#if you see this hii fool :)c

[sunshineram]

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[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

Hello I say your post about self shippers and thought I'd send an ask your way.

Crush: Sugawara

Pronouns/gender: they/him non-binary Personality: I tend to be quite at first but as I get to know people I'm super loud and love to talk. I'd also describe myself as a golden retriever partner, clingy and thriving on praise

Likes: anime, video, writing, reading, and the odd on of my likes/hobbies is archery

Dislikes: assholes, being judged for who I am, loud noises

I hope this is enough, and no rush take your time and get to it when you have the chance.

Sugawara Koushi x Gn!reader hcs

warnings: none! c:

Hii! thank u for your ask :D hope you like the hcs i came up with!

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Sugawara is probably the one who tries the hardest to get new people to feel comfortable with his friends. Especially if he sees you're a bit quiet at first, he'll go the extra mile to make you feel included and to let you know you're welcome in the group and he's there for you

Once you two got closer and you felt comfortable enough to be your usual loud self around him, he probably started liking you even more

Once he started getting a bit of a crush on you, he was always trying to find ways to spend time with you. If you study/work, he would pick you up afterwards with your fav drink/treat, or he would bring you food if you take lunch breaks

He's always there for you, offering you earbuds or a hug or even just covering your ears if there's a loud noise and he notices it makes you uncomfortable. He'll just stay with you however long it takes for you to feel okay.

If there's something that guy is good at, it's praise and compliments. He's really good at making people feel valued and loved in general, but if he's in love with you? He definitely takes it to the next level. A day rarely passes by without him praising you in some way, even if it's simply calling you beautiful or talented. He makes sure to give you some sort of compliment everyday and you know his compliments are always genuine

He probably thinks it's super cool that you do archery and he often goes with you just to sit and watch you practice. He thinks you look like an epic character from a fantasy book/movie (and it's also the perfect opportunity for him to compliment you some more). He also really loves reading the stuff you write and he would absolutely fall in love with you if you ever write something about him

He LOVES hearing you talk and ramble about anything you like. He's not much of a passive listener, he's always making comments and showing you he cares and is interested in what you're saying, but he definitely lets you talk a lot whenever you feel like it

He's also very much thrilled about how clingy you are. Although at first (before getting together officially) he might be a bit awkward about it, not really having expected it with how quiet you were at the beginning. But once he realizes you like it, he would definitely reciprocrate your affection. He probably loves to play with your hair while you read

However, don't get fooled by his softness. He's also very loud sometimes and his favorite moments with you are probably the late nights spent watching anime, funny videos and playing videogames all night, laughing until your stomachs hurt and you can't even breathe

Overall I think he'd be very affectionate, considerated and understanding with you. He's always trying to make sure you're comfortable and happy with him.

[ada7201]

Can you do Sae x female reader x Rin from Blue Lock? The Itoshi brothers falls in love with the same person and they are fighting for her love.

hii anon!! this is my first ever request and i just had a little happy moment. thank you!! this is actually such a cute idea too! here you gooo ☆

also, i had no idea how to write this - i didn’t know whether i should make us get with one of the brothers or not - i apologise if this wasn’t written the way you wanted!

pick me, choose me, love me!

with … Itoshi Ron, Itoshi Sae, and y/n 🤍

Rin doesn’t even know how it got to this… maybe it was the way you comforted him, and the way you pat his back ever so gently whenever he cries… maybe it was your sweet words. but, he somehow had fallen in love with you.

Sae doesn’t understand either, he didn’t mean to see so much good in you. but he couldn’t help it, your pretty eyes that would watch him play soccer so well, and your sweet giggle that you’d let him hear whenever he made a snarky comment about someone.

the three of you had grown up together, so why did they never realise just how cute you were until now? until they can barely look at each other without starting a fight.

and to make matters worse- you, like the angel you are, were trying to help the two of them!

nothing can be helped, when they both love you.

so, instead of listenting to your advice and “talking it out” or whatever, they both wordlessly agreed to fight each other and see who would be the winner of your gentle heart.

You and Rin would be walking together, with you happily rambling about your newest interest- when he would stop.

“And then- Rin?” You’d pause. Stopping aswell, to see what he was doing. just as your head turned, you were met face to face with your favorite flower.

“Here.” he said simply, a soft pink blush dusting his cheeks as he looked away from you. he just could not handle watching you be so happy- he thinks he would just explode right then and there if he even caught a glimpse of your pretty smile.

“Thank you!” You smiled at him, taking the flower from his grasp before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

rest in peace Rin, you will be missed!

However, the next day- a bouquet of beautiful roses of your favorite colour were delivered to your front doorstep with a note saying:

pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

from, Sae.

You smiled so hard that day - and as much as Rin loved seeing you happy, he wanted to burn every f/c rose on the earth so bad.

So, he brought you to an arcade, where the two of you played games and giggled about. he even smiled at you a few times, which made you really happy, of course.

why were you just realising how cute Rin was?

When you got back home, you were exhausted. you almost didn’t notice Sae FaceTiming you!

you answered quickly, a happy, yet tired smile on your pretty face as you waved to the camera, keeping your eyes on Sae’s face through the screen.

“Hi, y/n - why do you seem so tired? Is everything alright?” he’d ask, and you watched as he sat up in his bed. his bright teal eyes seemed to darken as he thought of the worst - what did Rin make you do?

“I’m alright, Sae! You don’t have to worry! I just had a very exciting day, that’s all. With Rin! Do you wanna hear about it?” You’d respond quickly, holding onto your phone with two hands.

“As much as i love you, I do not want to hear about what you and him were doing.” Sae sighed, suddenly feeling annoyed at the fact you had so much fun with his fool of a brother - until he had an idea.

“Do you want to come over?” He asked, smirking softly at the way you smiled happily at his suggestion. Cute.

you ended the call, and ran to change into your pyjamas and pack your bag before rushing back outside - nearly tripping over your slippers on the way. the Uber that Sae had ordered for you was parked outside, the driver glaring at you for taking so long.

you apologised over and over as you sat yourself into the back of the car, and shut up once you clicked your seatbelt in.

unbeknownst to you, Sae had paid the driver to be patient with you.

when you finally arrived at Sae’s place, you were even more tired than before!

“I’m sorry for suggesting such a thing at this time, y/n.” He’d apologise, though he didn’t seem very sorry with the grin on his face.

he couldn’t help it! he was just so excited to have you over - at his place! you, the cutest girl ever! you were going to be where he lived - it took a LOT for him to hide the excitement radiating off of him before you arrived.

“Would you like me to run you a bath? Or do you want to just go to sleep right now - maybe watch a movie?” Sae offered giddily, his real eyes sparkling as he picked up your bag like the gentleman he is.

“I just wanna sleep - wait, a movie!?” you exclaimed, a smile on your face as you looked up at him.

he just nodded in response, guiding you towards the front door.

when you arrived in his room, he was almost as red as a cherry - you are so cute when you’re tired!

he picked you up and playfully threw you on his bed, giggling at the way you squealed - before reaching out and picking the remote to his tv up.

he got himself comfortable next to you, “unknowingly” cuddling up to you before pulling the warm blanket over the two of you.

was Sae always this warm?

and in the morning, Sae found himself victim to your strange sleeping positions - today, you are laying diagonally on his stomach, snoring softly.

you’re so cute.

Sae and Rin continued to “fight” each other - both aiming for your love, without you knowing.

you’d get a cupcake from Rin, but a cake from Sae - it was like a never ending, secret, war.

but, if it meant that one of them would be able to have your love and affection - it was all worth it.

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[overwatchfics]

Hii i’m the one who asked for the moira hq’s, do you think it could be a nsfw alphabet instead? 😣

NSFW Alphabet - Moira

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Shut up, only silence and touch. Moira isn't really a talkative lover when she's intimate. She'll hold you, however she prefers silence, and maybe a couple words of affirmation. If you try to talk to her, expect only hums in reply as she groans tiredly into your neck.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Of herself? Probably her hair. Moira takes a lot of pride in keeping her hair styled. Of you? Probably your neck, Moira doesn't do well with intimate eye contact, so she'll bury herself in your neck instead.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) No, sorry, she is getting the towels. She is kind of a neat freak, also is meh about cum tbh.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Loves when you call her doctor in bed, it REALLY gets her going.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) She fooled around in her younger years, but it's been a while for sure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Lotus hands down. Likes to have you in her lap.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Not goofy at all.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Up to you reader.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) For Moira, it's either very romantic (her sense of it at least) or a stress fuck. She will angry fuck you before breaking down in your arms.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): Rarely, but still does.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): Bondage, roleplay, use of aphrodisiacs, light degradation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) The Lab, office, or bedroom. No and's ifs for buts about it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): Calling her doctor, Her own anger sex is kind of an unhealthy channel for that anger tbh she needs to talk about her problems please talk to this woman she needs help, and jaw caresses.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) I really don't know with Moira, I feel like she doesn't mind the edge of danger, so do expect to be played with a little dangerously. No talking during sex, that is a big pet peve, names and an occasional sentence is ok, but it's a huge turn off for her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Loves receiving it, not too fond of giving it, but she is proficient if you ask nicely of her.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Slow and sensual, but if she's angry she is rough with pace. Usually aggressively fast, her nails digging and clawing into your skin as she rolls her hips harshly into yours against her lab table.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Nope, not for her.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Big risk taker, she lives at the edge of danger.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Not long, Moira doesn't have the best endurance, but she'll try.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) No, she misuses extra lab equipment. She might have a strap or a butt plug, but that's as much as I can think rn.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Depends on the mood, if she's feeling a little sadistic, oh yeah.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) louder than you'd think, loud groans and grunts.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Has misused biotic orbs.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) up to you reader.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Mild, once a week?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Normal sex, she falls asleep last, if it's angry sex she collapses on the bed and passes out.

[yourimagines]

hii could you do like a fluff alphabet for khabib and islam please? <33

Yesss

What they adore about you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: fluff

Khabib

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: Your face when it lights up when you talk about the things that makes you happy, he loves to see that twinkle in your eyes.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: you’re beautiful eyes, they tell everything about you. How you feel, what you’re thinking about. He loves to get lost in them.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: You laying on his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you, his head laying on top of yours so he can plant a kiss or two.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: When it’s raining he loves to cook something together at home. When the weather is good enough he loves to take you out on a picnic date, enjoy the basics of life.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He controls them very well, you saw him only once being very angry and it wasn’t at you. He’s an open person to you but he would never lash out on you, he saves that for his students at the gym.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes he wants a family, a big one and he wants it right after he retired, he’s more at home now and has more time to be a father.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he loves to give you flowers or something you really need, he doesn’t like to give stuff just to give you stuff, it needs to have a reason behind it. He gives you every Friday flowers, every time different once.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: He likes to hold your small hand in his, in twined. He holds your hand when you go to a busy location because he doesn’t want you to get lost or when he feels like you want some affection from him when you’re in public.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: he tries to be calm to have a clear mind so he can think clearly but if he sees you’re okay he would lose his temper a bit to find out what happened and who did it to you. If you’re just being clumsy he would give you a lecture about being more careful for the next time.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: he likes to joke around, like making you say funny things in his language or something like that but doesn’t like to fool your feelings, he would never disrespect or hurt your feelings with a joke or prank

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: he likes to kiss the top of your head, especially when you guys are cuddling.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He’s always there for you, he always picks up his phone if you call him, he brings you every Friday flowers, makes time for you when you need him or brings the stuff you need from the store without you asking him.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: Marrying each other, the whole day was perfect and you guys even felt more in love with each other.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: losing you, he’s afraid that one day you are gone and he has to live his life alone , without you next to him.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: His English accent. He tries to improve his English language but it’s difficult for him.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: My love. You’re his love so he calls you a lot my love.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: At home, cooking or gardening together. Nothing to crazy he likes a calm private life with you.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: his walkout song ‘The Eagle's song 'Stream Дагестан Сабина Саидова’ because he doesn’t really listen to music anymore.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tells you everything, you’re his muse and he’s yours. He trusts you with his life. He thinks it also important to share these things with each other, it keeps the relationship healthy.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: 5 months because he didn’t want to scare you off because he’s a fighter and his English wasn’t the best at that time.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: Calm, listens to you and gives you the room to let all your emotions out, he’s there for you and will make it better.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He’s proud of you moving in with him, in Abu Dhabi and in Dagestan and he likes to remind people that.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: he doesn’t like to see you hurt but he teaches you some self defence. He always has your back and will fight for you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows when something is bothering you, he knows what you want and he can tell in what mood you are.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: On your dream trip, he plans it all out, beautiful ring and goes on one knee.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: you by his side, especially at night. He likes to hold you at night, he sleeps better when you are there. But a good intense training at the gym makes him calm down too if he’s angry.

