#messing around and stepping put of my comfort zone

[commanderwindy]

They have a situation…

I barely draw them so I decided to finally give them the attention they deserve, expect they have a little problem. Good luck with that!

[sophsbookstore]

Exchanged Glances

Charles Leclerc x hairdresser!reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡ 

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A/N: Not super edited, I wanted to get it posted before the Grand Prix!

Word count: 1,581

Normally when Charles goes back home to Monaco he has his mom cut his hair. Like clockwork he will arrive at his moms salon, say hello to the various hairdressers and then go to his moms station to get a fresh cut. Only, this time things were different. 

A couple days before he was to arrive home Charles called his mom and asked what day she was free to cut his hair, with the upcoming Monaco Grand Prix it, and with it being his home race he was more available for a haircut than ever.

After their brief greetings to one another Charles’ mom told him that she would be out of town up until the day of the race. For the first time since joining formula one his mom wouldn't be able to cut his hair for him before the Monaco Grand prix.

“Don't worry Cha, I can refer you to another hairdresser at the salon.” She offered, trying to give him another solution.

“I don't know, you've always cut my hair, no one else.” 

“Then this will be a perfect time for you to step out of your comfort zone. Don't worry I know the perfect person, she’s new, around your age and she's magic in the salon.” Trusting his mom this easies Charles' nerves slightly.

“Ok maman.” The driver sighs in defeat.

“Wonderful! When you go to the salon ask for Y/N.'' With that his mom bid him farewell, telling him when to be at the salon, not going into any more detail about this mysterious hairdresser.

Before he knew it the day had come, he was going to step out of his comfort zone and have a complete stranger touch his hair. He hoped his mom wasn't lying when she was hyping up Y/N and her skills, he didn't want to go to the paddock looking a mess.

Charles enters the salon, all the employees giving him waves and greeting him. He's known some of these people his whole life, whenever he stepped foot in the salon it was like he was being greeted by family.

“Hello Charles, what can I help you with today?” The lady at the front desk asked.

"Hello, yes, my mom told me to ask for Y/N?” The boy shrugged in confusion.

“Oh of course! I'll go get her.” The lady that once sat in front of him was now off searching for the mysterious magic woman that was going to cut his hair.

Charles felt like he was waiting for hours, the salon wasn't that big was it? Maybe it was all in his head. He stood to the side of the waiting area, too consumed with stress to sit down and relax. Before he knew it the front desk lady came back, the woman he assumed to be Y/N trailing behind her.

This is when he finally got to have a good look at her. She was beautiful, why didn't his mom tell him that they started hiring part time models at the salon. The two stood awkwardly, both taking in one another, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Y/N cleared her throat. “Hello Charles, I’m Y/N. just follow me back to my station and we’ll get started”

Charles was too dumbfounded to respond, instead the man stuttered silently before nodding and following Y/N to the back of her salon. During the short walk to her station, Charles thought of questions to ask the beautiful girl, desperately wanting to hear the sound of her voice again.

“Thanks for trusting me with your hair today, your mom told me that you don't really let anyone else cut your hair.” She giggled.

“Oh! Yeah, she's been cutting mine and my brothers hair since we were kids.”

“That's so sweet. I understand where you're coming from I don't let anyone cut my hair, only myself.'' This put Charles at ease. Knowing that she thinks the same way he does, even about something so simple as hair.

After some comfortable small talk Y/N led Charles further back into the salon, sitting the boy down in a chair before leaning him back and washing his hair. The driver seemed to melt in her touch as she ran her fingers through his hair.

When Y/N pulled her hands away to apply more product Charles felt incomplete, like he was missing a sense of stability and peace within himself. Just as soon as she removed her hands she placed them back, continuing to massage his scalp with the shampoo.

Y/N pats Charles’ shoulders signaling to him that the wash was done and that they had to make their way back to her station. Y/N led the way, Charles trailing behind the girl before taking his spot in front of her in the salon chair.

“Are you excited for the grand prix?” Y/N questions taking some of his hair between her fingers, beginning the cut

“Very. I have a good feeling and my son will be there, hopefully we secure P1 and P2.”

“You have a son? What's his name?” Y/N questions, his mom not mentioning anything about a grandson.

“Oh! My apologies he's not really my son. He's a driver on the grid that I've somewhat adopted for the race weekend so that he can claim the Monaco grand prix as his home race.” Charles looks at Y/N hoping she doesn't find what he said both weird and confusing.

“HA!” The hairdresser laughed out loud. “Well congrats to him, I hope he has a fun and successful home race as well. I'll be sure to congratulate your maman about her newly found grandson.” 

Charles sat up a little higher in the chair, “Are you coming to the race?”

“I wish I could but I have to work, don't worry though, the salon will be playing the race so everyone can watch.” Y/N stopped cutting for a moment, looking at Charles through the mirror placed in front of them before giving him a warm smile.

Y/N picked up another section of his hair, continuing to snip away leaving Charles to examine the girl through the mirror. Y/N looked up from behind him, making a quick glance at him before the pair broke eye contact, looking separate ways.

Slowly their eyes started moving back to the mirror. The scissors snapping shut as the pair hold eye contact. Charles felt the tip of his ears getting hotter, the pair both noticing one another's subtle hints of red creeping onto their faces.

“Notice anything Mr. Leclerc?” Y/N questions, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

Charles opens his mouth to speak but words don't come out.

“Don't think I haven't noticed the subtle glances, there is either something on my face and you're trying to figure out how to tell me, or something going on in this head of yours.” She turns her attention back to his hair, the haircut almost over.

“I-” he clears his throat, “I was admiring you. You're very good at what you do.”

“I deeply appreciate Charles, truly.” Y/N made her final touches to the haircut. Unbuttoning the cloth that was draped over Charles, before dusting off his shoulders of any hair. “You're all finished, let me find a mirror so you can see the back.”

Y/N walked toward an unknown part of the salon, Charles' eyes following the girl through the mirror until she came back. This is it, if he doesn't say anything now he might never see her again.

The hairdresser came back, handing Charles a small hand held mirror for him to examine the back of his head. He admired her work, impressed with her skills. Placing the mirror down on a ledge near her station he got out of his chair and turned to her.

The two stared at one another, practically chest to chest. “Will you come to the grand prix?” He asked breathlessly.

“Nothing would delight me more but I have to work.” Y/N sighed looking away for a moment before her attention was pulled back to Charles.

“If you can't come to the race can you accompany me for dinner after?” Y/N looked at Charles, her cheeks getting ever so pinker.

“Mr. Leclerc are you asking me on a date?”

“That depends, would you like to go on a date with me?” Charles asked, not missing a beat.

“Yes Charles, I would love to.” 

Charles smiled from ear to ear, desperately wanting to bounce off the walls with excitement, stopping himself before he could embarrass himself. “Then I will see you tomorrow.” He nodded in satisfaction.

“See you tomorrow Charles.” Charles walked away from the hairdresser, giving her a quick glance back before making his way back to the lady at the front desk.

“Hair looks great! What did you think of Y/N?” She asked, ringing him up so he could make his payment.

“She's fantastic, I think maman will have some competition.” The two laughed, Charles paid, giving her a quick goodbye.

As soon as he exited the salon he called his mom, updating her on his post race plans, greatly thanking her for offering Y/N to cut his hair.

[simpingforthemm]

being blair waldorf's girlfriend hc's

bullets: 43

warnings: none

summary: dating blair waldorf would include / blair waldorf dating hc's

a/n: I love blair sm and I enjoyed writing this for her! I got inspired since I'm currently watching gossip girl while sick and it's a nice series though it has a lot of drama lol. anyways enjoy!

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blair loves to boss you around but not in the "oh do this and that for me" way but more in a "no don't touch that, y/n! y/n I told you to stay by my side!" way

blair is super protective of you and she's kind of like a helicopter mom whenever the two of you are together

she holds your hand the entire time when you're out at a party, acting like you're in danger and keeps you away from alcohol at all costs

if someone messes with you, she won't hesitate to dig up some dirt about them and expose them in front of everyone

she wouldn't do it anonymously on gossip girl though, she would make sure the person harassing you would know it was her, your girlfriend, and that they should stay away from you

or else

you two have sleepovers a lot, you love doing each other's makeup, watching gilmore girls together and cuddle a lot <3

she definitely brags about you in front of her clique and serena

"while you losers are out going to this stupid party, I'm going to the theater to watch a play, with my girlfriend"

she loves to spoil you (her love language is probably gift giving or words of affirmation + physical touch)

she knows exactly what you like so it's very easy for her to buy gifts for you

probably has a list in her room somewhere of things that you hate / love / dislike / like

she knows what beauty products you like, what smell is your favorite, your favorite colour, favorite author, favorite kind of clothes, gold or silver jewelry

when the two of you are in an especially good place she'll probably come to your apartment (or your shared apartment who knows) and just yell "Honey, I went shopping!" and then just have like 10 shopping bags in the living room, full of stuff just for you

she gets pretty easily annoyed with you when she's not getting what she wants or when she's frustrated with her friends (yes, sometimes she lets it out on you)

she's always very quick to apologize, knowing that you're her sweetheart and that you only want the best for her 🩷

you are one of the only people that can help her get through her mood swings and calm her down when she feels like the whole world is crashing down on her again

when her parents got a divorce, you were right by her side, holding her hand throughout the whole thing and being more her best friend than serena ever could

christmas or any other holiday is always so amazing because she puts in a lot of effort to make them special

will do romantic festive dates with you like go to the christmas market, take a walk through the winter wonderland in central park, go to festive little parties together

you probably have a lot of traditions

like on the first day of school you both will get donuts for breakfast or when there's a ball coming up, the both of you will go shopping together

I could picture that you're not that into shopping (which blair thinks is a total embarrassment) so she will pick out a few dresses for you (since she knows what looks good on you)

she will let you choose the dress you want but will whine if you don't choose the dress she thinks is best

"but y/n!! the blue one looks so much better on you! choose that one!"

blair is very bossy and probably wears the pants in your relationship

she likes to be in control

but you make her step out of her comfort zone sometimes and "make her do crazy things", like she would call it

one time blair whined about her high heels hurting her feet and that she couldn't dance in those goddamn shoes

so the next day you took her to buy sneakers, so that she could dance properly and not be hindered by her heels (pic in the collage with the two girls in the red and blue dresses, they're wearing sneakers hehe)

"No, y/n, no! I won't be wearing this monstrosity of a shoe to a party! What if someone will see, huh?

"Come on, babe! No one will see, I promise! And if so, there's no shame in wanting to not hurt your feet and dance!"

She groans but puts on the shoes regardless

and the both of you have the best night ever, dancing until dawn

also, dorota loves you and thinks you're such a sweetheart

whenever you come over to blair's apartment, she gets really excited, asking you how you've been and telling you how "Miss Blair missed you very much"

you're also probably good friends with Serena and Chuck, since these are the people she's closest with

also you and Blair love to gossip, especially about other people

you always have some kind of drama to discuss or some person to embarrass and take down

you're sort of "partners in crime" even though she hates getting you involved in that stuff

you're probably the most iconic couple at your school and there's a lot of attention on you two because on the upper east side, there aren't a lot of lesbian couples

but you're so in love and there's nobody that could not be jealous of your jealous of your relationship

because you're literally perfect together

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[nymphia-tarot]

September Tarot [#PAC] 💋

1 ---------------------> 2 ------------------> 3

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❤️ meditate on the pics and pick whichever one calls to you the most. you might feel drawn to more than one pile, which means you may have messages in other piles for you as well! if you don't feel particularly drawn to any pile, the messages in this reading might not be intended for you. since this is a general reading, take what resonates! ❤️

💋 Pile 1:

For my dear pile 1s, this September is all about manifesting your plans and taking action after deliberating and only planning for a long time! You might be really in tune with your more fiery and active side, and your passions will be ignited to the fullest. You can do anything you put your mind to during this time. You might've been in dire financial situations and/or thrown out of balance before this coming month, and maybe you weren't thinking clearly.

This month is also a time of healing and all your worries and fears will get better. You will have a clearer head and be able to carefully plan out your goals and what's best for you. I'm also seeing that this is a time where your creative spirit will be at peak. You might come out mentally stronger and sharper than before, you won't let people mess with you and your judgement can be extremely discerning.

💋 Pile 2:

Your life might've gone through a major upheaval before this coming September. You might've had a spiritual growth arc/inner cleansing before transitioning to the next month, like shedding old baggage and maybe there was some sort of loss involved in your life prior to this. Perhaps some sort of trauma related to a parental (mostly a maternal) figure in your life. This September is all about clarity of mind and adapting to the aftermath of some inevitable upheaval/change in life. You have to make some cutthroat decisions for yourself and prioritise the more perceptive and rational side of your mind, letting go of emotions which no longer serve you in moving forward. You have to first mentally pave the way forward for yourself.

However, be warned... don't be too harsh on yourself and become overly cutthroat in order to speed up the process or else you might be burnt out sooner than you realise. You should learn to be gentle with yourself during this time or else you might be burdening yourself with pent up frustrations over time. I'm also seeing the opportunity for travel or pursuing some sort of goal in some other place (new job, new school, new city, etc).

