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Hi honey. How about a Wanda fic where R comes back after a long mission and since Wanda got so used to not having R around she's kinda ignoring her. Angst with a happy ending
★ ★ ★ Time Goes By ★ ★ ★
Character: Wanda Maximoff
Summary: When you finally return home after a month-long mission, you realize your girlfriend has started to get used to life without you
Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of NSFW, some crying, mentions of abandonment and anxiety,
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay!! Thank you for the request <3
Word Count: 3.63k
Being an avenger wasn't easy, not in the least. There was the constant threat of death, the looming amounts of paparazzi just *begging* to get an interview with their favorite superhero, and your personal least favorite, being away from your loved ones.
You absolutely adored your girlfriend Wanda, a fellow avenger, and when you found out you wouldn't get to see her for at least a month, you were heartbroken to be ripped away from the woman you cherished dearly just in the name of protecting some city on a whole other continent.
Wanda was equally as heartbroken, but she understood, having been a part of the avengers longer than you meant she had plenty of experience when it came to long missions that meant staying in a whole new environment.
“I know baby, I know, but you'll be okay! I'll try and text you everyday to wish you goodnight, and I'll try and text you every morning to wake you up,” She promised you, holding you in her arms.
“I know- But it's in Europe, it'll be a whole other timezone!” You cried.
“We'll make it work Dekta, we'll make it work,”
You were nothing short of a baby for the rest of the week before you left, never wanting to leave your loving girlfriend's side no matter what she did.
But the night before you left, you were held in her arms from the moment you and her got home from work, her manicured nails scratching at your scalp as the two of you watched your favorite sitcom together.
You knew she liked to hold you tightly while watching your favorite sitcoms due to her trauma, as if she was afraid to let you go in fear of that horrid day happening again.
She held you tightly because she knew that's the way her parents died, cuddled up on the couch. She wasn't losing another person in her life, and if another bomb hit your apartment, she wanted to die with you in her arms and her in yours.
She tried to get rid of the thoughts that made her behave this way for years, but subconsciously the redhead would forever cling to you when you watched these sitcoms, as it brought her comfort she wasn't even aware of receiving.
As Malcolm in the Middle played on the TV, you looked up at her, her green eyes sparkling as she watched the TV.
God she's beautiful.
“Wands…?” You murmured.
“Yes Dekta?” Wanda looked down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as her hands pulled you even closer to her.
“You're not gonna forget about me, right? When I come back everything will be back to normal?” You asked, a tear welling up in your eye at the mere thought of losing her because you were gone for too long.
Wanda grabbed the remote, pausing the TV before pulling you fully onto her lap, allowing for you to bury your head in the crook of your neck.
“Oh moya lyubov, I will never forget you,” Wanda frowned, kissing your lips softly as she looked at you, her eyes genuine as she pulled you out from her neck.
“I know, but I…” You trailed off, biting your lip as you shrugged.
“I know,” She nodded. “I won't forget you,”
You looked up at her with eyes that were glazed over with tears, and you attempted to hold them back, but a few finally escaped.
A shaky breath left your lips, and you wiped the droplets out from under your eyelids.
“You better not,” You mumbled.
Wanda looked at you, kissing your lips gently.
“I wouldn't even dream of it,”
You sniffled, holding onto Wanda for the rest of the night until you eventually fell asleep.
She carried you up to your shared bedroom after she had finished another two episodes of the sitcom, tucking you and herself under the covers of your bed.
“Wanda…” You slurred in your drowsy state. “I don't wanna go…”
Wanda sighed, her eyes falling to your sleeping form in sadness.
“I know moya lyubov, I know, I don't want you to leave either,” The redhead ran her fingers through your hair, twirling some of your locks around her pointer finger.
You didn't respond, falling back into your unconsciousness, leaving Wanda to hold you in her arms.
“Ya tebya lyublyu,” She murmured into your hair, shutting her eyes to join you in your sleep.
When she had awoken the next morning, she immediately noticed the lack of warmth in her arms.
She made her way to the kitchen, seeing the plate of pancakes you had made for her before your departure to your station in Europe.
The redheaded witch sat down at the table, quickly cutting up the pancakes so they didn't get cold.
The pancakes you made were delicious, and once she finished, she leaned back, grabbing a napkin to wipe her face.
She slid it across the bottom half of her face, pausing as she felt something a bit sticky being wiped across her cheek.
Her hands pulled the napkin back, and her eyes softened as she saw the clear shimmer of your lipgloss on the napkin.
She frowned, an exhale of something in between loneliness and sadness leaving her.
This was going to be a long month without you.
The days dragged on slower than either of you had wanted or even anticipated, your separation by the fault of physical distance causing you both to crave each other's voice and touch.
The mission itself wasn't much better either, you were mainly just put as a security guard at your post. You didn't even understand why you were here. You hadn't done anything that required any true effort like disabling any sort of terrorist from the gang you were sent out here to help catch.
‘God I can't wait to go home,’ You thought to yourself, leaning against the wall as you held the polaroid you always carried around with you in your hands.
The picture was one that you and Wanda had taken at some amusement park you had passed by on a walk and decided to try out, and on your way home after your time there you took a picture with your girlfriend on the machine provided.
She was kissing your cheek, and you were too busy laughing to notice that the picture had been taken, catching you two in your most genuine moment.
You smiled at the polaroid, putting it back in your wallet before tucking it in your bra so no one could take it without you knowing.
After the weeks of your mission had passed by, you woke up on the day you were to head to the airport with a smile on your face. After what had felt like ages without your loving girlfriend, you were ready to go home and see her more than anything.
