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veltana · 1 month ago

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The winter rebound

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~3,6k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Avengers!Bucky, alcohol consumption, fluff, pwp, smut, oral (fem receiving), piv sex, safe sex, dirty talk.

✦ Summary: You go with your friend to Stark's holiday party

✦ Note: This was the first thing I wrote and published when I got back into the marvel fandom, so it's a super self-indulgent piece! But I hope you like it anyway! As always, please comment and/or reblog! Asks are always welcome!

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It was Friday. You watched yourself in the mirror and told yourself that you would have fun tonight. Forget about your ex of five years who broke off your engagement a month before the holidays, whom you had spent the last three weeks crying over.

Tonight you were accompanying your best friend to the annual Stark holiday party, and you would not think about him once during the night, while you danced and drank yourself into a stupor.

Standing outside the huge compound made you anxious. Maybe it was too soon to meet the real world without him. No! Don’t think about that asshole! You cut yourself off before your thoughts started to spiral.

“Come on!” your friend Lily laughed. Her genuine smile was contagious and you returned it, squaring your shoulders and forcing every dumb thought down before you took her arm as the two of you made your way down the gold and red carpet. At the end, two large glass doors were opened by life-sized mechanical nutcrackers.

“I sure hope those don’t spring to life and ruin this party too,” you mumbled. Lily giggled, “Don’t worry, I helped with the software, unless Mr. Stark went a completely different direction there should be no worries.” “So there is a possibility,” you joked as the doors closed behind you.

If she answered you didn’t hear because you were too busy taking in the amazing winter-themed party. The waiters were also dressed as nutcrackers and there were dancers in amazing outfits performing all over the floor. Music played in the background and some were moving to the beat while others stood around and talked.

Honestly, you had expected more people, like at least two hundred but there were only about fifty in the huge hall. Not only the regular people, like your friend, who helped with software, hardware, management, and the day-to-day running's of the compound, but it was impossible not to notice the heroes also in attendance.

Not all of them were there, no sign of Thor or Loki, or the Guardians, but this was your first time so close to any hero ever, you would take what you could get.

“Come, I’ll introduce you to everyone,” Lily said and started to pull you along while you gazed at the shifting decorations adorning the walls, obvious to the blue eyes that followed you with interest from the bar.

Too many names spun through your brain, accompanied by the alcohol your friend had been plying you with.

Everyone you had met so far had been incredibly nice and friendly and hadn’t minded when you asked all the dumb questions about working at such a place.

Finally, it came down to the big event, meeting Mr. Stark and maybe the rest of the Avengers currently there.

Lily stepped up to her boss and greeted him and Pepper Potts like they were friends rather than her superiors and then introduced you. Not a lot of people got to shake hands with Iron Man and Pepper Potts but now you had, and it was totally normal.

“Interesting hair color,” Tony Stark pointed out. “Is it meant to look like that?” It was such an old man thing to say you could only laugh as Pepper elbowed him in the ribs. “I am sorry,” Pepper apologized but you waved it off.

“He is paying for everything I drink, so if he wants to make fun of my hair, it’s fine.” Pepper gave you a relieved look and was about to say something else when a voice interrupted.

“It looks like the Aurora Borealis.”

Bucky Barnes had appeared out of nowhere, like the skilled assassin he had been trained to be. It was like he had materialized out of thin air at your side and you jumped when he spoke.

Before you knew what you were doing, you reached out, slapping your palm against his hard chest, and said “For fuck’s sake,” while your other hand rested over the heart trying to work its way out of your chest.

Then you realized what you’d done and pulled back your hand quickly, covering your mouth. Bucky stared back at you, mouth slightly open, while Lily and Tony both cackled in amusement. “That’s what you get Barnes,” your friend pointed out.

With a crooked smile, Bucky just said, “How about I buy you a drink to make up for it?” and held out his arm. “As long as it’s crazy expensive since the old man made fun of my hair,” you shot over your shoulder at Tony as you took the offered arm.

Your friend winked at you before she returned to her conversation with Natasha Romanoff, whom you would just have to say hello to some other time.

Bucky led you the short way to the bar and you eased your way on to the chair, making sure not to get tangled in your long dress, as Bucky leaned over the bar and asked for the most expensive champagne they had.

“I’m Bucky,” he said. “I know,” you smiled at him before introducing yourself too.

In no time there were two flutes in front of you, he offered you one, saying cheers before you took the first sip. The unabashed moan that left you wasn’t meant to be sexual but Bucky stopped his glass halfway to his lips to just stare at you. It cracked you up, “Sorry,” you said, “I’ve never tasted champagne this good before.” He also took a sip, his eyes widening a little, and when he’d swallowed all he said was, “Wow.” “I could get used to this,” you took another mouth and closed your eyes.

When you opened them again you found him looking at you and it made a shiver go down your spine. For the first time in a long time, you felt desire pool in your lower belly. “Will this make up for Stark’s comment?” he asked. “It will absolutely!” you promised. “I think your hair looks great and I’m like twice his age so…” he trailed off.

“My friend, Lily, has told me about these crazy old super soldiers, but you look spry for your age,” you winked at him. “You can only imagine,” he flirted back, and your cheeks heated. You had forgotten about this, about the utter intoxication of flirting with a man and having it returned to you.

After several weeks of drought, your body suddenly knew what arousal was again and flooded you with it, making your heart beat twice as fast and your skin flush. “Oh, you want me to think of everything you can do?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. “Anything you want, doll,” he leaned forward, “But I’m sure your imagination won’t hold a candle to the real thing.” “Are you going to show me?” “If you want to,” he smirked and you felt yourself grow wetter by the second.

You leaned in too, unable to resist him and not wanting to either. You wanted to get lost in him for as long as he would have you. He finished off the rest of his champagne like it was a shot of liquor.

“Come on, I have just the place,” he smiled, holding out his hand. Not even second-guessing yourself for a moment you finished your glass and let him lead you away.

Bucky took you through a side door, into a corridor that led to the heart of the compound which was now deserted, and finally into a large room with a domed ceiling.

It looked like a cinema almost, except the screen was the whole ceiling, and in the middle of the floor was an enormous sofa-like thing that easily fit several people.

After Bucky pressed something on a side panel the room lit up with the Aurora Borealis.

You let go of his hand, staring with huge eyes at the display. Maybe you had misinterpreted his intentions and they were actually pure, not at all the filthy things you had thought this would end up being.

Never had you been happier to be wrong.

This time when he appeared out of nowhere he didn’t scare you, he gripped your waist with the vibranium arm and spun you into his chest, before using his other hand to pinch your chin between his fingers.

“I’m going to kiss you, tell me if I should stop,” he breathed. Instead of answering with words you surged up and crushed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him impossibly closer.

It was almost like he expected you to be timid or something because, for a few seconds, he didn’t move, but then he rushed into action, moving his lips and kissing you like a man starved.

Desire flooded you, making every one of his touches feel like fire even through the fabric of your dress. He moved you backward until your knees hit the oversized sofa, and you laid down.

Bucky’s face was burning with desire as he looked down on you, before he could move or say anything you grabbed your skirt and pulled it up until it bunched around your waist so that you were able to spread your legs without restraint.

The growl erupting from his chest made you smile and you crooked your finger toward him. He knelt between your legs, grabbing your thighs to spread them even more before he leaned down over you to capture your lips again.

The action made the hard cock in his jeans brush against your heated core, making you moan into his mouth.

He pulled back, eyes wild, “Your sounds make me fucking crazy.” he groaned, moving his hands down your naked legs, caressing them and gripping them, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be rough or gentle.

“Hope so,” you smiled and started to tug at his suit jacket, needing to see his body. He obliged by sitting back and ridding his upper body of clothing. As soon as you could your hands splayed out across the expanse of his naked torso, feeling the hard muscles under the soft skin.

Your eyes grazed over the scars on his left shoulder but didn’t pay it any mind. The man had trauma, that was no secret, but tonight you didn’t need to delve into that. Instead, you sat up, kissing the skin you could reach and licking at his nipple, making him moan most deliciously.

He reached around you to unzip your dress and you whined when you had to move away from him to let him pull it off you. Now you were almost completely naked with the super soldier, except for the thong you wore that did little to hide anything from him, and your heels.

Without another word, he stood up and unbuttoned his pants, peeling them off and kicking off his shoes in the process, before he was back over you. Now it was his turn to taste your skin and when he closed his mouth around a nipple, using his vibranium hand to pinch the other, you released a high-pitched mewl you never heard from yourself before.

That only spurred him on, alternating between sucking and licking at you, squeezing or pinching your sensitive buds. The pleasure was too much, like you would implode or maybe even come from just him playing with your tits. You fisted the fabric under you, pushing your chest even more into him as moans and words tumbled from your lips.

“Bucky, please!” you tried forming a coherent sentence but failed. “What do you need, doll?” he asked, lips shiny with his spit as he looked up at you. “Touch me, make me come, please Bucky,” you didn’t want to wait another second for the pleasure you had missed for a lot longer than the weeks since your break up. This temporary connection with a stranger was already better than what you had experienced over several years.

“Can I taste you?” his voice was husky, filled with restrained want. “Yes!” you smiled and raised yourself on your elbows.

You watched as he kissed his way down your form, pulling off your thong and throwing it away. He grabbed your thighs and spread them wide before letting the thumb of his vibranium hand slowly drag up, separating your folds, groaning, almost whispering “Fuck, your pussy is perfect,” and leaning in to carefully lick up your spread lips. You fell back, staring up at the beautiful display as Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, one of the Avengers, ate you out with perfection.

Every move he made sent sparks through your entire body and pulled cries from you. Your hands tangled in his hair, not pulling or pushing, just needing to anchor yourself on something. Nothing would hold a candle to this for the rest of your life you suspected, because even though you had just met, Bucky Barnes took his sweet time, caressing his hands up and down your sides, down your legs, and back up again, using his tongue and lips to make your body blaze.

Your crescendo built steadily, as did your voice, the closer you got the more you pleaded and begged, even though he was doing exactly what you wanted him to. When two fingers on his right hand breached you with no problem your back bowed, the pleasure rushing through you, and when he crooked them and moved them inside you, it was everything the dam needed to break and the coil inside you snapped.

You screamed his name as the orgasm hit you like a freight train. What was even better was that he worked you through it, coaxing every last drop of pleasure out of you before you had to instead beg him to stop.

"Too much," you whimpered when the uttermost tip of his tongue gently floated across your clit. "No, darling, not enough. A man could get addicted to hearing you scream his name."

You whimpered again, your body rocking with overstimulation at every pass of his tongue. It was wonderful to hear him say those things but you needed more.

"Please tell me you have a condom so you can fuck me," you groaned and that made him stop, staring at you from between your legs before kissing up the side of your thigh to sit back on his heels before he got up. He freed himself from his underwear before he bent down to grab his pants and pulled a condom from a pocket and that gave you a chance to admire him. His cock was hard, glistening, and a lot bigger than what you were previously used to, but that only sparked more excitement in your lower stomach.

"Hands and knees, baby," he smiled and made a twirling motion with his fingers. You wasted no time rolling over, and getting into position. His flesh hand slapped your ass playfully when he knelt behind you and when you moaned he chuckled. "You like that huh?" he asked as the tip of his cock started to press into you.

He was big, you whined and whimpered with every inch he pressed into you. Maybe why he took his time eating you, because he needed you to be as aroused as possible for it to fit. You clawed at the fabric, feeling like you were having an out-of-body experience with how he filled you.

"So good, taking it all," he praised when his hips were finally flush with your ass. Trying to answer him with words was out of the question, instead, you rocked your body, feeling his cock press against everything inside you, giving you the most delicious sensation you probably ever felt.

His hand landed on your ass again and that spurred you on, starting to move a bit faster. "Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock," he sounded a little breathless and you wished you could see him. "Do you like it, darling? Do you like my cock filling you to the brim?"

Fuck, Bucky Barnes had a mouth on him you had not expected. He grabbed your hips and helped you along, starting to fuck you deep and hard, pulling almost all the way out before shoving back in again.

With every move, you cried out in sheer ecstasy. Bucky kept on telling you how good you sounded, he didn't mind at all that you were loud.

The pace was hard but not hurried, he seemed to like taking his time, not rushing through the action just to get to the finish line. But it was driving you mad, it felt like you were at the precipice constantly, ready to tip over but needing something more to do it.

Then he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you up until you were flush against his chest, his pace never stopping. "Hi, sweet thing, enjoying yourself?" he wasn't even winded and you were a panting, whimpering mess, feeling like you were about to lose it.

"Yes, Bucky, please touch me, make me come again." He kissed your shoulder, "My pleasure," was his answer and his left hand descended on your aching clit.

A shudder and a scream passed through you when he started to rub small circles over it. Suddenly you were so close to the edge you could almost taste it, and Bucky knew it too.

"That's right, come on my cock, doll. Can you do that for me? Be good and come for me?" he said between kissing up your neck, moving the arm around your waist up to grab your jaw, and turning your head to the side. The kiss was sloppy but delicious, and with the aid of his fingers and so full of his cock the orgasm took you by full force, making you shake in his grip.

He released your mouth and let the sounds you made fill up the room, pressing his mouth to the side of your head and telling you over and over again how fucking good you felt coming around him.

