#but i was like this is getting a bit suspicious

[jungwnies]

f1 grid | gas money

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : how they react to you telling them another man paid for your gas

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 885

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was hilarious to write LMFAO

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen

silently stares at you for 5–7 business seconds

“was he old? young? did he look like the type to try something?”

insists on filling your tank from now on, no matter what

might ask you to describe his car so he can avoid that gas station forever

acts calm but logs it in the suspicious men who exist file in his brain

yuki tsunoda

“HUH? why??”

weirdly proud and mildly offended at the same time

“next time send me his venmo i’ll pay him back and then block him”

starts acting extra flirty and clingy all night just in case

absolutely forces you to tell the story to the boys like it’s a comedy bit

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

“do you think he had weird intentions??”

tries to stay composed but is 100% spiraling

“darling, this is why I say let me fill up your car”

types out a paragraph on boundaries and deletes it

offers to start driving you everywhere "for convenience"

kimi antonelli

blinks. nods. “what was his license plate?”

asks like he’s joking but you know he’s not

completely unreadable expression but sits a little closer to you after

“you know I’ll pay for your gas, right? all of it. forever.”

keeps one arm around you for the rest of the day like a warning sign

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

confused and offended in a cute way

“he just… offered?? for no reason??”

“you didn’t smile too much, right? like not flirty smile?”

pouty and dramatic but kisses your forehead anyway

makes you promise to text him next time you're at a gas station alone

lewis hamilton

instantly goes into protective boyfriend mode

“are you okay? did he make you feel weird?”

doesn’t care about the gas, cares if it felt off

gets quiet for a second then offers to put a gas card on your keychain

“i don’t want you having to rely on random men, love”

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

“wait—he PAID for your gas?? bro what—”

95% jokes, 5% wants to fight

fake pouts the whole way home

“guess I’ll just go broke watching other men fund your commute”

sends you memes about gas station sugar daddies

oscar piastri

“was it, like, creepy or just a nice old man thing?”

gets unusually quiet if you say the guy was attractive

“i mean… cool for you, i guess” cue jealous silence

offers to start filling your tank weekly just in case

later randomly asks “so what pump number was it again?”

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

smirks. “ah… still got it, huh?”

not threatened but very territorial

“did you thank him with words or with your eyes?”

jokes, but definitely kisses you a little harder that night

pulls up in his car next time you need gas and does it himself

lance stroll

“i—wait. why?”

genuinely confused at the idea of strangers doing nice things

“you didn’t ask him to, right? like… he offered?”

laughs it off but internally annoyed

literally just gives you his credit card just "cause"

ʚ・williams

alex albon

“did you at least get snacks out of it too??”

not mad, just playfully jealous

“he better have filled it all the way”

wraps his arm around your waist for the next hour

carlos sainz

immediate eyebrow raise

“why didn’t you call me?”

suspicious but not outwardly mad — yet

says he’s fine but mutters “some random tío paying for my girl’s gas…” later

goes with you to fill up the next three times in a row

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

“wait wait wait, WHAT?”

gets all flustered and adorable about it

doesn’t know if he should be worried, mad, or impressed

“you swear he didn’t ask for your number?”

offers to send you money for gas for the next six years

esteban ocon

concerned.

“do you feel like he was trying to get something from you?”

has an entire internal debate about whether to go back to that gas station

tells you he’s proud you handled it but definitely checks your location next time you go out

insists on a Starbucks detour “just to reset the vibe”

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

“huh. did you let him?”

gives you a squinty side-eye for five minutes straight

then suddenly wraps an arm around your waist like “mine.”

fake calm but dead serious

“if it happens again, ask him if he wants to sponsor your boyfriend’s career too”

isack hadjar

“hold on, lemme find this man and shake his hand—”

joking but also not

“this is some rom-com plot twist shit. am i being pranked?”

says he’s fine but paces around the kitchen for a bit

absolutely sends a petty venmo for $5 with the caption: “for your gas, not his.”

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

“oh really? what did he look like?”

casually jealous—still flirty, still possessive

“did you wink at him or was it the hair? it’s the hair, isn’t it.”

acts normal then kisses you with a lot of tongue later

pretends he’s not thinking about it. absolutely is.

franco colapinto

“wait, huh?”

takes a minute to process

goes quiet, starts planning an over-the-top “gas station date” to outdo the stranger

“babe next time let me do something romantic”

fills your car the next morning and leaves a flower in the cupholder

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

“ugh. men.”

rolls his eyes like he’s seen it a thousand times

“don’t let it go to your head. i’ll still be the one buying dinner tonight.”

pays for everything that day without saying why

mutters “he’s lucky i wasn’t there” under his breath

gabriel bortoleto

jaw drops

“like… just offered?? for free??”

cute confused boyfriend energy

“was he old? he better have been old, like ancient.”

tries to act chill but clings to you the rest of the night like a koala

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[thewritingfairy]

↪ 15. The beginning of the end

PREV PART trigger warnings: (threatened) violence, (past, kinda) medical + physical + emotional neglect, mentions of drugging, anger, the start of yandere behaviour, delusional behaviour, swearing, tell me if I missed any!  main m.list      series m.list

Jason is going to do something he’ll regret, and this time Dick feels no reason to hold him back. After your little stunt of just leaving to your friends house for a week, without a phone, and ignoring Damian at school Dick feels no reason to make shit easier for you. Perhaps he’s feeling petty, disregarded like a piece of trash. But then again, isn’t he just that?

In the week you had left Bruce had found your medication stash, and instead of taking it like he predicted he would he sabotaged it. Adding a little bit of drugs that’s meant to make you sleepy enough that you’ll need more help, at least that’s what he told Dick. He doesn’t know if he believes his adoptive father, it’s clear he’s spiralling.

Dick remembers your mama, he remembers her warmth, how she saw through his disguise and how she helped him with grieving Jason. Gods, she was an angel descended down to earth to leave too soon. It makes him think of how similar your future fate might be to your mother’s, it makes him question Barbara if she knew what he could do to bond with you further, but no one but Duke knows and he made it clear he’s not on their side. He likes to think your mama would have sided with them, would have given them the grace you refuse to give. She wouldn’t, she would curse them all to a crueller fate the Joker had given Jason.

But your pills isn’t something that enraged Jason. No, he found that it was quite a good idea. It was your blatant disregard for their feelings, to a degree Dick could understand why you disregard them but he won’t lie and say it doesn’t hurt.

So here he is, with Jason waiting for a few of your friends ready to threaten them. At least he convinced Jason to not go as Red Hood, isn’t he so kind?

Now, there is no time to get distracted, your friends will pick you up at work tonight and they need the fear of your brothers in them.

“I’m so excited for (Name) and Maria,” Francis says to Willow, grinning ear from ear. Oh perhaps the brothers will listen tot his for a short moment. “they finally picked an act for the talent-show.”

“About damn time,” Willow agrees, grinning just as big. “oh and I cannot wait to see that Damian’s face, he’s going to be so surprised that (Name) is even participating!”

Okay, now they’ve heard enough.

“Excuse me,” Dick greets them with his award winning smile (no really, he won awards). “could we have a moment of your time?”

Willow and Francis look at each other and pulled a disgusted face, a face that pissed Jason off enough to grab Francis’ collar. “We shouldn’t be polite to these little fucks,” he hisses as he drags Francis in an alley, something that makes Willow follow immediately. And by the look in her face she was about to kick Jason in the fucking nuts. “they need to be learned a lesson-”

“Get your hands off my fucking brother, you sibling beating bitch!” She shouts, kicking Jason in the side but it does nothing. The kick was like a little tickle and Jason laughs at how pathetic it is. Truly, (Name) you want these pathetic little fucks protecting you?

Dick tsked and forced Willow to stand in a corner with her brother who looks suspicious. “We don’t want to fight,” he says, but it’s a clear lie. And when he saw Willow’s deadpan he gave her a smile that Willow could only describe as crazed. “yet.”

At least Francis has the sense to attempt to protect his little sister, but all Jason could think about was smashing his head in the wall for filling you with thoughts of leaving. For giving you the confidence to act like a bitch (what they don’t know is that this won’t intimidate Francis and Willow, no, they’ll tell you all about it and whatever you do. Don’t worry they’ll stand by your side). “Don’t glare you little shit,” Jason hisses at Francis. “you have no right, who the fuck do you guys think you are?!”

Willow scoffs; “Maybe we need some context to two strangers pulling us in an alley and clearly having a fucking issue with us!”

She knows who they are, Dick is sure of it. She has to.

“Because all I see is two insecure men that can’t believe their little sibling is fucking awesome and no longer needs them!” She shouts, and now it hits him. Willow doesn’t see them as Dick and Jason, no. Simply as two poor brothers. “And now you are fucking intimidating us?!”

Well turns out Jason has less self-control then Dick remembers, because now it was Willow’s head who was smashed into a wall. Blood dripping down her face, and for a second Dick has a moment of clarity. What the fuck are they doing? They are meant to protect civilians, yet here they are smashing a small girls head in a wall. Francis makes a sound of surprise and quickly pulls Willow to his side, his eyes wide as he spoke; “You know at first I couldn’t believe (Name) that the Wayne’s are such pieces of shit. But now I know that’s even too kind.”

Dick chuckles. “As if anyone would believe you if you were to tell them what happened then and now,” Francis smirks as if he knows something Dick and Jason don’t, which he’ll ignore for now. “so run along and see this a warning. Stop corrupting (Name), or this won’t be the last of this.”

“Even without us,” Willow starts, slurring her words a bit. Jason still frozen in shock of what he just did and the fact that Dick didn’t stop him. “they would have ‘turned’ against you, you neglectful motherfuckers.”

With that the two they left, not knowing what storm was coming when (Name) comes home.

BAD ENDING 0.1 NEXT PART (main story) As the titel says, it's the beginning of the end! I know it hasn't gotten all too bad yet but from this chapter forward I will be going 2 ways, a bad ending and a good ending. Idk yet how many chapters they will each get, but basically the bad ending means that the batfam gets their preffered ending (with a few hiccups) and the good ending means you'll get an escape ending which will be ‘the main story’ because the good ending takes a different path than the bad ending. And the bad ending is more extreme so I'll make a seperate masterlist for the chapters for that and a seperate taglist.

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[kxsagi]

we want more lil nagi! the crowd demands

“𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐯𝐬. 𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞”

a/n: whenever someone brings up lil nagi aka seishu, i will write for him no hesitation

(art credits go to dahlimasu on twt)

you should’ve known something was up when nagi walked into the living room in dead silence with seishu sitting perfectly upright in his arms – face blank, mouth slightly open, a single puff of baby hair sticking straight up like he got electrocuted. 

“… he’s not blinking,” you say slowly, halfway through folding a onesie. 

“yeah.” nagi shifts seishu a little. “i think he’s buffering.” 

you blink. “what happened?” 

“nap time.” 

“you tried nap time?” 

“yeah.” nagi yawns. “he won. i lost. i accept my defeat.” 

and then he flops onto the couch next to you, still holding the baby like a football. seishu immediately lights up at the sight of you, cheeks squishing as he beams and says, “ma, ma, ma!” 

“awww, baby!” you coo, leaning in to squish his face. “did daddy fail again?” 

nagi groans into a pillow. “he bit me. again.” 

“well, you did try to put him down when he wasn’t tired.” 

“he was tired. he rubbed his eyes and everything.” 

“rubbing his eyes doesn’t count,” you laugh. “that’s his trick move. fake eye rub, then BAM, headbutt.” 

“he did headbutt me.” 

seishu cackles at your shared misery and burrows into nagi’s chest, full goblin mode unlocked now that nap time is off the table. he begins slapping nagi’s face with a gummy hand. 

“seishu,” nagi mumbles, holding him at arm’s length. “you have your mother’s strength.” 

“that’s cute, coming from the man who got owned by a baby.” 

“he fights dirty,” nagi defends himself. “he faked sleep. had his eyes closed and everything. i was so sure i won, but then he opened one eye and smiled at me. like this.” nagi attempts to imitate seishu’s mischievous squint. it’s weirdly accurate. 

you’re dying laughing. “you got baby baited.” 

“i’ve never been more disrespected in my life,” nagi mumbles. “and i played against kaiser once.” 

later, you watch your husband go for round two. 

he’s lying on the nursery floor like a fallen soldier, eyes glazed, one hand weakly pushing seishu’s toy truck back and forth while seishu climbs him like a jungle gym. 

“buddy,” you call gently from the door. “he doesn’t look like he’s having fun.” 

“i’m stalling,” nagi whispers dramatically. “he’ll get tired soon. i’ll make sure of it.” 

“you know we could switch. i could take a shift.” 

“no. i will win this. i am the adult.” 

cut to: five minutes later. 

you find both of them passed out in the crib. nagi’s folded in like a pretzel, one leg hanging over the side, while baby seishu lies on his chest like he’s king of the world. 

you can’t even be mad. it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. you snap a photo immediately. 

and when nagi wakes up twenty minutes later, rubbing his eyes and blinking blearily like a confused cat, the first thing he asks is: “… did i win?” 

you kiss his forehead. “yeah, baby. you did.” 

bonus: the group chat 

you: [photo of nagi folded into the crib like a croissant with seishu on top] 

reo: bro looks dead 

bachira: OMG they’re twins 

isagi: he’s gonna have back pain for weeks 

nagi: worth it 

nagi: he finally slept 

nagi: i am victorious 

you: he bit you twice 

nagi: worth it 

bonus #2: baby seishu’s revenge 

the next day, nagi tries to get him to nap again. 

“alright, little guy,” he says, gently rocking seishu while humming a lullaby that is suspiciously close to a video game soundtrack. 

seishu yawns. his eyes flutter. he goes limp. 

nagi does the transfer. smooth. flawless. olympic gold in the baby handoff event. he tiptoes backward, heart racing. 

and just as he touches the doorknob– 

“BAHHH!!!” 

seishu’s eyes snap open like a demon’s. 

nagi freezes. “oh no.” 

“BAHHHHHHH!!!!” 

it’s a war cry. the crib is shaking. 

you rush in and see nagi already on the floor, hands in his hair. 

“he used a sleep jutsu on me,” nagi mutters. “i got genjutsu’d by a one-year-old.” 

you pick up baby seishu, who is absolutely losing his mind laughing. 

