#what hair serum should i use

[wellness-4-life]

Serum Benefits: How Anti Hairfall Serum Promotes Hair Growth

Serum Benefits: How Anti Hairfall Serum Promotes Hair Growth

Hair serums have revolutionized the hair care industry, offering solutions to countless hair problems from frizz to hair loss. Among these, anti hairfall serum stands out for its remarkable ability to promote hair growth and improve hair health. In this blog, we’ll explore the benefits of hair serums, particularly those targeting hair loss, and provide insights on how to apply serum for hair effectively. 

What Does Hair Serum Do? 

A hair serum is a liquid-based treatment designed to coat the hair’s surface, offering protection and nourishment. Here’s a closer look at what hair serum does: 

Reduces Frizz:

A hair serum for frizzy hair smooths out the hair cuticles, reducing frizz and making hair more manageable. 

Adds Shine:

By coating the hair, serums add a healthy, shiny appearance. 

Protects from Damage:

Hair serums protect hair from environmental damage, heat styling, and UV rays. 

Promotes Growth:

Specialized serums, such as a hair serum for hair growth, nourish the scalp and follicles to promote healthier, fuller hair. 

How to Apply Serum for Hair? 

Knowing how to apply hair serum is crucial for achieving the best results. Here’s a step-by-step guide: 

Start with Clean Hair:

Apply the serum to freshly washed, damp hair. 

Dispense the Right Amount:

Depending on hair length and thickness, use 1-2 pumps of serum. 

Distribute Evenly:

Rub the serum between your palms and apply it to the mid-lengths and ends of your hair. Avoid the scalp unless using a scalp serum for hair growth. 

Comb Through:

Use a wide-tooth comb to evenly distribute the serum. 

Style as Usual:

Proceed with your usual styling routine. 

Benefits of Anti Hairfall Serum 

An anti hairfall serum offers numerous benefits, particularly for those experiencing hair loss or thinning. Here are some key advantages: 

Strengthens Hair:

These serums contain ingredients that strengthen hair strands, reducing breakage and fall. 

Nourishes Scalp:

A scalp serum for hair growth provides essential nutrients to the scalp, creating a healthy environment for hair growth. 

Promotes Thickness:

Using the best serum for hair growth and thickness can lead to visibly thicker and fuller hair over time. 

Hair Loss Serum 

A hair loss serum targets the root causes of hair fall, such as weak follicles and poor scalp health. By strengthening the hair at the root, these serums can significantly reduce hair loss. 

Hair Thickening Serum 

For those looking to add volume and body to their hair, a hair thickening serum is the ideal solution. These serums plump up each strand, giving the appearance of thicker, fuller hair. 

Scalp Serum Benefits 

Understanding scalp serum benefits is crucial for anyone looking to improve their hair growth. These serums focus on improving scalp health, which is essential for robust hair growth. Benefits include: 

Hydration:

Scalp serums keep the scalp hydrated, preventing dryness and flakiness. 

Nourishment:

They provide vital nutrients to the scalp and follicles, promoting healthy hair growth. 

Stimulation:

Ingredients in scalp serums can stimulate blood flow to the scalp, encouraging hair growth. 

When to Use Hair Serum 

Knowing when to use hair serum can maximize its benefits. Here are the best times to apply hair serum: 

After Washing:

Apply to damp hair post-wash to lock in moisture. 

Before Styling:

Use before heat styling to protect against damage. 

As Needed:

Apply whenever your hair feels dry or frizzy for an instant boost of hydration and smoothness. 

What Hair Serum Should I Use? 

Choosing the right serum depends on your specific hair needs. Here are some recommendations: 

For Hair Growth:

Opt for a hair serum for hair growth. 

For Frizz Control:

A hair serum for frizzy hair will smooth and tame your hair. 

For Daily Use:

Select a lightweight daily use hair serum that won’t weigh your hair down. 

Conclusion 

Hair serums, especially anti hairfall serums, offer a multitude of benefits from reducing hair loss to promoting hair growth and thickness. By understanding how to apply serum for hair and knowing when to use hair serum, you can incorporate these potent products into your daily skincare routine effectively. Whether you’re aiming for long hair, strong hair, or simply looking to maintain healthy hair, the right hair serum can make all the difference. So, choose the serum that best meets your needs and enjoy the transformation in your hair health and appearance. 

[wendichester]

˙✧˖° 🫧 ⋆｡˚ skincare,

summary. your skincare time is also dean's time.

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 569.

The soft hum of water running in the sink was the only sound in the dimly lit bathroom. Dean leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching as you went through your nightly skincare routine. His gaze wasn’t casual—it never was when it came to you.

He’d seen you do a million things—reading, working out, cooking—but this? This intrigued him the most. No matter how tired you were, no matter how long or rough the day had been, you never skipped it. Even after hours tangled up in bed together, your skin glowing with the aftermath of love, you’d still pad into the bathroom, tie your hair back, and start working through your little bottles.

Dean couldn’t understand it. But damn, he loved watching you.

You caught his reflection in the mirror and smirked. “Enjoying the show?”

“Just... fascinated,” he replied, his lips quirking into a smirk. “You’re half-asleep, and you’re still doing this. What’s in those things, anyway? Magic potions?”

“It’s not weird,” you shot back, massaging something into your face. “It’s self-care. You should try it.”

He snorted. “Yeah, I’ll pass. Not exactly manly, sweetcheeks.”

You turned to him, arms crossed, one brow arched. “Oh, please. You coat your hands in motor oil daily. This is basically the same, just less greasy and smells better.”

Dean laughed, shaking his head. “No offense, sweetheart, but me and fancy creams don’t mix.”

You stepped closer, your hands already reaching for him. “Sit,” you ordered, pointing to the closed toilet lid.

“Bossy,” he muttered, though he obeyed, sitting with an exaggerated sigh.

“Close your eyes,” you instructed, squeezing cleanser onto your fingers.

“Not sure about this,” Dean hesitated for a moment but then complied, his long lashes fluttering shut. The first touch of your hands against his face made his shoulders tense, but you moved gently, massaging the cleanser into his skin with a tenderness he wasn’t used to.

“Relax,” you murmured, your thumbs gliding over his cheekbones. “It’s just me.”

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his body melting into your touch. As you moved through the steps, applying toner, serum, and moisturizer, Dean felt something foreign—a strange mix of vulnerability and comfort.

“Hard to relax when someone’s this close to my face,” he murmured, though his tone was soft.

The products smelled nice, sure, and the cool sensation was refreshing, but what really struck Dean was you. Your hands on his face, the way your breath brushed against his cheek as you leaned in closer. The warmth of your fingertips, the soft rhythm of your movements—everything about it was you.

As you worked, he couldn’t help but open one eye to look at you. The concentration on your face, the care in your touch—it was almost too much.

When you finished, your hands lingered on his face for a moment, your thumbs brushing along his jawline. “There,” you said softly, your voice full of warmth. “How’s that?”

Dean opened his eyes, staring up at you, his heart doing something funny in his chest. “You know,” he said, his voice low, “I think I get it now.”

“Get what?”

He reached up, his hand brushing against yours. “It’s not the stuff you’re putting on my face. It’s you.” You flushed, your heart skipping a beat as he added, “I’d let you do this every night, just to feel your hands on me.”

