#but that idea ended up changing into this one!

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Sweet Tooth

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary: Alex and Charles meet the sweetest girl they know. Now how to get that sweetheart for themselves?

a/n: wow this one fought me the entire time I was trying to write it…

a/n2: my longest piece and full of visions of the future

a/n3: thanks @sinofwriting and @ice-man-goes-bwoah for being sounding boards! definitely helped me get this thing done

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Private Messages, Charles and Alexandra (November)

charles_leclerc posted a story, alexandrasaintmleux posted 2 stories

[a sweet treat needed][🌈][🍭🍬]

user1 replied a candy store?

user2 replied that looks good!

user3 replied I’ll give you some candy 🥵

user4 replied but what about your diet??

pierregasly replied that bad huh?

↳charles_leclerc it was Alex’s idea

↳pierregasly so it’s really bad!

↳charles_leclerc yes

user5 replied this is one of the best eff you’s I’ve ever seen

user6 replied you’re in Vegas!!

user7 replied when did you get here??

user8 replied watch out for Charles!!

arthur_leclerc replied hows he doing?

↳alexandrasaintmleux well he barely even glanced at the Ferrari hoodie before we left the hotel…

↳arthur_leclerc damn…you guys staying there for a while then?

↳alexandrasaintmleux for a couple of days at least

↳arthur_leclerc good

user9 replied everything there looks so good..

user10 replied Yum 🤤 (and not just the candy 😉)

user11 replied oh I love that store

Bluesky

user12: ELVIS WEDDING??

↳user13: not something I had on my bingo card for this year…

↳user12: right???

user14: ok but who got married??

↳user15: I’m saying max and Kelly — gotta celebrate that 4x win

↳user14: oh that’s a good thought

↳user16: I always always say that Lando is the type to get drunk married in Vegas

↳user14: he does have that type of energy doesn’t he??

↳user17: idk but Oscar has that type of secretive energy that would absolutely get married in Vegas

↳user14: oh my god he does!

user18: ok give us absolutely nothing!

↳user19: right??? This gives us nothing

↳user18: seriously!

Private Messages, Y/N and BFF (November)

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (November)

Bluesky

user20: Jesus I guess this is the year of Vegas weddings since it seems like every one of them is getting married there

user21: brb moving to Vegas to catch a f1 driver husband

user22: I wanna know why this is such a big deal??

↳user23: same! Like yeah some drivers are gonna stay an extra day or 2! It’s Vegas and they have a break before the end of the season!

↳user24: I’m guessing it has something to do with the gossip reported earlier in the week — that one of the drivers got married by an Elvis impersonator

↳user25: come on guys I thought we all agreed that deuxmoi never tells the truth

user26: forget Charles and Alexandra - I want more Leo!!

↳user27: LEO LEO LEO

↳user28: LEO LEO LEO

user29: ok but am I the only one who wants it to be an elopement??

↳user30: no no no continue please 🙏

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (November)

cl16fans

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cl16fans: and it’s a strong end of the season for Charles! P2 and P3!

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user31: such a tortured soul..

↳user32: right?? P3 and he still looks so unhappy…

user33: he changed his tune fast after that though…

↳user34: what do you mean?

↳user33: after the interviews he meant up with Alex and it looked like they were texting someone

↳user35: omg im glad someone else caught that — they were like glowing and giggling

↳user33: I wonder just who has them acting like teenagers in love?

↳user35: especially when they’re right next to each???

yn: he looks good on the podium…

↳user36: he does!

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (December)

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (December)

Phone Call, Alexandra and y/n (January)

Private Messages, Charles and Alexandra (January)

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: what an electrifying night ♥️ Forza Ferrari Sempre ♥️

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user37: Forza Ferrari Sempre!!

↳user38: this is our year!

alexandrasaintmleux: so handsome ♥️

↳charles_leclerc: ehehe

yn: pretty boy liked by charles_leclerc

↳user39: why is Charles liking a random comment about him??

lewishamilton: Forza Ferrari Sempre ♥️

pierregasly: slacking off there calmar?

↳charles_leclerc: sharpening the mind actually

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (February)

Call Logs — Charles and y/n, Alexandra and y/n (March)

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (May)

Bluesky

user50: breaking news —the sky is blue??

↳user51: right?? Like of course he’s probably gonna be in the jewelry store??

user52: ok but am I the only one that thinks this is part of a bigger picture??

↳user53: Yes. Yes you are

↳user52: no no no listen

↳user52: last November it was said that a driver got married in Vegas and then Charles and Alexandra stayed longer then they usually do

↳user52: then remember the both of them kept getting caught texting someone else? And they were all giggly and blushy??

↳user52: add in the random post from Christmas where Charles thanked his ‘mon amour’ for the gift for Leo? He always calls Alexandra his Alex — not Mon amour

↳user52: and in a stretch — there’s a random account that they both respond too when they post — yn!

↳user52: in conclusion — Charles (and maybe Alex?) got married in Vegas last year to yn and they’re still talking to her

↳user53: nurse she’s out again…

user54: oh to be Charles’ girlfriend who he buys jewelry for…

user55: he’s glowing!

↳user56: right? Idk who he’s buying the jewelry for — he’s just so happy!

↳user57: gotta take that happiness where he can get it….

↳user58: oh don’t remind me…

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (June)

f1gossip

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f1gossip: Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux spotted at lunch with a mysterious female at Romantic Restaurant today. Who is this mysterious female and what does this mean?

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user52: *clears throat* I’ll be accepting your apologies now

↳user53: this means nothing

user59: this is gonna be my new obsession I just know it…

↳user60: right??? I need to know absolutely everything about this

user61: ok where are the obsessive trackers? Who is she??

↳user62: it looks like it’s yn! She’s a business student in America that works in a candy store! She’s been commenting on their socials a lot since January

↳user61: ok I know I asked for it but good lord that was fast…

↳user62: I was bored and interested 🤷🏽‍♀️

user63: a business student?? She’s got those smartie genes then

user64: I’m gonna need a play by play on how this happened!

↳user65: big mood. This is such a random pairing…

user66: whoever she is, she just needs to keep doing what she’s doing. Charles hasn’t been this close to the WDC ever!

↳user67: that’s exactly what I was thinking!

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (August)

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: Vegas, a home away from home. I’m so glad to be able to bring home another win this year here, for everyone watching ♥️

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user68: OMG OMG OMG ITS HAPPENINGS

↳user69: Shut it shut it shut it!! Don’t tempt fate!

pierregasly: mega race today Charles!

user70: CL16 WDC INCOMING

↳user71: 1 more win Charles! You can do it!

maxverstappen1: congrats Charles!

user72: he smoked them today!

↳user73: as a Charles fan it was a very boring race 😂

↳user74: I don’t even care. Here’s for a boring season then if he wins

alexandrasaintmleux: congratulations ♥️ liked by charles_leclerc

yn: such a fantastic race babe liked by charles_leclerc

↳user75: babe?!?

↳user76: ITS HAPPENING!!

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (November)

f1

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f1: And our 2025 World’s Driving Champion is Charles Leclerc!

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alexandrasaintmleux: mon champion ♥️♥️ liked by charles_leclerc

yn: always amazing to watch you do your thing — and even better to watch you win 💚 liked by charles_leclerc

maxverstappen1: no one I’d rather lose too. congrats charles

user77: HE DID IT

↳user78: HE FINALLY DID JT!!

oscarpiastri: congrats mate

user79: I just scared my family with how loud I screamed but he did it!!

↳user80: same

↳user81: same

↳user82: Same

sebastianvettel: Very well deserved. Well done Charles

user83: 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

kimimatiasraikkonen: congrats

user84: 🎉🎉🎉

jensonbutton: Well done mate!

user85: ok but my favorite part of this watching all the old champions come welcome the newest one to the club liked by charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, yn

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: This is everything that I’ve ever wanted, everything that I’ve worked for since I was a little kid. Thank you to my family for all the support, for Ferrari for the amazing season, and to my amazing wives — it might have been a drunken decision to marry you but it could never be considered a mistake.

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user86: I’m not crying are you crying why is it raining inside my house right now??

user87: I still can’t believe it…

maxverstappen1: a Vegas wedding huh??

↳charles_leclerc: the best thing that ever happened to me!

↳yn: sap

↳charles_leclerc: only for you two

↳alexandrasaintmleux: you get used to it

↳yn: i don’t know if I want to… liked by charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux

↳maxverstappen1: really? on my comment thread??

arthur_leclerc: oh no Charles…

↳charles_leclerc: what??

↳arthur_leclerc: maman…

↳alexandrasaintmleux: You did remember to tell your mother about us right? Right??

↳charles_leclerc: uh oh…

↳yn: 🤦🏻‍♀️

↳user88: a world champion and still “I am stupid” liked by yn, alexandrasaintmleux

user89: he’s married??? 2x over???

↳user90: I can’t believe he found a way to overshadow his one WDC win…

↳user91: right??

↳user92: I wanna know how he got 2 10s to go out with his mid level ass?

↳user90: you did NOT just call Charles Leclerc MID???

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (January)

lec_ice_cream

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lec_ice_cream: Ferrari red and Leclerc ice cream is a winning combo! Coming soon!

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user91: a Leclerc store??

↳user92: I’m so there. The employees are scared cause I’m so early but I’m there

↳lec_ice_cream: A+ for the meme but we are actually gonna have to ask you to leave!

↳user92: omg lec admin I love you liked by lec_ice_cream

oscarpiastri: is there gonna be a family discount?

↳olliebearman: or like a favorite son discount??

↳oscarpiastri: 🤨

↳lec_ice_cream: uh oh the girls are fighting…

↳user93: 🍿

user94: I’ve had the lec admin for 1 post but if anything happened to them I’d kill everyone then myself…

↳lec_ice_cream: big mood…

↳user95: lec admin id die for you

↳user96: I’d kill for you

↳user97: I’m just asking when I can get some ice cream??

↳lec_ice_cream: I’m reporting all of you but user97!

user98: it’s comforting that even after everything he’s still going on his random side quests…

↳user99: it is!!

user100: ok I’ve got money that it’s yn who is gonna be running the store!

↳user101: you really think that he’d buy a business just to dump all the work on his wife??

↳lec_ice_cream: right?? Who’d do that??

↳lec_ice_cream: charles_leclerc

↳charles_leclerc: …I am stupid…

↳user102: this is gonna be the most amazing thing this year…

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attending the met gala!

꩜ featuring: the entire grid, jenson button, mark webber, nico rosberg, sebastian vettel, daniel riccardo, logan sargeant

꩜ warnings: some 18+ references

mclaren

Oscar Piastri: nonchalant king 

He’s there for you, and you only. 

Boring black tux, but talks about how cool the concept is and has some cool takes so he makes up for it.

Asked Lewis for advice 

You two have a subtle coordination on your fits 

He’d stepping back so you can have your moment, but there’s about 500 photos of him looking at you lovingly as you pose for the photos 

Tries to act interested by just ends up talking to you and lewis all night 

HATES it when lewis tries to introduce him to someone famous and it CRACKS you up

Flops into bed in his suit and falls asleep as you take off your makeup. 

Again, CRACKS you up 

You climb into bed beside him and he’s wrapping his arms around you and whispering about how beautiful you looked/ look until yall fall asleep 

Lando Norris: STRESSED 

GRILLED lewis on what to wear. 

Was so stressed about it he missed his flight. 

Cue more stress 

Literally everything that could’ve gone wrong for him did and he was shitting himself because he didn’t want to ruin your big day (considering he was just coming as your guest) 

The airline loses his luggage 

He gets stopped by border security for a ages

gets the next flight and gets there in time to start getting ready with you, until you both realise the brand you’re going with brought the wrong suit for him. 

Both of you panic, him almost crying out of frustration for the past 20 hours, but you calm him down and thankfully it gets to the hotel in time

Once you’re all ready he is HANDSY 

I mean he won’t let you go girl 

You walk the stairs together, hand in hand, both beaming despite the luck of the past 24 hours

Again girl, hsi hands do not leave you and yall get some gorgeous shots together on the carpet and throughout the night 

He falls asleep at the table 

Lewis posts a picture on his insta and he gets violently grilled by the internet 

mercedes

George Russell: he’s been waiting for this 

Not that he’s a fashion man, but he likes looking good. 

Also grills Lewis about the theme and what he should wear 

Shows up and shows out tbf 

He knows what he wants when yall are going to fittings 

He’s not bothering with being boring because why would he?

he gets so into it he gives you the ick because he says shit like ‘chartreuse? No. not for you’ 

The night of the thing he’s shitting BRICKS 

He’s so scared to walk the carpet. 

But once yall get on and he’s holding your hand, he calms down. 

Serves face at the cameras 

FALLS UP THE STAIRS, AND YET ANOTHER MEME IS BORN 

You laugh so hard you almost fall down the stairs be he catches you and you get a real cute photo of the two of you laughing 

He sits by lewis all night, too scared to try and meet hollywood 

Kimi Antonelli: confused but supportive 

He barely knew what the met gala was when you first mentioned it, but it was happy to oblige you if that’s what you wanted 

He asked Lewis and Charles about it (the most fashionable people he knows)

Lewis sent him inspo and he just picked one and handed it to the brand you were going with 

During his fitting he kept dragging you into the changing room with him not realising he was in a Chanel store and almost got you two kicked out 

“So it’s like a fashion show?” 

“It’s a museum Kim-”

“BORING!”

Like Lando, he’s mr.grabby hands over here once you’re ready 

Tells reporters he’s just there for you and has no idea what he’s meant to do for the rest of the night 

“There’s an afterparty,” you tell him 

“Great! I can get drunk!” he smiled 

You shook your head. “Baby, we’re in america”

Sulks about that but Lewis sneaks you two some alcohol 

williams

Alex Albon: pop culture king 

He does a LOT of research and decides to tie in his Thai heritage with some patterns 

Genuinely gets into it and gets embarrassed when you say it’s cute that he’s getting into it 

Obviously has an obnoxious jokey pin on the inside of his jacket 

The weeks leading up it’s the only thing he and Lewis talk about 

Lewis came to one of his fittings and was genuinely so surprised at the thought he’d put into it 

Getting ready, he’s cracking so many jokes to calm both your nerves 

Once you’re on the carpet, he’s pointing out the influencers he knows and judging outfits 

He gets a great photo beside Lewis 

Gets incredible photos beside you 

Yall look adorable 

Carlos Sainz: he’s… he’s there! 

Bless him, he looks confused at the best of times but when you were explaining the met gala… you should’ve tried quantum physics first :( 

“It’s a fashion show?”