“that’s it,” nagi says, dramatically lying down again. “my son is my greatest rival.” 

you give him a smooch on the cheek. 

“don’t worry. i’ll avenge you.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[adoresia]

FRISON ⋆ Armin Arlert

(noun) a shudder or shiver; thrill — suggestive

Armin doesn't usually go to silly High School parties. he tells everyone it's because he hates the noise — but its really because he doesn't know what to do with himself once hes there… too stiff in the limbs and way to aware of the way he takes up space. he's the kind to keep his phone brightness low and his voice lower.

but, Eren said you were coming. So now, he's here too.

"You're telling me you've bever kissed anyone and now you think you'll be able to bag a kiss, from her?" Eren teases him before pointing at your unmissable figure from across the room. For a moment he zoned out — gaze softening as it landed on you, like the rest of the world had quietly fallen away and you were the only one left standing there in silence.

"Helloooo? dude." Connie swatted a hand across his face, bringing back his consciousness to them instead. your image still lingered on the back of his eyelids . "What's going on in that pretty little head Armin? Fantasising about holding hands huh? Maybe even more?". Eren barked a laugh, lurching forward in an attempt to high five connie but completely missing instead.

Still though, Armin didnt plan in actually going up to you — not until Eren slapped down a bet…

"Twenty bucks says you don't get a kiss from her tonight…" he raised his eyebrow at him. "do you even have twenty dollars Eren." Mikasa chimed in as an attempt to defend Armin, rolling her eyes at his stupid bet.

But Armin was barely even present, his thoughts were clouded and sticky — dripping down his spine like syrup. Plus hes already two drinks in thanks to Eren and Connie… they called it 'liquid confidence'.

He's not drunk though.. just bold enough.

"Armin why are you still standing here. You look like a sick victorian child silently begging for help, can you just go and talk to her." Sasha deadpanned, popping up beside him. "I'm working on it… just need to calculate the timing." He responded. Eyes still glued on you. Sasha looked at him and then at you from across the room.

"Well.. if your gonna stand there all night with a suspiciously filled red cup in your hands at least act like it's not fruit shoot mixed with vodka…"

Despite it being half fruit shoot, it still burned going down. But the heat that followed felt steadier than the one rushing to his face. That's how he found himself moving — still a bit hesitant but just enough to melt into the crowd. He tried not to overthink his breath and the way his shirt clung slightly to his back. Until he stupidly stumbled into a taller guy. Disrupting his thoughts, and not hesitating to shove him back.

"Brother… watch where you're going."

"Sorry.. I'm so sorry." he mumbled, almost pleading. head ducked and stepping away a little more sober than he was before his thought process was disturbed and he had you in his line of vision. Maybe not the straightest line but it's the thought that counts…

And when he turned around, there you were.

you looked at him like he belonged there, like he didn't need Eren's shove or Connie's teasing. Or even the burn of that half fruit shoot half vodka drink in his throat. All you had to say was "hey." and that was enough for him

Eventually after a bit of nervous back and forth, you both got swept up in one of the quieter rooms upstairs. Sprawled mismatched cushions and someone's older brothers mattress. It was dim and hazy, the buzz of low music seeped through the space under the door. You sat cross legged opposite him, close enough for him to be able to smell what you were wearing.

That was bad.. very bad for him.

"Hmmm let's see. Never have I ever.." you tilted your head back, eyes drifting up at the ceiling in mock concentration. you're finger tip hoevered just over your lips — long enough for him to notice the tinted lipgloss you had on. It took you a while to figure out what else to ask, until curiosity hit you hard.

"Never have I ever… got a piercing."

he took a nervous sip from his fruit shoot diluted drink, and then chocked. that was all it took.

you gasped at the realisation, eyes wide. "No way.. really? Where?" He hesitated a bit, remembering how stupid it was and how he wished he never gave into Connie. But hey it's crazy what 75% orange juice mixed with 15% alcohol does to you right?

"My tongue…"

A beat passed.

"WHAT?" you yelled, accidentally. Choking on your drink in the process. "YOU? have a TONGUE piercing…?"

His face was already burning with embarrassment. He nodded, heat rising to his cheeks as he lowered his head in an attempt to hide what couldn't be seen, yet. "It's… you can't really um see it. Connie dared me, he periced it in his garage last summer. I still dont know why I let him do that."

You laughed, and his stomach flipped. "That's insane. But, cool." You admitted. "You think?" He questioned, his nervousness still lingering, yet you nodded. "You don't seem like the type." You added. " — but, I bet the girls you kiss appreciate you for it." You said leaning in just a little, the way someone does when they already know the answer but want to hear it anyway.

He didn't know how to respond. though for a second he wondered if you'd appreciate it more than said 'girls' he kissed. "Uhh.. yeah? I guess.." The tension grew thicker, staring even harder into his eyes didn't help either. You narrowed your eyes. "Hmm. Have you ever kissed someone before?"

He cleared his throat at the sudden question. "Uhh.. define kiss…"

You tilted your head, watching him fumble. It was entertaining. "So.. no..?" His cheeks flushed and his ears started burning. "I promise I know how. I just…haven't — yet…" a beat of silence stretched. You stared at him, eyes flickering to his lips. Drawn with curiosity — eagerness. And when you spoke again your voice dropped just enough to make his pulse stutter.

"Yet..?" You persisted, almost provokingly. "What are you waiting for?" The silence that followed was awkward, clumsy — but telling. he didn't necessarily know what he was waiting for; if it wasn't you, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

"Um. I don't know." He said quietly, voice a little hoarse.

"Okay. How about… you kiss me?"

He didn't answer at first. Just blinked, stunned and pink… and a little breathless. Like no one had ever offered before, which they haven't… the music from downstairs piles beneath the floorbaords, matching the beasts of his heart, it muted the distance and the weight of whatever was about to happen.

"Okay."

He leans in slowly at first, like he's not sure if he's reading this right. Like if he moves too fast he'll ruin it, yet still his eyes flicker to your lips, and then back up. Looking for some sort of sign. But you don't look away, and maybe that's all he needs.

He comes closer, until you can feel the warmth of him, the static air between you buzzing with something nervous and fragile. And then he closes the space. Not perfectly, his nose bumps into your and then he hesitates. Leaning in too fast — as if he doesn't trust himself to think it through first like he normally would. But his mouth is warm, and soft, and he makes this tiny sound when you kiss him back, like he's didn't expect you to.

He kisses like someone who knows what to do, but doesn't know what it'll feel like or how to execute it. Like his brain is lagging behind his heart. you feel it in the way his hands hover before sitting awkwardly on your lap, in the way he leans in again before you've pulled all the way back.

You laugh under your breath, barely. Your chest stutters when he chases the sound — kissing you again, clumsy this time. Wanting more than what you've already offered him. Needy in a way that makes something tighten in your chest.

"Okay wow" you pulled back, kind of shocked but also impressed. "Slow down a little, okay?" he blinked at you, still dazed as if he never pulled away from you. But then he kissed you again anyway, as if it was instinct, as if the second he stopped he felt like he lost the chance to feel you again. Like he could taste the courage in your mouth and he didn't want it to fade.

he walked home the next day during the quiet hum of the early morning, hoodie was zipped halfway and his eyes were on then pavement like it might give him answers. He didn't say much when they left the party — not because he didn't want to but because he couldn't find the words possible enough to decipher what just happened.

Connie walked ahead arguing with Jean over something dumb Eren said and mikasa trailed beside him, way too quiet for someone who had not slept.

"Bro still hasn't got a kiss, how lame." Connie called back to him suddenly, tossing the words like a pebble into still water. "That whole party and still nothing? Goodness me. Bless your little socks."

Armin didn't answer. Mikasa glanced back at him with the same expression. "Doesn't look like he's answering." She added. "Well yeah duh. It's because he didn't kiss her." He rolled his eyes. his ears were red and his hands were tucked deep into his sleeves, keeping his gaze down hoping that just maybe he he focused hard enough the sidewalk might open up and swallow him whole.

"No kiss huh?" Eren teased, throwing another look at Armin. "Nah bro. He's a lost cause…" Connie sighed.

armin never blieved in magic, but something about you feels like the kind that doesn't need a name.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT ;

nobody can say they fw Armin like me and liv do. that nerdmin art has you guys all on ropes (including me but thats not the point) THE POINT IS YOU GUYS ARE FAKE and we (me and liv) are the real fans BECAUSE okay let me speak okay. nobody knows about the time you would open the ‘armin x reader’ tag and only see me and liv in there bro UOU GUYS DONT KNOW the struggles we went through when nobody gave a gaf about him but now yoh guys do. NOW YOU GUYS ARE FEINING FOR HIM? okay. its okay? its alrught. just remember, were the og’s. i rest my case.

[goooofy-goooober1121]

JJK Men - Love or Be Loved?

In which we explore whether the JJK men prefer loving or being loved!

Ask box is open! Please feel free to request!

Feat. Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Kamo Choso, Fushiguro Toji, and Ryomen Sukuna!

Nanami Kento

Mr. Nanami "Husband Material" Kento

Take one look at this man and tell me he wouldn't move heaven and earth for his S/O!

I think he has seen so much pain in the world through his work as a sorcerer and as an office worker at a suspicious company

He always puts others ahead of himself, we can see it a lot through his interactions with Yuji where he simply does not let Yuji handle things himself because Yuji is literally just a kid

(Nanami is the only one with common sense btw. Like WHYYYY ARE WE SENDING TEENAGERS TO FIGHT LITERAL NIGHTMARE MONSTERS.)

I think that his sense of responsibility plays a big part in him preferring to be on the giving end of all the loving

"I'm responsible for you now" is his love language if that makes sense.

He expresses his care for others by looking after them!

Gojo Satoru

Both

Are you kidding?

Gojo "Loverboy" Satoru

Gojo grew up obviously very neglected and objectified.

Even in modern Jujutsu society, people saw him as nothing more than a weapon!!!

I think that he would love to love on his S/O relentlessly

It gets kinda embarrassing sometimes

Would unironically do that one scene from Descendants where the prince confesses his undying love for Mal in the most public, musical, fantastical, sparkly way

But he means it in the best possible way <3

HOWEVER

it does things to him to be loved genuinely and wholly for him, not for his titles or powers

It would definitely be a healing experience for him

Because then suddenly he feels like a part of him that was missing is returned

So yeah Gojo would go either way. Mutually assured loving all around

Geto Suguru

Being Loved

Wow you're telling me the mass murderer cult leader wants adoration? No shit

But I digress

Apart from the glaringly obvious reasons, he, like Nanami, has seen the harsh realities of the world through the eyes of a sorcerer

However as we have most certainly observed this man has a power trip problem

If I hear him say "monkeys" one more time I'm reporting him for a hate crime

I think at his core Geto craves recognition and appreciation for all the sacrifices he and his loved ones have made for others

So he most certainly enjoys being loved on by his S/O more than anything else

Can we put him in therapy? Maybe enroll him in a DEI course? Please?

Kamo Choso

Ooooooooh this is hard

Because on one hand:

It is quite literally in Choso's nature to love

We see it with his brothers and how deeply he cares

Therefore it would make sense that he would show lots of love to his S/O!!!

BUT

I think that once Choso gets a taste of being loved on, he'll start following his S/O with big sad eyes until he gets a kiss or a hug or a touch on the shoulder

Choso is still learning the intricacies of being human and the concept of being cared for in such a way might really impact him

So I come to the conclusion that Choso prefers loving his S/O because it's what comes most naturally (and he's a big sweetheart) (ignore all the destruction he caused in Shibuya he's a changed man) but also loved to be loved on

He's similar to Gojo in this way but what sets them apart is that while Gojo is much more upfront about wanting affection, Choso will silently follow his S/O around like a shadow with big sad eyes until they notice what he needs

Fushiguro Toji

Ironically? I think he likes to do the loving

Like don't get me wrong

He's broke

He's an assassin

He has a gambling problem

(isn't he dreamy?)

But he comes off to me as someone who prefers to be the one showing love

Partially because he's not quite sure how to act when he's being loved on

But I think he loves from a distance. He doesn't want his loved ones to be hurt or subjected to the more intense bits of his work

Even if that distant loving ultimately drives them away from him

He would prefer it like that than putting anyone he loves in harm's way

Ryomen Sukuna

"I understand love, and I say to you love is worthless." -Sukuna Ryomen

Okay pack it up post is over please like comment and reblog

Okay well hypothetically...

He would very much prefer to be the one receiving all the love

Bro terrorized Heian Era Japan and demanded sacrifices as if he were a god

No way he expects anything less than unshakeable devotion and admiration from his S/O

Bro is a walking Red Flag and he likes his lovers colorblind

[rcjackie]

fun fic idea if anyone wants to read whatever this is!!! It kind of got away from me ngl

!!!!tw for swearing!!!!

okay so soulmates bagginshield au where the name of your soulmate is written on your wrist

except Bilbo’s soulmark is written in Khuzdul, so he had no idea what it says and only knows it’s dwarvish bc of his mother’s books/stories (or maybe he doesn’t know. there are no laws)

So Bilbo at the ripe age of 50 decides to leave the shire to look for his soulmate bc he’s not getting any younger and they have to be out there SOMEWHERE.

on the road he meets Gandalf, and bc that wizard is a grade A Meddler (TM) and knows exactly whose name is on Bilbo’s wrist, he sends Bilbo in the direction of Erebor

now I know what you’re thinking: how is Bilbo, a hobbit, going to get into a dwarf kingdom? well, Gandalf sends him there as his ‘emissary’ bc all good wizards need hobbit secretaries to deal with politics on their behalf, yes this is completely normal.

and that’s how Bilbo ends up as a diplomatic negotiator in a dwarf kingdom while secretly looking for his soulmate. and you best believe he does not know what the hell he’s doing for the first few days, but he’s a baggins AND a took so he bullshits his way through without problem.

and bc of his fake position as Gandalf’s envoy he eventually ends up meeting Thorin, the eldest prince of Erebor, who happens to be deeply suspicious of him and thinks he has ulterior motives besides regular politics

and Bilbo is like yes you’re right I do have ulterior motives but how dare you ASSUME—

cue the beginning of the enemies to friends to lovers pipeline

on the other hand, the first friend he makes in Erebor is Ori, who is the kingdom’s librarian. Bilbo asks him to read the name on his wrist and Ori nearly has a heart attack on the spot before running away bc he found the prince’s soulmate and he HAS TO TELL SOMEONE (that someone being dori)

and, of course, Bilbo misinterprets that as meaning his soulmate is evil. so then Bilbos only thought is FUCK I must have someone absolutely horrible as a soulmate. like how is their reputation THAT bad

so he spends most of his days sulking around Erebor, too scared to ask anyone about the name on his wrist, when he notices some shady figures doing shady figure things

being the naturally nosy hobbit that he is, he listens in, trying to uncover a bit of juicy gossip to entertain himself with.

except that Bilbo uncovers a plot to assassinate the entire royal family and indirectly saves the lives of almost the entire line of Durin. so now he’s being welcomed by open arms by the entire kingdom bc he accidentally speed ran becoming a national hero

this does away with most of Thorin’s distrust, and the two gradually get closer as Bilbo’s place in Erebor becomes more and more permanent.

and just. for plot purposes, Bilbo has been going under a pseudonym this whole time bc it’s a big world and he’s gotta keep himself safe yk, so no one knows his actual name

but now Bilbo’s like we’re friends now and I kind of saved your life, so I feel like I should probably stop lying to you ;)

Bilbo, holding out his hand: Bilbo Baggins, at your service

Thorin, about to keel over: What.

bc Thorin knows that name, as he has in fact been repeating it over and over again for literal decades. it’s the one inscribed on his wrist in a neat cursive, and suddenly everything falls into place.