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[sweetshuga]

「 ✦ 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕’𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 ✦ 」

You stood in front of Matt – who sat on the chair in front of the desk you always sat at to do your make up – and your hands gently tilted his face until he was looking directly at you, a soft cotton pad doused in your favourite tonic gently dabbed against his skin. His eyes closed as he let out a small sigh of contentment.

"That feels good." He hummed, hands resting on his lap as he let you wipe his face with the cotton pad. "Mhm, your hair is in the way though, hold on." You leaned forward and fished out a cute pink hair clip from one of the drawers under the desk and clipped the front of his hair to the top of his head, chuckling at the small bump of hair that formed on the top of his head.

"You look so pretty." You cooed teasingly as you resumed what you were doing. "Shut uup." Matt groaned, opening his eyes to mock glare at you. However, his annoyance dissipated as quickly as it appeared and the groan dissolved into a soft chuckle, a small smile plastering on his face as he closed his eyes again.

You put the cotton pad aside on the desk and picked up the small bottle of serum and applied three drops to his face—one on his forehead and one on each cheek. Your brows furrowed slightly in concentration as your fingers patted his skin, soaking the serum in.

"Mm... I’m getting sleepy," Matt mumbled before continuing in a more playful tone, "You should do this more often, feels really good." He smiled, eyes still closed and sitting perfectly still for you to keep applying skincare without any disturbance.

You took the roll on eye serum next and gently rolled the tip over his lower eyelid, repeating the same on his other eye.

Matt laughed when you started to fan his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement as he opened them to look at you. "What are you doing?" He questioned, barely suppressing his giggles. "Uh, drying your face?" He laughed again at your reply, finding it oddly amusing.

You rolled your eyes, trying to look annoyed despite the smile that was forming on your lips. "Okay, laugh it up geez." You grumbled, trying to look annoyed as you took the tube of moisturizer and squeezed a blob on your fingertips before applying to his face—patting it all in.

"Al-right," you gently patted his face one last time before stepping back. "All done!" You exclaimed, putting away the skincare – scattered all around your desk – back in their places.

"Aren’t you forgetting something?" He grinned before pouting playfully, barely holding back from laughing out loud, his shoulders trembling with suppressed giggles. "What about my lips? Are you gonna leave it all dry?" He teased, a small laugh finally escaping him when he saw your eye roll.

"Here, you can apply it yourself big baby." You handed him a lip balm, the frosted mint one from space camp—which Matt recognized immediately, chuckling as he applied some onto his lips.

You and Matt changed into more comfortable and loose clothing and got in bed, ready to binge watch some movies since it was the weekend. A comfortable silence filled the room – only broken by the sounds from the movie playing on your laptop.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟓𝟔𝟏 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

⋆˚࿔ 𝒊𝒔𝒂’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ This is js something fluffy in the midst of, well, everything. I’m not used to writing fluff and the ending was so rushed ’cause I didn’t know what else to write lol. Anyway, love and appreciate you all so so so much<333

[luveline]

hi, i’m not sure if your requests are open, forgive me if not, but i’ve been thinking about bombshell!reader and spence lately. not sure if you’ve written this already or something similar, but how about them sharing a room on a case? similar to alaska.

fem, 1k

Spencer predicted the outcome of the roommate situation fairly quickly. Ignoring whatever data he might have in his head about the team, Spencer was always going to end up sharing with you tonight, because the universe hates him, and because you quite like him. 

It's nice to be someone first choice, if nothing else. “Me and Spencer will share, obviously,” you say, holding out your hand for a keycard. 

Hotch passes it over without complaint. He doesn't have to say keep it professional, you will (ish), and he doesn't have to ask Spencer if he's okay with this arrangement. Despite endless exhausting teasing, everyone knows that you and Spencer are actually friends. Or, he thinks you are. 

You certainly feel quite friendly as you hike your bag higher up your arm and sew the other arm through his. “Let's go. I'm so tired I might fall asleep on the way there.” 

You don't look tired. Spencer struggles to understand how every emotion you wear suits you. How every time he looks at you, you're prettier. He read a book recently on human attraction, and less factual but perhaps his most strongly believed takeaway from the book was that a person grows more attracted to the person they're attracted to, like a loop, or an ouroboros snake eating its own tail, forced over and over to make the same stupid mistake. What is he doing? Does he really think this is a good idea? Is he in love with you? How couldn't he be? You walk arm in arm to a room you're going to share and you don't care that he smells sickly of arnica and deodorant mixed together. You ignore the dark circles under his eyes, dark circles you never seem to have, always so perfect, always so you. 

“This one?” you ask, coming to a stop. “Room… 108?” He takes your bag and you smile gratefully, inserting the key, and legging open the door. “Tada. Home sweet home, Dr. Reid.” 

The hotel room is small and stale. Clean, sure, but questionably, with yellowing furnishings and sparse furniture. There's a double bed, two nightstands, a cubby bathroom close to the door, and a single chair near a small free standing countertop opposite of the bed, hosting a microwave and cups with hot chocolate sachets. 

“Wow,” you say, beaming, immediately breaking for the bed. 

“Wait, wait! We have to check for bed bugs.” 

You hold your hands up in surrender. 

Spencer peels the sheets back and uses the little torch on his keychain to investigate the mattress while you sit on the floor, one leg crossed beneath you and the other stretched in front of you as you sort through your clothes. You hum as you fold a shirt cleanly and make a pleased sound that may prove to give him indigestion as you unearth your pyjamas. 

“Spencer, can I shower first? Do you mind?” 

“I don't mind.” He turns off the torch, satisfied. “Thank you. For letting me check without being annoyed.”He says the second bit quieter than he means to. 

“Why would I be annoyed?” you ask, standing up in a whirlwind of pistachio perfume. Low notes of something sweet and caramelised haunt him as you drop your hand on his shoulder. “I'm gonna shower really fast, I swear. Should we get dinner? I bet we could order something to the front desk.” 

“I'll see if they have any menus.” 

Sitting in bed with you, later, showered and fed and drinking microwaved hot chocolate from paper cups together, Spencer has a strange flash of pleasure. Talking to you, seeing you with your hair in its protective style for the night, your skin shining with lotions and serums, and to have the revelation that you really do have dark circles under your makeup, it all feels private and special. Because you're still undeniably beautiful, and you act like he's worth sharing that with. 

He feels overwhelmed, in all honesty. 

You can sense it. You do your best to calm him down. 

“Finish your drink, babe,” you say, knocking him on the thigh with your knuckles. “It was a really long day.” 

“I'm fine.” 

“Yes, you are.” You giggle at yourself. “Sorry, I'm being serious tonight, I decided.” 

“Why?” he asks, puzzled. 

“I don't want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You don't.” 

You put your hot chocolate on the nightstand and sink back into the pillows, looking every bit a movie star as usual despite your fresh face. It's your expression, the confidence behind them, that makes you so beautiful. 

“What are you thinking?” you ask. 

He looks down into his hot chocolate, swirling the drink around and around. “You're beautiful.” 

It catches you off guard. You're quiet for too long, panic festering in his chest. 

“You are too.” You put your hand on his thigh. When he brings his haze to your face, you've closed your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips. “Wanna brush my teeth for me?” 

“No.” You both laugh. “Sorry if that was out of the blue, before.”

“I say worse to you,” you say. “Lay down with me. We can snuggle.” 