💋 Pile 3:

Sneakiness and fake people... be warned. A lot of you guys tend to be the more nurturing and giving type. You're extremely generous emotionally and also abundant and fulfilled at the moment. Perhaps you're surrounded by love and blessings from life or others and are generally quite content with what you have. However, you may also have a tendency to create a sort of bubble or safe haven around you that you may forget to step out of because you're too used to that comfort zone. Your abundance and happiness may have attracted a lot of nasty/jealous people too.

There may be people who try to take advantage of you and/or undermine you. They might think they can take anything for you and even feel justified in doing so. Your relationship with them might be uncertain/clouded, like you find it unclear or confusing where you stand in truth. They may act like they're chill and nice in front of you or even gaslight you to try to manipulate you. Be careful to not stay too complacent in something that doesn't seem like it serves you anymore just because of a false sense of security. Ground yourself and stay firm. People may try to stab you in the back but remember that you're strong and can't let them just walk over you.

[adventuringblind]

Every Step of the Way

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Logan Sargeant x Liam Lawson

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, sick fic

Summary: With a new diagnosis, sometimes things can be confusing and scary. Oscar, Liam, and Logan do their best to help make things as easy as possible.

Warnings: Authors limited knowledge of cancer and chemotherapy

Notes: To the requester, I hope this brings you some comfort. I understand the fear of a new diagnosis. It's a difficult things to navigate.

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The appointment feels like it was years ago, yet she's still sitting in the office. The weight of the words sinking in, the new diagnosis still registering.

Cancer. The single word nobody wants to hear. It is a life changing thing that could pose to be fatal.

And right now, she feels alone. At the mercy of her own emotions. Her phone buzzing beside her, but her consciousness is too far away to notice it.

She hadn't been feeling well for some time. Oscar had suggested seeing a doctor, but she claimed allergies. She'll have to admit to him that he was right (again, as per usual).

The boys have been busy lately, off racing and traveling. She's been stuck home trying to get through all these appointments. The one time they are home, she wishes they weren't.

How is she supposed to tell them her body is trying to kill her? They have too much going on in their own lives right now to worry about her on top of it. The lovely anxiety she's been having over being a burden to her boys sets in once more.

She hates it. These dejected emotions want to escape from her via tears. Yet they don't come. They pool in her eyes instead, just on the cusp of sliding down her cheeks.

Her phone buzzes again. She looks at this time and sees the spam from Liam and Logan asking if she's been kidnapped or something. So much for not worrying them.

She drives him in silence. Only her thoughts to keep her company. The ones that tell her maybe she did something to deserve this. She thinks back to anything that could've cause this kind of karma.

She pulls into the driveway and tries to put a smile on her face as she walks through the door. "I'm home!"

Liam nearly tackles her to the floor as he scoops her up and tosses her onto the sofa. The one all three of the boys have turned into the perfect comfort spot with blankets and snacks and a movie already on the screen.

“Figured you might want some reprieve after your appointment.” Logan tosses a blanket over her.

“You don’t want to now the results?”

Oscar wraps an arm around her and tucks her close to his chest. “You were supposed to be home two hours ago. whatever it is, we can talk about it after you’ve had some time to wind down.”

She ends up falling asleep during the movie. the comforting presence of all three boys has her mind drifting off to somewhere that isn’t her own failing body.

She tries to soak up the normalcy of it all before things get worse. The voice in the back of her head is telling her that they won’t want her around when she’s too exhausted to do anything. when she starts draining their bank accounts because of all the medical bills.

The sleep she got was restless despite not waking up. They’d moved her to bed at some point. The cuddle pile and soft snores tell her it’s probably still early.

She maneuvers herself out of bed without waking the boys. A dance she’s done a thousand times before.

The glass of water is in her hands, but she doesn’t remember walking into the Kitchen. Everything is too much right now.

Her knees find the floor and the water spills everywhere. The glass shatters when she throws it in anger.

So much for not waking anyone.

Footsteps hastily make their way towards her. She can hear them whispering as they come around the corner and see the mess that she’s made.

“Love, I’m gonna come get you alright?” Strong arms wrap around her and bring her off the floor. She zones out listening to the song clatter of glass being picked up.

Back on the sofa again. The boys don’t push but she can tell they want answers. all three of them share nervous gazes.

“Cancer.”

She waits for anyone to say anything, to get angry and scream, maybe even cry. Instead she is hugged with such a gentle kind of love that she breaks. The tears don’t stop until she is dehydrated and choking.

“We’re not leaving you, alright? This diagnosis doesn’t stop us from loving you.”

The next week is torture. Getting ready for and starting chemotherapy is a nightmare.

It hurts, she’s sick, and the exhaustion makes everything worse.

But she also has people around her who love and care. They stick with her on the bad days and the worse days. they make the best out of the good days.

Oscar makes sure she sleeps, Logan makes sure she eats, and Liam tries to kidnap her when the other two get over protective.

It’s certainly a hard road. Some days are harder and she can barely function, but she’s trying.

Plus, it does help having people who love her around.

[mylovelies-docx]

Sorry, I Love You - Part 3

I think some of you were looking for this?

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: WAR, fighting, guns, anxiety

Word Count: 1,800

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Part 2

The explosion of brick and mortar behind you leaves your ears ringing. The drone strike you’d called in had saved your life, but the impact zone was a little too close for comfort. Looking around at the small pieces of debris raining down, you shrug your shoulders and can’t help but think that these pieces of rock are far more preferable than the bullets that it had been only moments ago.

You’ve bounced from place to place, helping out where you’re wanted – a few negotiations here, a few training courses there. You’ve been assisting SHIELD allies around the world for the last half of a year, hoping that the time and distance was helping Bucky get over your fuck up.

Not that you aren’t still in love with him – you knew you loved him then, and it hadn’t gone away. Even after the radio silence since you last spoke to him in the kitchen. 

You’ve been in contact with all the other Avengers since you left. Obviously you called Nat and Wanda as often as you could, and Steve every other time, and Sam when you needed someone to really talk to about situations like the one you’re in now. You’re looking forward to actually seeing everyone when you get out of this mess.

A static crackle permeates through your still ringing ears. Assuming it’s the commanding officer in charge of this mission, you give your head a little shake and a rough smack to your temple in order to clear the sound. 

When sound comes flooding back in, you press a finger to your in-ear communication device. “What was that, ma’am?”

“I said,” a distinctly male voice responds, “on your left.”

Your eyes light up at Steve’s voice in your ear. You peek over what’s left of the wall you’re hiding behind just in time to see him running full speed and leaping over your cover to land beside you. You holster your weapons and throw your arms around his wide shoulders, happy to see your friend in the flesh for the first time in what feels like forever. Steve puts one arm around you, the one holding the shield rising to deflect shots coming towards the two of you.

“‘Ma’am’!” someone laughs in your ear. “Man, that’s hilarious. It’s been so long that she’s forgotten what you sound like, Cap.”

You laugh along, happy to hear Sam’s teasing. “It hasn’t been that long, Sammy. My ears just weren’t working when he said it.”

“I obviously need to work on my timing,” Steve sighs good-naturedly. Your smile widens further when you pull away to look at his face. He smiles down at you. “It’s good to see ya, kid.”

“You too, Cap.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like we’re busy with something right now,” Sam grumbles jokingly as he flies over where you and Steve are to land on a rooftop just across the alley.

You step away from Steve completely to cup your hands up to your mouth and shout up at Sam, “It’s good to see you, too, buddy!” He bats his hand at you dismissively, taking off again as someone takes a shot at his position.

Your smile refuses to leave your face as you turn back to Steve and motion for him to follow. You dual wield your pistols and get back in the fray, Steve running at your side.You turn a corner and take down three enemies that were coming toward you, gathering ammo from their belts.

“So,” you start, “to what do I owe the pleasure, boys?”

“Do we need a reason to come see a friend?” Steve asks mock innocently.

“You do if said friend is in the middle of an active war zone.” You prop a hand on your hip to sass at Steve, pointing the other one over your shoulder and fire at the single combatant coming up behind you. They go down with a heavy thump. Steve lifts a brow.

You shrug self-assuredly, knowing that you’ve got great skills and not afraid to show it. You direct Steve further across the battlefield, making your way towards where the enemies have hunkered down.

“So?” You question again as you both settle inside a building that is miraculously still standing. “Are you going to make me ask Sam?”

“You go right ahead and ask me, baby girl,” Sam coos in your ear. You laugh delightedly and smile at Steve.

Steve sighs and shakes his head. “Let’s discuss this when we’re not about to die, alright?”

“10-4, good buddy.” You give Steve a proper salute and run away cackling, high on the feeling of having your friends with you again.

***

Hours later, you’re sitting in the medical tent, getting patched up. The nurse delicately pulls the needle and thread through the flesh of your upper arm, murmuring an apology when you flinch. You assure her not to worry, you wanted to save the numbing agent for the other soldiers that were hurt worse than you, anyway.

You look away from her kind but tired eyes when Steve and Sam part the entrance and walk into the tent. You smile up at them as they come to stand before your seated position. Sam grins and slaps an arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his side.

The nurse chides him gently, asking you to please keep still. You apologize to her and shove Sam away, laughing at his fake-hurt expression.

“So boys,” you try again. “What brings you to my temporary corner of the world?”

Steve diverts his attention away from you to address the nurse still at your side.

“How long does she need to recover, nurse?” He asks her.

“Oh, she’s fine,” the nurse replies, finished with your sutures. She turns away to pack up her kit. “It’s just a scratch.”

Turning back around to you, she says, “Just as long as you don’t lift anything too heavy. Okay, honey?”

You nod reassuringly at her and jump off the bed. “Will do, Marta. Thanks!”

Joining the boys, you slap them each on their shoulders as you pass by. “Come on, since you’re being so secretive. Let’s go to my tent.”

You journey across camp, leading Steve and Sam to the bunks you share with a couple other women. Everyone is in the mess hall having a late dinner, so you’ve all got a few minutes to speak in private.

You flop down on your cot, fluffing your pillow behind you and bringing your favorite blanket up and over your lap. You scoot your feet backwards until you can circle your arms around your knees and lean your chin on them.

“Out with it, Stevie.”

Steve sighs and takes a seat on the cot across from you, Sam sitting beside your feet.

“Before you start freaking out –” Steve says, holding his hands up in a hold on, wait a minute gesture, “Nat is fine.”

“Nat!” you exclaim, lifting your head in alarm. “What happened to Nat? Is she okay?”

“Hey, he literally just said not to freak out,” Sam interjects, elbowing you in the shins. You kick lightly at him to get him to stop.

“She’s fine,” Steve repeats. “It’s just that her mission is taking a lot longer than we had originally anticipated.”

Phew, you think to yourself. You narrow your eyes at Steve before saying, “Don’t worry me like that, dude.”

Steve rolls his eyes exasperatedly. “I told you she was fine up front.”

You cross your arms over your knees and let out a huff as you place your chin on your forearms. You decide to let Steve say what he needs to say.

“Anyway,” he continues. “That means we need help with the next mission.”

“Okay?” You respond questioningly. “You know I don’t mind coming back, it’s just…”

You glance between Steve and Sam, letting the name hang in the air between you. Sam snatches it up and speaks it into existence.

“Bucky.”

You nod your head slowly and grimace. “Yeah.”

“Look,” Sam says, “I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but that man’s been –”

Steve abruptly cuts him off. “Sam. Don’t.”

“And why the hell not?” Sam counters. “It’s not like she’s the one that screwed it up.”

You reach over and gently pat Sam on the leg, ending the argument between the two men before it can begin. “It’s alright, Sam.” You retract your hand, settling your legs into a criss-cross and worrying your fingers in your lap. You nibble on your lip before saying, “It kind of is my fault, though.”

“Bullshit,” he grumbles and crosses his arms. The material of his t-shirt stretches across his back and chest with the movement. You smile appreciatively, happy that Sam is always on your side, and rub your palm across his shoulder blades in a soothing motion. “Everything is always the Tin Man’s fault.”

“Sam,” you chide. “You can’t say things like that unless he’s here to argue with you.”

Sam harrumps and stops talking.

You finally turn back to Steve. “You know I only left to give him some space. As long as me being on this mission won’t bother him, you know I’ll do it.”

“That’s the thing…” Steve raises his hand to rub at the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes. You lift a brow, not liking the hesitation. “This is the undercover mission we were going to send you on.”

Your heart plummets in your chest hearing Steve’s words. A spark of anxiety burrows into your stomach, making you slightly nauseated. 

“Ah, that’s – uh…” You really don’t know what to say in response. Your mind spins, running through all the possible scenarios of reuniting with Bucky before he’s ready. Before you’re both ready.

Based on Bucky’s previous reactions, none of them turn out well.

You start picking at a hangnail on your finger, not meeting their eyes. Sam places his hand on your knee and squeezes gently. “Does Bucky…?” you begin.

“Ohhh yeah,” Sam chuckles, “he knows. Man, you should have seen Steve’s face when Buck asked –”

Steve’s long-suffering sigh cuts Sam off. He stands abruptly and walks the two paces to your cot, settling his hand on your shoulder and forcing you to look up into his eyes. “It’s not our place to tell you anything, Y/N. You and Buck can figure things out when we arrive back at base.”

“And when will that be?” You question, hoping beyond hope that you’ve got your dates wrong and the undercover mission isn’t actually set to begin two days from now.

“As soon as you’re packed,” Steve responds. 

He claps your shoulder and turns to grab Sam. Steve ushers him out to allow you the privacy to pack up your belongings.