Thorin, now ripping his own hair out: I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOUR NAME WAS BEEBO TWINDLEWIRE???

Bilbo: I lied :D

unfortunately Thorin’s been having grand delusions of meeting his soulmate since childhood, already planning to woo them by acting like the perfect gentleman and by being on his best behavior—just to find out that it’s the guy that he’s been actively hating on (and also guiltily crushing on) for months

knowing this, Thorin begins pulling out all the stops to make Bilbo like him. he’s sending him handmade gifts, giving him rocks of great value and meaning, showing off his craft, and making sure to train where he knows Bilbo can see. Bilbo may not be in love with him yet but it’s only a matter of time, once he realizes that Thorin is such a skilled provider

Bilbo, however, is just…deeply confused as to why Thorin suddenly seems to go from tolerating his existence to sending him longing looks from across the room, along with many, many shiny rocks and various pretty things. not to say that he doesn’t like the attention, as he’s grown very fond of Thorin over his time spent in the mountain

Bilbo eventually just chalks it up to misplaced gratitude for saving Thorin’s life and moves on. so all of the courting rituals being thrown at him continue to go over his head

meanwhile Thorin is in the midst of planning their wedding bc Bilbo is responding to all of his offerings positively, and he wants to marry his One as soon as possible

[cupidsworstcrime]

I WOULD LIKE THE LIST?????

okay LMAO the list for this

includes : johnny , simon , john , kyle , nikolai , and könig

AN: all my readers are adults. dont make this weird...

[Fauxcest / Stepcest] ↓↓↓

Johnny MacTavish — the obnoxious older brother

Role: Older brother who gets way too handsy with his “stepsibling” under the guise of play-fighting or teasing.

Dynamic: Calls you "brat" and "baby sib" interchangeably. Touches are “accidental.” He’s the kind to say “Don’t tell mum, alright?” after something wildly inappropriate.

Vibe: Loud, smug, and acts like it’s your fault for getting all worked up over “a bit of brotherly affection.”

Simon Riley — the emotionally repressed older brother

Role: The quiet older brother who hides his obsession behind gruff indifference.

Dynamic: Acts protective to a fault. Jealous when others give you attention. Walks in on you in the bathroom “by mistake” and doesn’t leave right away.

Vibe: That "we shouldn’t be doing this" tension. He says it's wrong but still watches you sleep in your childhood bed across the hall.

John Price — the divorced dad who married your mom

Role: Technically not your dad. But he acts like he owns the house, and by extension, you.

Dynamic: Warm when others are around. Leans close and murmurs things like “You know this is our little secret, yeah?” while standing too close in the kitchen.

Vibe: Bearded, shirtless, bathrobe-wearing menace. Gives you allowance in exchange for silence.

Kyle Garrick — the suspiciously well-behaved brother

Role: The middle child who pretends to be innocent but 100% watches from the crack in the door.

Dynamic: Acts like he’s above it until he gets caught red-handed.

Vibe: Quiet pervert energy. He’s the one who records the sibling 'sleepovers' and jacks off to them later. Will beg you not to tell Johnny.

Nikolai — the cool uncle

Role: Not technically related, but has been around so long people forget that, sometimes including you.

Dynamic: Always gives you strong drinks and listens too closely to your complaints about boys. Smiles when you slip and call him "uncle" while he’s between your thighs.

Vibe: Gentle menace. Calls it "keeping it in the family."

König — the shy, awkward little brother

Role: Baby of the house, clearly has a crush on “big sibling” but won’t say a word.

Dynamic: Walks around in oversized hoodies and peeks into your room when you're changing. Blushes when you ruffle his hair. Would literally cry if you kissed him—but would beg for more. He's sooo much bigger than you, but your older and it makes him feel so small.

Vibe: "I shouldn’t want this, but I do…" He stutters through excuses while you pin him to the bed and ruin him.

[cyberrmusee]

apologize | ʚɞ toji fushiguro ʚɞ |

ʚɞ — contains: crazy!reader x manipulative!toji, toxic relationship, knives, mentions of bl00d, oral (f rec.), fingering, implied humping?, implied marathons, toji thinks sex solves every issue.

you’d always been a lover girl. everything you did was driven by that big ass, soft, stubborn heart of yours. there was never any moment where something you’d done wasn’t driven by love.

even now as you held your dear boyfriend, toji fushiguro, at the end of the sharpest blade you owned, even this was driven by love, right? at least to you anyways.

the cold metal pressed against his veiny throat while you interrogated him like an fbi agent, your pupils dilated wide with nothing but adoration for him.

you might’ve been a little crazy, but how could you not when he promised you everything your little heart desired? love, companionship, trust, understanding, loyalty. and god the fucking sex was mind blowing.

but then he disappeared on you for a week, no calls, no texts, nothing, for seven whole days your boyfriend was no where to be found. you’d blown his phone up and gotten nothing in return, so you spiraled into madness til he walked through the door a few moments ago and you were on him.

“you don’t love me anymore toji?” you pouted as you pressed the knife a little firmer to his throat. he strained against you. though in reality he could flip the situation, but honestly, this was turning him on.

“course i do doll, you know that” he choked out, his voice hoarse. your eyes darted over his face as you looked up at him, searching for truth in his eyes.

“no you don’t” you said with a deep frown as you pressed the knife a little firmer to his neck, a small cut forming. “you went off the grid for a week” you whined.

“what’d i do toj’? i’m always such a good girl to you, why don’t you love me?” you pouted as you pressed the knife further into him, drawing blood, watching it trickle down his muscular neck.

toji was getting unfathomably hard. you were fucking psychotic and he adored every bit of it. his pupils were blown wide with lust and he had that stupid fucking smirk on his face.

“i do love you baby girl, promise.” his voice was rich, thick and sweet, like honey and molasses. the same tone he always had when he was about to fuck you silly.

you huffed at his words, full of shit he was, at least to you in this moment “no you don’t… you fuckin left me here by my fuckin self for a week!” you were yelling now, and he was grinning, a wide shit eating grin.

the slow trail of blood down his neck was nothing to him, he couldn’t even feel it. but what he could feel? was how fucking hard you were making him. he loved seeing you all riled up, all upset in his name, cause you loved him so damn much.

sure, it was definitely toxic, but it was so enthralling, so addictive, so.. enticing.he couldn’t help himself. his hands flew to your waist and his verdant irises were on you, swirling with so much lust and admiration.

“let me apologize mama” he said. voice all low and gravelly, filled with sincerity, and something else you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“just drop the knife for me pretty girl, i’ll fix it all, promise” you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. yeah you were fucking furious with him, hurt as hell too, but you did miss him, a lot.

“fine.” you sighed out dropping the blade. his eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and it all happened so fast. you could’ve swore he was on you before the knife even hit the floor.

you were on the couch, no shirt, no panties, no sanity either, and he was in between your legs looking at your pussy like it was the worlds most expensive diamond and he was a jewel thief.

“fuck i missed you so much.” he breathed out as he kissed your inner thighs. you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or your cunt.

you opened your mouth, set on responding to him but the words died on your tongue when he flicked his on your clit, pulling a gasp from you.

he worked you over in a way you’d never felt him do before. this was different, really different. it was like he was glued to your pussy. his strong arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place as he feasted on you like he’d never tasted you before.

you line of vision blurred the different hues of the living room together as you reached for his hair, tugging on it to get him to ease up.

“b-babe wait fuh-fuck.. t-too muchh mmf!” your breaths came in short pants. your head was spinning and the sounds that left you were next to screams.

his tongue swirled around your bud like a mad man, it was quick and precise, pulling you to the edge of your orgasm while he grunted into your core, rutting his hips into the couch like the desperate man he was.

“let me apologize properly mama” was all he grumbled into your folds as he probed one of his thick, muscular fingers into your hole, working it bsck and forth, his scarred lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves while he sucked on it like a lollipop.

you could’ve swore you saw stars, the way your back arched off the couch, legs locking around his head, and your moans transitioning into high pitched, breathy whines, and just like that, that ball of heat in your stomach snapped.

your juices were all over his face, chin, lips, and cheeks. the couch cushion was soaked and the opening of his shirt too as your poor legs trembled, releasing his head, while you made the attempt to catch your breath.

he pulled his head from between your thighs and smiled up at you lazily, his face glistening with you all over it. “i’m sorry baby, i’ll communicate more next time” he said soft and sincere.

you rolled your eyes at him, finally catching your breath as you pushed yourself to a sitting position on the couch as you flicked your eyes away from his. “whatever, i forgive you, i guess” you muttered stubbornly.

he raised a brow at you, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he rose up to his knees, beginning to unbuckle his pants. your eyes flicked to the motion and up to his face.

“toji.. what the fuck are you doing?” your voice was laced with confusion and suspicion. he only chuckled as he worked his pants down.

“about to earn your forgiveness, even if it takes me all night.” he mused with a smile that bordered on sinful.

“now lay back and spread those pretty thighs for me ma, let me earn it” he spoke as his snatched off his boxers.

and yes, he kept you there all. fucking. night.

a/n: made this for my moots ten desires event! @merakidoll thank u for letting me participate boo bear! <3 mwah!!

[uhhlifeig]

Signature - May 18 - word count: 297 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Boo,” a voice said, coming from the wall near Remus’s head. “You called?”

Remus grabbed his extra-heavy encyclopedia, looking around cautiously. “Who are you?”

“Bro,” the disembodied voice groaned from a place behind Remus’s armchair. “You literally called me, how do you not know who I am?”. 

“I… didn’t call anything,” Remus said blankly.

“Agh, another accident?” the voice said. “Hold on, lemme just-”

Suddenly, the most beautiful man Remus had ever laid eyes on materialized in thin air. 

His eyes were the shade of storms in summer, changing like a tempest. His hair was dark as night, and- 

He had wings.

Angel wings.

“Like what you see?” the man asked, smirking. “Name’s Sirius, by the way.”

Remus was pretty sure he was gaping like a fish out of water. “Uhhhh,” he said dumbly. “You have wings.”

Sirius flapped his wings, going a bit higher. “Of course, silly! Wouldn’t be an angel without them.”

“Angel? But you’ve got no halo,” Remus pointed out.

“Oh, that’s a myth. Speaking of myths,” Sirius clapped his hands a few times. “Have any suspicious-looking people come asking for your signature?”

Remus thought for a second. “Yeah, actually. A weird greasy dude wanted me to sign up for a… actually, I’m not sure what he wanted.”

“Ah,” Sirius sighed. “I hope you didn’t sign that paper.”

“Why not?”

“That man- he wasn’t a man. He was a demon.”

“What?”

“Yeah, man. So… I guess Mother dearest didn’t send me on another pointless retrieval, then. You’re coming with me.”

“Why?”

Sirius fixed him with a grim stare. “You’re our last hope, Remus Lupin. You have the spirit of Lupa in you. If the demons get to you and swing her in their favor, the universe will collapse.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, I know, right?”

[yvesssssssss]

HEEELLLOOO!!! I love your works about Sakamoto characters😻.... may I request nagumo boyfriend x reader; where the reader is have insecurities in her body because she always overthink about the girls who likes him and always chasing nagumo and fall over heels on him. How would nagumo deal and giving reassurance with the reader. Sorry for grammar mistakes.

🎲The only one i see

—Nagumo yoichi

THIS WAS SOO CUTEE🥹 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!💞

It had started again.

The whispers. The giggles. The girls fluttering around him like moths to a flame.

Nagumo didn’t even seem to notice—half the time he was teasing someone or slinking off on some Order mission—but they sure noticed him. The way he smiled, the way he walked, the way his hair fell just right, or how he looked good even in a ridiculous disguise.

And you?

You couldn’t help it. Every time you looked in the mirror, the doubt started gnawing at you.

Were you pretty enough? Cool enough? Interesting enough?

Why would someone like him pick someone like you, when he had girls throwing themselves at him left and right?

You never said it out loud. But Nagumo could tell.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

It was after one mission when he caught you staring blankly into your reflection on the train window. You were quiet the whole ride. Not your usual self. Your fingers were twisted together in your lap, eyes cloudy.

“Yo,” he said lightly, tapping your cheek with his finger, “you alive in there or do I need to start mouth-to-mouth?”

You forced a laugh, shaking your head. “I'm fine. Just tired.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. “That’s suspicious. You didn’t even threaten to slap me. What’s up?”

You paused, hesitant. Then shrugged. “Nothing important.”

Nagumo narrowed his eyes slightly. For someone who made a living pretending, he was terrifyingly good at noticing the truth.

“You're bad at lying, y’know,” he said, casually slinging an arm around your shoulder. “But that’s okay. I like that about you.”

You looked at him, biting your lip. His face was close, smiling like he always did. But your heart felt heavy.

“...Nagumo,” you said softly, “Do you ever get tired of girls chasing you all the time?”

He blinked, then smirked. “Tired of attention? Me?” He leaned in dramatically. “Never. You’ve seen this face, right?”

You gave a small snort, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You looked away again.