If he hadn’t held you up, you would have collapsed no doubt, but Bucky had no problem keeping you up as he found his own release, pressing his forehead against your neck and mumbling obscenities, his hips stuttering against your ass.

Now he was breathing heavier, holding you tight against him with both arms, letting his fingers draw random patterns on your skin.

You were in a post-orgasmic haze, only existing in that moment with no past or future, only his warm body, and a sated need. "Gonna need to let you go now, darling," he said in a low voice "Lay down." His arms loosened around you and you braced yourself with your arms and eased yourself down on your side.

Bucky got up, probably to dispose of the condom, before laying down behind you. You hadn't expected him to want to cuddle, but he draped his arm across your side, pulling you flush against him.

"You okay?" he asked in a whisper. "Fan-fucking-tastic," you answered with a small laugh and felt a million times lighter all of a sudden.

After a few minutes of laying there, you felt like you'd been gone from the party long enough, but judging by Bucky’s heavy breathing, he had fallen asleep behind you.

He didn't wake as you gathered your things. When you found the thong, you looked at it, looked over at his gorgeous form laying there, and giggled as you found his pants and stuffed the thong down his pocket.

With the help of some items in your clutch, you patched up your make-up and fixed your hair before slipping out and closing the door behind you.

It was a small miracle that you could find your way back to the party but you did and immediately went to the bar for a drink.

Lily found you minutes later and she just raised an eyebrow, you shrugged and tilted your glass towards hers, clinking them together, and then you both burst out laughing.

Monday rolled around and it was hard to work because you kept getting lost in the memories of Friday night.

His eyes, his scent, his voice as he said those things to you. You squeezed your legs together and stifled a low moan.

Suddenly your phone chimed and pulled you back into the real world. A text from Lily.

[So, Bucky Barnes just came by and asked for your number. I gave it, of course, just so you know!] [Okay? Did he say why he needed it?] [Apparently, you left something(????) here on Friday and he wanted to return it.] [Hmm, okay, thanks!] [What did you leave?!?!?!?] [Don't be so nosey, go back to work!]

Your stomach did a flip when the next message was from an unknown number. It had a picture attached, your thong tangled in his fingers, and the text [You left these.] For a second you imagined him using them as he got himself off. You bit your lips as you responded. [Keep them or throw them away, I have more, don't worry.] even added a little wink-emoji.

[I want to return them, personally. Are you free this afternoon?] His response was quick and very to the point.

A wonderful shudder traveled through you at the thought of seeing him again. You had meant for this to be a one-time thing, something to get you back into the world and learn to exist without your ex but there wasn't any harm in seeing where this could go, and hopefully, you would have a lot more amazing sex on top of it.

[Sure, I get off at five.]

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hd-erised · 1 month ago

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Here is the complete anonymous masterlist for the 2024 @hd-erised fest!

Reveals will be on Sunday, January 5th, so there's half a week left for you to catch up on all the submissions you might have missed and leave comments for our fabulous creators before reveals!

Art:

Brewed Awakenings for @jessixaluci [T]

The Case of the Mysterious Baker for @sorrybutblog [G]

Ceilings. for @karamelised [M]

Us, again? for @nv-md [M]

Unemployed and On Guard for @makeitp1nk [T]

No One but Me for justlikewriting [M]

Stolen Glances for @dodgerkedavra [T]

Hauntingly Familiar for @moonflower-rose [T]

Fic + Art:

A Dragon to Call Mine for @annanother-thing [E, ~24,000]

Fic:

Where Starlight Falls for @citrusses [E, ~33,700]

The magic concealing Sirius’s Last Will and Testament doesn’t reveal the full extent of Harry’s inheritance until two years after the war. When it does, it turns out that Harry has inherited more than just the Black Family vault—he’s inherited the family’s magic, too. He just has to find it first. And he needs Draco Malfoy’s help to do it.

Runaway Train for @lqtraintracks [E, ~18,100]

Harry was already keen to figure out what’s been causing a series of disturbances in the London Underground before Draco Malfoy showed up acting suspicious. Two explosions, several very confused Muggles, and a cloud of mysterious sticky powder later, Harry and Malfoy can’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Can Harry shag his way to the answer to all of his questions? Seems unlikely, but what can a man do but try?

At Night All Birds Are Black for IzRoan [E, ~51,800]

Harry loves being an Auror—the long hours, adrenaline-fuelled chases, and even the paperwork. But when a haunting leads to his suspension, he’s forced to continue his investigation in secret. As he unravels the murder of a young girl, he turns to the one person he never expected he’d need: Draco Malfoy.

The Melting Point of Wax for @vukovich [M, ~10,500]

Harry Potter is many things: captain of the Chudley Cannons, the fun uncle, a good enough friend, comfortable in the life he’s built for himself. Comfortable, that is, until a risque broom advertisement and a rumor about a fellow athlete come together to send him spiralling into the world of high-stakes broom racing, high-flying turtles, and the chaos of falling in love.

Body and Soul for @a-sentimental-man [M, ~22,200]

When the headaches became worse and it got more and more difficult for Draco to work, he was left with no other choice but to recognise his stupid problem exactly for what it was. Even if that meant realising that the best, or perhaps even only, solution could solely come from one person: the one person he hadn’t seen for months, the one person he was still in love with. The one person who should never know. Because, clearly, Harry would never be able to give Draco what he needed anyway.

The Pain From an Old Wound for @sharperthan [T, ~31,100]

Getting hit with a mysterious blood curse is all in a day’s work for Harry Potter. Having to work with his former colleague, rival, bully, and boyfriend, is not. Harry’s not sure which is going to do him in first: the curse sucking his magic dry, or Draco Malfoy, as frustrating, condescending, and painfully attractive as he’s always been.

The Most Splendid Thing for @sleepstxtic [E, ~61,200]

Star Quidditch rivals Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter become accidentally bonded. They still hate each other, but now it’s untenable to leave each other’s sides—and my, but it feels oh so good to touch. They’re either going to murder one another, or fall in love. OR: A story in which Draco finally allows himself happiness, and Harry finally learns that he deserves to be whole.

Borealis Green for @faiell [E, ~47,200]

Draco left Harry on the night of their first kiss, when they were eighteen. Ten years later, Harry, now Deputy Lead of the Norwegian Aurors, barges back into Draco’s life at the Ministry, seeking his help—both personal and professional—for a case, to re-capture Rodolphus Lestrange and Augustus Rookwood. Turns out that Draco couldn’t really get over Harry, either.

Don’t Fear the Reaper for @thehoneybeet [E, ~36,900]

Harry anticipates it’s Luna or maybe Hermione at Grimmauld Place, here to rouse him out of purgatorial listlessness once again. Instead, Harry finds an opinionated crow, a scroll with his name on it, and one exhaustingly persistent Draco Malfoy, who insists that Harry is his latest soul to Reap. The only problem is…Harry’s still alive. Or so he thought. Quote: Learning how to live takes a whole life, and, which may surprise you more, it takes a whole life to learn how to die. - Seneca

Sub rosa for @hoko-onchi-writes [E, ~37,100]

After the tragic and unexpected death of his mother, Draco Malfoy’s quiet life as Potions Master, Head of Slytherin, and Hogwarts professor gets upended—first by the manifestation of mysterious and inexplicable magic, and then by the revelation of an inheritance deliberately hidden from him his entire life.

Bare Moon Rising for xErised [E, ~15,500]

Potter moved towards him, sticking his hand out. “If that’s the case, we’re both doing it. You do the nude Tornados calendar, and I’ll do the Auror one. Most sales wins.” Oh no. “Are you backing out already?” Potter leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Finally admitting that mine’s bigger than yours, then? Or do you want to cop a feel first?” Charities could bugger off. Nothing good ever came of them, really.

Fighting the Chill for @bicholsdrarrysideblog [M, ~25,400]

What should have been an average and dull day for Draco Malfoy, turned rather south when he’s attacked in the middle of Diagon Alley.

palindrome for @threading-fate [E, ~25,800]

“Why did you let me kiss you?” Potter smirks. “That’s not how I remember it. Why did you let me kiss you?” “I’m stuck in a time loop. You’re not going to remember, so,” Draco’s tongue drags, calcified around the words. “Why not.” Potter’s brows furrow but the smile stays intact. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

A Soft Place to Fall for @epitomereally [E, ~142,500]

When Harry arrives for his first year teaching at Hogwarts and is struck with a bizarre malignance, how on earth is he supposed to react when Draco Malfoy suddenly cares?

All These Winding Threads for @amomorii [E, ~35,400]

The tides of Draco’s accidental magic pull him under and leave him gasping. There’s a hungry ache that sits deep in his bones, growing worse every day. Soon it’s all he’ll be, a starving skeleton clawing at its throat. He needs a solution. Unfortunately, that solution looks an awful lot like Harry Potter.

Second Chance Resort for @elizah321[E, ~42,800]

A holiday forced on him by his friends after the latest in a long string of failed relationships might be a chance for Harry to relax, but all that is thrown up in the air by the appearance of one newly divorced Draco Malfoy. Mainly because they had been together almost fifteen years ago before Draco broke it off to marry the woman his mother chose for him… Feat. a matchmaking hotel, a spa day, an all-knowing Weasley, and friends who do try their best, but can get a little distracted.

Seven-and-sixpence for @oknowkiss [E, ~35,700]

The entire plan of Harry’s life had been defeat evil, become an Auror, marry Ginny. Not necessarily in that order, but it seemed to be going that way, the first two managed and the third in easy limbo. He can be better, though. He can be more. Draco will see to it.

Slip Slidin’ Your Way (In a Land of Fire and Ice) for @frm9pm [T, ~9,800]

How does a war-scarred young wizard recuperate and create a new identity? Harry opens himself to the magic of the land. Draco learns to wonder at the humblest of creatures. Years later, Magigeologist Evan Jameson and Malacologist Derek Black begin an enthusiastic correspondence. They’re in for a shock when they finally meet. Or: Science nerds go to Iceland and fall in love. Or: Why should kelp have all the fun?

Pillar of Salt for @agentmoppet [E, ~62,200]

From the lake in the Room of Hidden Things, Draco knows three things: 1. Mirror universes exist, and he’s going to find the best one—the one where he did the right thing. 2. Harry Potter and him are awfully cosy in some of these other universes, whereas Potter in real life is starting to act very odd around him indeed. 3. Draco’s reflection—the mirror version of him, the worst version of him—seems to be growing crueler. And stronger.

Prescription for @fantalfart [G, ~2,600]

Draco couldn’t say he hated his job, not really. In fact, he loved it⁠—and wasn’t that something surprising, a Malfoy being a Healer, when most of them hadn’t worked a day in their lives?—and most of all, he loved knowing that he was helping people heal, above anything else. (And if there was a part of him that craved the normalcy of something that helped instead of what he had been taught to do his entire life? Well. That was between himself and his journal when he remembered to write in it.) (And maybe there was another reason too.)

Old love don’t rust for @drarrydoodles [E, ~20,600]

“Why do you keep coming?” Malfoy asked at last. Harry mulled over the question. For a moment he debated trying to turn the tables and asking Malfoy the very same thing. But this time he didn’t want to hold back. “Because I can’t stop,” Harry said.

Equipoise for khalulu [T, ~88,200]

Ten years of peace have settled over the wizarding world, leaving Harry Potter feeling strangely adrift. Teaching Defense at Hogwarts is fine and all, but when mysterious magical blackouts start sweeping across the country, he can’t help but jump at the chance to investigate. It would be the perfect outlet for his restless energy - if he didn’t suddenly find himself tangled up in an elaborate charade, pretending to date the Prophet’s most illustrious journalist, Draco Malfoy. Between hunting down the cause of the blackouts and maintaining their ruse, Harry’s beginning to think that peacetime might actually be trickier - and far more surprising - than he’d bargained for.

Victory Lap for @traylalascrisis [E, ~4,700]

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to eat first.” For emphasis, he pinches the skin at my waist. I want to cover myself in him. I want to roll in him like a dog. I want to devolve on top of him. And he wants me to sit nicely and use a knife and fork first?

My Mate for veradubhghoill [E, ~26,300]

Harry is a new Alpha and Draco is his Omega Healer. Draco wants to help Harry but Draco struggles to control himself whenever he is around.And Harry wants to breed Draco. Desperately so.Things come to a head when Draco and Harry become trapped with one another. Draco doesn't have his suppressant and it sends them both into heat.While they wait for help, will Draco be able to avoid being claimed by Harry? Does he even want to avoid it? Harry is gorgeous and strong, and Draco would love to have him as a mate. He just can't fathom a world where Harry Potter willingly chooses him.

Just a little liquid luck for @shiftylinguini [E, ~5,400]

Tracking the movement of Potter’s eyes, Draco runs a greasy finger over the thickest of his scars. “You like them, don’t you? Pervert.”Potter tosses his head back, jostling the mass of his curly fringe from his forehead. “I bet you were into scars long before you had any of your own, Malfoy.”Yes, Draco wants to say. I want to lick yours. What he says instead is, “Fuck you.”“Fuck you,” Potter echoes, putting the same pregnant emphasis on the F.Draco bites his lower lip, wrestling down the rise of euphoria. “Your turn,” he says. “Take that off.”

