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rkived · 3 years

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extra drabble #2: love is in the air and it’s rubbing it in right on pediatricsurgeon!jungkook’s face as he’s reminded that he’s awfully single once again. that doesn’t mean he can’t gift a special someone something, right?

or in which, jungkook thinks you’d look nice with tiffany & co. jewelry around your neck. (hospitalplaylist!au)

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‘‘What do you think she’ll like?’’ Taehyung asks Jungkook as they peruse through the Tiffany & Co. counters filled with expensive jewelry.

The youngest shrugs his shoulders, ‘‘Shouldn’t you know? You’re the boyfriend,’’ he comments, but it only garners him a displeased side-eye from his friend.

‘‘Why do I even bother asking for your help? You haven’t had a girlfriend in over a decade.’’ Taehyung mumbles, shaking his head as he keeps analyzing the sparkly bracelets. ‘‘So until you have one, don’t even try to use the I’m the boyfriend and I should know argument…women are far more complicated than that.’’

One of the pediatrician’s eyebrow raises, curious about the neurosurgeon’s words.

Jungkook blames Med School for his lack of ‘‘women knowledge’’. His dating life was basically nonexistent all throughout the years he was studying to get his degree and although he did try his best to go on a couple of dates after he got his specialization, he had realized that he was absolutely clueless about how to even date.

If he could grade his dating skills, Jungkook would give himself a less than average score.

He has to give credits to his friend. Although the older male was stressed about getting his younger girlfriend the perfect Valentine’s Day gift, at least he was trying. The neurosurgeon isn’t a patient person at all, and on any other occasion, Taehyung would’ve picked anything at random, swiped his credit card, and called it a day.

Jungkook doesn’t understand why does one put themselves through so much stress for one day. He’s a firm believer that there shouldn’t be a predetermined day to be romantic with your partner. Then again, Taehyung is right, the pediatrician hasn’t dated in a hot minute so what does he know?

The neurosurgeon clicks his tongue as he starts to think that he won’t be able to find anything for Yoonah in this store. He’s about to call Jungkook over to tell him that they should try Cartier next, but he holds himself back as he notices the youngest is stuck staring at one of the showcases displaying the latest arrivals.

Taehyung chuckles, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and startling him. ‘‘Thinking about getting someone something for Valentine’s?’’ He asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Jungkook laughs nervously, ‘‘No! I uh─’’

‘‘I think Y/N would really like that, don’t you think?’’ Taehyung interrupts him, a teasing tone to his voice. He actually has no damn clue what you even like, but he thinks it’s funny to pester his friend, especially when it comes to you.

It’s almost comical how embarrassed Jungkook gets whenever you’re romantically implied to him.

In any other moment, he’d tell Taehyung off. What does the neurosurgeon even know about what you like? This time, however, Jungkook remains silent as he looks back at the necklace that had caught his attention. Two interlocked pendants hanging delicately from the gold chain. It is something you would like.

‘‘So, are you gonna get it?’’ The neurosurgeon asks him, it almost feels like he’s cornering the youngest into swiping his black card right then and there.

Jungkook stammers, lips slightly ajar as he debates inside his head if he should.

He’s really not the type to give people gifts, not even to you. Although he did give you that spa day certificate last year, it was only because his mom had given it to him in the first place and he couldn’t seem to find the time to use it, regifting it to you because coincidentally you had been complaining about knots in your back that same week.

‘‘Let’s go,’’ the pediatrician mumbles, tugging his friends’ jacket to get him to leave the store.

There’s a really vivid picture of you wearing the necklace with a big smile on your face that he can’t seem to get out of his mind now.

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You’ve always had mixed feelings about Valentine’s Day.

On one hand, you think the festivity is cute. The hospital gets decorated with pink and red colors, there are heart-shaped paper banners hanging from the walls and there’s even free candy all over the place!

On the other hand, it serves as a yearly reminder that you’re terribly single and have no one to spend this day with. Of course, you could always do something with your friends. Sadly, your friends are all busy doctors. Besides, you are very aware this day is marketed for couples. Whoever came up with the friendship idea must’ve been single and felt left out.

You already have plans of your own anyway. A bottle of wine and a family-sized bag of your favorite chips are waiting for you at home, you’re only left to pick what movie will be the chosen one for tonight.

The debate of what rom-com to watch is stopped as you enter your office, a gasp escaping your mouth as you notice the bouquet of flowers over your desk. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, taken aback by the sudden surprise.

You hadn’t been expecting anything from anyone. You were quite content with the amount of candy you had received, but something like this was far away from your mind.

It almost even scares you to look at it closely. Afraid it could be a terrible joke or a simple mistake someone had made, an arrangement wrongly delivered to you instead of the original owner. That’s a possibility.

Mustering up the courage to get closer, you pick up the bouquet to notice there’s a small blue box snuggled between the pretty flowers. Your eyes widen because...Tiffany & Co.? Yes, this must be a mistake.

There’s no note attached, which only makes you wonder who could possibly this gift be for.

You can almost hear a little devil Yoongi whispering from your shoulder finders keepers, it’s only fair since it’s in your office anyway. But there’s also ethical angel Namjoon on your other shoulder telling you to do the right thing, which is to head towards reception and ask who had entered your office and left it behind. Which you do ─ angel Namjoon rejoices as devil Yoongi swears he’ll get away with it someday.

The receptionist is typing away at her computer’s keyboard, registering the new files into the system as she notices you approaching with the bouquet on hand and she stops her work to smile at you.

‘‘Hello, Doctor Y/L/N! I see you got your Valentine’s Day gift, heading home already?’’ She asks curiously.

You chuckle, ‘‘I think there’s been a mistake.’’ The comment makes the receptionist’s eyebrows furrow together, confused at your words. ‘‘I don’t have a Valentine, so there’s no way this is for me. There’s not even a note attached to it.’’

‘‘Ohhh, I see.’’ She says in a tone you can’t quite pinpoint, getting back to her typing quickly.

You clear your throat, ‘‘I was wondering if you know who went inside my office today?’’

The receptionist refuses to look at you again, eyes focused on the screen in front of her. She shakes her head no, ‘‘So many people come and go, I lose track of them!’’

You sigh, defeated. The receptionist takes one last look at you before you leave, ‘‘That gift is for you, Dr. Y/L/N.’’ Your gaze moves back towards her, but you can tell her lips are sealed. Whoever left this behind must’ve asked for secrecy.

Looking back down at the bouquet in your hands, you smile slightly at the idea of this being yours. Someone actually gave you something for once.

The receptionist chuckles at your flustered cheeks and the smile you’re biting back from spreading across your face.

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Jungkook’s phone buzzes as he steps outside his bathroom. It’s a message from the group chat and he quickly opens it, fingers beginning to tremble as he hopes it’s the long-awaited message he’s been hoping to see throughout most of the day.

[9:30 PM] Y/N 🥰❤️: i think i have a secret admirer?

[9:30 PM] Seokjin: Welcome to the club!

[9:31 PM] Namjoon: Why? Did you get something today?

The message that proceeds is one that makes Jungkook’s heart stop momentarily. It’s a selfie of you smiling, a gold necklace being the main focus as it sits pretty on your chest. These are the moments the pediatrician doesn’t question Namjoon’s diagnosis, he is crushing hard.

[9:34 PM] Yoongi: It looks expensive, good for you Y/N.

[9:32 PM] Taehyung: omg :0

[9:33 PM] Taehyung: that necklace looks awfully familiar…..

Jungkook is too busy staring at the picture to even notice Taehyung’s teasing.

It’s just like he had pictured, but much better.

a/n: hiii guys happy valentine’s day!! my gift for y’all is this drabble <3 pining 101 is a crowd favorite and i feel rlly guilty abt abandoning it :( but i HAD to write smthn for these two for vday!! hope u enjoyed n sorry (again) for the wait :P ps: although this is an extra drabble, this does take place during the main drabbles timeline!