“It’s an exhibition?” 

“Which is it?!” 

He goes for a plain tux tbh, if he does anything else he’d be in information overload 

Jaw drops when he sees you in a suit 

Genuinely cannot stop kissing you 

The night of he is slightly terrified but you quell his nerves with your wonderful sense of humor 

Walking the carpet together is hilarious and fun because he has no idea what he’s doing there, and he can’t focus on anything but you, so you answer his questions for him 

Bathroom quickie 🤷

Asks Lewis if he approves of your outfit, which is all he cares about 

He loves you in a suit 

LOVES you in a suit 

I cannot stress enough how much he loves you in a suit 

redbull

Max Verstappen: he’s there for you bfr 

He’s allergic to anything but team kit, bffr 

Normally, nothing would get him to go to the met gala 

Not exactly his scene, plus it’s right after a race so he'd be exhausted 

You begged him though (and promised blow-jobs whenever he wanted for a month) 

So he agreed 

Plain black tux (BORING) 

Doesn’t give a singular shit about the questions he’s asked when he confirms that he’s going 

The day of, he’s just staring at you as you get ready 

He’s genuinely enchanted by you 

Cannot look away 

Very much let’s you have your moment on the stairs, but you pull him in for a kiss and it makes a great photo  

Reminds you the whole night he’s only there for you 

Ends up watching some form of racing on his phone like a fucking ipad kid 

Bj in the car after 

Yuki Tsunoda: fashion icon don’t play 

We ALL know he’s a fashionista 

Wouldn’t pass up the opportunity 

Sadly, is dressed by Boss, but we can get over that 

Subtle matching with you 

Gets Lewis’s approval on his suit 

It’s not totally out there but it’s not a boring black or navy tux 

Cannot keep his hand off you on the carpet 

Keeps whispering about how beautiful you look 

Gets sloshed at the after party 

Makes friends with a bunch of prominent hollywood people while he’s drunk 

‘Omg me gurlfrirnd is ssooooooooooooooooooooooooooo prewetty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ he posts a photo of the floor with that as a caption 

Gets put in pr lessons for 3 weeks 

Still maintains it was worth it 

vcarb

Isack Hadjar: he’s such a little baby 

He’s terrified 

I mean frozen with fear when you ask him to be your plus one

Agrees, but needs your help the whole way 

HAS TO GET LEWIS’S APPROVAL ON HIS SUIT 

Actually, Lewis helps him understand the theme and helps him pick out his suit 

Cute bonding moment for them 

Insists you wear the same colour as him 

The day of, he goes full simp 

Getting you coffees and food, checking in on you every four second 

Watching you get ready with actually heart eyes 

Doesn’t understand how to pose on the carpet, but he’s just so happy and honoured to be there with you that he just blushes and stands beside you until you move him how you want 

Seriously enjoys it when you kiss his cheek on the carpet and the cameras go mad

Makes that photo his lockscreen 

Liam Lawson: there’s heart there 

He doesn’t fully get it and he’s too scared to ask Lewis, so he asks you to pick his suit 

He’ll wear anything 

he doesn’t care once he’s going with you 

Literally watches tiktoks on how to pose on carpets 

He doesn’t want to fuck this up for you so he is constantly asking for approval of things

Let’s you pick how his hair, facial hair, outfit, etc. looks 

He just wants you to be happy 

The whole time on the carpet he is sweating buckets and terrified

That eases once you take his hand 

He answers interview questions politely, but his eyes continuously drift to you 

You’re always distracting him 

Ends up meeting a bunch of hollywood people and enjoying his night 

Both of you get trashed at the after party 

Drunk sex in your hotel room 

ferrari

Charles LeClerc: matching 

He will actually refuse unless you’re matching 

It’s slightly annoying but whatever 

He’s so into the outfit planning you almost wonder the performance of the ferrari is due to their drivers being so into the met gala

Insists you both wear ferrari pins 

At your first fitting for your outfit, he actually lost his mind 

Fucked in the car after 

He’s so nervous the whole week before 

Accidentally gets kind of drunk before it to calm his nerves 

It’s hilarious 

Deeply enjoyable to watch him almost fall up the stairs as he sobers up and realises what he’s doing and where he is, then that easy smile is replaced with a sullen look of fear and terror all in one 

Wanted to bring Leo 

Cannot stop telling you (and others) how gorgeous you are 

Slaps your ass so hard on the carpet and so many people get photos of it 

He gets asked about it on the next race weekend and he just puts his head in his hands, not remembering doing that until someone shows him the video- it definitely explains the bruise he noticed on your ass that morning 

Lewis Hamilton: …oh girl

Babe, your boyfriend is on the committee, you’re showing up and showing OUT 

He helps you with every bit of your outfit, feeling touched by how into it you are

Matching colours and concepts 

You help him with his board duties 

You’re super nervous in the un up to it, but he calms it all down 

The day of he’s paying extra attention to you and making sure you’re alright 

Yall are a POWER COUPLE when walking the carpet 

I mean everyone stops and looks girl 

You two serve genuine CUNT it’s literally insane 

He GUSHES about you in interviews 

You brag about him in interviews 

In the bathroom selfie he has his arms around you and every loves it 

You lowkey soft launch your engagement at it… by accident tho

Dancing all night during the after party 

He’s so thankful to you for how much effort you put into something that mattered to him so much 

Zhou Guanyu: pookie ZHOU 

He’s ready 

He’s planning 

He’s got the pinterest boards up 

He’s serving 

He’s critiquing your fit 

He’s showing UP! 

Get’s Lewis’s advice 

We ALL know Zhou is a fashion diva, so he’s so serving 

On the carpet, he’s serving FACE beside you 

Shining on the carpet, GENUINELY 

Has sweetcorn embroidered onto the inside of his suit (he is your child, of course) 

Slightly matching with you 

Spends all his interviews gushing about you 

Him and Lewis hug when they meet on the carpet and IT IS SUCH A CUTE PHOTO 

Omg i love Zhou so much 

haas

Ollie Bearman: he’s got the spirit! 

He has NO idea what he’s doing 

Goes to CARLOS for help… doesn’t get any 

Freaks out over it because he has NO idea what he’s doing 

Genuinely loses sleep 

Also it’s your relationship debut os he’d DOUBLE scared 

Subtly matches you 

Needs constant reassurance that you actually like his suit 

The night of he freaks out 

Literally shaking in the car, knee bouncing, etc. 

You have no idea how to calm him down because you're also terrified, so you just kiss him the second you get out of the car 

HARD LAUNCH QUEEN! 

he’s shocked for a second, but then relaxes into it 

Cameras are FLASHING girl

Teases you about it all night 

You both end up enjoying yourselves 

Esteban Ocon: has no idea what he’s doing 

Like, he barely knows what the Met is so… yeah. You’re in for a treat! 

He’s supportive of you and genuinely wants you to enjoy yourself, just fashion is NOT his expertise if you get what i mean

Let’s you pick everything 

Doesn’t care what you put him in once he’s walking in on your arm 

The night of, he’s weirdly calm and noticed how anxious you are 

Is super reassuring all night and on the carpet 

Super sweet in general 

You both end up having a great night 

aston martin

Lance Stroll: anti-social butterfly! 

At first, he flat out said no 

He wasn’t interested in being stuck in a sweaty hall with all of Hollywood for a night while he just pretended not to be there so people wouldn’t speak to him

He then realised that it meant a lot to you so he agreed and apologised for not saying yes sooner

PLANNING BEGINS! He’s scared to ask about anything because he knows it’ll turn into a 30 minute long lecture where he’s taught various fashion terms, pop culture terms, or the names of celebrities he should probably know 

He just follows your lead the whole time 

Photobombs EVERYONE 

I mean he is EVERYWHERE AND IN EVERYONE’S PHOTOS 

Randomly, he becomes mates with jack harlow 

Ends up enjoying himself a lot 

Handsy with you on the carpet, but in a sweet way 

Fernando Alonso: he has a mission 

When you asked, he was definitely up for it 

Kind of scared but like, supportive boyfriend 

Is excited to meet all the celebrities 

But when he finds out taylor swift is going, a plan is hatched 

He wants to get a photo with her and makes it his mission for the night 

Obvi, spends the majority of the night with you 

Does in fact get a photo with her (furthering the rumours, of course), and posts it before his photos with you (smh)

Makes tiktoks in the bathroom with other met-goers 

Weirdly, befriends rhianna 

sauber

Nico Hulkenberg: dude he’s scared 

Didn’t want to go but is going for you 

BORING BLACK TUX but whatever 

Talks to Lewis about it 

Is more lost after their conversation 

“So it’s for famous people? Why am I there?”

“OH! Is it for influencers? Why are we going?!” 

Bro is giving old man 

Anyway, follows you like a confused and scared puppy the whole carpet, but then you lose him the second you’re inside 

Funnily enough, gets trashed with Colman Domingo

Gabriel Borteleto: has no idea what he’s doing there 

Man is allergic to anything but team kit and zara mens, FREE HIM 

You both help style the outfits, but it’s definitely veering towards your vision because his is… (STRANGE)

Ends up enjoying the creation process 

Shitting himself the day of 

Almost vomits with nerves 

Goes out to lunch with ollie to try and calm down 

OLLIE GETS HIM DRUNK! 

He’s sloshed before even getting to the carpet, but you sober him up a bit 

(you also want ollie dead but that’s for later xxx)

On the carpet, he trips

Everyone laughs at him and he’s so embarrassed (chose that moment to sober up fully) he doesn’t even want to get up 

You tell him he’s alright and he kisses you on the carpet (CAMERAS FLASH!) and thanks you for bringing him, even if he makes a complete fool of himself 

You tell him it’s alright because he already made the biggest fool of himself by signing for sauber xxx

(he deserved it he got sloshed)

alpine

Jack Doohan: terror!

He’s never been more terrified in his LIFE 

Like girl he’s having heart palpitations. Why are you scaring him like this????

Anyway, gets Pierre’s advice on red carpets because he’s a #cannesqueen 

Lets you pick everything and just shows up on the day pumped full of coffee and shaking from the fear 

Ends up EATING on the carpet 

Serves down tbh (all thanks to you)

Admits he’s terrified in every single interview but is being brave for you 

Everyone online is like ‘dude drives cars at 300 miles an hours but is shitting himself on the met carpet’

Enjoys his night clinging to your arm 

Pierre Gasly: icon!

He was born ready 

He’s so excited

Gets Lewis’s advice, and shows Yuki the whole process 

Gets yuki’s advice more than yours but whatever it totally doesn’t bother you at all (it does)

Like his suit is cute but like�� we both know you’re the real star here so he very much isn’t going all out os you can have your moment

NOT A BORING TUX- something colourful 

The day of, he’s never keeping his hands off you, like it’s BAD 

Interviewers even tell him to calm down 

He really enjoys himself 

Ends up playing chess with Lewis online inside

Wants to go again

Franco Colapinto: freaky

He doesn’t really get it at the beginning, but deffo is happy to go for you 

Doesn’t know anything about fashion so he lets you pick everything, but has strong feelings about certain things 

“I’m not wearing gloves, mi vita.”

“That’s so uncomfortable mi amor!”

“Do you think Lewis will like this?” constantly. 

#dramaking 

In the end, he really likes his suit and thanks you for all the work you put in to planning it 

You’d think he’d be his fine and charming self the day of, but no. He’s even worse! 

He’s his horny, fine, and charming self 

Refuses to keep his hands to himself all damn day 

Says CRAZY things in front of the vogue cameras in spanish, so bad that you have to ask them to cut it out of the video 

DOWNRIGHT FREAKY ON THE CARPET 

Hands all over you girl 

admits insane things in interviews 

“Well, yes, she looks beautiful. I’m more looking forward to taking it off her tonight,” with an innocent smile as you watch your career die in front of your eyes 

He’s fucking you in the car on the way to the after-party, 🤷

Paul Aron: my icon and king paul aron 

He’s ready for his moment 

Is scared but like… doesn’t let it show, which in turn makes you more stressed because like, he should be scared but he's not so now you’re more scared but anyway

He’s involved in everything 

very much gets Lewis’s and Pierre’s advice 

Talks to Oscar about it too (shockingly, deeply unhelpful) 

NOT A BORING BLACK TUX!!!

Genuinely researches the theme and hits the nail straight on the head. 

He looks GOOD 

Gets embarrassed because you refused to keep your hands off him 

(he’s secretly enjoying every moment) 

Is extremely grateful when you’re seated at the same table as Lewis so he actually has someone to talk to 

You have to persuade him not to wear sneakers 😭

Retired Drivers: 

Jenson Button: LOVES IT 

He was born ready 

BORING WHITE TUX BUT WHATEVER 

Helps you plan out your outfit 

Compliments you in every single interview, and cannot keep his hands to himself 

Tbf, you can't keep your hands off him either 

You’re giving POWER COUPLE on the carpet 

Lewis and Jenson have a little reunion on the carpet and inside 

You spend the night chatting with hollywood's elites while Jenson and Lewis race each other on spinny chairs they found 

Mark Webber: icon (drags oscar along too)

If you invited Mark, Oscar is coming too, it’s just a rule

You three look like a family fr 

BORING BLACK TUXES FOR THE BOTH OF THEM (BOOOOOOO)

Oscar kind of complains but you shut that down REAL quick 

Mark is having a great time with trying to make Oscar teach him the names of celebrities when Oscar clearly doesn’t fucking know 

Mark is handsy on the carpet and Oscar complains like a teenager the whole time 

“Jesus guys, get a fucking room.” 

“Fuck’s sake Mark, keep it to yourselves.”

He ends up enjoying himself as your son for the day

Mark has fun too 

Nico Rosberg: brittany 

He was born to serve do NOT play 

He dedicates so much time and ends up really enjoying the design process 

NOT A BORING BLACK TUX!!!!