Spencer lays down. You don't snuggle, but your hand stays pressed to the side of his thigh, and the smell of your perfume lingers despite your shower. It must've been caught in your hair. 

“It's weird,” you say, facing the ceiling, “I'm not tired anymore.” 

“It's called learned arousal.” 

Your laugh is a shock. “Oh, is it now?” 

“Not like that. Are you thinking about work? If you think about certain things while you're in bed, it starts to make it so you think about those things on instinct. You've conditioned yourself.” 

“I don't think so,” you say. “Well, maybe. Mostly I just think about you, Spence. And not like that.” You laugh again, so much laughter Spencer could conjure the sound from memory alone. “Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I promise I'm not trying to harass you.” 

He stares at the side of your face. “I know what you mean. I think about you too.” 

“Well, good to know I'm not in this torture alone,” you say softly. 

It is the worst night's sleep of Spencer's life, but he thinks he might want to do it again. 

[talaok]

Imagine no outbreak Joel seeing you doing a million steps nightly skin care routine and just laying under the covers and waiting for you to be done and come to bed already and slowly getting frustrated

Maybe a little toddler cuddling in bed with him and Joel fake complaining to them about you

“Mommy is taking a long time huh?”

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

a/n: this request is so so so cute, anon you're a genius

he was being a drama queen, 

as always.

You'd been in the bathroom a total of five minutes and already he was groaning and calling out to you as if you'd been in there an hour.

"I've just finished washing my face baby, I'm not even half way done" you laughed, patting your skin with a towel 

Another groan sounded from the bedroom and you just smiled, as you reached for the fist of the many products that were gonna go on your face.

This was part of your routine now.

Him moaning and complaining because you were taking too long and wanting nothing more than to just have you there in bed with him into his arms, while you laughed in front of the mirror at how much of an unpatient man you had married.

"I don't even understand why you do that stuff" he sighed, loud enough for you to hear, turning again in frustration under the blanket "You're already gorgeous, darlin'"

You rolled your eyes, your mouth betraying you with a smile

The amount of times you'd heard him say that...

Doing your skincare, makeup, putting on lotion... all tasks that to him did nothing but lessen the amount of time you could be in his arms.

"nice try miller" you chuckled, peering out of the bathroom door to talk to him "but flattery ain't gonna work"

Just as his eyes narrowed, a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, a little goblin jumped on the bed, having sneaked in without either of you hearing.

Said Goblin, being Emma, your beautiful, smart, nosy daughter.

"daddy!" she giggled, jumping literally on top of him, earning a painful groan from Joel, before he smiled, feigning an attack on her by wrapping his arms around her and bringing her down to him.

"whatcha doing here peach?"

"'m not tired" she explained, hiding her face in his neck

"aw babygirl, you can stay with us for a while, but you have to sleep in your own bed ok?" he murmured, stroking her hair "You're a big girl now"

"mh-mh" she nodded

Your heart warmed as you watched the scene before you, but before you lost precious moments where Joel was too preoccupied with your daughter to realize you still hadn't finished, you went back to your skincare.

But of course, it was all in vain.

Not even a minute passed that you heard him murmur "Mommy's taking a long time huh?" to Emma, who gasped as she answered

"where is she?"

"she's in the bathroom, putting all sorts of stuff on her face"

"what stuff?" She frowned, confused

"stuff she doesn't need" he explained 

You huffed a laugh as you popped your head out of the bathroom, still massaging some serum onto your cheeks "I'm almost done I swear"

"mommy!" Emma smiled wide as she saw you

"Hi pumpkin" You blew her a kiss in return

You watched as Joel murmured something in her ear, something you could very well hear

"tell mommy she doesn't need all that stuff, that she's already beautiful"

Emma didn't waste a second before complying

"You're pretty, mommy!"

You rolled your eyes at him, although the smile on your lips didn't fade one bit

"thank you baby" you stifled a chuckle "but you should explain to daddy that the reason I am so beautiful as he keeps saying, is because of this stuff"

"daddy!" Emma scolded him, turning back to him "You didn't tell me that! You should listen to mommy, she's smart"

He couldn't help but laugh at that, 

God if she wasn't right

"You're right" he grinned "she is smart, and I should listen to her" he said "But you know what would be better? If while she was explaining all that smart stuff she's always saying, she was right here beside us, so we could cuddle with her, wouldn't it?"

Emma considered what he said for a moment before agreeing

"yes" she nodded "it would"

You sighed, exasperatedly, as you finally exited the bathroom, shutting the door behind you

"there, I'm done" you said, climbing into bed "happy now?"

They almost answered in unison, but while Emma yelled her "yes!" as she jumped between you two, Joel's "yes" was much calmer... only a hell of a lot more smug.

He brought you closer with his strong arms, sandwiching your daughter between you and him in a tight hug.

"You're the least patient person I've ever met Miller" you murmured, turning to him with a glare

"And you, sweetheart, are the most perfect one I've ever met."

You rolled your eyes, your mouth once again betraying you

"I better be" you bit down a smirk, watching him grin

"I love you" he murmured, ghosting your lips 

"I love you too assh-" your eyes lowered to where your daughter held onto you, forcing you to censure yourself "I love you too" you said, before he kissed you softly, his hand drawing gentle circles on your waist,

You leaned away when quiet snores sounded through the room, and once you lowered your gaze, you found out why.

"just this time" Joel immediately suggested, giving you his best puppy eyes

"You said that last time too" you reminded him

The pout on him persisted, as he tried harder to convince you

"please?" he begged,

You let out another exasperated sigh, before inevitably, as always, agreeing

"fine" you breathed "but this is the last time"

He kissed you again, and when he let go... you swore your daughter had a smile matching his on her lips.

You would have bet a fortune that this was their plan all along.

[jinnie-ret]

placebo

stray kids x hybrid!ninth!reader (fem)

genre: light angst, mostly fluffy

content warnings: small swearing, mention of disease, mention of vaccination

word count: 1.8k

summary: the boys are shocked at how your hybrid features present themselves when you are feeling particularly emotional

requested: @shua-f4lmings

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How could it ever work being a Kpop idol when you were forced to hide a part of our identity every day? Well, you managed somehow. Despite the fact that you were a hybrid, JYPE still accepted your audition and allowed you to become a trainee. You felt fortunate that you didn't face direct discrimination from the company, considering you were part of a rare few, an experimental collective, of children that had turned into hybrids against their will. You see, there had once been terrible news of a new outbreak of an autoimmune disease breaking out, during your childhood, so when a vaccination was created, your parents had rushed at the opportunity to make sure you were safe. Little did you know, did anyone know, that it was in fact a scam. The disease - a hoax. The vaccination - contained a serum that caused you to experience genetic mutations and develop physical attributes very similar to a cat, all because of some deceiving scientists that wanted to experiment.

Luckily, you had learnt to love yourself and your feline features. Your fluffy black ears that helped your hearing become more sensitive, and perhaps even more attuned to music, your tail that would swish and perk up anytime you saw your members or somebody you loved, these all became things that you appreciated. It truly showed your strength and determination to not let anybody get you down, particularly when you used to feel like the black sheep, or, black cat, of the family.

You remember that it was not too long after Chan had gathered you all together as a unit, pre-debut, that you decided to reveal this side of you. After all, you could only wear baggy sweatshirts and beanies for so long.

"Guys, can I tell you something?" you spoke up after you were all sat evaluating a dance practice.