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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1950

Wanda Maximoff x reader

warnings: talks abt wanda’s mental health

a/n: this was written pre-wandavision release so im actually completely bullshitting the storyline...this turned into really poorly written angst really quickly

prompt: @the-radio-star: “OMG for the song event can I request Wanda Maximoff (MCU) with 1950 - King Princess”//1950 - King Princess

One thousand nine hundred eighty-nine days. That’s how long you waited for this moment. To stand in front of Wanda and see her beautiful face again. To hold her hands and pull her close to you. It was at that moment you realized that if you had to, you would wait an entire lifetime for her to return to you.

“Did you miss me?” Wanda coyly asked, watching as you fought tearing up. You’d be a liar if you denied it.

“Maybe just a little.” You honestly couldn’t stop thinking about her when she was gone. You didn’t think it’d be possible to see her again.

“Glad to know someone did.” She smiled slightly, but you knew there was something on her mind. She had lost people, too. Only her people...they weren’t coming back.

The thing is, she’d mourn for a while, but not forever. You��d be there with her through it all, though. Because you loved her, and not just as a friend. You and Wanda had been back and forth for a while, you just never caught each other at the right times. But now you were sitting side by side on a bench in the park and she was smiling, really smiling. It’s like she’d healed from all that had hurt her in the past, you were glad to be able to witness that.

“You look really pretty today, Wanda.” She heard you compliment, making her face turn pink.

“You’re just being nice.” Wanda rolled her eyes with a chuckle, but she knew you weren’t kidding. You wished that it could have stayed this simple, but your lives...they just didn’t work like that. So that leads us into our next part of the story, just shortly after.

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“Mx. l/n! You can’t go in there!” An agent camped outside the restricted town called to you as you marched right in, there was nothing that would stop you from saving her from herself. You may be the only person that could.

Once you were inside, you took a gander around at the puzzling scenery. It’s like you stepped right into a portal to 1950, and there you saw one house that looked more detailed than the rest, there she is.

You didn’t know what kind of state of mind she may be in, but this couldn’t go on for much longer, so you walked right up to her door and gave a less-than-gentle knock. There was an almost immediate answer.

“Hello? Can I help you?” Wanda asked with a peculiar tone, her accent was completely gone. And...she didn’t recognize you. It was almost heartbreaking.

“Wanda?” Your voice shook, but Wanda stayed upbeat as ever with a smile practically glued to her face.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” She joked, every part of this got more and more uncomfortable. You should have listened to that agent.

“Who’s at the door, Wanda?” You heard a familiar voice from inside.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” Wanda tilted her head gently and you whispered your answer by accident. She thought you were odd, but she couldn’t imagine how you felt. “It’s y/n, honey!”

“Do we know an ‘y/n?’” He asked yet another question.

“We do now! Come on in.” The stranger of a friend dragged you inside and...wow. You just wanted to know how you could help her at this point. This entire reality, it couldn’t bring anything good. “So, y/n, tell us more about yourself.”

“I, uh...” You were focusing on Vision, who was sitting on a recliner reading his newspaper. He was supposed to be dead. Oh, Wanda, what have you done? Wait—Did something in the room just change? “You don’t remember me?”

“Remember you? Why, I’ve never seen you in my life.” Vision commented, folding his newspaper and sitting up straight. Now the two of them were uncomfortably staring at you. “Who are you?” How could you answer this question without hurting Wanda’s mental state. You looked at her clock and saw that it was now ticking one way, and then the other. They were still staring and you were holding onto your breath. Good god.

“Well, we haven’t got all day. Me and Vision have dinner plans!” Wanda finally broke her deafening silence and clapped her hands together. Maybe...maybe you should snap her out of this. You awkwardly contemplated it for another few moments while the fictional couple stared, observing the surroundings of the 1950s-themed home. Is this really what she wanted?

“This...this isn’t real, Wanda.” You finally told her, but she laughed. She just laughed. “I’m serious. All of this around us? You made it up.”

“That’s preposterous!” Vision decided to interject as he began reading the paper again, crossing one leg over another. But Wanda hadn’t yet commented on your world-breaking news.

“Wanda? You’ve got to believe me. Think about it for a minute. What do you remember from the past few days?” You tried to reason with her, but instead looked down to see yourself wearing 50s attire. She wasn’t going to give up this reality so easily. You decided to move onto the couch her hand been sitting on. “This is wrong. All wrong.”

“Why is it wrong?” She furrowed her eyebrows and watched you reach for her hand. Vision was frozen in time right then and there, almost like Cap himself.

“I care about you...so, so much.” You admitted as you squeezed her soft hands. “That’s why I need you to escape this fantasy and come back to the real world.” Wanda was starting to gain some clarity, but not enough to fully give up her dream life, even if you were a tad disappointed that Vision was there and you weren’t. Grief shows itself in funny ways, I guess. “Listen, Wanda. I didn’t want to have to do this, but...I love you too much to see you like this. A lie isn’t going to fix everything.” You reluctantly used her powers against her, a lovely ability you had. Mimicking her powers came at a cost, though.

“What—what are you doing?” Wanda asked as her world came undone. Her powers overwhelmed you greatly, but this was your last resort.

“I’m helping, Wanda. You’ll thank me later.” You grunted as you tried to concentrate. She was at a loss for words, actually. You watched as she ran outside and saw it all crumble to pieces. You hated hearing her cry, but the sooner you stopped this, the easier it might be.

You were weak now. It was hard to handle all of what she posessed when you weren’t quite used to it. It was time to find Wanda, but that wasn’t very hard. She was sitting in the middle of the road sobbing, but why exactly was she? There were so many reasons she may have.

“Are you okay?” You foolishly questioned. She didn’t answer at first...you sat beside her. You needed to sit, you were exhausted.

“I’m sorry.” She told you. “I’m a mess.”

“Don’t...” You placed your hand on her shoulder. “I know why you did it. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, though. I keep making these awful mistakes.” Wanda argued, biting her lip as more tears flowed down her cheeks and into her lap. Her jeans began catching them all. “It was wrong, perverted. I created a fake Vision, I took over a town, I went back in time. I created a false reality for myself and let it consume me, I couldn’t even remember who you were and you...you’re all that matters to me.”

“I—” This was such a complex situation, becoming an Avenger never prepared you for this. You decided a hug might be best right about now. No words for a minute. So you just pulled Wanda closer to you and let her cry on your shoulder. “I’m here for you Wanda.”

“I know you are. I’ve always known that.” She sniffled, still crying just a bit. And she was finally able to look you in the eye. “We’ve just never caught each other at the right time, have we?” Wanda asked, pulling your hand towards her lips to give your knuckles a light kiss.

“It seems that way.” You sighed. “But I don’t think I’ve ever stopped loving you.”

“I need to get on with my life, don’t I?” Her half-shrug was accompanied by the shake of her head.

“You need to take your time with it, Wanda.” You looked up at the cloudy sky and felt warmth on your cheek. A kiss.

“Maybe a little longer. But I think our time is soon.” She looked up with you and birds began to fly by, it was a bit peaceful.

“I just hope you’ll be happy with me.” You admitted, turning your head over to her. Your soon-to-be girlfriend’s eyes were still glossy, but she was seemingly okay for the time being.

“Out of the question, y/n.” She leaned her head against your shoulder once more. “I have no doubt that we’ll both be happy.” Her words were comforting, but tiredness was consuming you as you sat with your eyelids drooping.

“Let’s hope so...”

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inadaydream99 · 4 years

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Heyy~~ i hope ur doing well~ i was wondering if u could write sth abt Sangyeon from The Boyz reading their crush's diary since u said ur opening ur requests~ have a great day~

Hey! Thanks for the request 😊 Got really carried away with this, so it’s a lot longer than I intended it to be but I hope you enjoy!

A Diary and A Plan

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Sangyeon didn’t mean to blush everytime he made accidental eye contact with you, he didn’t mean to grow shy whenever you spoke to him, or feel all jittery inside when you brushed past him casually. But he did. And his crush on you had only grown since he stumbled upon your diary a few months back. His curiosity got the best of him that day and he cursed himself for not so accidentally reading your private thoughts ever since.

He was surprised to say the least, not once had he ever suspected your feelings towards him. He didn’t think he would ever have a chance with you. But even though he knew how you felt , he was still too shy to confess to you.

“Sangyeon!” The gentle waving of your hand in front of his face snaps him out of his daydream. Suddenly very aware that he had zoned out and that twelve pairs of eyes were now all focused on him, including yours.