Nagumo’s smile faded a little.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “What’s really going on?”

A pause. Then, finally:

“I just… I know I’m not as pretty as the girls who like you. They’re all so confident. Perfect hair, perfect everything. And I always see them looking at you like you’re a dream.” You clenched your fists. “It’s hard not to think that one day… you’ll realize you could have someone better.”

Silence.

You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t. Shame burned your throat.

And then—Nagumo sighed. A long, dramatic, exaggerated sigh.

“Man… and here I thought you were the smart one.”

You blinked, turning your head. “Huh—?”

Before you could say anything else, Nagumo grabbed your hand and tugged you up from your seat. With little effort, he spun you around so you were standing in front of him, and he looked you dead in the eyes.

His usual grin? Gone. He looked serious.

“You listen to me, okay? Really listen. I don’t want anyone else.”

“But—”

“No buts.” His tone sharpened, eyes narrowing slightly. “You think those girls matter to me? They don’t know me. They like some version of me they’ve made up in their heads. But you? You’re the one who knows the real me. The annoying parts. The scary parts. The broken parts.”

He squeezed your hands. “And you still stay.”

Your throat tightened.

“You think I’d trade someone who sees me for some stranger who only likes the way I smile? Baby. Come on.” He leaned forward, bumping his forehead lightly against yours. “Don’t insult yourself like that. Or me.”

You bit your lip, tears stinging your eyes. “But I’m not— I’m not perfect, Nagumo. I’ve got flaws. I get jealous. I overthink. My body—”

“Your body is yours,” he said firmly, voice low and sure. “And I love it. I love you. The way you curl up like a cat when you sleep. The way you frown when you’re concentrating. The way you laugh when you try not to.”

He kissed your forehead. “You're beautiful to me. And I mean real beautiful. Not the kind that fades.”

You stood frozen, words lodged in your chest.

“And if anyone ever makes you feel less than that again,” he muttered, pulling you into his chest, “I’ll put on an ugly disguise and haunt them like a fashion ghost. No mercy.”

You let out a shaky laugh, burying your face against his hoodie. “That’s stupid…”

“It’s romantic, actually,” he insisted, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “Now, how about we go get some takoyaki and I show you off like the goddess you are? You in?”

You hesitated, then nodded, tears finally slipping down your cheeks—this time from relief.

Nagumo brushed them away with his thumbs and grinned.

“There she is,” he said. “My one and only.”

[blank-slate-jay]

Just for You

Elias 'Stack' Moore x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Request: "I would like to see something soft and fluffy for stack maybe male reader and his first I love you or smth like that? KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK POOKIE!!"

Tags: Black!Reader, Fluff, Flirting, Confession

A/N: Thanks for the request. This one's short and sweet! I really had fun with this one, lots of bickering between you two. I've been timing my fics on Sunday, unintentionally, but this week going into the next, is gonna be a wave of Male!Reader fics for Sinners so there's that! Anyways, hope you like this!

“I don’ know what your up too, but I ain’ approve of it if it’s anything bad.”

He sucks his teeth, fixing his posture in the driver seat, “You know I wouldn’ put you in danger.”

"Ok, so then where we going, huh?", you nudge his arm.

"You'll see."

You jokingly sigh, leaning back into the seat, the air cooler than usual. Stack drove the two of you past a familiar town, heading further south. You raise an eyebrow, glancing back momentarily. Suspicion started to set in, only made worse by Stack trying to conceal his smirk.

You stare at him, long enough to where he finally looks back at you. “Somethin’ is up,” you point.

He grabs your hand before it could fall to your lap, pulling it into his instead.

“Nothin’ is up, baby. You just need somethin’ new. Somethin’ that’ll make you shine even more.”

Your brows rose even more, finally getting somewhere, although still vague. But you decide not to press, wanting him to savor whatever scheme was up his sleeve. You almost rest deeper into the seat, but Stack pulls you closer til your knees touch.

He leans his head toward you, eyes still on the road, knowing you well. Promptly his cheek receives a kiss. Another follows as he wanted extra.

“One more.”

With one long kiss on the cheek, you let yourself relax against his shoulder as the ride continues.

The foliage opens up, and just up ahead was a town you were familiar with from the occasional times you came this far out. Wasn’t anything fancy or excessive necessarily. It was somewhat nicer from your local town in Clarkstown though.

Stack drove through casually while you pick up any bad-apples or suspicious folk among the road and street; a bad habit really. Stack turns into an open spot, just between two trucks, putting his vehicle to rest. He lets out a sigh, jumping out, fixing his coat, “Aight.”

“You sure nobody here’s gonna steal your shit?”

He shakes, “Nobody done nothin’ to my shit yet, cause they know who I am. They know my car.”

You nod, “Just give me the call if someone needs shooting. I got your back.”

“Tough guy.,” he states, leading the way. “Don’ worry yourself, they know what’s to come if they fuck with my shit”.

“If you say so.”

Stack leads you past a few places, from plant shops to general stores, until suddenly turning toward one painted in black. He holds the door open, a small bell ringing. “Noah.”

Clothes were everywhere, hanging and most folded along multiple shelves stretching across the room. A man, dawning in white and black, pops out from under the counter. He coughs, “Stack…”

Stack grips his coat’s collar, “You have some time? My…fine companion here is looking to buy something new.”

"Ah! Give me a moment, I'll be with y'all."

You glance at Stack, confused but also a bit surprised. “Clothes...?"

He leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper, "Trust me, you need it." He pats your chest, walking around as you curiously look yourself over. Your clothes weren't…bad, rather it was standard you’d say. Your attire wasn’t making it into any magazine in the delta. As for needing new clothes, you weren’t gonna say no to that.

--

With the right measurements, you were offered a selection of tailor clothing to try on. The first two weren't half-bad, they were a little too formal for your liking, but Stack insists you get at least something that screams wealth.

You didn't like any, until you button up your third coat, adding the top hat that matches perfectly. Observing yourself in the mirror, you wouldn't lie if it didn't make you feel like you shine, as Stack put it. It was perfectly in the middle of not too casual but not too fancy.

Stepping out, Stack was awaiting you. He pipes up upon seeing you step out, your hands fixing up your dented sleeve.

"Here we go", Stack compliments. You do a slow twirl around, dropping your hat as any gentleman would.

You had yourself a small applause from Stack. "What do you think?"

"What do you think?", he repeats back.

"It works. Would like a different color for the coat though."

"Noah-"

The store owner fetches you up the coat of your choice, and soon the streets of town would bear witness to your new attire. You were helpless to Stack hyping you up for the next hour or so in town, the two of you both spending time roaming around buying additional needs. The small smirk on your face never left, it was difficult to wipe off; how could you when he is building your ego. After a quick street performance, you return to his vehicle, feeling beat from the sun.

“I’ll drive,” you comment, putting your wrapped items in the back seat. 

You drive off, past town, heading back south. Steering out of town was a relief, less people as well as quieter rural roads were calming. 

Stack remains quiet, aside from you humming and him tapping on beat with the door.

“You ain’ hot?”

His head shook, “Ya get use to it.”

“Don’ know how you do it, Stack.”

He chuckles, biting at his finger. "Wear it often, sweat won' kill ya."

"It's the extra layers is all," you comment while playing with your collar. "Won' be bad indoors at least." He agrees, resuming his casual rhythmic taps. Though the heat was a complaint, you couldn't be more grateful for the gift. You never asked for it, nor was it a necessity, but it was certainly enlightening he gave something such as what you wore consideration.

You glance at him for a moment, "Thank you, by the way, seriously."

Stack was flattered, you could tell. "Of course, just don' cause a crash is all."

You maliciously step on the brakes for a split-second, gasping. Stack grips his hat tightly, for a split second seeing worry crossover his face was amusing. You laugh out loud, at him looking at you like you're crazy. "Sorry." You didn't mean it fully, your grin still remaining.

"Scared the lights outta me".

"Ya heard what I said?"

"Yeah! What you want me to say it formally, you're welcome?"

"No runnin', I'm tryin' be serious. I owe you."

He huffs, "Stop with that."

You laughter settles down, "No think about it, the shack, money, this", you motion to your clothes.

"Look, I love ya, you don't gotta do nothin' you aren' already doin' to make me any happier."

Your eyes left the road, observing him. It could be inferred you were questioning his words, if he was actually being serious.

Stack picks up on this, nodding, “Yeah, yeah see I'm being serious now too"

You focus back on the road, feeling your cheeks slightly becoming flushed. You huff, biting your tongue, at a loss for words. 

“I ain’ lyin’, you know.”

You nearly stumble over your words, but you find your footing, "When two people care…love each other, they usually give back to one another. So, I think it's fair that I give something to you." Stack doesn't say anything, perhaps he was coming up with another refute, or reading between the lines; so you clear it up. "And yes, I love ya too."

Uncontrollably your gaze darts to his for a second, seeing him nod repeatedly. The two of you go quiet for a moment, with Stack silently commenting how hot it was, ironically so. He offers up his hand for you, which you happily take up, a warm fuzzy sensation riddling your stomach.

“I’d happily take whatever you want for me,” he mentions.

You give a silent hum, with vague ideas springing. Those could wait, for now, you let the feeling silk in. Learning two things, Stack loved you and he doesn't like to be scared; both were duly noted.

[reminiscentreader]

HEY GUYS!! its been ages since i wrote so please bare with but i really wanted to write a little something inspired by this post i made about grayson, rohan and mattias!

for backround context this is about a year after the grandest game takes place :)

-

More brothers…?

savannah, gigi and lyra invite their others halves out to dinner, determined to make them get along, they escape, forcing the boys to get along

-

Lyra -

It was exactly 8pm, and the plan was in place.After sitting in her bathtub (hiding from Grayson) for exactly an hour while The twins and her discussed “operation make thanksgiving less awkward this year” as Gigi called it. Lyra was finally ready.

Quietly she slipped out of the hotel bathroom and back into the room to see what Grayson was up to. “Gray?” she called out, careful not to let her voice give anything away. “You almost done, we have to leave in five minutes you know.” Grayson look up from the bed he had dramtically thrown himself over an hour ago, and had seemingly not moved from…

*one hour earlier*

Lyra sat down next to the mirror Grayson was currently stood in front fiddling with his tie, “you know how we’re going to dinner with the twins right?” Grayson side-eyed her suspiciously, “yes?”

“well I forgot to tell you theres gonna be some other.. guests.” Grayson whipped around to stare at her. “No..” Lyra cast him a nervous smile. “Im not going.” Lyra rolled her eyes, “yes, yes you are.”

-

The whole walk from the hotel to the fancy ferrari outside, Grayson kept his eyes focused on the floor, only occasionally grumbling about some “how slate is a evil bitch,” or “Rohan is a cocky bastard, i hate him.” like a whining toddler.

“You know Gray..” Lyra said, slinging her arm through his, “I think it would be good for you to try and get to know them a bit more, I think you guys are more alike than you think.” As expected Grayson ignored her suggestion.

-

Rohan -

Rohan had been in lots of situations in his life, but none as awkward as this. Savannah spoke with Gigi and Lyra at the end of the table, what they were speaking about, Rohan didnt even want to know. While at his side of the table, Gigi’s boyfriend, Slate, he’d been told, shifted awkwardly as Grayson Hawthorne stared daggers at them from the opposite side of the table. He’d told Savannah he didn’t mind missing out (translation- he was about to do anything to get out of it.) but she’d insisted, and by the looks on the faces of the other boys, Gigi and Lyra had done the same.

They had just ordered drinks when Lyra suddenly stood up and announced that the three girls were going on a trip to the bathroom. “Do all three of you have to go at once?” Grayson raised a curious eyebrow. In response the girls ignored him and walked off, giggling togther as they did.

-

Gigi -

Ditching the boys had been her idea, obviously. After lots of careful thought and consideration they decided the best route out was the bathroom window, so here they were, three girls in tiny minidresses attempting to sneak out the tiny window in the tiny bathroom.

Once they were out they began to make there was down the high street, “Are we sure this is a good idea?” Savannah queried, “I mean, what if they start a fight and get arrested, I am not bailing anyone out.” Lyra rolled her eyes at Savannahs doubtfulness, “Sav, it’ll be fine, I told Grayson he better be on his best behaviour tonight, or else.” She suddenly pointed at shop, “look!!” Lyra grabbed Gigis arm, “We should so go get ice cream!” Lyra stalked off across the street gesturing for Savannah and Gigi to follow.

-

“Any arrests for three men fighting with eachother in a top notch italian restaurant yet Savannah?” Gigi asked, eyeing Savannah who had been anxiously checking her phone for at least ten minutes, “none yet.. What could they possibly be doing if theyre not fighting?”

“Having a brood-off contest?” Lyra suggested

-

Grayson -

Grayson Hawthorne has lived through more than his fair share of bad days in his life, but nothing he’d been through before could compare to this. The girls had been gone for almost twenty minutes now, he wasn’t nervous, he knew from the beginning Lyra had been planning something.

“So um- should we go look for them?” Slate piped up. It was the first time anyone had spoken since the girls left.

“no.” Grayson and Rohan said simultaneously, Grayson glared at him, as if he dared steal Grayson words. Rohan glared right back, “Don’t get your knickers in a twist Hawthorne, none of us wanted to be here.” Grayson rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah? well I bet I wanted to be here the least.”

“If it’s competition,” Slate started, “it’s actually probably me.” The three of them all death stared each other, well it was more the two of them glaring at Grayson, who stared right back. He wasn’t one to back down from a competition. “Lets play a game, two truths and a lie.” Rohan proposed breaking the ultimate brooding competition. “Seriously?” Slate raised an eyebrow, “We aren’t twelve.”

“You dont have to play,” Rohans gaze shifted to Grayson. He now had two options he could a) turn down the game and live without spilling his secrets to the two men he hated most, or b) accept the challenge. Hawthornes never turned down a good game so he went for the latter. “I’ll play.” he announced, Rohan clapped his hands togther, “brilliant, I’ll go first.”

”First, I used some slighty unmoral methods to win the game, second, I was drowned multiple times as a child and lastly,” Rohan side-eyed Grayson, A mischievous glint in his eye, “Savannah is Preg-“ Rohan didn’t even get to finish the word before his shirt was fisted by Grayson leaning over the side of the table. “You are not as funny as you think you are.” Grayson glared, making sure he gave Rohan what he hoped was a clear message with his eyes. “Ok i’ll do another one. I have always wanted brothers.” Rohan was quiet for a moment before asking who wanted to go next, Luckily for Grayson, Slate offered.