"I think we really should practice this dance again, can it wait?" Chan pondered, not wanting to miss any rehearsal time, especially since the new TV debut show was on the horizon.

"Please, it's important," you had urged them all, your future group members, not wanting to withheld this information from them for any longer.

"Ok, sure," Chan nodded and turned his phone off, before everyone was looking at you as you stood up.

"Is everything ok?" Hyunjin frowned.

"Yeah, I just want to share this side of myself to you. I've not been honest," you began, confident in yourself, just unsure about what their reactions would be.

"If we're going to be a group..." Changbin tilted his head.

"-that's why I'm telling you now! Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. Umm," you apologised, feeling guilty.

"It's ok," Changbin nodded, seeing the weight of the situation in your eyes.

"Please can you just tell us? The suspense is killing me," Jisung groaned, whining after when Minho smacked him on the back without even looking.

"I don't know how to say it so..." you had taken a deep breath before pulling your beanie off, ruffling your hair back into plsce and ultimately revealing your ears. It had seemed like some sort of headband at first, but seeing the way your ears twitched and pointed at sharp intakes of breath or gasps in the room, showed that they were very real.

Poor Felix was incredibly confused. It was hard enough for the Australian boy to follow the conversation, and even harder to make sense of things as he saw your fluffy cat ears on top of your head.

"What the-" Jeongin's jaw dropped.

"Why are your ears moving like that..." Seungmin was astonished.

"I'm a cat hybrid. There was an experiment gone wrong a while back, masked as a 'cure', a vaccination, when really it was an experiment. So, umm, yeah, I'm sort of like a test subject.." you trailed off as Chan came to stand in front of you, raising his hand slightly.

"Can I touch your ears?" he questioned, which honestly wasn't what you were expecting. Instead, you thought it was time for him to go into his words of wisdom mode, but really even he couldn't avoid his own curiosity, as he waited for your response.

"Oh, yeah sure," you shrugged, a smile working it's way into your face as you felt a soothing scratch and pat to the head. It was so relaxing that you shut your eyes for a moment.

And when you opened your eyes...

"My turn! My turn!" Han was suddenly in front of you, Seungmin and Jeongin surprisingly waiting too.

"Wow, so cute!" Hyunjin was looking at you with the biggest heart eyes, and you could also lightly hear Chan explaining to Felix what had just transpired.

"Cute, haha," Changbin chuckled, stood next to you and observing your reactions.

"So you guys don't find it weird then?" you laugh as you ask, knowing that they were entranced.

"No! Never!" Seungmin shook his head.

"Me?" Felix came up behind Seungmin, half hugging his arm before asking permission to also pet your ears.

"Yes," you smiled reassuringly at the shy Felix.

The only one of the boys who hadn't interacted with you after you revealed your big secret was Minho, and perhaps that was because he simply couldn't comprehend that his fellow band member he had naturally grown protective over was also part cat. His favourite animal by a mile.

"I knew there was something feline about you," Minho hugged you tightly, the only one not to go straight for the ears.

"That's all the approval I needed."

Post revelation, you were able to feel even more relaxed around your members at the dorms, and wow, when they saw your tail, to be frank, they lost their shit. That was a story for another day though. You had more important things to think about them, such as the meeting that had been scheduled with the company before filming began. Understandably, in your opinion, they had found some medication, hybrid suppressants, that would hide your features. Some people would have been offended by the gesture but in reality, you were relieved. You just wanted to debut and you didn't want to take any attention away from the boys with your obvious differences in genetics. Although the first day of taking the pills felt rough, especially with your body having to withdraw physical features, you went through with it, initially explaining to the boys that it's what you wanted. Whether they believed you or not at the time, you weren't sure, until today...

"No way!" you gasped, clutching the blanket for dear life as you sat up from your comfy spot curled up on the sofa. Once again, you had chosen to use your vacation off from work as a chance to binge watch your favourite show, and finally, you had made it to the end.

"Don't roll credits, don't roll credits, don't- NO!" you cried out in disbelief. As if they had just killed off your favourite character. You sobbed, curling into yourself, ears flat against your head and tail curled up against you, like you were trying to protect yourself from the TV screen even though you had already turned it off and thrown the remote away from you in distress.

You hadn't realised that your hybrid features had popped out, not that it would be a problem as you were on break, but you must have forgotten to habitually take your tablets, the ones you bad taken the previous day finally wearing off. Even with the box being on the coffee table in front of you, the idea had left your mind.

It was long forgotten now.

It was a pitiful sight, the way you were trembling as you cried, but with your physical hybrid features also came mental ones, emotional ones, instincts that you couldn't help but follow. That emotional attachment that cats found with their people, happened to you and your favourite TV show. You felt hurt, betrayed, distraught.

"Rori?" Minho was the first to call out in concern, as the boys piled in from their outing at the beach. Yes, Rori, that was your stage name. It was a running joke between you all that Minho adopted Dori and her namesake was because of you. They weren't that dissimilar right?

"What's wrong? What's happening?" Felix called out in confusion, still taking off his sandy shoes by the front door. The boys had wanted you to come along with them, but you hated water, and would much rather laze around in the comfort of your own home.

"Aigoo, your tail is all fluffy," Jeongin patted your head, yet you continued to cry. The eight boys looked between each other in confusion until Jisung spotted the medication on the table and looked at Chan pointedly, hoping he took would connect the dots he had just found.

"Oh, Rori, we thought you didn't like taking the, it's ok. It'll be ok, we'll sort this," Chan rubbed your back gently.

"We can announce it to the fans," Hyunjin suggested, and the others nodded along.

"We'll have a word with the company," Changbin added, their plan already formulating before your very eyes.

"They'll still love you," Jisung didn't like seeing you cry.

"They won't care, you're still the same person," Seungmin spoke up, last to enter the room. He had soon caught onto the situation though, only after rinsing his feet from the sand that lingered. He couldn't barely the itchy feeling.

"What are you talking about?" you sniffled, lifting your head out from your arms and your ears lifted in curiosity.

"Aren't you sad because of, you know, having to take the tablets...?" Chan was confused, so much so that his hand had even stopped it's comforting motions on your back.

"No!!" you cried out, tail fluffing up even more, irritation flaring up ever so slightly as you wished you didn't have to explain yourself. It would much easier if these humans just knew what you wanted!

"Oh," Minho pursed his lips in thought.

"Then what's wrong?" Jeongin urged, eager to hear what was truly wrong.

"-died! It's not fair! They were my favourite and they were so kind and-" you whimpered tearfully, already having flashbacks of the final episode you and just watched.

"It's because of a show?!" Felix rose his eyebrows in surprise, leaning back to try and see your whole face.

"Really?" Seungmin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It's not just a show!!!" you wailed louder, tail swishing now as you felt a mix of sadness and annoyance.

"Ok it's not just a show, we know that, chill, kitty," Jisung patted your head but Minho nudged him warningly, knowing you didn't like that nickname.

"Ji-" you huffed.

"But it's definitely not because of the suppressants, right?" Changbin cut you off, which was annoying at first, having being interrupted twice in a row, yet you were appreciative of the change in topic.

"No, no, I don't care about taking them. I'm fine with that," you took a deep breath and wiped your remaining tears away, "I just might need 2-3 business days to recover."