Part 4

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[gepardling]

captain's mercy w/ gepard.

desc. : I needed a day to cleanse myself after writing this. Gepard takes a step out of his comfort zone, but he kind of enjoys exerting some authority over you... (wc : 2k)

tags / cw : nsfw, afab!reader, fingering, overstimulation, crying :((, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), power play (?) kind of, gepard has you entirely at his mercy (willingly), one (1) spank, choking (not really, but worth the tag)

Spontaneity was never Gepard's strong point, and he was almost painfully aware of it. When he knew something was meant to happen, he needed to have utmost control over the situation. He needed to plan it out in his head ahead of time, laying out every single possibility and its outcome so that he could decide how he would handle the situation. But when Gepard was stripped of this control, he couldn't tell left from right or up from down, and everything in his mind became one jumbled, pretty kettle of fish. So, of course, he becomes a flustered, stammering mess when you confront him in the bedroom, saying that you didn't want things to proceed as they usually do. 

You were seated above him, holding both of his hands down by the wrists. There was a mischievous glint to your eyes that Gepard didn’t like one bit. He trusted you, but sometimes your antics could be… Concerning, to say the least. He felt a lump rise in his throat involuntarily, before he willed himself to gulp it down. Just the way you were staring at him alone was making his face light up in bright red. 

“I think that,” you finally began, breaking the tense silence that clung to the air like a vice. “You…” tantalizingly slow, you trail one of your nails up his chest, eyes following the motion before coming to rest on his lips, “Should treat me a little rougher tonight.”

Gepard’s eyes widened momentarily, flickering nervously around the room. “What do you mean by that?” he asks, attempting to mask the way his voice shakes with a quick cough. Though it’s hard to deny how he feels when he’s more than sure you can feel the way his veins pulse under his skin.

A gentle smile graced your lips, momentarily breaking your facade. “I don’t want you to be gentle tonight, Geppie,” you speak softly, but Gepard heard your voice loud and clear. Almost too loud, in fact, wincing the moment those words left your lips. You can’t help but let a small giggle slip at his jumpiness. He could be so cute sometimes, especially in vulnerable moments like these.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He asks, apprehension laced in his voice. For the first time, he was able to make proper eye contact with you, and you were certain you saw a glint of endearment in those sapphire eyes of his. 

You laid your head down on his chest, drawing small circles into his side with your fingertips. Your touch was enough to ignite thousands of tiny fires underneath his skin. “I need you to have your way with me,” you reply, laughing softly at the way his heartbeat sped up at your little request. “Treat me like one of your soldiers, Gepard.” 

Oh, okay then. There goes the last bit of control he thought he had over the situation.

“How do you want me to do that?”

“You know exactly how.” Your reply was sudden, without missing a beat. You sat upright once more before slipping off of him, taking your place to his side. His gaze followed your every move tentatively, watching you like a hawk. But all you did in return was smile up at him innocently, waiting for him to make the next move. “Well?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your tone, “You’re not just going to take my insubordination, are you?”

Insubordination… Well that was one way to put it. Slowly, Gepard shifted his weight, moving himself over you. Your head was caged between his arms as he looked down at you, studying your face for a hint of emotion, anything. But the moment he decided it was safe to move his head down to kiss you, you simply rolled over onto your tummy. Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, lips pressed hotly to the shell of your ear. Every syllable sends a shiver down your spine, and there’s a certain heaviness to his tone that you can’t quite describe. The way his breath fanned the side of your face is enough to spark that little fire of desire in your core. When you simply refused to answer, instead closing your eyes and feigning sleep, Gepard could feel one of the many threads of his patience snap. Of all the places to feel like he’s doing his job, it had to be the bedroom. 

“I think I asked you a question,” he persisted, tone tinged with exasperation. Though his voice was steady, there was still a slight shake in the way his hand trailed down your lower back. It came to rest on your backside, unmoving but firm. When he pulled back, you braced yourself for the impact that never came and Gepard took notice of the way your shoulders tensed. He was never planning on hitting you in the first place, but when he turned his attention to your now-glistening cunt, he figured he knew why you reacted the way you did. 

The puzzle pieces are slowly beginning to fit together in his mind, and he starts to understand what it really is that you want him to do. He’d be damned if he didn’t try his best to deliver on your wishes, but the territory was a bit foreign to him. With a vice-like grip on your hips, he dragged them upwards and angled them down, leaving you ass up, face down on the mattress. You kept your lips pursed, waiting to see where he was going with this. 

Slowly, he pressed a palm flat against your cunt before gently trailing his fingers up and down your folds. One of them reached forwards, rubbing soft circles around your clit. Instinctively, you bucked your hips back against his hand, wanting to feel more of his touch. But Gepard pulled back instantly at your impatience, leaving you to whine weakly in protest. 

Gepard put his other hand back on your hip, tight grip holding you in place. His hand returned to your folds, slipping two fingers into your sopping cunt. You hissed at the intrusion, his cold fingers prodding around your walls in search of that one spot. When he pressed against it tentatively, your gentle sigh was telltale enough for him to continue. Gepard’s hand got to work, the rough pads of his fingers massaging your walls with every thrust. 

He quickly worked you up to your pleasure point, and soon the feeling became too much to bear. Your release coated his wrist in a sticky mess as he continues to work you open, fingers scissoring your walls with no sign of stopping. The air is filled with the melodic squelching of your cunt against his palm and your breathy squeals of pleasure, a tune that plays in sweet harmony in his mind. But he doesn’t stop at one orgasm, no, he keeps going. 

Two, three, four, you’ve lost count at this point. Your hand would’ve cramped up long ago, but Gepard’s stamina was seemingly unmatched. “P-Please,” Your voice breaks his concentration, a weak protest falling on his ears, “No more, please…” But your pleading is futile, and Gepard leaned over you to speak in your ear once more. 

“You told me to have my way with you,” He spoke, tone low and daring. “Good soldiers follow orders, isn’t that what you wanted?” It made the breath hitch in your throat as you meekly hid your face in the pillow, a vain attempt at escaping his calculating gaze. You shook your head, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried and failed to escape his hold. The weakness of your knees made you sob pathetically, and it felt like your body was betraying your every whim to escape the overwhelming feeling. 

“Too much,” you croaked, fighting back the tears that continued to well up in your eyes. You didn’t think that Gepard could be so relentless, especially after he seemed so hesitant to indulge your desires. Yet he persisted, ignoring your plea for mercy. In a final show of defiance, you pulled yourself from his grip, laying your tummy flat on the bed. Your cunt continued to throb with overstimulation, but the cramp in your knees was immediately soothed. Gepard, however, wasn’t too impressed with your disobedience. 

Though it wasn’t that hard, the sudden impact on your ass had you jolt, jittery veins of pleasure surging towards your core. “Seeing as you can’t take what’s given to you,” Gepard’s voice was cold, almost uncharacteristic of your normally-gentle lover. “You leave me no choice but to exert authority.” The clinking of his belt made your head perk up with a mix of apprehension and excitement before he pressed his hardness to your hot core. 

He put his hands on your hips, slowly dragging them back up from where they rest on the bed, before plunging his cock deep into your cunt. At this point, your mind was swimming with pleasure, choosing to embrace the way your cunt greedily sucked in his cock rather than fight against the stimulation. The first thrust made your head spin, but his pace remained slow, and you needed him deeper. "Captain," you called out airily, tilting your head back to look at him, "You can do better than that..."

The final thread of his patience snapped, and Gepard was just about done with your antics. He turned your head back to the front, before pushing it down to the pillow. "You're only to speak when spoken to," he bites back, shoving his cock deeper into your core. You could only whine pathetically at the way he stretched you open, adopting a much rougher pace. His hand trailed from your head towards your arm, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against your back.

He used his grip on your arm as leverage to piston his length in and out of your slippery cunt. The force he used made you keen, breathy gasps of pleasure mixing with the wet, vulgar sound of skin on skin. Gepard’s eyes were trained intently on the spot you two were connected, not paying much mind to the way you squirm in pleasure. When you did manage to catch his eye with a small cry of his name, he was quick to silence your pleas with a kiss, using his free hand to tilt your face towards his. 

His hand traveled down your face to rest on your neck, not pressing into the skin but rather reminding you of its presence. The feeling sent a flurry of pleasure straight to your core, causing your walls to flutter around him. He sucked in a breath, teetering close to the edge himself. The hand that wasn’t rested on your neck trailed down to your clit, rubbing fast circles around the swollen bud. The extra stimulation was all you needed to throw your body over the edge, mind tumbling into a sea of bliss. 

The spasming of your core helped Gepard reach his own high, burying himself as deep as he could before releasing his hot load. Your cunt milked him for all that he’s worth, waves of euphoria engulfing your body until all your senses went numb. Gepard helped you ride out your high, his gentle kisses to your back in stark contrast to the way he handled you earlier.

“How was that?” Gepard huffed, collapsing next to you on the soft mattress. One of his hands caressed the side of your face, gently pushing your tousled locks to the side. 

You could barely form any thoughts in your post-orgasmic haze, it was a miracle that Gepard himself still seemed composed. “Amazing…” you sighed breathily, closing your eyes to melt into his touch. “You should do that more often.” 

Gepard’s face flushed a deep red at your confession. He hadn’t gone too overboard, had he? But you seemed far too tired to discuss that right now, so maybe it would be best if he let you rest for now. After all, he was sure he’d properly overworked you this time. As you peacefully drifted off to sleep, he tenderly cleaned you up with a damp cloth before joining you in bed. He may have had his way, but his priority was always your well-being.

attempting to will the horny back into my body after retiring for 2 weeks to write my Rimworld vampire god vessel cinematic universe lore. I had to put my whole milkussy into this...

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Thunderstorm - Good Omens.

Summary: Thunderstorms had been one of your biggest fears since childhood and a big storm is on its way, but Aziraphale promises he will be with you. And a sweet surprise makes dealing with the storm much easier.

Warnings: Fear of thunderstorms (Astraphobia), Panic, anxiety, crying, angst, fluff.

Pairing: Ineffable husbands x GN!reader

Word count: 2,176.

The air was dense and suffocating as I wandered through the streets of Soho, rushing to get home as fast as possible before the rain started. Clouds above my head blackened as the minutes passed, only making my steps faster and more urgent. I half expected to see the Bentley parked outside the shop in its usual spot as home came into view but the space was empty, sadness settling in my stomach though I couldn't tell if it was the fact he wasn't there or the looming storm or maybe a mix of both.

"I'm home," I called through the shop as I shut the door with cold, shaking fingers. There didn't seem to be anyone in the shop as I glanced around before taking off my shoes and jacket, walking through to the back room to put them away and grabbing my slippers and cardigan. I hummed to myself as I picked up the fresh cup of tea that seemed to be miracled to stay hot on the side, smiling at the notion. A sigh of relief sounded through the room as I sipped it, the taste and warmth settling me down. "Where are you, Honey?" My eyes scanned the room only to come up with nothing.

"Just a moment Love," A familiar voice called, making me grin. "I'm just shelving some of the newest materials." I rolled my eyes at his antics as I held my cup with clasped hands to warm them up. A mess of white curls came into view as the Angel appeared from behind one of the shelves, books stacked up so high I couldn't see his face as he balanced them. I giggled at him, placing down my cup, grabbing a few of the books from the pile and shifting them into my own arms. "Hello, Love." The grin on his face made his blue eyes shine and I smiled back, shaking my head before pressing my lips to his gently.

"Hello, Honey, busy day?" I gestured to both piles as we carried them through into the shop.

"Yes quite, I've waited all week for these to arrive so I'm glad they have before the storm hit." His gentle voice floated through the air as he lifted the books onto a shelf behind his desk, taking the second pile from me and doing the same with them. I shivered at the mention of the storm, pulling a face at the comment.

"I'll be glad when it's over," I mumbled, grabbing my cup once more and taking another sip. The Angel smiled sympathetically and pressed a small kiss to my forehead to comfort me. The kiss made me melt slightly, calming my nerves even though the wind howled through the shop furiously.

"I'm sure it won't be too long Love," He assured me, picking up his own cup of tea from his desk.

"Where's Crowley anyway? Thought he would've been back by now."

"As did I but he rang saying to expect him back a little later, something about an errand." I nodded, humming mindlessly as I took a seat on the sofa, crossing my legs and staring at the floor. "Love? Are you alright?" My eyes flickered back up to Aziraphale's face though they felt blurred and heavy.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "I'm just a little out of it. Think it's the storm." I sighed, pursing my lips as my eyes fell back to the floor. Ever since I was a child storms had terrified me to the point of endless tears and jumpiness, unfortunately following me into adulthood. This wouldn't be the first time I'd been with Aziraphale during a storm but each time it was the same; I would zone out, becoming distant and distracted, before freaking out when the storm actually hit leaving them to look after me.

"Don't apologise, Love," He came to sit beside me, shoulder resting against mine gently. "I'll be here with you the whole time." I nodded, smiling gratefully at him, finishing my tea. My head rested against his bicep as we waited for the storm to set in, the feeling of guilt building in my stomach knowing Aziraphale would have to deal with the state I got into, especially without Crowley here to help. Minutes felt like hours as we waited and I sighed heavily, eyes peering up at the Angel.

"Azira, can you read to me please?" A pleasant smile crossed his face as he nodded softly. "Can we carry on with Alice in Wonderland?" I giggled at the grin on his face, melting into a forehead kiss before curling my knees up on the sofa with me.