Slate had finished his turn and Grayson was just about to start his, when three loud giggly girls pushed through the door holding empty ice cream tubs. “So much for going to the bathroom,” Grayson raised a suspicious eyebrow at Lyra who had thrown herself across his lap. “Turns out!” Gigi announced, “there is an ice cream machine in the bathrooms, how authentic!” the three of them exchanged glances. “Did you boys have fun while we were gone?” Lyra queried, Grayson looked at Slate, and then at Rohan, “we had… quite a fine time, thank you sweetheart.” Lyra beemed at him. “thats great! now who wants more wine”

The rest of the night passed with embarrassing stories and far too much wine, and by the end of it, Grayson felt a sense of happiness deep in his stomach that had replaced the usual crippling anxiety, he also found himself, glad, that he had come, but his mind still lingered on what Rohan had said “I’ve always wanted brothers.” Grayson was at no shortage of brothers, or just siblings in general.

ROHAN -

They all left the restaurant at around midnight, and as Grayson tipped all the staff and paid the bill, Rohan couldn’t stop thinking about the night they’d had, Rohan had never, ever had friends in his life, but tonight he had felt a small sense of camaraderie towards Grayson and Slate.

Before Rohan and Savannah left in their car, Rohan felt a small tap on his shoulder, he turned and was surprisingly met with Grayson Hawthorne Greek god esque face. “If you want brothers Rohan, Im happy to lend you some of mine.” Grayson managed an awkward smile resembling that of a twelve year old boy forced to take photos next to a nice looking tree, before striding off. For a while, Rohan wondered if it was something Lyra had put him up to, but Lyra seemed to have no idea Grayson had even left her side. So for once in his life, maybe, just maybe, Rohan thought, he had a friend… maybe even a brother.

—-

BAHHH IM SO SORRY FOR SO MANY THINHS

IM SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK

IM SORRY FOR HOW SHITTY THIS IS

IM SORRY FOR HOW RUSHED IT IS

IM SORRY FOR HOW OOC EVERYONE IS I JUST WANTED TO WRITE A HEALED VERSION OF THIS

IM SORRY THAT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CUTE FIC OF EVERYONE BUT JUST TURNED INTO ROHANXGRAYSON ROMANCE

p.s @me-h1m i know you were patiently waiting for this

[kaiserboom]

YOU GAVE ME THE ICK!

prompt: shopping with them was a huge mistake- because they saw you flirting talking with another guy, now there planning to embarrass you!

a/n: this so random idek why I wrote this- felt silly, also I decided write this instead of nagi angst LOL, not proofread cause I don't know what I was writing.

pairings: Nagi seishiro, Reo mikage x fem! reader. (sep)

cw. nothing just pure fluff and embarrassment's, or ooc.

Nagi Seshiro. - Santa must have told me.

You needed to go shopping for Secret Santa, trying find a simple gift that Rin would like or appreciate. So, you dragged poor Nagi along, hoping he could help you out. But you were mistaken.

All he did was complain about his feet hurting and whine that Reo would never make him go through this "torture."

"Nagi? what does Rin like?" you asked, hoping get a reasonable answer from your so called "loving" boyfriend.

He glances up at you, fiddling nervously like he was holding a switch. "uh? soccer ball?" he mumbled. Causing a scoff from your lips. "really? your boring." Turning away, you shot him a "most useless boyfriend" glare and nudged past him.

You left him along in the kids section, he was being childish anyways. He mumbled to himself, not even wanting to chase after you, five minutes turned into ten, he was expecting you to come back for him.

Realizing you weren't going appear he decided to stop playing with the random action figure and start looking for you.

that's when, from the corner of his eyes he sees you talking to a store worker. Usually he would drag you away or start throwing a tantrum until you listened to him. But overwhelmed with laziness, he just walked up the two of you.

"Nagi?" you give him a suspicious glance. You knew something was off, but you couldn't figure it out in time. Before you could say anything again, he blurted out, "Woah Y/n? are you really trying get in someone's pants- right after your last one gave you HIV?"

You shot Nagi the most deadly "you're dead" look ever. The worker just stared at you in shock. Nagi knew he BE dead meat once he gets home, couldn't help but feel a little bit smug- he also believes what he did was reasonable.

"Nagi?!!" you exclaimed. Reaching to pull him by his ear. But he dodged just in time. "Ah- what a hassle" he yawned before casually grabbing your hand in ease.

"Don't talk to him-" he snapped "Also, Rin would like an owl plushie."

The worker shot both of you. the biggest side eye ever.

"I don't get pay enough for this.."

Reo mikage -have a good day skibidi toilet rizz

School just ended, and you and your most amazing boyfriend Reo wanted a little treat- a sweet quiet moment together. However, Nagi decided to tag along and ruin your mini date.

"Reo, let's ditch her and go to the arcade" Nagi muttered under his breath before shooting you a quick, dismissive side eye. Were you and Nagi always fighting for Reo's attention? Yeah, pretty much.

Finally arriving at the gas station, you were pretty disappointed when you couldn't find your favorites snacks. You turned around, hoping Reo was behind you so the two of you could look them together.

But when you looked back, He wasn't there, Nagi must have snatched him away when you weren't looking. Frustrated, you decided ask for employee for help.

Meanwhile, with Reo and Nagi, Nagi was trying to drag Reo to the arcade "we be quick!" Nagi whined, trying to convince HIS friend. "You're so focused on her!" Reo, on other hand, was trying to break free "Nagi! she going beat me if she sees I'm not there!" Nagi finally lets go probably because he couldn't stand Reo's constant yapping about how "aggression and scary" you are.

"Dude? your scared of your own girlfriend?" Nagi muttered, embarrassed on Reos behalf.

Nagi groaned before he quickly burst into laugher "The same girlfriend flirting with that worker? right to your left" He points directly at you, making Reo glanced over.

"she wouldn't" Reo scoffed, but then his jaw drops. In his eyes, it look were "flirting" and grabbing the workers hands while "smiling" but in reality you were just being polite.

Reo stormed over to you, and Nagi tagging along maybe thinking you guys could finally break up- so him and Reo can finally go to the arcade.

"Reo?" you looked at him confused. But secretly you always wanted too see Reo jealous. you wondered if he'd swoop you away, or say something possessive. Instead, he blurted out...

"Well, Well, who got rizz now?" Reo scoffed feeling so smug, your eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, If it wasn't for the security guard at the entrance, you would've probably bashed Reo.

"Dude..." Nagi looks overly cringed out. "Nah, I don't know you. Y/n let's go to the arcade and leave this loser behind."

"Yeah, Sorry Reo." for once you and Nagi aren't fighting for Reo's attention.

As You and Nagi turned to walk away, leaving Reo to process what he just said. Reo watched you both leave- to shock to utter a "guys wait!". he felt the worker pat his back.

"There, There. I found your pick up line just fine."

oh anyways.

[slowburningechoes]

doctor's orders

Summary: When cramps send you home from work, your sweet boyfriend, Dr. James Wilson, is ready with your favorite comfort food and a flirty smirk, promising to make you feel so much better with a special prescribed treatment…

Pairing: James Wilson (House, MD) x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: some fluff, menstruation, brief mention of blood, medical kink, vaginal fingering, oral sex (kind of?), vaginal sex, period sex, porn with feelings, porn with plot, praise, established relationship

Word Count: 5.0k

ao3 link | tags (love u guys sm): @occultbooks, @baby-lia-v, @yourgirlcarol

You’d barely made it to noon today before the dull ache in your lower belly had sharpened to feel like knives, twisting and radiating until you could hardly focus on anything but the pain. By early afternoon when the acetaminophen and extra coffee hadn’t worked, you gave in, informing Cuddy you needed to leave work early with a feigned smile as you tried not to apply pressure to your stomach. She didn’t need to ask the details; a look of sympathy and a nod was the confirmation she gave you to head home.

Part of you wished that Wilson could’ve come with you, but his role as head of oncology meant it was rare for him to get away. He was the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for, still managing to take care of you somehow, even in the hours of his absence – triple Doordashing pho, a pint of your favorite Ben & Jerry’s, and an extra box of pads to your shared apartment.

Wilson arrived home earlier than most weekdays, uncharacteristically leaving a stack of unfinished charts on his desk. As he stepped inside the apartment, sunlight still poured into the apartment he typically found illuminated by the glow of lamplight. The living room was quiet and he found you bundled on the couch beneath a throw blanket, the coffee table cluttered with the two empty food containers and a half-empty mug of chamomile tea.

“Still rough?” Wilson asks gently, coming to kneel beside you, fingers brushing strands of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, face scrunched as another cramp rolled through your abdomen. “Yeah… pretty sure my uterus is trying to kill me.”

He chuckled softly at your humor, but his brows were still furrowed in concern. “Scale of one to ten?” His gaze dropped down to the temperature control for your heating pad, making sure it was still on.

“Seven,” you muttered stiffly. “Even after the pain meds, tea, heat, a nap, comfort food…”

“Well, you’re just about pitiful, aren’t you?” Wilson teased lightly, real worry still laced in his tone. He pressed a warm kiss to your cheek before leaning back to observe you once again. “What are we going to do with you?”

You grumbled a bit at his sarcasm, but it did bring the focus away from your discomfort for a moment. “Not sure, I’m at a loss,” you groaned, shifting to support yourself on your forearm. “Maybe I just have to suffer. The curse of womanhood.”

“No, no. We can’t have that,” he insisted, his thumb tracing along the curve of your waist. Wilson’s eyes closed for a moment in thought, a soft hum vibrating in his throat as he sorted through different ideas in his mind. Then, eyes opening, a knowing smirk grew across his face.

“You know,” he started with a mixed tone of playful professionalism, “there is a treatment for dysmenorrhea that’s surprisingly effective. Evidence-based, even.” He raised an eyebrow at you suggestively.

You squinted at him, suspicious. “What? Some new prescription medicine I haven’t heard of?”

He shook his head, leaning in until his elbow was propped on the sofa cushion and your noses were nearly touching. His voice dropped into a low murmur as the word left his lips, “Orgasm.”

The word hung in the air and you felt your cheeks flush at the idea. “James, be serious!”

“I am!” He asserted, expression adamant. “Orgasms trigger the release of endorphins, dopamine, and oxytocin. They reduce cortisol levels, relax pelvic muscles, and increase blood flow, which can significantly alleviate menstrual cramps.”

You thought it was so adorable when he rambled on like that.

“Mhm,” you murmured, continuing with both doubt and intrigue. “So, you’re prescribing… sex. As a doctor or as my boyfriend?”

“Both…” Wilson said in a near whisper, a bashful expression flooding his face. “Is that so bad?”

You scoffed at his admission, knocking him back with a light-hearted push. “You’re impossible!”

“No, I’m practical,” he countered, “Look, the science checks out. Pain medicine studies show that sexual activity can reduce menstrual pain by up to 50% and uterine contractions during orgasm help expel prostaglandins, the pesky compounds causing those cramps. Plus… it’s a lot more fun than popping another Advil.”

You rolled your eyes, but his earnest and caring gaze made your resolve waver. “You’re really using medical jargon to seduce me right now?”

“Is it working?” he asked, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. His touch was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of heat, and you felt your pulse quicken.

“Maybe,” you admitted softly as his lips hovered just shy of yours.

“Then let me take care of you,” he breathed, a promising tone in his voice. His eyes were warm and wide as he pleaded, “Please.”

Wilson’s insistence melted your restraint and you leaned forward in a rush to kiss him. Your lips met in a slow deliberate dance, immediately soothing your tense body and migrating the ache from your abdomen lower between your legs. His hands found your waist again, careful not to press too hard where you were tender as he lifted you from the couch, the heating pad slipping to the floor. You leaned into him involuntarily as you stood, the weakness of your limbs bringing your body flush with his, deepening your kiss.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own full of warmth and care. “If anything hurts, you tell me, okay? We’re playing this by your rules.”

You nodded in agreement, a bit light-headed from the heat of your kiss. “Good,” he smiled, voice low. “Now, let’s see if we can’t get those endorphins flowing.”

Before you could even let out a chuckle, Wilson had scooped you into his arms. It was seamless – one arm hooking beneath your knees while the other cradled your back. Your arms instinctively looped around his neck and you were overwhelmed by the comforting certainty he would handle you with attentive care. You murmured something about being perfectly capable of walking, but it was half-hearted at best—and he knew it. You enjoyed being pampered like this. His arms were steady as he began to walk towards the bedroom, every step purposeful, but unhurried.

Once inside, Wilson lowered you gently onto the edge of the mattress, keeping one hand at your back until he was sure you were steady. “Stay right here,” he directed, making a quick ‘stop’ motion with his hand as he dipped into the adjacent bathroom.

He came back with a navy colored towel in his hand, unraveling it from its folded position as he came closer to the bed. He laid it out carefully across the sheets, smoothing the fabric down until it was perfectly flat.

“Just in case things get a little messy,” he said with a suggestive wink. Your eyes went wide at the thought, but he pressed a reassuring kiss to your cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. Lie back.” Wilson’s voice was soft as he nodded toward the spot.

You complied, crawling back to settle onto the towel-bordered region of the bed. Propping yourself up with a stack of pillows, you admired him quietly as he removed his dress shirt before moving to hover above your legs. You felt your heart back in your throat as his eyes locked with yours. There was something so vulnerable about opening up for him this way, it made every nerve stand on end.

“You’re still so tense,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your calf. “That’s not helping the cramps. You need to relax, breathe – let the muscles loosen up.” His fingers moved to dip just under the waistband of your pants, testing your response.

You swallowed, your breath catching as another wave of heat bloomed through your veins. “And you’re the expert on relaxing me, huh?” you managed, your voice teasing but shaky, betraying how much his touch was affecting you.

Wilson’s lips curved into a devious smirk. “I’m an expert on you,” he said, his breath now warm against your ear. “And I also happen to have highly intimate knowledge of the human body.” His words were laced with a rich and tender confidence. He pressed a kiss just below your ear before continuing, “See… it’s not just about the release. It’s about getting you there – slowly… thoroughly.”

“O-oh,” was all that escaped your lips. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you processed his words, but you couldn’t look away from him.