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[suckerforblondeathletes]

Brats Get Punished - Alessia Russo

Alessia Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Alessia acts out in public to turn you on, she gets punished for it.

Warnings: SMUT!!!! Rough Sex, overstimulation, hotel sex, consent is key, safe word mentioned, not used, Dom!Reader, Sub!Alessia, brat!Alessia.

Authors Note: First Smut fic, hope you enjoy its a long one!!

Your woken up from your slumber from a call from your girlfriend.

It's a routine you both have made, she calls you every morning to wake you up. You claim that it better than an alarm.

You wipe the sleep from your eyes before picking up the phone and putting her on speaker.

"Good morning baby." She says softly, knowing you're still tired and barley awake.

"Good morning love, I don't want to get up and catch that flight." She giggles at the sleep in your voice and the complaining you're doing. Her laugh causes you to smile to yourself.

After you both talk for a couple minutes you decide to FaceTime her and start getting ready. She mirrors your actions by walking into her bathroom and washing her face.

You both smile at each other when you make eye contact in the camera, laughing you walk out of the room to grab something, walking back in you get a text from your captain wondering if you have gotten up.

Leah knows you're not a morning person, and would do anything too get 5 minutes of extra sleep.

You roll your eyes and pick up the phone, not going unnoticed by Alessia.

"Whats wrong?"

"Leah is bothering me way too early for my liking." She laughs at your annoyance in your voice and a thought crosses her mind.

"When I come and pick you up today for the airport, do you want to stop by that coffee shop you like on the way?" Excitement floods into you when you hear the word coffee, loving a nice iced coffee to start your morning, but not expecting to get one today.

"Of course, I would be insane to decline that." You barley get your words out from the big smile that is on your face.

"Okay, sounds good. Im going to go get dressed and pack a few more things and then swing by, I will text you when I'm close." She says as she finishes rubbing in a serum while doing her skincare routine, you doing the same.

"Okay baby, I love you." You blow her a kiss through the phone and she does the same.

"Love you too babe." She gets out before hanging up the phone.

You finish your hair and get a text from lessi saying she's here. You grab your bags and phone before heading out to greet her.

She gets out of the car and she wraps her arms around your neck while you hug her waist. Pressing a kiss on her lips and letting her fresh set of acrylics run through your hair.

"Hi baby." You smile at the blonde at the lovesick expression on her face.

"Hey, I missed you." "I missed you too, we don't want to miss the flight so we should get on the road."

She nods before helping put your bags in the car, while she is distracted you sneak into the drivers seat. She doesn't fight it, not enjoying driving while you are with her, wanting to be your passenger princess as you call her.

When you both settle in the car, you reach over to her bare thigh and put your hand on it, squeezing it periodically during the drive.

You can't help but notice her squirm every time you do. Grinning to yourself you know what will happen in the hotel room tonight.

"Finally the love birds arrive!" You hear the Irish women yell from across the airport, you roll your eyes, never understanding how much of a morning person she is.

You look over next to her seeing Caitlin passed out on her shoulder, and Kyra taking pictures of her sleeping. Knowing you are gonna ask to see that picture later.

Alessia goes to a seat and makes herself comfortable with her coffee and phone in hand, keeping quiet and not saying much to anyone.

She always gets like this when she is turned on. The realization making your grin to yourself again before approaching her.

"Whats wrong pretty?" You make eye contact with her and all you see in her blue eyes are lust, lust for you.

She doesn't say anything, just makes eye contact with you for about 10 seconds before looking back down to her phone.

You take the empty seat to her left and pull your phone out as well. Canceling out the rowdy teammates and waiting for the boarding to begin.

You place your hand on her thigh again, but higher. You keep looking down at your phone, acting like you don't know what you're doing.

When you placed your hand on her thigh, you hear a small whimper from her before she turned her phone off and threw her head back, closing her eyes trying to pull herself together.

You start to inch your way higher before she grabs your hand and pushes it off of her.

You place your hand on her thigh again and when she goes to move it you lean forwards, close to her ear and whisper.

"Move my hand again and I will fuck you right now in that bathroom and I don't think you want our teammates to hear your moans, do you?"

You both made eyes contact, you see the frustration in her eyes and she sees the seriousness in yours. She releases your hand and lets it fall back onto her thigh.

She wanted you, and bad. So she had to find away to make you want her in the same way.

You look back down to your phone before the boarding announcement begins.

When you board the plane you and Alessia get seats next to each other, you in the middle, her in the window seat sharing a big blanket, and Leah on the isle seat. How she got seated next to you, you have no idea.

"So y/n, I heard you went to Australia a few weeks back with less, how was it? I forgot to ask." She turned to you and put her knees on her seat like a child waiting for a story.

Before you could get a word out you felt a hand being placed on your leg, the shorts you are wearing, that match Alessia's, being pretty short and your thighs being easily accessible.

"It was nice, wasn't it less?" You turn to the blonde and give her a stern look, a warning that if her hand went any higher than it was that she would pay for it.

"Yes, it was a lot of fun. Good scenery." She smiles at both you and Leah, acting innocent as if she wasn't running her nails along your bare thigh under the blanket.

"Fun, I tried to go a month back but ended up here with work and practice, then camp came up..." She is a huge talker, would talk someones ear off if they let her. Normally you would, but Alessia's hand going farther up your thigh canceled her out.

"Hold onto that story for one quick minute Leah." She nods and looks at her phone while you turn to Alessia.

You grab her by the jaw, not to rough but enough to turn her face close to yours.

"Im giving you one more warning babe. Cut that out before I will make you regret you ever even touched me." You whispered as you made eye contact with the blonde. The lust in her eyes grew as she thought about what you would do to her, she nodded and you let go of her jaw, turning to Leah and asking her to continue.

Though her hand never left the inside of your thigh, if stayed still and didn't move for a while.

You both ended up falling asleep when Leah left to play cards with Mary. Her head in your neck and you arm around her shoulders and the blanket tugged over you both.

You woke up first and began scrolling on your phone.

Feeling movement on your shoulder you look over to Alessia, seeing her pretty blue eyes looking back at you, full of lust like before.

"Hi baby." You smile at her before she makes a incoherent mumble and lays her head back on your shoulder.

You turn back to your phone until you feel light kisses on your neck, in a spot she knows you love.

Her hand wonders higher on you leg again, you didn't think she could do anything else, until she starts releasing light moans and whimper into your ear.

Thank the gods it didn't last long before the plane landed shortly after she started teasing you.

When the departures start, you make eye contact with the Italian, anger and sexual frustration filled your eyes, while playfulness and need filled hers.

You stood up and grabbed your over head bag before gripping tightly onto her wrist, pulling her up and out of the plane.

She tried to make small talk but you stayed silent, thinking about her punishment for later.

It was evening in Barcelona, which gave everyone time to go and set their bags in their hotel rooms and get settled for the night.

You grab Alessia's bag in your left hand and yours in her right and head to the elevator, still not saying a word to her.

"Move over my suitcase won't fit." Kyra complained to Steph. Steph some how had three suitcases all for herself, no one should have three for one person but Steph is Steph so no one says anything.

"No, I think you should catch then next lift Kyra." She had sass in her tone which made Leah and Katie laugh to themselves.

Kyra was about to complain again before you stopped her.

"Kyra its fine, Me and less will wait and catch the next one, go on." She thank you as both you and Alessia get off.