“Sorry?” Is all he manages out, confusion written across his face from trying to register what he has missed.

“I asked you if you could pass the remote but you were off in your own world.” You chuckle, shooting him an amused smirk. Your tone is slightly mocking, a cheeky air surrounding you. Before he would have brushed it off as being playfull, just like any of the other guys would have done, but now he can’t help but notice the sparkle in your eye and the flirty glance you send him as you reach over him to take the remote from the table at his side.

His eyes dart around the room, relaxing a little when he realises that the attention is no longer on him, everyone else easing back into their own conversations. Trying his best to hide how flustered you made him, he let out the breath he was holding in and tried not to think too deeply about how your body was practically pressed against his. So caught up in his thoughts once again, he doesn’t get a chance to respond before you have retrieved what you had set out to get and made your way back over to sitting inbetween Younghoon and Changmin.

“What’s that smirk for, you look very pleased with yourself.” Changmin quietly questions, leaning into you a little in order to keep your conversation hushed. He was aware of your actions, knowing about your crush on Sangyeon for a while, he just can’t pass up an opportunity to tease you about it.

“I have no idea what you’re on about.” You play coy, lightly nudging him away with your elbow which makes him snicker, shaking his head at your responce.

You laugh under your breath, discretely casting a glance over to Sangyeon before settling into the sofa as everyone quiets down and Juyeon starts the movie.

“That was so not scary.” You scoff as Changmin boasts about how he enjoyed the movie. Of course it’s no secret he loves horror. You could hear him laughing throughout when everyone else was screaming and covering their eyes from all the jump scares. You had even resorted to burying your face into Yonghoon’s chest at one point.

“Just because you are deranged and immune to scary films.” You burst into laughter at Sangyeon’s sarcastic remark, watching the proud look on his face as you make eye contact with him.

Changmin rolls his eyes in responce, sliding a soda can across the kitchen counter to you before opening his own.

“You know I’m not gonna be able to sleep tonight.” You joke, though you do truly mean it. You aren’t the best when it comes to watching something scary, you’re more of a romcom kind of person.

“Well, my door is always open if you need some comfort.” Sangyeon winks, having a moment of confidence, before casually standing up and leaving the kitchen.

Throughout the film he couldn’t stop thinking about your flirting. He’d even noticed you kept glancing his way every so often, checking to see if he was paying you any attention. Of course he was, he’s completely mesmerised by you, but he’s gotten very good at hiding it. He’d come to the conclusion that he was gonna have a try at being more obvious with his flirting, testing the boundaries a little.

You turn to Changmin with a look of shock, mouth slightly agape as he stifles his laughter.

“Where did that come from!” Your wide eyes convey your surprise at Sangyeon’s forwardness. He wasn’t typically one to be so obvious with his flirting, especially making a comment at you like that. And you instantly become suspicious. Eyes narrowing in on Changmin seconds later.

“Don’t look at me! I haven’t said a word.” His hands raise in defence, sensing your accusation towards him.

“Well why else would he say something like that to me?” You sass.

“Maybe he read your diary.” You gasp in realisation. Although Changmin was joking he notices your shock, the cogs turning in his head until he reaches the same conclusion you have.

“He’s read your diary!” His voice is muffled by your hand reaching across the kitchen island and covering his mouth just in time.

“Shhh! We don’t know that for sure, he doesn’t even know I keep a dairy.” You reason, mostly trying to rationalise the idea yourself.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” A devious smirk consumes Changmin’s face which you find a little frightening.

“And what’s that?” You press for more, though you are unsure if you really want to find out what he’s planning.

“If you want to find out if he has read your diary then we need to catch him in the act.” Changmin deviously raises a brow. You honestly have no idea how he can manage to go from looking so cute and innocent to like a criminal mastermind in mere seconds.

“I’m listening.” Your unsure tone conveys your reluctance but Changmin leans in closer to inform you of his plan anyway.

“Can one of you do me a favour?” Changmin rushes into the living room looking a little stressed. Hyunjae and Sunwoo barely acknowledge him, both of them too engrossed in watching some video together.

“Sure, what do you need?” Sangyeon responds first, placing his phone down to give the younger his full attention.

“I need you to comfort (Y/N) for a second while I run to get a first aid kit?” Changmin’s guilty eyes make a flush of worry shoot through Sangyeon, believing his panicked state.

“Of course!” Sangyeon springs up from the sofa, heading towards the bathroom where he finds you holding your ankle.

“Woah what happened?” Your pain stricken eyes meet Sangyeon’s concerned ones, whincing when you make an attempt to move and let out a hiss in responce.

“Changmin bet me that I couldn’t beat him in a race and I twisted my ankle.” Your bottom lip quivers, acting as best as you can to make sure it’s believable you are hurt.

“Ok, well is there anything I can to do make you feel better?” He softly speaks, kneeling down next to you as you sit uncomfortably on the floor. You almost feel bad for tricking him like this as you watch him gently hold your hand in an attempt to provide some reassurance.

“Could you please get my phone, I left it in Changmin’s room.” You timidly look at Sangyeon through your lashes, feeling shy from his intense gaze.

You had set up your phone so it was placed next to your bag, positioning your diary at the very top so it couldn’t be missed. You’d even left it slightly open so some of your notes can be seen. If Sangyeon has really read your diary then this would be too hard for him to resist.

He silently nods, letting go of your hand as he stands up and leaves the room. You wait a few seconds before getting up and carefully following him to Changmin’s room.

Peaking around the corner your mouth falls wide when you see him staring at your diary. You can see the inner conflict on his face as he contemplates picking it up and when he does you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Is that my diary?” You act on impulse, catching Sangyeon off guard.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t mean to- it was just...” Sangyeon fumbles over excuses before falling silent, a defeated sigh escaping his lips as he places down your diary and gains enough courage to look at you directly.

“I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t resist.” He continues, a guilty look coulding his features as he awkwardly stands facing you.

“Is this the first time you’ve done this?” You softly speak, trying to keep calm on the outside although on the inside you are freaking out. If he has read your diary before then Changmin was right and it also means he knows about your feelings for him.

“Not exactly... though the first time was purely an anxident!” His eyes grow wide, shaking his head lightly. “That’s why I have been more forward with you lately, I’m guessing you were suspicious cause your ankle is suddenly completely fine again.” He chuckles, trying to create a more lighthearted atmosphere.

“Oh, yeah... it was Changmin’s idea.” You giggle, looking at your feet, suddenly feeling embarrassed. You only look up again when you feel his presence in front of you, his hand reaching out and carefully intertwining your fingers together.

“You know it’s sometimes freaky how quick he is with things like this.” He chuckles, his amused smirk awakening a flutter of nerves in your stomach. “But maybe it’s because he saw that we were both too scared to make a move.” You can feel his breath fan against your face, now only inches apart from each other.

“And you are very welcome.” The moment is disrupted by Changmin’s head poking around the corner, evidently listening to his plan unfold. You turn to face him briefly, rolling your eyes before he disappears again.

Unbeknownst to both you and Sangyeon this wasn’t even the whole plan. Changmin had been trying to get you to confess for months, he was even the one who initially set up your diary so Sangyeon would stumble across it and give it a read. And although he succeeded in getting him to read it, he still failed to get Sangyeon to confess.

“Would it be ok if I took you on a date sometime?” Sangyeon asked, his nervousness melting away when he sees a wide smile spread across your lips.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You nod, his smile making you feel all warm inside. And in that moment you feel glad that Sangyeon read your diary after all.

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idjitlili · 4 years

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Stop wait and listen baby that’s my pilosophy.

A request for @medievalmage

'Hello! Would you do a Faramir x reader where you’re out scouting with him and his brother and it’s night time and you end up falling asleep on his shoulder. Then Boromir won’t stop teasing Faramir abt it the next day and it’s adorable af and you just sorta kiss Faramir to stop Boromir’s teasing. Thank you!'

Hiya my dude,so sorry this is very late, I just haven't been feeling Faramir at the moment,but honestly I cant deny requests ,so here we are. I've been very busy making a teapot and bread,plus being tired. I hope this is alright for you.