It had only been minutes since he left to go and find the book, shuffling could be heard in another room when an almighty crash of thunder split through the room. A scream of terror ripped through the room as I jumped out of my skin, launching myself off the sofa and to the nearest safe space where I curled up, trembling with hands clenched over my ears and eyes wide with fright. I was so caught up in the noise of the storm and flickers of lightning that I hadn't noticed Aziraphale rush back into the room. A part of me wanted to crawl out of my space and let him take care of me but my body was frozen in place as my heart pounded. I stared as a frantic pair of feet searched the room in my usual hiding spots for a curled-up, frightened bundle but they soon came to a stop in the middle of the room when all my places had been searched.

"Y/N, I know you're scared," His voice sounded muffled as he called out into the empty room. "But I need you to show me where you are." I whimpered softly, I wanted to show him, I really did but my body was too stubborn and stiff to move, curling up tighter with each crash of thunder. By this point, tears had flowed over and flooded my cheeks leaving streaks down my face. A sob was bitten back as the walls practically vibrated with the force of the storm outside, my fists clenched around my ears in a vain attempt to keep out the noise, making the pair of feet turn towards my corner quickly. I watched with blurred vision as the socked feet shuffled over to me, crouching down to reveal a pair of concern-filled blue eyes. Though I could see his mouth moving, I couldn't hear his soothing words as he softened his voice for me, holding out a hand though it just made me flinch. The corner I had shoved myself into was under a desk in the corner, trapped in by the wall and the desk's built-in drawers so there was no room for him to slide in beside me and sit out the storm.

I couldn't tell how long it had been since the storm started, the thunder and lightning sending my senses off in all directions into disorientation but I knew that the Angel never left my sight, making sure I knew he was there if and when I needed him. He had given up trying to touch me, realising it made me flinch and shrink back more and settled for sitting in front of me with his hands in his lap, though he still spoke despite me not hearing him. I knew it calmed him to know where I was and that I was safe as well as he knew it calmed me to hear his voice and see him. A cold wind blew through the room for a moment, leaving Aziraphale no choice but to leave me, mouthing that he would be back quickly, disappearing into the front of the shop.

As soon as he left the room, the walls seemed to darken, casting shadows across the walls with each flash of lightning and tremble of thunder. My silent sobs soon escalated into louder ones as the darkness seemed to fold around me which caught the attention of Azira and the guest. My eyes widened a little more when Aziraphale's socked feet entered the room with a pair of black booted feet just behind him. The two knelt down and this time Crowley's snake eyes appeared as well as the Angel's. Their gazes softened as I fought for my breath from crying, trying to ignore the way my body shuddered with each sob. The demon held out a hand to me but just like with the angel, I flinched and he drew back quickly, looking concerned and slightly offended. It wasn't because I didn't want them near me, the noises and sights of the storm were already overloading my senses and I didn't think I could take much more stimulation. I bit my lip, trying to clear my vision as Crowley stood back up and knelt by a large bag on the sofa before I let my eyes flicker to the white-haired Angel.

I could see his lips forming words like 'Come on' And 'You're safe with us Love' and slowly but surely my body seemed to decide it wanted out of the corner and into the warmth of that safety. Inch by inch, with shuddering breaths and trembling hands I moved towards him until I was just out from under the desk. With one last burst of energy, I threw myself into his arms, burying my face in his waistcoat and covering my ears once more, letting his own arms wrap around me. The hum of his speaking could be felt through his chest as the Angel and the Demon conversed between themselves. Soon after I was lifted and carried to the sofa where the Angel sat me on his lap, still curled up, and Crowley sat in front of me with his hands reaching to remove my hands from my ears. I let him rest his slender fingers over my own and gently pull my hands down, holding them in his own and hushing me softly when I jumped at the thunder.

"Hello Darling," He spoke, resting his forehead against mine "I ran an errand because I found something that could help with storms. Do you want to have a look?" I nodded slowly, squeezing his fingers as he let go of my hands and hauled the bag up onto his lap. I gazed up at Aziraphale who smiled encouragingly and nodded towards the bag, giving me permission to open it and take a look. Shaking hands didn't stop me from having a look and a fresh wave of tears came to my eyes at what was inside.

A charcoal grey weighted blanket was folded inside, brand new and looking incredibly soft. I had never thought about getting one, they weren't cheap things to buy and I wasn't sure if I would like it in case it overwhelmed me but the Demon had taken extra care to purchase one that he thought would be perfect and I would never want to upset him by turning it down. I watched in awe and appreciation as he pulled it from the bag and unfolded it, almost effortlessly though I knew it was heavy, I assumed it was a demon perk if anything.

"We wanted to see if you'd try this when it's stormy or you're having a rough day Love," Aziraphale muttered into my hair. "It might help you to settle and block other things out for a while." I nodded but I was worried this meant they wouldn't stay and help me in a storm but I shook the thought away.

"Would you like to try it?" I nodded eagerly, looking at the Angel to see if he wanted me to slide off his lap but he kept me clutched to his chest just like before. Relaxing back into him, I smiled softly as the Demon draped the blanket over me, making sure to keep the weight evened out.

Instantly, the blanket melded into the curves of my body and the Angel's, serving as a cocoon. The feelings of panic were still there but had dulled down as the weight kept me comfortable and grounded in Azira's arms, making me relax into him, laying my head against his shoulder with a small sigh of relief. Though the storm still raged on outside, the feeling of my gift really did drown out the sounds and sights as I hid my face in Aziraphale's neck with a small yawn.

"How does it feel Darling?" My eyes flickered to meet Crowley's and I gave him a drowsy grin. He took this as approval for the gift and chuckled before sliding off his shoes transforming into his snake form on the sofa, sliding up to us and pooling his body against my chest. The storm's noise still made me flinch but nowhere near as much as it did before the blanket. I couldn't help the immense feelings of gratitude that flooded my body as we sat out the storm.

[isaaaxqii]

cookies with a side of feels ·˚ ༘ - megumi

summary : in which megumi greets you with cookies at the front door of your dorm as his heart aches to tell you how he feels truly.

** : sfw, fluff

note : i love megumi sm🤍🤍

< 8.34am >

knock knock.

nobara and itadori stood at a distance, watching megumi, who was was holding a container with cookies in it, knock on your door nervously. their friend was never that experienced with love, knowing that he was always preoccupied with training. however, ever since he met you, he found you intriguing. the way you fought, cared about others before yourself, and offered any sort of help to others seemed to have him develop a small crush on you. you were also a smart individual who doesn’t get swayed by lies and manipulation easily, knowing how to assess your surroundings before acting.

“make sure to leave a small gap at the door! we want to know what’s happening inside!” megumi hears itadori say before he nods his head in annoyance.

“who’s at the door on a free day…” you muttered, rubbing your eyes as you go to open your front door. you see megumi’s figure, holding a container. you felt slightly embarrassed that he had to see you in a state of mess after you woke up. but whenever you were around him, you can’t help but feel a sense of comfort as well. your embarrassment quickly washed away.

“megumi! what brings you here? wanna come inside?” you greeted, making way for him to enter. he enters quietly, taking his shoes off before closing the door behind him halfway.

both of you sat on the couch in a comfortable silence before he speaks up, handing the container filled with cookies to you.

“there are some cookies in here. nobara, itadori and i made them for you.”

you accepted them gratefully, a wide smile forming on your face.

“thank you so much! but what’s the occasion?” you asked, confused at the sudden gift.

megumi doesn’t know how to put his feelings into words. he’s never confessed to anyone before. he recalled what nobara told him, and started to form out a small confession script in his brain, before spilling his heart out.

“megumi?” you called, seeing him zone out.

“y/n i… ever since i met you, you have never failed to help those in need, and train yourself to be the very best. that means a lot to me. and one time, when i was in danger on field, the way you immediately stepped in to defend me without hesitation made me feel something. and from that day on, i swear to protect you.”

“megumi, what are you saying?”

“i’m saying, i like you, y/n. but if you can’t return my feelings, that’s fine as well. i just want you to be aware of them.”

your eyes widened at his speech. you never expected megumi to have feelings for you, knowing that he was always so focused on trainings. your face grew hotter and redder, and megumi could see that. he laughed at the sight of you.

he thought, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚.

“megumi i’m sorry but..”

he swallows his saliva.

“i like you too.”

he felt confused. so why did you say sorry?

you giggled at the sight of his confused face. your plan to tease him worked. he caught on quickly, knowing your true intentions.

“y/n, i almost got a heart attack. please don’t do that…”

you hugged him as an apology, your hands around his neck as you comb through his hair. his face grew red before he slowly settled into your touch, his hands wrapping around your waist. he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, holding you tight.

click.

both of you simultaneously turned your heads to the pair standing outside, their phone cameras facing towards the both of you.

shit. megumi forgot those two were spying on him.

“itadori, kugisaki…?” you muttered, now being the confused one.

“congrats you lovebirds! leaving the both of us single..” nobara sighed before you let out a small laugh.

“itadori, kugisaki! don’t send that picture anywhere!” megumi warned, but before he could finish, itadori hit send.

your phone received a notification in the group with the year 1 and 2 sorcerers, as well as gojo. you picked up your phone from the coffee table and opened up the chat to see a picture of you and megumi hugging. the chat started to fill up with many messages, with many asking if the both of you were together, and gojo teasing the both of you.

what a hectic but heartwarming morning.

hope y’all liked this one 🤍

[sopiao]

Price teaching his civilian!wife!reader how to slow dance for a wedding their attending.

He’d be so patient with you. Always being so understanding and sweetly corrective whenever you mess up or accidentally step on his foot.

“Ugh! This is too hard” You sigh, groaning out of frustration when you mess up again. Covering your eyes with your hands, face growing red from embarrassment and irritation. Your husband chuckled, wrapping his arms around you from behind, trying to comfort his wife.

“Do we have to dance?” You rest the back of your head on top of his chest and looked up at him. He just came back from work so he was still in his work clothes, black slacks, navy button up with the first few buttons popped open, and the sleeves rolled up, despite it being rather late.

“Of course, we do, Love. It’s my sister’s wedding. She said all of the couples have to dance” Price smiled down at you. As much as he didn’t wanna dance either, it was his sister’s wedding, doing as she requested was the last he could do.

“One last try?” He asked, an idea popping in his head. Something new and a better method to try and teach his little wife. You sigh and turn around to face him, as he uses the TV remote to unpause the music.

John didn’t wanna overwhelm his wife too much, already being uneasy with the thought of having to dance, so he put on a slow song that they both enjoyed. That’s Life by Frank Sinatra. It resonated through the living room in a calming way, fitting perfectly with the low lights and crackling warm fire in the fireplace.

“Last time” You hum, your husband holding you close once again. Already exhausted but willing to try one last time for him. Price lovingly holds your hand in his, he rests his large, scared, hand on your waist. As you rest your other hand on his chest.

As Frank Sinatra’s smooth singing voice rings and fills the house you can’t help the soft smile you have for your husband. He’s been so patient with you and always calms you down and reassures you with every mistake you make. He looks so handsome even when his work clothes is messy and his hair is now relaxed with a couple strands fallen on his face.

“How ‘bout we try something different?” John asks, the warm light of the fire on his face makes him even more dreamy to you. You hum in response, slightly raising your eyebrows in curiosity.

“Stand on my feet. It’ll help you get more familiar with it” He proposed, making you roll your eyes.

“That’s what little girls do with their dads”

“Just do it” You sigh sharply. Might as well give it a try. Price is still in his leather work shoes. You stand on his feet with mismatched socks, feeling embarrassed with how inexperienced you are in dancing, you’re not that worried whether your weight is too much for him since your husband is more than capable.

He takes the lead swaying the two of you side to side, and every so often taking little spins and turns. At this point your not even paying attention to anything but your husband. It feels so surreal and lucid to be living this kind of life.

A sweet and caring husband, who comes home to you in a large and old school house. Dancing with him in your living room, soft vintage music playing in the background, the soft, warm blaze of the fireplace keeping the two of you warm from the soft falling snow outside of the window.

“Y’know we can just do this instead of actually dancing?” John spoke up, pulling you from your zoned out headspace, making you snap back to attention.

“Yeah, right” You roll your eyes once again, hating the fact that you don’t really know how to slow dance. It added more to the insecurity that your younger than him. You knew it’d create more jabs and jokes about them being father and daughter instead of husband and wife.

It wasn’t that big of an age gap, probably 6-7 years, maybe it was kinda big but not that crazy kind. Many didn’t approve of this relationship, all but your side of the family, they always made passive comments and jokes about you. Something that never shot you down, no matter what they said or whispered it didn’t matter ever get to you, and if it did, you had Price to comfort you.

In the end you did end up standing on his feet for the dance. It did make you feel embarrassed, but your husbands warm smile of adoration towards you made you forget about it. When you looked up at him, seeing that same soft and welcoming grin, it made you relax and completely forget about everything, brining you back to the late night dance practice he gave you, only to end up standing on his expensive leather dress shoes. Resting your head on his chest, staring at the beautiful and graceful decorations and scenery of your sister-in-laws wedding.

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Come As You Are

[contortionist!jimin x reader; taehyung x reader] [2k+ smut, yandere, ‼️ strong language and dark themes]

Enter if you dare, but beware of the man who bends over backward to blur the line between his delusion and reality.