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A = Admiration, what does he absolutely adore about you: you’re patience you have with him, he’s an handful sometimes but also the passion you have for your hobbies.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: you’re hands, they are smaller and softer than his hands. His hands are bigger and rougher, your hands perfectly fits in his as they where made for each other.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: Spooning, holding you from behind. His head nuzzled in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your shoulders.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you look like: Going to a restaurant for some dinner after that going for a midnight drive in his car and end the date with watching the stars together.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He’s trying his best but sometimes he hides his sadness from you, he doesn’t want you to think he’s a crybaby or not strong enough for you.

F = Family ,does he want one, If he does when: yes he wants a family but not now, he’s very busy with his career but he’s secretly thinking about it so who knows.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he spoils you, a little bit to much tho. If you say oh that’s cute, the next day you have it. He’s loves to buy stuff for you.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: he holds hands with you all the time, he loves to touch you and holding hands is the most appropriate thing he can do in public.

I = Injury, how would he act if you got hurt: he’s angry at himself that you got hurt, he’s also freaking out a bit.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: he’s a prankster, he loves a good joke. He pulls these small pranks on you, swap stuff in the kitchen with weird things, jump scaring you and telling lame jokes from the internet. His pranks are innocent and he always makes sure you’re okay.

K = Kisses, how do he likes to kiss you: your sweet lips, he just loves them.

L = Love, how he shows you he love you: giving you gifts, calling or texting you on a daily basis and making love to you.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: meeting you for the first time, his English was bad and you thought he was a funny guy, you were also a bit shy.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: That someone hurts you and he isn’t there to protect you. He’s afraid of not being good enough for you.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: he’s a silly guy, a real joker.

P = Pet Names, what does he likes to call you: baby or babe, he learned it from some chick flick movies and it got stuck with him.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: Doing things you like to do, watching movies, going out for some lunch, doing some shopping, just everything that would put a smile on your face.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: the song you guys sung together for the first time in his car ‘Something just like this, Coldplay.’ he barely knew the words but tried it for you.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tells you a lot but not everything, he thinks some things are not meant to be shared like his troubles or sadness. A man needs to be strong for his partner and can’t not show weakness. He rarely opens up about his feelings, he likes to deal with it on his own.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: 3 months, he took you on a few dates till he had the courage to ask you if you wanted to be with him. His English was very bad but you already felt for him.

U = Upset, how does he act when you’re upset: he leaves you alone at first, to give you some space to think. He always comes back to you and tries to find out why you’re upset and making it up to you.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: That you’re his girl, who tries to understand his culture and ways of living. He loves you’re trying to speak his mother language and proudly helps you out.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting, Would he fight for you: he doesn’t like it at all, no fighting for you if you have him. He’s always ready to fight others to protect you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He isn’t the best in reading you but when he knows he immediately acts on it. Trying to make you feel better or trying to calm you down. He’s trying and that’s what counts.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: He would propose you back at his home in Dagestan. Asking if you want to be his wife and move in with him. He buys you a expensive ring to show you how much you means to him.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: You’re touch, you’re hands on his chest or on his back, just you’re touch makes him calm and at peace. You’re hands caressing and scratching his back makes him fall asleep very quickly, he loves that.

[royaleofury]

hii, i hope you're doing well? firstly, you have my permission to read for me! if it's alright, may i please have a reading on my future spouse's traits?

my initials are KS and i'm an aries moon. thank you for your time and energy. <33

Thank you for participating. 🌸

Cards I got for you: The lovers , 6 of pentacles, the fool , 9 of cups , 10 of wands , king of pentacles, acs of pentacles and knight of cups

How will love appear in your life?

Your spouse will enter your life when you need them the most. You will find them who will start looking for them. The lovers is a beautiful card suggesting meeting your significant other when are looking for them the most. While looking for them, you may get a number of choices but your heart will only call out for them

Where will you meet them?

You may meet your fs when you are doing some kind of charity or helping someone out. This can mean an ngo or charity work in general. But the themes will include helping others out. This can mean literal charity work or this can also mean volunteering for an ngo or helping out a friend. But something around those themes.

Traits of your person

Nine of cups signifies a person who is satisfied with what they have. They are the kind of person who will be contented with what they have. Eyeing on the treasures of others is not their thing. But at the same time, they also believe in sharing. But sharing only includes on their part. They do not like taking things of others. If someone wants their things or materials, they will all ready to give it to them.

Let's pull out another card to see more about their personality. I got The Strength for you. They are very hardworking person. They believe in " no pain no gain". No matter what, they are the kind of person who will finish their work first and then go for rest. Sometimes, they may also have a tendency to push themselves harder than they can and even take the burden of other people. In work settings, they will most likely take the tasks of other people and not complain about it at all.

What will you two do together?

When you two come together, it always starts with finding the great unknown. You two will make sure to not to let any pages unturned. Both of you will like to just go with the flow of time and see what's there for you. Enjoying with no care and just letting yourself dwell into each other. You two will act like as if there's no tomorrow and just enjoy in the company of each other. I see lots of trips to nearby places like amusement parks, rides, etc.

What is their strength?

The strength of your fs is that they don't complain at all. They are happy with what they have. They love to push themselves and find out their limits. Whenever they take up any task, they make sure to complete it and not leave it in between. This makes them the happiest. They are more like lone worker. They do not the interruption of another person in their work.

What is their weakness?

The weakness of your fs is that they may have a carefree attitude most of the times. They do not like thinking about the future. They do not make plans for future. Living in the present is good but one also has to think about if their finances are enough for them to lead a happy life in the future too.

What physical markers can you use to detect them?

I got ace of pentacles for this question. You may start seeing lots of balls nearby you. This can be anything like tennis ball, cricket ball, foot ball, etc. but like balls in general. You may sense meeting them when you have changed jobs or looking for another opportunity. When you have abundance in your life meaning all the things that you wanted to achieve are finally achieved by you.

How to approach them and make connection with them?

With knight of cups, they are the kind of person who maybe hopeless romantic. But they wouldn't make the first move on anyone they like. I picked this up intuitively, but I see you making the first move. They maybe on the reserved side when it comes to confessing. They would expect you to come to them like a knight and do all those cliche things for them like keeping a secret love letter on their desk. They are chaotic in love . My cards were literally flowing out.

[pink-amethyst-tarot]

Hii! I saw that your free readings were open, and I was wondering if I could please request one?

Lately, I've been feeling a bit lost? like confused because I don't know what to feel anymore. I feel like im too optimistic about life, like i expect too much, and i get disappointed when i get nothing. I'm starting to think all my efforts aren't worth it, and I'll never be where I want in life. Can I ask if I can get any clarity on my situation or if im on the right path?

My initials are CK 💕

Thank you soo much!!

Thank you so much for paticipating!

@googiekookk

The Fool, Page of Pentacles (Reversed), Six of Pentacles (Reversed), Knight of Wands, Ace of Swords

First thing I heard was, "They are saying you're too much". First of all, fuck them people. Because, You are not too much! Maybe they are not enough. The only way we are going to get anywhere in this life is if we approach it with joy and knowing your worth and value. You are not too much, you know what is best for you and that leaves people bothered by you and that is not your problem so fuck them people!

These cynical ass people are trying to play mind games with you because they feel like they can't reach the height you're at so they want to pull you down to where they are. Just like you they are lost in this world but they don't handle it with the same grace and joy that you do. It's okay to be lost and to not know. You're doing so good right now. They hate that despite everything, you continue to have an open and loving heart.

You are being asked to take a leap of faith and to take action head on. Don't just lead with your heart, but with your mind as well. Keep being the warm person that you are but when it's time, talk your shit and stand up for yourself. Follow your dreams despite what other people have to say about it. It's time to make new plans and become the person you know that you want to be. You're already a bad bitch, you just need to act like it!

(Shout out to ARMY and BTS! See y'all again in 2025! 🥹🥲)

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[bluskye-27]

I read your message,

I’m sooo sorry!!! I forgot the please 😖 yet I read the rules.. I’m sorry, please forgive me…

Hii! I could have a reaction of zoro, mihawks they ask their s / o to keep their sword, the s / o holds it very cautiously and when a person tells them that she can leave it there the s / o gets angry and says she's going to dirty it if she leaves it on the ground the same if someone gets too close she's going to tell them to get out otherwise they'll damage the sword! if i don't bother you, Please!

(I’m sorry i forgot, I feel like a mess 🥲)

Zoro & Mihawk telling their Fem! S/O to hold their sword for them

Summary: Your beloved had entrusted you with their blade/s and you happily obliged with their request.

Roronoa Zoro:

- It's pretty rare to see Zoro entrusting his beloved swords to someone. But to think that someone would be you, you're a very lucky girl indeed!

- You get to touch the three swords without your grumpy mosshead reprimanding you this time. Sweet!

- As you have been bestowed with the sword sitting duty, you took it upon yourself to not let anyone or anything touch the swords!

- You would clean the blades as you have seen your boyfriend did it. Ya know, the thing with him tapping some white powder on the blades with that cute looking brush?? Yeah, that.

- When you were talking with Nami in the bar with the swords on your left hip, a dirty hand went to tap you on the shoulder, earning yours and Nami's attention.

- "Hello there, Miss! I just can't help but be amaze by your magnificent swords. May I examine them for a bit?" The strange- looking man told you sweetly, rubbing his hands like those scammers do.

- Of course, you glared in response. "Fuck no. You just wanted to steal them, didn't you?!"

- The man was not having it so he called for his back-up, cracking their knuckles as they prepared to fight.

- Nami was terrified as she had forgotten to bring her climatact with her, so leaving her defenseless behind you.

- You were getting pissed by this man's audacity for trying to steal your boyfriend's trusty swords so you unsheathed the blades and holds them the same way Zoro did whenever he fights.

- You didn't know what happened but the time you snapped out of your trance, you were standing beside the pile of defeated bodies with Nami gawking at you.

- You were grinning, you didn't know you have a swordsman's will inside of you!

- "Good job, babe." Zoro smirked, his eye examining the mess you made. "Didn't know you're cut out to be a swordswoman!"

- Ah yes, you would be bragging about your hidden talent to Usopp all day long after this XD

Dracule Mihawk:

- It's even rarer to see the world's strongest swordsman, Mihawk, entrust his blade to someone! And it so happened to be you ;D

- Yoru was carefully placed on the table in front you as Mihawk went to the rest room to relieve himself. He gave you a lengthy lecture about not letting someone else touch Yoru while he was away.

- Excited to have the magnificent sword, you agreed eagerly.

- "I promise with all of my heart, Hawky!" You giggled.

- Mihawk nodded, gave you a quick kiss on the knuckles and quickly excuse himself to the rest room.

- While you were waiting for your boyfriend to return, a bulky swordsman appeared beside your table, in awe at the black blade perched on the table.

- "Wow! That looks cool!" He exclaimed. You grinned in response.

- "I know right?!" But that grin quickly changed into a snarl once the man tried to touch Yoru.

- "Hey! Don't touch it!"

- Oh boy, the man quickly got pissed at you. "Why not?! You don't even looked like a swordswoman to me! So, it's obvious that I can have this sword for myself!" He tried grabbing the sword but you pushed him away.

- "Fuck off!" And then you got into a wrestling match with the bulky male, his bigger body easily dwarfing you but your stubborn determination didn't let his size deter you. You have to guard Yoru at all cost! Or Mihawk will-!

- "What do you think you're doing to my Rosa (Rose), you fool?" And then Mihawk send the man cowering with his now short sword.

- "You did a great job, my love. Although, we have to treat your wounds right away." And then Mihawk left with you in his arms and Yoru placed on his back.

- You were sighing dreamily when your boyfriend kept praising you for guarding his beloved sword :))

Hello, Anon! Sorry for the late answer! Hope you like this one! ;)

[michelleleewise]

1st of all love the stories, made me love Loki more and thanks for the follow back. 2nd I am wondering if you can write about how the reader returns to the tower after another bad online blind date and she just wants to lock herself in her room when Loki (who has a major crush on her) sees her from afar and Thor pushes Loki to finally tell her how he feels about her.