Summary:Imagine growing up with Faramir and Boromir,you had liked Boromir when you were younger,but as you matured you lost them feelings and gained them for his younger brother.

Word count:1430

It was no lie growing up you had deeply liked Boromir ,how could you not?Gorgerous hair ,gorgerous face,charming. You had been bestfriends growing up ,well with his brother Faramir ,just friends with Boromir. Faramir never knew of your feelings for his brother;and he was the person you trusted the most.

Anways growing up,you would often spar with them ,westle ,whatever ,they taught you how to fight in fact ,when you were young. They thought you being close to the stewards sons could cause evil to try get a hold of you ,to get what they wanted from the stewards sons, gold and such.Yeah so they taught you how to defend yourself from danger,it took a while but you got there eventually. In fact it caused you to become much more close to the brothers ;you would wrestle with them after that. As you became much more accustom to their physical contact.

Your mother would tease you asking which one would you marry,she didn't have any problem you being around them,knowing they would become noble men. She was very pleased to discover that you had een trained to be able to defend yourself. However your father was not so pleased with you for being so close to these men,well teenages right now,as the years progressed his hatred died down. They would often come over for dinner,as you all would ride into the freelands for training and camping. When you would come home the next day ,it would be time for supper,so you'd invite them round.

Your father grew to like them ,even laugh with them,but he did question in secret with your mother when your marriage with faramir would be revealed. Your mother may of knew who you had liked ,but she knew you would grow to love one of them ,more than a school girl crush. Your father already knew from the look in Faramir and your eyes when they would meet from across the table.

You were only a young adult when you had joined the rangers with Faramir,which he allowed because he wouldn't let any harm come to you,plus he knew you could defend yourself. That is what he would tell himself ,but in reality ,he wanted to spent as much time with you ,and be close to your as much as he could without being weird.

Anyways you two did grow close after just a week of working together ,constantly in each others presences. Truthfully everyone else that were apart of the rangers were men,they kinda scared you ,so you stayed by someone you tursted with your your whole heart,faramir. After that week ,you began to fall in love with the stewards youngest son. One or two of the rangers had degraded you ,or made some sorta sexual comment ,Faramir would appear and give them shit. After he would make sure you were alright,looking at you deep in your eyes,within two weeks you definitely began to realise that you were in love with your life long bestfriend.

That was over two months ago,you Faramir were closer than ever ,but you were about to be closer. Denethor II your bestfriends father ,had sent you ,Faramir and Boromir out scounting. Well actually Denethor was like 'Boromir go scout with some other dudes' not those exact words of choice ,so Boromir had chosen you two of course.

So you had taken your horses to go scout the forests ,near Gondor for spiders nest ,or orcs that could be planning to attack. You three had spent all day searching ,only to find nothing. Before you all knew it ,it was almost dark,you had made camp before you all gathered firewood. With that soon a fire was lit and you were all sat around the fire.

You had forced the boys to help you peel some potatoes ,before putting them in the pan on the fire in some water. Sam would be proud to know you were making mash potatoes. They didn't take long ,your bellies were quickly filled. You had sat very close to Faramir as you were used to with all the other rangers ,as there was less spaced. General conversations ,and some of Boromirs battle stories were shared.

Yet soon your eyes grew heavy ,as the night grew dark,you hadn't even realised you had been leaning on faramir. You could not think about such a thing ,as you fell into sleep ,causing your head to rest upon faramirs should, he had wrapped his arm around you to support you up,but actually it in a few minutes you were against his chest ,clinging onto him.

Faramir had just watched you peaceful in his arms ,until his brother had caused him to break that gaze. "you know she loves you?" he had spoken sincerely ,he had seen it for a long time,such as your father. "don't give me hope when there is none ,brother." faramir was annoyed at the state,ment ,as he really did love you ,but he couldn't see that you felt the same about him. "then why is she so comfortable to lay on top of you? It seems to me that is not the first time." faramifrhad blushed ,but thankfully the flames of the fire had hidden that ,it was true ,you had down this many times before.

"just you see tomorrow I shall get the truth."

And Boromir was true to his words he would get the truth ,even if he had to go to you and get you to admit your feelings. Instantly when you we awake ,being last up, Boromir had began the teasing. He had been sat upon a log ,carving a small piece of wood with a sharp small knife. You had sat upon out of Faramirs hold ,beginning to brush your hair,allowing Faramif to finally sit up.

"So brother, when can i expect a nice or a nephew?" the smirk was clear in his voice, Faramir had sighed ,you turned to the brothers confused. "w-what? you have a woman?" you were beyond embarrassed you would not have dared to touch him ,he was your bestfriend why wouldn't he say anything. Now faramir's cheeks had flared up."n-no my brother is-" but Boromir had cut his bullshit off ,like a dogs nuts. " i just figured from how close you to were , that it can't be too long until you are pregnant." you had choked, lauching yourself at Boromir ,more like tackling him ,causing him to drop his knife ,straddling his chest,his arms above his head. "damn I should expect one real soon then. Brother she has some moves." Faramir just watched in embarassment at the whole situation.

"you'd think for being my bestfriend,you would know im virgin,also we used to wrestle all the time ,it not kinky shit." as soon as you were finished you had squeezed Boromirs cheekjs,before grinning. "you know as child ,I had a crush on you,Boromir." he had grinned back shaking his head no,faramir just stood a few feet away ,knowing you never liked him. "well uh that didn't last long,-" you had stood up ,holding out your hand for Boromir to take,in which he did.

"don't expect children soon ,but I do love your brother" you had walked over to Faramir cupping his cheeks ,pressing your lips swiftly to his,before walking over to your horse feeding it an apple from your bag on his saddle. Boromir had smirked at his brother raising his eyebrows ,while ,Faramir was a beet still watching you.

"I heard everything last night,thats my pilosophy baby,."

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Request: Geralt x reader where they have an establisjed relationship and Geralt has been very open abt his history with Yennefer, but then reader meets Yen and is very insecure and all "why are you with me when you could have someone like /her?/" and Geralt is all reassuring about how she's all that he wants/needs and it's v soft and tender

Geralt squeezed your hip, pulling you from your thoughts.

You were riding on Roach with Geralt behind you, his strong around wrapped around your waist to ensure that you stayed put on the horse. Jaskier traveled ahead of you, singing quietly to himself from atop your horse. He was working on a ballad, one that you were curious to hear. He wouldn't let you. He told you it was a surprise.

“What has you thinking so hard?” Geralt asked quietly. His mouth was practically by your ear as he looked over your shoulder.

“We’ve been traveling East for days and you haven’t mentioned where it is we’re going.” You brushed your hand along his forearm that rested across your stomach.

The witcher behind you said nothing for a while. His yellow eyes flickered around to examine the edge of the woods that surrounding you.

“To see Yennefer of Vengerberg.”

You stiffen up just a little and he feels this. He tightens his grip on your hip.

You had heard of the mage plenty of times before. Jaskier has mentioned her name once a few months ago and curious, you asked about her. Geralt was honest about his relationship with her, about how they came to be brief lovers at one point in time.

“What for?”

“She sent a messenger for me. Didn’t clarify why, but she’s requested me in Kadwen.”

You nodded softly, your fingers curling into his forearm just slightly. He could sense your tension, feel how uneasy you were now that you knew where you were going.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and then pushed all of your hair over one shoulder to put his lips against your neck.

“Don’t be like that, dove.” He spoke against your warm skin.

“Like what?”

“Silent.” He kissed the side of your neck and then the back of your head. He wouldn’t have displayed these acts of affection and love had Jaskier been able to see. The witcher didn’t care to let others see the soft side of him only you could bring out. “You’re overthinking.”

You turned you head to look back at him. His amber eyes met yours.

“Can I meet her?”

“If you’d like.” He nodded once. His eyes left you to look ahead. “I love you, dove.”

You smiled softly at his reminder, letting out a little breath of worry, and sunk back into his chest.

***

You walked alongside Geralt, your hands clasped in a nervous ball at your waist. Jaskier traveled on the other side of you.

Geralt pulled the door to the tavern open and held it for you. You smiled softly at him, fighting the urge to give him a kiss.