You checked your phone, shrugging at the lack of any messages on your home screen. Wanda was 5 hours behind you back in New York, and you were used at this point to not being able to talk or call at all for days on end, but that's why you were so excited to go back home.
You loaded up your suitcases, fixing up the free hotel room provided for you in exchange for your service and work in the country.
Getting on the airplane, you sent a message to your girlfriend before turning your phone on airplane mode.
‘I’m heading home Wands, come and get me soon ❤️’
When Wanda saw that as she woke up, she smiled softly, excited to see her love for the first time in weeks.
She slowly pulled herself out of bed, sliding on a black blazer and khaki pants with a white button up shirt underneath.
She grabbed her keys, walking out of the apartment to her car.
You had landed about 30 minutes prior to Wanda getting out of bed and leaving to pick you up, but thanks to TSA regulations, you were delayed from walking to the pickup area of the airport for around another 45 minutes, giving the green-eyed woman plenty of time to arrive.
Once your luggage had been checked by the private agents assigned to avengers flying to their destination, who somehow looked more serious than the actual avengers themselves (Thanks Tony, you make the avengers look very professional), you finally walked to the front of the airport.
Your eyes scanned over the sea of people that were in the building, but they finally paused when they found the familiar sight of your girlfriend's fiery red hair.
“Wanda!” You beamed, almost running over to the older woman with your luggage in your hands.
When she heard your voice, Wanda turned in the direction she saw you coming in.
“Y/N!” She ran up and hugged you. “Oh moya lyubov, I'm so happy you got home safe!”
“I'm so happy to see you my dear,” You hugged her back tightly, your hands finding their way to her cheeks before you kissed her softly.
Wanda kissed you back, her eyes filling with tears.
“I'm so happy to see you too, any longer without you and I wouldn't have been able to handle it,” She separated her mouth from yours, darting her tongue over her lips as if attempting to savor the taste of you, as if she'd never taste you again.
The way she held you in her arms made you feel like you were on top of the world and nothing could go wrong.
But that would all change by morning.
When you woke up after a long night where Wanda couldn't keep her hands off of you and you couldn't keep yourself off of her, you noticed that there was no warmth on your back and around your waist.
“Wands…?” You slurred awake, sitting up and noticing that she had already woken up and gotten out of bed.
You checked the bed, assuming you must have slept in and Wanda had already given you her morning cuddles, but you saw that it was 7:30, the time her alarm usually went off.
Wanda would usually spend 10 minutes cuddling you and stroking your hair in the mornings, waking herself up and usually leaving you with a kiss on your cheek which would then wake you up.
You frowned, but attempted to shake the feeling of abandonment out of your head.
“Maybe she's making breakfast?” You asked yourself, standing up and throwing a robe over your body.
You walked over to the kitchen, not seeing your girlfriend or smelling anything that she might have made.
“Wanda?” You looked around.
No response.
You began to panic, walking to the living room where you saw your girlfriend reading a book while listening to Malcolm in the Middle in the background.
You frowned, calling out for her.
“Wanda?” You repeated.
Finally, she turned around, tilting her head.
“Yes Dekta?” She asked.
You couldn't spit what you wanted to say out, and you just fiddled with your fingers.
“Good morning…” You stuttered out.
Wanda just nodded at you before turning her head back to her book and listening to the sitcom you two were supposed to watch *together*.
You felt a surge of anger and sadness being sent up your spine. Why had Wanda been so loving the night before, but now treated you as if you weren't even there? Had she actually forgotten about you?
You walked back to the kitchen, pulling out a bowl and pouring some cereal into it (and then added milk if that's what you like).
“Maybe she's just tired Y/N,” You mumbled to yourself. “Last night was a lot…but…she never acts like this, even after nights like that,”
You dug your spoon into your fruity pebbles, sighing as you just spun the cereal around the white bowl with the metal utensil.
You tried to get some of the not-so-kind thoughts out of your head, and you frowned even deeper as you lifted your spoon to your mouth, swallowing the cereal before putting the spoon back down into the bowl.
You sniffled, putting your head in your hands.
You weren't sure *why* this was affecting you so much, but it was, and that's what mattered right now.
Standing up, you brought the bowl of cereal to the living room, sitting next to Wanda and leaning your head on her shoulder jokingly.
“Wandss…” You kept eating your cereal, hoping to get her attention somehow.
“Hmm?” She didn't even look up from her book.
“Did I do something?” You asked, sitting up now, continuing to eat your cereal.
“Hm? Oh no Dekta, you didn't,” The green-eyed woman slid her finger tip across her tongue before she flipped the page, tilting her head to the left so she could read better.
You frowned, beginning to get ticked off.
“Are you sure?”
Wanda still refused to look up from the words on the page, actually not hearing you, or at least choosing not to.
You scoffed, standing up once you and finished the cereal before putting it in the sink.
You returned to your shared bedroom, and you pulled out your computer, deciding to play a video game to calm your…well you weren't sure what you were feeling. There was a lot of anger, confusion, and definitely a lot of sadness in there as well. The inability to put an exact word on what you were feeling along with the inability to distinguish what was going on definitely had you anxious as well.
After about an hour or two passed, you closed out of the video game, putting your computer on your desk before deciding to clean up a bit.
With everything that was going on with Wanda and her attitude towards you, combined with the remaining anxiety still bubbling over from the mission, you were doing everything you could to keep your mind distracted. You felt that even though the mission was over, you still were nervous about it and whether you did good or not. It seemed like that if Wanda kept up the isolating behavior, you would tip over the edge of a breakdown. You didn't want to tell her about the leftover anxiety last night, because you didn't really need to. You were distracted and with the person that stood as your comfort.
But now with that stability gone, you knew that it was only a matter of time before you lost your happy front.