Hii!!! Thanks so much for sending this to me!!! And thank you so so much for reading!! It means the world to me!!! I tweaked it just a liiiiiiittle bit, hope that's ok!!!! Hope you like it.....💚💚💚💚

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Blind Disaster

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, pining, blind dates, swearing

Summary: you had no luck meeting men, so you decided to try online blind dating, will Loki confess his feelings before it's too late.......

You stormed off the elevator, making your way to the kitchen after the date from hell. Slamming your purse into the counter "God I hate men!" You yelled kicking your shoes off. "You ok love?" You heard from the living area, looking over seeing Loki in his chair with a book. "Sorry Loki, I didn't see you there " you said sighing. "I'm fine, just.......men." You said putting the kettle on grabbing a mug. Loki set his book down, coming into the kitchen sitting on a bar stool "so, what happened this time." He asked grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Well first, I got all dolled up to go to some cheap burger place, which I was fine with. But then he insisted we go dutch, what guy does that?" You asked seeing Loki furrow his eyebrows "Oh, it means pay separately." You said "He wouldn't pay for your meal?" Loki asked "no, he wouldn't, but that was whatever. Then, he kept getting text messages, completely ignoring me, oh and theeeeeeen, when the bill came he asked for take out boxes and took my leftovers!" You said slamming your hand on the counter.

"Oh, and I have to tell you the kicker, are you ready?" You asked, leaning ok the counter, putting your chin in your hand seeing Loki nod "He told me, that I was boring! Me, all this...boring!" You yelled motioning around yourself as the kettle screamed. "You are far from boring darling, and you look lovely tonight." Loki said smiling. "Thank you Loki, but I think I may die alone surrounded by cats." You sighed hearing him laugh. "I doubt that very much." He said fidgeting with his hands. You finished your tea, setting it down rounding the counter holding your arms out "c..can i have a hug? You have the best hugs." You pouted watching him smile "come here love." He smiled as you dove into his arms.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his hair, feeling his arms wrap around your middle, squeezing. You inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of leather, and old books and something you couldn't describe "you smell good, did you know" You breathed feeling him laugh "Yes, you've told me many times love." He said resting his chin on your shoulder. You squeezed a bit tighter, willing the hug to never end as you looked up seeing Thor.

"Oh, hey Thor, how are you?" You asked pulling away from Loki, his arms slowly leaving your waist "my apologies, I didn't mean to intrude." He said looking between you. "Oh, you didn't, Loki was just cheering me up from my nightmare of a date." You sighed grabbing your shoes and purse "You don't have to go love." Loki said watching you grab your tea. "I'm actually pretty tired, I'm gonna turn in, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight Loki, Thor." You nodded, making your way down the hall to your room.

"Brother, when are you going to tell her?" Thor asked walking around the counter. "I'm not sure what you mean." Loki said biting into his apple. "Loki, you may think me a fool, but I am not blind, go to her and tell her of your feelings." Thor said leaning on the counter. "Thor, you really should stay out of things that don't concern you." Loki snarked hearing Thor laugh. "Oh brother, I have never known you to be a coward." Thor said shaking his head. "I beg your pardon?" Loki asked tilting his head.

"Well, it seems to me, you are afraid of what lady y/n may say yes?" Thor asked "You do not know of what you speak." Loki snarled standing up. Thor rounded the counter, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder "Loki, you underestimate yourself, If you go to her, now, I believe you will be surprised at what you find out." Thor said winking before leaving down the hall. Loki sighed, throwing his apple away "Well, let's see if your right for once brother." Loki said to himself making his way down the hall.

Loki stood frozen in front of your door, willing himself to knock when he heard a sniffle, were you crying? "Darling, are you awake?" Loki asked lightly knocking "one second." He heard you say before he heard a loud thump "ow shit." You yelled "are you alright in there?" He asked "yes, I'm fine. One second." You yelled. A few minutes later you opened the door rubbing your knee "Sorry, I fell down trying to get to the door." You said looking up. "D...did you want to come in?" You asked seeing Loki nod.

"Are you ok?" He asked sitting on the couch watching you hobble to the other side, eyeing your tight shirt and sleep shorts that showed off your legs "yeah, it'll probably just bruise." You said sitting down. "No, I mean....before that. I thought I heard you.." he trailed did seeing your red puffy eyes. "Oh, yeah no I'm fine, really." You said looking down. "Umm, what were you needing?" You asked "hmm?" He asked "the reason your here, did you need something?" You asked watching him fidget with his hands.

"Yes, that. Well y/n, I was....well you see i was wondering.." he rambled. You scooted closer, grabbing his hand "it's ok Loki, what is it?" You said as he tilted his head, looking you in the eyes "y/n, there's something I need to tell you." He said shifting to face you. "O...ok." You said facing him. "Y/n, i....I like you." He sighed watching you "Well, I like you too." You smiled.

"No, i....I want to take you out, and hold you when your sad, and kiss you when you feel down, and cuddle while we watch movies and...." he rambled on, a smile breaking across your face as you covered his mouth with your hand "Loki, I would love nothing more" You smiled. You slowly slid your hand down to his neck, moving to his nape, gently pulling him forward, looking into his eyes, watching his shoot to your lips and back making your smile.

You closed your eyes, gently pressing your lips to his. It was soft, and chaste pulling back slightly to gauge his reaction seeing him smile. You felt his hand gently cup the back of your head, pulling you forward as his lips gently pressed to yours, slowly deepening it, running his tongue slowly across your bottom lip. You parted your lips, his other hand cupped your cheek feeling his tongue slowly glide past your lips, hearing him moan when your tongue slowly darted out, tangling with his, your other hand gripping the collar of his shirt.

You slowly pulled back, sucking his bottom lip hearing him groan. He placed his forehead on yours looking into your eyes "God your a good kisser." You told him hearing him laugh. "May I take you out tomorrow? Whatever you would like to do." He smiled "yes, I would love to, under one condition." You said "and what would that be?" He asked "you kiss me like that again." You blushed looking down. You felt his fingers on your chin lifting your head up "Oh my pretty girl, I intend on doing much more then that" He winked pressing his lips to yours again.

You would do anything as long as he kept kissing you....

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[andypantsx3]

Hii can I request a deleted scene for "if I could keep cool" that tells chapter 2 from Shouto's POV? I would absolutely love to c what was going through Shouto's head when he figured out that Y/N was just a cleaning lady and what was the moment that made him want to ask her out when he saw her at his house afterwards! Thank u!!

I accidentally got carried away, so this bad boy is 1.9k!! My apologies lol. I hope you like it!!

It wasn’t every day that someone told Shouto Todoroki to go fuck himself. 

Particularly not quirkless civilians, and never those he’d rescued. 

There was usually a lot more breathless gratitude, some bowing and scraping, and—mystifyingly—a lot of phone numbers, handkerchiefs, and very unsubtle attempts to get a hand or two around his biceps. Shouto didn’t really know what his biceps had to do with it, but he’d seen the same thing happen to Midoriya and Kirishima as well—and Bakugou once, before he’d nearly gnawed the woman’s hands off—so he assumed it was just another social cue he’d never understand.

As little as he cared for social cues, however, he was certain that there was usually a lot more thank you and a little less go fuck yourself involved in the whole rescuing process.

But then, he’d also never told off a civilian for having been kidnapped before. 

A civilian who, he’d come to realize almost immediately afterward, hadn’t deserved it.

When he’d asked his mother her advice over the phone, she’d told him the best thing to do was to be honest and try to start fresh. “White flowers mean forgiveness—tulips new beginnings,” she’d advised him.

So Shouto had ducked into the nearest florist and brought back an apology in hopes that you would accept it. 

He might have known, however, that you’d manage to turn even a simple apology completely on its head.

The clatter of cleaning supplies in his kitchen on Thursday afternoon told Shouto you’d let yourself in for your usual shift. He followed the sound, only for it to halt at his approach, the kitchen seemingly empty as he drew nearer.

He stopped short, fighting down a surprised swell of amusement when he realized you’d ducked down, hiding yourself behind his counters as if anyone, especially a pro hero, might be fooled by that.

“I know you’re there,” he said, keeping his tone even.

He heard a muttered swear word, and then you were rising slowly to your feet, wearing a sheepish expression, and clutching a bottle of windex like a weapon.

You looked just as you had the day of your rescue, though obviously a little less harrowed by a kidnapping. You were dressed casually in jeans and a simple shirt, no indicator that you were an employee of a cleaning service—Shouto felt at least a little justified in his mistake from last week.

You were clearly a college student, the backpack dumped at his kitchen island was evidence of that much, overflowing with textbooks and notes as it was, and you looked just slightly disheveled, like you might have come straight from class.

It was part of some nebulous, unassuming appeal to you, now that he had occasion to notice. He’d remembered your features twisted up in disdain, but they were open in surprise now, your eyes wide, fixed on him. His own eyes were drawn to the scrunch of your nose, a little curl of embarrassment that he suddenly found himself unable to tear his gaze away from.

“I, uh, thought you weren’t supposed to be here,” you admitted to him with a visible cringe.

Shouto almost laughed. He didn’t know much about you, but it was clear to him now that you weren’t anything like a crazy fan. You looked like you’d rather be anywhere but here at the moment. In fact, you looked rather like you might bolt any second.

A strange feeling shifted in his chest, and Shouto cut right to the chase.

“I owe you an apology,” he said simply.

You startled so violently that you dropped the windex. “W-what?”

Shouto sighed, admitting, “My manager schedules the cleaning days. I didn’t realize that you were—that is to say, I thought you were a fan who had broken in and managed to get kidnapped while you were at it.”

You gaped, another confused little expression that Shouto found himself fixating on with an intensity that surprised him. The weird feeling in his chest shifted, burning a little hotter. 

He wondered absently what other expressions he could get you to make.

“Oh, I, um...nope. Not a fan,” you said, and the feeling grew more insistent. 

He paused over the phrasing—not a fan. 

It had never bothered him before, when someone was a bigger fan of a classmate than they were of him, or weren’t really a hero fan at all. Shouto honestly did not quite understand why hero work was so tied up in fandom in the first place, and only attended fan events because his manager’s temper was not a thing to be trifled with. 

He wanted to be a hero who put people at ease, but ease was the last thing he felt with people clamoring all over him. Fighting villains was infinitely more preferable.

So why did your admission that you weren’t a fan of his niggle at his brain, like a particularly insistent parasite?

Who were you a fan of, if not him? 

“...Well, glad that’s cleared up now. I’ll just, uh, go then,” you said, grabbing an armful of the cleaning supplies and shoving it back under the sink hastily.

Shouto had moved before he knew what he was doing, getting himself in between you and the door out to the hallway. 

“Wait,” he said, feeling uncomfortable. “I want to make up for what I said to you. You...didn’t deserve that, especially not right after you’d been kidnapped by a villain.”

He watched you eye the space between his hip and the counter, like you were considering making a break for it. As he watched your face, he felt some strange hope that you might try it, a certainty he would catch you. 

...Why did he want to catch you?

You waved a hand. “It’s fine. You saved me, we can call it even.”

Shouto’s mouth turned down minutely. He’d behaved badly, but surely you’d credit him better manners than that. “It’s my fault you were taken in the first place. I’d like to apologize properly.”

Your face did something weird, then, another distracting little curl of the nose. “You don’t actually have to go fuck yourself,” you blurted.

Shouto stared at you, caught off guard.

“Uh, I mean. You saved my life,” you babbled suddenly. “And yeah what you said to me was super rude, but what I said to you was also super rude. So, um, I’m sorry too. And I really would just like to call it even and forget about it because it’s super embarrassing for both of us and I could literally die thinking about it.”

You stopped suddenly, looking self-conscious like you’d realized you’d been rambling. Shouto almost wished you hadn’t.

“I hadn’t really planned on it,” he said quickly.

“Hadn’t planned on what?”

“Fucking myself,” he clarified. You choked on a shocked laugh, and he let a small smile tug at his mouth—there.

Finally.

Finally you looked a little more comfortable with him. 

Shouto tried hard not to look too pleased with himself.