The tavern was dimly lit and stunk of unwashed men and stale alcohol. As soon as you had stepped into the large room, a few men nearest to the door turned their attention to you. The look in their eyes made you uncomfortable. You turned to stay close to Geralt, not knowing he was right behind you, and ran into him.

“Where are you going?” He put his hand on your arm.

“Just want to stay close to you.” You muttered out, glancing over to the group of men still watching you like wolves would watch their prey.

“Follow Jaskier.” Geralt encouraged, his hand finding your lower back to nudge you in the bard’s direction. He glared at the men with threatening yellow eyes, prepared to say something when he caught a whiff of her scent.

Forgetting about the rude men, the witcher crossed the tavern. His long strides easily caught up to you and Jaskier.

Your eyes found the woman Jaskier was taking you to. Your lips parted at the sight of her. Dark ebony hair, warm honey skin, and piercing violet eyes. She was stunning, even more so than what Jaskier had said. She was dressed in a black fur long coat, her hands neatly folded on the table. Her eyes were fixated on someone behind you. Geralt.

“Lovely evening, isn’t is, Yennefer?” Jaskier stiffly sighed, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers. The mage glared at Jaskier for a few second before looking back to Geralt.

“I wasn’t aware you’d be bringing anyone.”

“Jaskier and Y/N travel with me.” Geralt shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Yennefer gestured for him to sit down at the table. Jaskier did so first, scooting to the inside of the bench. He smiled at Yennefer, though it was obvious he didn’t care for her much.

“Have a seat, dove.” Geralt murmured gently to you. You looked at him, giving him a little smile.

“Y/N, is it?” Yennefer’s violet eyes focused on you. “Where do you hail from?”

“Cintra.” You answered, your voice quieter than you wanted. You were nervous, your fingers fisting the material of oversized shirt as you sat down at the table in next to Jaskier. You let your shirt go and instead rubbed your palms along the tops of your leather pant clad thighs.

“She’s a timid one.” The mage commented, her eyes flickering back to Geralt. “Certainly not one I’d see you with.”

“What do you need from me, Yenn?”

Your gaze dropped to the table and your lips parted with a soft breath. The nickname made your stomach churn. The way he said her name was soft and gentle.

Why was he with you? Why would he choose you over the stunning, dangerous mage across from you? Why wouldn’t he choose her? Certainly she’d be the wiser choice.

Your heart started hammering in your chest. The walls in the room were closing in. Every noise in the tavern echoed in your ears, clogging your train of thought.

A hand on your arm made you jump. It was Jaskier. You couldn’t hear him but his lips were moving. He looked concerned. You shook your head softly, brows furrowing together.

“Ex-Excuse me.” You choked out, stepped over the bench you’d been sitting on. You hastily made your way towards the door, your hand coming up to brush the tears from your cheeks.

One of the men who had eyeballed you when you first entered the tavern stood up and looked like he wanted to follow you. Geralt, hot on your heels, gave the man a firm shove in the chest, pushing him back down into his seat.

You stepped out into the street, nearly getting plowed over by a horse and cart. Geralt grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

“Y/N, where are you going?” He looked down at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze.

“I-I need to walk, Geralt.” You shook your head, pulling your arm from his grip but he refused to let you do so. “Please. Just-Just let me go.”

Upon your wish, he released you and watched you move quickly through the crowded street. He followed a few paces behind you, wanting to keep a careful eye on you. He didn’t trust the people of the village, which was notorious for thugs and criminals.

***

You walked until you were out of town and somewhere along the main road in the woods. Came to a stop on the edge of the road, facing the woods. Your shoulders slumped and you brought your hand up to rub your face.

“Talk to me, Y/N. Please.” He quietly begged. He wasn’t sure what had gotten you so upset, but he was willing to be it was finally meeting the woman he was attached to.

“Why are you with me, Geralt?” Your voice was broken, a low whisper than nearly didn’t reach his sensitive ears.

“Because I love you.”

“But why?” You turned to face him. He finally got the chance to see your red eyes and the wet patches on your cheeks. You’d been crying. “Why, Geralt!” You couldn’t help but raise your voice, frustrated and worried that you might lose the witcher. “Why me? Why not her?”

“Dove....” He trailed off, his eyes flickering to the path behind you. “There’s so many things–,”

“Don’t bullshit me, Geralt! Are you with me just because I’m a good fuck?” You were annoyed with his lack of an answer.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N.” His eyes snapped back to you. “That isn’t why.”

“Then why?” Your voice lowered. Your fingers curled into fists by your sides. The urge to vomit was twisting up in your stomach. “Why, Geralt? I-I’m nothing special. I can’t perform magic. I can’t-I can’t do anything, save for meager sword fighting.”

“You are the best swordsman I know, Y/N.” He took a few steps towards you, wanting to see if you’d retreat from him like you had earlier. When you didn’t move, he closed the space between you. “There’s so much to admire about you, dove.”

His large hand came up to cup your cheek. The rough pad of his thumb brushed the tear off of your flushed cheek. Feeling him so close calmed yourself frantic heart. Your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Your little laugh when Jaskier makes a stupid joke.” A little rare smile crossed his lips. “The way you stand up for others when they can’t do it for themselves. Your eyes, the way they twinkle when you look at me or when you’re doing something you love. And the way your heart beats quick when I touch you.”

You placed your hand over his that was on his cheek. Your brows drew together as you opened your eyes.

“Those are shit reasons.”

He barked a quiet laugh. You relished in the noise, a rarity even more so than his smile.

“And your attitude. I love your attitude when you get grumpy.”

You couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“Yennefer and I are tied by a wish I made years ago.” He sighed gently. He released your cheek but took your hand instead. He brought your knuckles up to his lips. “But I don’t love her.”

“The way you said her name....” You shook your head softly, doubt still swirling in your head.

With a soft sigh, his arm slipped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

“Yennefer and I are history, dove. You need not worry about her.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you more than I could ever tell you.”

You melted with his words, sinking into his chest. Your eyes shut and you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him as tight as you could.

“I love you too.”

“Good.” He pressed a firmly kiss to the top of your head, his lips staying there for a few moments before he pulled away. “Let’s go back inside. I’m sure Jaskier isn’t enjoying being alone with her.”

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princiere · 4 years

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it's proposal story time fellas

I wanted to write a lil thing abt how the proposal with Akira went so here u go ;v; things got tense but thankfully I have the Anxiety Overdrive when someone else is struggling lmao

also I'm super sorry if the "keep reading" function doesn't work again. I try my best, but sometimes tumblr doesn't feel like letting it work. like I've said though, all posts that I feel need the "keep reading" option will be tagged as long post, regardless of if the link works or not

okay, with that out of the way, time for a lot of anxiety and crying hfjdjg

I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Akira. We'd been friends for a few years now, and only dating for a few months, but I knew him more than enough to feel like I want to spend eternity with him.

I knew he felt the same. He's confessed multiple times in the midst of intimate moments about how he wants to marry me. Sure, he'd get extremely embarrassed afterwards, but he never tried to pretend he didn't say it, let alone mean it. We've even discussed it outside of intense intimacy, and while we were both ungodly flustered imagining it, we both knew that neither of us were opposed to the idea.

It was just a matter of who was going to ask first.

I fumbled with my promise ring - a new habit I'd developed since buying the pair for me and Akira. I felt...much more nervous than usual today, but I couldn't figure out why. Was there something I was forgetting? Akira's usually pretty good at reminding me if I'm neglecting something, but he didn't say anything this morning before I had to go to work.

...Thinking back on this morning, he seemed to look stressed too. Was he okay?

I decide to shoot him a quick text, since work is slow today.

'hey babe, how are u?'

Sure, it seemed a little out of place for me to ask something like that out of nowhere, but I'm willing to put compassion over dignity any day.

Aki: 'I'm alright. Why do u ask?'

'just wondering! u seemed kinda tense this morning :('

Aki: 'So u noticed?'

Aki: 'Don't worry about it, I've just had a lot to think about recently'

That can't be good.

'well, I'm here to talk if u want to'

'not much happening at work right now'

Aki: 'Is that so?'