The room was clean and laundry was fully down in a matter of 4 hours, and you only noticed just how much time had passed when you started to smell her making lunch.
Your eyes lit up, and you pushed the laundry basket underneath the machine before running down the stairs, freezing when you saw your girlfriend eating all by herself.
“Wands, I didn't know you were making lunch…!” You said awkwardly, walking over to the table.
Wanda licked her lips awkwardly, and she bit her lip before putting her fork down.
“Oh um…I'm sorry Dekta, I only made one plate,” She said awkwardly.
“Oh…” You trailed off.
“You can still sit with me if you want, I'm not going to stop you,” The green-eyed witch lifted her fork to her mouth.
You sighed a bit under your breath.
“Alright,” You sat across from her, attempting to make conversation, but only being left with a nod or just complete silence.
The rest of the week wasn't much better, as Wanda had continued this same behavior.
She would make breakfast, lunch and even dinner all for herself. She wouldn't cuddle you in the morning, and she wouldn't even include you in her activities like she always used to before you left.
It was another one of those times where she had left you home by yourself with your dog, Sparky, who sat comfortably in your lap as you stroked his hair.
“You think Wanda still loves me, Sparky?” You asked the fluffy dog who laid there curled up on your thighs as you played another video game, this one being the game you had been trying to teach Wanda how to play so you could play together.
The dog simply licked your leg, his wet slobbery tongue grazing across your skin causing a small smile to break through onto your lips.
“Arf!”
You laughed, scratching the Jack Russell terrier behind his ears.
“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You chuckled, laughing more as Sparky twirled around in your lap, chasing after his tail.
You put down the controller after you had paused the game, and you hoisted Sparky up to hold him up in your arms.
“I love her so much, and she seemed so happy to see me when I got home, why has everything changed? She promised that nothing would…” You vented to the creature in your arms, your fingers caressing Sparky’s fur from the top of his head down to his tail.
You waited for a few moments, as if giving Sparky the floor to talk, even though he obviously couldn't.
“Yeah, I know I was gone for a whole month, but she promised me everything would still be the same when I came home. I know it was hard for her, but it was for me too,” You turned around, leaning against the armrest of the couch.
Once again you let the dog give his imaginary input.
“I've just been feeling so ignored, like she got used to life without me. She even started watching our show by herself, and she forgets that I'm even there sometimes!” You sniffled, beginning to tear up from all of the emotions washing over you.
The anxiety of the mission, the coldness and complete lack of your existence being acknowledged from your lover, and the adjustments you were still trying to get used to had all begun to finally take their toll on you.
But just as you began to cry your heart out for the first time in months, you heard the front door in front of the living room creek.
You shot your head in the direction of the sounds, and you were shocked to see your girlfriend back so soon.
“W-Wands-? How long have you been there?” You stuttered, sitting up and placing Sparky on the floor so he could run off and resign from his position as your therapist.
“About 5 minutes…” Your girlfriend admitted.
You wiped your eyes, standing up.
“So…so you heard all of that…didn't you?” Your voice wavered.
Wanda nodded, her beautiful green eyes flooding with tears.
“I'm so sorry Dekta, I didn't mean to make you feel so left out…” Her manicured hands, still having chips of the red nail polish you put on them before you left for that God awful mission, lifted up to cup your face.
You let out a small cry at the touch. It felt so alien yet so…so comforting and familiar.
“Oh, oh Dekta, come here,” Wanda pulled you into a tight hug, massaging your scalp with her fingers. “I'm so sorry my love. The month had been so long without you, and I just…I got used to you not being around. But it wasn't a good feeling, it felt so lonely,” She explained with tears pouring out of her green orbs.
“I know, I just- I felt like you forgot about me just like I was worried about,” You cried.
“Oh no baby…I couldn't ever forget you, I just got so used to having you around, and I still felt so miserable from going so long without you in my arms,” Wanda cooed, sitting you down on her lap as she sat on a chair.
You wrapped your arms around her waist like the needy thing you were, and she held you until you both stopped crying (although you cried for much longer than she did).
“I…” Wanda began, biting her lip, looking down at the floor.
You tilted her head up, sniffling.
“Go on,”
She took a deep breath, exhaling softly as you wiped her cheeks free of her tears.
“I've lost so many people in my life…and I've had to become accustomed quickly to them not being there anymore. I was terrified of losing you, and I had already accepted the fact that I would. So when you came home…I tried to knock myself out of the mindset that you weren't here and with me anymore. But no matter what I did, it didn't work until I saw you crying here with Sparky,” The love of your life explained, her hands gripping onto you with a shaky grasp the more she talked. “It’s not an excuse but I-”
You cut her off with a deep kiss, sliding your tongue around here as your hands grasped onto hers as they remained on your hips.
The kiss lasted for about a minute, and Wanda looked at you with wide eyes as the two of you finally pulled apart for air.
“Y/N…” She panted, her digits loosening her grip on your soft skin.
“I forgive you Wanda…” You blurted.
The witch's eyes lit up in a mix of relief and joy.
“You do?”
You nodded.
“I do,”
Her perfect smile returned to her ever perfect face, and it only made you smile back.
“I love you, Y/N,” Wanda looked at you with pure adoration. “More than life itself,”
You chuckled at how soft and sappy she was.
“I love you too, Wanda,”
She pulled you back into her embrace, and the longer she held you, the time that went by without you dissipated from her memory.
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I had a fight with my mom, I'm genuinely sorry for being such an awful person to everyone on here. I know I'm a bad person, but I still love you all with all of my heart. I love writing for you all, I love you all with every bit of being I have. I get excited seeing requests and making you happy. I'm so sorry I'm a liar. I'm just what my mom said, I'm just what everyone said. I'm still going to be writing, this isn't a goodbye note. This is just my sorry.