“Oh, well that’s good, then," you said. Then you puffed up a little, adding, "That’s probably a job for your actual secret lover.”

Good lord. ��Not you, too.”

You threw him a smile, and Shouto’s heartbeat tripped over itself. “But I have evidence. I saw that homemade soup in your fridge once with the love note attached.”

It took him a moment to focus on what you were saying, but Shouto recalled the soup in question. It had been quite good, even if Bakugou had spent almost a half an hour ranting about what a weak ass little bitch he was for catching a cold. It had almost been worth it, the soup was that delicious. “Ah yes. That secret lover.”

“Cute pet name, too,” you said.

Shouto let out a low laugh, recalling the note. “You fucking fuck, was it?”

You laughed too, tension easing from your shoulders. Shouto’s eyes hungrily traced even that small movement.

A dawning sense of what was happening finally settled over him as he pronounced, “As it happens, however, I did already plan more of an apology.”

You looked up at him, your brow furrowing. “You planned...more of an apology?”

He gestured to a tall vase of white tulips on the kitchen counter. Your eyes went a little rounder as you observed them. You looked like you weren’t sure if they were for you, as if there were another previously kidnapped cleaning girl lurking about, who might be in need of an apology.

What a fascinating thing you were.

“I’ve been told that they mean forgiveness and new beginnings. I had hoped that we might...start over,” Shouto explained. He couldn’t help but feel self-conscious.

“I didn’t bring you any flowers,” you blurted.

He covered up a surprised laugh with a cough, the feeling in his stomach burning hotter. “I hadn’t expected them.”

He watched you turn back thoughtfully to the bouquet, certain now.

Over the phone, his mother had also said white flowers carried connotations of honor and purity. Two notions, Shouto realized with a growing sense of curiosity, that may be entirely inapplicable to his feelings about you.

He didn’t know much about you, but he knew for certain that he’d like to know more. And as he watched you reach out to pluck at a petal, wearing a shy little smile, he thought that yes, honor and purity had very little to do with his intentions at the moment.

You thanked him for the flowers, and Shouto made it clear to you that he hadn’t meant what he’d said about you being unwelcome here. He wanted—no, desired your return now. 

“That’s good to hear, thank you,” you said. Then your smile went a little mischievous. “As you can see, though, it didn’t really deter me.”

Shouto let himself smirk. “If I hadn’t seen the cleaning supplies already on the counter, I would be concerned that you’d come back for revenge.”

“There’s still time,” you joked. “Maybe I was going to play the long game and fill all the bottles with Sprite.”

The mulish statement surprised him into another laugh. “I hope the flowers are enough of a deterrent.”

You looked over the flowers again, then smiled up at him. His eyes caught on your mouth.

“The bribe has been accepted. Your countertops are safe from me.” You paused, then added, “For now.”

The hot feeling was everywhere now, simmering just underneath Shouto’s skin. He left himself lean towards you, relishing in the way your breath caught in a tiny hitch. “Be warned that I will do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of my countertops.”

You complained that he hardly used them, but complied nevertheless. Then you bullied him out of the kitchen, that tiny little scrunch back on your nose.

Shouto let you have your way, making his way over to the couch and settling on it with a book he had absolutely no intention of reading. Instead, as he watched you clean, he considered things.

He had always been straightforward about his goals. Once he’d chosen heroism as his dream, he’d let nothing stand in his way, working diligently all through UA, shooting nonstop through the ranks before breaking into the top five this year, one of the youngest to have ever done it. 

He was deliberate about what he wanted. He worked hard for what he wanted.

And as he wandered back towards the kitchen, questions ready in his mouth, he knew what else he wanted.

He wanted to know more about you.

He wanted to spend more time with you.

He wanted…

Well, he rather thought he wanted you.

I was going to edit this but every time I went to touch it, I made it worse. I hope you liked it anyway!

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[yoongifis]

💌 “yoongi this, yoongi that” | myg

; pairing: idol!yoongi x femaledancer!youtuber!reader

; genre: fluff, humor, implied smut, idol au, one shot

; warnings: there is usage of mature words and implied smut, established relationship.

; rating: 18+

; w/c: more than 4k (sorryyy!)

a/n: hii to all! wow, i was hesitant/nervous to post this but here we are! my very first one-shot/drabble! i’ve always had this idea where yoongi had a relationship with a dancer, so I decided to write up a little story myself! i’m not the best at writing so please bear with me on that (;___;) i’ll work harder to make my future writings better! i would also like to note that i may or may not write up a little series between idol!yoongi and femaledancer!youtuber!reader in the future? (^^) anywaaayyyss, enjoy reading!! <33 :D

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It’s not uncommon for you to be seen in one of Bighit’s dance studios helping out with creating choreography for BTS—especially when a member has a solo song. In fact, you’re here today in the studio with Jungkook and Hoseok. The plan for today is to figure out some dance moves, lay them out, and see where they fit best in the song...well, at least that was the plan. It’s funny how you got closer to all the members of BTS. You had actually gone to school with two of them before they debuted and here you are 3-4 years later getting offered to collaborate with their own choreographer for one of their previous title tracks. From there, you somehow ended up showing up to the studio often, which then led to you guys hanging outside of the studio and becoming close friends.

You, Hoseok, and Jungkook were really trying to get some work done, but all you guys kept doing was fooling around with your vlogging camera, making a bunch of random TikToks, or dancing to the choreography of other korean groups whenever a song of theirs plays.

The three of you were suddenly interrupted by the doors loudly swinging open and someone shouting your name, causing you all to turn your heads and see who belonged to the voice.

“Y/nnn~,” he whines—it was Jimin, “we need your help! Could you do something for us, pleasee?” Jimin begged as he and Taehyung both walked over to you, laying on the floor with a rolled up towel under your head while both Hoseok and Jungkook’s heads were resting on your stomach. You look up at them with a confused look, opening your mouth to say something but cut off by Jungkook.

“She’s busy with us right now! We’re kinda in the middle of choreographing something!” Jungkook quickly says as he looks up at them from his phone.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at Jungkook, “sure you guys are.” Jungkook smiles cheekily at them and you laugh.

“It’s called having a little break,” Hoseok adds. sticking his tongue out at them. You glance over at Jimin to catch his reaction to Hoseok, which he sassily rolls his eyes at, causing you to laugh again.

“Well your guy’s break is up! Y/n, we really need just a little bit of your help,” Jimin pouts.

You hum as you think to yourself, hesitating just a bit.

“Okay...but you have to tell me what I’ll be doing and why I’m doing it before I agree.”

Before you can keep going, Taehyung was quick to speak up and explain themselves, slightly startling you. He begins to pace back and forth right next to Jimin, throwing his hands around as he spoke.

“We’re annoyed with Yoongi-hyung because he never says “I love you” back to us when we say it to him! We tell him “say it back” but he either just tells us to stop or kicks us out of his studio!” He stops moving around and stands next to Jimin, pouting at you. You couldn’t help but smile big at them for acting this way.

“You know, hyung tells her that he loves her because she’s his girlfriend, right?” Hoseok chuckles as he starts to get up. Jungkook follows along and then holds out his hand to help you up, which you gladly take.

“Yeah, well— girlfriend or not, I still firmly believe that he should just say it back to us! We just want to feel loved by him too,” Jimin huffs, “it’s not fair for us to tell him that we love him at times and for him to not say it back!”

You softly chuckle at Jimin and Taehyung. Gosh, they’re dorks but they’re your dorks. These two were the ones who stuck with you through middle school and part of high school.

“Ah, you guys are so funny—I guess you can count me in with your little revenge on him! What exactly is your guy’s plan?”

Taehyung and Jimin turn to each other with furrowed eyebrows, and chewing on the skin of their bottom lip as they thought carefully until Jimin quickly looks back at you first.

“We want you to not call him any of the nicknames you usually call him!”

“So I just call him by his full name?”

“Wooow, that’s so cruel!” Hoseok interrupts.

“Hyung is definitely not going to like this,” Jungkook adds on. You didn’t think this wouldn’t affect Yoongi that much. I mean, he never really expressed whether or not he cared about being called those little nicknames you usually call him. So what the heck? Why not do it?

“He’ll be finnee,” you giggle, “besides, I’ll be only doing it for the rest of the day.”

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As you helped out Hoseok and Jungkook with tidying up the studio after you guys had finished your session, you were suddenly met by a pair of hands snaking around your waist from behind, arms wrapping around you gently. You glance over your shoulder just to see Yoongi about to nuzzle his face into the side of your neck and you couldn’t help but smile softly.

“Babyyy,” he lazily groans in a low voice against your skin.

“Hey Yoongi, what have you been up to?” You continued to separate the towels to its respectful places— folding the clean ones, which you guys were throwing at each other earlier, then stacking them up together and throwing the used ones into the bin that had the words “DIRTY” in dark black marker scribbled on the front. He grunts in response, spinning you around when he sees his chance to do so. Immediately, he kisses you and you return the favor. He playfully pulls back from the kiss with your bottom lip in between his teeth, then letting it go gently. He doesn’t stop there as he comes back to you and pecks your lips several times until you're giggling softly and trying to push him away, but failing because he had already tightened his hold around your waist.

“Yoongiiii, quit ittt,” you whined. He gives you a couple more quick kisses on the lips until he pulls back, a cheeky smile slowly forming on his face.

Hoseok walks by you guys and scoffs with a smile on his face, “yeah hyung, leave her alone already! You can eat her face off when she’s done!”

Yoongi turns and glares at Hoseok, eyebrow slightly raised, which causes him to run away giggling to Jungkook, who was scrolling through his phone as he sat on the floor.

He turns his attention back to you, face softening. His hands are still wrapped around your waist as he looks into your eyes.

“I’ve missed you, babe. Sorry I didn’t come down here earlier. Got too caught up in the studio.”

“Yoongi you know I just saw you yesterday,” you chuckle a bit. He becomes a stuttering and mumbling mess, removing an arm from your waist to scratch the back of his neck as his cheeks grow a light shade of pink. You’ve seen how Yoongi was on screen—reserved, calm, and very wise. He really didn’t seem like a person who likes to show much affection, especially if he were to be out in public. When you finally met him in person, he was actually the same guy you saw on screen. However, once the two of you got more closer than the others and eventually started dating, you saw a whole different side of him that completely surprised you.

You smiled softly at the way he was acting, bringing your hands to cup his face and lifting his head up to make him look at you again. “Ah, it’s okay, Yoongi. We’ll be spending time with each other later on anyways.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and pouted at your words, which caused you to giggle at him.

“Why the face?”

He firmly presses his lips to form a thin line as he silently thinks to himself.

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

.

“Baby, you staying over for dinner?” He looks over at you as you sit behind the breakfast bar watching him cut up some vegetables.

“Only if you guys want me to!” You perk up and smile cheekily at him. He shakes his head and scoffs but you manage to catch a smile slowly growing on his face when he glances over at you from chopping up a whole cabbage head.

“You know the others would want you to stay over and eat with us—they’d honestly beg for you to stay the night too.”

Before you could answer, a familiar voice fills the room, startling you both.

“—I mean, y/n is our friend! Of course we would want her to stay,” You watch as Jimin walks over to sit in the empty seat next to you, greeting you with the biggest smile. He copies you by putting his elbows on the counter and resting his chin on top of his knuckles.

With his back facing you both, Yoongi pauses and sighs loudly, shoulders falling downwards as he exhales.

“What do you want now, Jimin?” Yoongi doesn’t even bother to turn around and look at him.

“Ah, can’t I come and visit my favorite hyung?” You look over at Jimin, who was enjoying every second of bothering his friend.

“Yoongi-hyung, I love you,” Jimin quickly added.

You and Jimin couldn’t help but laugh as you both saw Yoongi slightly scrunch his face, cringing at the younger boy’s words while grumbling a bit in annoyance.

“Babe, could you put the chopped tofu into that big pot while I clean up?” He began to go around the kitchen to collect the used dishes and filled up the sink with them. He then turned on the sink and grabbed the sponge to soak it with some water and then adds on the soap, humming quietly to himself while he begins to scrub down each dish very well.

“Mm, okay,” you got up and carefully took the cutting board with the cut up tofu, looking over at the two large pots and two small pots on the stove, “which pot did you want me to put them in again, Yoongi?” You turn your head to glance at him, who freezes in his stance and stays silent for a few seconds. He turns off the water and huffs softly, a pouty face visible in your mind. You turn yourself around to face the stove again, waiting for him to make his way towards you after taking a nearby towel to dry his hands. He soon stands behind you and extends an arm to the side of your face to point to the pot in the upper right-hand corner.