Aki: 'In that case, I think I'll stop by for a bit, if that's alright'

My heart starts to race. Usually, I'm excited when he visits during my shift, but given my anxiety...I can't help but think the worst, especially with how Akira supposedly has a lot on his mind right now.

'yea absolutely !! I'll see u soon c:'

I shove my phone in my pocket. Well, I've got at least a good thirty minutes before Akira gets here, I might as well try to do some work.

...

Without thinking much, I place my hand to my mouth, feeling the ridges of our promise ring press against my lips.

Another habit I developed.

×-♡-×

After what felt like a short eternity, I notice a familiar man with the messy black hair I've grown to adore. He quickly locates me and steps up to the counter I'm stuck behind.

"Hey," I can only say, unable to hide my grin.

Akira gives me a gentle smile in return. "You seem chipper."

"Thanks, it's the anxiety."

Akira chuckles, before moving one of his hands from his pockets to the back of his neck. "Sorry about earlier, I should've clarified that what I'm thinking about is good."

I instantly let out a huge sigh, earning another giggle from my boyfriend. "Thank you, I was about to start shaking."

"Well, how's work been?"

"Uneventful."

"I can tell. Am I the only customer right now?"

"Are you even a customer if you aren't here to buy anything?"

"Fair enough. Lemme look at your selection."

Knowing he wants me out from behind the counter, I step out and join Akira at his side. "Right this way, sir."

The term of address, combined with me linking my arm with his, gave me exactly what I wanted: Akira's cheeks dusted a nice pink, and he stammered for a moment before regaining his composure. "Just because there's no one in the immediate facility, doesn't mean you can't at least warn a guy when you do that."

"You love it."

"I never said I didn't."

I snickered, pushing against his side a little more.

I didn't expect to feel something in his pocket. It felt like...a small box?

Before I could identify it any further, Akira shifted so that his body was a little more ahead of mine, so our sides weren't pressed together anymore. I figured he could tell that I knew something was up, but I didn't say anything in case I was just jumping to conclusions.

But...that small box felt like-

"So, what genre are you up for recently?" I inquire.

As Akira ponders over our front shelves with the current best sellers, I glance over at his face. I can't help but notice the sheer anxiety he's surely experiencing, given the sweat running down the side of his cheek and how red the tip of his ear was.

I don't bring it up, however. Mentioning his condition only makes Akira go into denial, so I know I have to wait before he'll tell me what's going on, even if I am starting to get rather worried.

As a small reminder, I squeeze his arm a little, and he instinctively returns the sentiment by taking his hand in mine. Since I'm stood at his left side, I can feel his promise ring on his hand.

...

"I think my shift's about to be over."

Akira hums, confirming that he heard me. "I'll be right here then."

Before I can leave to clock out, however, Akira pulls me back to his side, pressing a quick kiss to my temple.

I can feel that box in his pocket again.

I still smile, giving his hand a quick squeeze before slipping mine out of his grip and stepping away to go get ready to leave.

...It can't be what I think it is, right?

×-♡-×

Train rides home are always stressful. Even if you don't have claustrophobia, the amount of complete strangers pressed up against you is bound to be too much sometimes. Thankfully, Akira always keeps me close to him, keeping a firm grip on my hand. It's something we've done for ages now, even before we started dating.

From where I'm pressed up against him, I can't feel the box in his pocket. But with how Akira willingly wraps his other arm around me and has me bury my face in his shoulder, it's enough to convey to me that something is going on. He's never this openly...clingy?

"I love you."

I almost missed it, given the situation, but as Akira breathed those words into my ear, I felt a shiver run up my spine. Was he trying to kill me?

I respond by rubbing his hand with my thumb. I feel him huff with amusement, the hot air on my skin making me tremble for a brief moment.

Sometimes, train rides are stressful only because your boyfriend's being cute as fuck.

×-♡-×

I can sense the change in Akira the moment we get home. He was being his sweet and usual self, but now he was suddenly tense and almost silent. It reminded me of when we first met, when he was acting the same way.

I decide to go against my better judgment.

"Akira, I know there's something you're not telling me."

I watch as he freezes at the corner leading to our kitchen. He doesn't look at me, and leans against said corner. We stand for what was probably just several seconds, but felt painfully longer.

"It's...nothing bad, I promise." Akira says. "Like I said, I've just been...thinking. A lot."

"It's about what's in your pocket, isn't it?"

I see Akira practically flinch, and he begins to hunch over slightly. I finally move closer, snaking my arm through his like before.

It's then that I notice Akira's on the verge of tears.

"Aki...?" I mutter.

"I'm sorry." He manages through what sounded like cottonmouth. He swallows, before adding, "M-Maybe I got too ahead of myself, a-and-"

"Hey, hey," I hush him before he can ramble, moving to stand in front of him now. Akira could only look down at the floor, with his hands buried in his pockets. I gently rub his forearms in an attempt to comfort him.

"We've talked about this before, yea?" I mention, trying to smile for his sake. "So you know what I'm going to say."

Akira moved his gaze to stare at presumably where the wall and floor meet. "But...we've only been together for-"

"Two months, I know." I interject. "I keep track too. But we've been friends for so much longer, haven't we? We've been so close for so long now that everyone thought we were dating for a lot longer."

A tear slips down Akira's cheek, but he lets out a small chuckle. "It was hard to think of excuses as to why we almost always held hands..."

I giggle with him, feeling my own eyes well up. "We were both in denial for ages."

Akira noticeably begins to relax again. "I just...was never able to imagine myself being with someone...especially to the point of wanting to marry them."

It was true. He was always so detached from everyone that it was a shock to everyone - including himself - when we started officially dating. "You've come so far in just a few months." I comment.

Akira chuckled, leaning his forehead against mine. "Don't act like you weren't the sole reason for that."

We share a small kiss, before I ask, "Do you feel better?"

"...Yea."

"Alright. Why don't we have something to eat first before we continue this conversation?"

Akira smiled. "I think I'd like that."

×-♡-×

As we were setting our dishes in the dishwasher, I notice Akira fall silent again. However, he doesn't seem tense this time, so I don't say anything.

...

"...Do you have some grand speech in mind for me?"

Akira looks over at me, taking a moment before understanding what I was talking about. "Ah, well...maybe? Do you want a grand speech?"

"Only if you already had one prepared."

"...Sort of?" Akira averts his gaze, his cheeks flushed. "I mostly just had a general idea of what I wanted to say, and I'd mostly just wing it because...it'd feel more genuine, I guess."

I can't help but smile. "Aw, how cute~"

Unlike the playful glare he'd shoot me for calling him cute, Akira instead looked at me with what definitely felt like adoration. It was my turn to blush, and I avert my gaze in response.

"Either way, it's...not exactly a surprise anymore, huh?" Akira's joyful expression falls, as he toys with a loose lock of hair on the back of his neck.

"I prefer it this way, actually." I mention. "I think I would've just started sobbing if you surprised me, or maybe even faint."

Given how our first kiss went, Akira chuckled at the memory. "We certainly don't want that."

Silence falls over us, and we share a few glances. "So..." I swallow the lump in my throat. "You gonna ask me in the kitchen or...?"

Smiling, Akira takes my hand in his and leads me to the living room. We take a seat on the couch, facing each other with our legs crossed. Without the TV on, the apartment is almost deafening with its silence.

We sit for a few moments, as Akira collects himself. He takes in a few deep breaths, before eventually enveloping my left hand with both of his.

"When..." Akira pauses to think. "When we started talking, I figured you'd just be like everyone else that I was friends with. You'd do most of the talking, I'd get involved in your shenanigans, and so on.

"But...I couldn't help but feel...at peace, whenever it was just you and me. Sure, you were never out there, but you had your own ways of being entertaining and intriguing without having to do much. You're unique, in a way that I can't help but feel calm and content with.

"I always couldn't help but notice your independence, too. You stood out because you were different, like me and the others, but you always seemed to take it in strides. Instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, you always presented yourself as just you, and not just another student or citizen. You never cared for other peoples' opinions about you, and I find that...very admirable."

As Akira spoke, he fumbled with the promise ring on my ring finger.