Can you please write a hurt/confort fic with reader x chessy It's just I'm currently stressing out about my last exams and just got yelled at my proffesor
★ ★ ★ Enough for her ★ ★ ★
Character: Chessy
Summary: Your professor decided to be a dick one day when you were already stressed about your finals, and you find comfort in your girlfriend.
Taglist; @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of partying and drinking, yelling, the professor is a dick :(
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Author's Note: Hey there, I'm so sorry you had to go through that, people suck. Keep going sweetheart ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷
Word Count: 2.21k
His words rang through your head like a pendulum, constantly returning back to your thoughts no matter how much you tried to push them away, and the harder you would try to push them back, the harder it came back to you.
*“Do you seriously think this works? Have you just been slacking off in my class??” Your professor exclaimed at you, his eyes widened beyond proportion and his teeth gritted.
“No sir, I just don't understand!” You attempted to reason with him, your chest tightening with every word you attempted to utter.
You felt your body shaking, tears welling in your eyes as the older man in front of you continued to scream and basically insult your entire existence.
“Well obviously! When you're slacking off and going out, you don't understand the material!” The old man scoffed.
“I don't go out, I spend most of my time studying! Especially with the upcoming finals!” You insisted, your hands shaking as they moved around, your mind unsure what to do with them at the moment.
“You seriously think I'm believing that?” He put his head in his hands before leaning back in his chair, putting some God knows how cancer causing chewing tobacco in his mouth.
“I don't expect you to, but it's the truth! I don't want to fail this!” You let a few tears out, your eyes beginning to hurt from not blinking in fear of showing this man just how much he affected you.
“Well you should've thought about that before!” He yells at you, slamming his hands on the desk.
You completely freeze, tears pouring downtime from your eyes and falling onto your cheeks and neck.
Your professor glares at you with fury, and you stand there in shock, you didn't know what you did. You were just trying to boost your grade, you hadn't been doing any of what he said you'd been doing.
What feels like minutes of silence pass, and you eventually grab your bag, running out of the room quicker than the thoughts running through your head.
You ran to your car, thanking God that the class you had been yelled at in was the final one of the day.
You cried to yourself, your hands clutching at the steering wheel as sobs left your lips. You cried out for something to help ease your pain as your hands shakily moved to start the car.
The drive was quick back to your home, and you couldn't be more grateful for it.
At least *something* could go right.*
You ran into the mansion where you and your girlfriend lived (and where you both worked), tears streaming down your face as you looked for any sense of your girlfriend being around any house.
“Chessy?” You called out, your chest tightening with every step you took, a large amount of tears flooding from your eyes as you did so.
The silence that came in reply took your cries only heightened your sense of anxiety. Your legs were shaking beyond comprehension, and your eyes were growing sore from crying so hard.
“CHESSY!” You screamed, able to cry your guts out due to Nick and his family being on some sort of day trip for the girls’ birthday.
Almost immediately you heard the footsteps of your beloved girlfriend running down the stairs, and you let out another cry but this time of relief.
“Y/N??” Chessy ran over to you, holding you up as you collapsed into her arms, letting all of your emotions out as you buried your face in the crook of her neck. “Y/N? What happened baby? Shhh…shhh…it's okay, I'm here…”
She tried her hardest to shush you, but your sobs wouldn't stop no matter how gentle she was being or what breathing methods she tried to use.
“He was so mean! I'm such a failure! I hate this class! I just wanted him to like me!!” You bawled, holding onto the older woman like an infant to her mama.
Chessy continued to try and shush you, gently guiding you up to your room and placing you on her lap as she sat on your bed, leaning against the headboard and bouncing you gently in her lap.
“Oh my sweet little thing…” Chessy cooed, kissing your forehead. “I need you to calm down for me, okay sweetheart?”
You cried out something unintelligible and nodded into the crook of her neck.
Chessy let out a soft hum of sadness at your inability to speak through the tears.
“Come on sweetheart, I need you to breathe with me…” She hushed you, exaggerating her breathing and pulling you out of her neck so you could see her movements.
You whined at the loss of your hiding spot, and you looked at her through blurry vision.
“Good girl…” Chessy smiled.
She then took an exaggerated deep breath.
“Follow me, baby,” She instructed, smiling as you followed along.
The praise you were receiving from the woman you adored had you blushing and wanting to follow her.
You nodded, taking a big deep breath and holding it before exhaling in sync with your girlfriend.
“L-Like that…?” You sniffled, your fists coming up to wipe the tears off your swollen and red eyes.
“Yes, just like that, good girl,” Chessy smiled at you, kissing you right on the top of your nose. “Just keep following me, love, can you do that?”
“Mhm…” You nodded, sniffling at her as your breathing and your cries began to pacify.
You followed Chessy's breathing for around another two minutes, and once you had fully calmed down, your girlfriend picked you up and adjusted you two so you were both cuddling in your bed.
“Good job sweetheart, I'm so proud of you, good girl for calming down and following me,” She wiped your cheeks clear of any reminisce of your tears with the pads of her thumbs.
You smiled weakly at the gentleness your older girlfriend showed you, sighing in relief as the words Chessy was saying slowly but surely drowned out the words your dick of a professor had said.
“Thank you, Chess…” You mumbled, your eyes hooding from the exhaustion caused by the strain you had put on your face by crying so profusely.
“It's no problem, my dear,” She kissed you gently on the lips.
A moment of awkward but somehow comforting silence passes of her just holding you like a baby, doing everything she *knew* would make you feel better.
“Do you want to tell me what happened, Y/N/N?” Chessy asked, smiling at you with a gaze that made you melt just at the mere glance of it.