Wilson’s gaze didn’t leave yours as he made his way back down your body. His fingers hovered at the edge of your sleep shorts, lightly brushing along the waistband, each touch sending a chill across your skin. His eyes watching you, looking up attentively as he pressed a trail of firm kisses to your sore abdomen. The gentle heat in the caress of his lips soothed a bit of the ache, motivating a barely audible sigh from your throat.

“Are you still with me, angel?” he asked, soft and low, the tone settling deep within your chest.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, eyes closed in relief. “Always.”

Wilson pressed a final kiss to your hip as his fingers hooked beneath your underwear, the fabric sliding down your legs with ease. As the clothes fell away, he leaned back into you, pressing a warm open-mouth kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above your knee. The sensitivity of the area and intimacy of his kiss surprised you, blurring your thoughts with want and encouraging a soft gasp. After placing a few more kisses down your thighs, he nestled between them, taking a moment to revel in the sight of you laid open to him before bringing himself to touch you. When he did, though, Wilson’s motions were precise – his right hand rested lightly against your lower belly, pressing just enough to ground you, while his dominant left traced slow, tantalizing patterns along your inner thighs, coaxing them apart with a gentle nudge.

“Breathe for me,” Wilson instructed, demonstrating a pattern for you to mimic.

You tried, inhaling an uneven breath as his fingers grazed over the mound of your sex, light and teasing. He stayed there for a moment, massaging you gently and making his way down to where you wanted him the most.

The first touch between your folds was electric, two fingers sliding between them before separating, putting you on full display for him. The exposure felt obscene, but the deep groan that escaped Wilson’s throat at the sight was even more salacious.

“God, you have the most beautiful pussy…” he said in a near growl, the tension in his jaw signaling just how much he was holding back. “You’re perfect.”

He took a deep breath himself before continuing, fingers now on either side of your aching clit.

“Right here… this is your clitoris,” Wilson began, bringing the pads of one to graze against the bud slowly. Your hips bucked slightly, and your nipples hardened further under his precise touch. He continued, voice just above a whisper, “This is where I start. It’s sensitive, responsive – stimulating it will ease your tension as it boosts blood flow and triggers a flood of endorphins to melt that pain away.”

His touch was unhurried, rubbing circles against your clit until your pussy and thighs were numb with tingling warmth. Wilson’s eyes darted between the methodical motions of his fingers and your reactions – the moans escaping your lips, the tremor of your thighs, the way your hands gripped desperately at the towel below you. 

“Plus,” he purrs, “this always makes you fall apart so easily…”

As he continued to work your clit, switching to a figure-eight pattern, your mind was consumed not only by erotic bliss but by the intimate thought of just how well he knew you – your body, your needs, exactly how to make you feel better.

“I - I love you,” you whimpered, rocking into his touch.

Wilson kissed your hip bone and looked up at you, grinning. “I love you, too. Feeling good?”

You hummed in agreement, opening your legs a little wider for him.

“Ready for more?” his voice lilted as his fingers dipped lower towards your entrance.

You arched your back in an automatic response before the words quietly left you, “Yes…”

The tips of his fingers pressed into you, slowly sliding in and out, stretching you bit by bit until your cunt hit the base of them. You would never get over being full of him, whether it was his fingers or his dick, Wilson always felt like he was made to be inside of you.

He began to work you, softly applying pressure to your walls at a gentle pace. He had fingered you before, but never like this. It was sensual like other times, but slow and relaxing.

“I’m applying targeted pressure to the pelvic musculature to ease that deep-seated tension,” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he pressed slightly firmer, maintaining the same deliberate pace. “Slow and controlled is key – too quick, and it could cause muscular contraction rather than the relaxation we’re aiming for.”

The blend of his authoritative knowledge and the sensual undercurrent in his tone was unexpectedly arousing – it made your walls clench around him, which immediately he took account of.

“Oh? You like that?” he asked, a blend of shock and intrigue in his voice as his fingers stilled for a moment.

You bit your lip, nodding, a flush creeping up your cheeks as your walls clenched again, betraying the effect his words had on you. “Please…” you whined, a desperate, sensual plea, as you shifted beneath him.

His eyes darkened, a spark of surprise giving way to a sly grin that sent your pulse racing. “Mhm… you really like the doctor talk, don’t you?” he teased, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate purr as his fingers resumed their slow, purposeful rhythm, each movement calculated to unravel you further.

“God, yes,” you gasped, trembling.  “Keep talking like that...”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning playfully authoritative as his fingers paused just enough to make you ache for more. “James, huh?” he murmured, voice low and laced with mock disapproval. “I think, given the treatment I’m administering, you should address me properly. Call me Dr. Wilson.” His tone was both mischievous and commanding, his gaze intense as he leaned closer, daring you to comply.

You whimpered, the shift in his demeanor sending a fresh wave of heat through you. “Fuck – yes, sir, Dr. Wilson,” you breathed, your voice dripping with desperate need, hips shifting to urge his fingers to move again. “Please – keep going… need you.”

His lips curved into a knowing, almost indulgent smile. “Good girl, addressing your doctor properly,” he murmured, his tone a perfect blend of teasing and reassurance as his fingers resumed their deliberate rhythm. “Now, I can proceed.”

You let out a soft, needy moan, your body melting under his touch at his words of praise.

“This next technique,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, velvety hum, “involves applying counterpressure to your uterine region to ease discomfort while keeping those pelvic muscles soft and pliant.” As he spoke, his free hand pressed firmly yet carefully on your lower abdomen, grounding you in a way that felt both caring and possessive. “Plus, it keeps you nice and open for me – lets you feel every single thing I’m doing to you.” Wilson’s voice was vibrating hot across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as his dominant hand continued its slow, deliberate kneading of your inner walls, each motion providing a balance of relief and pleasure

You could feel the weight of his gaze and could tell he was savoring the way your body surrendered to his touch, just how perfectly he could make you come apart. If that weren’t enough, the way he spoke, effortlessly switching between doctor and lover, made you even more susceptible to his efforts. 

“This kind of stimulation,” he rambled on, “encourages blood flow and releases a flood of endorphins, making you… hm, let’s say – excessively sensitive to my care.” His smirk was wicked with pride as his fingers pressed just a touch deeper, coaxing a soft moan from you. He tilted his head slightly in response, feigning professional curiosity. “You’re feeling that already, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Your body arched slightly, chasing the sensation, and he chuckled softly, a sound that was equal parts affection and mischief. 

“Oh, I can tell you are,” he teased. “Because I can feel it.” he added smuggly. “The way your muscles are gripping my fingers – that slick, warm response… it’s telling me everything I need to know.” 

His fingers shifted, sliding deeper with a purposeful curl. “Now, right here,” Wilson purred, full of confidence and desire as his pads brushed against the swollen area.  “Just along the pubic bone is your G-spot.” You felt his fingers curl inside you, stroking the swollen, sensitive area with firm, rhythmic pressure that made your breath hitch. “By working this area just right, I can draw out all that tension and make the pleasure build slow and deep… just how you need it.”

As his fingers knocked against the spot at an increasing pace, your hands slid beneath your shirt, pinching your hardened nipples for added stimulation. “Fuck, uh – Dr. Wilson!” you begged, your voice a raw, desperate cry, barely coherent as your thighs quivered uncontrollably. “It’s so good – please, don’t stop.”

Just when you thought the bliss couldn’t be more overwhelming, his lips found your clit, warm and soft, kissing and suckling with a tenderness that tore a gasp from your chest. “James!” you sobbed, breaking the role play as you struggled to process the dual sensation — his fingers curling expertly against your G-spot and the light, needy flicks of his tongue.

You could tell he was tempted to pull away, to explain his reasoning for bringing all the methods together, but your fingers threaded tightly through his hair, tugging his mouth deeper against you. “Don’t you dare stop,” you growled, commanding, thick with desperation.

He complied, deepening the pressure of his curled fingers and flicking his tongue against your swollen bundle of nerves with renewed intensity. A loud, unrestrained moan tore from your lips, your hips bucking wildly toward him as you unraveled completely, your body and mind consumed by the pleasure he wielded with such masterful control.

He watched you from between your thighs as you came undone, eyes rolling back in your head and sobs falling from your lips. Only when he noticed you right on the edge did he replace his tongue with his thumb, rubbing you while talking you through your climax.

“That’s it,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss the soft flesh of your stomach. “Let go, my beautiful girl... let your body do what it’s meant to.”

“Yes, so so close – keep going,” you whimpered, continuing to roll your nipple between your thumb and index finger.

“I’ve got you, I’ll give you everything you need.” The assurance in his voice made you relax further in his arms, sighing as he continued his reverent touches. Each movement of his hand stoked the fire building in your core and soon, the room faded, narrowing to just him — his touch, his voice, his tender care.

His breath fanned across your skin, mumbling praises. “You’re so gorgeous like this” his voice was thick with awe. “So perfect.”

Wilson’s fingers pressed deeper, finding that sweet spot with a precision that made your breath catch, the tension in your core shifting, coiling tighter, transforming into something exquisite. Your hips rocked instinctively, chasing the sensation, your fingers still teasing your nipple, amplifying every pulse of pleasure. Your thighs trembled, quaking under the intensity, and a raw, broken moan spilled from your lips, your hands gripping the towel beneath you as you rode the crest.

Wilson’s voice, slurred with passion, washed over you like a man intoxicated, his eyes locked on you, drinking in every shudder.

“That’s right, cum for me…” he rasped, voice thick with desire, “Just let it take you – God, you’re so sexy when you fall apart like this.”

His fingers slowed but didn’t stop, curling gently to draw out every aftershock, each motion tender and measured as he guided you through the waves of pleasure. His lips brushed soft, adoring kisses along your inner thigh, warm and reverent, as you quivered beneath him. Slowly, the intensity began to ebb, leaving you enveloped in a hazy warmth, your body still thrumming with the echoes of release. Your thighs shook faintly as you reached for him, fingers grazing his arm in a weak attempt to ground yourself, your mind floating in a blissful, serene fog.

Wilson shifted closer, his touch steadying as he slid up beside you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, breath warm against your skin as he eased your head to rest against his shoulder, cradling you with quiet care. You melted into him, the intimacy of the moment grounding you as your breathing slowly steadied. Tilting your head, you caught his gaze and smiled softly up at him, your face still radiant with the glow of satisfaction.

“Feeling those endorphins?” he asked playfully, admiring your flushed cheeks.

“Mhm,” you murmured, a contented hum. “Might’ve made me feel too good, Dr. Wilson.”

“Too good, huh?” he teased, his lips quirking into a smug, delighted grin as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face with his right hand.

“James,” you hummed, your tone turning flirtatious, a spark of bold want flickering in your eyes as you shifted closer, your body still humming with desire. “I think… maybe I need another dose. Something deeper.” Your words dripped with unashamed need and your gaze locked on his.

His jaw went slack for just a moment before lifting again, lips curling into a smirk as he leaned back slightly. “Another dose?” he said in surprise. “Well, darling, I can’t have you wanting for anything.” He paused, his gaze lingering on you, drinking in your flushed cheeks before shifting, standing from the bed deliberately. “Give me just a second,” he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping a few feet away to the sink.

The soft rush of water filled the bathroom as Wilson turned on the faucet, lathering his hands with soap. You watched him intently, your gaze tracing the subtle flex of veins along his forearms as his fingers moved with practiced precision. He didn’t mention the faint traces of blood on his hands, washing them away with the same steady, unflappable confidence he carried into every surgical scrub-in. There was something undeniably sexy about it – the way he remained unfazed, his calm acceptance of your body’s natural rhythm a quiet testament to his years as a doctor. To Wilson, this was just biology, and he wasn’t about to let it stop him from soothing your pain or indulging the intense, hormone-fueled desire that surged through you each month, drawing you to him with a nearly primal need.

Wilson glanced back, catching your gaze with a soft, playful wink. “Almost done, love” he assured, drying his hands with slow, deliberate care, the towel gliding over his skin before he draped it neatly back on its hook.

As he returned to you, he quickly settled back between your thighs, admiring the view of your bare pussy on display. “Now,” he hummed, opening your thighs slightly wider once again. “about that deeper dose you wanted…” His fingers traced a featherlight teasing path along the curve of your hip, sending a cascade of goosebumps across your skin. 

“James,” you gasped, closing your eyes at the sensation. Your body felt molten, pliant and yielding. 

When you opened your eyes again, Wilson was hovering above you, warm brown eyes locked on yours, pleading. “Tell me what you need… please,” he begged, his voice cracking slightly as the ‘please’ slipped from his lips. He wanted desperately to please you (like always), to melt away any last whisper of pain and replace it with bliss.

Your body, still thrumming from the high of your earlier climax, felt unbound, every nerve alive with want. “I need you – all of you.” The endorphins had left you fearless, weightless, your body a live wire craving the intimacy of him filling you. 

“Fuck… yeah, baby, anything you want.” His quiet groan vibrated against your throat as he momentarily shifted back away from you, slipping off his shirt and working down his boxer briefs before positioning himself above you once again.

He was achingly hard, his tip swollen and throbbing as he began sliding between your slick folds, teasingly grazing your entrance. The sensation of your soft warm entrance contrasting with the firmness of him sent a shiver of anticipation through you, a tingling spark that danced up your spine and coiled deep in your core.

A soft, desperate moan escaped your throat, “Mmm, yes…” Your back arched just slightly as you spoke.

“So ready for me, huh?” he purred, his lips brushing your jaw with slow, open-mouthed kisses. “You feel so good already – so warm and soft…,” His words were like a tender caress, opening both your heart and body to him further as you tilted your hips, urging him to press into you. 

He entered you with a slow, measured thrust, filling you inch by inch, the stretch rich and deep, a perfect melding of pressure and pleasure. As he settled fully within you, you gasped, your walls clenching around him as your bodies fused in a seamless, intimate union.

“O-ohhh,” your voice raw and trembling, hands finding his shoulders, fingers gripping lightly as he began to move. 

Each thrust was with a deliberate rhythm that sank into your core, drawing out every sensation. Every movement of him inside you was a warm, velvet pulse, the added slickness making each movement smoother and deeper. His hands roamed, one cradling your leg against his hip for an optimal angle while the other trailing up your side, fingers brushing beneath your shift to cup the curve of your breast.