You watch as the door closes before you make sure you both are alone.

You turn to her and grab her by her throat, not roughly to choke her, but enough to make her go fuzzy in her brain.

"You want to act like a brat, I will treat you like one. I warned you and you didn't listen, you pay for it." You give her a stern stare and turn away waiting for the elevator.

You unlock the door and immediately rush her inside and press you lips harshly against hers.

You push her into the door, making the wind leave her lungs as she moans into the kiss.

You slip your tongue into her mouth you pin her to the door by her waist, her arms going to your neck.

You both make out for what feels like years before you wrap you hand around her neck again and push her towards the bed.

You pull of her jacket before pushing her on the bed, crawling onto of her.

You lean down to start kissing on her neck, her hand fly's up to thread her finger in you hair, pushing you tighter to her neck, moaning when you kiss certain spots.

Her legs wrap around your waist as your on your knees on the bed in-between them. Your hands roaming her sides and travel to her thighs and rub and squeeze them before sitting up.

"Why did you stop?" She has a look of confusion on her face before you pull her to a sitting position and take her shirt off. Leaving her in a black bra.

You lay her back down before kissing on her cleavage, not taking her bra off yet.

She tries to lean up and take it off before you push her back down.

"I didn't say take it off, did I?" You keep pressing your hand on her stomach, holding her still.

"No" She shakes her head.

"Then why are you moving?" You don't give her time to answer before you smash you lips on hers again, slipping your tongue in between her lips.

You reach down and move her out of her shorts, leaving her in a matching black Victorias secret set you got her for her birthday.

You start kissing from her jaw to her cleavage again. Not taking off her bra, where she wants you.

Moving lower, you kiss down her stomach, leaving hickies on her stomach, unable to be seen by any one but you, just like the ones on her boobs.

She moans and lifts her hips to try and get your mouth to her clothed pussy, where she needs you. You press her hips down to the bed before continuing your slow kissing down her to hips and thighs.

"Babe please." She whines pulls on your hair slightly. "Be patient or you get nothing."

That makes her stop fighting and her moans continue.

You press a kiss to her clothed clit, making her moan and jerk her hips up, unable too though by your strong arm holding her down.

You continue to kiss her clothed clit, making her moans escalate, before leaving and kissing her inner thighs.

She remembers what you said earlier, so she says nothing.

You finally sit up and unclip her bra. Immediately leaning down and latching onto her hard nipple.

She moans loudly and tries to grind onto your thigh, pressing your head closer to her breast, trying to get more pressure.

"Your being so good baby, wish you were this good earlier." You make eye contact with her and she moans louder, watching you switch nipples and pinching the other one.

After some time, you sit up and pull her underwear down, watching her slick drip down her pussy.

The scene is so pornagraphic, it makes you moan, already wanting to taste her.

"You know what to say when its too much, right babe?" You rub her thigh and making sure she knew when to tell you if it was too much.

"Yes love." She reassures you and that's all you needed to hear before leaning down and licking a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, earning a loud moan from her.

You lap at her entrance, wanting to taste her before pushing your tongue into her, her hand pushing your face deeper into her.

She starts grinding your face as your tongue fuck her, her moans extremely loud, waiting for this all day.

"Im close." She warns you and you pull away.

She gives you a pathetic whine and sends you a begging look, she feels you coat your finger in her slick before you lean down to press a kiss to her swollen lips.

She moans at the taste of herself on your tongue, reaching behind your neck to deepen it.

While she does that you plunge two long finger into her pussy, making her moan and break the kiss, throwing her head back in pleasure.

You don't wait for her to adjust before fucking her in a bruising pace, making her release loud moans and arch her back.

You cant help but admire her like this. Back arched, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, releasing loud moans reserved for you. Your finger plunging deep into her, feeling her slick coat your fingers. Its like an amazing dream.

"Im close" She warns again, but this time you keep going.

"Not yet babe." You say and she starts squirming, trying hard to hold back the knot in her stomach.

"Please please baby please let me come." She begs you, eyes still not open, meeting yours.

"Apologize for earlier, apologize for acting like a brat in public." You demand her, you pace quickening.

"Im sorry babe im sorry I regret it im sorry." She practically screams, so lost in pleasure.

"Come right now, coat my fingers." Immediately after you give her access she comes all over your hand, her juices spilling out all over your hand and onto the sheets.

But this doesn't stop you, you keep pounding into her overstimulated pussy, making her yell out in pleasure and overstimulation.

"Come on babe, give me one more. I know you can my love." She whimpers at the sweet words of encouragement, her grip on the white comforter tightening . before feeling the knot in her stomach again, she releases all over you, coating the sheets and your arm once again.

"Shhh that's it baby, ride it out just like that. Good girl." You coo at her before leaning down and kissing her temples and forehead.

She lays her back down on the bed, releasing her grip on the comforter. You brush her hair from her sweaty forehead and press soft kisses on her face, bringing her back down from her high.

"Are you okay love?" You ask softly, caressing her cheeks and she opens her eyes.

"There you are my sweet girl." You smile at her softly before kissing her lips. Running your fingers through her hair before going to get up.

"Where are you going?" She asks, sleep evident in her voice.

"I will be back baby, don't fall asleep just yet." Knowing she won't follow that last ask, she never does.

You walk into the big bathroom and run a hot bath, adding epson salts into it and bubbles before lighting a candle that came with the hotel and turning the lights off.

Walking back into the hotel room, you see she wrapped herself in the blanket you both used on the plane, smiling you go to walk up to her before hearing a bang on the door.

You walk up to it, peeking through the key hole, seeing Katie standing there, you all of a sudden remember you are in a hotel, and Alessia's loud moan were for sure heard.

You crack open the door before sticking your head out.

"Wow surprised you could walk with all of the yelling we heard." You see Beth leaning against the wall smiling to herself.

"I don't know what you mean, that wasn't us." You smirk at her before closing the door. Katie trying to knock again, but no answer.

You walk over to Alessia's sleeping form before brushing some hair behind her ear, causing her eyes to flutter back open.

"Come on love, a bath is run for you." She shakes her head, causing you to let out a laugh before picking up her naked, tired form.

Her face immediately tucks into her neck as you walk her to the bathroom.

You move her around in your arms to where your holding her bridal style and gently set her down in the warm water.

She smiles at the feeling, but her smile fades when she notices your not in it with her,

She reaches for your had before noticing your undressing yourself, smiling she leans forward to give you room.

You sit behind her wrapping your arms around her waist and pressing kisses to the side of her head.

"I love you so much." She says, turning her head to look you in the eyes.

"I love you too, more than you know." You both give each other soft smile before she leans up and kisses your lips.

After you both are done washing up, you both pile into the bed, the other bed than the one you both were... having fun on.

You pull her into your chest and press kisses into her hair before she falls asleep. You know you will get teased tomorrow because of this, but you don't care.

You hug her tighter, and fall off the cliff of sleep, joining your lover.

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[beuxwhoyouare]

Repercussions

I told Wyatt he'd regret ever cheating on me. I'm not like those other gays, I ACTUALLY believe in monogamy. So when a little twink at work told me my boyfriend hit him up on Grindr I knew I had to take action.