You sighed, nodding as you knew that somehow you had to get this event out of your system.
“Mhm…”
“Okay, I'm listening,” She rubbed her hand up and down your waist, placing soft kisses on your forehead, remaining silent to allow a space for you to vent peacefully.
“I just…” You shrugged, wiping your eyes as a few more tears escaped them.
“Go on…” She hummed, waiting for you to continue as she kissed the top of your head.
“My professor screamed at me…” You choked out. “I did what you told me to and I went to his office hours to help me during the final, and he started yelling at me and accusing me of being a slut that doesn't try in college!”
Chessy's eyes widened and her teeth gritted, making sure to keep her grip on you gentle despite how angry she was at what you had told her.
“He said…what?” She gritted her teeth, obviously pissed off at what your professor had done to you.
You nodded.
“I don't…I don't know why…he was so…he was so mean Chess!” You gripped at her shirt, sniffling and yawning a bit, the crying you had done having taken quite a lot of energy out of you.
“I know sweetheart, what he said wasn't true, he's a liar and you and I both know that,” Chessy kissed your cheek once again, her other hand holding onto your thigh and wrapping your leg around her own body.
“But…what if he is right?” You sniffled, your eyes threatening to well up once again with tears.
“He's not,” Your girlfriend replied sternly, her grip on your thigh tightening just a little.
“Then why doesn't he like me?” You asked as the tears glossed over your eyes.
“I don't know sweetheart, it's not your fault, you're amazing. There's nothing you can do,” Chessy sighed, her hand stroking your cheeks as if you were the most fragile thing to ever exist.
“But I tried-”
"I know," She frowned, looking at you with a frown. “Some people are just born to be hateful, and there isn't anything you can do about it. It's not your fault.”
You sighed, knowing that she was somewhat correct, but your stubborn brain still wasn't fully convinced yet.
“I don't know what I did, I sit near the front but not too close, I finish my work on time, I have an A in the class, I just wanted to understand this one question! That's all I wanted to do! I didn't need anything else! I just needed help with that one question! I just wanted to do well on the final!” You began to hyperventilate, the tears pouring out of your eyes once again.
“I know, shhhh…take a big deep breath for me Y/N/N, I need you to just try for me,” She shushed you, kissing your forehead to bring you back to reality.
“Fuck…” You snapped out of it, frowning at your lack of control over your emotions. “Sorry…”
“It's okay, I'm not mad, you're being so good for me right now baby,” Chessy stroked your hair.
You blushed, hiding yourself in the crook of her neck.
“You don't think I'm a stupid slut…right?” You asked, the words muffled but still audible.
Chessy was shocked at the question, and she shook her head.
“What? No! Not at all babygirl!” She gasped, shocked you'd even suggest such an outlandish thing. “Why would you even think that? You know I love you more than anything,”
You just shrugged in reply.
“I don't know, I just…” You trailed off, your eyes falling down your line of vision before you finally shut them, taking in Chessy's scent and touch with open arms.
“You just what, sweet girl?” The older woman asked, her hand tangling through your locs and scratching the base of your scalp softly with her manicured nails.
“I'm just afraid that you think that now that I know that my professor thinks that,” You explained, swallowing down the lump in your throat to keep yourself from crying for the millionth time that day.
“My darling…I need you to look at me, can you do that for me, please?” Chessy tilted her head, barely lifting your chin up with the hand that was once massaging your scalp.
You didn't protest, you loved looking at her beautiful face, and also you were too tired and upset to protest anyways.
“Y/N,” She began with your full first name instead of your nickname, which let you know she was being serious when she said this. “I love you so much. When I first laid eyes on you I didn't think I was even looking at something real. You were perfect then and you're perfect now. I'm so lucky to call you my partner, and there's no one else I would rather spend my life with than you. The way you light up a room whenever you walk into it, the way you get so focused when you're determined to do something and your nose gets all scrunched up. You're one of the most hardworking people I know, don't let some dick that doesn't know what he's doing change that opinion about yourself.”
You laid there in shock, your eyes having widened and your mouth slightly agape from just how romantic and reassuring her words were towards you.
“Chessy I…” You barely managed to spit out, before hugging her tightly as you cried once more, but this time out of happiness rather than anxiety and sadness.
“I love you, Y/N,” Chessy smiled against your soft skin, kissing your neck as you held her tightly.
“I love you too, more than anything,” You smiled, sniffling and eventually relaxing your grip.
You two laid together for a few minutes, until another yawn escaped your lips.
“Is someone sleepy?” Chessy hummed, tilting your head up. “You must be after all the crying you did,”
You nodded.
“Mhm…” You said, your drowsy tone evident as you spoke…”
“Okay, you go to sleep baby, I'll be right here,” She assured you.
And she told the truth, staying with you until you fell asleep.
Once she heard your soft snores, she adjusted your position on her lap as she sat up and grabbed the phone.
She checked a book on her nightstand that belonged to you (or mainly the college you borrowed it from), and she dialed a number.
She sighed as someone finally picked up, and, remaining quiet so she didn't disturb you, she began to speak.
“Hi, can I speak to the Dean? I have a complaint to file,”
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Please don't get mad at me, but the one shot is going to be delayed by one day! I'm a lazy piece of shit so I've been procrastinating. It'll be out tomorrow >-<
Could you do a chessy X reader where the reader is the ranch hand/horse caretaker for the vineyard and one day the reader has an accident with one of the horses and chessy is the only one around to save her? Fluff and angst would be perfect!