As Luck Would Have It for @smehur [E, ~12,800]

In Sixth-Year, Harry and Draco both win a vial of Felix Felicis from Slughorn and, under its influence, have sex in the Room of Requirement. In the aftermath, can Draco and Harry navigate their respective roles in the war, while grappling with their burgeoning feelings for each other?

In a Year's Turning for @maraudersaffair [E, ~89,400]

It’s been nine years. Surely, Harry can handle Draco being back—for Teddy’s sake.

Storm's Eye for @jtimu [M, ~12,400]

Harry's surprised that Draco didn't have wards up preventing mortally wounded former school mates-turned-ghosted work fellows from bursting into his house.In Harry's addled mind, this seems like a great opening line to say to Draco's gobsmacked face. He doesn't get that far, though.

housewarming for @garagepaperback [E, ~6,000]

First, they had to decide where to live. It worked, until it didn’t.

Go Up to Gilead for @tessacrowley [E, ~106,700]

Harry Potter’s sense of purpose drops dead with Voldemort. So does Draco Malfoy’s freedom.Nine years later, Harry’s still a soldier. Draco’s still a sacrifice. Harry’s going to die in his Auror uniform, andDraco doesn’t deserve to live.But when the clock runs out on Draco’s sentence, a new one starts ticking.As it was, so it will be: they’ll survive together, or not at all.

do you (one) better for @legendrarry [M, ~4,200]

Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Harry Potter abruptly loses his Favourite Hogwarts Professor title to none other than Potions Professor Draco Malfoy. He swears it’s fine, really, but the feelings boiling within him say otherwise. Until Poppy Longbottom, Pansy and Neville’s hellion daughter, forces Hogwarts faculty and staff to engage in a very controversial Pureblood family tradition.

Of Stolen Glass and Burning Clover for @saintgarbanzo [E, ~27,800]

A week long international conference. A political scandal? A Malfoy beside the fruit tarts.

Baker's Modern Wands for @starquestingfordrarry [E, ~43,600]

At Baker's Modern Wands Lavender Brown is starting a revolution, Draco Malfoy is trying his best, and Harry Potter is really annoyed about it all.

Kiss Me, Fuck Me, Love Me for @doingthechachaslide [E, ~5,100]

Harry and Draco are running very late—they’ve got shirts to find, puppies to save, and champagne to buy.They’re also terribly, ridiculously, extraordinarily in love.

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Harry's back at Hogwarts to attempt his final year, again. This time he's sure there'll be no shenanigans. Well. Maybe there'll be a few.

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sunflowerhae · 4 months ago

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-Forever.

• established relationship!hyuck, sickening sweet fluff, feeding into yalls delusions BAD. I just need haechan something evil yall and with the sadness surrounding the SMAU im writing abt him , I need to share some love.

• main masterlist

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If every word I said could make you laugh,

I’d talk forever

I asked the sky just what we had,

It shown forever

If the song I sing to you could fill your heart with joy,

I’d sing forever

I’d be so happy loving you

Let the love I have for you

Live in your heart and be Forever

Donghyuck needed to stop staring.

At this point it was getting uncomfortable. Not in a “you’re a creep and need to stop looking at me” way, but instead a “my boyfriend is looking straight into my soul with the look that his whole existence is in the palm of my hands and I’m just trying to eat a sandwich” way. You laugh slightly as you finally acknowledge the look on your boyfriend’s face, setting down your lunch as you stare back at him with upraised eyebrows, “can I help you, lover boy?”

He sighs softly, looking down at his untouched food before glancing back up at you. You see the blush on his face - coated across his cheeks like an Aurora borealis in the night sky. He picks at his nails, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say your outgoing, extrovertive, attention needing boyfriend of 3 years was…shy. You stare at the sight, trying to imprint it on your mind; burn it into your memory. Donghyuck continues his gentle gaze with a laugh, “just looking at my beautiful girlfriend - what’s so wrong with that?” You roll your eyes and pick your food back up. If he was going to act weird, you were going to ignore him. After all, these little lunch dates in between the two of yours busy schedules were sometimes the only opportunity for you to intake substance in your jam packed day, so regardless of hyuck’s…unusual…attitude, you’ll continue eating.

You just finished taking a bite of your sandwich, and was currently chewing in peace when Donghyuck suddenly popped a question so insane that it was quite literally the last thing you would ever expect him to ask in a subway at 12:42pm on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, “y/n, will you marry me?”

He watched as your eyes went wide, and the bite in your mouth threatened to kill you as you coughed and reached for your soda. After a good 30 seconds of struggle, with Donghyuck just staring at you with a red face, silently handing you napkins to clean up, you finally managed a, “Thanks,” before continuing with a mumble, “Donghyuck respectfully what the fuck.” It’s not that you didn’t want to marry the man in front of you. In fact, it was only two nights ago that you were scrolling on Pinterest in boredom, saving wedding inspo pics to a board you effectively titled “Y/n and Donghyuck <3”. This, however, was never the way you envisioned him asking you. Ignoring the fact that the both of you were still in college, and had $2,566.12 saved in your bank accounts (collectively) - you also still lived with your roommates, and while you know there’s never a “right time” to tie the knot with your forever person, maybe right now wasn’t that time. You were honestly confused, because this was never really something you and donghyuck talked about. Sure, you had conversations about the future - but to you the future was years down the road when you were both financially ready for that type of thing. You suppose that for Donghyuck, the future was now.

You sat in stilled breath, waiting for your boyfriend’s reply as he looked down, gathering his thoughts. You felt bad - you don’t want him to think you’re rejecting him. You chose this as the moment to reach across the table and grab his hand in yours, softly squeezing it and smiling gently at him when he looks back up at you. With a deep sigh, donghyuck explains, “I’m sorry, I really don’t know where that came from. I wasn’t expecting to ask you that. I just…I don’t know what it is right now but I just felt like I had to ask. I needed to hear what you would say, I guess,” he trails off, connecting his thoughts together again, “you just…you don’t understand what you do to me, y/n.” He blushes again, as you cock your head to the side.

“What do you mean?” He laughs in almost disbelief, as if he can’t believe you don’t see it.

“I think of you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 12 months a year, y/n. I always thought I knew love, I thought I could see it; that I could handle it. But then I met you. You changed my chemistry. You changed who I am as a person. I thought I lived for myself, my future. But as the years have gone by, I realize more and more every day that I really just live for you; your smile, your laugh, your love. I live to have you near me, to have your attention on me. Everytime you talk to me, look at me - even if I think you’re thinking of me - a chill runs up my spine and I feel sick, in the best way. It’s like a drug, what you do to me. I always felt this way about you in some form, and I thought when we first got together that was the most of it. I thought it would calm down and I would get comfortable. But I haven’t, really I haven’t. It’s gotten worse, y/n. I used to think of you a lot, now I think of you every moment; what you’re doing, who you’re with, how soon until you’re with me. I would do anything for you. You could ask me to run across the world, I’d do it. I don’t know what lengths I would go to for you, and I don’t really want to know to be honest. But I do know that the thought of not spending the rest of my life in your gaze, in your arms…that’s no life for me. We don’t have to get married now. But I want to, one day…soon. I want to make sure I have you forever, if you’ll take me.” He finishes with a sigh, sitting back in his chair in relief, like he finally got something off his chest that he was harboring for a while. You can barely see him, what with the tears pouring out of your eyes at a concerning rate. Donghyuck finally finds the courage to look at you, and immediately his own eyes go wide as he leans forward and dabs at your eyes with a clean napkin. You just sit there and let him do so, frozen. Finally, after a minute or so, he finishes and sits back to normal, suddenly anxious as he bites at his nails, “say something, please. I feel like a loser right now.” He laughs softly, obviously uncomfortable with how much emotion he suddenly shared.

“Donghyuck,” you softly exclaim, “I love you so much, I really don’t know what to say. I’ve never had anyone say that about me. I’ve never…” you can’t finish your sentence, the choke in your throat cutting you off. It was Donghyuck’s turn to comfort you, holding your hand tightly as if to say, “it’s okay…I know”. You nod at him, your chin wobbling as you find the strength to finish, “you have me completely, hyuck. I’m never going anywhere. Not today, not tomorrow - never. We can take all the time we want, you’ve got me forever.” His smile that spreads at your words is infectious, the both of you staring at each other in a warm glow of love and happiness, feeling complete together. Maybe you won’t get married soon, but it doesn’t matter, because the both of you know that you have forever.

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scariusaquarius · 26 days ago

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rehab. 2.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

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

A/n: The first chapter was a bit short cause it was a test-run honestly, but I am planning on doing an outline for this story as well. I'm definitely neglecting my previous wips, but i don't have a lot of motivation for them right now. Hopefully, however, I will get to them soon!

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

The characters may be ooc, but I did do my best. Please let me know how I did!

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

Author: ScariusAquarius

rehab masterlist. chapter 1.

The ride to Wakanda had been slow and uneventful and tense so far. While Steve had attempted to read the black book that had been beside the soldier's cryostasis pod, his attempts proved unsuccessful.

The whole book was written in Russian, which Steve wasn't versed in at all. So, it had been up to Bucky to look through the book despite his apprehension.

Just like with the red book that came with him, the book within his hands doubled as an instruction manual as well as a history of the soldier that was still sitting rigid behind him; unblinking and unmoving. The book didn't give her a name, which frustrated both Bucky and Steve, but wasn't surprising at all.

HYDRA didn't care for who the person was before they became a tool. All that mattered was who you were to them in the moment, what you could offer, what you did, and if you were valuable enough to keep under their watchful eyes.

To them, the woman was Winter Soldier #08, Subject #2018, which was a peculiar number that stood out to Bucky. Her activation words were different than his as well, as was expected, and he frowned at the words that seemed to take root within his mind and piqued his interest at what the possible connections between them and the soldier were.

Holiday. Cross. Shatter. Stimulation. Integrity. Sport. Axis. Assumption. North. Aurora Borealis.

They were so seemingly random that Bucky's mind was starting to hurt trying to tie together some type of story. While his activation words had an inkling of a connection to his life, these seemed almost benign.

Within the activation section, there were a couple of hastily-scribbled notes that detailed about the soldier's history of resistance and the methods that worked best for such occasions, preferred mission-types, experimentation documentation, and some key accounts of the soldier's missions that were note-worthy to HYDRA.

There was one note that stood out to Bucky, however, that had him on the edge of his seat and growing further uncomfortable as he read.

'NOTE: WS #08 is known to be hostile even after activation. Be prepared to meet resistance with severe punishment (Flagellation, Cattle Prod, and High Frequencies favored). Further reprogramming required to fix flaws.'

It wasn't too entirely unknown for a subject to be resistant. Bucky could recall times where he had resisted in moments where he remembered bits and pieces of his life before HYDRA stripped him of his humanity.

Despite what he had told his therapist and Steve, he still had nightmares about the punishments he received while he was the Winter Soldier.

No amount of time within the Mind Chair could ever erase the recollection of the sick things HYDRA did to him to make him listen and be obedient.

Bucky could still feel the hands on him in the moments his mind forced him to remember: the painful intrusions, the feeling of a whip against his back, fingers digging into his scalp and yanking his hair, voices yelling profanities and insults and sexual degradations as he was beaten, tortured, assaulted; whatever HYDRA wanted in those moments.

Taking a shaky breath, Bucky closed his eyes for a moment before Steve's voice had the arms on his hairs standing; forcing Bucky to jump out of his mind and back into the present as the Captain addressed him.

"Shouldn't be too long now before we arrive. Any luck on our guest?"

Bucky shook his head, murmuring softly as he glanced down at the book again.

"So far, nothing. There's a couple notes that say she's hostile before and after activation and some methods that prove successful in making her obedient, but that's mainly it. She's been involved in a lot of assassinations, espionage, a couple data breaches: the whole nine yards."

Steve pursed his lips, shaking his head as he sat back in his chair, staring down at the ground as he became lost in thought.

"If she's a highly-valued asset, then why did they leave her in the facility? Seems like she was pretty high on the ladder just to be left where she was."

Bucky and Steve slowly shared a look with each other before alarm bells began to go off in Bucky's head, and he spun around in time to catch the Soldier's wrist, a large knife within her hands. Steve looked shocked, grunting as he jumped back, and Bucky gripped their wrist hard.

The soldier glared at him before bringing her knee up, slamming into his stomach and forcing him to fall back into the control panel of the quinjet. Steve jumped into action then, calling desperately as he dodged a kick to the face.

"Please, we don't wish to hurt you-"

"-but we will if we have to."

Bucky seethed, Steve giving him an exasperated look. The woman didn't hesitate, throwing the knife at Steve as hard as they could. Steve ducked, his blue eyes widened as the knife embedded into the glass of the windshield; cracks webbing throughout the ruined blade.

During this moment, the Soldier turned her attention back to Bucky as he charged, throwing punches that she expertly dodged and ducked from, her fists punching hard into his ribs and face as he missed. The hits hurt like hell, his face contorting into pain before he swung with his left arm, hitting her in the side and throwing her into the wall.

The woman let out a grunt as she smacked into the side of the quinjet, and Bucky cursed loudly when she grabbed the strap of a supply crate and hurled it at him. As he flew back into the seat, Steve came rushing at her, throwing his shield and hitting her in the side of her knee once it ricocheted off of the wall.

The soldier yelled out in pain, crumpling slightly, and Steve immediately tackled her to the ground. The two of them smacked hard onto the metal flooring, and she punched Steve as hard as she could, the man letting out a hiss as pain bloomed within his cheek.