Wyatt held the hallmark toxic traits of machismo with hints of racial micro aggressions. At first glance he was so charming with his dirty blonde hair and cute smirk, I was so scared to muster up the courage to speak to him. When we first finally spoke he told me he was a strict top and expected his partner to always be ready for him to top at a moments notice. One of the most shocking things he said in passing was he normally didn’t date Latinos but I was “different and calmer”. I think his good looks made me feel like I’d change my whole life for him. He ruled our relationship like a dictator and expected me to only see him and appease him.

I had always thought he might be cheating but this confirmation felt like a punch to my gut. He came home that night and I acted like everything was normal. Little did he know I had purchased a special serum from a local witch and I was ready to use it.

Before we could eat the dinner I worked hours to make, he told me to come with him. Demanding more than asking he yanked me by my arm to the bedroom. He yanked off his shirt before nearly ripping off my shorts. He got on the bed and heavily insinuated instant getting to work…I had other plans.

I willingly got on top and before he could get what he wanted, I got the needle-based serum injector from my shirt pocket and stabbed him in the chest. Right after we both passed out.

I knew it worked when I woke up to see my former head asleep on top of my new torso. I pushed him off, pulled some pants on from the floor, and ran to the restroom to confirm my plan worked.

Oh Wyatt. You never should have cheated on me…I’m going to whore you out online. You always said you wanted me to be your submissive Latino bottom. Well that’s over, looks like we’re going to have to debut you on your new OnlyFans as the power bottom you wanted me and all your twinks to be.

Let’s call this reparations Wyatt. See you when you wake up and the damage has already been done.

[justagalwhowrites]

Joyeux Noël - A Lavender AU Christmas Story

Joel and your daughters plan something special for you for the holidays. A Christmas one shot set in the Lavender AU Universe.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. No outbreak AU. Fluff fluff fluff. Christmas fluff. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 3.6k

A/N: JOEL AND DOC ARE BACK FOR THE HOLIDAYS BECAUSE I MISSED THEM (and hopefully some of you did, too.) This can be read as a stand alone fic with the understanding that Joel and reader are a married couple with a shared biological daughter as well as Ellie and Sarah. I hope you enjoy this tooth rotting-ly sweet fic!

AO3 | Lavender Masterlist | Lavender AU Masterlist | Full Masterlist

December 24, 2024 

“You’re sure you’ve got everything?” Sarah asked, her son, Carson, squealing in the background. 

“Pretty sure,” Joel said, frowning a little. 

“Put me on FaceTime,” she said. “Show me.” 

Joel sighed and fussed with his phone until it became a video call, Sarah on the other end with a smudge of flour on her nose. 

“Busy over there, baby girl?” He teased. 

“Your grandson got me in the face when we were making sugar cookies,” she said. “I haven’t had the chance to get cleaned up yet, the kitchen is a disaster but that’s beside the point, show me Mom’s suitcase.” 

Joel fussed with the phone again - having to search for the little button that let him do it, not a fan of figuring out technology without the help of any of his girls - and got the camera to flip around. 

“So I put in some of the sweaters she wears a lot,” he said, showing Sarah the stacks. “Some of the pants she likes, too. Got this one dress she looks real good in, real good…” 

“Ew,” Sarah said. 

“Shut it, kid,” he said. She laughed. “Got the shoes she says are comfortable, some that are pretty, too…” 

“Do you have a bag for her?” She asked. 

“What do you think you’re lookin’ at?” 

“Not that kind of bag,” she rolled her eyes. “I mean a purse.”

“Wouldn’t she just bring the one she uses all the time?” He asked. 

“Dad, you’re going to be walking around Paris,” Sarah said. “Spending hours in museums and in stores and lounging at chic cafes, she’s not going to want to carry that giant thing around. In her closet, in one of the dust bags at the top is a smaller bag that Ellie, Evie and I went in on for Mother's Day, grab that one. It’s cross body so she can just wear it, she likes that when she’s walking around a lot. Also, do you have her hair stuff?” 

“Hair stuff?” Joel frowned. “Don’t they have that in the room?” 

She sighed.

“See, this is why I make you show me,” Sarah said. “Yes, there’s shampoo and stuff but she uses serums and oils and things, she needs those. Bathroom next.” 

Joel obeyed his oldest daughter’s instructions, thankful that the two of you were so close that she’d know these kinds of things. He got what she told him from the bathroom and packed it. 

“Alright,” she said. “I think you’re all good! Just let her get a book or five at the airport and you’ll be golden, old man.” 

“Thanks, kiddo,” he smiled a little. “You still good to take your sister for a while?” 

“Of course,” she smiled back. “I love Ellie and Evie can stay as long as she wants until she wants to go back to school. Plus Brandon could use someone to give him a run for his money on this new video game, he’s getting over confident.” 

“Thank you for keeping an eye on Ellie,” Joel said. “We’d like to get all you girls on a trip like this with us sometime but for the first one…” 

“It should just be the two of you,” Sarah finished for him with a smile. “She’s going to love it, Dad.” 

He sure hoped so. 

Joel had been planning this for a while. Decades, really. 

Back when the two of you were young and flat broke, a trip to Paris had been a pipe dream. You talked about it that way, the same way Ellie talked about going to the moon now, something that you dreamed about but didn’t expect to ever have. 

Then Evie came along. Then you were in med school and then you were an intern and resident and attending and Sarah got married and Ellie joined the family and life had just gotten in the way, as it always seemed to. 

But it had been a beautiful life and you’d never even come close to complaining about not getting to visit France the way you’d dreamed. As you’d always done, you put everyone else’s needs and wants before your own, constantly looking for a way to make Joel or your daughters’ lives better before thinking of yourself. 

But the Paris trip was possible now. The two of you had made more money than Joel had ever dreamed of making, Sarah and Evie were off on their own and Ellie was in a good enough place that she could spend a few weeks with her sister. Things were even calm at work for both of you - Tommy could run the business for a few weeks and Joel had coordinated with your boss to get you time off. It was the perfect time to finally give you something you’d been dreaming of as long as Joel had known you. 

Joel didn’t want to put more work on your plate, though, so he worked with Sarah, Evie and Ellie to plan everything. Sarah traveled a lot - she’d made it to Europe long before Joel ever had - and knew how to find a good hotel. Ellie told Joel about the different museums to visit, her passion for art coming in handy as he was planning. Evie - who had even taken after your knack for language - helped Joel learn a few phrases in French (though he was going to be pretty dependent on you to get around.) But that was fine. As long as you were happy, he didn’t care if everyone around him was speaking gibberish. 

“Dad!” Ellie yelled from down the hall. “Mom just texted, she’s almost home!” 

“Shit,” Joel said, zipping the suitcase quickly. “Stall her for me, will ya?” 

“Can do!” She yelled back and he heard her pounding down the stairs to intercept you. 

Joel hauled the luggage downstairs the best he could, stashing the packed bags in a room just off the garage so he could wrestle them into the trunk later. He finished just as the garage door opened and Ellie went racing past him to catch you in the car, giving him a chance to slip into the living room unnoticed. You joined him just a minute after he got there, flopping on the couch next to him. 

“Tough day?” He asked, putting his arm up so you could snuggle into him. 

“Just long,” you sighed. “That early start the day before a holiday made this shift feel like 20 hours, not 12. But at least I have Christmas off to spend with you and the girls before I’m back in on Thursday.” 

Joel tried to keep from smiling at the fact that you didn’t know that, by this time on Thursday, you’d be across the world. 