You bring back the ‘brittany’ nickname and he literally side-eyes you like crazy every time you do it 

You almost want him to grow out his hair again 

Subtle matching with you two 

On the carpet, he admits he’s only really there for you (LIE) 

Lewis comes with someone and there’s an incredible Paul Mescal, Daisy Edgar-Jones, and Phoebe Bridgers style photo where Lewis is looking at Nico as he has someone on his arm, and Nico is just posing on his own like a diva 

It goes viral on twitter 

They also end up adding so much more fuel to the flames because they post a selfie from the bathroom where Lewis has his arm around his shoulder and they’re both clearly violently drunk 

Sebastian Vettel: bored

He’s NOT wearing a tie ‼️

Wants to bring your kids along but you won’t let him

Very much sulks about that 

Anyway, spends a bunch of time on research, only to wear a black tux with little bits of bee embroidery because he’s just a diva 🙄

Talks with Lewis 

PRACTICALLY SPEED-RUNS THE CARPET 

You’re actually pissed at how fast he’s gone but he apologises and says he wanted you to have your moment 

Facetimes the kids 

Then gets shit-faced and convinces you to get shit-faced

Drunk sex in the hotel room 😀

Logan Sargeant: scared ✌️

I mean this man is basically only seen in team kit or frat boy fits so…. idk what you’re expecting 

Definitely following your lead on everything 

Talks to Lewis about it briefly but like… walks away more confused tbh

Baby he is scared for his life as he walks that carpet 

BORING BLACK SUIT WARRIOR (when will these men learn?)

He’s a cutie tho, barely lets go of your hand because he’s so scared 

You two get some cute candids on the carpet when you make him laugh to distract him from his (warranted) fear 

Daniel Ricciardo: girl he’s not getting stuck with anne hathaway again 

He has revenge to enact 

Bro’s showing up decked out 

he genuinely thinks about his suit for so long and pays a bunch of attention to the little details 

Has something to remind him of you in his suit 

The day of, he’s holding himself back from you 

Genuinely cannot and will not keep his hands to himself 

On the carpet, he kisses and dips you (drama king!), making you both laugh, and he almost drops you 😐

Spots anne hathaway inside and hides from her all night 

Ends up giving an interview with Lewis

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

What kinks/fetishes the Thunderbolts have

Yelena/Bucky/John/Ava/Alexei/Bob x fem!reader

warning : +18, mdni, kinks and fetishes are discussed here

Summary : Everyone has their preferences, whether it's their favorite color, genres, music, or even in bed with their loved one. It's human nature; they may have been heroes, but at the end of the day, they were human too. Heroes who all have their own preferences and enjoy doing them with their lover.

info : Finally some smut for the team! I've been wanting to write a John Walker one-shot for days, but I can't get away from them. Have fun reading your favorite ;)

masterlist

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Yelena

Teasing = She loves teasing her partner, which might start during the day with a wink, a kiss, and a touch, and end up in bed at night. Yelena loves seeing her lover try everything to keep control and not throw herself at the blonde. But how could she resist when Yelena gave her so much with every touch of her body before gently smiling and pulling away? Yelena knew her girlfriend's body and she was far from finished with her teasing.

“You're really cute when you're so desperate. I know how much you want me... Come on, one more time and then maybe I'll let you have me”

Lingerie = Yelena loves wearing erotic underwear herself, but she loves it even more when she sees it on her lover. She ran her fingers tentatively over the lace and lacing before kissing her way down the fabric to the center. Her love looked like the most beautiful thing that had ever existed, and she would take her time exploring her.

“You know exactly what you're doing to me, fuck—worse than any black widow”

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Bucky

Body worship = Bucky loves to take time for his sweetheart, not only during the day, but especially in bed, where it is important to him to take his time. Every part of her body is kissed and touched, his metal arm always holding her body as gently as possible. His real arm takes time to massage her breasts, tracing every little scar, mole, and stretch mark. For him, there was nothing more important than knowing that she was with him, that she trusted him so much.

“Let me touch you, hold you, let me spoil you, please, I need it”

Dress = Bucky is old, but even back then he liked dresses, and that hasn't changed today. He loved it when his lover wore different dresses, waited for him, and he just had to lift the fabric slightly to see how it revealed her skin, how pretty it looked on her body. It did something to the older man that he couldn't prevent, just seeing how the fabric lay on her body.

“Darling, is that a new dress? You know how you spoil an old man”

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John

Praise = If there was one thing he always needed, it was recognition and, above all, adoration from his girlfriend. It was so easy to make him blush, to feel how the soldier gave himself more and more to her. The kisses were intense, and the shiver that ran through John's body when he heard her praise was quite visible, as was the fact that he would give her anything she wanted just to hear her praise.

“Honey, is it good? Yes, please, I'm all yours, just one more time, how good am I?”

Shield = John loves his shield, whether it's bent or straight, but he loved it even more when he saw his love with it. From a nice strip show to seeing her press herself against the shield and him having to pull himself together not to take her right then on the bed when she used the bent shield as a pillow substitute to grind against.

“Fuck-I wow, honey, you have no idea what you're doing, so sexy”

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Alexei

Daddy = Alexei was a hero of the Russian nation and a proud member of the Thunderbolts. But above all, when it came to his wife, he loved it when she called him that. When he held her so tightly that she clung to him, it made him smile when he heard her, out of breath, begging for more, and Alexei gladly gave his sweetheart more of the Red Guardian

“That's right, Daddy, Red Guardian is here to be all yours”

Leather = His suit is made of leather, as is the suit of his beloved, and maybe it was just the way she looked in it. But Alexei loved seeing the material on her, feeling its coolness and warmth, seeing how it hugged her body and showed off all her best features. Oh yes, with every suit he saw her in, Alexei looked forward to a long evening where it was just the two of them.

“Darling, please keep the suit on after the mission, I want to celebrate our victory properly, just the two of us”

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Ava

Heat/Ice = She was very familiar with different states of aggregation, but above all she loved to bring them into the bedroom. Seeing how her star's breathing quickened when she ran an ice cube over her heated skin through the wax, the rapid breathing and gasping when the wax dripped onto her skin. Ava knew what she was doing and she loved seeing what she could do to her star.

“Good girl, that's it, just two more drops and I'll be all yours”

Hands = Ava loved having her own hands on her partner's body, knowing that even in such an intimate moment, they were together. But above all, she loved her beloved's soft hands, touching them, kissing them, feeling them on and inside herself. It was a feeling of connection and closeness she had never experienced before.

“Just hold me, I want you, I need you... let me feel you, yes”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bob

Pain = The pain inside him was different, it paralyzed him again and again, but the pain he got from his girlfriend kept him alive. Every little slap, every little pat, and every kiss with a bite made him relax, made him know that he was in control. He wanted it that way, and seeing that his beloved would stop anytime he wanted and kiss him and his pain made him feel completely fulfilled.

“I can take it, trust me, just one more hit and then I'm yours”

Cuddling = On dark nights, he just loved lying in her arms, cuddling her with his love, kissing her, and just letting the minutes pass. Just fucking her quietly and tenderly, sitting her on his lap, them being as close to each other as they could be. Bob always wanted her as close to him as possible so he could feel her warmth, her body, and her whole being.

“Ngh—please just stay like this, stay with me, please”

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[flowersforbucky]

cherry blossoms

bucky barnes x reader

you give bucky flowers for the first time.

word count: 1.7k

warnings/tags: established relationship, thunderbolts era but no spoilers bc i wrote this before i even saw the movie lol, minor references to ca: brave new world, fluff, reader is implied to be shorter than bucky

author's note: okay i am so sorry if you've seen this before 😭 posted it a few weeks ago and it had a bunch of issues with the tags. so i'm going to give it another shot and hope for the best.

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“Honestly, I can hardly even tell that Sam and Ross came close to destroying this place just a few weeks ago.”

The early spring air is particularly cool this evening, causing you to keep a tight hold on Bucky's flesh arm for a little extra warmth. You always joke that he's your own personal space heater. You suppose that's one benefit of the serum in his veins – even when the wind is making you shiver, you can always count on him to feel as if he’s been sitting beside a fire for hours.

He notices your tightened hold on his arm and comes to a sudden stop in the middle of the sidewalk. He shrugs out of his leather jacket, holding it open for you to step into. You’re already wearing a cardigan, but with the sun now setting over the Tidal Basin, you know it’s only going to get chillier as it gets darker. So you shove your arms into the sleeves, letting him drop the warm leather that smells like him over your shoulders.

“I had just told Sam how excited you were to see the cherry blossom trees this year,” Bucky laughs, taking your hand in his once more as you resume your stroll beneath the millions of pink blossoms. “I guess he tried to leave a few still standing.”

You snort. “How considerate of him.”

You’re both being sarcastic, of course, but you do feel incredibly lucky to be able to see the gorgeous trees – and at their peak, too. Bucky had picked the perfect weekend for your little D.C. getaway. After cramming every historical monument and museum possible into the two day trip, it’s a nice change of pace to simply leisurely meander through the park with your arm in his. You think it’s the perfect way to end the weekend before flying back to New York early in the morning.

“Are they as beautiful as you remember them being?” He asks softly, glancing down at you.

This isn’t your first time experiencing D.C.’s cherry blossom trees, but the one and only other time you’ve seen them was ages ago, as a young child. You can vaguely recall the soft baby pink petals falling around you as you sprinted down the sidewalk by the water, but it’s been so long that it feels as if you’re now seeing them with brand new eyes.

“They’re even better,” you hum, looking up at all of the branches swaying in the breeze. “Then again, that might just be because I’m here with you.” You add with a nonchalant shrug.

He chuckles, unable to hide the blush that appears on the apples of his cheeks at your flirting. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together – if you compliment him, tease him, flirt with him – he is bound to blush, his cheeks turning pinker than the flowers themselves.

You have to admit it – you like making him blush. You like that when he does, he smiles so big that it brings out the crinkles around his eyes. You like knowing that you’re the only person who can cause him this kind of physical reaction.

That’s when an idea pops into your head. It’s innocent enough – other than a couple walking with their two young children a few yards ahead of you, there’s no one else around – so it’s not like you’d be potentially embarrassing him.

You just think he’s really fucking cute when he blushes.

You pause your steps, pursing your lips to try to stop yourself from smirking. Bucky freezes, too, eyeing you with raised brows.

“What’s that look for?” He asks, his tone making it obvious that he knows you’re up to something.

“Wait right here,” you order him before pulling your arm away from his. You practically skip over to the nearest tree, reaching up to the lowest hanging branch that you can find. On your tiptoes, you delicately remove sprigs of the blossoms until you have enough to form a tiny bouquet.

You feel a little silly. You’ve never presented a guy with flowers before. But Bucky isn’t just any guy, and if any man has ever deserved flowers, you know that it’s him.

“I know it’s not quite as extravagant as the bouquet that you gave me on Valentine’s Day…” You hand him the tiny bouquet of pink flowers, thinking back to the ornate arrangement of wildflowers that he’d gifted you earlier this year. “But it’s the best I can do it at the moment.”

He opens his mouth in surprise, momentarily speechless as he accepts the flowers from you. Just as you had predicted, his cheeks begin to flush pink once more. This time brighter and more evident than before.

“For me? You shouldn't have.”

He selects one of the individual flowers and raises his hand to your head. You go still, not taking your eyes off of him as he places the stem behind your ear. You feel your own cheeks heat up at the intimate gesture.

“You know, I've always thought that pink looks pretty on you,” he tells you, moving his hand away from your ear and to your face. He cups the side of your cheek in his palm, then leans down far enough to lightly kiss your forehead.

The fleeting thought crosses your mind that it's a good thing that the walking trail for the cherry blossom trees isn't crowded this evening, because you and him are stopped right in the middle, taking your sweet time.

“We should get one, you know,” you say, nodding towards the tree closest to you. “A young one, so that we can plant it and watch it grow. We’ll have to get out of an apartment and find a place with a nice yard first, but…” You trail off in wishful thinking.

Bucky had terminated the lease to his own apartment early, choosing to move in with you. But the lease to your Brooklyn apartment will soon be up, too, and the two of you had started to have discussions about future living arrangements. Rent isn’t exactly cheap in downtown Brooklyn, and both of you long for something a bit more quiet and private.

“Whatever you want,” he murmurs. “We get out of the city and we’ll plant as many cherry trees as you want.”

One Year Later

The aroma of garlic and herbs in tonight’s dinner fills the entirety of your home from where it roasts in the oven.

For the tenth time in the last half hour, you glance at the clock while you finish washing the dishes that had been dirtied while prepping food.

It's not that you’re impatient – it’s just that Bucky is never late. Five or ten minutes, sometimes, sure. But never forty five minutes. He’d sent you a text only a few hours ago telling you that he’d be home at six o’clock, and the digital clock on the oven now reads 6:42.

You had tried to call him when you realized he was half an hour later, just to make sure that everything is alright, but his phone went straight to voicemail. You reminded yourself that he’s the worst at remembering to charge his phone, and that he is likely driving home and totally fine.

But despite how many times you’ve tried to assure yourself of this, you can’t stop yourself from pacing the kitchen floor or from glancing out the window at your driveway every other minute. You even opened said window and turned off the music you’d been listening to while preparing dinner so that you’d be able to hear the loud engine of his truck when he’s close to home.

Just when you’re about to click on his name in your call history again, you feel the familiar vibration of tires against gravel. By the time that you get to your kitchen window, his pick-up truck’s headlights are shining in the direction of the house. You exhale, relieved that you’d been overthinking. As you tend to do, when it comes to his safety.

You shove your feet into a pair of slippers, stepping outside to greet him from the front porch. Maybe it’s just residual nerves, but you instinctively lean against the bannister, crossing your arms over your chest.

He hops out of his truck and you immediately notice an expression of undeniable excitement on his face. It eases your lingering anxiety, knowing that he’s here and that he’s seemingly unharmed.

You just never fucking know with him.

“What’s got you so smiley?” You chuckle, walking down the few porch steps to greet him. He instantly opens his arms to you, and you practically jump off the last step into his embrace. Right away, you know that he’s been sparring with Sam. His t-shirt is slightly damp with perspiration and you can smell the freshly reapplied deodorant.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he murmurs in sincerity. “I was going to text you and but my phone is dead. Time got away from me while boxing with Sam…” he trails off, planting a kiss to your forehead. “And I may have had to make a quick stop somewhere on my way home.”

You pull back, looking at him quizzically. “Oh, yeah? Where’s that?”

He jerks his head in the direction of his truck with a mischievous grin. “Come and see for yourself.”

You follow him to the truck bed, your mouth immediately falling open at what lays inside.

“Is that--?”

“A baby cherry blossom tree?” He interrupts, clearly satisfied at successfully surprising you. “That it is. Stopped by the local plant nursery just to see if they happened to have any. This was the very last one.”

You’re silent. You recall the moment between you and Bucky beneath the cherry blossom trees in D.C. just a year ago, when he’d promised you as many of the trees as you like once you and him got a house with a nice yard, away from the city. You’d finally moved into your new house together just before the holidays, but between getting settled in, staying busy with work, and the weather simply being too cold to even thinking about flower blossoms until recently, the conversation about getting a cherry tree of your own had completely slipped your mind.