“This one, babe,” he says with a low voice.

Taking small handfuls of the tofu, you slowly and carefully dropped them into the boiling pot. You could feel Yoongi’s gaze burning on you, making you feel slightly nervous, so you start to pick up the pace. You turn around just to bump into Yoongi, causing you to stumble backwards a bit. He instantly rushed to grab you with one arm by the waist tightly, bringing your body closer to his as he studies your flustered face.

“Okay, well...I-uh think I’m done Yoongi! Anything else I can help with?” You watch as he scoffs in disbelief at your words, still looking straight into your eyes. He pokes the side of his cheek with his tongue and then hums.

“No, that’s all baby. Thank you.”

He carefully lets go of you and you immediately make your way to go put the cutting board in the sink. He stirs the large pot that contained all things he had cut up, including the tofu you just added in.

“You guys can go ahead and tell the others that I’ll be done with the food in a few minutes.”

You make eye contact with Jimin and all he does is silently laugh. Seeing Yoongi act this way was quite amusing to Jimin.

“Okayy, we’ll be right back, Yoongi,” you answer. Once again, he scoffs and shakes his head in disapproval. You were pretty sure that not calling him the nicknames you’d usually call him by—like “baby” or “yoongs”— was definitely pissing him off more than expected.

.

And you were absolutely right.

He was not himself at all while you ate together with the boys. There were no long stories that started with “back in my day…” or any sort of chuckling coming from him. It was nothing but short/one-worded responses. You can also feel the grumpiness radiating from him, causing a bit of tension in the air. It was a bit awkward as some of the boys, particularly Seokjin and Namjoon, don’t know about this little “revenge plan” and are probably thinking that something had happened between the two of you. You took that thought and kept it in mind, telling yourself to eventually let them know why Yoongi was acting this way once this was all over.

Since Yoongi had cooked by himself, the rest of the members were stuck with having to clean up the aftermath of their dinner. You had offered to help clean but Yoongi was very persistent with having you rest with him in the living room before he’s off to go back to his studio while you watch a movie with the others.

He opted in sitting at the end of the couch while you sat fairly close to him with your legs resting on top of his thighs. The two of you were catching up on a TV show on Netflix, but you weren’t paying as much attention to it compared to Yoongi. You fumble with the tangerine in your hand, peeling it as you wonder if you should continue to be oblivious to everything and ask him what was wrong or why he’s acting so different today despite you already knowing the answer. Gently splitting the peeled tangerine in half, you extend your hand towards him, offering it. He could see your arm in his peripheral vision, so he glances over to get a clear view of what you were doing. You watch his eyes shoot down at the tangerine and back to yours, shaking his head ‘no’ silently before turning his attention back to the screen. Odd. It was the first time you’ve actually seen him act this way. He’s come to the point where he’s started to turn down his biggest weakness (besides you and music): tangerines. You pressed your lips together in a firm line with eyebrows furrowed, slowly dropping your extended onto your lap.

“Yoongi-ah, I thought tangerines were your favorite?” He quickly brings his attention back to you, who had their bottom lip sticking out as they pouted. Despite his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes multiple times, he did not seem to be phased by your words. He opens his mouth, and you instantly react by feeding him the half of the small tangerine. His eyes never leave you as you watch him chew carefully. You decide to plop the other half into your mouth, moving your gaze from him and then back to the television, savoring the taste of the sweet and tangy fruit—almost making you feel warm on the inside.

“—Y-Yoongi!” You squealed, startled by him when he takes your legs and pulls on them to gently drag you closer to him, causing your ass to now be slightly pressed against the side of his thigh and your legs to somewhat dangle off the armrest of the couch. You watch him as he sighs with a frown on his face, his hand now resting on your thigh as he rubs small circles with his thumb.

“Why do you keep calling me Yoongi?” He spoke to you in a gentle tone, voice low and velvety. He leaned back into the couch, trying to get himself comfortable. You, on the other hand, had your left side of your body pressed against the couch as you now sat with your legs criss-crossed, your knees touching the side of his thigh. You laugh a bit, thinking about how silly his question was but the look on his face shows that he was actually serious about it.

“Mm...well, it is your name. Isn’t it?” His hand on your thigh begins to move toward your hands that rested on your lap. Taking one of them, he starts to play around with the tips of your fingers as if he was a bit nervous with what he’s about to say next.

“Well...yeah…,” he trails off, turning the right side of his face and pressing it against the couch so he can see your pretty face better. However, that doesn’t last long when he looks down at his fingers with yours, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“...but you usually like to say my names in other situations.” You didn’t understand what he meant by that, but it suddenly hit you. He was referring to when you guys would…

“—Yoongi!” You slightly scolded him with wide eyes, terrified at the fact that someone from the other room could have walked in when he mentioned that. Yoongi on the other hand wouldn’t care if the boys heard him talking about you in this particular way. He’s proud of himself that he’s able to make you become a panting, whining mess like that in bed. He’s proud that he is the only one who can make you feel that good in bed.

He looks up at you chuckling, gums out and all.

“When we’re not doing those things, I like it whenever you call me baby, babe, bub, or whatever…,” he looks down again, watching himself drag his index finger around on top of your hand, “...and usually you always do, but today you never did. It was all ‘Yoongi this’ or ‘Yoongi that’ today. No ‘hi baby’ or any of that cute stuff you always say that makes me have butterflies in my stomach!” He kept his voice low and calm with a hint of annoyance. You watch him in silence, his head hanging low and acting completely crushed by all of this. You couldn’t help but smile really big.

This was really cute.

He was acting cute, and it’s really crazy for you to see this side of him. His head shoots up, eyes locking with yours when he sees you slowly removing your hand from his grasp. You cup his face with your hands, pulling him towards you to crash his lips against yours for a slow kiss. He groans into your lips, as your hands slowly move from his face to the back of his neck, while he immediately hooking an arm around your waist tightly, trying to press your body closer to his. You took this as a sign that he probably wanted you on his lap, so you slowly pull away from the kiss, getting a grunt in disapproval from him, sliding your hands from his neck and down to his shoulders. A little pout forms on his lips, missing yours against his. You throw a leg over his so that you could sit on top of him and straddle his thighs.

“I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t expecting you to care too much about this,” you run your fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp.

“What do you mean that I wouldn’t care? Of course I would care about you not calling me baby! It was bugging the shit out of me today and I seriously couldn’t take it anymore!” A soft smile forms on your face, grinning at how cute Yoongi was as he was frowning—all because of this.

“Ah, Yoongi,” you remove a hand from his hair and place it on the side of his right cheek, patting it softly, “you used to hate any sort of affection or being affectionate with someone before I met you—pushed away the members when they would try to hug you or get super shy whenever they tell you that they love you, yet here you are now...” He scoffs at your words, rolling his eyes at you. You smile at his reaction, quickly bringing yourself close to him to place a peck on his pouty lips.

“So what was this all for? To just make me grumpy all day?”

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy, so sure I guess.”

“You’re cute all the time but that’s not the point—why’d you wanna do this to me?” He stares into your eyes, waiting eagerly for you to explain yourself.

You remove your hands from his face, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck again to play with the ends of his hair, as you chuckle nervously, ”ahh—heh, it’s a funny story…,” you trailed off.

“It better be funny, princess.”

“Okay, well Jimin and Taehyung told me about their little problem with you.”

“With me? What did I do?”

You start to smile at the thought of the two men, “they told me you wouldn’t say ‘I love you’ back to them”.

He groans, “Ah...that… Well you already said it earlier! I’m not the best at showing affection with the others. I can only be this lovey-dovey guy when I’m with you.

“I know, I know,” you chuckle, “I thought that it was cute that they were complaining about that. They came straight to me to ask me to help them “get their revenge” on you.”

“Of course they would,” he snickers.

“Yeah and—well uh—me being me... I just had to accept the offer! It’s fun to tease you,” you giggle, “Hoseok and Jungkook were there when Tae and Jimin were telling me what to do and when they heard about it they instantly knew you wouldn’t like it.”

“Ah, seriously? You really wanted to do this to me? Glad Hoseok and Jungkook knew better.”

“I mean, I really got to see a different side of you when you’re deprived from the pet names I give you. Same with boys! Although, I’m not exactly sure if they’ve ever seen you like this before!” He groans at your words as he throws his head back against the cushion of the couch, eliciting soft laughter from your plump lips. You could tell he was regretting the way he acted today.

“I don’t like you anymore, can’t believe you took their side today.”

His neck was fully exposed to you as he laid there looking up at the ceiling. You took this opportunity to quickly scatter kisses all over it, nipping softly at his skin sometimes. He lowly groans, visibly enjoying your actions.

“Mmhm,” you mumble into his skin, pulling away. He lifts his head up, eyes focused on you.

“Sure you don’t,” you dramatically sigh, “guess we should break up then.”

“Break up?!” He tightens his grasp on your waist, pulling you closer to his body, “no way in a million years! You can’t even bribe me to do it.”

You laugh softly. You already knew that he would’ve reacted this way if the idea of breaking up were to be brought up. He’s already admitted it too many times about how bad he has it for you—face to face, through his gestures, and even in his songs.

“Ah, Yoongi~ you’re really so fun to poke around with.” He leans in to you and steals a slow and wet kiss from you, wanting to wipe away that little annoying smile plastered on your face. With a hand on his chest, you manage to gently push him away before things could start to escalate. But by the way he’s looking at you carefully, he’s definitely got a few things in mind. He lays back against the couch, removing a hand from your waist. He uses that hand to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear then brings it back onto your waist.

“No movie tonight with them,” his dark eyes scan you, licking his lips at the sight of you, “you’re coming with me tonight.”

“But Yoongiii~,” you whined jokingly, “I was really looking forward to watching a movie with them!” He scoffs at your words, he could tell you just were trying to play around with him again.

“Ah...‘Yoongi this, Yoongi that’ again, huh princess? You really do like to give me a hard time, don’t you?” He hums, removing both of his hands from your waist and tucking them under your thighs, gently drawing circles on the sides of them.

“Why don’t I give you a hard time now, hm? Get even with each other. I’ll make you frustrated and annoyed with me when I don’t give you what you want, just like you did to me, right princess? Get you riled up with just my tongue and fingers, not letting you cum until I say so, hm? You’ll be a mess, begging for me to stop torturing you and for me to give you my cock...do you think you would deserve it, princess? After all that’s happened today?” You swallowed, feeling yourself getting wet at the thought of him letting him do all these things to you. His dark eyes raking over your body, envisioning how you look beneath your baggy shirt and loose sweatpants, which were all his. He wondered if you were wearing a bra and panties underneath it all or if you weren’t wearing anything. God—he could feel himself growing harder by the second.

You knew by the way he was eyeing you, you’re in for a long night. He chuckles, a grin slowly growing on his face.

”I should give you a reminder on when you should be calling out my name while I’m at it too, hm?” He pulls you closer to him, your core pressing down on his hard on.

“Y-Yoongi!” You gasp, slightly grinding yourself against him for more friction. Removing a hand from under your thighs, he takes that hand and gives you a loud and hard smack on the ass, feeling it go straight down to your core. In response, you immediately push body against his chest at his touch, whimpering at the burning sensation

“Fuck—Yoongi, please,” you begged. You weren’t exactly sure for what, all you knew is that you wanted him right now. At this point, you couldn’t care any less that one of the members could walk in here any moment and see you in this position. He places a hand on your waist, pushing you down more on his crotch to encourage you to grind harder, while his other hand massages the area on your ass to ease the stinging pain. Soft and airy moans slip from your mouth, feeling yourself clenching around nothing as you grind against him with your sweatpants still on. He lowly chuckles again, lust-filled eyes watching you intently.

“That’s right, baby. That’s my girl.”

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Betrayal Story - Part 6

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CW: forced sedation, manhandling, drugged whumpee, needle mention, aftermath of branding/burning

Part 1 here, continued from here

-

Liam can’t move. Every time he does, his arms do too and the mere brush of burned skin against pristine bandages is enough to get him on the verge of tears.