★ ★ ★ Kiss it better ★ ★ ★
Character: Chessy
Summary: When a particularly difficult to handle horse knocks you unconscious, Chessy can't help but fuss over you, leading to some new developments in your seemingly platonic relationship
Author's Note: LET'S GO ANOTHER REQUEST DOWN!! >:3
Word Count: 3.23k
Working at the Parker Knoll Vineyard definitely had its upsides, great pay, working with your favorite animal all day, and the nice solitude that came with working alone on the long acres covered in grapevines (Seriously, this dude is loaded, how does he not have more hostlers??).
“Bye Chessy!” You heard a voice come out from the mansion, whom you assumed to be Annie by her British accent.
And there was your favorite part of working on the Parker Knoll. The housekeeper.
Chessy, to you at least, could be described as one of the most beautiful people you've ever met both inside and out.
No matter how much you'd try to deny yourself of your crush, it never seemed to work, and you'd always end up dreaming about the brunette.
“Alright, you four have fun!” You heard Chessy exclaim, waving the kids and their parents away as they walked out the door with their suitcases
You looked back at the mansion that was about an acre off from the area you were standing in before turning back, laughing to yourself as you saw Chessy chasing after the twins while their parents packed up.
Jesus Christ that woman was cute.
Turning back, you put the music back on your walkman before continuing your work on changing the horseshoes for Nick's steed.
You had been hired at the Parker Knoll Vineyard around 5 months after you graduated college with your bachelor equine degree, and when you moved to Napa, you began applying for as many jobs as possible.
When you found an advertisement in the paper for a job at a successful winery a few weeks later, specifically looking for a hostler and stable caretaker, you were overjoyed to find yourself beginning the application process.
Always being a horse person, you found your comfort in the stables of every ranch you had ever worked at starting in your mid-teens.
Sure they smelled like literal horse shit, but you loved to see how free spirited these creatures were. You were pretty much convinced that they were ethereal beings when they were left off the reins for a minute.
You had gotten into a few minor accidents in your early years of being an equestrian and a hostler (even though they weren't really minor and ended up with you getting a sprained ankle), but you'd learned from those mistakes, and now considered yourself well acquainted with the creatures you adored.
To you, finding your equestrian themed job at the Parker Knoll was the true start of your independent life, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.
“Where the hell did Nick put the horseshoes?” You looked around, attempting to find the object as Nick had rearranged the entire stable, leaving you confused as to where everything was.
You sighed, finally picking up the metal horseshoe to place them on the horse, who always gave you a pretty hard time when it came to changing his racing plates.
“Settle down boy…” You pet the much larger creature, trying to soothe the frazzled horse as you tried to pick up his leg.
The horse neighed violently, his tail swishing up and hitting you in the face.
You sighed, still trying to calm the creature.
“Come on sweetheart, I need you to work with me,” You cooed, petting the horse as you went to bend down.
But before you could even get fully to your position to change the plate, a hard force slammed straight into your face, knocking your body to the ground with a broken nose and definitely some other injuries.
You hit the ground, your breath being knocked out of you from the force of the creature's hoof shoving you to the dirty floor.
You cried out in pain louder than you thought, your body laying on the ground as your nose bled violently down your face. Your eyes began to go blurry, and you gripped the ground.
Your nails dug against the finished wood, your mind trying to fight the overcoming blacked out state. You had handled this before, you could do it again. It's not like this horse was pretty much 3 times your size. You could handle it.
Attempting to tilt your head up, a sharp pain shot through your body starting at your nose and spreading to the rest of your form.
“Fuck!” You cried, beginning to feel your body succumb to unconsciousness as the paralyzing feeling coursed through your blood and muscles, leaving you to pass out on the hay covered floor of the stables.
You weren't sure just how loud or for how long you'd cried out, but you knew it was loud enough for someone to hear, because just before you passed out, you saw a flash of brown and blue over your body before it all went black.
Chessy stood over you, freaking out as she propped your body up onto her own, her hand that wasn't holding your back up moving to hold your legs.
When she heard you scream from inside the house, she had dropped everything and ran to the stables to find you.
“Y/N??” She tried to wake you up, holding your nose with the sleeve of her jacket she had taken off to try and stop the bleeding. “Y/N wake up!” Chessy exclaimed, beginning to tear up as her breathing increased.
She already had shaky breathing from her running all the way to the stables from the house in less than 2 minutes, and now her upcoming panic attack over seeing you knocked out only caused her heart and breathing to race even more.
She moved her hand from under your legs and placed two fingers on your neck, a small cry of relief leaving her lips as she felt your pulse.
You laid in her arms, your body limp with shaky breathing, you looked so small in her arms even though she herself was smaller than you.
“Fucking Christ-” She held you tightly, hyperventilating beyond belief at the mere thought of losing you. God she couldn't lose you. “Stay with me sweetheart, please-”
She held you tightly in her arms, and it felt like her world was collapsing. She was terrified of losing the people she cared about, but if she lost you…she wouldn't know what to do with her life.
She loved you dearly, even if she didn't think you felt the same way.
Chessy scooped you up fully into her arms bridal style, and she kept trying to wake you up for a few solid minutes through choked out sobs.
When she saw your body begin to twitch, she stood up with you in her arms, making sure the horse was locked up before rushing you into the house.
A course of pain flushed through your body as you woke up, and a small grunt escaped your lips.
“Shit-” You grimaced, your hand sliding against the surface beneath you, your eyes widening when you felt the fabric of a bed instead of the furnished wood that you had collapsed onto.
You looked around, your eyes scanning your surroundings.
This wasn't your room.
“What the…where am I…?” You muttered, recognizing the land out the window, knowing you were back in the mansion, but where in it?
“Be careful sweetheart,” You saw Chessy immediately run in, her eyes red and puffy from what seemed like crying, she had a bottle of water in her hands with a corresponding bottle of medicine.