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his midsection again.

You feel the vibration radiate from his chest when he laughs.

“Of course I remember the first time a girl gave me flowers.”

thank you so much for reading, as always comments and reblogs are always so appreciated 💖🫶🏻 and once again i'm sorry for the repost!

[gazstations]

For the serial killer au: how did they meet? And how on earth did the polycule form?! I am absolutely enthralled with this story!

Ah, great questions!!!

I’m really trying to think out of the box here, hehe.

I like the idea that reader is a published author. She doesn't have a big portfolio, but she has published two crime/mystery books. Simon (because I headcanon he’s an avid reader) stumbles upon them. And gets some *cough* inspiration *cough.*

Who is this little doe that has such creative ways to describe murder?

Showed up at a book signing for your second book. Played the part of awkward and gentle well until he left with your number. I think at this point the lads were already established in their poly relationship. And Simon wants you apart of it—whether friendship or relationship. He doesn’t care.

It’s amazing you didn’t fright when the latest killings that appeared on the news were very similar to your stories, just changed enough to make it seem like merely a coincidence.

You fall for Simon easily. Unsure of why he seems hesitant to just kiss you or do anything.

Simon eventually does reveal he wants to introduce you to 3 important people. You, excited to make more friends, invite them all over for dinner. You like to cook, it’s a perfect excuse to show off the new wine glasses you just got as well.

Oh doe, inviting them into your house was basically an invitation.

I think the other three saw quickly why Simon was smitten with you. The way you talked about your books proudly, how you said you liked being as accurate as possible. You were perfect. You basically provided the ideas, they did the dirty work.

I don’t think they waste time with anything. Quick and tactical wins the race. They all cornered you that night, assuring you it would all be okay and they would take care of you.

They meant it in every way. You don’t ever have to work another day. They also meant they were going to make your legs jelly and brain so fried you were hooked on them forever. They’re very obsessive, don’t know how to be anything other than intense.

You don’t even know how you ended up with four men locked in on your every move. Unfortunately, they don’t have tv out where you live so you can never see the news reports. You only ever share your ideas with them, so you would only wonder why there are killings eerily similar You’re smart, you’ll piece it together one day.

I think meeting Simon to the time of the polycule was a little drawn out, but once they all agreed they liked you, there was nothing stopping them.

Just ask Gaz, once upon a time, he was in your position as well. Preyed on, snagged, and then manipulated to be just like them.

They would never make you kill though. They just need you to keep using that pretty little brain of yours.

I hope that answered everything for you!! Thank you for the ask!

[devilish-cherry]

ᨳ♡₊➳ how they help during your period

ᨳ♡₊➳ feat. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, higuruma, shiu

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff, slight nsfw but nothing serious

ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: request from this ask! currently being held hostage by my own period so this felt like the perfect time to tackle this request. tried to keep the symptoms general bc we all suffer in our own special ways. hope you all enjoy 🙂‍↕️

₊⊹. Satoru Gojo

₊⊹. Gojo will buy you the dumbest heating pads on the internet: one's shaped like Gudetama, another is a buff Jigglypuff. You're exasperated. But also using them.

₊⊹. He googled "how to help partner on period" and then mansplained it to you like a TED Talk. "So apparently prostaglandins are to blame for your cramps. Isn't that such a loser name for a hormone?"

₊⊹. Gojo, after seeing you curled up and wincing from cramps, throws himself face-first on the bed next to you and goes, "I think I can feel them too. Empathic link. It's the Six Eyes. I'm basically menstruating." You slap him with a pillow and he dramatically yells, "DOMESTIC VIOLENCE?! WHILE I BLEED IN SPIRIT?!"

₊⊹. You groan and double over. He instantly teleports behind you and drops to his knees. "Get on. Backpack mode." He piggybacks you around the apartment while muttering dramatic anime OST lyrics. He stops at the fridge. "Want strawberries?" You tell him yes. He proceeds to spoon-feed them to you while making airplane noises.

₊⊹. He will 100% insist on period sex 'for science.' He genuinely looks curious. "So, like. If I activate Infinity... does that mean I technically never touch the blood?" He is forcibly removed from the bedroom.

₊⊹. When you sigh heavily from discomfort, he'll dramatically fall onto the bed beside you, matching your sigh with exaggerated flair and groaning, "The burdens we hot people bear, huh?"

₊⊹. When you can't sleep from pain, he lies awake beside you, rambling about obscure Digimon trivia from his youth as he draws little hearts on your back with his fingertip until you drift off. He's proud his niche knowledge is finally useful.

₊⊹. Suguru Geto

₊⊹. Geto somehow knows your cycle better than you. Not because he tracks it obsessively but because he's that terrifyingly observant, "You're due in three days. I've already stocked the soba, heat packs, and I have chamomile ready." You look at him like he's some sort of mystic. He just smirks and continues slicing green onions.

₊⊹. He's unfazed by blood. You bled through your pants once and panicked. He just looked down calmly. "Blood is natural. You are sacred. I've killed 112 villagers in one night, this is fine."

₊⊹. If you want affection, he’s all over it. If you want to be left alone, he disappears like mist. Only to reappear 20 minutes later with a warm drink, just in case you changed your mind.

₊⊹. If you get clingy, like full-on emotional barnacle, he lets you. Doesn't even blink when you insist on lying directly on top of him like a heated blanket burrito. He'll just mutter, "Guess I'm immobilized now," and carry on reading with one hand resting lightly on your back like it's the most natural thing.

₊⊹. Geto keeps a hidden stash of menstrual supplies in the bathroom, meticulously organized. When you discover his stockpile, he smirks, "Preparation level: Dad of Teenage Girls. Amateur hour ended a decade ago."

₊⊹. If you're out at work or something and he knows you're in pain, you start receiving cryptic but oddly soothing texts like, "Drink something warm. Don't argue. I'm watching." You have no idea how. But he is watching.

₊⊹. When you fall asleep from exhaustion, he adjusts your limbs so you won't cramp further and he stays beside you. Occasionally brushing hair from your face with a faint smile like you're a fleeting dream he doesn't want to wake.

₊⊹. Kento Nanami

₊⊹. "You're not dying. It just feels like you are." Delivers this line in a deadpan tone with tea and a heat pack because he genuinely wants to help. But he refuses to sugarcoat it.

₊⊹. He noticed you wincing once and now tracks your cycle better than you do like a sentient calendar. "Your period should start tomorrow. You want me to stop for anything on the way home?"

₊⊹. Nanami is your domestic god. He doesn't joke, he just executes. Heating pad? Done. Soup? Simmering. Ibuprofen? Already in your hand. You're curled up on the couch and he just tucks you in like a burrito, sits beside you, opens a book, and radiates quiet husband energy.

₊⊹. He always carries extra pads in his bag. When asked about them, he replies, "Emergency preparedness is a fundamental adult skill."

₊⊹. He refuses to let you do chores while you're cramping. Once you tried to clean and he stared at you so long in silence you actually got scared. "Stop." he said, simply. "You are not allowed to suffer and vacuum."

₊⊹. You once mentioned your back hurt. He cracked his knuckles like a shonen protagonist and said, "I read a Swedish study on pressure point relief." then gave you the most life-altering massage of your existence. You almost cried. He muttered, "It's basic muscle care."

₊⊹. Nanami holds your hand during the worst moments. Always gently. Always like it’s the easiest thing in the world to make you feel safer. Sometimes he just rubs his thumb across your knuckles and says nothing. Like he’s anchoring you in place.

₊⊹. Choso Kamo

₊⊹. Choso learned about periods in great detail via one of those god-awful health class pamphlets left on a table at Jujutsu High. He read it cover to cover. When you complain about cramps, he nods gravely and says, "Yes. I have read about the uterine lining." You genuinely don't know whether to laugh or cry.

₊⊹. When you mention mood swings, he nods solemnly and places a comforting hand on your shoulder, quietly stating, "We will defeat them together." utterly serious, making you laugh despite yourself.

₊⊹. He's very careful not to overstep, because despite having his vessel's memories, he's still constantly second-guessing human behavior. So you'll catch him hovering awkwardly outside the bathroom door like, "... Should I get you a clean pair of pants? Is that considered offensive?"

₊⊹. Choso cries with you when you cry from hormonal swings. You're sobbing and he's sobbing and now you're crying because he's crying and it's just a puddle of emotions on the couch.

₊⊹. He doesn't flinch when you bleed through your sheets. Zero ick factor. If anything, he's kind of like, "I thought the iron scent was familiar. It's very... cozy." You're horrified. He's content.

₊⊹. He tried to cook you miso soup once to help soothe your cramps but forgot to turn off the burner. You both ended up with slightly burnt soup and an open window to get the smoke out. "I failed." he muttered. You told him it was still good. He looked at you like you'd just declared everlasting love. He's been trying new recipes every cycle since.

₊⊹. When you're sore and sluggish, he doesn't push you to do anything. He just follows you around the apartment quietly doing everything before you have the chance to. You reach for a mug? It's already full of hot tea. You try to stand up? He's already placed a fuzzy blanket on your lap. "Rest," he says, softly. "You're leaking." Thank you, boyfriend of the year.

₊⊹. Toji Fushiguro

₊⊹. The second he notices you curled up like a dying shrimp on the bed, face down, blanket over your head like you're trying to cease existing, he doesn't ask, he just knows. The man's been through two marriages and several long-term flings. Your monthly suffering isn't new territory for him. His first reaction? A sharp, "You good?" but it's Toji-speak for "Do I need to go kill someone or is this just cramps?"

₊⊹. Toji will 100% eat all of your snacks. But then he buys you twice as much to make up for it and drops the bags in front of you saying, "Eat. Or don't. I dunno. Up to you."

₊⊹. He does not understand hot water bottle covers. "Why the hell does it have a face?" he mutters while staring down your Sanrio-themed cover like it insulted his bloodline. Still warms it up for you every night.

₊⊹. Toji somehow acquires random knowledge about menstrual products, casually mentioning, "They have organic ones now, whatever the hell that means. Do you care or is that bullshit?"

₊⊹. He brings home food for you even when you said "I'm not hungry." Because he knows. He knows you'll sniff it and change your mind in 3.2 seconds.

₊⊹. He insists on carrying you bridal-style up the stairs when your cramps are peak awful. "Romantic, huh?" he smirks. Then slams his knee into the doorframe and nearly drops you. "Fuck—romance canceled."

₊⊹. He starts stockpiling comfort items a week in advance. Not because he's sentimental. Just because "it's easier than dealing with you on edge and empty-handed."

₊⊹. Hiromi Higuruma

₊⊹. Higuruma doesn't flinch when you groan and dramatically announce, "I am perishing. This is the end." He glances up from his book, deadpan. "We should draft your will. I assume I inherit the heated blanket?" No smile. Just pure monotone. But he's already tucking the blanket around you like a human burrito.

₊⊹. One particularly bad day, you tell him you feel gross. He immediately pauses whatever he's doing, cups your face like you're the last honest witness in a corrupt trial, and says very seriously, "Don't do that. You're experiencing a biological function. You wouldn't call someone disgusting for sneezing."

₊⊹. When your cramps hit so hard you start walking like a villain with a backstory, he matches your pace down the hallway like it's totally normal to be power-walking with someone who looks like they're about to start monologuing about vengeance. He doesn't say a word, just keeps pace.

₊⊹. He never says a thing about your oversized pajamas or the nest of snacks around you. In fact, he once brought you more Pocky and placed it on the bed with reverence. "Your altar of comfort appears understocked."

₊⊹. He sends you detailed texts updating the progression of menstrual leave legislation in Japan. "See? Soon, your uterus's tyranny will be punishable by paid leave."

₊⊹. You once fell asleep half-sobbing and woke up with him spooning you from behind, hand on your stomach like he's attempting to telepathically cancel the uterus subscription. He murmured, "I'd take your pain if I could." He meant it. No theatrics. Just quiet, intense sincerity because when Hiromi Higuruma commits to caring about someone, he doesn't do it halfway.

₊⊹. During your period, your appetite gets weird. Sometimes it's one grape and you're full. Sometimes it's 8,000 calories of pure evil. You texted him once, "I want fries. And mochi. And pickles. Also maybe… curry?" 35 minutes later he showed up with all of it. Didn't say a word. Just set the bags down and kissed your forehead.

₊⊹. Shiu Kong

₊⊹. When you lie dramatically across the bed claiming your death is imminent, he responds with, "Should I call the morgue or just put on that one drama you pretend not to cry at?" You throw a pillow.

₊⊹. He never complains about you turning the air conditioner to "Arctic Tundra" because your internal body temperature is currently set to Satan's front porch. He just silently adds another blanket onto himself like a polite boyfriend-turned-snowman.

₊⊹. You once bled through your pants in public. Shiu wordlessly shrugged off his coat and tied it around your waist, his face unreadable. "Happens. Don't let it ruin your evening. I've seen worse. Like Toji's parenting skills."

₊⊹. You ask for a massage offhandedly, not expecting anything, but Shiu responds with alarming seriousness. "I've studied torture—I mean pressure points, professionally. Let's see how transferable these skills are." You have the best massage of your existence.

₊⊹. When you finally fall asleep during a painwave, he goes full ghost mode. Doesn't talk. Stays in place. He opens a bag of chips slower than a bomb diffusal expert and chews like he's being held hostage.

₊⊹. You've learned not to hide your discomfort from him because Shiu notices anyway. He'll raise an eyebrow and announce dramatically, "We've reached crisis levels. You're walking like an elderly penguin. Come here."

₊⊹. He subtly adjusts his smoking habits around you during menstruation, stepping outside to light up without a word. When questioned, he deflects smoothly, "Trying to avoid becoming collateral damage to your heightened sense of smell."

[rinsnumber1fan]

Where bf rin walks up to you and sees you in a MAID OUTFIT.

You were a staff member in Blue Lock. One particular day, you were exhausted because of all the work you were given, managing files, statistics, keeping up with the blue lock players. Since you didn't really ever get the chance to talk to the only female in blue lock, Anri, you decided that for a break you'd visit her dorm room.

You made your way in her room uninvited like you owned the place, and you jumped over her bed with a yawn. "I'm exhausted." You groaned and Anri had a tired smirk on her face with the whole being bossed around by ego thing. "First time?"

An incredible idea popped into her brain "you know I have an idea." She begins with a grin "I'll let you test out some of my clothes and you can see which one you like. And in exchange you give me that red satin dress you showed me the other day." You squinted your eyes, " That's a little unfair , you know. That dress costed me a fortune." You argued but she sighed.