"With how easily we connected, you'd think we were together in a past life." Akira's voice grew more quiet. "I never imagined how amazing it'd feel to click with someone as much as I do with you, and...I want to keep that feeling forever. If you'd let me, of course."

Akira took a moment to dig in his pocket, finally pulling out the small box and placing it in my hand, still being held from underneath by his other hand. He carefully opened it, revealing a ring decorated to look like a wreath with a small sapphire on the top.

"Matthew...will you be at my side...for the rest of time?"

By now, I've started to involuntarily cry, my cheeks burning and my heart skyrocketing. My throat became too closed up to speak, so I could only nod, falling over and leaning my forehead on Akira's shoulder.

"Of course..." I manage through a choked sob. "...God, you knew I was gonna say yes, but you still go and say all that..."

Akira lightly snickered, using his free hand to pet my hair. "I had to make sure you knew that I'm serious about this."

At this point, we're both crying, holding each other while we still hold the box between us.

As we start to calm down, I sit back up while Akira shifts to take the ring out of the box, removing my promise ring to replace it with the new accessory. "What are we gonna do with the promise rings now?" I ask, my face still stained with tears.

Akira thinks for a moment, before suggesting, "They'll get framed with the wedding photos."

I smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"I think I'd like that."

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charity-angel · 5 years

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Karen wasn’t their secretary any more, but she still helped out booking their appointments, answering the phone, and so on when she wasn’t working on cases. Things were getting easier – their varying secrets were out in the open, and they were communicating more.

It took an embarrassing amount of time for Matt to realise that the emails Karen sent to both him and Foggy came through in Grade 2 Braille files. His translation program was good, but it wasn’t that good. Especially since it couldn’t account for typos, so he usually just read things as they a direct transcription in the standard 26-character alphabet. The fact it was in Grade 2, typos and all (bless Karen)… That… that implied that Karen was typing the emails in…

Surely not?

Especially since there was only one attachment on the email. It was… His fingers faltered as his display told him the file type – it was an .abt file – one that didn’t store standard text but was Braille-specific. He never really paid much attention to file types unless they didn’t open properly because someone had been foolish enough to send him a picture, so he hadn’t noticed before. And the email had been sent to both him and Foggy, which meant that Foggy was reading the same file as he was. Exactly the same, if visually rather than on a screen-reader.

What the hell?

He decided to test them. Not via the computer because there were too many ways to cheat with that, but he had other methods: he dusted off his mechanical notetaker and brought that into the office the next morning. The machine was clunky and loud, but it was a hell of a lot faster and easier to use than a stylus, and produced Braille faster and cheaper than the embosser they had saved up for months to equip the office with. And the next time he answered the phone, he typed out a note for Foggy and left it on his desk.

Foggy, Mrs Ellis called for you. Can you call her back? I do not know enough to talk to her.

5552594

When Foggy returned bearing coffee (a habit that at least stopped Karen from making it), he called his client back almost right away. He definitely hadn’t had enough time to look up a translation: he had read the note as quickly as Matt would (probably faster since Matt would have at least needed to find it on his desk first).

Once he was done on the phone, Foggy crossed his office and came to stand at Matt’s door. “Not seen that bad boy in a while,” he commented, gesturing to the notetaker. “Did you bring it just to see if I could read it?”

Matt averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… yeah.”

“Took you long enough.”

“When did you…?”

“Dude, I lived with you for nearly five years – of course I learned. We got our bills in Braille.”

That was true – everything to do with each crummy flat they had rented together had always been in Braille, so that Matt knew what he was signing or paying. Foggy had enjoyed citing ADA to reticent landlords. It had just never occurred to Matt that the documents had not been provided in both print and Braille. Maybe some of them had been.

“And Karen?”

“We still get our bills in Braille,” Foggy pointed out. “Plus, she figured that it would be better if we could all read the same text, so she learned online. There’s even apps for it now. They’re good for sighted people, but you wouldn’t be able to use them. And then we downloaded some of the software you use so we can do stuff properly. I still kind of struggle typing like you do with the six keys, but I think I’m getting better. I make less mistakes, anyway.”

Matt could sympathise with that, although he had learned to type the other way around – he had learned with a Brailler first, then on a full keyboard. Going from one to the other was tricky and honestly he preferred not to. As Foggy had noted, he still used the keys on his decidedly more modern electronic notetaker rather than the laptop keyboard if he could get away with it.

“Karen’s getting herself certified, by the way, so she can bring some extra money in,” Foggy added. “There’s always people out there looking for a transcription service, and someone who can handle the legal jargon is going to be a blessing to the profession.”

That was true, to a certain extent, but it left Karen sounding more and more like an assistant again rather than her doing what she was good at.

“You’re over-thinking it,” Foggy told him. “There probably won’t be that much business from it – there’s actual companies out there who employ more than one person certified to transcribe. But, once word gets round that we can provide accessible services in-house…”

“Then we’ll be flooded with blind clients who can’t afford to pay us, rather than just the usual clients who can’t afford to pay us,” Matt noted wryly. “So are you getting certified in ASL too, so we can do the whole spectrum?”

He was being sarcastic, and he knew Foggy knew it. But Foggy was not going to be so easily deterred.

“Not a bad idea. Since you can’t do it. Can you?”

Matt snorted, amused even as he was touched that Foggy thought to check. “Even if that wouldn’t lead to people asking far too many questions, no, I can’t. I can sense broad movements, but there’s too much going on in smaller gestures that I can’t see properly. It’s like… I can hear that you’re fiddling with that pen in your hand, but I can’t see it.”

Foggy stopped fiddling with the pen. “Sorry.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “I didn’t… it’s fine, Foggy. It’s okay.”

“You know, I think I might have liked it better when I couldn’t see you do that,” Foggy retorted.

Matt grinned at him. “Yeah, but Karen complains if I hide behind the glasses when there’s no-one else around and, no offence, but I like the rewards I get for not pissing her off.”

Foggy threw up his hands. “Gross. I did not need to hear that. I… am totally over talking to you about your sex life.”

Matt sighed. “Can we go get drunk and just do it anyway, sometime? Because I miss that.”

“It’s Karen. It’s weird. And we didn’t talk – you used to show off and I lived vicariously through your showing off.”

That was, admittedly, true – to a point. Matt had never been above playing up his good looks and/or his disability to attract women, and Foggy had enjoyed being his wingman. Now neither of them had need of a wingman, since they were both blissfully ensnared by their respective girlfriends. Matt didn’t even go out looking for trouble that often any more. Hell’s Kitchen was finding a new equilibrium, and that involved the police a lot more than it involved Daredevil these days. He still showed his face every now and then, just to remind any would-be criminals that he was around, but on the whole he was enjoying an entirely different kind of life. With Karen, with Foggy and Marci, and even occasionally with a client who could afford to pay them.

“Can we just go out and get drunk, just the two of us?” Matt offered as a counterproposal. “We haven’t done that for ages.”

“Sounds good. I’ve got to get back to Mrs Ellis’ case, but we should do that. Tomorrow night?”

“Sure.”

Once Foggy had retreated to his office, Matt pulled the machine back over and tapped out a second message:

Karen, Foggy told me you’re learning. I know you probably didn’t say because you wanted me to figure it out for myself, but you have to remember I’m a blind idiot.

But I’m YOUR blind idiot, and this is something I can help with. I’m heading out but I’ll see you later. Come round and I’ll cook for you.

Love, Matt xx

#daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #braille #because there is no way they never learned fight me #and yes the images have alt text #accessibility ftw

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Passionfruit

Erik (Killmonger) Stevens/Black!Reader

Summary: As far as reader feels, long distance relationships hardly ever work... Or do they?

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: FR Ya’ll spare my ass cause this shit is my first posted fic and boiii im out here scared shITLESS

Listen,Seeing you got ritualistic

Cleansing my soul of addiction now ‘Cause I’m fallin’ apart.

Yeah, tension

Between us just like picket fences

You got issues I won’t mention for now, Cause we’re fallin’ apart..

You stood in the shower thinking about the last time you had a real conversation with Erik, the detached shower head close to your face as you rinsed the deep conditioner out of your stubborn curly hair. The start of this month might've actually been the end of y'all little three month relationship, ever since you moved out of Oakland to go be closer to your family in another state, he kind of cut all of your contact with him short.