The room he’s kept in is too barren, too small to provide any kind of distraction from the constant pulse of pain – too much and never abating. No one listens or cares when he begs for medication, for anything to ease the agony. The doctor comes in to see him, give him antibiotics and check if there’s no infection, but barely looks at Liam when he whimpers under gloved hands.

The first time he takes a glance at the twisted skin underneath the wound dressing, a breathy, hysterical laugh slips out, quickly followed by a silent gasp as Chase’s initials weigh on his arms. He was always his, in the end, wasn’t he? Even after being betrayed and stabbed and kidnapped, he could never get the agent off his mind. Now he’ll be on Liam’s body as well.

It takes all of his willpower not to rip the dressings off once the doctor and nurses leave, just to stare at the hideous thing his arms are now.

But in the silent room, with nothing to do but think and despair, Liam can’t stop looking at the bandages.

He doesn’t know how long he spends staring at it – at the white itchy gauze, and the burns that hurt underneath it. At the C and the R he knows are forever burned on his skin. Like fucking cattle, marked with his owner’s name. Like the stupid boy who thought he could give his heart away to the beautiful, mysterious man that smiled at him. If nothing else, it is a good reminder of how big of a fool Liam is. If he lives long enough for it to be useful, that is. If Jonah doesn’t decide he’s had enough of Liam soon.

Horror floods him at the thought, and when his heart speeds up, Liam can’t hold it any longer. He pulls off the bandages in one swift movement, holding his breath when a wave of fire licks his arms. It doesn’t stop him from ripping out the second bandage though.

His hands tremble on his lap as Liam stares at the skin above his wrists, red with blood and raw skin disfigured into letters. It looks just as ugly as it feels.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until a tear drips on his thigh. And then another and one more, until he’s openly sobbing, chest heaving and stomach twisting.

Lost in tears and the sight of burned skin that sinks into his heart and burns everything there too, Liam only realizes there are people in the room when a hand grabs his forearm.

“What did you do? I just bandaged that,” the nurse complains.

This time, this one time, he moves. Liam yanks his arm away from their grasp and stumbles out of the bed, away from the nurse that stares at him with wide eyes and a startled frown.

“D-d-don’t touch me,” he hisses, holding his hands as close to his chest as he can, and hissing again when sore skin rubs against his shirt. “Stay the fuck away!”

But instead of moving back or so much as talking to him, the nurse calls for the guards and starts walking in his direction.

Liam takes a step backward and presses his back against the wall, wild eyes searching for an escape, a weapon, anything, but salvation is nowhere near. “Please, don’t. Leave me alone.”

When the guards open the door and enter the room, Liam slides to the ground, as small as he can make himself, elbows on his knees, arms protecting his head.

“Get off!” he screams when hands grab at him, and thrashes in the hold. His foot connects with soft flesh, his knee with someone’s chin, but there are too many men. Too many hands for too little strength, no matter how desperately Liam fights.

They drag him through the floor as Liam writhes with every last bit of stamina he has, panic driving him to fight like he wishes he could every time he’s hurt.

A different kind of pain blooms as he squirms uselessly in unforgiving grips – one deeper, familiar, warmer. Liam still doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, he reopened the stab wound,” someone shouts over the cacophony of pain and panicked struggling. “Hold him down, now!”

Liam is pushed to the floor, and when someone squeezes both his arms to keep him there, right over the exposed burns, the world turns red, and a scream tears its way out of his throat.

“No, no, no, get off!” he sobs, kicking out even when a needle sinks into his arm. “n-n-nggh off, get, get o-off,” he tries again, but the world is already slipping through his fingers. He kicks out and thrashes as best as he can, but it isn’t enough. There are stronger bodies over him and the movement is barely there at all.

As much as Liam tries to keep his eyes open, they weigh too heavy, the drugs stronger than he is.

What isn’t?

Liam’s body relaxes against his will, slumps under harsh hands and angry stares, and all he can do is whimper when they drag his limp body to the bed.

-

Chase moves through life like a ghost, only a shell of helplessness and worry, and for the first time, his team notices. He hasn’t slept in days, not with Liam’s face twisted in agony ready to wake him up each time he closes his eyes. Has barely eaten, no appetite left when all he can think about is the boy he loves being hurt on his account.

How can he be free when Liam is locked up? How can he be the one who isn’t hurting when he is the only one who ever deserved it?

“Come on, I know that there’s something wrong,” Zoey says, crossing her arms.

If he could simply flee, he would, but with the hacker standing right in front of him, Chase knows it isn’t worth it. Even if he did leave, she wouldn’t stop trying to get the truth out of him. So Chase sighs and looks down at the blond woman who looks ready to commit murder.

“We all know it. You look like shit. What’s going on?”

It takes all of his strength to plaster a smirk on his lips and lean against the wall with a casual tilt of his head. “You guys worry too much. I’m fine, Zo. Probably could do with a little more sleep, but who couldn’t?”

As convincing as he hopes he sounds, Zoey doesn’t seem at all impressed by his acting. If anything, her frown deepens. “I know you, Chase. And you know me, so you know you can trust me. You look even worse than you did after that mission with the newspaper boy.”

Newspaper boy. If that was all Liam meant for him, maybe Chase’s heart wouldn’t be this tattered.

“Zoey. I am okay, I p– I promise.”

I never lied to you, he had said to Liam as he bled out in Chase’s arms. I betrayed you, yes, but not once did I lie. Stay alive and I’ll prove it to you.

But that was just another lie, wasn’t it? Liam is as alive as ever, and all Chase’s done is cause him more pain than any of them ever imagined possible. All he’s proven is his failure to keep Liam safe.

What is another lie when he’s already filled with them? Maybe that’s all he was always meant to be, all he will ever be – a betrayer. A traitor. A liar.

With a casual shrug that makes his stomach twist, Chase sidesteps his teammate. Before he can move farther away though, she grabs his arm and pulls him back.

“You are good at lying, but I can see the way your eyes have gone dull. I’m not going to force you to say it, but when you get tired of pretending to be fine, I’ll be here. Okay?” When Chase doesn’t answer, she takes a deep breath and nods. Zoey leaves him standing there, feeling dirty and raw, something stirring inside his chest and begging him to tell her everything.

Chase opens his mouth, the truth one breath away, and takes a step towards Zoey’s back. And then his phone buzzes, and reality comes crashing back as he looks at the screen and she disappears down the corridor.

Wanna see him?

It’s the first message he’s gotten from Jonah in days, and Chase holds his breath and freezes for a second at the words.

He’s rushing to his car even before his mind has caught up with his legs.

He’s standing in front of Jonah’s building in a matter of minutes, heart racing but mind weirdly quiet. Static silence, fear building up.

Jonah waits for him in the lobby this time, leaning against the open door of the elevator with a smile on his lips.

“Chase! Long time no see.”

“Where is he?”

“Straight to the point, huh. Boring as ever,” Jonah rolls his eyes. “I was feeling generous today, thought you might want to say hello. I’m not sure our dear boy will answer you, but you can try for yourself I guess.”

“What the fuck did you do?” Chase hisses as Jonah nods for him to get inside and presses the button.

“Nothing bad. He was just fussing about the pain, so my nurses gave him have a little something to relax.”

Chase steps into the elevator, two guards close behind, and fears he’ll shatter his jaw from how hard he’s clenching it.

“He also doesn’t really like his new… adornments, I don’t think. Ripped the bandages earlier today, wet the whole bed with tears.”

Jonah’s voice is light as he says it, the tone one would use to talk about something meaningless, something that doesn’t make Chase sink his nails into his palms and hold his breath. The man’s eyes are the telltale, shining with dark glee, and Chase can see the way Jonah follows his every movement like a predator, reveling at the little cracks in his unruffled façade.

“So when I offered him something to calm down, he didn’t even think before accepting,” he continues.

The doors slide open before any of them can say anything else. A small mercy.

The walk to Liam’s room is as quick as it is infinite. They stop in front of the door so incredibly soon, yet so painfully late.

“Be nice to him, I think he’s going through a phase,” Jonah chuckles as he nods for one of his men to unlock the door. “And don’t forget that this is your fault, dear.”

He barely realizes he’s entered the room until the lock clicks behind him. And then Chase’s eyes find Liam, and the world stops on its tracks, just like it always does when they are in the same room together.

He’s lying on his back, arms open and hands hanging off the bed, bandages covering the skin from Liam’s elbows to his wrists. His eyes are open, but unfocused, slow blinks that lead to nowhere even when Chase takes the first step towards him. His chest rises and falls slowly, rhythmically, a shallow blow of air through parted lips, and despite everything, Chase is happy that Liam isn’t in pain.

It is only when he stops beside the bed that Liam’s head lolls on the pillow, a sunflower looking for the sun even though no real light can reach him here. Still, he looks, and half-lidded eyes roam around the room before finally stopping on Chase’s face.

“Hey,” Chase says, curling one hand into a fist while the other clutches the edge of the bed.

“Mmgh,” Liam slurs with a shuddering breath and a crease on his forehead before trying again. “I, mm, I’m not, n-uh not feeling… well.”

“How can I help?” Chase’s voice is hoarse and low, pained, but Liam hears it. He hears it and he whimpers, shaking his head no.

Make it stop, his mouth forms, but doesn’t voice.

I can’t, Chase wants to scream, I’d give anything to make it all stop but I can’t. Instead, he softens his voice and tries to smile. “What if I do something to distract you? I… I was told you are under some strong drugs.”

Green eyes blink at him, and Chase is happy there are only the two of them in the room. He might actually lose it and punch Jonah square in the face if the man was here.

“How about I tell you a story? You’ve always liked them.”

Liam swallows, eyes darting around the room again, and even though Chase knows he isn’t listening, not really, he sits on the edge of the bed and starts talking.

“It’s about a boy who thought he could change the world, but instead changed the person who was sent to stop him.”

“Sou-sounds like a shit story,” Liam mumbles.

“Depends on how you look at it. Or who’s the one telling it, I guess.”

There’s a pause, and Liam sighs softly before talking again.

“Are you… are, are you really… here?”

The words slam into his chest, shattering anything left in there, and though Chase holds himself firmly still and keeps his face carefully free from anything but tenderness, something collapses inside of him. Maybe it’s his heart. It feels like it, and he wants to cry, to grab Liam and leave, but he can’t, and Liam strains to focus on his eyes, so Chase smiles like there isn’t burning agony rippling through him.

“Do you want me to be?”

“I, I don’t, I don’t know.” It is only a murmur, but Chase knows he’ll hear its echo in his nightmares for a long time – the uncertainty, the fear, the sadness. The helplessness.

I’m here. I would be here forever if I could.

But the words are only that – words. He can’t be here forever, nor erase all the pain he’s caused and continues to cause. So Chase picks up the pieces of his heart and pretends it doesn’t hurt to smirk and brush Liam’s hair away from his forehead like he used to do so long ago.

If he can’t take Liam away from this nightmare, the least he can do is pretend it is a dream.

“Then you should stop dreaming about me.”

“Ca-can’t,” Liam frowns, staring at the hand Chase just touched him with. “Will, will you leave? Again?”

“Only if you want me to.”

Liam looks up again, and something is missing in those eyes. A spark of life that was still there the last time they saw each other, but isn’t now. As Chase searches for the hope he always loved in the depths of Liam’s gaze, what he finds instead is sadness.

“Don’t go,” Liam breathes. “I, I, my h-head, it it it feels weird, Chase.”

“I know, love,” Chase says calmly, nothing of the wild desperation that rages inside of him seeping through the words. Not when Liam is this lost, this vulnerable. Not when it is the first time he has called Chase by his name after the betrayal. “It’ll pass.”

“I’m scared,” he murmurs, shifting on the bed. “But, I, I don’t remember… why.”

“You are okay, Liam. I promise. You’ll be okay.”

Liam closes his eyes and shakes his head, and when he speaks, his voice is only a whisper, gone even before he finishes. “I don’t believe you.”

Chase bites on his lip and creases his forehead, but none of it shows when he takes Liam’s hand in his own and gives it a little squeeze.

“I know. That’s okay too.”

But Liam isn’t there anymore to hear it. His body sags on the bed, taken away by the drugs, and Chase is left alone in Liam’s cell, watching the boy he’d kill and die for fall asleep. As he does, all Chase can think about is that he needs to get Liam out of here. Somehow, he needs to get him away, no matter the cost of it.