“Chessy?” You muttered, your head tilting to face her.
“Oh thank God you're awake,” Chessy sat on the bed, kissing your forehead before picking you up with surprisingly strong arms.
Your cheeks scattered a bright red, and you barely managed to stutter out a response.
“W-Where am I?”
Chessy propped you up onto by far the largest amount of pillows you had ever seen, allowing for your body to sink softly as if it was on a cloud.
“You're in my room, hon,” Chessy caressed your cheek. “I heard you scream and…” She trailed off, trying to remove the image of the person she cared about so much in that much pain out of her head. “I took you back to my room after I found you so I could take care of you,”
Your head turned to the right, and you noticed a whole tray of supplies on her nightstand, the books previously there now thrown onto the floor next to it.
The tray consisted of a fresh ice pack wrapped in a soft white towel for your nose, cotton balls to soak up the blood escaping your nostrils, band-aids for the scratches on your body you had suffered from the fall, and a bottle of cold water and some fruit in a bowl.
A small cold drop on your nose knocked you out of your small daze, and you realized that your nose wasn't in as much pain as before, which you realized was the case because Chessy had another towel-wrapped ice pack in your nose already.
“Chessy- You don't have to do all of this, I'm fine,” You murmured, still in a lot of pain and in no mood to actually stand up and protest, so you just let whatever the woman do what she wanted to your injured frame.
“No, you're injured, and you scared the shit out of me,” She shot a small glare, causing the blush on your cheeks to darken. “I'm taking care of you,”
You sighed, leaning your head back, too tired to fight.
“Fine…if you say so,” You grimaced.
Chessy’s glare softened, and she moved a few strands of hair away from your face and kissed your forehead.
“Oh hon, I'm so glad you're okay…I don't know what I would have done if I lost you,” The brunette sniffled, wiping her eyes with the non blood-covered sleeve of her jean jacket.
You blushed at her concern, your lips forming a small smile.
“I was going to be fine, just a little accident,” You chuckled.
Chessy frowned at you.
“Y/N, you were unconscious,” The shorter woman said sternly, pulling her glasses back on top of her head.
“I know- But I didn't die?” You attempted to assure her, cursing yourself when she only teared up more.
“I can't lose you sweetheart, I love you too much,” The brown eyed woman blushed, cupping your chin.
A small stutter escaped your lips at the mention of the word ‘love’.
“You're not losing me that quickly,” You chuckled, trying to dismiss the words that left Chessy's mouth.
Chessy smiled back at you.
“I know…” She chuckled, looking down at your form. “Oh hon, why don't I get you all cleaned up?” She cooed, placing a hand overtop of yours.
Your eyes widened, and you stuttered.
“H-Huh?”
“Can I change you out of these clothes hon?” The brunette asked.
“N-No, Chessy it's okay, I can go back to-”
You're cut off by Chessy crossing her arms and looking down at you with a raised eyebrow.
“That wasn't what I asked, I asked if I could change you into something comfortable,” She then put her hands on her hips.
You bit back a blush, and you simply nodded.
“Please…” You murmured.
Chessy smiled softly, walking out of the room and returning with one of her hoodies and pairs of sweatpants before stripping you of your uncomfortable riding gear.
Your cheeks heated up at the exposure of your skin, and you let out a sigh as Chessy took off your knee and elbow pads.
She looked at you with a smile, laughing at your relaxation.
“I knew you needed a break from the gear,” She chuckled, taking a few baby wipes and wiping down your body with them.
Your head leaned back, every muscle in your body relaxing at the touch of the wipe clearing off any sense of dirt.
“Thank you for this, Chess,” You hummed.
“Anything for you, baby,” The brunette smiled, placing her hoodie onto your body before sliding her sweatpants over your legs.
“Are you sure I'm not taking you away from your job?” You asked her, holding onto a pillow that was resting next to you.
“What do you mean sweetheart? I'm doing my job right now?” Chessy looked at you, taking her fingers and running her digits through your hair softly, taking it out of the ponytail it was in.
You chuckled.
“You're too good to me Chessy,”
“No I'm not, now be a good girl and stay still while I bandage you up, okay hon?” She instructed, beginning to apply some petroleum jelly onto the small scratches across your arms.
The nickname made something inside you flutter, and you immediately nodded, desperate to hear her praise you again. You just wanted to hear her want you.
“Good girl,” She repeated, rubbing in the jelly before taking the now lukewarm ice pack off of your nose and replacing it with the freshly cold one.
As she waited for the jelly to settle in, she wiped off the final remaining drops of blood off of your philtrum, tossing the last cotton ball away as the blood had finally dried up.
Another smile came back to your face as you heard her praise.
“Where did the Parker's all go?” You asked.
“They went up to that mountain cabin Nick just bought a few weeks ago, they'll be gone until around Wednesday,” Chessy replied.
“So…it's just us?” You asked.
“Us and Sammy,” She chuckled, hearing the dog bark downstairs.
“Speak of the devil,” You laughed. “I think he does need to be fed,” You checked the clock on her nightstand and saw it was Sammy's feeding time.
“You're right,” Chessy laughed, giving you a kiss on the forehead before standing up. “I will be right back, hon, and then I'll put the band-aids on now since the jelly will have settled.
You nodded at her, waving her off.
“Take your time, Chess,” You smiled.
Chessy quickly walked downstairs, and you could hear her playing with Sammy before the sound of his food bowl being filled with kibble filled your ears.
You laid in bed, waiting for the housekeeper’s return, nuzzling into her hoodie and engulfing your nose in her smell. Her hoodie smelled like fresh cinnamon and shampoo, matching the scent you had smelled when she had leaned in to kiss you on the forehead.