The arguments started to pop up more, conversation over the phone became tense and brief. You definitely felt that spark between the two of you beginning to slip away and it was pissing you off because you still had yet to understand why he would stop speaking to you just because you moved.

You stepped out of the shower after you slid the shower head back on its mount, not bothering to ring out your wash rag as you threw it back on the towel rack. You threw your hair up in a towel, and wrapped another around your body frame, exiting the steamy bathroom to throw some shit on before bed.

‘Don’t Touch My Hair’ blasted through the speakers of your iPhone 8, to which you’d thrown on your queen mattress, letting the towel hanging off your titties fall to the floor of your modest bedroom. As you threw on some pajamas, the song playing from your phone had been interrupted shortly with a ding, as you perked up. “Who the hell’s texting me this late at night?” You fussed to yourself, eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the iMessage displayed across the screen.

My Boo “You up?”

You rolled your eyes, picking up the cell phone and typing up a reply. “Yeah. Just hopped out the shower. Y.”

“Jus wonderin. Take a pic for me.”

“Naw. Too tired for that freaky shit.”

You waited a good two minutes for a reply before you sucked your teeth, throwing your phone back down, going to sit down in front of your vanity mirror, detangling your hair carefully so you didn’t accidentally pull your hair from your damn scalp. You chuckled to yourself, it gave you a rush of confidence turning down Erik like that. He stayed expecting to get something from you when he rarely ever gave. Even though when he gave it was amazing but…. that’s besides the point.

You wasn't about to sit there and tend to his every need when he didn't do the same for you anymore. Y’all changed and it hurt like hell, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

I can't blame you, no.

You finally got a reply back from him, as you turned out your bedroom light, climbing under your bed sheets. “Smh.”

“When's the next time I'm gonna see you?” You decided to change the subject since it wasn't going anywhere. Despite being a little mad at Erik, you still wanted to at least have a conversation with the nigga. “IDK. Gotta see how my schedule look. Y don't you come 2 me?”

“That can be arranged.”

“Bet. Wyd?”

You instantly rolled your eyes at the question, you hated when he asked you that because every time he'd ask, you're doing something boring. “About to fall asleep. But you keeping me up ofc.”

“Good. I want you 2 think abt me when you dreamin.” You smirked at that, deciding to leave him on read as you turned your phone off with a soft ‘click’, tucking it under your pillow after plugging it in.

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

I can't blame you, no.

You were seriously gonna plan going back to California to see this man, but you'd have to let your people know first ahead of time so they weren't just wondering why you disappeared again.

By the time your alarm went off for work, you had sleep like two minutes max, so it made you grouchy as hell. You flipped the thin sheets off of your soft chocolate legs, eyes heavy as shit as you forced yourself to get ready for another day of your regular ass hustle.

You threw on your work uniform after taking a quick shower, grabbing up your apartment keys and essentials before you left the house for your job.

_ _ _

Listen,

Harder building's trust from a distance.

Let's rule out commitment for now, cause we're fallin’ apart.

Leavin’? You’re just doing that to get even.

Don’t pick up the pieces, just leave it for now

Cause we’re fallin’ apart.

By the time you got back to your crib, you were all the way burnt out, your feet burning and tired from running around doing so much stock in that small, agitating retail shop you worked at.

You swore as soon as you stepped through the door, your phone started ringing, making you let out a groan. “Hello?” You hadn’t even bothered to look at the caller ID to see who it was.

“Damn, who pissed you off today?” The remark made you suck your teeth as you glanced at your feet, slipping out of your ugly ass work shoes, and stumbling over to your couch. “Everybody.” You bit back, letting your eyes fall close as you laid down on the comfortable seating. “Even me?”

“Especially you.” A sleepy smile spread across your face at the sound of Erik’s deep chuckle in your ear. “But I called you to let you know that you prolly won't be able to come to visit me.”

The comment made you sit up, back aches and all, your pretty face screwing up. “And nigga why not?” Erik let out a huff of air at your aggressive attitude, he knew you'd react like this before he even said anything. “Because this week I'm working heavily so by the time I get home, Imma be tired as hell. So don't waste your time tryna visit.”

“Fuck you mean “waste my time”? Erik we haven't seen each other for months now. Why would that be a waste of time?” Another impatient noise came from his end of the line, you listened to the sudden silence coming from your phone's speaker, only brief shuffling.

“Y/N–”

“No, Erik. If you don't want me to come then just be real with me. I know that bitch that's in your house right now wouldn't want me to be there either.”

You spat, you didn't want to be the one to be starting shit but you and Erik been distant for awhile now and you were sick of it. “Y/N, that's far from the fucking case. You should know that.”

“I don't know shit anymore, Erik.” You heard Erik sigh again, “You accusing me of having bitches in my house but why the fuck you looking so fine every time you post on the gram, huh? What nigga you dressing up for?”

You were so stunned at his accusation that it made you speechless, Erik’s side getting quiet again as he waited for a valid explanation. “What are you talking about? I dress up for my damn self.”

“Then stop saying I got women in my house, and trust me when I tell yo ass that it's work that's keeping me busy.” You knew you were being unfair and irrational by accusing him of cheating, but you were so dead set on traveling to him that it infuriated you that he would tell you not to come at all.

“Fine, Erik..” You weren't about to apologise to him because you were still mad, Erik knew that much. But his work wasn't the type of job that you could just call out on. His schedule was full and he needed you to just deal with that for the time being.

“Now stop poutin’ and tell me how ya’ day went.”

_ _ _

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

I can't blame you, no.

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

I can't blame you, no.

It's a few weeks later and you're chilling, curled on your small loveseat as you waste away the rest of your off day watching Game of Thrones and snacking on unhealthy shit. You ran a few errands today like restocking your kitchen, and paying off your rent for the month, so now you were just relaxing in some tight ass pajama shorts and a grey tank top.

You felt your phone buzz in your lap, and then buzz again as you grabbed it from its spot huddled halfway between your legs. It was Erik.

“Open ya door.” As you read the message, loud knocking radiated throughout your apartment, making you jump from your spot on the couch, going into fight or flight mode as you approached the door. You took a peek through the peephole in the door, snatching it open when you saw Erik standing in front of your door, his dreads cascaded over his face as he stared down at the lit screen of his phone.

“What the hell are you doing here!” You hissed at him, the chain of your door lock obstructing some of your view, as you stared him down.

“Good to see you too. I thought yo ass missed me, but now we speaking through locked doors?” You rolled your eyes, closing the door to unlatch the lock. After you unlocked it, Erik opened the door to let himself in.

You glared at his feet with a raised eyebrow, his black and white Air Max 95s still laced on his feet as he stepped on your freshly vacuumed carpeted floor. “You might wanna take those off before I drag ya ass back out the door.” He rolled his eyes, taking off his expensive sneaks and putting them neatly on your shoe shelf by the door. “Thank you, sir.”

“Mhm.” He hummed, walking around your apartment, oddly scanning the area. You watched amused as he dipped down, looking under your couch, and then your loveseat. “Erik, What are you looking for.” That came out as a statement more than a legitimate question.

“That nigga you been dressin’ up for lately.” The comment made you double over with laughter, as Erik rose back up from his spot where he was laid out on the floor, staring at you with a stoic expression. “You think I’m playin’ Y/N?”

“Yes. Yes I do.” You caught your breath after cracking up, crossing your arms again. “Nigga, you came all the way here just for that? I’m hurt.”

“No, babygirl,” He walked across the room to where you stood, grabbing both of your arms to uncross them, letting his own slip around your waist, pulling you towards him in one quick motion. “I came here to see my chocolate goddess.” He leaned in for a kiss, to which you dodged by moving your head back, watching him frown up, “Stop playin’.” You snorted, letting a smile spread across your face as you lifted your arms to wrap around his neck, leaning up on your tip-toes.

“I missed you so damn much, babygirl.” You hummed in reply, practically melting in his grasp as you relished in the feel of his lips against your own. Your eyebrows furrowed deeply, pulling back from the kiss suddenly, as Erik opened his eyes, eyeing you curiously.

“Erik– how’d you get my fuckin’ address?”

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