A/N: This will be a two-part fic. I was listening to FACE all day, and when Face-off played, this idea just popped up, and well, here we are. Happy reading!

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You enter the carnival, giggling and vibrating with excitement beside Taehyung. Despite the faded and worn-out tents propped on the field, you're still welcomed with warm bright lights and cheery chatters. The dry summer air was masked with the aroma of savory butter popcorn and sweet cotton candies. You pull at your friend's arm toward the hypnotizing swirling pastels.

"You want one?"

You excitedly nod at him and he laughs. "Get me the Strawberry one, please." Your hands still clung to his arm, stealing all the warmth as the evening approached with its cooler air.

You glance around the area, and your heart swells. It's been a while since you've visited a carnival. All around, you see pastel-painted rides spin and hear fortune tellers yell with promises of glimpses into the future and barkers inviting everyone to enter their booth.

Looking around the merriment, you get pulled and transfixed to a tent decored with big, bold letters, the word "Come As You Are" spelled out in neon yellow lights. Unlike the other tents, there seemed to be fewer people in line. With an inexplicable curiosity, you feel drawn to the tent—your senses zone in on the dark entrance. Your right foot steps forward and your hands detach from your friend's arms.

"Here." A bright pink bear-shaped cotton candy is thrust in front of you, breaking you out of what seems to be a trance. Landing back to your senses, you grin at Taehyung, followed by a kiss on his cheek as thanks.

"Hey, we should check what's in there," your finger points to where the neon light glimmers.

Taehyung hums, neck craning to look at the shabby tent. "Doesn't look much fun," he pouts. "Let's get on all the rides first, then come back to it before heading home."

With your mouth busy with the soft treat, you only nod in reply. Oblivious to the eyes following you as you walk further away from him with another man.

-

You and Taehyung arrive at your floor, and with a harsh push, the exit door opens. A loud bang resonates in the dim hallway and you break out in laughter with the man carrying you. You will definitely get another warning from the front desk for being too noisy. But fuck it. You're happy.

With his broad hands spread on the back of your thighs, Taehyung still carries you on his back as he walks toward your door. A playful grin on his face and an even more playful banter spilled from his mouth.

"Okay, you can put me down here," you giggle and untangle your legs from his waist. You rummage through your bag for your keys, fingers anxiously fumbling through the mess of coins and tissues over time.

"Shit," you grunt in frustration, followed by another curse. "Did I drop my keys? Tae, could you check the stairs, please." You crouch and pour out the contents of your bag. Still, no keys were in sight.

"What would you do without me?" You look up at a nonchalant Taehyung leaning on your door, a copy of your key in his hand. Your mouth parts in shock.

"You couldn't have told me you kept a copy of my key before I made a mess here!" You playfully glare at the man above you as he opens your door. You aggressively pick up your stuff on the smelly carpeted floor with huffs and your fingers make contact with a textured paper with concentric circles. Thinking nothing of it, you shove the paper back inside your bag along with receipts.

Finally entering the comforts of your home, you remember how full your heart has been since tonight. You gaze at the man standing in the middle of your kitchen. If you weren't too smitten with him, you would have beaten his ass for eating all of your snacks, just like old times.

Oh, the old times.

"Why are you just standing there?" Taehyung asks, keeping you from reminiscing what once was.

You sneer at him before plopping to the couch. Your mind wanders to the carnival, suddenly remembering you missed stopping by the tent you saw earlier. A sliver of relief fought its way inside you, and you couldn't understand why. Puzzled by your sudden emotion, you decide not to ponder on it and rather focus on the playing scene on the screen. Leave it to your friend to choose a film to wrap up the night. Of course, he would play a horror film.

Taehyung sits beside you a minute later, and you bask in his presence—using each jump scare and booming sound as a reason to move closer to Taehyung's arms, allowing his arms to engulf you.

A graphic sex scene pops up on the screen, and you straighten up. You weren't a prude, but having Taehyung beside you as the scene gets more lewd each second—slapping skins and pornographic moans play on the speaker, the tension in the room thickens. Your bodies are now centimeters apart on the couch, the gap filled with unspoken desires that hang heavy in the air.

From your peripheral view, you see Taehyung move uncomfortably. Following his movements, you catch his hand move to his crotch and adjust himself.

Oh, god.

Did he just? Is he?

Your thoughts run wild, wandering to the forbidden locked ideas you keep buried in your mind. Suddenly, you feel hot, and the room feels hotter. Kicking off the draped blanket over your legs, you belatedly realize you were wearing a skimpy skirt.

Taehyung's eyes follow the movement and snort. Without letting a full minute pass, his hands land on your thigh, caressing upwards to cup your cunt. "Tae," you warn, and yet the word comes out in a sultry tone as if encouraging him to do more.

Because truth be told, you do want more.

He closes the space between you with a searing kiss, tongue pushing past your closed lips. The movie playing on the screen is long forgotten, as his finger on your cunt demands your full attention.

With every shared breath and tender peck at your lips is Taehyung's whispered confession; each dainty finger he gently pushes past your folds is his unspoken desire.

And all you can do is respond in the same language.

You pull at Taehyung's waistband to shove your other hand and grab his cock. Taking his grunt as a response, your hands go lower to fondle his balls. "Wanna taste you," you drool, and your mouth remains open, already ready and anticipating to swallow your friend's dick.

But Taehyung shakes his head, his thumb smudging the lipstick that remained on your lips. "Not today," he breathes. "Today, you give me your pussy." He pulls you by the waist and mounts you on his lap. You lift your skirt higher and unbutton your blouse, freeing your tits. "Fucking hello." His hands were quick to abandon your hips to cup your breasts.

Taking control, you stroke Taehyung to get him fully erect before eagerly sinking down on him. His hands pause from playing with your tits to throw his head back and thrust his cock, bottoming out.

You both let a minute pass—just feeling each other. Eyes glisten with unsaid words that will never leave your mouth. Instead, Taehyung thrusts upwards as you meet him halfway. The intense slamming of your thighs harmonizes with the pornographic noise you and Taehyung make.

While anyone would say you're both exaggerating or perhaps putting on a show for the other, that wasn't the case. You would gladly confess how Taehyung's cock splits your pussy open in the most toe-curling, gratifying, pleasurable way. And Taehyung would say the same about your tight cunt. Or perhaps, it's the longing and deep love you have that intensifies the sex.

Either way, you always managed to fulfill each other, bringing the other to a euphoric bliss and always sealing it with a sloppy kiss.

Your bodies remain tangled under the blankets; you soon feel the exhaustion catch up to you, and with Taehyung's comforting scent circling you, your eyes flutter. Your beauty sleep beckons you to give in.

Yet, in the hazy transition between staying awake and dreaming, the fine line where you are rendered susceptible, a sudden thought creeps into your consciousness, insisting to be acted upon.

"We should go back to the carnival tomorrow," you murmur. Your friend beside you remains tranquil. Even Taehyung himself isn't immune to the oncoming sleep. And so, he only hums in agreement, his chest vibrating through your cheek.

"He's waiting for me," you mumble.

No one but the night air hearing you.

As you both fall deeper into slumber and the movie credits roll, you remain unaware of the man loitering outside your building—waiting and hating every second that ticked by without you in his arms.

"I'll see you soon, love," he whispers back into the night.

-

Your weekdays pass in a blur. It was like you were puppeteered with how clueless you were on how your week went by. You only feel grounded and yourself again when you receive a text from Taehyung confirming tonight's plan to head to the carnival.

Giddy like a school girl seeing her crush, you rushed to leave your office as the clock hit five. The fair opened at 7pm, which meant you had, at most, an hour to freshen up. You briefly questioned yourself on the sudden need to doll up, not knowing where this feeling came from. Sure, you were attracted to Taehyung, but you never felt the need to do something other than be yourself.

Holding yourself back from overthinking. You ready for the night ahead. You wouldn't normally wear white on a night out to the fair, being that it was impractical with all the mess you could bump into, but your hands mindlessly pulled out a blouse as white as a wedding veil from your closet.

-

"We're going to the booth you wanted to go in first," Taehyung shows you the ticket in his hands as he leads you both toward the entrance. The bright "Come As You Are" flickers, and you shudder as you feel a chill run down your spine.

"Are you cold?" Not waiting for a reply, Taehyung sheds his jacket and hangs it around your shoulders. You enter the tent, and the chill doubles, and yet there is a welcoming aura that seems to greet you. You properly wear Taehyung's jacket and zip it up and the owner of the clothing smugly smiles at you.

You're holding hands as you make your way to your chairs. And as soon as you're seated, the show immediately starts, as if it only waited for you to settle.

The curtains part to reveal a stage illuminated with a spotlight. You look around the audience and a sinister vibe washes over you. Everyone was still and hushed. Something felt off. Your nerves tingle in unease, and your gut tells you to leave. Moving closer to Taehyung to whisper in his ear, a fanfare booms in the speakers, startling you both.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome our very own Mr Fantastic, Jimin!

The contortionist emerged, his lithe form moving nimbly across the platform, each movement an eerie dance of his contorted body. But you weren’t drawn to his impressive acrobatics like everyone was. Instead, your eyes were locked with his—dark and piercing. It was like you were both in a chilling embrace in your own way. His gaze dares you to look away, but he knows you can't.

Eyes on me, love.

As Jimin bends and twists his body into impossible shapes, his purple suit stretches beautifully around his limbs, and his gaze remains fixated on you. Unwavering and intense. You were hypnotized. It felt like Jimin was reaching out to you with his own language. 

Focus on me.

Soon enough, the audience breaks into loud applause that echoes through the tent. You break free of his gaze and look at Taehyung. Your friend holds amusement and awe in his eyes, clapping earnestly along with the audience. Amidst the cheers, you hear a hushed voice,

“Come to me now.”

You flinch at the sound. It was so soft and so near, it felt like the person next to you whispered in your ear. You look around, and when you turn towards the stage, you see Jimin already staring at you. Smirking.

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[prismuffin]

Gotta Tim Drake comfort ask, OwO.

So Tim still is really new to dating, I fell like he would be constantly overthinking his actions. "Am I not close enough to them?" "Should I hold their hand? Is it too late to hold their hand?" "Am I not affectionate enough? Wait... what is the normal pace of steps in dating????" Not to mention it's ingrained into his skull that not having the upperhand in every situation will get you killed.

So how would Tim feel with having a patient and caring male/masculine partner?

So, what if him and his boyfriend are messing around, (making out and holding each other close.), at Tim's desk.

While making out, his boyfriend is between his legs, and having his hands gripping on to Tim's belt. Tim is really into it, getting all the hickies/attention and being able to relax and not needing to be psychoanalysing anything. However, at somepoint his training decides to make an appearance, his brain pointing out that he is at a disadvantage and if needed too would not be able to escape.

Tim's a little frustrated with his brain, trying to reassure his own brain that he doesn't need to worry about that. He's not in danger. Then, he realizes that he zoned out in thought, when zoning back in, he feels his boyfriend's hand going into his pants. Him not expecting it, his brain goes full fight or flight, telling his boyfriend to stop/ wait. While, trying not to have a panic attack.

Which, his boyfriend does getting out from between his legs and helps Tim calm down. Once, he's calmed down, his boyfriend makes him his favorite coffee and they cuddle in Tim's room under the covers his favorite music in the background. Just reassuring Tim, that he's not disappointed, or upset that they had to stop. And that Tim feeling safe and comfortable is much more important.

- Emoboy

ohhhh my god that was such a cute ask! I relate bad bro I overthink every little thing at the worst moments. Anyways I think that-

Tim has already fallen for you but you being patient with his silly little pre-trained brain probably makes him fall harder. Honestly, you didn't even get pissy at him when he wanted to stop doing something that was going to be so intimate and pleasureful, you just stopped like he asked and immediately calmed him down. He loves that you are able to put your emotions aside to help him when he needs it, it's a HUGE green flag in his eyes. Though he still feels bad that his brain can make even his caring boyfriend an antagonist sometimes, all you have to do is reassure him that it's alright and that you understand. He's gone through years of training so it's not gonna just go away, hell, it'd be more concerning if none of it stuck at all.

All in all, every time you show your caring, patient side he falls even deeper in love with you.

———

Directory

[modelbus]

number 27 for Tommyinnit x reader? I feel like it’d be cute and uncoordinated and a lot of bumping into each other idk I love it tho ☺️

I couldn’t suffer the second hand embarrassment of normal dancing so I wrote it as slow dancing…

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Flufftober 27 - Follow The Rhythm

"I think we should dance." You say, tilting your head to look at your boyfriend. Tommy sighs in response, not giving you an answer.

Weddings always make you a romantic. Something about seeing people you cared about so happy, so in love, just lit you up. It certainly helped that Tommy was in a suit that made it so you couldn't take your eyes off him. In your defense, he hadn't taken his eyes or hands off you either.

Innocent touches, like his hand around yours, fingers intertwined. Or the way it is right now with his arm around your waist. You had to tell him off for nearly messing up your hair already, taking one of his favorites off the table.

"Look at how cute it is." You insist again.

"We wouldn't be that coordinated," Tommy informs you, grinning. "We'd probably kill each other on accident."

"True. But it'd be funny."

"Is it worth it though?"

"And it'd make me happy." You add on.