“That’s it,” Wilson whispered, his voice a low, reverent hum, lips grazing the pulse point below your ear as he rocked into you, steady and deep. “You always take me so well...” His words of praise prompted you to tighten around him, drawing a low, appreciative groan from his chest. 

His rhythm stayed slow, each thrust a tender, deliberate act of love, pulling you deeper into a wave of pleasure that set every nerve aglow with intimacy. The room hummed with it – the soft, wet sound of your bodies joining, the faint creak of the bed, and your mingled, breathless gasps weaving a quiet symphony of desire.

“More, deeper” you suddenly cried, your voice quivering with desperation, fingers trailing down his back, nails dragging lightly as you pulled him closer, craving the weight of him, the fullness. “You’re… everything.” 

The pleasure sharpened as he responded. Wilson’s hand slid to your lower back, lifting you slightly to angle himself deeper, his pace growing a touch more urgent, each movement sending waves of pleasure radiating through you. Your body trembled under the intensity, eliciting a pitiful pleased whimper from you.

“Sh, shh… I’ve got you,” he hummed against your cheek, pressing you flush against . “I’ve got you, angel.” 

His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit once again, circling with a skillful touch that rippled through your body until your muscles were loose and trembling. Soon, your clit was numb with aching pleasure and pressure began to coil tightly in your abdomen. His lips hovered over yours, breath mingling, as he watched you unravel.

“J-James!” you cried, voice breaking, your body bowing against him as all the sensations blinded you. The endorphins amplified every thrust, every brush of his fingers, into a symphony of sensation, causing your moans to rise, desperate and unrestrained. Your hands clutched at him, nails biting into his shoulder blades as you clung to the edge.

“Let go for me again,” he urged, lips brushing yours in a fleeting kiss that tasted of sweat as he drove you higher. “I want to feel you cum around me.” 

His words, his rhythm, the heat of him, felt intoxicating and your climax crashed through you, a deep, shuddering wave that consumed you entirely. Your cunt clenched around him, your cries mingling with his groans as he followed, his release a warm, grounding pulse inside you, sealing the intimacy of the moment.

As the aftershocks rippled through you, your body felt heavy and warm. There was no trace of your earlier discomfort, only languid glowing satisfaction.

Wilson pressed soft, lingering kisses to your lips and then your forehead, as you separated, settling into the quiet hum of the room. He wrapped his arms around you, cradling you close, his steady heartbeat thumping against your flushed cheek pressed to him. 

You smiled, breathless, fingers tracing mindless swirls along his chest. “That… was beyond words,” you whispered, voice rich with gratitude, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

He chuckled, that familiar dry wit surfacing.. “Beyond words, huh? I’ll take that as a five-star review,” he teased. “How about a shower? Warm water to keep you this relaxed… maybe a little more pampering.” His fingers trailed lightly down your arm. 

The thought of steaming water and his hands gliding over you again making your pulse quicken. You laughed softly and nodded. “A shower sounds perfect. You gonna keep spoiling me in there?” Your eyes met his, with a spark of mischief matching his own.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he smiled, helping you sit up, his touch steady and warm, “spoiling you is my favorite part.” He pressed a fleeting, tender kiss to your lips before standing and offering his hand. You took it, your heart fluttering as his warm grip guided you toward the bathroom, the promise of steamy water and his gentle, devoted touches wrapping you in a glow of anticipation, ready to melt into him again.

[scariusaquarius]

rehab. 40.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: I'm so sorry if last chapter felt a bit ooc or counter-productive. It was kind of the point for it to be a big 'wtf' lmfao but hopefully, we'll get some good clarification and THE AVENGERS CAN STOP BEING STUPID. Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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rehab masterlist. / rehab masterlist 2. chapter 38 / chapter 39

She didn't know exactly where she had ended up, but she was seated in a garden beneath a tree that was bearing a strange fruit she had never seen before. (Y/n)'s breathing was heavy and labored, and she was beginning to feel cold. The familiar sensation of frost crawling over her body had (Y/n)'s mind reeling with fear and forcing a barrage of voices that she never wanted to hear again breaking through her mind again.

Why would the Avengers do this to her? Why would they send her back? Did her progress, her mission, mean nothing to them? After all of that talk about how things hadn't been her fault, that she was a victim who deserved a chance at a normal life...was it all a lie?

They were just like HYDRA. She should have never trusted them.

Her knees came up to her chest, and she held them tight, sobbing into them softly. However, her ears pricked at the sound of footsteps, and she tensed up. Bucky's voice was quiet, and though she was still suspicious, her head slightly lifted to stare at his legs as he addressed her softly.

"(Y/n)?"

"Go away. I should have never trusted you."

Bucky's heart shattered within his chest, but he didn't relent nor give up. Instead, Bucky sat down on the ground in front of her, and he murmured.

"I'm sorry. I tried to tell them that this was a bad idea, I really did."

His voice was broken, a sadness lacing his words that she hadn't heard before, and it only made her more upset. She cried softly, asking.

"Why do they want to send me back? I...I thought that I was...I was being good...I thought they...they wanted me here...to help me...to...to keep me from HYDRA...what did I do?"

Bucky whispered softly, maneuvering to sit beside her as he replied.

"No, no, baby doll, that's not what they wanted to do."

"That's exactly what they wanted to do! You heard them, and you were going to help!"

She snapped, digging her nails into her arms deep enough to begin bleeding, and Bucky begged her softly.

"Please, look at me for a moment."

Despite her not wanting to, (Y/n) glanced at him from the corner of her eye, swallowing thickly as she shook. Bucky's eyes were downtrodden, a sadness deep within them that swirled like a storm, and she was almost surprised by how much the man looked as though he was a kicked puppy.

"I promise you that we weren't sending you back there because you did something wrong. It's not that at all. I didn't want you to go and I still don't. Hell, I want to fight everyone for even suggesting this."

She whispered after a moment of silence, furrowing her brows with confusion.

"Then why? Why do they hate me?"

It didn't seem possible, but the broken pieces of his heart were ground up into dust as he whispered soothingly, gently placing his hand on hers and rubbing his thumb against her skin comfortingly.

"Doll, nobody hates you. We could never hate you. Would you...be open to listening to me and allow me to explain what was happening?"

His touch was comforting despite the suspicion that (Y/n) wore like a safety net, and she nodded wordlessly.

"We found where the rest of HYDRA is, but we can't destroy them once and for all the way we normally do. HYDRA is always one step ahead, and you and I both know that. The best way to end HYDRA is from within. Shuri thought that you might be able to help with this because unfortunately, I can't. HYDRA knows that I'm no longer under their control, but they don't know that about you for sure."

Bucky took a shaky breath as he watched her face contort slightly into an expression of pain, and Bucky continued.

"Shuri knows that you've been making a lot of progress, and we're all proud of you for that. Shuri only suggested using you for this mission because you've become stable...at least, enough for all of us to trust you to succeed in this."

She became quiet, her lip trembling, and she whispered as she shook her head.

"I don't want to go back there...what if I can't get out...what if...what if I...what if I hurt someone again?"

"That's why I am here."

Strange's voice made (Y/n) jolt a bit, and Bucky whipped his gaze to the man who was standing before them both. (Y/n) looked guarded, curling in on herself more as Strange took a seat in front of (Y/n); a stool manifesting beneath him so he didn't have to sit on the ground.

"I am not here to convince you, but to give you the full truth in its' absolute entirety that you deserve...if you are willing to listen."

(Y/n) didn't give him a verbal response, but her eyes glanced up at him, her trembling lessening by the second. Strange took her gaze as confirmation before he sighed and continued.

"The plan is for you to infiltrate HYDRA, but not to become them again. HYDRA wouldn't think that someone that they see as their own would try to dismantle them. Shuri picking you for this...it's not a judgement...it's trust that you will do what's right."

(Y/n) furrowed her brows, hiding her face slightly behind her arms again as Strange continued.

"If you were to do this, then I would place a ward on your mind that would protect you from HYDRA's reprogramming attempts. I would also put reinforcements in place that would protect your mind and keep you emotionally stable."

(Y/n) frowned slightly, wiping her nose with her arm before she asked quietly.

"Like...like a wall?"

Strange nodded, stating.

"Well, more like a fortress with a very skilled sorcerer on the battlements."

(Y/n)'s lips twitched up slightly, and Strange took it as a good sign.

"But I’m not going to do any of that unless you decide it’s what you want. No tricks. No manipulation. No orders. You say no, and I’ll make damn sure Fury and everyone else hears it loud and clear. No mission is worth tearing you apart again."

(Y/n) was surprised by how firm his voice was, and she whispered to him.

"You...you won't...control me?"

Strange shook his head, his expression becoming steely.

"I would be able to tell what is going on, but there would be no control involved. Just me seeing through your eyes and being able to sense if their programming is getting through."

(Y/n) became quiet as she whispered, her lip trembling as she sniffled.

"I just...I just wanted to be better...to...to make things right."

Bucky's voice was full of conviction as he comforted her, saying carefully.

"You are. You are so much better than any of them."

Strange murmured after a moment of careful consideration.

"Just you saying that tells me that you're way ahead than they think you are. You know what you can handle and what you can't, so this is completely your call. I will not allow them to try to sway you if you say no."

(Y/n) then gave Strange a serious look.

"And if I...if I lose control...would you stop me?"

While Bucky didn't pick up on what (Y/n) was implying, Strange did. His jaw clenched slightly, and Strange nodded.

"In order to ensure the safety of the world, yes. I would."

(Y/n) nodded slightly, and she placed her head into her arms. Clutching her arms, she whispered softly in a broken voice.

"I don't want to hurt anybody...but...but I know...HYDRA...they won't stop. They never will."

(Y/n) then looked back up at Strange with a defeated and dejected look as her eyes became watery again.

"I don't know what to do."

Strange looked torn, unsure of what to do or say. Bucky, in turn, glanced at Strange, and the men both shared a look before Strange sighed and said.

"Do what you think is right, but don't push yourself. I'd really hate to have to get on your bad side."

(Y/n) shook her head slightly.

"I don't...I don't want anybody to be ever again...I don't want to become that again."

Strange comforted her then, reassuring her.

"I wouldn't let you if I can help it. I'd remind you of who you are...make sure to replay the memories that you hold close that way you don't lose sight of that. Especially the pretty woman in the sunlight."

(Y/n) head shot up, her gaze wide and mouth agape, and she asked with disbelief.

"How do you...how do you know about Rebecca?"

Strange smirked then and placed his finger to his head quietly. (Y/n) and Bucky shared a look of disbelief, and (Y/n) swallowed thickly before glancing down at her arms. Bucky then murmured finally, keeping his hand upon her shoulder gently.

"(Y/n), you don't have to do this if you don't want to. Just say the word, and we'll tell Fury to fuck off."

(Y/n) was quiet, her mind seeming to wander before she asked quietly.

"Would...would destroying HYDRA make...make everyone safe?"

Strange shrugged.

"From the current threat, yes, but there's always going to be some group of whackjobs that think they're above everyone and need to make it everyone's problem."

Strange let his words hang in the air before he rose from his conjured seat. The seat disappeared in a flash of golden sparks that made (Y/n)'s eyes widen, and Steve brushed his robes free of invisible dust. He murmured to Bucky, glancing between him and (Y/n).

"I'll give you two a moment."

Bucky nodded, and Strange then looked at (Y/n).

"You wouldn't be alone in this if you agree to go on this mission. Although you wouldn't be able to see you, I'll be with you every step. And I can pull you out at any time that you want to stop."

(Y/n) nodded and Strange opened a portal, the gust of wind from his powers brushing against her face and making the leaves of the plants around her rustle. The golden orange sparks danced around in the air, casting her in a pumpkin glow, and Strange said to her gently before he stepped through the portal.

"Remember the sunlight."

Then, Strange was gone. Silence fell over (Y/n) and Bucky, the weight of the situation falling on each of their shoulders again, and Bucky turned to (Y/n).

"Listen, you don't have to decide right now. Hell, you don't even have to decide at all. If you don't want to do this, then you don't have to, alright?"

(Y/n) bit her lip, furrowing her brows as she whispered.

"But...if I don't, then what if...what if someone gets hurt? What if they try to create another me all over again?"

Bucky was firm as he replied, shaking his head.

"Then we'll fight like hell to stop it. With or without you. This isn't worth losing you."

His words were heavy, carrying a weight that Bucky didn't even realize was there, and (Y/n) wasn't sure what to make of them. She wasn't used to someone being afraid to lose her; the person that she was, not her as a weapon. (Y/n) looked away, shaking her head.

"What if I'm the only one who can?"

Bucky was taken back a bit, clenching his jaw slightly before he stated.

"Then we do this together. Strange and I will be with you the whole time. Strange can remind you of who your are...can make sure that you're shielded and your memories are protected...and in the chance that you start to lose yourself or that you start to think you're alone...I'll be there to guide you back."

Bucky's fingers carefully interlaced with (Y/n), making her glance down at their hands as Bucky affirmed to her softly.

"Together."

(Y/n) bit her lip before her voice became a ghost that was complimented by the subtle breeze within the air.

"I'm scared, Bucky."

Bucky was quiet for a moment before he replied softly.

"I know. Me too."

Doctor Strange's words began to echo through her mind like a whispered mantra, his expression engraved into her brain as he spoke.

Remember the sunlight.

Shifting slowly, (Y/n) slipped out the picture of her and Rebecca, untangling her fingers from Bucky's to ghost her fingers over Rebecca's face, and a sudden memory hit her.

She was sitting on a porch that she recognized to be her Aunt Mavis' house from the picture. It was a sunny day; the heat warming her skin and causing the trinkets within the front garden to cast rainbow-like light against the ground. The breeze was warm, brushing against her face that she remembered hurt from smiling so much.

In the background, (Y/n) could hear children laughing and the voice of her Aunt telling them to stay out of the kitchen. Beside her, Rebecca was sitting on the step with her, her journal open and pen scribbling with an urgent fervor that displayed only excitement.

At the feeling of (Y/n) staring at her, Rebecca looked at her and smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. The sunlight lit up her face, blue eyes turning into a beautiful whitened gold, and she spoke softly.

"Would you like to see what I've written?"

"Well, yeah. What are you writing?"

Rebecca smiled gently, a somber gaze settling on her face as she replied.

"It's a letter...to my brother. I like to write to him every now and then...force of habit, I suppose."