An hour goes by, and though it is one of the worst hours of Chase’s life, is it the first time he doesn’t feel like a part of his heart is bleeding in days. Not when he can see the bleeding part right in front of him.

He wants to wake Liam up, to hear his voice while he can, before he’s forced to leave again. But there’s peace on his face as he sleeps, and Chase can’t take him back to reality when he looks like he used to, like he could wake up at any moment and kiss Chase with a smile.

And then the door opens, and the memories vanish as Chase reluctantly gets up. As soon as he does though, Liam stirs on the bed, frail hand reaching out and grabbing Chase’s wrist before he can move away.

“You promised me… a… um, a story.”

Liam’s eyes open for a moment before closing again, but he doesn’t let go. Chase shoots one look at the guards waiting by the door and knows that nothing good will happen if he waits. He has to play nice if he wants to get Liam out.

Chase looks down at Liam again, and when he finds half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open, he can’t stop his voice from breaking mid-sentence.

“It’ll have to stay for another time, okay? I’ll see you soon, love.”

Liam’s eyes flutter back closed with a soft sigh. His voice is soft as the tears that sting Chase’s eyes when he speaks. “You al–, you always leave in real life too.”

Chase can’t find an answer before he is dragged out of the room by a firm grip he knows better than to fight. He yanks his arm away as soon as the door locks him and Liam on different sides, and hears the words rattling around his head while he is lead to sit in Jonah’s office to hear what the man wants next. All the way back to his house.

He doesn’t think when he calls Zoey. All he hears is Liam.

All he can see is Liam’s lost gaze, the life fading out of his eyes. All he knows is that if he lets him in Jonah’s claws one more second without doing anything, he might actually, truly, crumble down until he can’t pull himself back up.

He is sitting on his couch, hands over his face and elbows on his knees just like they have been since he got home, when his friend opens the door.

“Oh, Chase,” she breathes as soon as she sees his face and sits beside him. “What happened?”

He doesn’t get to crumble down. Not when it’s Liam the one being hurt. The one branded and tortured and kidnapped and betrayed. Still, when Zoey’s gentle arms wrap around him, he hugs her back.

“It’s Liam,” he says, fighting to get the words out through his heaving breaths, trying to force his mind to put them together long enough for someone else to know it too because he can’t do this on his own. He thought he could, he thought he was enough, but he isn’t and he needs to get Liam out, no matter what, no matter how, he has to, he has to before the light goes out in that beautiful green gaze. “He, I, he’s caught and it’s my fault and I thought I could keep him safe but I can’t and now–“

“Chase, breathe,” she commands, and he answers. It’s all he knows how to do, isn’t it? Answer orders. Look at what happens when he’s left on his own. “Let’s start from the begging.”

So Chase does.

(next)

[vibraniumwing]

the truth in your eyes.

a bucky barnes x fem!reader blurb wherein the reader shows bucky that someone does trust him.

WARNING: TFATWS SPOILERS, bucky having flashbacks, aside from that nothing else. (maybe a dash of angst if you squint just enough)

A/N: so as you all know, episode four was a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone and well that one scene where bucky was finally set free tore me into a million pieces, making me sob so hard (the hardest since the last episode of wandavision) and gave me so much muse. listened to hate to see your heartbreak by paramore while writing this. totally didn’t cry while re-watching those scenes for this fic. (sobbed even more when i listened to safe and sound bye)

beta read by these two lovelies: @anchoeritic and @harrysweasleys but mistakes are all mine!

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“...Hail HYDRA” was all that left Bucky’s lips as he easily snapped the neck of the man that he pursued in another mission as the Winter Soldier. His face was blank and cold as he stood there, eyes gazing over the lifeless body of the man in front him before looking at the other man standing by the end of the hallway, practically frozen with fear.

The sound of his boots were resonating in the hallway, overpowering the clatter of the keys of the man as he tried his best to unlock his hotel room. Panic consumed him as he felt The Winter Soldier’s presence draw nearer to him, “P-Please, I didn’t see anything,” He begged, avoiding the super assassin’s intimidating gaze.

Fear creeping into his system as he knew he was facing his untimely death as the stare of the man made him cower even more in fear, his breath staggered as he spoke, “I- I didn’t see anything.” He repeated profusely, unable to control his sobs as the gun was easily pointed to him, eyes closing as his demise came with a loud

BANG

Bucky jolted awake, sweat accumulating on his forehead, his body flushed despite the cold air that drifted through the room. His head turned to the cause of the sudden sound only to see your water bottle on the floor and your siamese cat, Steve, replacing its spot. He shifted his attention to you, wanting to make sure that you weren’t disturbed in your sleep.

The corner of his lips turned into a smile to see you deep in your slumber, your plush tiers slightly ajar as soft snores escaped. You looked so snug and harmless in his shirt, its size making you seem smaller as you were drowning in the clothing piece.

He slowly made his way out of your bed, slipping away to the kitchen to grab some milk to calm down his nerves. His steps were quiet, creeping around the apartment, scared he might accidentally wake you up and the last thing he wants is to disrupt you from your good night’s rest.

Bucky knew the layout of your apartment’s layout like the back of his hand, easily making his way towards the fridge where he grabbed his carton of chocolate milk that you bought especially for him, knowing about the secret love for sweets the man has. Grabbing a mug, he poured the cold drink and placed it inside the microwave, heating it up.

He then leaned back into the kitchen island, arms crossed together as he was still deep in thought, the terror of the innocent man that The Winter Soldier killed haunting him as he knew he had to make amends with his father once he gained the courage to do so. His right arm covering his mouth as he let a frustrated groan, wanting nothing more than to have these dreams stop haunting him.

“It is time” Ayo said from across the fire, spear in her hand as she looked at Bucky with a determined look.

He was less than half of the man he was at present, broken and lost as the Wakandans took him in and helped him regain control over his mind, hoping to give him some sort of stability in his life. Hiis eyes cast down and was focused on the fire in front of him, its warmth giving him a sense of comfort, “You sure about this?” he questioned, voice laced with a mixture of despair and hope.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone” The warrior reassured, staying silent for a moment to give way for Bucky to ready himself. She walked towards him slowly as she started off, “желание” her voice the only thing heard aside from the gust of wind and the crackle of the campfire. “Ржавый”

“...семнадцать” and that’s when he felt it. Flashbacks of him and Steve’s fight along the highway of New York coming back to him, the first time he encountered him after years of no contact; he didn’t even know himself when Steve called him Bucky. His struggle as Zemo got a hold of the infamous red notebook that holds his trigger words, activating the Winter Soldier that caused disruption amongst the avengers.

“добросердечный, добрый. девять” Ayo continued, watching him intently, seeing the struggle that was clear as day on his face. Bucky continued to have his memories thrown at him, seeing the destruction he caused as something he wasn’t, causing him to erupt in tears.

“Один” His torment under the hands of HYDRA causing him great pain as he fought everything under his willpower to keep everything contained. Bucky’s tears were uncontrollable as realization hit him.

“грузовой вагон” Ayo finished, looking at him with a warm and proud smile, relief evident in her demeanor as she spoke, “You’re free.” causing him to erupt into a sob.

Those two words echoing in his mind as he finally felt free, a heavy weight lifted off from his shoulders, feeling himself gain control over the monster that lived inside him; overjoyed and relieved that he can start the journey of being free from there. He was finally James Buchanan Barnes again.

“Bucky!” a voice disconnected him from his train of thought, head whipping to the side where he saw you, clad in just his shirt as you hugged the pillow with one arm, the other raised as you rubbed the sleep off from your eyes. “Your milk is cold again.” you stated, dropping the pillow as you walked in front of him, wrapping your arms around his bare torso.

He was quick to reciprocate the hug, holding you close to him. “You shouldn’t be up yet, doll.” His voice was gruff, trying his best to hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head before burying his face against your neck, inhaling your scent that he found comfort in.

“The cold is bed without you.” You mumbled softly, feeling drowsier than ever as the heat from his body was enough to lull you back into slumber. Your jumbled sentence made him chuckle, further proving his point that you should be sleeping.

But you knew Buck like the back of your hand, he would only drink his chocolate milk hot if there was something he wanted to clear his mind so you pulled away just enough for you to look at him, your e/c orbs meeting his icy blue ones that showcase so much emotion that his face couldn’t convey. “What’s wrong, James?”

His brows furrowed for a second upon your use of his real name, knowing that you were serious about your question, “Nothing, baby. I’m fine.” He reassured, squeezing you lightly in his arms, hoping that you would buy his alibi but you weren’t fooled despite your sleepy state.

“You only drink your chocolate milk warm if you have something on your mind, so please, James. Tell me.” You pleaded, your innocent state tugging Bucky at the heartstrings as he flipped your position, easily lifting you to sit on the kitchen island as he positioned himself in the middle of your legs, his arms not leaving your frame.

“I… I had another nightmare.” Buck started off, his voice was still as low as before, but it was laced with a hint of brokenness as he recalled the horror of his dream. “You know the recurring one I’ve been dealing with? That one.” he didn’t want to go into detail about anything, finding it hard to find the right words to use. “I… I still feel like a monster.”

You shushed him, pulling away to let your hands rest on his shoulders, your eyes meeting his once again. “You’re not a monster, Buck. You never were.” Which was true, you were the few who believed that he was innocent and not a cold-hearted killer like everyone believes him to be. “You didn’t have a choice一 so please don’t blame yourself for any of this,”

Your smaller hands found its spot on the sides of his face, wiping the tears that glistened on his skin as the moonlight hit him, highlighting the beauty of his eyes even more. “It would take a person with real empathy to see the truth in your eyes. Those beautiful eyes that have shown me nothing but love and adoration, you have my trust Buck. You have me, Sam, and… Steve. You have us.”

Bucky was silent, taking in your words before nodding, his larger hands engulfing yours as he held them, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you, Y/N. For always believing in me, for trusting me.”

“Always, James. Always.”

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[h2bakugou]

hiiii could u do some hc’s on denki, todoroki & bakugous s/o LOVING sanrio characters and them spoiling them w a bunch of cute sanrio merch, plushies and that type of stuff!

a/n: hii! of course! i love sanrio stuff, i don’t own any merch sadly but i’d like to get some soon, it’s so cute.

headcanon: them with a s/o that loves sanrio

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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denki kaminari

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When Denki finds out about your love for Sanrio stuff, he’s going to want to spoil you. And spoil you he does.

He’ll wait in line at a toy store hours before it opens just to get you that new plush. 

He’s dedicated.

Won Best Boyfriend Award three months in a row and plans on running for a fourth.

He loves your dorm room. Mostly because it’s yours, but also because cuddles consist of holding you close while surrounded by a hoard of plushies.

It’s comfy and warm and inviting, and there’s something so nice about it. 

Matching Sanrio outfits. If there are pajamas? Better believe you’ve both got a pair and whenever you two stay up late eating pizza and hanging out, he’s there beside you in the same one as you.

He thinks it’s really cute that you like Sanrio. He does a bit of research to learn all their names, and will periodically point out what plush is what. It’s just a sign that he cares about what you like, if the mountain of plushies he’d bought for you wasn’t enough.

Overall, he really enjoys your love for the cute characters. And he begins to like them too.

If you buy him a plushie, or give him one of yours to keep, he’ll melt. He’s so sweet.

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shoto todoroki

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Todoroki knows what Sanrio is but doesn’t know a single thing about it.

When you tell him more about it, he’s interested because you like it so much. And like Kaminari, he’ll do his research.

When he gets you that first plushie, your reaction makes him smile, you always seem to warm his heart somehow.

So he’ll buy you another plushie, or a blanket, or maybe a shirt or hoodie with your favorite character on it.

You’re very grateful for Todoroki because let’s be honest, he spoils you. 

“Shoto why do I have a charge for Sanrio something for almost 200 dollars?”

Consider your obsession with the cute plushies taken care of.

Enjoys cuddling with you, he’s fighting the plushies, mentally of course, about who gets to be closet to you. It should be him obviously, but if Melody wants to cuddle you first, he’ll allow it.

Once he’s well versed in Sanrio, he’ll probably start to like it too. He finds himself buying little matching keychains, or best friend items that come with two things for you and a friend to share.

He also bought himself a plushie but no one needs to know about that purchase.

He sleeps with it every night.

When you give him a plushie or buy him one, he adds it to his own collection. He also sleeps with that one every night.