His arm slips from around your waist, standing up. He doesn't offer you his hand so much as takes your hand without waiting, tugging you to the back edge of the dance floor. "You owe me. I'm picking the movie for the next four nights."

"As long as it isn't the same movie all four nights." You raise your eyebrows, knowing him and his tricks.

"Deal. Now what?"

"Now we dance, dumbass." You laugh, looping your arms around his neck. He stands there awkwardly for a moment, glancing around, before putting his hands gently on your waist. "Sway." You instruct.

"I'm swaying, I'm swaying!"

It's a simple side-to-side motion, yet somehow he still manages to bump his shoulder into yours. And you somehow manage to step on his foot despite barely moving your feet. It's a mess, and you're smiling so brightly that it hurts.

"Are we meant to be, like, moving and shit?" He asks, studying the closest people.

"Tom, do you honestly think we can handle taking steps?"

"...on second thought, swaying is great. I love swaying. Going to marry swaying."

"You can't, you're already married to the grind." You remind him. He rewards you with a laugh.

"How can I forget my one true love? You're second, don't worry."

"Oh, I was very worried, but now all my fears are gone."

After a moment, Tommy looks down at you. "Can I spin you? Like those people in the cheesy stupid movies?"

"I'd love that."

You take one of his hands, and he lifts it up, slowly helping you spin. It's more of you awkwardly shuffling in a circle (narrowly avoiding stepping on him again, might you add) before returning to swaying, but he smiles like he just won a million dollars from Mr. Beast.

At first, you sway in opposite directions, then you both correct and still sway oppositely, and finally you sigh and let him tug you along with his movements. Dancing definitely isn't for you two, at least not without some practice.

And yet, you couldn't help but feel warm inside as you stared up at him.

"See, it's not too bad." You can't help but say, fixing the collar of his shirt.

"And thank fuck we aren't doing more than swaying."

He leans down, kissing you quickly, then pulls away as the song ends. "Let's go eat their cupcakes."

"Cupcakes it is." You laugh.

Eating cupcakes is definitely more within your guys' comfort zone.

[cas-backwards-tie]

Chapter One: Assembly Required

The Missing Title

Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader

Summary: Enlisted to help a friend with a crisis you once specialized in, you find yourself in a foreign country getting ready for a mission in which the details you're unaware of. Reunited with a good friend, you follow his unhinged partner as you all prepare to stop more harm from being released onto the world.

Words: 5k

Warnings: Cursing, Illegal Activities, Terrorists, Politics, Bombs, Assassinations, Criminals, Secrets,

A/N: So I watched the series this summer, and while I hadn't anticipated to get hooked onto anything, a surprise appearance from Zemo had me falling in love with his character and now I'm writing this series and it'll just evolve forward into a story I've been daydreaming up these past few months. Also thank you to @imamotherfuckingstar-lord for hyping me up and encouraging me to step out of my comfort zone with the future topics of this story.

“Whatever, we just need to get inside,” Bucky dismisses Sam’s introduction to you. Truly, it’s a reintroduction, since you’d met him once or twice before, even if it was really only in passing.

From all the stories you’ve heard, you’re sure his attention was elsewhere, so you aren’t too dissuade by his stiff attitude. Sam offers you an annoyed glance in hopes that you, too, are either amused or off-put by the ex-assassin’s dour aura. With an alacrity you'd rarely seen in the past few years, his partner opens the auto shop's door and heads inside.

"What're you talking about, you wanna break Zemo outta jail?" Sam asks the man, clearly more perturbed by the incurring situation you'd stumbled into upon your good friend, Torres’, request. "Where the hell are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?" Following both the men with the little light their flashlights emit, you listen, unsure what exactly the job Joaquin sent you to help out on entails.

"We have no leads, no moves, nothing-" Bucky answers, but Sam cuts him off.

"-Except the one I just called in, yeah. What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars," Sam argues. Rounding the shelves of oil, dirtied gloves, tools, and mechanical parts, you try and watch your step. Albeit the darkness makes it harder than necessary to find your way without stumbling. Burner phone dug out of your pocket, you shine its faint light around your surroundings.

"And we also have eight super soldiers that are loose," Bucky reasons, his light casting downward as Sam shines it on him stepping over a rig. Despite not knowing James well, you know most people call him 'Bucky', and you know it's probably best not to interfere with the two men considering you're aware of Sam's indulgence when it comes to arguing. Hell, him and Joaquin could bicker for the rest of time. The thought elicits an amused eye roll on your behalf.

"Look, Zemo's gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours, no offense," Sam rebuttals, following suit as he steps over the rig. Suddenly his light is held still and there's a loud click before overhead lights come on all around you guys, lighting up what you can now see is a garage. Granted, the outside did have a sign indicating it was an auto-shop, you never know if it’s just a cover.

"Offense," Bucky comments, laying his flashlight aside on top one of the movable shelving carts. "Super soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code." Lips parting in thought, you're about to speak up when Sam beats you to it.

"Yeah, and I've been on the wrong side of that code, Buck, and so have you. He blew up the UN, he killed King T'chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that?" Eyeing his partner with a ludicrous look in his eyes, he quickly finishes his train of thought. "You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It's a rhetorical question- they didn't. I know why this matters to you, but come on, it's pushing you off the deep end."

Despite your abhorrence for bickering, there was admittedly not much you could contribute to the conversation. Though the name ‘Zemo’ sounds familiar, you can’t pinpoint its origin. Tucking your burner phone into your back pocket, you place your hands on your hips in waiting. A big breath puffs out your cheeks as you pray they come to some sort of conclusion sooner than later.

"Sam, we don't know how they're gettin' the serum. We don't even know how many of them there are. Look, let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?" Though the topic is concerning, Bucky’s phrasing and search of consent elicit an amused smile.

"What did you do?" Sam asks accusingly, like the man’s already committed some sort of crime.

"I didn't do anything. The weakest point in a system isn't the software, or the hardware, it's the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it's nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond-“ Bucky starts to explain.

“-So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment?" Sam questions.

"-Who knows? There could be many reasons. But the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated with all those bodies flying around left and right, it wouldn't be hard to slip down a hallway or two. And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated, someone could use the chaos to their advantage." With his thorough knowledge of the protocols, it’s clear Bucky has a plan.

"I don't like how casual you're bein' about this. This is unnatural. Are you... and- where are we, man?!" Sam comes back to reality, demanding an answer as hypotheticals really won’t do much for whatever super soldier problem is going on. In the distance the metallic sound of a hinge squeaking and a click of a lock signals a door’s been opened.

Eyes flitting to its source, the three of you watch in anticipation as a blurry figure approaches, its shadow cast upon the hanging plastic curtains of the auto shop. Lifting a section of said curtain, a police officer or guard of some sort enters. Considering the lack of people around, you assume he’s here to arrest you all for trespassing. Vision shifting to the men in hopes they have a better plan than you, the two of them surprisingly don’t move.

“WHOA, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa- what’re you doin’ here?!” Sam yells, clearly upset by the man’s presence.

“No, listen. Look, I didn't wanna tell you cause I knew you wouldn't let this happen. Okay?" Bucky says calmly, a confusing juxtaposition for you, to say the least.

"What did you do?!" Sam turns his attention to Bucky.

“Nothing, according to him,” you quip. Gears turning within your mind, you’re starting to wonder if this is that ‘Zemo’ character they were just talking about. The former Winter Soldier aims a glare at you momentarily before refocusing on Sam.

“We need him,” Bucky asserts.

"You're going back to prison!" Sam declares, focus and pointer finger now targeting the dressed up guard.

"If I may,” the man speaks, lifting a finger to weigh in the conversation.

"No!" Both Sam and Bucky simultaneously yell, their similarity amusing if it weren’t a serious situation. If this is that ‘Zemo’ guy they were talking about who’s in prison… then clearly they’re in trouble.

"Apologies,” the mystery man’s accented voice elicits your attention which shifts over to him. Eyeing him up and down, you feel like he looks familiar in a strange way, but your memory is failing you in this moment. As his eyes turn in your direction, yours dart back to the two men closest to you.

"When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me. I'm asking you to do it again,” Bucky’s words elicit slight paranoia and anger within you. Torres didn’t mention the help you’d be giving was illegal. While you’d technically broken the law before, it’s not something you were ever hoping to do again. If something goes wrong… you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to get out of this, and going to jail is not an option. Hopefully Torres could work something out if worse comes to worst.

"I really think I'm invaluable,” mystery man speaks up again. While you’re distracted by the notion of mentally planning next steps, the comment elicits a mildly amused smirk from you.

"Shut up,” Sam commands the guard-dressed man. He spares a glance in your direction, tacitly seeking affirmation, which he’s granted. “Okay. If we do this, you don't make a move without our permission.” Sam directs the latter of his sentence toward the accented man, to which he subtly shrugs.

"Fair,” he comments, holding the black cap between his hands in front of him. It reads ‘JUSTIZ’ in white big bold capital letters across the front.

"Okay, Zemo. Where do we start?" Sam inquires, handing the reins--temporarily, knowing Sam--over to the man in uniform.

“Woah, woah! He’s the guy? The one you were talking about- the UN Bomber?!” You exclaim, hands thrown out in front of you as you gauge the two familiar men.

Sam sighs, running a hand over his face. “Why do you think we made such a big deal out of it?”

“The one and only,” Zemo—as you now know—responds all too calmly for your preference. Though what were you expecting, really? The man who supposedly (if you remember correctly) broke up the Avengers, according to the news.

“Correction: you made a big deal,” Bucky retorts, a disgruntled look sent in Sam’s direction.

“Nevertheless, first I need to grab a few items,” Zemo states, turning and walking back behind the plastic curtain in the direction he’d come from. Though the two man-children behind you begin to bicker again, you follow the criminal behind the curtain. This attracts their attention as they follow, intent on watching Zemo and making sure he doesn’t escape.

Opposite where he’d come in there’s another door. Pushing it open, you walk through; a few feet ahead Zemo confidently walks toward a black sedan-style car that looks like something out of an old Hollywood movie. “Woah,” you whisper, taking in all the little details of what’s clearly more a showroom than a garage.

“So our first move is grand theft auto?" Sam asks sarcastically, you assume based off his tone. Approaching a yellow-colored convertible car of the same antique classiness you slowly reach out and run your hand along the smooth metal, taking in the intricate detaling.

"These are mine. Collected by family over the generations,” Zemo informs, opening the trunk of the black car nearest the door you all had entered through. Though you can see him stashing equipment into a duffel bag in your peripheral vision, you follow Bucky and Sam suit as you marvel over the opulent vintage automobiles.

"I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum-" Zemo explains. Information cataloging in your mind, your heartrate accelerates slightly as your vision shifts between the men in hopes of gauging their mentality. As the known terrorist approaches the vehicle you'd just been examining, you feel yourself stiffen slightly. Surely if he'd wanted me dead he'd have killed me already, right? As he opens the right-side back door and rummages inside, it seems as though everyone's attention has returned to the one speaking. "-Because once it's out there, someone can create an army of people like the Avengers." Slow and deliberate with his word choice, you can tell that there may not be any secrets left unsaid. As the man's intense brown eyes shift over toward you, and then Bucky, your jaw clenches, and you swallow.

Uprighting himself, he continues. "I ended the Winter soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished." With this revelation, relief washes over you and your tension ebbs again. At least it seems, for now, that you're not on his list. Crossing your arms over your chest, you refocus on the information Zemo's relaying. "To do this we'll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes." While the terrorist walks off toward the other side of the garage, you turn and follow his figure.

"Join the party, we've already started," Sam comments, seemingly trying to piece together whatever plan Zemo is forming. Walking after him, you try to keep up considering the man seems to be taking lead.

"First stop is a woman named Selby--mid-level fence I still have a line on--from there, we climb," Zemo explains. While an eyebrow quirks in confusion at the term 'fence' you don't verbally question it. It's obvious whoever he's talking about is some kind of 'in' and while Joaquin hadn't taught you everything he knows, you can still follow along with enough context to understand what they're talking about.

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It'd been easy enough to get to the airport as it wasn't far, only about a twenty-minute ride in a taxi. While the men attempted to ascertain a location from Zemo, the criminal had been reluctant to indulge them, simply profiting a 'you'll know soon enough.' to keep them satisfied.

"So how was the flight here?" Sam inquires, finally turning his attention to you as the past half hour has been hectic. Sitting between Sam and Zemo, you try not to let the awkwardness of the whole situation get to you. Up front, an old man drives the taxi while Bucky had insisted on the passenger's seat. The ex-Winter Soldier stares out the windshield, yet something tells you he's eavesdropping, which you wouldn't put past anyone in this vehicle, honestly.

"It was fine. Short enough, though the constant 'we're here, now we're here, no, we're here- was somewhat annoying. Like, I just kept having to reroute and figure out how the hell I was gonna get to you when you guys couldn't keep still for even a second!" This elicits a laugh from your friend on the left, and you can't help but smile for the first time since you'd arrived.

"Kind of hard to do when you've got an agent on your ass," Sam comments, an amused smile on his lips as he leaves room for you to continue.

"Oh God, who is it this time?" Palming your face, you know that this mission is dangerous, yet you haven't been involved in this world for a while, and considering the subject matter, it's rather crucial you help them out.

"The new shield," Sam explains. He gives you a tight-lipped disapproving smile, nodding in understandance of your reaction. Eyebrows raised and lips parting in shock, you shouldn't be surprised, yet you are.