"Alright atleast let me get the white one." You blinked twice, "deal."

And with that the two of you began rummaging in her drawer, looking for different clothes and you even tried a few. They were great.

Something peeked from the corner of your eye, and you pulled it out of the drawer and undid it while anri tried on your dress. "Woah what's this?" You titled your head.

It was a white colored dress with a blacks in it, and revealing cleavage. [Somewhat like the cosplay Marin Kitagawa did] it was really , really sexy.

So I tugged it back in. "You won't try it on?" Anris voice had an obvious grin on it. "It's way too- revealing.. and where would I even wear this?" But I feel like I shouldve asked why she had this in the first place...

She groaned "you're so boring." And I closed my lips together, "shut up..." But she forced me to wear it anyway.

"HEY- OI!!!" "Just trust me!!!"

-- meanwhile --

Rin was walking down the hallways of the night instead of sleeping. He needed his phone to make a call to his mother who was really worried about him being out there alone.

He was caught in between all the different floors and doors and couldn't find egos office. In the end, he decided to enter that one room which seemed like it had the most light coming from the inside.

He turned the door knob, opened it, stopped and froze.

Because he totally just saw his girlfriend wearing some weirdly cute sexy maid outfit. The words die in his throat for a moment, his eyes unintentionally linger on your frame for a few moments before he let's out the smallest of a sound from his mouth which sounded like a "u- a-..." like he didn't know where to start.

And you? You were a whole other being right now. You literally almost passed out when you see that man who was too shy to even hold your hand in public in your doorway- well it was Anris.

"R-R-RIN!!!! UHH THIS IS... NOT..." a few awkward chuckles escape your mouth and you step forward towards rin to stop him from misunderstanding anything but rin already broke. You turned to your left, to your right, where did Anri go?!

Rin clears his throat, "yeah... I'm sure." You almost smack him , "why do you sound so sarcastic?!" He paused for a brief moment before his eyes lingered on your eyes, his gaze slowly felt half lidded and lustful and it almost felt like he was undressing you with his eyes.

"I just," he walked closer, and you stepped back. "You're.. really pretty..."

Red.

He had a fucking nosebleed.

Trails of crimson dripped down from his nose to the tip of his upper lip, he froze - you froze. "RIN!!! YOURE DYING--"

"i- ill come back later--" and he steps back, trying to shut the door but not when you lean closer with those oh so very oblivious eyes, "No!! You're having a nosebleed!!" And he feels himself twitch when you get closer. "God, stop- that.." and he took another step back.

"Don't forget to change when you get back!" He yelled as he literally ran away from the situation. And maybe from the ever growing bulge in his pants.

You stood there for a moment with a confused, blinking expression and tilted your head to the side "Uh...i think i did something wrong."

Yes, you started a war.

A/N: LEAVE A COMMENT PSLPSLSPLSLSPLS I WENT BLUE THEMED FOR THIS ONE!!!

[melanchoire]

thinking about daniela saying she is not into girls but until she has her first lesbian experience everything changes for her (i bet she is a natural pussy eater)

cw: cunnilingus, face sitting.

daniela maintaining her stance that she is straight and would never be with a woman until it comes to you, her friend who certainly makes her doubt sometimes and wouldn’t mind being with you. yes, daniela may get a little fruity during a party and probably end up kissing a friend, but when it comes to you it’s different

so imagine one night having a girls’ night out with her, being in your room and watching a stupid show on tv while you two eat snacks and laugh at how stupid the alcohol in your system was making you both. daniela has personality by nature but being a little drunk would increase this and would make you smile and laugh every second, of course, until she takes advantage of the moment when you’re distracted laughing to look at your body shamelessly and be able to devour you with her eyes without any problem because you’re focused on something else and you don’t notice her gaze on you

daniela would start with something simple like “you look very pretty today.” but her gaze screams desire rather than friendship and admiration… and well, you notice it when she climbs on top of your body and finally kisses you 😵‍💫 she would start something subtle in case you want to move away and she is looking for your answer, almost immediately putting her tongue inside your mouth when she feels you push your body against her and whimper against her lips

and daniela is a 10/10 pussy eater. you know girlies, that tongue flick during gnarly interlude 🙏🏻 i know she devours pussy with her whole mouth and literally makes a mess of saliva because she gets messy and eating pussy makes her stupid 🫠 i can also say that she would be attracted to facesitting because she would really like the idea of being able to grope your ass while you grind your pussy against her mouth + daniela would literally make you sit on her face and she wouldn’t care if you struggled to breathe because this is the best way to die in her opinion

[c4hr4yz3e]

Sweet Treats - George Clarke x fem!Reader

Summary: George has been a bit down recently. But it's nothing a sweet treat can't fix.

Warnings: like 1 swear word

Notes: hit a massive writer's block on the When in Doncaster final part, so started this instead lol

Word Count: 1.9k

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After a final adjustment of the ring light and a quick wipe of the bench, it was ready to go. With a quick breath, you finally clicked the button, the little blinking red light on your camera assuring you it was rolling.

Within seconds, the viewers started flooding in. The chat was racing with excited comments and greetings.

“Hi everyone! How are we all?”

A smile spread across your face almost instantly. Your viewer community was so lovely and supportive – small, perhaps, but they never failed to make your day. You’d started streaming before you became affiliated with the UKYT scene and had been gradually growing in popularity. But thankfully, nothing much had changed. Despite being in the odd video with Chris, the Arthurs, Bach, and George, you’d been lucky enough to keep your small Twitch community. You were able to stay at a comfortable few thousand loyal subscribers – and you liked it that way. There was something safe in just doing what you loved without the pressure of pleasing a large audience. Your little community was all you needed.

You’d seen the stress the boys go through to please their large fanbases. Keeping up with millions of sometimes impatient fans across multiple platforms was hard at times. Especially for George recently. Despite his seemingly chill persona, George had been a bit on edge over the past couple of weeks. Balancing filming for the Sidemen, podcasts, streaming on Twitch every other day, on top of filming and coming up with his own YouTube ideas, was becoming a lot to handle. There had been nights where he’d lock himself in his room for hours on end and beg you to ignore him until he finished his seemingly endless list of tasks. By the time he'd emerge, the exhaustion would be etched into his face. His eyes drooping and crease lines on his forehead. No words would be exchanged as he padded over and curled into you, falling asleep almost comically fast with his face tucked into the crook of your neck. It was tough, seeing your usually bouncing-off-the-walls boyfriend so tired and stressed. So you decided to help him out a little.

User 1: Good morning, Y/n and chat!!

User 2: Hello everybody!

User 3: Looking gorgeous as always, y/n!!

User 4: cooking stream??? chef y/n is back!!!!

Ah yes, the multitude of ingredients lining your bench. Flour, sugar, a plethora of chocolate chip varieties – today was going to be a long one.

“Alrightie, my lovelies! In case you haven’t already picked up on it – today we’re doing a baking stream! I haven’t done one of these in a while and you guys enjoyed it so much last time I thought I’d bring it back.” The chat spiked, voicing their approval and sending your long-unused baking emote. “And buckle up, team – we’re doing a long stream today.”

And it was – George was out filming for the Sidemen until around 4 p.m. A quick glance at your watch told you it was 10:30. And you had no doubt you’d still be in the kitchen by the time George got home.

“George has been a little bit busy recently, so today I’m going to be making a few of his favourites, and a few other goodies for him to try. Anyone who knows George knows he loves a good sweet treat, so we’re spoiling him a little bit because, quite frankly, he deserves it.”

The chat flowed with lovely messages.

User 5: their relationship is so cute I’m CRYING

User 6: What I wouldn’t do to have y/n baking me cookies 😭😭😭

User 7: She’s peak girlfriend, I fear

One by one, you ran through all the things you planned to make with your viewers. Chocolate chip and M&M cookies – one of George’s favourites, melting moments – one of your specialties George had been pestering you to let him try, peanut butter cookies, blueberry muffins as a "healthy" option, double chocolate brownies, and finally, a lemon, ginger and coconut slice. A long day indeed. But George was worth it.

To further conceal the surprise, you’d temporarily blocked all of your friends on Twitch, so they wouldn’t be able to see your stream. Thankfully, your chat agreed to keep the stream quiet.

“Okay, I have a whole system ready, guys,” you say with a giggle as you hold up your whiteboard checklist. “I’m going to start with the slice and melting moments, so they can set before George gets home. I’ll work my way through, and make his chocolate chip biscuits and the brownies last, because he likes them fresh out of the oven.”

The hours flew by as you baked. Flour burst into the air on a few occasions, now dusting your hair like you'd been caught in a blizzard. Bags of chocolate chips and pretzels had been opened and scattered across the counter, even though they were definitely meant for George's cookies. Not to mention the egg casualties. The kitchen was messy, to say the least.

The view count fluctuated throughout the day, which is to be expected for an almost full-day stream. Some even left to run errands, returning hours later with an "Oh my goodness, she's STILL going??". It was a long stream, but hey, a lengthy day with your Twitch community was a lot better than an entire day baking alone for hours on end. Throughout the day, your followers made small donations, choosing songs to add to the ever-growing playlist and sending you Text-to-Voice messages with questions, compliments, and random facts – baking streams were definitely a favourite.

By 3 p.m. you'd made the slice, three batches of biscuits, muffins, as well as an unplanned strawberry cake. Home stretch.

User 8: George better appreciate all this effort girl damn

User 9: @user8 if he doesn't, I'm here and willing to eat everything

You let out a laugh at the banter before a ping on your phone caught your attention.

George Pig ❤️✨: Filming wrapped a little early. Should be back in about an hour xx

Me: Great!! See you soon xx

"Well, chat, we have an hour. Keep those songs coming in!"

The next hour is controlled chaos. Flour and chocolate powder particles flying through the air as the batters were whisked quickly, bubbles floating around as you scrubbed the dirty dishes. Your viewers queued up various white-girl anthems to hype you up, speakers blasting 2010s top 20 hits at borderline obscene volumes. The timer for the last tray of cookies sounded through the kitchen just as the front door pushed open.

"I'm home, love!" your boyfriend's voice echoed down the hallway. He sounded content – like he'd had a good day but was excited to be home.

Your smile was instant. "In the kitchen, hon!"

User 10: awwwwwwwww

User 11: yall see how fast she smiled??? 😭

User 12: y/n gets custody of me if there's a divorce

User 13: please I'm too lonely and hormonal for this

User 14: CAN WE SEE HIM PLEASE??

User 15: Y/N WE NEED A LIVE REACTION

You placed the final tray of cookies on the bench and turned the music off just as George wandered into the room. Upon seeing the kitchen, and the delicious spread of cookies and baked goods covering the countertop, he slowed.

"What's all this then?" His smile was wide and his eyes held a mix of disbelief and appreciation.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you."

He only let out a breathy laugh as he walked over and wrapped his arms around you. Instantly, you melted into him, the familiar warmth in your chest blossoming at the feeling of his strong arms circling your waist and faint heartbeat against yours. His hand threaded into your hair to gently tug you closer, allowing him to nestle his face into you. His deep, grounding breath didn't go unnoticed by you. Instead of pulling away, you allowed his scent to envelop you, along with a hint of grass and Mexican food. It was so easy to get lost in him. Especially when he held you like this. What you both momentarily neglected to realise was that the camera was still rolling.

User 16: oh. my. god????

User 17: I'm so lonely guys

User 18: they're so perfect together I'm gonna scream

User 19: may this type of love find me

"Oh, hi chat!" George's voice broke you from your trance. But his hold on your waist didn't waver as he looked over to watch the scrolling messages. "How long has she been on today?"

User 20: All. Day.

User 21: I think I've been here since 11ish??

"11ish?" George burst out, his hands finding your cheeks and tilting your face to meet his eyes, blown wide in shock. "Darling, you've been baking for over five hours?"

Your hands instinctively found his wrists, stroking the skin gently as you spoke, "I had chat to keep me company, we had fun! And I did promise them a live taste test, if that's okay?"

George couldn't help the grin taking over his face as he caught the cheeky glint in your eyes. "You know I can never say no to your baking, love." You turned to walk back to the benchtop before he caught your face. "Wait."

He licked his thumb and swiped it over your cheek, eyes laser focused. After seeing your nose scrunch up in mock disgust, he just gave you a playful smirk. "You had chocolate on your face."

You turned to your camera with a look of betrayal that was quickly overshadowed by your growing smile. "Why did you lot not say anything?"

And with that, you took his hand in yours and led him to the benchtop. One by one, you both tasted all the creations, George toasting each goodie with a signature rhyme. Each bite was met with widening eyes and groans falling from his lips, somehow more impressed by each treat than the last. The way his eyes filled with emotion when you presented him with his favourite cookies did not go unnoticed.

Finally, with bellies full and trays embarrassingly empty, it was time to end the stream.

"Thank you so much for joining me today, guys! I'll be updating next week's stream schedule in the next few days, so hope to see you guys soon!" George's arm snaked around your waist and tugged you into his side, waving at the camera with a smile. "Bye everyone!"

User 22: bye y/n and george!!

User 23: thank you for the long stream mother🙏🙏

User 24: see everyone next time!

A silence fell over the room like a warm blanket as the camera light flickered to a stop.

"I can't believe you did all this for me."

George's eyes were full of love. He always looked at you like you hung the moon and stars, but his gaze now somehow held even more.

You didn't need to say why you did it – he already knew. That was something that made your relationship so special. There was such a deep and raw understanding of each other that couldn't really be explained, and it had started within weeks of knowing each other.

At your first pub crawl with the boys, George, somehow sensing your social battery depleting, had led you outside with a protective hand on the small of your back. When you'd asked him how he knew, he’d simply answered, "Just a feeling." And you were the same for him. He'd been editing in his room, and opened his door to find you standing there holding a warm box from his favourite pizza place. He asked you how you knew he was hungry, or how he even felt like a pizza, and you'd simply parroted back to him: "Just a feeling." Your friends joked that you were telepathic. But your favourite theory, by far, was ArthurTV's: you were stardust soulmates. Every human has remnants of stardust in their bodies, and Arthur always said that you and George "had to be" from the same star. And it almost became a little theme in your relationship.

No words were needed. You just wrapped your arms around him, carding your fingers into his curls like you were anchoring yourself. His head immediately dropped to nestle into the crook of your neck, pulling you tightly into his chest in unspoken gratitude. For a beautiful moment, everything was quiet, broken only by soft breaths and syncing heartbeats.