Her hoodie and sweatpants were warm, as if she had just gotten it out of the dryer, yet somehow it already smelled like her.
What Chessy knew that you didn't, however, was that she sprayed her perfume on the hoodie and sweatpants, secretly knowing just how much you adored her scent. I mean, she couldn't blame you, it was a nice perfume she wore, and when surrounded with literal horse shit all day, it wasn't hard to find a scent that you liked over that.
Chessy returned as you had your face buried in the hoodie, and she smiled as she closed the door.
“Aww…Sweetheart you look adorable…” The older woman cooed, kissing your forehead as she sat next to you on her bed.
She took your left arm, beginning to apply the bandages to your scratches.
You blushed at how warm and fuzzy the princess treatment you were receiving made you feel, and you laid your head on her shoulder.
“Your hoodie is so warm…” You smiled.
“I know hon, I took it out of the dryer just for you,” Chessy chuckled.
Of *course* she did. That's why you fell in love with her. She was the most considerate woman you had ever met, and she made you feel like a princess no matter how bad you were feeling that day.
“You're amazing, Chessy,” You laughed, looking at her as she finished with the first arm before moving to the next.
“Not as amazing as you, hon,” The older woman looked at you with the same pure adoration in her eyes she always showed to you every time she saw you.
When she finished with the other arm, you turned your body and cuddled into the older woman, your arms snaking around her waist as you clung to her.
“You're definitely more amazing than me,” You insisted, amused at the small banter you always ended up having on who was more amazing.
Chessy chuckled and took a bottle of water, putting it up to your lips, urging you to drink, which you did.
“Drink up sweetheart…” Chessy smiled, holding your chin up with her fingers as you drank it halfway.
When Chessy took the bottle away, she quickly replaced it with a granola bar she had opened, encouraging you to take small bites before placing the empty wrapper in the trash can before putting the other one next to the half-empty bottle of water.
“Why don't we watch some Clueless, huh? I want you to rest right here and I know that you like that movie,” The older woman suggested, scooping you up just a little and pulling you closer to her body.
“Really? You'd watch it with me?” You asked, smiling up at her with excited eyes, adjusting a bit as your body was still sore.
Chessy nodded.
“Of course, baby, hold on one second,” She picked up another instant ice pack and broke it in, placing two of them on separate sore spots of your body, a soft look in her eyes forming as she watched you relax from the ice packs soothing your pain.
“Thank you Chess…” You mumbled with a blush on your face.
“Anything for you, Y/N,” She hummed, putting on the movie and holding onto you gently.
You nuzzled into her chest as the intro to Clueless played in the background, but you were more focused on the woman holding you than the movie.
A few minutes passed and you thought about everything that had happened just in the span of two and a half hours. The accident sucked, definitely, but it resulted in you cuddling up with the woman you were so madly in love with, the same woman who you didn't know was madly in love with you too.
A sudden surge of confidence pulsed through your brain, and you pulled Chessy in for a sudden but short kiss on the lips.
“I love you, Chessy,” You blurted, sitting up a bit more now as you looked her dead in the eyes, waiting for her response.
Chessy looked at you in shock, and after a moment of silence she laughed softly.
‘Shit, I just messed it all up,’ You thought, your eyes widening in horror and pure embarrassment.
Before you could say anything however, your thoughts were very suddenly cut off by Chessy's lips on yours.
The kiss was much longer this time, and you broke away after what seemed like ages with your lips locked together.
“I love you too Y/N, since the first day I met you,” Chessy smiled, tears forming in her eyes.
You wiped her tears with her thumb.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” You asked with a shaky smile, your own tears starting to form
“More than anything, my love,” Chessy kissed you once again, pulling you into her body and meshing your forms together like puzzle pieces that were always destined to fit with one another, where she held you for the rest of the night.
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Literally have missed getting notifications of your posts, hope all is good with your martial arts and life. Also remember your beautiful all the time 💁🏻♀️
Hey guys, should I start uploading age regression content to here? Or do I start a new blog for it? Or do I not do it at all? I really wanna but I don't know TvT
Age regression on main?
No, separate account
Yes, just keep it in a separate section like all other genres
Ew no go kys why would anyone want to see that? /hj
Holy shit! 484 notes on my one shot in less than 2 days?? Thank you guys!! You and your support mean the world to me! Here's the queue for the next fanfics and the hopefully anticipated dates for some of them! (Reminder, some dates may not be accurate, these are mainly my deadlines! I may post them earlier. If I post them later, it is most likely because of writers block!! I may accidentally bit off more than I can chew XD)
Kiss it better - Chessy (Hurt/Comfort) Oct. 25
Enough for her - Chessy (Hurt/Comfort) Oct. 28
Time goes by - Wanda Maximoff (Hurt/Comfort) Nov. 1
sometimes i feel ashamed about liking a fucking 60-70 smth balding man who looks like he uses life alert and got hip surgery last tuesday (dr charles gears my beloved)
but then i remember im friends with u and like, u like older women so it's cool
and no, i will never let go of the time u didn't put liking a DOG above me, u actually thought i was finna stoop that low- 😭
poor professor crow, i could never do him like that.......... 😔
No worries about the late response I know life gets super hectic 🤍
I'm super proud of youuu that's amazing 😍
Just had a college banquet yesterday and I've never worn a dress. I wore one yesterday even went as far as getting my nails, hair and makeup done. I looked like a whole new person literally no one recognized. This body was hidden under all my regular day clothes lmao the dress was a emerald green with some cleavage and a slit on my leg. Hair was in curls and half up half down. My nails were a mix of dark green and black literally never been a girly girl but now I think I'm turning into a little bit more of a feminine person 😮😮
Oh that's great darling!! I'm sure you looked so pretty :D
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