"That's why Joaquin warned me," a hum escapes your lips, "makes sense. Can't say I'm a fan, granted I don't know him."

"You don't need to know him to know he's doing something despicable," Bucky comments from the front, not bothering to even spare a glance in anyone's direction.

"Hey now-" Sam goes to start something, yet you interrupt him with a dissatisfied noise.

"So we know that whoever their supplier is, they've gotta have a lab. A professional one, one big enough to be producing the-" you glance at the driver in the rearview mirror, "stuff, and once we know where we're going I can start looking into a lead. Sound good?"

The distraction seemed to work for now as both your acquaintances respond in some form. Bucky nods up front, the two of you momentarily making eye contact in the side mirror.

"Yeah," Sam answers, arms crossing over his chest as he sits back in the seat. Luckily, the airport is already approaching in the distance.

Upon arrival all the doors are thrown open and the men evacuate the vehicle. Zemo lingers at the door as he holds it open. Unaware of the implication, you instinctively slide out on your left, following your old friend, Sam. "How much do we owe him?" You ask. As Bucky begins speaking with the driver and Sam dismisses you with a wave of his hand, you follow Zemo as he walks toward the airport's runway.

The infamous 'Avengers' follow you two suit, the both of them adorned with sunglasses, even if it's not the brightest out today. Readjusting your duffel bag on your shoulder, you aren't entirely sure what Zemo's plan is here.

"So all this time you've been rich?" Sam asks incredulously, and it's then that you realize the private jet the group of you are approaching is for you. Steps falling behind, your lips part in shock and surprise. Bucky notices your change in pace and offers a look back in your direction, a quirked brow. Small legs quickening their pace once again to catch up to the tall men, you contain your awe.

"I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country," Zemo answers. Another revelation, another piece of information you hadn't known and hadn't anticipated. While the man may be an international terrorist and criminal, you hadn't paid the case too much attention as it was going on considering you were going through your own set of problems within your work field during that time.

"A Baron?" You echo Zemo's answer as you outwardly process this information. Though you're by no means stupid, the title is something you're not the most familiar with.

"Yes, the thirteenth, to be exact," Zemo responds, offering a look back in your direction before returning his attention to the man awaiting your group at the steps of the private jet. The puzzle only grows as Zemo greets the older gentleman in a language you don't understand. With extended arms, the well-dressed gentleman takes the Baron into his arms. Kisses placed on either cheek, you find the custom familiar. Smiles on both the men's faces, you feel taken aback. Mind reeling, you only find your curiosity toward this criminal growing. "Please," Zemo encourages you all to follow him up the steps.

Sam mumbles something to the older gentleman, and Bucky doesn't acknowledge him as he gestures with his hand for you to go up first. The older gentleman begins to take your bag off your shoulder, but your hand is quick to find its way atop his. "It's okay, I've got it. Thank you."

"Are you sure, Miss?" The elderly man asks in English. With a nod, he releases the strap of your bag and offers a polite smile. Following Sam up the steps, the other two men follow suit.

With help from the taller men to stuff your bag in one of the compartments toward the back of the jet, you find the only open seat is the one across from Zemo. It shouldn't be a surprise, despite Sam and Bucky's marriage-like bickering relationship, they're friends, teammates, and are more fond of one another than you'd guess they are of Zemo.

Before you know it, the jet is taking off and you're in the air for the second time today. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced," the Baron extends a hand in your direction, eyes roaming your face as you do the same, taking one another in.

With a quick look toward Sam, you're sure the worry in your eyes shows. Just as the Baron is about to sit back and retract his hand, you envelop his hand with your own, much smaller one. A firm shake between you two, you aren't sure what Zemo will make of your past, but surely he'll find out at some point.

"It's fine," Sam says your name, catching your attention. Even if the reassurance is small, you trust him.

With a divulgence of your full name, you offer Zemo a polite smile. "I take it you and Sam are friends? Former partners, I assume?" he questions, his head tilting slightly as he gauges both your, and Sam's reaction. The latter coughs, suddenly turning his attention out the window. You take that as your cue to answer.

"We've worked together once or twice, but... really yes, we're more friends than anything. One of his coworkers and friends is like a brother to me."

"Apologies if that's a little warm, the fridge is out-" the elderly man from earlier hands Zemo a glass of champagne, "-but I will see if there is some good food in the galley," he informs the Baron. From his attire, you've realized in the short time between boarding and taking off that the man is Zemo's butler.

Accepting the flute, the Baron responds in a language that sounds akin to Russian, you'd guess. The butler laughs, "Oh, it's good to have you back, Sir." Although you're not sure why, a small smile graces your features as you watch the butler turn to leave, though he suddenly turns back. "Can I get you anything, Miss?"

With a look between the butler and Zemo, who simply repeats his earlier indulgence of 'please', you shake your head, only to furrow your brows, rethinking. "Actually, water maybe, if you can, please?"

"Of course, Miss." The butler offers a polite smile and nod before turning to retreat into the galley toward the front.

"A friend of yours?" You question, turning back to face Zemo. Swallowing the sip of champagne he'd taken, he nods.

"Something like that," he responds with a look you can only attribute to playfulness in his eyes. "Can I ask how you've wound up on this exploit alongside us?"

Eyes shifting toward the windows beside your seats, you feel your heart beating a little faster under his gaze Zemo stares intently at you. Unwavering attention, he simply sips his drink as he waits for an answer.

"I, um... used to work for the CIA in their R and D department," you admit, swallowing the thick feeling in your throat as you contemplate explaining the whole truth.

"Which is how you met Torres," Sam comments with a smile, swiveling in his chair as he engages in the conversation.

"Yeah," you respond, meeting Sam's gaze. "though none of us knew what they were doing at first, we were just hired as scientists to test and develop certain biological elements. Our friend--" you turn your attention back to Zemo, hoping to clarify, "--Joaquin, the one who's like a brother to me, he wasn't a scientist, but we came into contact a few times and considering we grew up together we ended up in similar fields: the government."

"And how you met Sam," Zemo assumes, to an exactly correct truth.

"Yes, eventually."

"So you worked in Eugenics?" Zemo dares to ask, blatantly. Though you hadn't been expecting the boldness, you aren't surprised by the question. It was reasonable.

"In some ways... yes, though we thought at the time we were only doing it for the benefit of the people's health. Eradicating diseases, testing possible solutions and seeing how they affected the gene code," you explain. "Things... changed, toward the end, toward the snap..." trailing off, it's clear to everyone that there's a story there.

Not interested in divulging your secrets and past traumas, you don't indulge the following silence. While Sam may know a few select details of what occurred in the R and D department, he doesn't know the whole truth of what happened to your unit. Only what their cover-up was.

"You don't know what it's like to be locked in a cell," Zemo comments, his thoughts obviously having drifted from the conversation. "Oh, that's right- you do." Turning his attention to Sam, he offers him a grimace along with false cheers, sipping his warm champagne.

"Why don't you tell us about where we're going?" Sam pressures, swiftly changing topics as he doesn't wish to go down memory lane, and certainly doesn't want to entertain anymore thought of your previous life, nor the onslaught of questions, ethics, and morals he knows Zemo would cave to if he had you alone.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes with a wave of his hand before flipping another page in the small book he'd produced from his jacket a few moments ago. "I was just fascinated by this," the Baron comments. Eyeing the front of the book, you don't speak German, however, you can recognize it. 'Das Offene Nein In Der Liebe' reads the title, though you don't recognize any words besides 'nein', meaning 'no', and 'der' which you're pretty sure means 'the'. Curious as to why Zemo is suddenly avoiding Sam's questioning under the guise of reading, your eyebrows furrow.

"I don't know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?" Zemo asks. In a sudden movement that makes you yelp and jump, Bucky has his gloved hand wrapped around Zemo's throat. Wide-eyed, you stare in shock and fear as you aren't sure what to do.

"If you touch that again, I'll kill you," the ex-Winter Soldier whispers, eyes filled with anger as he threatens the Baron. The thief quickly nods and Bucky retracts his hand, sitting back in his seat. Letting a big breath slowly filter through your lips, you try not to let the situation unsettle you. After all, from the fleeting moments you've been acquainted, Bucky's always been a wild card.

"I'm sorry," Zemo apologizes again, to your surprise. While you don't know either of the two men well, you hadn't heard them to be quite as... dramatic, as they've been the last hour. Still gathering yourself, you try not to meet anyone's gaze as your eyes travel to the flute Zemo still somehow holds in his grip. "I understand that list of names. People you've wronged as the Winter Soldier."

Your association with the man brought up, you let your gaze flit over to him, Bucky's face somewhat stoic on the outside, yet the faint view of his eyes from your position lets you see that Zemo's not wrong.

"Don't push it," the man warns, and you can't help but offer Bucky a sympathetic smile. While you don't know too much of his story or personal life, you've heard about how he's been through more than anyone could ever imagine.

"I've seen that book-" Sam speaks up, and you have no doubt he's trying to lessen the tension between the four of you. "It was Steve's when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man- he wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What'd you think?" Sam asks, turning the conversation into something more causerie.

"I like Fortie's music, so..." Bucky responds, finally shifting his attention back to Sam as opposed to staring out the window like he'd been doing for most of the conversation since take off.

"You didn't like it?" Sam asks, obviously offended in some way. Clearly his taste seems to differ from Bucky. Steve, though, was a different man. You hadn't known him personally, though you've heard all the stories everyone did growing up and during the time he was alive.

"Fortie's music is great, so- can't say I blame you," you agree, taking Bucky's side. Is it really taking sides if you're just stating your opinion, though? Sam clearly seems to think contrarily as he gives you a glare before turning his pressuring and quizzical look on Bucky.

"I liked it," Bucky states.

"It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive," Zemo pipes up, gesticulating with his hands to emphasize, "it captures the African-American experience." While you're personally not familiar with whatever movie, song, book, or album they're talking about, you can't help but find yourself biting back a smile. Sam's concerned look only adds to your amusement as he shifts his attention back and forth between the two men.

"He's outta line, but he's right. It's great! Everybody loves Marvin Gaye," Sam argues, finally turning an eye on you in question, "right?"

"I like Marvin Gaye," Bucky agrees.

"I... can't say I know Marvin Gaye," you admit embarassedly as your eyes turn toward your lap for a moment.

"Steve adored Marvin Gaye. Wait- what do you mean you don't know Marvin Gaye?! Everybody knows Marvin Gaye!" Sam argues, starting to go off about how Joaquin had to have shown you and how he'll correct that, that is, until Zemo speaks up again.

"You must've really looked up to Steve. But I realized something when I met him--"

"You met him?" The words leave your mouth before you cringe, palm coming up to your face as you remember. You hadn't been involved, but you'd seen the news. You knew what happened with Zemo. "Sorry! Sorry, I-" No one addresses your misstep, as you're sure they all know, or suspect, that it wasn't really your personal business anyways, even if the entire world knew what happened to some degree or another.

"The danger with people like him--America's super soldiers--is that we put them on pedestals," Zemo continues, reciting his line of thought on the subject as he ignores what you'd said, thankfully, and blows right past it.

"Watch your step, Zemo," Sam warns, obviously defensive over one of his closest friends.

"They become symbols, icons... and then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die, movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?" Dark eyes turning on Bucky, Zemo clearly is bringing up what happened, what? Almost... nine, ten years ago? Silently counting on your fingers in your seat, you conclude: nine years. It's been nine years since Ultron rose and attempted to overthrow the world. Nines years since the Battle of Sokovia happened. Yes, it's all coming back now.

Zemo. Baron Zemo, royalty of Sokovia, right? There'd been something in the papers, something about how his family had tragically died and that was the reason he blew up the United Nations headquarters. That's what he's talking about. Tuning back in to the conversation, you follow his line of thought.

"As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull?" Zemo shakes his head, and you can't help but do the same. "That is why we're going to Madripoor."

"What's up with Madripoor? You guys talk about it like it's Skull Island," Sam interjects, Zemo must have said something about it when you were zoned out.

"It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary in the 1800s," Bucky explains.

"It's kept its lawless ways, but we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves." The Baron turns his attention on Bucky, "James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone..." with no outward reaction, he turns to you and then Sam. "You two will have a part to play as well."

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[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 11

The cold and fresh air of the sea felt like heaven. (Y/N) sighed in delight, while she automatically snuggled closer into Katakuri's chest. Feeling his strong arms wrapped around her small form to carry her bridal style, let her feel safe and secure. And that was exactly, what she needed now, after this nightmare and she was relieved and more than happy, that he accepted her closeness without a problem. It was so out of character of him, acting so gentle and made her butterflies in her stomach jump of joy.

Stepping onto his ship, he reached his office and put her on a bed. Grabbing a blanket he covered her body in silence. (Y/N) could see his pained and angered expression, because of her wounds. Hesitating first, but deciding to give it a try, she slowly grabbed his balled fist to calm his nerves. His look met her smiling one, which let his anger towards these bandits raise.

"Katakuri… It's okay… I am here now and safe.", she spoke in this lovingly tone, he longed to hear ever so often.

"Yeah now, but you could have been dead, raped or who knows what they planned to do with you. And I wasn't there. The whole time I wasn't there, while my wife had to suffer so much. As your husband I should have been there to stop them..it took me so long, too long to get you.", he spoke annoyed and avoid (Y/N) 's surprised look. She wasn't prepared to get so much words out of him, but it made it much easier to understand him.