His voice came out no louder than a whisper, "I love you. So fucking much."

"I love you too."

"And you have flour in your hair."

[saltyfem]

This is still a misunderstanding. I became a gender abolitionist before I had radfem-ish beliefs and very little in my understanding has changed.

Gender is real, it's a system that enforces the patriarchy aka "gender" (sex) roles basically. Gender identity is real as well, it is a set of beliefs about the self. They are both social/mental constructs.

You seem to believe I want gender roles to be based on one's sex, but why is that? Radfems are primarily gnc women, who don't shave, crossdress, date other women, are angry and confident etc. All things that I would actually hate if what you thought was true.

I do believe in "abolition of gender/sex roles and expectations in their entirety" but I am also a materialist. Me being a materialist results in 2 things

1. I do not call for the abolition of sex based categories (as you presumably do) before the end of patriarchy. Were the words male/female to disappear the patriarchy would continue to exploit women, but now we would not have the political framework to discuss it, we would have to build a new one from the ground up. This is similar to if laws aganist housing/medical/etc discriminations were eraced towards any minority, the discrimination would only intensify as it would suddenly be legal.

2. I do not believe sex abolition would legitimately work, because simply put you cannot abolish material reality (as opposed to social constructs) you can only abolish ways to describe it. Humans would continue to reproduce sexually and one type of human would provide the egg while the other provides the sperm, it doesn't matter what you call it. In a theoretical post-patriarchy world it wouldn't be a problem, but likely we would still have problems like "we only used male cells to test this drug so it works worse for women"

Overall I hardly disagree with you on principle, I just have different ideas on execution and think the current trans community isn't effectively fighting misogyny (like calling feminists terfs for talking about female health, sex differences, etc.)

holding onto mama

[iovesentry]

you’ll be safe here joaquin torres x reader

summary: you thought you’ve moved on from it, put it all in the past. but how could you? you literally witnessed the most important person in your life, sacrifice himself in front of you. that haunted you for the rest of your life, even in your dreams.

warning(s): reader is an og avenger, witnessed tony starks death, tony used to be readers father figure, nat is alive and winterwidow makes a tiny part of the story!!!

A/N: sorry for the lack of posts guys! i’ve had no ideas whatsoever, but i promise i’ll post more soon!!

flashes of the fight kept swarming your thoughts, dreams, and even your daily life. you never forgot his face—the mad titan—the face that took away the life of the person you loved the most. remembering how the mad titan had you in his grasp, almost taking away your life. that moment kept on replaying over and over again in your dreams, dreams that turned into nightmare.

“you will be shrinked into nothing, you will witness the snap of the glove and watch everyone you love–including yourself–disappear.” thanos held your neck in his hands, slowly squeezing it. you thought it was the end, that you’ll finally find peace.

you woke up from your nightmare, drenched in sweat. getting up from your bed, you went to the bathroom and splashed your face with water. it just kept haunting you over and over again that you had to go to therapy because of it. you wished it would all go away, get tony back.

you put on a robe and slippers and made your way out of your room, going to the kitchen to get something to eat. you remembered there was leftover pizza from earlier that sam ordered, so you were looking forward to eating that. when you got to the kitchen, you were met by joaquin.

“hey, couldn’t sleep?” he asked you as you went to the fridge to get the pizza. “yup. nightmare, as always. you?” you took two slices of pizza from the box and placed it on a plate to microwave. glancing at the time on the oven, it showed 12:30 AM.

“do you… wanna talk about it?” he asked you, concern laced in his voice. joaquin always listened to your problems, whether that was about the team, a mission, something about the past, or about yourself. he always knew what right words to say too—thats what you loved about him—even though people always thought he was just a flirt.

hearing the microwave ding made you snap out of your thoughts, taking the plate and placing it beside where joaquin sat.

“uh, you know–the usual nightmares. the battle with.. thanos.” hearing your own voice crack was embarrassing, especially in front of joaquin. “he just- i miss tony. i keep remembering how it felt to be in the grasp of that mad titan. i know he’s gone but—i just can’t seem to forget, you know?” before you knew it, your eyes were already filled with tears, the pizza long forgotten at this point.

“hey, hey, hey. look, you’re the bravest person i’ve ever known. you fought him and helped save the world. i know tony would be proud of the person you’ve become now. you’re probably one of the reasons why he did it. you were one of his motivations in life.” he says the right words again. you felt his hands cup your cheeks and dry your tears, but despite that, the tears kept coming anyways.

you were now face to face with joaquin on the barstool of the kitchen, hiding your face in his chest as he cradles you and rubs your back, letting you cry in his arms. you didn’t know how long you were crying for, but eventually you calmed down. looking at his tear-soaked shirt, apologizing immediately.

“hey, sweet girl, its okay. it’ll dry off or i can just change shirts.” you wiped your tears and stared at him, admiring his current state. “thank you, joaquin. i owe you a lot.” looking down at your pizza, you took a bite and offered the other slice to joaquin. you both ended up moving to the living room and talked until 2 AM, yawning profusely.

he was talking about a random topic until he noticed you went silent. looking at you beside him, you fell asleep. your head was resting on his shoulder the entire night but he didn’t notice when you dozed off. being so careful, he got up and carried you bridal style to your room. thankfully, you and joaquin were on the same level in the compound.

he opened your door and carefully closed it, hoping not to wake your room neighbors. he placed you on your bed, tucking you in. he didn’t forget to remove your slippers and robe, putting them back to where you always place them. as he was about to leave, he felt you grab his arm.

“joaquin, can you stay. please?” sleep was evident in your voice and in your face. you were scared you might’ve made him uncomfortable, but seeing him take off his slippers and joining you in your bed, you were relieved. you rolled over to face him—still distancing yourselves a bit—looking at him make himself comfortable.

“thank you for staying, joaquin. good night.” unbeknownst to you, he didn’t sleep immediately, but he watched you fall asleep. not in a weird, creepy way, but in a way where he’s admiring how your chest rises and falls. how peaceful your face looks when you’re not stressed. how beautiful you were looking even though you’re sleeping.

“good night, pretty.” joaquin fell asleep after that, slowly snuggling to get closer to you. you both ended up cuddling throughout the night. what joaquin didn’t realize is bucky and natasha heard both of you enter your room, even hearing the closing and opening of the door. they waited until joaquin would exit your room but after waiting for about 10 minutes and yet no sign of joaquin, they looked at each other and high fived.

“do you think they finally confessed?” bucky asked natasha, earning a slap to his chest as they both also went to sleep. “hey, leave them be, james. at least joaquin is a natural at it, you were a fumbling mess whenever you used to speak to me before.” natasha chuckled, remembering her and buckys cute dates. “who said i’m not a fumbling mess anymore?” natasha laughed at that, snuggling closer to buckys side and pulling the comforter over them.

safe to say you slept peacefully that night. and the next. and the next again. until forever, for you and joaquin.

[kikidoul]

☆ ͡ COLD HANDS, COLDER HEART ︶︶ (TEASER)

"Marrying you was never part of my plan—and watching you play hero in an operating room doesn't change a thing."

"You don't have to love me, Sunghoon. But don't stand there and and look at me like I'm beneath you."

synopsis. . .ᐟ Being known as South Korea's talented and skillful neurosurgeon has it's own perks. At the same time, it also has downsides—one of it being forced into an arranged marriage with an infamous and successful CEO: Park Sunghoon. He disliked the idea of being married to someone who loves playing the role of an hero. You disliked the idea of being married to someone who wears an expensive suit, does nothing in his office and laid back. This isn't a happy-go-lucky marriage. No, this is a marriage filled with pride, resentment, cold and harsh words. Can the two of you ever find happiness in this harsh, unfair world you're thrown into?

content . .ᐟ arranged mariage au, CEO! 박성훈, neurosurgeon! fem! reader, heavy angst, hurt with comfort, gender sterotypes, unstable relationship, emotionally constipated sunghoon, arugments, slowburn, fluff if you squint, light smut, plot-focused, happy ending.

word count . .ᐟ tba (estimated to be 20k, i hope)

from hye . .ᐟ this idea struck me like lightning the moment belift dropped the concept pictures. i'm a sucker for arranged marriage and with this pic, you can't blame me for writing one for CEO! Sunghoon. would like to point out that this will have more plot than porn, since i like writing plot, so yeah. comment on this post or send an ask if you wish to be tagged for this fic!

“Look at her, she doesn’t look like she belongs here.” 

“You’re right. I bet she didn’t showered before coming over. I can smell the stench of blood on her. Ugh, let’s get out of here before I puke.” 

Laughter rippled across the dinner table, polished silverware clinking against fine china. You merely sat in silence, the bitter taste of your untouched wine lingering. Across from you, Sunghoon didn’t even glance your way. Not a word. Not a defense. Just silence—the kind that spoke volumes. After all, you were already used to this. Used to your so-called husband not saying anything to defend you. You told yourself to not take their words to heart but as this goes on, you were getting tired. 

Tired of being the laughingstock of the family. Tired of people gossiping and whispering, hands shielding their mouths—not wanting to let you know what they’re talking about. You were foolish back then, thinking your husband would step in to say something, anything but when it was clear he was disinterested in whatever’s happening around him, you gave up. There’s no point in trying to chase after someone who’s insistent on following his morals. 

~ 

“I’ve told you before, didn’t I? You’re only wasting your time and life away, trying to play the hero. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess.” 

Smack! 

A series of gasps echoed amongst the observation room. You lowered your left hand, ignoring the stinging pain as you glared at Sunghoon through your teary, puffy eyes. Your husband, on the other hand, dazedly raised his hand, fingers grazing against his now red, sore cheek. You were fully aware of how you’re causing a scene but you didn’t care. At this point, you were mentally and physically exhausted. His harsh, cold and thoughtless words were merely the final straw for you to snap. 

“I fucking hate you, Park Sunghoon. In our married life, you’ve never shown any support. All you did was to judge me, constantly belittling me, looking at me like I’m below you. I’m your wife, for God’s sake! Would it kill you to treat me as an equal!?”

Sunghoon’s eyes widened, something akin to regret flickered across his usual stoic face. “(Name)—” 

You smacked his outstretched hand away, backing away from him. “Forget it. I’m getting a divorce. I can’t do this anymore.” 

~ 

“Dr. (Name)! Your husband—he—he got hit by a car and—” 

Your world turned upside down when you ran out of your office, not listening to the rest of the sentence, only to pause when you see Sunghoon being wheeled to an emergency room—a room where he needs to be operated on now, before it’s too late. You quickly changed to your scrub attire, washing your hands and you could see how you were visibly trembling. You knew you weren’t in the right mind to perform a surgery—a high-risk surgery, to be exact. But you couldn’t back down, not when it’s your husband laying on the operating table. 

“Come on, please please please, don’t die on me,” you muttered. 

I need you here. I need you in my life because as much as I hate you, a small part of me still loves you, even if you don’t feel the same way. 

taglist: @graceyein, @st4rg1rlies, @byshens, @hoonstqr,

[divinepoints]

the heart of the matter.

pairing: john walker x reader

word count: 5.8k

warnings: kind of vague suicidal ideation that's not ever acted on. john is a dick. reader is also kind of a dick. bucky meddles. so much swearing in here your toes might curl. i've never done a reader-insert before so i'm bad at this. this is me showing you my metaphorical fanfic dick please respond

a/n: as hinted above, this is my first foray into the reader-insert game. constructive criticism is welcome but if all you have in your heart is haterism please keep the thoughts inside. exes to lovers kind of except the ending is vague. follow up definitely possible. i don't really take requests but you're more than welcome to drop some thoughts/ideas in my inbox and if inspo strikes i will oblige. uhhh that's all i think? john walker girlies rise. stalking the tag is what brought me to this.

(also, not edited because i can't be bothered since this is all in good fun)

You had never thought that life would lead you back to John Walker. Or perhaps, that life had led the both of you back to each other. After all, this had been your world first.

You’d been an unfortunate accident long before anyone thought there would be a need for a successor to Steve Rogers. It wasn’t really worth recounting, given it happened as so many things did, something in a lab went wrong, and it broke you. Okay. Maybe broke wasn’t the word. It had changed you into something simultaneously greater and far worse. Whatever. It hardly mattered at this point. What mattered was that it was odd someone from your small, bullshit town had become an Avenger, odder still that it had been you. You hadn’t thought there was anymore odd to go around.

(You were deeply, deeply misguided.)

It had never truly been decided amongst you, Bucky, and Sam whether John had been picked partly because of you (John himself would insist it had nothing to do with it). Bucky was one-hundred percent convinced it had been done on purpose. It’s easier to swallow, he’d said, because people know how close you were with Steve, and since you and Walker have… a past.

Calling it a past was generous. You’d dated in high school, when you were a little dumber and he a little less obnoxious, then he’d enlisted and you’d gone off to college. It was an almost entirely expected and underwhelming end to what had been a classic high school relationship. It was hardly a past, it had really just been growing pains. With Steve, however, it was an on-again off-again situationship that felt far too juvenile at your big age, but had gone unexpectedly public.

So now you were the woman who had dated not one, but two Captain Americas, even if you were quick to insist that John had been little more than captain of the football team at the time. The general public had eaten it up when John was given the shield and still now, while Valentina was parading around her so-called New Avengers. A grave misnomer, you thought, considering this wasn’t exactly your rookie year. It was a hard pill to swallow.

Yelena insisted that you all as a team owned Valentina. You thought it felt a little bit like the other way around. At the same time, you knew it would take all of five seconds for you to tear the entire charade apart. As withdrawn as you were from, well, everything since Thanos, you knew you still held enough public interest that you could get on a stage and rip Valentina to shreds and end it all. But you couldn’t. There was just something about the strange little group that tugged on your remaining heartstrings.

It had been a fight, at first. Sam had been furious, but it had weighed far more heavily on Bucky than you. At the very least, you could look Sam in the eye and remind him that you had been around before the Avengers were even really a team. You’d been part of Nick Fury’s cobbled-together collection of misfits that could hardly be called a group, let alone a team. Sam might have been Captain America, but you were essentially the only original left. Tony and Natasha were dead, Steve was old, Clint and Bruce had families, and Thor was somewhere of in space doing… well, whatever the hell he wanted to, you supposed. You remained, heavy with loss and silently happy to see another group of misfits learning to stitch themselves together. Even if this time it was much, much messier.

Still, you resented the government control, and that John was involved.