Todoroki’s dorm room slowly fills with plushies, just on his bed.

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katsuki bakugou

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Bakugou is totally lost when it comes to Sanrio. He has no idea what a Sanrio is and where it came from.

So you have to tell him about it. And when he sees just how much you like it, he’ll go out and buy you something.

“I didn’t know if this was the right one.” Bakugou mumbles, handing you the white bag with the plushie inside.

You’re brimming with excitement when you pull out the plush. You didn’t have this one, and the expression on your face moves Bakugou.

He falls a little more for you that day.

He starts surprising you with gifts, but he wants to act tough about it.

“I got you this dumbass.” He’ll hand you the big bag with like five plushies inside, and he’s trying not to blush but he is.

You hug him and beg him to stay so you can set them all on your bed.

He loves to cuddle, but this fool.

You better pray those plushies move outta the way.

Bakugou loves your plushies to death, he remembers all their names when you tell them to him, but he likes to cuddle you and you alone. And as much as he loves Badtz-Maru, he’s gonna move him out of the way when he wants to cuddle you.

Matching sweaters. He’ll wear a sweater with Badtz-Maru on it while you wear one with Melody or maybe even Hello Kitty. 

Please give him a plushie. He won’t buy one for himself, but he’ll cherish the ones you get/give him.

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[oloreaa]

Hi Rea! First, congrats on your follower milestone! 😄 Second, how about a little love for Paz Vizsla? How does he like to relax? (PG-13 is intended, but if you go in a different direction, that's fine too!)

Hii!! Thank you so much, I love you a lot🥺❤❤ This is my first time writing Paz lmaoo LETS GO!!!

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How Paz relaxes (gn!)

On his own, I absolutely picture him as a guy who uses workouts to relax, like running laps, doing push-ups, pull-ups, whatever. Not because he wanna be Swole ™️(bc he is that already) but because it powers him out, it makes his brain go blank and he doesn't have to think of any kind of responsibilities while he is sweating and working his body

Additionally, time at the shooting range is also how Paz calms down and unwinds after a frustrating day

I think he likes to take a long shower, and if they have access to it, watch some holomovie that is currently playing.

If he if in company to relax, it's either with his siblings in arms, talking, laughing and telling stories, arm wrestling and showing off, typical for Mandalorians

With you, however?

It mostly depends on what you're currently in the mood of. He can relax with you privately and in public, and it really is determined by how the both of you are feeling.

In public, it's probably very similar to how Paz relaxes in company with friends, with the addition of him lingering near you.

Holding your hand under the table, or his hand resting on your thigh, arm curled around your shoulder, pulling you close into him. Soft and easy touches, but he will definitely get pissy if someone makes a remark regarding his affections (he likes to show you off, after all. He will not hide his feelings)

In private, he is just as affectionate as he is in public, but he is a tad more shameless than before. Paz will definitely seek out your warmth, pull you into his lap, hands wandering across your skin, holding you close. Cuddling for long times, especially after all the instances where he cannot feel you skin to skin, is his favourite way to end the day, breathing you in, peppering soft and gentle kisses against your skin

Laying his head on your thigh while your fingertips ghost over his features is also a favourite pastime of his, and you often talk for hours in this position

If you're not in the mood for cuddles, though, he will just link his pinkie finger with yours and sit next to you, both of you watching that trashy holomovie that is playing and making fun of it

Paz loves to listen to you telling him about your day, however much you chose to reveal, your voice is a big comfort to him. Feeling how your voice travels through your body as you speak, the intimacy of it while he has his arms wrapped around you makes him fuzzy and warm inside

NSFW under the cut, just an expansion but not necessary to read!!

Warnings: oral (m&f receiving but also works for gender-neutral parties, penetrative sex)

Taking a bath or shower with him to relax will definitely end with both of you panting, chests heaving and your bodies buzzing in pleasure. His wandering hands will explore every single inch of your body as if he had never held you before while soaping you up. Not to mention that the feeling of you pressed against him is very effective in shutting his brain down.

If you want that man to be completely relaxed, you just need to give your mouth something to do. Blowing Paz gently and thoroughly is what melts him in 0.2 seconds flat

Peppering kisses all over him, making a mess, using your hands to cover what your mouth cannot reach, looking up at him with wide, bright eyes will have his brain blissfully blank

Caressing him and slowly drawing him to his peak, Paz will just close his eyes and hum, praising you as his hand guides your head, and if you let him lead, he will show you the pace he wants to have

How he also loves to relax, though? Burying his face between your thighs and just stay there for hours. Thinking station upstairs completely empty, senses overwhelmed by your taste and smell and warmth, fingers digging into your thighs, forearms pinning your tummy down, making you come on his face again and again, is something that makes his brain cell go ~whoosh~ for a long time, lost in the sensation and the rush

He prefers oral (both giving and receiving) when trying to relax because it doesn't require as much energy and you can still get off

Don't let that fool you into thinking that he wouldn't absolutely wreck you though, making you see stars, enjoying the exertion similar to how he enjoys the rush of blood while training

To round this off, Paz is definitely the type that requires action to relax, preferring his body to do the work so his brain can shut down, and distract him from everything else that is going on in the tribe

And if he can relax with you, even better

……………

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[vibraniumphoenix]

the truth in your eyes. [ b.b ]

a bucky barnes x fem!reader blurb wherein the reader shows bucky that someone does trust him.

WARNING: TFATWS SPOILERS, bucky having flashbacks, aside from that nothing else. (maybe a dash of angst if you squint just enough)

A/N: so as you all know, episode four was a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone and well that one scene where bucky was finally set free tore me into a million pieces, making me sob so hard (the hardest since the last episode of wandavision) and gave me so much muse. listened to hate to see your heartbreak by paramore while writing this. totally didn’t cry while re-watching those scenes for this fic. (sobbed even more when i listened to safe and sound bye)

updated a/n: still crying. yeah definitely stlll crying.

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“…Hail HYDRA” was all that left Bucky’s lips as he easily snapped the neck of the man that he pursued in another mission as the Winter Soldier. His face was blank and cold as he stood there, eyes gazing over the lifeless body of the man in front him before looking at the other man standing by the end of the hallway, practically frozen with fear.

The sound of his boots were resonating in the hallway, overpowering the clatter of the keys of the man as he tried his best to unlock his hotel room. Panic consumed him as he felt The Winter Soldier’s presence draw nearer to him, “P-Please, I didn’t see anything,” He begged, avoiding the super assassin’s intimidating gaze.

Fear creeping into his system as he knew he was facing his untimely death as the stare of the man made him cower even more in fear, his breath staggered as he spoke, “I- I didn’t see anything.” He repeated profusely, unable to control his sobs as the gun was easily pointed to him, eyes closing as his demise came with a loud

BANG

Bucky jolted awake, sweat accumulating on his forehead, his body flushed despite the cold air that drifted through the room. His head turned to the cause of the sudden sound only to see your water bottle on the floor and your siamese cat, Steve, replacing its spot. He shifted his attention to you, wanting to make sure that you weren’t disturbed in your sleep.

The corner of his lips turned into a smile to see you deep in your slumber, your plush tiers slightly ajar as soft snores escaped. You looked so snug and harmless in his shirt, its size making you seem smaller as you were drowning in the clothing piece.

He slowly made his way out of your bed, slipping away to the kitchen to grab some milk to calm down his nerves. His steps were quiet, creeping around the apartment, scared he might accidentally wake you up and the last thing he wants is to disrupt you from your good night’s rest.

Bucky knew the layout of your apartment’s layout like the back of his hand, easily making his way towards the fridge where he grabbed his carton of chocolate milk that you bought especially for him, knowing about the secret love for sweets the man has. Grabbing a mug, he poured the cold drink and placed it inside the microwave, heating it up.

He then leaned back into the kitchen island, arms crossed together as he was still deep in thought, the terror of the innocent man that The Winter Soldier killed haunting him as he knew he had to make amends with his father once he gained the courage to do so. His right arm covering his mouth as he let a frustrated groan, wanting nothing more than to have these dreams stop haunting him.

“It is time” Ayo said from across the fire, spear in her hand as she looked at Bucky with a determined look.

He was less than half of the man he was at present, broken and lost as the Wakandans took him in and helped him regain control over his mind, hoping to give him some sort of stability in his life. Hiis eyes cast down and was focused on the fire in front of him, its warmth giving him a sense of comfort, “You sure about this?” he questioned, voice laced with a mixture of despair and hope.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone” The warrior reassured, staying silent for a moment to give way for Bucky to ready himself. She walked towards him slowly as she started off, “желание” her voice the only thing heard aside from the gust of wind and the crackle of the campfire. “Ржавый”

“…семнадцать” and that’s when he felt it. Flashbacks of him and Steve’s fight along the highway of New York coming back to him, the first time he encountered him after years of no contact; he didn’t even know himself when Steve called him Bucky. His struggle as Zemo got a hold of the infamous red notebook that holds his trigger words, activating the Winter Soldier that caused disruption amongst the avengers.

“добросердечный, добрый. девять” Ayo continued, watching him intently, seeing the struggle that was clear as day on his face. Bucky continued to have his memories thrown at him, seeing the destruction he caused as something he wasn’t, causing him to erupt in tears.

“Один” His torment under the hands of HYDRA causing him great pain as he fought everything under his willpower to keep everything contained. Bucky’s tears were uncontrollable as realization hit him.

“грузовой вагон” Ayo finished, looking at him with a warm and proud smile, relief evident in her demeanor as she spoke, “You’re free.” causing him to erupt into a sob.

Those two words echoing in his mind as he finally felt free, a heavy weight lifted off from his shoulders, feeling himself gain control over the monster that lived inside him; overjoyed and relieved that he can start the journey of being free from there. He was finally James Buchanan Barnes again.

“Bucky!” a voice disconnected him from his train of thought, head whipping to the side where he saw you, clad in just his shirt as you hugged the pillow with one arm, the other raised as you rubbed the sleep off from your eyes. “Your milk is cold again.” you stated, dropping the pillow as you walked in front of him, wrapping your arms around his bare torso.

He was quick to reciprocate the hug, holding you close to him. “You shouldn’t be up yet, doll.” His voice was gruff, trying his best to hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head before burying his face against your neck, inhaling your scent that he found comfort in.

“The cold is bed without you.” You mumbled softly, feeling drowsier than ever as the heat from his body was enough to lull you back into slumber. Your jumbled sentence made him chuckle, further proving his point that you should be sleeping.

But you knew Buck like the back of your hand, he would only drink his chocolate milk hot if there was something he wanted to clear his mind so you pulled away just enough for you to look at him, your e/c orbs meeting his icy blue ones that showcase so much emotion that his face couldn’t convey. “What’s wrong, James?”

His brows furrowed for a second upon your use of his real name, knowing that you were serious about your question, “Nothing, baby. I’m fine.” He reassured, squeezing you lightly in his arms, hoping that you would buy his alibi but you weren’t fooled despite your sleepy state.

“You only drink your chocolate milk warm if you have something on your mind, so please, James. Tell me.” You pleaded, your innocent state tugging Bucky at the heartstrings as he flipped your position, easily lifting you to sit on the kitchen island as he positioned himself in the middle of your legs, his arms not leaving your frame.

“I… I had another nightmare.” Buck started off, his voice was still as low as before, but it was laced with a hint of brokenness as he recalled the horror of his dream. “You know the recurring one I’ve been dealing with? That one.” he didn’t want to go into detail about anything, finding it hard to find the right words to use. “I… I still feel like a monster.”

You shushed him, pulling away to let your hands rest on his shoulders, your eyes meeting his once again. “You’re not a monster, Buck. You never were.” Which was true, you were the few who believed that he was innocent and not a cold-hearted killer like everyone believes him to be. “You didn’t have a choice一 so please don’t blame yourself for any of this,”

Your smaller hands found its spot on the sides of his face, wiping the tears that glistened on his skin as the moonlight hit him, highlighting the beauty of his eyes even more. “It would take a person with real empathy to see the truth in your eyes. Those beautiful eyes that have shown me nothing but love and adoration, you have my trust Buck. You have me, Sam, and… Steve. You have us.”

Bucky was silent, taking in your words before nodding, his larger hands engulfing yours as he held them, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you, Y/N. For always believing in me, for trusting me.”

“Always, James. Always.”