" The whole time he was worried sick about me… In a way I feel ashamed that I doubted that he would safe me.. ", she thought and smiled weakly.

"But you came and that's what counts. And the other thing. Nothing happened, they didn't touch me in that way. Or better I didn't let them..", the image of her abuser let her shiver slightly, not to be unnoticed by her husband.

"and what do you call that?", he spoke ice cold and pulled up her blanket to show her bruised body. Biting her lip she fell silent again and just wanted to forget this horrible experience. Grabbing the blanket from his hands, she covered her body and laid down to rest. Katakuri cursed under his breath to sound too rough. Sadly he watched (Y/N) turning away from him and thought about what to do.

"Katakuri… You know, it still hurts how you treated me.. ", she whispered and could feel tears in her eyes again. He knew that he messed up badly and an apology alone wouldn't fix it in the slightest. Sighing he looked up to the ceiling and collected his thoughts.

" What is she doing to me… She always gets me out of my comfort zone. Pushing me over the line.", he thought and watched her beautiful form lovingly. Katakuri worked really hard to keep his image of being the loyal, brave general of the big mom pirates. He was admired by his siblings and townsfolk to always know an answer, to always win and protect everyone. He hid his worries and insecurities behind his scarf and locked his feelings away to focus on his duties and others. But (Y/N) turned his world up side down. There was someone now caring for him. And for the first time he didn't know what to do.

"The day I asked you to come with me to the tea party was one of the happiest days of my life and at the same time the hardest for me. ", he spoke uneasy. (Y/N) listened surprised and snuggled deeper into his leather jacket, which she still had around her body.

"I wanted to show you that I care for you. That I am grateful for your hard work of baking doughnuts everyday. Good they are amazing…", he sighed in delight and forgot for a moment that he wasn't alone. Flustered of her sweet chuckling he coughed to get back to his speaking.

" But then I realized how others look at you. How quickly they want to have your attention and push you to do things you don't want.", he explained angered and thought back to the grabbing bastard of sweet city.

"nobody is allowed to touch what is mine.", he blurted out in anger and stopped embarrassed. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and she dared to look at him, while blushing madly as well.

"Go on..", she stuttered and smiled.

"Yeah.. Sorry.. I was so angry… So full of hatred and after Pudding left with you I had to give them a lesson. That' s how I do things. Since I was a child. And in the middle of punishment, out of all people you entered the scene. I didn't want that you see this sight of me. Your look alone how scared you were because of me…it hurt too. ", he spoke and let her gasp of shock. Quickly hiding back into her safe vest she felt her heart race. Never did she believe that she hurted his feelings too. A man like him, which she thought was too tough to even smile.

"Katakuri you got it wrong. I was shocked of the mass of blood. Of the way they had to die. I felt regret, that I was standing at this shop window, because if I didn't they wouldn't have been killed.", she stunned him with her words.

"You are always so kind hearted, even to bad people….bad people like me… ", he thought bitterly.

"Yeah at first I was unsure of what kind of man you are and that made me scared. Your tall and strong gaze gave me goosebumps. But at whole cake chataeu I wasn't scared of you of how you looked. It was your uncontrolled temper. The way you shout at me, without giving me a chance..believe it or not. I knew deep inside that you wouldn't hurt me physically ever since you gave me your room. On the other side after your acting and your mother's offer to punish me, I wasn't sure anymore what is going to happen. I know how loyal you are.. Nevertheless I still believe that you wouldn't hurt me.", she told him and felt relieved to finally speak freely to him. Katakuri was surprised about her words. He looked like a terrifying killer. His clothes were full of blood and still she wasn't afraid of him? .

" Emotionally I got you good… ", he added and got a heavy sigh as answer.

"and as cherry on the top, Pudding brought you late to the party and into more trouble than before.", he spoke and couldn't believe it himself how messed up this day was.

"I feared that Mama would take your lifespan. And being close to her in the middle of her hunger pangs is the most stupid thing you had done. There was a reason why I brought you out of the danger zone. I couldn't focus on you at that time. I had to look after my siblings and what Mama was doing.", he sighed deeply and knew what she would say now.

" I wanted to help you."

There it was. He pinched his nose exhausted.

" It was too dangerous and you should know how strong I am. You don't have to help me (Y/N). I wanted to protect you and you got yourself and others who were focused on you in danger. ", he explained seriously. (Y/N) 's eyes widened of his words. She didn't see it in that way. He was right. With her reckless act someone could have been hurt, because of her.

" I am sorry… I was worried about you. And I felt responsible for mentioning the doughnuts."

"You don't have to. Normally we have from all desserts two extras hidden, but Anana ate them. God knows why she had such an appetite at that day. The head cook would have made some. Only some time later..", he spoke shortly and (Y/N) nodded deep in thought. Turning to his side their eyes met and no one spoke a word. Silence engulfed them for a moment, but (Y/N) knew she had to get to that point where he broke her heart.

" Did you mean it? As you shouted down at me that I am below you… That I have to shut my mouth and obey? Is it that what you want? I am that shameful to you? ", she asked, while he avoided her sad gaze ashamed.

"I know I escalated…"

"Escelated ? You even broke my table."

"I know. I have to add it was an old one."

"You made me feel like I am not worth of being your wife or worth being anything at all. That you hate me.."

"I know (Y/N)…. I know…", he cut her off.

"I…i don't think any of these things I had said. It was out of anger towards your stubbornness to not listen to me and that I couldn't protect you. I was worried about you. The whole time I was worried….I.. I am glad that you are my wife… ", he spoke nervously. She watched Katakuri in silence to let his words sink in. Crossing his arms and looking emotionless like always he observed her form with an intense gaze.

"I understand…", (Y/N) finally spoke and turned to her back to watch the ceiling.

"What do you mean by that?", Katakuri asked worried that she maybe would give up on him or avoiding him from now on. He even was embarrassing himself.

"I will listen to you more and most of all trust you more from now on. I am sorry that I made you feel this way. I should believe in you more…I accept your apology. "

Katakuri's eyes widened of her words.

"But.."

Nervous he was met with her serious gaze, which gave him goosebumps of excitement. He found this look quite attractive.

"Promise me that you will trust me too and that we work on speaking more together. You could only trust someone close.", she spoke and gave him a shy look.

"I often tried to make a step and become friends with you and get to know you more, but it was really hard. I know it's difficult for us. We didn't know each other and got married, but I think we could get along well. We just need time.. Wouldn't it work better, if we work together more? And If I do anything wrong, just speak to me…explain what I have to do to fit into your family…..", she added and Katakuri nodded surprised that she still wanted to get along with his mother, even if she was like that. It showed him that she cares for him and his family, which gave him a sweet warmth inside his chest. For him it was the most important thing that she fitted into his life. And that meant getting along with his mother and siblings. On the other side, it hurted to be called a friend, but after everything that happened he was grateful that (Y/N) gave him another chance. She was his wife and he had to gain her trust and love, if he really wanted her heart. And hell he wanted to, with everything he got.  (Y/N) also didn't want to push her luck. She was happy to get that far with Katakuri. To start from the beginning would be better than getting too far.

"I will (Y/N)."

"no shouting. I mean speak."

"Yeah I got it right…", he chuckled for the first time and surprised her.

"You should laugh more often. It's nice…", she spoke and got Katakuri speechless. Thank God he wore his scarf, because the heat in his cheeks made him a red tomato. Seeing his embarrassed state she quickly changed the topic to help him out.

" How much time passed since I left?" she asked, while snuggling into his leather vest again. Blushing slightly of her sweet act, Katakuri got up to get some medical supplies from his desk.

"2 days…"

Nodding exhausted she closed her eyes for a moment to ease the starting pain in her body.

"What did your mother say? I wasn't allowed to ever leave your place.. She must be furious… " It gave her goosebumps to think how angry she must be for what happened.

"she doesn't know…", he grumbled stressed, looking for some bandages. Surprised she opened her eyes to look at him. "and her doughnuts? She must be suspicious by now why I didn't deliver them."

Sighing he got to her side again and laid the bandages beside him. "Oven helped me out and delivered the doughnuts you had made before they got you. So don't worry. Everything is fine.", he explained and looked up to his wife, who just nodded relieved.

"Thank god I finished them before..", she sighed in relief.

"Thank you for mine too… I got your message. Honestly I didn't think you would ever make me doughnuts ever again…", he whispered nervously.

Flustered she gave him a smile. "I couldn't resist…", she spoke exhausted and her eyes closed. It was really a hard day.

"(Y/N)?"

Watching her sleeping form cuddled up in his vest, he wished to just lay beside her. Slowly he brushed some strainds of hair out of her face and admired her beautiful face. Still he couldn't believe that he was married with her. And still he was fighting with his inner self how to ever be able to touch her the way he wished. He liked their talk a lot. He was able to speak freely without any worries. Something he never did with someone. He always showed others his strict and loyal side to not disappoint his family. With her, everything was different. He was different. He was showing his true self.

Pulling her blanket off slowly, he took a wet cloth and hesitated. Blushing madly he realized what he was gonna to do. "(Y/N)?", he stuttered nervously and looked if she would awaken, but nothing happened. His gaze wandered from her slender legs to her delicate hips and chest, which were luckily covered by her torned dress and his jacket.

"Okay… Just the legs..", he stuttered and softly he cleaned her skin from the dirt to treat her wounds.

"katakuri…", she whimpered in her sleep, a nightmare was starting to haunt her mind. Brushing her cheek he tried to calm her down. "I am here… I protect you (Y/N)..", he whispered and realized how much he loved saying those words to her and how much he loved to touch her. This sensation he felt inside was a feeling of pure joy. Greater than ever doughnut. Sighing in delight, she breathed normally again.

"Master Katakuri? We are back and have the fruit you ordered us to get. ", a servant's voice appeared by his door and let him stop in his tracks. Getting up and taking the rare fruit, he smiled relieved.

"Good. Now we head back."

"Where you belong (Y/N)"

[shenrickyz]

the hikari charm (.◜◡◝)

hikari just always seems to have this spell that draws people in, and jeno has become a victim of such hex | timestamp; pre-istj (2023) | wc: 0.6k

hikari is just too alluring.

it feels like every day jeno learns a new little thing about him. he's known hikari for a good, what is it, ten years now? and he still can't believe just how much hikari manages to surprise him— he guesses that the pianist still has many more tricks up his sleeve.

"don't you think it's too late for this?"

"it's never too late for jewelry".

that night, jeno was plagued by sleeplessness, and his feet had immediately taken him to hikari's room (yeah "his feet"— he is not good at coming up with excuses), where he found the older awake, messing with the jewelry charms he kept in a box in his room.

hikari being awake in the middle of the night was pretty regular, though you could never notice it with the way he always looked so lively in the morning, but he was the only person up in the dorm, so jeno decided he'd just stay in his room with him instead of sitting outside.

there was always something so comforting about hikari's room, though a small space he seemed to be able to fit everything into it, including many books, vinyl records, paintings, posters, and somehow, a whole piano too?

it's just so cozy, every single item in the room quite literally screams hikari, and jeno has no idea how to explain those words.

"who taught you how to do this?" jeno asks, listening to hikari him as he finishes up the bracelet he had been creating even before jeno had walked into his room.

"xuwicha" he replies, finally turning around after what seemed like forever. he steps forward, gaze focused on the others arm. "give me your wrist".

jeno doesn't say anything about the surprisingly sudden demand, just chuckles and complies. hikari gives the smallest of smiles, taking jeno's wrist in his hand as he puts on the bracelet for him. jeno is about to tell him that he can totally do it himself, but hikari already closes it around his wrist before he can even open his mouth.

"there you go" hikari nods, happy with his creation. "now you get to wear it forever".

"forever?" jeno questions, snickering as he raises an eyebrow. he drops his arms down to his sides, and he relaxes himself, not knowing why he was tense before whilst hikari was holding his arm.

"i mean— i made it for you" hikari whispers, glancing up at jeno momentarily before glancing back at his desk. "now you have to wear it forever, or else i'll get you".

the playful threat gets another laugh out of jeno, who pretty much gets distracted because of how he's admiring him.

hikari is pretty, so pretty, jeno can't even begin to explain it. he can never understand why hikari is overlooked, or why he ever regards himself as being "not that spectacular", because the word spectacular is the perfect one for him. he always feels himself just slip into a trance whenever he stares at hikari, too focused on his pretty features to even realize that he's zoning out.

hikari (luckily) doesn't register his gaze, too focused on clearing out his desk. "are you hungry?" he suddenly asks, finally looking back at jeno. "i can make you something".

jeno shakes his head, somehow rendered speechless. hikari blinks for a moment, fingers ghosting over the keys of his piano. "no.. i'm fine" he quickly says, hikari just narrows his eyes, but he just shrugs, not picking up on the suspiciousness in jeno's voice.

"are you making these for everyone else?"

"the bracelets.. uh, i don't know, you were the first person on my mind, so i just made you one!"

surprisingly, those words make jeno feel special, he doesn't know why, though. it's not like jeno wouldn't want hikari to do such a nice gesture for the other members, it's more of how he was the first person that hikari decided to make a bracelet for, he feels a small soar of victory in his chest as he thinks about it.

but the feelings don't really register in jeno's mind, he's much too busy admiring hikari.