You took it upon yourself to constantly remind him that he was only still around because you tolerated it, which he hated. It wasn’t that he was your ex, though you loathed to call him even that. It was that he’d take Steve’s legacy, tried to turn it to dust, and was still clinging to it. He insisted he was doing what he could with what he had, you insisted he could do better, and so the carousel turned.

The only argument he ever won, not that you’d ever admit it out loud, was when he reminded not just you, but everyone that he’d had you first. There was no argument against the truth. Even if you could insist that you were more serious with Steve (you weren’t), or that you’d loved Steve more (you weren’t even sure you’d been in love with Steve at all), it all circled back around to an undisputed fact: John Walker bested Steve in approximately one race and it was having you.

He had brought it up again, and you knew it was because he was feeling sensitive about something. You were fed up, and had snapped back a scathing remark you’d only ever thought before. You know, you keep bringing that shit up and someone might start to think you’re in love with me. You hadn’t said it because you thought there was any truth, but because you knew it would piss him off, because you were taking the one thing he could hold over your head and turning it back around on him. Bucky had openly laughed, which certainly hadn’t helped things, but John didn’t give into the fight you were expecting.

It gnawed at you all night and then began to worry you in the morning. You’d only ever known him to snap and give into baser instincts. Even in high school when he could have been called more mellow he’d always been ready to throw a punch or two. No response you’d ever seen from him consisted of steely silence or any kind of restraint. Though you wanted to take it as a sign of personal growth, you were more inclined to think it was something much worse. You imagined a brewing rage eating away at him like acid, and you had to wonder when it was going to boil over.

It wasn’t until Bob, sweet and generally unconcerned with John, mentioned it that you decided it was time to do something about it. Haven’t seen Walker all day, he’d remarked about the second most loud and imposing member of the team. Ava remarked that she was pleased with the development, but even Yelena looked disturbed. Alexei could not have cared any less as he shoveled Wheaties into this mouth, but Bucky… Bucky had leveled you with a look that suggested he thought something needed to be done too. That was the straw, you supposed. You might have been able to fight your own instincts about it, if Bucky had not looked at you like that, like he thought this might really become a problem sometime soon. 

You sighed heavily and lifted yourself off the couch with a dramatized effort. Bucky indicated downstairs in the direction of the gym rather than above to the quarters where you all had your personal spaces. You briefly wondered if you could convince Bucky to have a man-to-man conversation with him rather than leaving you to make nice with your most irksome teammate. Ultimately, you realized that Bucky likely would rather put himself in the ground. Annoying, emotionally-constipated super soldiers were really fucking your life up.

(Pot, kettle, Bucky would probably insist, even if you were more super and less soldier.)

Inside the gym, you found yourself realizing that other than you, John and Steve had something else in common. They both liked to treat punching bags like they’d been done great personal offense by every one of them. Even in his occupation, you knew he noticed you. Or, at the very least, he’d noticed that someone had joined him.

“Your absence is troubling Bob,” you stated simply.

He didn’t pause his assault on the bag, but he did choose to switch sides to look at you. “I doubt it.”

“He said he hadn’t seen you all day. Mentioned, therefore noticed, therefore…”

“Therefore you drew straws and you’re the unluckiest of the bunch?”

You wished you’d drawn straws. “If only that had been part of the equation. No. Believe it or not, I figured this is mostly my problem.” You left out the fact that Bucky had too. John didn’t have anything to say about that, but he did pause and begin to unwrap his hands, preparing for what you also imagined was going to be a very tedious conversation. One that, apparently, you were going to have to take the reins of. “I’m more than willing to fight this out, but just know I’ll wipe the floor with you.” He didn’t take the bait. “Seriously, what the hell is going on? You’ve been on my ass since day one about what feels like fifteen million years ago, but I make one comment and you’re— you’re…” You had no clue how to finish that sentence, but you certainly weren’t going to apologize for anything. 

He finally opens his mouth to actually say something, but it’s far from anything you’d have expected. “Does it really bother you that much? Thinking about back then?”

It was a pivot you hadn’t been expecting and it left you floundering for something to say. Did it bother you to think about? No. No, what bothered you was that it was constantly brought up in the context of being a thing to have been had, or a measure by which to pick who could have the shield. What irked you, was that John kept bringing it up like you were some kind of trophy rather than a person. Otherwise, as just something that had happened, as a relationship you had, there were fond memories if you didn’t apply the present-day John Walker of it all.

“It’s not important,” you decided to say, rather than admitting that he was constantly tainting what had previously been a genuinely pleasant example of what a first love could be. “It was forever ago, but you keep bringing it up like it’s another medal on your chest.”

And of course he zeroed in on what affronted him most. “Not important.” He was muttering to himself, mostly, but you heard it. “Just, you know, half of the sum-total of all my relationships in life. Not important.”

And that irked at you, when he’d gone onto have a wife and a kid and a brief white-picket-fence life that you’d probably never get to see because everyone in the world looked at you like some kind of commodity. A weapon to save the world, a face to plaster on tv and advertisements, a figurehead to say hey, look, this group must be good!

“My god, John,” you snapped, “you have a family. What the hell does some bullshit high school girlfriend matter? We were both nobody back then.”

“Because the family thing worked out so well for me,” he retorted.

“That was your own fault and you know it.”

A low-blow and you knew it, but you’d never be able to understand why he wasn’t constantly fighting tooth and nail to get back to them. You knew he missed his son, often caught him looking at photos that he’d gotten from somewhere. You weren’t sure if Olivia was doing a kindness and sending them, or if he was finding them by less-than-legal means, but you knew he looked at them longingly and still did nothing about it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, always fucking everything up.”

You exhaled frustratedly through your nose. This was not going how you’d planned. It had gotten far more hostile than you’d intended. “I’m not trying to dog on you.” Though it would have been so much easier, if you were being honest. Which, you weren’t being, you knew. Being honest would have meant just telling him that you were tired of being a referred to as a possession, and how every time he brought it up, it felt like a reminder that even your pathetic high school partnership was the closest to serious you’d probably ever be able to get. “But you’re the one who brings it up like it’s a joke, not me.”

His head snapped to you, gaze torn away from the mindless packing of his gym bag. “I’m the one making a joke out of it? You’re the one who wants to act like it never even happened.”

“Because you’re the one ruining it.” You weren’t yelling, not really. But the whole thing was striking a sensitive chord that you’d never intended on even acknowledging. “You’re the one acting like I was a trophy you had and then threw away. So excuse me if I’m not looking back with fondness at being a thing.”

“I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean.”

If he was being serious or purposefully obtuse, you weren’t sure. Realistically it could have been either. He might have trying to turn the tables on you, to move away from his nearly twenty-four hours of petulance that you were supposed to have been addressing. Or, maybe he really didn’t know that he’d been biting away at decently pleasant memories ever since he decided to try to be Steve. Maybe he was just that ignorant. And maybe you were kidding yourself in thinking he hadn’t been your first love, even if he hadn’t been the great love of your life. Yeah, you would perhaps admit in the deepest recesses of your mind, maybe that was a big part of it all. 

Regardless, it was becoming exceedingly clear that perhaps neither of you were in the proper mindset for this conversation to go anywhere. John’s ego was clearly too bruised from your brief ribbing to think of anything beyond how things affected him, and you were just… well, you supposed you’d been hurting too much about everything for far too long. 

At least you could tell Bucky you’d tried.

⊛

Another team was falling apart before your eyes, which meant you weren’t sleeping. Or, at the very least, sleeping as little as you could without being plagued by memories turned nightmares. So maybe that was why you were particularly sensitive, which was perhaps why you felt like bursting into tears all the time.

It had been a shit week, though, so you were giving yourself some grace. You’d allow yourself tears if they really wanted to come, if you even had any left. 

The tension with John had gotten worse, and now there were sides to it all. Bucky was on yours, unequivocally, always. The rest of the team flip-flopped back and forth depending wholly on mood or which one of you had pissed them off more that day. Bob was the only one who sat entirely neutral, though you were certain that the whole thing was stressing them out. And all of it was, albeit on a much smaller scale, reminding you of years ago which made the whole thing more unpleasant.

In the end, it made you wonder if you were still cut out for this.

Losing another team would break you, you were sure of it. Even if it was a patchwork team filled mostly with people who grated on your nerves like it was a full time job, losing it would break you. So, you were kind of thinking it was time to remove yourself from the situation. Retirement wouldn’t have looked so bad, if you weren’t going to be alone in all of it. 

That all being said, it had not been a good decision to think about it all in Tony’s old tower, looking to space from the spot he’d built to land the suit. Valentina had called it good optics, but you thought it was more bittersweet memory. Things had been good here, then bad, then good again, and then nothing. Now it was… well, you weren’t sure what the hell to call it because everything reminded you of something else. Everything reminded you of them and it damn near tore you to shreds.

Yeah, you were really beginning to think that you weren’t cut out for this anymore.

Bucky appeared from a dark corner as he so often did, and you weren’t sure if he was trying to joke when he asked, “Do I need to be worried about you?”

Either way, you knew it was a lie when you said, “No, just can’t sleep.”

When you looked at him, you knew that he knew you were full of shit. So, it was like that then. He sighed heavily and stretched out on the floor next to you. 

“I’m going to stay here until you talk to me.” You knew he was serious, unfortunately. You’d uttered the same words to him years ago when Steve had you and Sam chasing his tail. “Or until we decide to kill Walker.” You looked at him sideways. “I’m mostly joking. But I did catch him drinking milk out of the carton again, so.” He shrugged as best he could while horizontal.

“This is not John,” you said. At least, not entirely. Sure, the tension still grated on you, but it only really served to point out how much everything started to bother you when a single element went wrong. One piece out of place and all you could think about was everything you’d lost. “It’s— it’s this whole fucking place, Bucky. I don’t think I can be here anymore.”

“This doesn’t work without you,” he says firmly. “You leave, this whole thing falls apart like a house of cards. I’m sorry, but it’s true.” You couldn’t help but think that was bullshit, and the way you looked at Bucky conveyed as much. “I don’t do this without you. Already told you, where you go, I go.”

The worst part was you knew he would. If you left, he’d follow just like you’d stuck to him like glue after Steve left to chase happiness. Steve might have said until the end of the line, but you and Bucky were the ones holding the rope. But even though you thought the team could pull themselves together without you, you also knew they had no hope of doing the same without him. 

“I can’t lose another team,” you admitted. Even with the admission you held back. Your natural, instinctual follow-up was that it had almost killed you last time, but you knew from your time in Bob’s void that it all still haunted Bucky. He still blamed himself for splitting the Avengers. “This is too good for you— all of you, for me to ruin it with all my bullshit.”

It almost looked like Bucky was considering it, the way his brow knit together and his eyes squinted ever-so-slightly. So, it took you by surprise when the man who’d been flying by the seat of his pants so recently looked you dead in the face and said, “If you’re willing to hear me out, I have a plan.”

⊛

You did not think Bucky’s plan was a good one, nor did anyone else. When he remarked vaguely about switching some things around and off-handedly mentioned bonding, you had not expected to end up here. This was what you got for hearing him out. Goddamn fucking nonsense.

“This is elaborate joke, yes?” Alexei asked.

“I look like I’m joking to you?” Bucky asked, frowning.

“I think we all wish you were,” Ava retorted.

Yelena nodded and added, “This is going to get someone killed.”

If Bucky’s plan was to unite you all against his asinine games, he’d succeeded. Nobody was sure how he’d convinced Valentina to fork out the funds to reserve an entire camp usually used for corporate retreats, but he’d done it. It was a forked tongue of an idea, really. It got you out of the government-funded press tour that was previously scheduled, but it also meant a week with only each other doing trust falls or whatever other crap white-collar idiots did to encourage teamwork.

Despite all complaints and reservations, you all piled into the car and allowed Bucky to cart you off to the middle of nowhere, albeit entirely silently. A butterfly landing could have frayed your last nerve, which was exactly what happened when you saw a file marked cabin arrangements. It had to have been a sick joke. You had half a mind to casually remark, hey, if you wanted me dead you should have just told me, but you didn’t think he’d have taken kindly to that and you weren’t in the mood for an involuntary psychiatric hold. 

Instead you told him, “I think this violates the Geneva conventions.”

“You and Walker have the most issues,” he responded. “And you said you’d hear me out. I really think this is going to work.”

Yelena was right, this was going to get someone killed. It didn’t matter if there was an assembled team of professionals waiting to teach you how to play nice with each other, either you or John would be dead come morning. Everyone else would just have to spend the rest of the week with the corpse. At least then there’d be an even number.

Only out of respect for Bucky did you swallow your pride and stomp off to your assigned cabin with John following close behind. Otherwise, you might have started a fight then and there, but he was right: you’d promised to hear him out, even if this was the last time you’d do it. 

Your so-called cabin reminded you more of a dorm room than a woodsy vacation. It was closer-quarters than you’d been with anyone since being on the run. It was just one room with two beds on either side that you likely could have reached at the same time if you stood in the middle and stretched a little. The only comfort was indoor plumbing. You might have become immediately homicidal if there had been any mention of an outhouse.

“Gonna kill him,” John was muttering as he unpacked.

Part of you wanted to tell him to get in line, but a much bigger part of you wanted another hours-long stretch of silence. This was your life for the week, whether you liked it or not, and you wanted to keep the baseline peace for as long as possible. It was hard to do, though, when the second you’d unpacked your own belongings and decided to relax on the bed, someone was knocking at the door. A voice you didn’t recognize cheerily announced that you were to meet at the fire pit for introductions. You plotted Bucky’s slow and painful death as you forced yourself to follow orders.

Ten minutes later, you were all gathered around the unlit fire-pit looking at not just each other, but four very normal people who looked nervous just to be there. How they were supposed to help you all get chummy when they could barely look you in the eyes, you had no clue. It was the woman who you suspected had also been the one to summon you that clapped her hands together and declared you would get started. Though she seemed to be putting her best foot forward, you saw the light in her eyes dim when Yelena drily marked there was no reason for introductions because you all knew each other already.

“Well, okay,” she said with her forced smile, “how about, a fun fact about each of you!”

You could think of a glorious list of fun facts entirely centered around the torture you had in store for your so-called best friend, but you didn’t say that. Which, of course, was not to suggest that the “fun facts” to go around were not equally horrifying. Little miss sunshine was more unsettled minute by minute, and her own staff looked ready to bolt. You reiterated to only yourself, this was not going to work.

It was not working when they put you in their “state-of-the-art” escape room which lasted all of two minutes before John kicked the door open. It was not working when they had you doing child-level arts and crafts on an assembly line, which ended promptly when Ava put scissors through Alexei’s hand. And it was definitely, most certainly, absolutely not working when you were eating lunch and Bob accidentally started a food fight, not in the fun way. It was a lost cause, and it harrowed the staff.