In that split second, she bucked her hips, her legs coming up to wrap around Steve's neck and forcefully slammed him onto the ground, his head smacking against the edge of a seat and disorienting him. The soldier was quick to scramble to her feet despite her wounded knee, and Bucky met her with a punch to her gut, making her double over and audibly retch.

He then grabbed her by the back of her neck, swinging her back and then forward into a seat a couple of times, her mask breaking off in the process, and she jumped up, using the wall for leverage as she swung herself onto Bucky's back, wrapping her arm around his neck to begin choking him.

Bucky grit his teeth, snarling as he reached behind him with his left arm, curling his metal fingers around her broken knee and squeezing as hard as he could.

Throughout her cries of pain, he could hear the sickly sound of bones shattering; could feel the way her skin and bones crushed beneath his grip, and Bucky was able to breathe again as her grip became loose.

He swung himself backwards into a wall, smacking her against it over and over until she finally let go of him, falling down onto the floor. Grabbing her wrists, Bucky called over his shoulder as he restrained her.

"You alright, Steve?"

"I'm just peachy."

He dropped down next to Bucky, wrapping electromagnetic cuffs onto her wrists before forcing her up and into a seat. The soldier's head was bowed, the cuffs smacking into the wall and jerking her body slightly, and Steve made sure to secure her legs as well.

Once she was properly restrained, Steve glanced at Bucky, noting the anger that was on his face; his jaw clenched and blood running down his temple. He was panting, his whole entire body tensed, and Steve took a few deep breaths as well before he turned back to the soldier.

"Seems like your bad feeling turned out to be right."

"We never should have done this."

Bucky's words were harsh, his blue eyes glaring at Steve as the man hissed out.

"I told you that there was going to be a problem, and there was. There's no hope for these people. They are programmed to kill and serve HYDRA and that is it."

"Even if there is no hope, we still need to try. We saved you, and we can save others."

Bucky sighed, shaking his head. There wasn't really any use in trying to fight Steve on this. Bucky understood that Steve came from a good place and had good intentions, but Bucky couldn't keep the anxiety and fear from filling him.

What if something happened? What if HYDRA had found him again and this was their plan all along? Bucky turned back to the woman as her head lifted, and both of the men seemed surprised at being able to see her face clearly.

There were horrific scars on the bottom half of her face that had been concealed by the mask; some of them raised and seemingly new while others were faded and old. Her bottom lip was cut, blood trickling down her chin, and her nose seemed to be broken as well.

Her (e/c) eyes were glaring at the two of them, a cut above her brow from Bucky slamming her into the wall, and Bucky looked taken back. Steve walked forward slightly, frowning.

"What is your mission?"

Her eyes flicked to Steve, her lips pursed, and she simply hissed out as menacingly as she could.

"Heil Hydra."

She sat back, and Bucky hissed out, a fire raging within his eyes as he snarled.

"Ответь на вопрос, солдат. Какова ваша миссия?"

There was no response. Instead, the soldier seemed to begin staring in front of them; becoming vacant and frozen again. Bucky huffed in frustration before he turned to Steve, shaking his head.

"If you still want to go through with this, you need to let Shuri and T'Challa know that she's hostile and active."

"I'll let them know. We're only a few minutes out."

Bucky nodded before he sat opposite of the soldier, muttering.

"I'll keep an eye on her."

Steve gave Bucky a weary look, an expression of apprehension and concern on his face, and he wiped away some blood that had trickled out of his nose.

"Alright. Are you okay?"

"Peachy."

Steve pursed his lips slightly before he walked to the front of the quinjet, immediately opening a communications line with T'Challa, and Bucky stared right at the soldier.

Despite the fact that she was looking at him, it seemed that she was mentally somewhere else. Blood was still running down her nose and chin, dripping onto the floor, and Bucky couldn't help but to clench his jaw as the sound of the dripping ripped into his memories.

Cloth over his face, a bright light from above, boiling hot water slowly burning his skin with every drop, he couldn't breathe. he can't breathe.

Breathe. Breathe. Let me breathe. Please. Let me breathe! LET ME BREATHE!

Bucky shook his head furiously, and he only felt bitter and disgusted by the amused look that seemed to flash within the woman's eyes. Clenching his fists, the man simply huffed as he listened to Steve talk with the King, the kingdom of Wakanda coming to view.

-TIMESKIP-

"What on earth would possess you to come to the notion that bringing an active Winter Soldier into my kingdom would be a good idea?"

T'Challa was not happy. As Steve and Bucky stood in front of the king, the Dora Milaje surrounding them with a tight grip on their spears at the information Steve had given T'Challa, the king was frowning deeply while Shuri stood next to him with a curious gaze. Steve looked apologetic while Bucky kept his arms crossed, biting his cheek as Steve spoke, the king glancing at Bucky all-the-while.

"I know this isn't really conventional-"

"-it is unacceptable! What you are asking for is not negotiable!"

Okoye was understandably angry as well, her eyes wide with fury as she took a step forward, and T'Challa hummed to her gently.

"Okoye."

The woman did not relent, simply squinting her gaze as Steve bowed his head in shame. Bucky clenched his jaw slightly, and T'Challa glanced at Steve.

"Your vision is noble, and I respect what you are trying to accomplish...but you are asking me to put my people at risk. It was different for Sergeant Barnes...but this...woman...is still under the complete control of HYDRA's programming."

Steve sighed slightly before he pleaded gently.

"I can watch over her...keep her from hurting anybody if something goes wrong. Stark wasn't willing because he doesn't have the technology to reverse the programming like you do, and Wanda is currently MIA."

T'Challa laughed slightly, shaking his head.

"The world will question where Captain America has gone. You cannot ignore your duties to promise something you cannot be sure that you can keep."

Shuri then piped up, suggesting with a shrug.

"Why not have Sergeant Barnes look after her? He has the most experience, after all."

"Absolutely not."

Bucky frowned deeply, shaking his head.

"I have to agree that this is a bad idea. I know that it was different for me, Steve, but that's the issue: I knew you. I had something to cling to...a name, memories and dreams...this woman is completely unknown."

Steve was beginning to look defeated, and Shuri's voice made everyone turn to her.

"If it makes a difference: I would be interested in working on restoring the woman's previous identity, but only if Sergeant Barnes will stay to watch over the process. My brother is right: The Avengers may be a team, but they need their Captain Colonizer to help in times of need."

"Shuri."

T'Challa's voice was stern, but Shuri and Okoye shared a look of amusement with each other before she hummed at the sight of Bucky's apprehensive expression.

"Your expertise on this matter will be beneficial, Sergeant Barnes. I'm afraid that Mr. Rogers will be of no help except for physical."

T'Challa rubbed his temples slightly, and Shuri offered, glancing at the king.

"If it brings you comfort, then I shall have Okoye and select members of the Dora Milaje to accompany as well. The soldier shall be put into cryostasis at all times except for observations and testing."

Steve looked hopeful, and he pleaded softly, T'Challa staring him down with apprehension.

"You have my full cooperation that if something goes wrong, then I will answer for it. I know that what I am asking for is dangerous, but she was a person too. This woman probably had a whole life before HYDRA took it away...just like they did with Bucky and your father."

Okoye bared her teeth slightly at the mention of the late king, and T'Challa shook his head, humming.

"There is no need to appeal to my sympathy. Shuri has made up her mind, and I have learned long ago that even if I do not agree, she will do what she pleases."

Shuri smirked slightly, joking as she patted his shoulder.

"I'm so glad you understand me."

All the while, Bucky was clenching his fists, hidden beneath his crossed arms. There was no way that this was going to go well, and though there was a part of Bucky that did understand and did agree with what Steve wanted to do, there was another part that understood how incredibly risky this was.

Take it from him: this woman was dangerous, especially since she seemed to still be active on pre-existing orders. It was even riskier given the fact that nobody knew what her orders actually were. Steve glanced over at Bucky as he stared at the ground, and he placed a careful hand on his shoulder.

"Buck, I know I'm asking a lot...but she needs somebody."

"She tried to put a knife through our heads, and you're saying that we owe her?"

Steve frowned, and Bucky couldn't stand to look at him in fear of seeing the disappointment. Feeling under pressure and on-the-spot, Bucky sighed and his shoulders sagged.

"Fine, I'll stay and help, but Steve, if something happens...this one is on you."

Steve looked relieved, and he thanked him quietly, saying as Shuri grinned while Okoye and T'Challa shared a stern look together before Okoye began to whisper to T'Challa quietly.

"I know, and I'm ready to accept that responsibility should it come to that. I just...someone's gotta be looking for her, Bucky."

Bucky just shook his head, muttering.

"We don't know how long HYDRA has had her, so there might not even be anybody to miss her."

"But she deserves a chance to be her own person just like you."

Bucky shared a look with Steve, staring at him for a moment before he groaned.

"I hate it when you do that shit. I already said I would help, I'm just...there's a lot that could go wrong."

Steve countered, nodding his head slightly as he rocked slightly on his heels.

"There's a lot that could go right too."

"Yeah, say that to the killer headache you're gonna have tomorrow."

Steve chuckled slightly, joking.

"Already there, but thanks for the concern."

"Whatever."

Shuri clapped her hands together, saying.

"Well, now that we've got this settled, shall we bring our honored guest into the lab?"

T'Challa hummed, his Black Panther suit appearing as the Dora Milaje immediately stood at the ready as Shuri stood a bit behind T'Challa.

"Be cautious. We don't know know what is going to happen once those doors open."

"No need. She's been completely restrained, there's no way she's gotten out."

Sure enough, when the door to the quinjet opened, the woman was still sitting rigid; staring at the opposite wall. Steve hummed, walking up the steps, and Bucky followed reluctantly.

"Welcome to Wakanda."

Steve said before picking her up by one of her arms, Bucky grabbed a firm hold of the other with his metal arm. With her feet dragging on the ground, it was apparent that she was not going to fight back.

However, that did not stop the Dora Milaje from pointing their spears at her as Steve and Bucky took her inside. As Shuri, T'Challa, and Okoye followed, Shuri voiced to T'Challa gently.

"I will take care in monitoring her behaviors and will let you know the second that I am given any indication that rehabilitation will be unsuccessful."

T'Challa hummed, a slight frown upon his face as he stared at the woman in front of him.

"No need to worry. Should something happen, I am ready to take the necessary steps to ensure the safety of Wakanda."

STORY NOTES: While on the way to Wakanda, Bucky and Steve have attempted to identify the woman by reading through the book that was accompanying her cryostasis pod. However, Bucky's efforts are fruitless. Instead, Bucky discovers the activation words associated with the Winter Soldier and other important details about the history of the soldier.

Reflecting on his time as a Winter Soldier, Bucky begins to become increasingly agitated and worried about the situation. Steve makes an observation on the peculiarity of HYDRA leaving behind a highly-regarded asset when the woman begins to engage the two super soldiers in combat.

Despite Bucky and Steve sustaining significant injuries, they are eventually able to subdue the Winter Soldier by Steve breaking her kneecap with his shield and Bucky further crushing it. Although they question the winter soldier, she becomes withdrawn and silent; refusing to answer any questions.

When they arrive to Wakanda, T'Challa, Shuri, and the Dora Milaje are waiting for them. T'Challa is upset by Steve bringing the seemingly-active Winter Soldier to Wakanda, voicing his concerns on her presence while Steve pleads his case.

Shuri makes a suggestion that Bucky should stay to watch over her because Steve has prior obligations to the Avengers. Bucky adamantly refuses, but Steve manages to convince Bucky to stay in Wakanda to not only protect the people, but to be there for the woman should Shuri's methods be successful.

Shuri then suggests to bring the Winter Soldier to her lab, and the two Avengers begin to escort her inside, T'Challa and the Dora Milaje ready to engage should the Winter Soldier try to fight. Shuri reassures T'Challa that she will alert him as soon as she possibly can if something goes wrong, and T'Challa reassures Shuri that if the Winter Soldier escapes and causes harm that he is willing to kill her to ensure the safety of Wakanda. End Scene.

TRANSLATIONS:

Ответь на вопрос, солдат. Какова ваша миссия? - Answer the question, soldier. What is your mission?

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doumadono · 9 months ago

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Emergency request!

Yesterday evening the Aurora borealis was visible where I live, my family went to get a better view but I stayed home. Still, it was visible even from my backyard. But I missed it entirely because I had terrible diarrhea and vomited, and now I feel ugly, gross and unlucky.

The worst part was seeing texts of family and friends saying 'look outside' and 'it's amazing' sent five minutes after getting sick, and later when they got home no one asked if I was okay. The only solace I have is that if I'd gone with my fam I'd have probably shit myself.

Could I please request Shouto comforting me after having to miss something like that due to sickness? Something I "might never get to see again"? He's my comfort character.

If this doesn't qualify as an emergency I totally understand.

Aurora borealis - Shoto x Reader

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear about your difficult evening. It's understandable to feel disappointed, but please know that missing the aurora borealis doesn't make you any less lucky or worthy. Your health and well-being are the most important things. If it's any consolation, I'm sure there will always be more opportunities to witness the beauty of nature ♥

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Shoto sat on the edge of your bed, concern etched into his features as he watched you curled up under the blankets.