(Y/n) remembered the way Rebecca stared down at the words on the page before she whispered.

"Sometimes, I'll hear the door open, and though I know it's my husband...but there are nights where I hope that it will be my brother coming home finally."

"Don't think like that! I'm sure James will come home at some point!"

Rebecca looked surprised for a moment before she smiled widely despite the glassy sheen within her blue eyes, chuckling breathlessly.

"You think so? He always was a stubborn fathead."

The girls both giggled before Rebecca handed her journal to (Y/n), and she remembered how beautiful her handwriting was as Rebecca spoke.

"There are times where I find myself hating him for leaving, for not writing more, but with the draft, he didn't have much of a choice. And deep down, I always knew he had a drive to do something right."

"What do you mean?"

"James always looked out for the little guys...even when it didn't benefit him. It's just who he is. Always trying to do the right thing...even when it hurt."

Always trying to do the right thing even when it hurt.

Remember the sunlight.

The memory faded, but that familiar warmth of the sun never left her body; chasing away the frost that had been crawling over her. A feeling was settling into (Y/n)'s chest, one that she didn't really understand no recognize, but she was able to discern that it was something...good.

Her eyes fluttered open slightly, and the Wakandan garden seemed more alive than it had before. Sunbeams were scattered all over, increasing the colors of the flowers and the leaves. In a way, it felt safe.

Rebecca's image stayed within (Y/n)'s mind; burning like a fire that began to roar as (Y/n) began to think.

From the moment that she had begun to remember things and saw the picture of herself from before HYDRA, (Y/n) had felt a strange sensation since. It was a feeling that kept bubbling up in the back of her throat; trying to come out and be understood, but then, (Y/n) hadn't known what it was.

Now, however, it seemed that (Y/n) finally knew what it was.

It was hope.

It wasn't the loud and boisterous hope that many knew. It was gentler; quieter; warmer. It filled her body up with such a raging fire that it was the one thing that was keeping the internal cold away, and even though (Y/n) was still terrified and scared of going back to HYDRA, there was a sense of determination coming over her.

Always trying to do what was right...even when it hurts.

"But what if I fail? What if I never...make things right?"

Steve then gently spoke up, his voice gentle as he looked at (Y/n) the way a brother would their younger sibling.

"You can, and you're going to. Everyone here believes in you and wants to help you achieve that. It's not going to be easy, but even if it's hard, we're going to make it."

And then, another voice reached towards her.

"I...want to be good. I want...I want to be me again."

Sam's lips tugged gently, and he gently rubbed her back, the woman flinching slightly before relaxing for a second, glancing at Sam.

"That's just the first step, which means you're already doing pretty good, little lady."

Then, finally, a comforting voice that had her chest caving in with a feeling of yearning as her mother's voice seemed to whisper to her.

'Hush, now, I'm about to tell you. Even if you find yourself walkin’ through the dark, sweetheart… don’t let it convince you that’s where you’re meant to stay. The darkness and mean people can strip a gal of just about everything, but they can’t touch your heart nor your soul, honey. That part’s yours to keep—and it will always find its way back home."

A giggle, and a shushing noise.

"And, honey, if the world ever tries to make a weapon outta you, you make ‘em sorry they ever laid hands on you in the first place."

When the memory faded, (Y/n) took a moment to stare down at the picture in her hands; vowing to never forget. After a moment of silence, (Y/n) looked up at the garden around her; admiring the environment before she closed her eyes.

For the first time in a long time, (Y/n) took a deep breath, and she began to breathe.

A weight seemed to lift from her shoulders; a conviction coming over her from Steve's honesty, Sam's kindness, and her mother's grace, and she finally didn't feel like a ghost that was stuck between the past and the present.

Instead, (Y/n) began to feel as if she was truly real.

(Y/n) (L/n). Not the Winter Soldier; not a weapon of HYDRA.

Herself.

Suddenly, (Y/n) looked over at Bucky. He was sitting comfortably, a knee bent and his arm resting on top of it. His gaze was gentle; patient and kind.

"Are you alright?

(Y/n) just stared for a moment before she nodded and murmured.

"I...I think I understand now."

A confused expression came over Bucky, tilting his head slightly as he waited for (Y/n) to elaborate, and the woman swallowed thickly before her voice came out; not a tremble or shake twinging her voice as it once had.

"I think I understand now what it means to do right. It's...it's not about victory or loss...it's about trying...even when it's hard. Even when it's terrifying."

(Y/n) bit her lip slightly before she whispered, looking down at the picture within her lap once more.

"I don't want to run anymore. I...I want to do good because...because I can. I know I can...even if I'm still unsure of what that might look like. Even if I forget what the sunlight feels like, I want to remember that I chose to stand in it.”

The tears within her eyes finally fell as she looked back at Bucky.

“If what I’ve known—all that darkness—can help stop them, then I want to try. I want to do what’s right… because I believe I can.”

Bucky was in awe; a mixture of surprise and something akin to pride coming over him, and a small smile graced his lips as he replied firmly, his fingers brushing down her arm to clasp her hand within his metal one.

"Then I'm with you till the end of the line."

-

STORY NOTES: The scene opens with (Y/n) in a Wakandan garden in the midst of a panic attack. She is angry and in disbelief, questioning why the Avengers would suggest this of her. (Y/n) is feeling betrayed, and she begins to think that she should have never trusted the Avengers and likens them to HYDRA. Bucky comes to comfort her, but (Y/n) is reluctant, telling him to 'go away'. Bucky is remorseful, and pleas with her to hear him out that he tried to convince the Avengers not to go through with asking her to infiltrate HYDRA. (Y/n) begins to ask Bucky why the Avengers would do this, and she states that she thought that she was doing better and that they wanted her to heal. She begins to believe that she has done something wrong, and Bucky is quick to tell her that they didn't want to send her back to HYDRA because they were giving up on her or that she did anything wrong. (Y/n), however, does not believe him.

Bucky begs (Y/n) to look at him, and when she does, she is taken back by how sad Bucky looks. Bucky then says reaffirms that the Avengers did not want to send her to HYDRA just to send her back. He tells her that he didn't want her to go, and (Y/n) then asks why the Avengers 'hate' her. Bucky is completely shattered by this question, and he asks (Y/n) if she would be willing to hear him out. She agrees, and Bucky begins to explain how the Avengers have located the rest of HYDRA. However, he notes that the Avengers can't go after the HYDRA the way that they always have because HYDRA always seems to be a step ahead. Bucky tells (Y/n) that Shuri thought that (Y/n) would be able to help because Bucky is unable to. He makes sure to mention that Shuri knows that (Y/n) has been making incredible progress with her rehabilitation and Shuri thought that she would be stable enough to carry out such a mission.

(Y/n) is skeptical and asks Bucky about the hypothetical of her hurting someone, and Strange makes his presence known. Strange tells (Y/n) that he isn't there to convince her to say yes, but rather to tell her the entire truth about the Avengers' mission. (Y/n) is willing to listen, and Strange begins to explain the potential plan to her. He reassures her that if (Y/n) were to accept the mission, then Strange would place magic wards and reinforcements to keep her mind in-tact and protected from any further traumatic experiences (i.e. shutting her mind down during torture, etc). (Y/n) questions if it would be like a wall, and Strange essentially agrees. He then reassures (Y/n) that he would not do anything unless he had her explicit consent and she was sure that she wanted to do the mission, and (Y/n) clarifies that Strange wouldn't control her. Strange tells her that he would be able to see through her eyes, but no control would be involved. (Y/n) suddenly states that she wanted to be better and make things right, and Bucky tells her that she is 'better than any of them'. Strange says after careful consideration of his words that her stating she wants to be better tells him that she is, and that she knows what she can handle. Therefore, the mission is completely her call.

(Y/n) asks Strange that if she lost control if he would stop her, meaning kill her, and Strange agrees reluctantly. (Y/n) tells Strange that she doesn't want to hurt anybody, but she understands that HYDRA will not stop. She then becomes vulnerable, telling Strange that she isn't sure what to do. Strange tells her to do what she thinks is right. (Y/n) becomes anxious, telling Strange that she doesn't want to become the Winter Soldier again, and Strange reassures her that he wouldn't let that happen. He makes sure to mention Rebecca, and (Y/n) is surprised by this. She asks how Strange knows about her, but Strange just gestures to his head to imply his magic. Then, Bucky tells (Y/n) that she doesn't have to do anything that she doesn't want to, and (Y/n) asks if destroying HYDRA would make everyone safe. Strange agrees, but adds that it would be until the next set of villains decide to show themselves. Strange offers to give Bucky and (Y/n) a moment alone, but cryptically tells her to 'Remember the Sunlight' before he leaves.

Bucky repeats that (Y/n) doesn't have to do the mission, but (Y/n) asks him that if she doesn't, then what if something bad happens. She is worried that HYDRA will try to create another Winter Soldier, and Bucky tells her that the Avengers would do everything in their power to stop HYDRA with or without her. (Y/n), however, asks what if she's the only one who can stop HYDRA, and Bucky states that they would do it together with Strange. He reassures her that he would be with her every step of the way, and (Y/n) reveals that she is scared. Bucky reveals that he is as well, and suddenly, Strange's cryptic message begins to play in her mind. Suddenly, (Y/n) begins to have a memory of her and Rebecca sitting on the porch of her Aunt Mavis' house. She remembers that her and Rebecca were writing together, and that Rebecca was writing a letter to Bucky out of habit. Rebecca opens up to (Y/n) about hoping that Bucky would come home someday, and she goes on to tell (Y/n) about how Bucky always had a drive to do what was right and fight for those who couldn't fight for themselves even when it hurt.

The words strike a chord within (Y/n), and she suddenly realizes that the feeling that kept settling within her since she arrived to Wakanda was hope, and she remembers Steve's words of encouragement that she could make things right and that she wouldn't fail in her mission to become rehabilitated. She then remembers Sam's words to her that her acknowledging she wants to be herself again was the first step and that she was already doing good. Then, (Y/n) remembers her mothers words about not allowing herself to sit within the darkness and that her heart will always find its way home. Moreover, that if the world tried to make her a weapon, that she make the world regret doing so.

(Y/n) comes out of the barrage of memories, and she tells Bucky that she thinks that she finally understands what it means to 'do right'. She says that it's not about victory or loss, but the matter of trying even with it's hard and terrifying. She tells Bucky that she no longer wants to run from HYDRA and that she wants to do good because she can; even if she doesn't understand what that looks like. She states that even if she forgets what the sunlight is, she wants to remember that she chose to stand in it. Finally, she states that if her time in HYDRA can help her to take them down, then she wants to try because she believes that she can do what is right. Bucky is moved by her words, becoming proud, and he simply tells her that he is with her until the end of the line. End scene.

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[ilovespring26]

“I know what you did.”

You’re laying on Satoru’s chest, not doing anything in particular, while he’s on his phone scrolling away.

He puts his phone down on the coffee table thats beside the couch. His hands slowly reach for your hips griping them ever so gently and looks at you with those ocean colored eyes of his.

“And what did I do?” His voice normal, almost too normal.

“You know what you did Satoru.” You’re trying your hardest to not burst out laughing, but thankfully you’re able to keep a stern look on your face.

“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about y/n.” It was swift, but you could sense the slight guilt in his voice.

“So you don’t know what you did?” You ask, being persistent. How you love doing trends you saw on TikTok with him, especially the ones where you get to confuse him.

“I-, no, I don’t know what I did.” His breath hitched and his voice, laced with guilt.

He is dangerously suspicious, is he really hiding something from me? This was supposed to be a fun TikTok trend, but what if it becomes something more? What could he possibly be hiding from me?

Your thoughts ran wild, thinking about what he could possibly be keeping from you. Could he maybe be….cheating on me..?

Your heartbeat got faster, your throat ran dry and you hated the thought that Satoru could maybe be cheating on you.

He noticed immediately, looking at you, waiting for you to answer him or at least say something.

“Y/n? Honey? Are you okay?”

You look up at him, tears starting to form in your eyes. “Satoru…are you cheating on me..?”

He froze, his eyes widening and his grip on your hips tightening. “What? No, sweetheart what are you saying of course not!” His voice filled with concern.

You grip his shirt tightly. “Then what are you hiding from me Satoru?” Your voice breaking, and your breathing becoming uneven. “Tell me, what are you hiding?” You felt a warm tear escape your eye.

“Y/n, love. I swear it’s not something big, I just didn’t feel the need to mention it, umm, kinda afraid of you getting a bit mad at me..” he slowly but surely reaches one of his hands that was previously on your hip, up to your cheek to wipe away the tear.

You could hear it in his voice that he really means it, so you decided to trust him. “Then what is it Satoru? You scared me to death, I really thought you cheated on me or something!”

The corners of his lips curl up into a smile, a reassuring one. A smile that you love and hope to see everyday. “ m’sorry my love, didn’t mean to scare you like that. But I umm..may or may not have eaten the last piece of the cake you made the other day”

You finally exhaled, not even being aware of the fact that you were holding your breath in the first place. You were so happy. Ecstatic that what he was hiding from you was such a small thing as eating the last piece of a cake. You felt reassured, reassured that he didn’t cheat on you or come to something close.

“Satoru Gojo. I’m going to kill you. I was saving the last piece for tonight!!” You look at him with a soft look, not even having the heart to get angry at him.

“Hey look, I’m really sorry. How about I bake tomorrow?” He kisses your temple right after saying those words.

“Satoru you can’t bake for shit, I’m not trusting you with the kitchen. You might blow up the house.” You give him a smile, a warm one.

You both laugh at what you said, knowing that it’s completely true as Satoru is not especially skilled when it came to baking or making food.

“Fine, but you didn’t have to put it like that! How about this, you bake and I do the dishes?”

“Sounds like a plan.” You suddenly feel his warm hands cup your jaw and lean in to kiss your soft lips, and you meet him halfway. Instantly melting into the kiss.

He pulls away to look at your eyes some more before saying, “I love you, and I always will.”

You reply with a low, “I love you too” your voice barely a nice a whisper.

You guys lay there, you on his chest, listening to each others heartbeat while he runs his hand through your soft hair.

After a while you guys fall asleep on top of each other, both knowing that your guys love each other with every ounce of your bodies.

AHHH first post, super nervous and excited!! Sorry for any grammar mistakes or errors!! Hope y’all like this, will make more if y’all want more fics!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