The cheery instructor was holding on by a thread when she declared that she thought some self-reflection time was due and so sent you all off to your respective housing. You swore you saw Bucky’s eye twitch as he headed off towards his own, blissfully single accommodations. Only a few hours in and the plan was falling apart like a child’s blanket fort.

You showered mashed potatoes out of your hair, beating John to the bathroom by seconds to his great frustration. You were not reinvigorated when you emerged clean, but you at least felt less heavy. As John brushed past you on his way to his own shower, you breathed a sigh of relief at the prospect of a few moments truly alone. Three hours and you were already tearing your hair out. 

For Bucky, you wanted to put your best foot forward. He was serious about leaving with you, if that was the choice you made, but that pained you. He had found something here, something that could be important and do good, and you weren’t sure if it would kill you more to stick around miserable, or to tear him away. Still, you had told him the truth that night, you weren’t sure you could do it anymore.

Miserably and embarrassingly, a dam broke inside and you burst into tears at the exact moment John exited the briefest shower in human history. He looked at you alarmed and you promptly squeezed your eyes as tight as you could. Perhaps if you couldn’t see him, you could pretend it wasn’t happening at all. If he hadn’t been there hovering, waiting for who knows what, you maybe could have, but he did. John stood there statuesque in exactly the same way he had when you were teenagers, always unsure what to do when you cried. 

“Jesus,” he breathed. “The hell did I do now?”

You wanted to scream that not everything was about him, that you’d been miserable long before he ever reentered your life but there was no space in your lungs left to do so. Which meant you just sat there heaving sobs in front of the last person you ever wanted to show a vulnerable bone in your body. If he wanted to see you beaten down by life to feel good about himself, you were certainly giving him the show.

He took you back to high school again, which was both humiliating and a horrifying comfort. He’d never known what to do while you cried, but he’d certainly had a routine for after. You weren’t sure where he got the water bottle that he thrust into your hands ten minutes later, nor did you notice him disappear into the bathroom again for a toilet-paper sub for tissue, but he had. The whole time you shook while you cleaned yourself up and rehydrated so thoroughly you felt like puking, he sat on the floor with his back against your bed, radiating body heat against your leg without touching.

Then he asked you what he always had, and it still sounded like it pained him just like before, “Do you want to talk about it?”

No. You thought you wanted to die, really. You thought that maybe Bucky had needed to worry. And you were thinking that John was still a better man than you gave him credit for, despite all the space and time. Horrifying discover after horrifying discovery. Why you admitted the truth to him you’d probably never know. Why he shared the same would always make you wonder.

“I think I don’t want to be here anymore,” you said, cracking through chesty mucus that had settled in your lungs. The look on his face suggested he knew you didn’t just mean the cabin or trip. Soft eyes, like the very idea of it haunted him even though he shouldn’t have cared any less. It wouldn’t have removed the feather of you from his cap. He still could claim it: I had her. What a shame things went the way they did… It should not have mattered to him. He’d never given you any indication it would.

“I think,” you continued, “that almost everyone I’ve ever loved is dead or gone, and I’m wondering why I didn’t end up there too. So fuck you for thinking it’s you I’m crying over. I was miserable before you. I’ll be miserable after.”

He invoked again through a sigh and rose. “I’m going to go get Bucky.”

Your hand shot out and gripped his wrist as tight as you could. It wouldn’t bruise a super-soldier but he got the point. “You get Bucky and I’ll kill you, John.”

That would be the last straw. Bucky saw you like this and everything would be a goner. He was your best friend, and he’d do anything in the world for you, which made it so damn hard for you to do everything in your power for him. Bucky would never know.

“You’re goddamn demented, you know.” He relented despite what seemed to be protestation. “Fuckin’ crazy. Threatening to put me in the ground for trying to help you.”

“Fuck you,” you repeated, heatless and bland but all you had. “You aren’t helping shit.”

“Yeah, well, I’m trying here, baby.”

If you had anything left to give besides the barest of oxygen in your lungs, you might have cried all over again. You could imagine clawing at him for having the audacity to call you that, accident or not, but your very bones denied it. Something must have leeched the calcium right out of them, the way you might have buckled if you had been standing. All while your blood was turning to sludge in your veins, John Walker muttered the first apology you’d maybe ever heard from him. Force of habit, he added, like the last time he had any right to say something like that wasn’t years ago.

There was a stretch of silence that could have been hours for all you knew. There were knocks on the door that you both ignored for some reason you’d never be able to explain. There was probably a search party underfoot, but it all seemed deeply inconsequential. At some point, you’d drawn your knees up to your chest, and he’d ended up next to you. Just the barest brushing of skin.

“I want this to work,” you admitted against all better judgment. “For Bucky. For me. I miss having people to rely on. I always liked having people in my corner.”

“I’m getting divorced,” he offered, a piece of his hurt for yours. “Liv might let me see my son. She had some real choice words when I called. So, I guess it would be nice to have some people in my corner, too.”

A real pretty picture to paint, to be sure. Far from being possible just because you decided there was really nothing left to lose. Even so, there was nothing left to do but try. 

⊛

So maybe Bucky Barnes was some kind of closet genius.

It was a bit like puzzle pieces clicking when you decided to give it a real go. You still wanted to kill John sometimes. A lot of the time. Maybe even most of the time. But you’d looked straight into each others’ gooey centers, and that would have changed things for anyone.

When you asked where the hell a plan like his had even come from, Bucky admitted it had been far more Sam than it had him. Couple’s counseling, he’d remarked which had explained a number of disappearances he’d previously left up for debate, we’d been going for a while, and when I was telling him he said it was too bad I couldn’t make everyone go. So I found a way. You’d just smiled and said, Fucking weird plan, Buck. You couldn’t deny the results though.

The next time you caught yourself gazing up at the stars recounting what you’d once had, it was John that joined you instead of Bucky. For the first time in a long time, it didn’t leave you with a bone-deep pain to talk about what had been. You grew to understand how Bucky held no resentment to Steve for chasing his own peace, even if it meant leaving forever. It didn’t freeze you to the bone to tell someone, even if it was him, that Yelena was reminding you more and more of Natasha with each passing day. It no longer felt like pulling teeth when you admitted that sometimes when you had a drink at the bar you thought about Tony. Now, when you looked at the sky you wished Thor only the best, rather than cursing him for leaving you for so long. Sometimes, John would tell you about his son and you’d smile for Bruce and Clint. 

Part of you recoiled when he echoed Bucky’s words to you. “I need to be worried about you?”

“Nah,” you said, the truth this time. “I’m… solid. Putting in the work. Therapy, medication, all that jazz.” It being mandatory now was only about half the reason you still visited a professional weekly. “I’m doing good, I think.” John repeated good several times as he nodded mostly to himself. You turned it on him. “I gotta be worried about you?”

At that, he shook his head. He echoed your sentiment about putting in the work at mandatory therapy. He was solid too, good even, practically verging on great. His fingers brushed yours as he explained he was having his first unsupervised visit with his son. Not at the tower, nowhere near the tower if he could help it. Not that it was a trust thing, he made sure to add hastily. He thought that maybe there would be a day he could show his son what “work” was now, just not so soon. You were genuinely glad for him all while ignoring a pesky blooming warmth in your chest at a tentative grasp of hands.

John Walker still had roots in you, that was certain, and you had a feeling you had a home somewhere in his ribcage too. 

“We were best friends once,” he remarked sometime after your pulse had stopped thrumming in your ears. “Think it could happen again?”

A small smile broke through very thin resistance, and you hummed for what seemed to be dramatic affect. “Spot’s taken… think I might have something else in mind for you, if you’re up for the challenge.”

Clasped hands raised, lips meet the inside of your wrist, your pulse flutters again. “Up for anything, baby.”

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[fuckyeahisawthat]

Hey it wouldn't be me, in a fandom, if I didn't write some kind of ficlet about a character's hair, right?

The post-canon Viktor and Jayce I'm imagining here are very close to the ones from this amazing fanart by @kidovna because I'm obsessed with the idea of Viktor having a chest scar that looks like that one 3D character model where he's all spongy inside.

Viktor's body knits itself back together, after. Into something human, more or less. A silver-white starburst of scar tissue spread across his chest, in the place where the blast from Jayce's hammer punched him open.

His hair looks like it did in the commune, falling nearly to his shoulders, the ends bleached pale in places. There's a new tuft of pure white blooming from the spot where his hairline touches the thin scar bisecting his face. Jayce catches him staring at it in the bathroom mirror, rearranging where his hair is parted to hide or reveal the white bits.

He shuffles into the tiny bathroom, standing behind him, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

"Your hair got long," he says. Trying to make it sound as if that's the only thing that's changed.

"It's...strange." He sweeps back the chestnut-auburn curtain of it and then lets it fall back around his face. "Didn't know many people with long hair, growing up. If you worked in the factories, short was better. Safer. Easier to get clean."

He holds his breath. He can count on one hand the number of times Viktor has mentioned anything about his childhood.

"Before," he says, and Jayce knows he means in the commune. "I didn't think about it. I didn't feel like I was...in my body...a lot of the time."

"Do you like it like this?" He reaches up to brush an errant strand back from Viktor's cheekbone. Catches the tiniest flicker of a smile at the touch.

"You like it like this."

"It's your hair, Viktor. I'd like it no matter what you did to it."

Viktor shoots him a skeptical look. "Even if I shaved myself bald?"

He shrugs. "Really make your eyebrows stand out." Viktor elbows him in the ribs. But his smile cracks a little wider.

"You do like it, though. You can't stop putting your hands in it." And he realizes his hand is already in it, running up from the nape of Viktor's neck to tangle in the strands behind his ear.

"Can't stop putting my hands all over you." His other hand is on Viktor's waist, sliding up under the hem of his shirt. He can't touch him enough, now that he knows he's allowed. Crowding him up against the sink, the narrow column of his body pressed against him from head to toe. He uses the hand in his hair to angle his head--not pulling, just gently guiding him to expose the long line of his throat so he can kiss him there.

"Mm," Viktor hums. "I've noticed."

Later, when they're lying together sweaty and satisfied, he finds himself running his fingers through Viktor's hair once again.

Viktor's breathing is soft and even, and he's starting to think that he's fallen asleep, when Viktor says, very quietly: "I like that you like it."

"I do," he admits. "But...don't keep it this way just for me. If you want to cut it, I'll help you. Or if you just want it out of your face, I can braid it up for you. I can do braids like you wouldn't believe."

From where his head is resting on Jayce's chest, Viktor snorts. "Really?"

"Consequences of having your only friend be a teenage girl." He can feel the twitch of Viktor's smile against his skin.

"I don't know. How I feel about it yet," Viktor says after a long moment of silence. "I don't know...what I am now."

"That's easy." His hand settles on the back of Viktor's neck, the soft ends of the hair there tickling his wrist. "You're my partner."

[jungkoode]

IMPORTANT PSA.

Hi, my loves.

I don’t know if anyone really noticed, but I’ve been a little quiet these past few days, taking a moment to breathe and reset after a pretty heavy wave of hostility and willful misinterpretations hit Kiki Nation.

I’ll admit it—I tried to explain myself, to clarify, to fix it. But all I really did was give more attention to people who were never here in good faith to begin with. And that’s on me. I won’t be doing that again.

So, moving forward, I won’t be overexplaining or oversharing anymore. The post about how the goal system works has been removed, and from now on, goals and updates are explained briefly in my FAQ. That’s where you can find the info anytime you need it.

I also want to take this chance to make something very clear, louder than ever:

Anyone who engages in cruelty, mocking, pettiness, manipulation, harassment, ableism, or bullying behavior has never been part of Kiki Nation, and they never will be.

Let’s remind ourselves—there was never ‘leaving’ this space for them, because they were never part of it in the first place.

Kiki Nation has never stood for that kind of behavior, and it never will. We are built on kindness, respect, and showing up for each other with love—not drama. Not control. Not cruelty.

And that’s why I’m trusting the real Kiki Nation right now.

I want to briefly address something that’s still lingering—the engagement on FMU Chapter 21 in Wattpad specifically.

As you might have noticed, there was a pretty obvious wave of petty mass unvoting on that chapter after the backlash. It dropped below its original goal, and now it looks like Chapter 22 was posted without ever reaching the milestone we all celebrated together. And it’s sadly misleading a lot of readers.

That’s not what Kiki Nation is about.

We’ve never been the kind of space that lets a few bad-faith players rewrite the narrative or take away from what we built together.

So, I’m asking—if you’re here, if you care, if you still stand with this space—go back to Chapter 21 on Wattpad and re-vote to restore what we actually achieved together.

Why? Because it protects the visibility of the story.

Because it keeps Kiki Nation’s credibility clean.

Because it clarifies Chapter 22 was posted because Chapter 21 did reach 200 votes (under 48h I should say), and it’s at 130 because 70 people unvoted AFTER the new chapter was posted.

And mostly—because it shows that we decide what this space stands for—not the ones who tried to tear it down.

I’ve taken a step back these past few days and had some time to reflect. And honestly? While I’m still disappointed, I also know this was never a loss. It was a cleansing. They were never really part of this space, and now they’re gone. That’s something I’m learning to see as a positive, not a setback.

I also want to admit that I blurred the line a little too much between author and readers, and in doing that, I might have given certain people the wrong idea—that they had the right to lash out, to push expectations, or to control what happens here. That stops now. This space has always been built on mutual respect and appreciation, and that’s exactly how it’s going to stay.

As always, I’ll be updating at my own pace—after goals are met and support is steady across the story. That’s how it’s always worked, and it’s exactly how Kikizens have appreciated it. I’m not changing it to accommodate the few trolls who were never part of Kiki Nation to begin with and are only here in bad faith. FMU 23 will be posted when FMU 21’s goals are restored and FMU 22 reaches its own. (Holding myself back from over explaining/justifying myself here again, so I won’t. That’s all there is to it.)

To protect my mental health, I’ll also be slowing down a bit more until the end of the year. I need to take care of myself and prioritize my life offline, and I trust you’ll understand that pace.

Thank you again, truly, for being here. For sticking around. For showing me what the real Kiki Nation is made of.

We move.

—Kiki

Edit: I have received a bunch of loving anons after this announcement. Just know I have read every single one of them and would love to reply in private but the option is not available, so I’m keeping them in my heart. I’m closing this chapter with a warm fuzzy feeling. Thank you.🩷