Your face was drawn with exhaustion and frustration, the events of the evening clearly weighing heavily on your mind.

He reached out a gentle hand, resting it on your shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing presence in the quiet room. "Are you feeling any better?"

You glanced up at him, the faintest hint of tears glistening in your eyes. "It was supposed to be so beautiful," you murmured, your voice tinged with disappointment. "I've always wanted to see it, and now I might never get the chance again. And no, my tummy still hurts."

Shoto's heart ached at the sadness in your voice. He knew how much you had been looking forward to witnessing the natural wonder, and it pained him to see you feeling so downcast. But he also knew that there were more important things than seeing a celestial display. "What matters most right now is that you take care of yourself."

You sighed, leaning into his touch as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "I just feel so… ugly and gross," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as a single tear rolled down your reddened cheek. "I feel so unlucky," you confessed, your voice tinged with sadness.

Shoto's grip tightened ever so slightly, his warmth a comforting presence against your skin. "You're not ugly or gross, baby," he said firmly, placing a kiss to your temple. "You're human, and sometimes our bodies don't cooperate the way we want them to. It's okay to feel disappointed, but please don't be so hard on yourself." Shoto's hand gently brushed against your hair, his touch soothing. "As I said, your health comes first, always."

You sniffled, a tear slipping down your cheek as you leaned into Shoto's embrace. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "You're the best boyfriend."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. "Anytime," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet room.

After leaving your shared bedroom where you were resting, Shoto's mind raced as he thought of a way to bring the beauty of the Aurora borealis to you, even though you couldn't witness it in person.

Remembering Denki Kaminari, your common friend from U.A. times, was a streamer, he quickly reached out to him. Shoto pulled out his phone and dialed Denki's number. After a few rings, Denki finally answered.

"Hey, Todoroki! What's up?" Denki's cheerful voice came through the line.

"Hey, Denki. I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have a favor to ask," Shoto replied, trying to keep his tone steady.

"Of course, man! What do you need?" Denki responded, sounding genuinely interested.

"Well, you see, the Aurora borealis is visible tonight, and… well, my girlfriend is feeling really sick and couldn't come out to see it. And since you're frequently streaming on YouTube, I was wondering if you could stream it on your channel so she could watch it from home?" Shoto explained, feeling a bit awkward.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Denki spoke again. "Wow, that sounds like a great idea! I'd be happy to help out! Let me jus finish my gameplay! Just give me a few minutes to set everything up, okay?"

Relief flooded through Shoto as he thanked Denki profusely. "Thank you so much, Kaminari. This means a lot to me and Y/N. I owe you one."

"No problem at all, Todoroki. Just glad I can help out. I'll let you know when the stream is up and running," Denki replied, his enthusiasm evident in his voice.

With a grateful smile, Shoto ended the call, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.

After some time, Todoroki returned to your shared bedroom with his laptop and a cup of freshly brewed mint. He passed you the cup and turned his computer on and navigated to YouTube.

"What are you doing, Shoto?" you asked, puzzled by his sudden actions as you slowly sat up, wrapping blanket around your shoulder, still feeling a little nauseous.

"Just wait and see," he replied with a small smile, his eyes focused on the screen.

Then, to your surprise, you saw Denki's stream pop up on the screen, the vivid colors of the Aurora borealis dancing across the display.

"Is that…?" you started, but Shoto cut you off with a nod.

"Yeah, it's Denki. He's streaming it live for you," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with warmth and understanding. "I asked him if he could do that, and he agreed instantly. It's handy having a friend who's a YouTuber," Shoto chuckled softly.

As the night sky painted itself in shades of violet, teal, and emerald, the ethereal dance of the Aurora Borealis began. The camera panned slowly, capturing every mesmerizing movement of the celestial phenomenon. The colors shifted and swirled, creating intricate patterns that seemed to come alive before your eyes. As the stream continued, the intensity of the auroras seemed to grow, casting an enchanting glow over the landscape below. Trees swayed gently in the breeze, their branches silhouetted against the shifting colors of the sky. Occasionally, a shooting star streaked across the heavens, adding an extra touch of magic to the already mesmerizing scene.

The chat buzzed with excitement as viewers shared their awe and wonder at the natural spectacle, asking Kaminari for his opinion as well.

You couldn't believe it. The beauty of the phenomenon filled you with awe, and tears welled up in your eyes as you realized what Shoto had done for you. "Shoto, I don't know what to say," you whispered, overcome with emotion.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I just wanted you to experience this, even if you couldn't be there in person. You mean everything to me, and I'll always go the extra mile to make you happy."

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gremlin-girly · 2 months ago

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Day 5 : Northern Lights

Pairing: Thor x gn!reader

Tags/warnings: FLUFF, cuddling, established relationship, cuddling, kissing

Summary: Following on from this Flufftober installment. You and Thor decide to snuggle up and watch the northern lights.

Word count: 400 @fluff-cember Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated (or put through AI)

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You meet Thor at the hut with cocoa where he's already cuddled beneath the blankets. It had become a usual place for you both to be, not just on stormy nights and rainy days, but on days where you both wanted some peace from everyone at the compound. However, tonight was special.

"Hey you," You murmur, shuffling closer in your slippers once the door is closed. "Cosy?"

"Very much so." Thor grins at you, taking his mug. "What is so special about tonight?" Thor sips at his cocoa before hurriedly adding with a sheepish smile, "Not that I don't want to spend the time with you."

You settle next to him, cuddling close as you look through the window and sip at your drink.

"In about twenty minutes time, you'll see why I brought you out here." You say cryptically.

Thor doesn't press further instead he opens his arms to you so you can lie into him further and he can easily wrap his trunks for arms around you as you both wait patiently for the special surprise. Idle chat about your days passes the time, in between stolen pecks and and sips of cocoa, and soon enough twenty minutes pass.

Almost to the second, the small room is illuminated with colour. Greens, blues, purples and pinks dance across the night sky and you and Thor both move closer to the window to watch the Aurora Borealis appear before you.

"I have... never seen this before." Thor says quietly to you, almost as if he's worried being too loud would scare the lights away.

"Neither have I," You whisper back, enthralled by the light show. "It's rare for them to appear out here."

Thor's large hand find the small of your back, tugging you slightly closer to him. His warmth surrounds you and you lean into it, resting your head against his chest with a short relaxed sigh.

"Thank you for showing me." He murmurs as the Aurora flickers. Thor leans down slightly pressing a kiss to your cheek, however, his next words are so quiet you almost don't hear them. "I love you, Y/N."

Your breathing catches and you half turn towards him. Your heartbeat thuds in your ears and the northern lights seem to suddenly beam brighter. Your eyes meet his and you break into a smile that puts the Aurora to shame.

"I love you too, Thor."

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janzoo · 4 months ago

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FFXIVGlamtober2024 Day 9

🐉Melee🌌

Here's Drakyr's current DRG glam. During Heavensward, she leaned pretty heavily into her status as Azure Dragoon #2. This was in large part to aid in getting Ishgard's overall acceptance - to counter all of the factors working against her, like being an outsider and an Au Ra. To differentiate her from Estinien, and because of her dark blue skin/scales, people started calling her the Midnight Dragoon.

The Majestic Manderville Spear just tops it all off, as the colourful glow effect looks a lot like the aurora borealis. The glam used to use the Ravel Keeper's maiming set, but I switched to the DT equivalents for the extra dye channels. I figured that long feather at the back would look cool trailing behind her as she jumped about.

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Glam details in the readmore~

If I don't mention a dye, there isn't one.

Weapon: Majestic Manderville Spear (Replica) Head: Heirloom Circlet of Maiming (Dye: Soot Black) Body: Cobalt Tungsten Vest of Maiming (Dyes: Soot Black, Midnight Blue) Hands: Br'aaxskin Armlets of Maiming (Dyes: None, Midnight Blue) Legs: Sarcenet Kecks of Maiming (Dyes: Soot Black, Midnight Blue) Feet: Auri Buskins (Dyes: Soot Black, None) Earrings: Hardsilver Earrings of Gathering Neck: Mythril Choker Wrist: Empty/Emperor's Right Ring: Master Lancer's Ring Left Ring: Augmented Shire Custodian's Ring

#ffxiv #janzoo plays ffxiv #ffxivglamtober2024 #ffxivglamtober #my wol #my ocs #oc: drakyr saovine #oc: drakyr saovine (glam)#oc: drakyr saovine (events)#oc: drakyr saovine (lore)

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gingiesworld · 2 years ago

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Random Compliments

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Lizzie Olsen X Fem Reader

Warnings: Just Fluff

18+ MINORS DNI

Lizzie's pov

Y/N has been working with the marvel xast for 3 months now and they are honestly a breath of fresh air. But they also make me blush so hard.

"Did you know kiwi's now my favourite fruit." Y/N said as she sat beside me on the sofa in the break room. Making me giggle.

"Why?" I asked with a smile as I looked at her amused.

"Because kiwis are refreashing and sweet. Just like looking in your eyes." She smirked as I laughed.

"That was way too corny." I told her as we both laughed. And that was just the start of it. She didn't care if she was saying these things infront of other cast members either.

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"Your smile is the most beautiful thing anyone would ever see. More beautiful than the Aurora Borealis." She said making me blush before she walked away with a victory smile.

"She's upped her game." Scar smirked at my blushing face.

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"I love seeing you happy because your eyes shine brighter than a winter's sun." She said sweetly as she tucked a stray hair behind my hair. "Also hearing you laugh is as refreshing as the summer rain." She said before she walked away. She truly has improved her flirting skills

"Fuck me." I breathed out with a laugh as I watched her walk away.

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"You have the most purest heart that would even make the angels cry." She said as she stood beside me before she walked away like nothing happened.

"I definitely am captain of this ship." Scar teased me making me cover my face with my hands.

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"You have the most beautiful hair, it's like strands of gold that shines in the sun." She said before walking away making the butterflies swarm in my stomach.

"You definitely need to get her off the market before I steal her." Scar said before we went back to work.

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"You may be known as the other Olsen, but you are the most beautiful Olsen to me." She said with a soft look in her eyes.

"Seriously?" I whispered to Scar as we watched as Y/N walked away.

"She really likes you Liz, just ask her out." Scar told me before she walked away.

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I watched as Y/N walked up to me with a single daisy in her hand. She stood extremely close as she placed it in my hair before she looked in my eyes.

"The most beautiful and purest flower of the earth." She said as she cupped my cheek and walked away. The guys stood there and watched the blush on my face.

"She definitely needs to teach me how to flirt." Chris Evans said making everyone laugh.

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"If I was lucky enough to hold you in my arms in a previous life. I would be even luckier to hold you close to me in this life." She smiled softly at me. I couldn't hold it in anymore before walking up to her as she walked away. I gripped her wrist making her turn to face me.

"Then hold me." I told her as I closed the gap and kissed her softly. She held me onto me, afraid to let go.

"I'll hold you for as long as you will let me." She smiled before I pulled her back in, our lips meeting in a loving kiss. Ignoring our surroundings, creating our own world in this moment.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen #elizabetholsen #el

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 months ago

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Fluff (8) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven

15 Years of Forever (ao3) - theheartnexttophan

Summary: As of October 19th, 2024, Dan and Phil have known each other for 15 years. They’ve had 15 years of moments together, so here is one moment for each year.

a cat's not just for phantober. this is forever (ao3) - purpurussy

Summary: Fluffy oneshot based on the "cat" prompt for phantober!

Above the Northern Lights (ao3) - trancelover99

Summary: On May 10th, 2024, a seemingly shocking event happened in London, England: The aura borealis was visible for the first time in 20 years due to a solar storm! As thousands of people worldwide gather to see this rare sight, Dan and Phil decide to join by having a midnight picnic under their backyard cherry blossom tree with their new Shiba-Corgi pup, Nuki! Title is based on the Mannheim Steamroller song Above the Northern Lights.

at first blush this is fate (ao3) - alittlestarsick

Summary: 2009 Dan and Phil have a cute winter moment in the snow before Dan has to go back home from his visit to Phil

Bear Mask (ao3) - VendettaWound

Summary: While Dan does think Phil's Freddy Fazbear costume is ridiculous, he also finds it very endearing.

Color Theory (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan and Phil spend Halloween night out in Milwaukee dressed as Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens, and Dan unfortunately learns the consequences of committing to red hair dye when he gets back to their hotel room to wash it out.

cornetto and a hot chocolate (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: a cute little stolen moment shared on a tour break 💙

heart skipped a beat (ao3) - dontcrydraft

Summary: Dan and Phil have a day to spare in Stockholm - cue the seals and the meese, it's time to go to the zoo!

Hoodie Weather (ao3) - dat_carovieh

Summary: Dan loves wearing Phil's clothes

I have to tell you something (ao3) - solarpower21

Summary: Dan confesses he was the one behind the PhilsLion account.

i thought that i was dreaming (ao3) - twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: Dan and Phil and the beds they've shared. Basically.

imagine it (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil cuddle on the tour bus after their Los Angeles show.

(A fic about 15 years and no but seriously imagine it.)

liquorice ice cream (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil go on a date to the zoo.

(Snapshots of their Swedish zoo date, September 2024. This fic is free from TIT show spoilers!)

Love, September (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: They say you can tell someone's in love by the moments they capture on camera.

Dan and Phil on a scenic autumnal walk in the woods, as seen through the videos they take of each other.

Meant to be, we might be alright now (ao3) - lesbosz

Summary: Dan thinks about the cramped tour bus bunks and traveling the world again with his soulmate of 15 years.

natural. (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: tampa, florida. known for plenty of things ranging from busch gardens to outback steakhouse. unlike the amusement park, however, there’s a certain drink phil’s been eyeing since he’s seen promotional advertisements on his nightly youtube sessions.

no but seriously imagine it (ao3) - natigail

Summary: It has been 15 years since Dan and Phil met. They wake up on the Terrible Influence tour bus in Las Vegas on their anniversary with plans to see My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy later that day.

no machine (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dip and pip return home after the american leg of the tit tour. just a soft, loving fluffy thing <3

Not a Lot, Just Forever (ao3) - angelpicnic

Summary: “'Do you think we’d find each other in every universe?'

Dan gave him a look – a you-know-I-don’t-really-believe-in-that-stuff look – but he could see in Phil’s sea-green eyes that he was being genuine.

'Yeah.' Dan said softly. 'Yeah, I think that we would.'”

Or, just a pure fluff fic with coffee in a Hello Kitty mug and a tortoise metaphor. There is literally no point besides sickeningly sweet domestic fluff. :-)

Perfect like a picture, even when they look through the grains (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan and Phil having a cozy night in with red wine, taking photos for a holiday card and taking videos for each other.

pizza & packing (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan and phil eat pizza and pack for their trip. they might love each other a little bit

remote crisis manager (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: it's 4am in auckland the day before dan's show and dan is having a crisis

remote crisis manager (part 2) (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: it's 4am in england and phil gets a call from dan who is having a crisis whilst in auckland before his show

silent and sure, keeping watch in the night (ao3) - gaydreaming

Summary: Phil has always loved being on tour. The adventure, the sounds of the tour bus, the way his quality time with Dan takes on a different shape. On the road between Oslo and Helsinki, he sees some beautiful stars through the bus window and wakes Dan up in the middle of the night to enjoy them with him.

Stinky Baby (ao3) - easybubbyy

Summary: Phil can be a bit bossy sometimes... (especially in the mornings). Dan doesn't mind one bit.

Sweet Haribo (ao3) - dprkives

Summary: Phil says corny shit to Dan while he’s high on fentanyl at the hospital

take on the world (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: just some soft, post-show intimacy <3

tired showers and comfy sheets (ao3) - majestichowell

Summary: dan and phil are back at the hotel after their show, they can’t wait to go to sleep.

waking up to a dream (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: "I missed you..." Phil mumbled against Dan's jacket, reveling in the familiarity of his smell. "I missed you more," Dan whispered warmly. Phil vehemently shook his head, "Not possible." Dan chuckled. Phil found that sound so sweet and endearing that he pulled him even closer.

Warm (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: animal shelter volunteers

You and I, We don't wanna be like them (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: Phil tries to appear cool when Dan comes to visit him for the first time, but struggles to fall asleep without his favourite plushie. When he admits to his secret, Dan answers with a confession of his own that inspires Phil’s first christmas gift to Dan.

you rocked my world and never left it (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: some sights, smells and sounds in Turkey, and the feelings that follow

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raccoonfallsharder · 1 year ago

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⋆⊰∙∘⋆❆ borealis ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ winter collection masterlist ❆ year one

more winter headcanons | navigation | fanfiction masterlist | borealis: year two

rating: varies | no use of y/n | rocket x reader | oneshots | word count: varies. an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday one-shots. gender of reader varies (mostly gn). organized by rating.

frostnip | mcu | fluff ✮

traditions | mcu | fluff ✮

ugly sweater | comics | spice ✩

winter across the galaxy | mcu | spice ✩

snow & stars | comics | smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

for more winter oneshots, see borealis: year two. more winter headcanons | navigation | fanfiction masterlist

RATING KEY fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

frostnip. °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 1,880. ✮ you teach rocket about appropriate winterwear. mcu-based. i think. this might change. can be read romantically or platonically, with a g-rated gesture of physical intimacy. i almost wrote this to involve a snowball fight and then i was like, oh no, reader would actually get murdered.

traditions. ‧❅•꙳⋆ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 3,368. ✮ every winter, rocket comes to your place to celebrate the holidays and take a nap. mcu-based. can be read romantically or platonically. just pure feel-good shit, warm as cocoa and twice as sweet.

ugly sweater. *∞*⍋⋆*❅｡. spice | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,196. ✩ rocket might make fun of your holiday attire, but he kind of wishes you'd wear it more often. comics-based (probably a sort of matt rosenberg incarnation with shades of skottie young and al ewing), including cameos by an array of guardians from all different arcs because i can't fuckin keep track of who's on the goddamn team when. no explicit smut?? but some kinda spicy takes && some explicit statements. rocket's perspective, and rocket is the pursuer. reader's just a sweetheart & a cutie (especially in that flarkin sweater). brief use of a petname (twice, i think) and references to using teeth, claws, and tail during intimacy.

Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ spice | rocket x f!oc | ask imagine | word count: ?? ✩ a super-casual barely-edited oneshot written in response to a reader comment, "Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing." part of Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ

snow & stars. ⋆❅₊⁺⋆ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n| f!reader | oneshot | word count: 16,450. ❤︎❤︎ citing a lack of "team spirit," corporate requires you to attend the annual holiday office party (off the clock, of course) if you want to be eligible for your raise. luckily, the new guy makes things... interesting. comics-based, very loosely inspired by the Timely, Inc arc in Annihilators (2010, Issue 1), though i like... truly cannot abide timothy green ii's style of rocket in this series. try to imagine a nice jorge coelho or valerio schiti. mild exhibitionism, mild degradation, praise, use of "slut"/"whore" (affectionate), begging, pet names, impact play (one? ass smack i think?), pinching, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex. lotsa fluff. i'm not super-well-versed in the annihilators arc because so many of the characters involved bore me to actual tears so apologies for anything that isn't strictly comics-canon. you don't need to have any real comics-knowledge to ride this ride.

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fushipurro · 1 year ago

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In the Shadows of Love

Chapter 5 - Imperfections

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, mentions of alcohol, hangover, domestic fluff, light angst, insecure/intrusive thoughts

☆ Word Count: 7.3k

You’ll have to thank Toji later for whatever he put in your drink if you can even remember this when the time comes.

After your return to the group, the next while was spent being centerstage with the trio ─ now dubbed the quartet or “Gang” with your addition to their circle of friends.

They had wanted to hear every little moment from the day you met Toji up to now, preaching about how you should make a move already. Of course, they sulk when you remind them that you aren’t aware of his relationship status, but then they go and beg you to ask already and see where you stand.

At some point they started having their own back and forth discussions trying to come up with plans on how to help you out. Satoru thinks a direct approach might be best, rip the bandage off as he put it to which Shoko argues to be more indirect to save you from any potential hurt feelings. Suguru, being the voice of reason, believes that whatever the case ─ it’s Toji’s life to tell and you should wait until he’s ready.

The more they carry on, the more you find yourself lost on your drink, eventually giving the margarita another shot when your first glass emptied. Suddenly, the taste is nothing like you remember. In fact, you don’t taste much of anything given how numb your mouth has gotten thanks to nature of alcohol at play.

Your eyes stare upwards in a daze after polishing that second drink off. The neon shades of purple and red that streak across the ceiling mesh together in a lovely, yet blurring way that you’ve come to refer to as an “aurora borealis”. Who knew indoor stargazing could make for a wonderful experience?

“Helloooo…?” a voice calls out that you’re barely able to register amongst the noise occupying your ears. “You still with us?” the voice speaks once more.

“Satoru, I think you let her drink too much,” another comments.

“Don’t blame me! She’s only had two drinks…”

“You should get me two more,” pleads a third.

The second interrupts the bantering of the other two, “I think we’ve all had enough for one night ─ you especially, Shoko, since you have work tomorrow.”

A hand falls to your shoulder, nudging you back to reality. Satoru and Suguru exit the booth, helping you up to your feet alongside Shoko who’s somehow steady in heels despite having drunk more than everyone combined.

“Sho,” you drawl out in the form of a murmur, clinging to her side for stability.

“I know, hun, we’ll get you home soon,” she assures, spinning her head back to the men. “I’ll take her from here.” She winks. “You two just wait for me outside.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” The two nod with a knowing glance to each other, turning on their heel to make their leave after wishing you a good night.

“Where we goin’?” You hiccup, proving once again the state you’re in.

Shoko doesn’t have much of any time to answer before your eyes make contact with a pair of green, inciting joy from within you.

“Toji Toji!” you babble excitedly, lips stretching far and wide in a smile.

Needless to say, it takes the man by surprise as evident with his raised eyebrows and slightly parted lips. He places the glassware he was cleaning down in its respective spot. “All done for the night?” he asks, placing his palms down on the countertop.

“Yesshir!” you mock salute.

Immediately, he laughs through his nose. It doesn’t take a genius to see that you’re drunk, but he’s surprised at how little alcohol it took to get you like this. Not only that, but this new, unreserved side of you.

Toji’s used to your reclusive, stuttering nature, the mask you wear like a shield in public. He knows this partly because of what he hears through the walls that separate your homes at times, things he won’t ever call out to embarrass you.

But right here, right now?

You’re that same bubbling ball of joy, but more so now that the alcohol has seemed to turn your thinking off.

This is how you should be ─ alcohol aside.

“She made a mention about you giving her a ride home…?” Shoko comments, taking in the man at the center of your attraction with her own thorough eyes.

Toji’s head turns towards a younger man further down the bar. “Choso!” he calls out, already slipping his small apron off from his waist. “Taking my break, I’ll be back soon.” He steps out from behind the bar, offering with his hands to take the woman’s place in keeping you upright.

“Take care of her now, you hear?” She winks, stretching up on her toes to whisper in his ear, “I hear you’re quite the gentlemen with her, keep it up.”

He snorts, watching her make her leave for a second before his eyes are back on you while you’re staring off at the ceiling with wonder. One hand settles comfortably at your waist while the other rests over yours that clings to his side.

With deft hands, he guides you towards the back entrance of the club, grabbing his coat along the way. “Come along then princess, your chariot awaits.” The words come out low, like a rumble or a purr.

You smile up at him having caught his words. “If I’m the princess, then that makes you my knight in shining armor,” you giggle, holding onto him more tightly now.

“Yeah, yeah,” he scoffs, “I’d like to hear you say that when you’re not drunk off your ass.”

“Hey, I only had two drinks!” you refute.

“I know.” He smirks. “I made them after all. But you, my dear, are a lightweight.”

His hand leaves yours for a moment to push the heavy door open to the outside world. The chilling winds send a shiver throughout your body, but the heat that radiates from Toji lulls you closer than ever.

He gets you to his car, carefully placed down in the passenger seat. Toji sees you recoil from the cold of the seats, choosing to drape his jacket over your legs, fastening the seatbelts before coming around to the driver’s side.

He shakes his head with a smile as he settles down, turning the car on with the press of a button. There’s a fleeting thought in his head to forgo the seat warmers when he’s met with how you’re enjoying his coat. You’re snuggling it up to your body, even going so far as to ─ shamelessly ─ inhale the fabric.

If you weren’t wasted, he wouldn’t catch you dead doing this in front of him. He won’t tease you over it, not now at the very least. Toji is more than happy to let you be your complete self, so long as he’s able to see more of this side of you that you so desperately lock away.

The drive home is quiet as he opts to not play anything on the radio as usual, letting only the sounds of his engine fill the silence. His eyes wander to you at times, while your own aimlessly stare up at the passing streetlights as though they were the stars themselves.

“You have fun tonight?” he asks abruptly, causing you to flinch from the sudden noise. It’s proving difficult for you to remain awake.

“Yeah, I did!” You grin with excitement, lighting up the car like you’re the sun itself.

“Hope you know your head’s gonna feel like shit come tomorrow,” he teases.

“I haven’t had fun like or with friends in a looong time.” The words come out with a darker undertone than you meant, but you’re also not in the headspace to be mindful about it.

Either way, they end up brewing in Toji’s head far longer than they did in yours. A question looms on the tip of his tongue, when do you hang out with others?

As far he’s aware living right next-door, you never have guests over and if he’s heard you on the phone it was always obvious they were work calls and never anything more. About the only reason you appear to leave your house is for said work or getting groceries.

Who do you spend time with socially? Do you even have other friends?

He hates himself for prying, it’s not something he’s proud to do, but there’s a curiosity he wishes to satisfy. “Has work been keeping you too busy for your other friends?”

At first you reply with a noncommittal hum, letting the gears move around in your head. When you do finally speak, it’s with your head turned back to the window instead of his way, “I don’t…have anyone besides…” Your hand comes out in front of you to keep count with your fingers. “…You, ‘Gumi, my new friends ─ I guess Nanamin counts even though he’s my boss.”

Internally, he sighs with relief that you think of him as a friend and not just your neighbor. It also looks to him that you’re not seeing anyone romantically at the moment which is another less thing to worry about for his own conflicted reasonings.

He slows the car to a stop for a red light at an intersection, mulling over this newfound information in his head to the clicking of his turn signal. Should he continue his questioning? Is the traffic light a sign he should give it a rest?

Toji has never been one to believe in signs or omens, but with some of the unexpected events of today, he starts to wonder if this is a warning he needs to be aware of.

Ultimately, he shrugs it off. It’s a stop light for heaven’s sake. Whether you remember any of this in the morning would be a miracle anyways, not that he’s out here asking for top secret information like your social security number.

The light flashes green and he decides to pop his next question, “Are you lonely?”

“Sometimes,” you tell him after a short pause. He sees your head fall to your lap, toying with the drawstrings of his jacket between your fingers. “I’m just used to it, I guess. I like my solitude.” Little do you know; he understands that all too well and more.

For a long time, he was the same.

Growing up with little to no attention in the ways that matter. Coming to believe isolation was the answer for self-preservation ─ to protect his heart. There are times he still feels that way today, but there’s one blessing in his life he never would have gotten if it weren’t for giving himself a chance and taking that leap of faith he did, years ago.

Loneliness breeds a darkness he once welcomed as a friend. He knows now it was anything but ─ just malevolent thoughts whispering a means to an end and nothing more.

If that’s as much the case for you as it was for him, then maybe it’s his turn to become a source of light.

He’s quiet the rest of the way home, watching when he can of how you purposefully fog the glass, drawing a rough depiction of a cat with your finger. In your head, it’s almost that of a masterpiece, but it’s missing something.

A quick swipe of your nail over the edge of its lips is all the cat needed to be perfect in your eyes. It’s ironic given that scars are viewed as imperfections. A “blemish” that can make or break something, or someone.

But not yourself.

Pretty soon the familiar brick building you both call home appears, and he pulls the car into his spot. You’ve sobered up some from the drive, now fighting off a losing battle with the sleep your body craves as Toji tries to get you from your seat onto two legs.

The stairs leading up to the fourth floor are a daunting task, but not with someone capable who’s also built like a Greek god by your side. The hardest task proves to be finding your keys from your purse, eventually letting Toji do the honors of unlocking the door after several fumbled attempts of your own. Once open, Tsumiki is right there meowing away.

“Tsumi!” you croon, almost falling to floor as you try and kneel to her level. Luckily, Toji’s quick reflexes save you from harm, pulling you back up into his side.

“Time for bed, princess,” he declares, moving you down the hall. He’s thankful you aren’t protesting, simply allowing him to lay you down on your cloud. It was a smart move on your part to wear a lazy, casual fit. No need to stress over trying to sleep in restricting fabric like denim or tight dresses.

Toji may not be a perfect person, with a laundry list of things he regrets doing in his life, but nowhere in his morally gray mind would he take to stripping you out of your everyday clothes unless absolutely necessary at this stage of your relationship.

“Hey ‘Oji?” you mumble out the words amidst a yawn.

He huffs with amusement, enjoying the dreamy expression you make, reminding him of how Megumi acts when it’s his bedtime. Cute.

“Yeah?” he replies.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Your eyes are already shut before he can say anything more, but that doesn’t stop him. “Anytime, princess.” He raises the sheets up and over your form, murmuring, “Sleep tight.”

Toji remains at your bedside for some time, returning the favor with his own shameless attempt at watching you sleep, blissfully unaware. The way your chest slowly rises and falls with every breath and the soft snores that accompany; it calms him. With him, you look so at peace and free of any anxieties that plague you.

He wishes he could see you like this more.

The afternoon light creeps into your room, stirring your body awake like some twisted version of a morning glory. One of the perks of having a western facing window in your bedroom for night owl like yourself to sleep the day away.

As promised, you have the next few days off to rest and recover after the grueling weeks of preparation for the shoot. And while your phone may not be sounding off a cruel symphony of noise to wake you, that doesn’t mean you’re safe. No, not when you have a separate alarm that walks on four paws and meows, prodding at you to feed her.

Although… Tsumiki is being unusually calm as far as “mornings” go for you.

Instead of crushing your stomach and ribs, she’s choosing to stretch out her little limbs on your body, suckling away on the blanket draped over you.

You lean up, reaching out your own lazy hand to pet her. “Tsumiaah-fuck,” you groan out in pain at the sudden stabbing sensation piercing through your skull. The pressure is enough to send your head right back into the pillow, which you do, but not without a sour expression.

While blindly navigating your hand to your nightstand, you find that your phone isn’t in its designated spot. With a straining effort, you pry your eyes open to reveal that in place of your phone is a piece of a paper held down by a bottle of pills and a glass of water.

“Drink up if you want to feel better sooner, princess.-Your ‘Knight in Shining Armor’”

“…My what?”

Back to the pillows you go, taking a spare to throw over your face to save you from the embarrassment. The soft golden hues of the light are normally welcomed with joy, but now have you rethinking about investing in some heavy blackout curtains.

A heavy sigh escapes you with a rumbling groan after, “What the fuck did I do last night…”

You try and think back to the events of the night before, only to come up short ─ thanks to the wincing pain your head is putting you through. Vaguely, you remember the fun you had with the group of three, followed by Toji taking you home, but everything else comes up with a gaussian blur filtering overtop.

So, you decide right here and now to make a binding vow with yourself to save you from this happening again.

Never get drunk again. Better yet, avoid any alcohol lest you set yourself up for trouble.

Swallowing the pills is the first thing you do when finally decide to sit up, following up with a drink of water. You’re not in the position to care about the overnight quality, just that anything is welcome when your throat is as dry as the Sahara desert.

Next on your plans is a trip to the bathroom, opting to get into the shower right away. You stop short of the mirror however, noticing yet another enigma. “No makeup? Huh…” The artist had your face pretty caked up and yet, there’s zero evidence of it now. You’re not even sure you do this good of a job while you’re awake let alone how you managed this when you were borderline blackout drunk.

Tsumiki is hardly in a rush to get her breakfast either, more fascinated by the birds outside than she is to paw at your ankles to hurry up already. This inevitably gives you a harsh reminder that while her cabinets remain full and plentiful with food, yours are greatly overdue for some shopping.

All that work and no play has left you opting for takeout deliveries over putting any actual effort into your meals and now your fridge is sufferingly empty. May as well get it over with now on your day off.

You get changed into one of your comfy outfits for the fall weather. Another day of not going too crazy with your looks, still feeling plenty bit tired, but nothing a nap later won’t fix.

Hanging up by your front door is your purse you had used yesterday, which you find has your phone buried inside still. It could use a good charge, but there’s enough for you at least scan over all the missed messages, mainly from Shoko wanting to make sure you got home safely and how you’re feeling.

After some quick apologies for the delayed responses, you shove it back into the same purse to take your leave, but not without grabbing a granola bar so you’d have something on your stomach with the pills.

Once outside, you’re hit with the pungent smell of smoke that can only mean one thing ─ fate has again chosen to weave you in with scarlet-colored webs.

With the sound of the heavy doors closing behind you, the man looks over his shoulder. The scarred corner of his lip moves upward, while exhaling a gray plume of smoke. “Morning princess, how’re you feelin’?” he asks before taking another drawn out hit from his cigarette.

Your cheeks begin to fill with heat, even going so far as to make you forget the hangover you’re suffering from. “That was your note then?” you muse, despite the faint memory that yes, he did take you home so it should be obvious.

Toji chuckles, “Ouch.” He feigns feeling hurt with a hand over his heart. “You don’t remember? Don’t worry, I figured you wouldn’t,” he teases, but there’s almost a solemn feeling lacing his words.

You move down a few steps to his side, your nose crinkling at the toxic air flowing around. Toji, being the chivalrous man he is to you, is already snuffing out the flame on the concrete away from you.

“Thanks for taking me home, I hope I didn’t give you a hard time,” you say, while carefully avoiding his gaze to save you from further embarrassment.

It’s a futile effort, as his words do exactly that, “Not at all, it was a treat.” He winks despite your aversion to his eyes. Your head falls into your knees and there’s a moment you consider turning tail right then and there to flee, but thankfully his next words aren’t meant to tease. “Where are you off to? You want a ride?”

You debate the idea in your head. “I wouldn’t want to trouble you, I’m just heading out to the store,” you answer lightly.

“It’s no trouble, doll. I gotta go out anyways to pick up the kid from school,” he tells you.

It would be nice to not have to walk, especially when the weather of today offers enough wind to make your outfit choice feel obsolete. “Are you sure?” The last thing you want is to be a burden.

“Positive,”he assures with an air of confidence, standing to his full height now, with one hand dangling his keys in the space between you both. “Now come on before I leave you out here,” he urges nonchalantly.

You know he’s not serious, but you don’t risk it either way. He shakes his head, making a sign of amusement as you speed walk up to his side. When you open the passenger door, there’s a spark that hits your memory from the jacket that rests on the seat. As if it’s the most natural thing to do, you hike the fabric up to your chest as you settle down inside, averting your face to the window when Toji catches you in the act.

The car turns on without a comment regarding it from the man, pulling out from the lot no sooner after. To make the silence worse, your stomach decides that this is the perfect time to put on a show, declaring your lack of a proper meal. Just like that, you suck your lip in, pulling your hand up to hide your face.

You hope he didn’t hear it, but luck only goes so far. “I take it you haven’t eaten yet?” he inquires, because of course he would hear it. The car is dead silent save for the roar of the engine but even that wasn’t enough to cover it up.

Defeatedly, you sigh, “Just a granola bar.” You shrug, dropping the hand from your face. “Work’s been so busy, that’s why I’m out shopping now.”

You have half a mind to say something along the lines of “And no, I’m not letting you pay for my groceries again,” the second you hear him humming in thought.

What actually comes out of his mouth is a different idea. “You want to join us for dinner?” he offers. “Kid’s been begging for pancakes, so I said I’d take him to a diner tonight.” The words produce a tantalizing thought, falsely filling your senses with the aroma of syrup and creams, and every other breakfast delight.

“I’d love that actually, but on one condition.”

“Uh oh,” he starts, but can’t fight the smirk tugging at his lips. “Name your price,” he demands, and that you do.

“I’ll be the one paying this time,” you state confidently. “As thanks for getting me home last night.”

Toji laugh is deep and hearty. “You can pay for Megs and me if you really want to,” he stresses those words, showing his subtle discontent. “But I’ll be buying yours and I don’t want to hear any complaints. I invited you; I’ll be treating you.”

You take the win, knowing there will be more opportunities in the future considering all that he’s done for you. “Deal,” you reply affirmingly.

“Good girl,” he mutters out, not even giving you a chance to react when for the first time in your history of being in his car, the radio comes on. But hey, now you get to hear what his taste in music is. If the station is anything to go by, then the answer to the question you’ve been dying to know is that he’s into rock. “Divorced dad rock” as the internet so kindly puts it for early 2000s classics.

Between that thought and the praise kink you’re starting to feel you have, your eyes now meander their way to the left hand that sits idle on the shifter.

Although the vehicle is automatic, with the exception of the sport mode, he keeps a loose grip over the leather with the occasional tapping of his pointer. His ring finger happens to be devoid of the characteristic ring that proclaims his availability to the world.

If he is divorced, that would explain the missing ring on top of his reason to move in recent times and with a kid no less, but that doesn’t mean he’s not seeing anyone either. For all you know, he could be of the mindset that marriage of just a slip of paper, one he might not feel he ever needs if his love is enough.

Rings aside, your eyes continue their journey across his hands. They’re great in size, even carrying evidence of faded scars beneath the rough textures. Another key feature are the cobweb of veins that run along the backside, flexing with every action. You can’t help but wonder how they’d look arou–

“Something wrong, doll? I can feel you staring.”

Oops, busted.

“Oh, no, sorry.” Your laugh comes out dry, a forced effort on your part that doesn’t go unnoticed. “Just looking around is all,” you double down. He responds with a laugh of his own through his nose, and if you were looking at him, you’d notice the wolfish grin.

Considering your apartment was already closer to the outskirts of the city than the downtown area, it doesn’t take all that long to arrive at the foothills of a school close to the nearby mountains labeled Tokyo Tech. A private school by the looks of it. Everything just screams historical with little effort to modernize any structure on the property, but it’s quite charming.

Toji tells you along the way up to the main hall that the school handles kids of all ages, making it the ideal location for Megumi to grow up in an environment geared towards him and provides consistency in his life. One thing you eventually will come to learn is important to this family. The few students you pass by all have their own uniforms too, most of which almost seems tailored to each individual student.

You can’t even begin to imagine the tuition price, but it makes you respect Toji more. Yeah, he’s got a sports car and his kid’s in private school, but then you think about the likelihood of him being a single father who chose to live in the same dingy apartment as you. In a way, it shows that he has his priorities straight, mainly when it comes to giving Megumi a good life.

You’re afraid to get lost in such a piece of land so you stay as close to Toji as you can. The free hand of his that rocks back and forth with each step is more than enticing to grab, but you refrain. Seeing is enough, you tell yourself, for now at least.

He stops short of one of the classrooms, sliding the door open to reveal exactly what you’d expect from a kindergarten. Megumi, who’s sitting near the back lights up upon seeing not only his father, but you as well. He can’t contain himself from trotting over and wrapping himself around your leg.

“Hey ‘Gumi,” you croon, kneeling to his level. You’re unable to resist the urge when you see his hair, reaching out like the pull of a magnet to rough it up.

He reaches up with both arms to grab your hand, urging you to follow him. All the while, Toji stands there shocked. “What, no love for your dad?” He pouts but shrugs it off to follow after while groaning, “I’m standin’ right here too.”

You flash Toji a look conveying sympathy but truthfully, he’s unbothered. His feigned scowl has dissipated and replaced by usual calm demeanor, albeit with the hint of a smile.

Megumi takes you to his desk where he’s been hard at work coloring. He pans through the stack of papers with underlying excitement, showing you them all. Some had various animals on them while others feature kaijus in the movies you watched together. Your favorite in the pile however, has to be the one showcasing Megumi and his father together. Their expressions are portrayed nearly identical to each other; Toji’s being spot on.

“You made all these yourself? They’re amazing!” you exclaim, proudness dripping from your words.

Toji comes up behind you, leaning over to see what’s got you so excited. He can’t help but smile either, patting his son on the head. “Kid’s a damn good artist, ain’t he?”

His smile only gets wider, and more annoying when you reprimand him. A light backhand to his thigh that takes him by surprise. “Don’t curse around all these kids!” you scold.

“Yo Megumi! Is that your mom?” A new voice yells out, which you follow back to a boy with pink-colored hair. He comes running up to you alongside a chestnut-haired girl of the same age.

Megumi has a questionable look on his face and remains quiet while you choose to answer in place. “Hi there,” you begin, introducing yourself by name to the two, “I’m actually his neighbor,” you tell them after.

A look of realization comes over the two from your words, and they glance at each other in shock. “Ohh, you’re the rabbit girl!” He bellows happily, and internally you wince. Is that how you’re being introduced? “My name’s Yuji.”

“Woah, you were right, Megumi. She is pretty,” the girl comments and the two begin to look at you with stars in their eyes.

“You must be…Nobara, right?” you question, hoping your memory serves correctly from when Toji had mentioned the names of Megumi’s friends.

“Yup, that’s me!” she answers, pointing her thumb at herself.

You beam at the two, matching their enthusiasm. “It’s good to meet some of Megumi’s friends.”

Yuji and Nobara then proceed to chat your ear off, and all the while you can see how they became friends with Megumi. As quiet or introverted as he can be, these two extroverts have essentially “adopted” him into their now-triangle. You’re starting to relate to that same feeling now with Satoru and the gang, and you couldn’t be happier.

All the while, Toji has been putting his focus on gathering all his son’s belongings into his backpack, flinging it over his shoulder effortlessly upon completion. “Ready to go, Megs?” he interrupts, receiving a nod in response.

“Bye, Megumi!” The two kids wave goodbye to you and Megumi, the latter taking your hand to leave, waving back to his friends. Both you and Toji match the boy’s pace on the way to the car, where just like the last time you were together, you help him up into his car seat. Once everyone is good, Toji starts the car and takes off to the nearest diner.

Megumi can hardly contain his joy upon realization that you’re joining him and his father for dinner. So much so that he pulls you to sit at his side in the booth while Toji sits across from you both. He had brought in one of his artworks from school and is continuing his work using the crayons given to him by the waiter.

Like father, like son ─ they both request milk with their meals. The similarity ends there however, as Megumi orders the stack of pancakes he’s been craving while Toji orders a selection of meats, eggs, and toast. You order some pancakes to match with Megumi, with some fruit on the side, and your drink of choice.

You converse with him for a short bit as Megumi is busy coloring away, only slowing down in topics when the food arrives. Toji can’t bring himself to look away from the sight of you helping his son pour the syrup, wiping off any messes he makes on himself like a mother would. It was then that you notice his stillness, not even having taken a first bite yet of his meal.

“Everything okay, Toji?” you gingerly approach the subject.

There’s a moment of silence before he seems to snap from his reverie, uttering a simple, “Yeah.” He no sooner grabs his utensils and begins to eat. “Just happy is all,” he adds, a soft smile gracing his face up until he stuffs it with one big bite.

You can’t help but feel amused. “You really like meat, don’t you?” you muse, remembering how he was with the stir-fry dinner.

“I don’t go a meal without it,” he tells you, sneaking a forkful of your pancakes from under you. You feign a gasp, taking your own prize from his plate. You’re paying for it after all, just like he’s doing for yours. “I’m sure your cat can agree. She wouldn’t stop purring over my choice of beef and chicken over that turkey vegetable crap you got.” His tone is playfully mocking.

Realization hits you. “Wait, you fed Tsumiki last night for me?” It’s no wonder why she was so calm earlier, letting you sleep in and all. You don’t give him the chance to reply before thanking him, “I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. It was easy enough.” He shrugs, taking a few sips from his drink. “She led me right to her stuff after I put you to bed. Gave me quite an earful with that mouth of hers,” he snorts.

The sound of a fork hitting ceramic startles you both, and you turn to Megumi who appears on the verge of tears. “You played without me?” he asks between sniffles.

Toji’s answer comes quick, “Sorry Megs, you weren’t awake.” But it doesn’t make him feel any better.

You’re quick to wrap your arm around him, rubbing smooth shapes onto his arm while he clings to you. “No fair,” he murmurs into the fabric of your shirt.

“Hey, hey, you got me here now, don’t you?” you coo to him. “I’m sure we can find some time soon to do something, maybe without your dad as payback,” you tease, side-eying the man also fixing to pout.

Megumi nods into you, eventually letting you go to resume his meal and whatever he’s still coloring. Crisis averted, you both think to yourselves. A lot of the previous night still remains a blur in your head, and you can’t help the budding curiosity from blooming. “So… what was the whole ‘knight in shining armor’ thing about, anyways?”

He snorts again, making you feel antsy as he takes his sweet time chewing his food. “Believe it or not, that was your idea.”

“Seriously?”

“I called you princess and that’s what you came up with for me in return.” You feel red in your face, lowering your head out of the sheer embarrassment drunk you caused. Toji on the other hand thinks it’s funny.

“Please tell me I didn’t do anything else that was weird…” You don’t know how you’d be able to survive if you did.

“Who knows?” That annoying grin returns to him and now your only thought is crawling under a rock. “I thought it was cute though,” he suddenly remarks, causing you to lift your eyes to meet his that then wink. “You’re one of the better drunks I’ve dealt with.”

Kill me now.

Silence envelopes the booth, the only noise you hear being that of your utensils and other patrons. Toji may be comfortable with the quiet, but you feel it to be awkward, proven when you catch Megumi’s eyes wandering upwards between you and his father.

“Were those friends you were with models as well?” Toji eventually asks.

“No.” You shake your head. “Just the one, Satoru,” you say, taking a bite of some fruit.

He scoffs, “The unicorn?” You confirm with a nod this time.

“The other guy, Suguru, is a tattoo artist, and then Shoko’s working to become a medical examiner.” There’s a hum that follows to acknowledge your words, followed by another bite of his meal.

“What got you into modeling?” he inquires. His eyebrows knit together curiously.

You don’t answer right away, and it takes all of what feels like an eternity to formulate your thoughts. There are many different ways you could answer, half of which ultimately might make it look as if you want pity.

You don’t.

Your fingers trail through Megumi’s hair, toying with the raven locks as form of stress relief. A simple gesture, one that helps to keep your emotions grounded.

“I used to have this one friend that went to modeling classes after school,” you begin with your eyes still focused on the boy. It’s never the easiest to talk about yourself, even if there’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Scars from the past that have never truly healed.

“She invited me along a few times, saying how it’d be good for me, and all the good things it did for her,” you emphasize, sighing softly. “After a while, I was able to give it a try and that’s where I had met my agent who recruited me the day I graduated.”

Toji’s reply is calm, “That must’ve been nice, it’s not often you’re guaranteed a job straight out of school.”

“Yeah.” You smile. “Mr. Nanami’s been great to me and I’m thankful for all his help.”

You give Megumi one final ruffle of his hair before your hand leaves his head to take a bite from your meal. There’s a tremble that’s nearly noticeable if you look hard enough, and the skin around your hands feels colder, clammy even.

“The shoot you had yesterday.” He pauses, taking off a chunk of meat between his teeth, leaving you in suspense yet again. “I’d like to see them when they come out. Bet they’re real pretty,” he muses.

If making someone flustered is a love language, then that’s most certainly his.

But then you feel that cold sweat sticking to your skin once again. Why?

He hasn’t openly judged you for anything, but would that change if he knew more of you? The you, hidden away behind a dozen doors, the parts of your life you’ve never told another soul about.

Or what about the previous modeling you’ve done? The magic performed by editors and makeup artists to erase every blemish, morph your body into something unrecognizable by your own eyes.

It’s only now you’re beginning to realize how highly you value his opinion. The closeness you’re achieving with him, and all the feelings mixed in that you never thought you’d have a chance to even feel in your life.

You want him to like you.

You don’t want him to leave like others have done.

But then there’s the intrusive side of your head that tells you how easy it is to call someone pretty, and even easier to lie about it. It makes you wonder if that’s the type of person he is, and then you hate yourself for even thinking like that when there’s been nothing to warrant it.

Maybe it’d be easier to rip the bandage off and find out. Show him the intimate parts of your life now so you don’t get your hopes up if he wants to step away from your life.

And so, you make your decision. “The ones from yesterday have to wait until the magazine is published, but I do have some others posted on Instagram you can see.”

“Insta-what?” he questions, the word foreign to his knowledge. It’s such a leftfield response that it almost eradicates the darker thoughts from your head.

“You’re kidding, right?” You meet his eyes for the first time in several minutes, and you notice that he’s calm yet looking to you with a confused expression. “Instagram? The social media platform?”

Clarity hits the moment he pulls a retro flip phone from his pocket, waving it in front of you. The sight alone makes your jaw fall agape. This man has a sports car, his son in a private school, and then both his apartment and phone are practically relics.

You pull your own phone out, navigating to the app in question. “I have to use this a lot for my work. For me, it makes a great digital portfolio, but mostly people post whatever.”

You pass him your phone, feeling even more nervous now that there’s no going back. In his hands are hundreds of photos you’ve taken of yourself over time, ranging from past modeling shoots to wardrobe advertisements, a few here and there of Tsumiki, and even some of yourself that you posted for you alone.

He spends some time scrolling through, pausing here and there on some that catch his eye. “Shit ─ sweetheart, these are incredible,” he praises.

“Yeah, after plenty of editing,” you scoff, muttering those words under your breath. You regret that you vocalized those thoughts and hope he didn’t hear. But alas, he always does.

“I’m serious,” he says with a stern voice. There’s a brief silence where your eyes have fallen to your plate that’s interrupted by your phone appearing in front of your face. You take it, looking back up at Toji where his pointer finger is directed at you. “That’s all you there.” He gestures to your phone. “And you look great doing it.”

You look down at your screen, and of all the photos on your page it could be, it’s one of the ones you fought with yourself to delete at one point.

It’s you, standing in your living room wearing a phthalo green dress in a style you don’t normally wear. It was golden hour at time, with sunlight kissing your features and your makeup styled in way that’s much more you. There was that feeling like the one you had yesterday at the time of this photo, the one where you felt like a stranger in your own skin. You loved the dress, the shoes, the jewelry you had on, but thought it would look better on anyone other than you.

In the end, you somehow brought yourself to upload it, even convincing yourself to not take it down afterwards. Little do you know, this photo is Toji’s favorite.

“I’m done!” Megumi suddenly proclaims, shifting the atmosphere. He picks up the artwork he’s been diligently working on, showing it off for you and his father to see.

“’Gumi,” you croon. His latest masterpiece is a continued version of the self-portrait of him and Toji that you saw earlier in the classroom. Only this time, there’s another figure now standing next to Megumi.

You.

You’re there holding his hand with a smile on your face, one that mirrors the lifelike version you hold now. “This is very sweet of you, ‘Gumi.” Your arm wraps around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug.

“Can’t say I’ve seen the kid this smitten before,” Toji chuckles.

“What does that mean?” Megumi asks with a puzzled expression.

“Means you really like someone,” Toji responds with a snort. “Now finish eating those pancakes you begged for before they’re cold and soggy.” Megumi shoots him a look that Toji shrugs off with sly grin.

“You’re good with kids, you know,” Toji later remarks as he’s signing the receipt for the bill.

You pause after getting Megumi zipped up into his jacket. “I think Megumi’s just a good kid in general,” you say with a boop to the child’s nose.

“He is, but I’m glad he’s able to relax around someone other than me or his babysitter.”

His words bring a few thoughts into your head that you wish to question, but you remember Suguru’s words and decide to leave it. As you’re leaving the diner together, you end up realizing one other thing.

Toji paid for everything tonight.

Again.

He didn’t so much as even let you handle tipping the waiter, foiling your plan to return one of many favors.

This kind-hearted bastard.

☆ Notes: saying it now but i've never been drunk before cause i cannot stand alcohol so i'm sorry for any inaccuracies!

tbh I had already settled on making yaga a modeling manager before I even thought about having a school moment come this chapter, so I didn’t want to go back on that but oof is it hard. This chapter specifically also had me rethinking the ages I’ve gave the kids so I had to make adjustments there for it to make sense overall in the reupload

Not only that but also remembering that with megumi’s age, this would be set in the mid 2000s but let’s pretend it’s not because I don’t really care tbh LOL. It’s just for the sake of technology and me not wanting to think too deeply about it.

#jjk #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen #toji zenin #toji x female reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #jjk au #toji x you #model!reader #megumi fushiguro #shoko ieiri #gojo satoru #geto suguru #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki

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