“Want to watch a movie?” He asked. “Your pick.” 

“Sure,” you snuggled closer. “But let’s see what Ellie and Evie want to watch, I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you guys.” 

He kissed your forehead and called the girls down, the two of them settling on Elf followed by Die Hard and you not even putting in a vote for your favorite because you never tried to put yourself first in anything. That’s why Joel was doing all this, to make sure it happened at least now and then. He made you a plate of Chinese food and you fell asleep against him when you finished it, still wearing the Christmas-themed sweater and earrings you’d worn that day to the hospital. 

“Alright, girls,” Joel said quietly. “Upstairs, Santa can’t come ’til you’re in bed.” 

Evie and Ellie shared a look before looking back to Joel. 

“Goodnight, Dad,” Evie said, getting up and helping Ellie to her feet, too. “I hope Santa can get Mom upstairs OK…” 

He snorted and watched the girls go to their rooms before laying you gently on the couch. He went and got the presents out of your closet and stashed the suitcases in the back of the car. He stuffed the stockings - you sleeping peacefully the whole time - and set up the living room the same way he’d done since Sarah was little before gently rousing you from your long winter’s nap. 

“C’mon, baby,” he said softly, cupping your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “Bed time.” 

“But…” you sat up, groggy. “We gotta set up Christmas and…” 

“Already done,” he smiled. “Let’s go, sleepyhead.” 

You sighed contentedly as he looped an arm around your waist and guided you groggily to your room. 

“You’re the best husband in the world, you know that?” You said as you burrowed against his chest once you were both in bed. 

He smiled. 

“Doin’ my best, baby.” 

*** 

You definitely missed having little kids on Christmas morning but having older ones had its perks. 

You woke up before Joel, your unreasonably early day - and bed time - on Christmas Eve rousing you before the sun.

Your husband was still snoring gently and you just watched him for a moment, a peaceful look on his face in the red and green glow of the lights on the eaves outside. You smiled. There was something so damn beautiful about the man you’d married more than 20 years ago, just getting to look at him while he slept made you feel unreasonably lucky, like you were getting away with something you shouldn’t. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, slow and gentle, and he stirred, smiling every so slightly before delicately catching your wrist and bringing it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your pulse. 

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered. 

He smiled broader, his eyes still closed. 

“Merry Christmas.” 

“Want one of your presents now?” You asked and he opened one eye so fast it made you giggle. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You leaned in close and kissed him softly, almost chastely, before moving down his body and nudging him onto his back as you went. Your lips went over the firm expanse of his chest, the soft warmth of his stomach, down to the top of his pajama pants where his thick length was already hardening for you. 

You tugged the pants down enough that you could get at his cock. You licked the tip of him, tongue circling his head before you wrapped your lips around just the very end, sucking softly at his precome. 

“Goddamn baby,” he said, already breathless, his hand coming to the back of your head as you took the whole of him slowly, tantalizingly into your mouth. 

Once you swallowed him into your throat, you moaned and held him there, sucking and savoring him before starting to move over him. You pressed your tongue against the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock, making his head run along the roof of your mouth as he started to move in shallow, gentle thrusts, working himself deeper, groaning as he did. 

“Can I have that soft little pussy, too?” He asked eventually, sounding desperate, his grip tightening on your head. “Because goddamn baby if I don’t need you right now.” 

You sucked him all the way to the tip before releasing him from your mouth. 

“You can have as much of me as you want,” you said, breathless yourself. “I’m all yours.” 

Before you had the chance to start sucking him again, he tugged you back up his body, laying you beside him before rolling to face you. He gripped your thigh, tugging your leg over his hip and tucking your panties to the side before petting at your leaking entrance. 

“Good,” he whispered. “Just the way I want you.” 

The tip of his cock replaced his fingers and he thrust just the head of himself inside of you, stretching you enough that you had to press your face into his chest to muffle your moan. 

“How do you always feel so goddamn good, baby?” He asked, tugging you closer as he pushed inside. He tucked your head below his chin, one arm below you and around you, his fingers spread wide between your shoulders, his other on the small of your back holding you in just the right place. You were completely enveloped by him as he filled you to the root, everything about your husband completely surrounding you. “Don’t deserve something as good as you.” 

You just groaned in protest, not really able to form words, too overwhelmed by the way Joel was completing you. 

Instead, you rocked your hips against him and he responded in kind, the two of you moving slowly, firmly against each other. Heat drew low inside you, concentrated on where Joel was shaping you to him and you grew tighter and tighter around him, your orgasm growing sure and steady. 

“You gonna come for me?” He whispered in your ear. You moaned and nodded against him. “Good, want you to come for me, let me feel it baby, milk me dry, c’mon.” 

You let out a strangled little sob as you obeyed, your channel fluttering and rippling around him. 

“There she is,” he breathed, keeping his pace inside you, the tip of his cock pressing into the soft place within you that made your back arch and toes curl as he ground himself deep. “That’s it, baby, keep coming, come on my cock. Fuck, you take it so well, come so pretty for me, just keep… keep…” 

He squeezed you tighter, thrust impossibly deeper and you felt him come apart inside you with a needy grunt, throbbing deep and hard as he filled you, drawing your orgasm out as he did. 

You went limp in his arms as your climax eased and his hold on you loosened just enough that he could kiss you, his lips gentle on yours as both of you came back down to earth. 

“Dunno that anything’ll top that present,” he teased lightly and you laughed. 

“One of the upsides to not having little kids running in here at six in the morning,” you smiled before kissing his chest and snuggling closer. His cock was softening inside you, the combination of his come and yours starting to drip from you. “Can we just stay like this for a while? I miss you when you’re not inside me.” 

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers trailing over your spine. 

“Course baby,” he said softly. “Think we got a bit before the girls start moving.” 

You luxuriated in the slow start to the morning, drifting in and out of consciousness with Joel’s cock nestled inside you, your husband thrusting slowly and gently now and then so he stayed deep. The sun had just started to peek through the blinds when you heard a toilet flush down the hall and you kissed Joel one last time before slipping him from you, adjusting his pants and your panties before the girls were knocking on your door. 

You loved Christmas morning with your family, loved the sense of joy and closeness as you watched your daughters open presents while you sat on the couch, snuggled up to Joel with a cup of coffee in your hands. You’d never had a holiday quite like this one growing up, always just you and your grandmother making the best of it. You treasured that, too, but it was different now, when you were surrounded by the people you loved more than anything else who loved you in return. 

Ellie was super excited about a set of really nice markers you’d asked Andrew for help in researching, Evie shrieked with glee over concert tickets for her and her girlfriend and Joel kissed you so deep when he opened the fancy coffee maker you got him the aching place between your thighs throbbed again. 

After cinnamon rolls and bacon and coffee made with Joel’s new toy, the four of you headed to Sarah’s, laughing as Carson showed you everything Santa brought him and giving Joel a look when he gave his grandson candy behind his daughter’s back. 

“Well,” Joel said, downing the last of his beer as your entire family sat around Sarah’s table after dinner and dessert, you tucked contentedly against his side. “I’m afraid we gotta hit the road.” 

You frowned, twisting to look at him. 

“What?” You asked, looking down at your watch. It was barely five. “No we don’t, I don’t need to be in until tomorrow afternoon, we can hang out and…” 

“No, Mom, you do really need to go,” Sarah said, a serious look on her face. 

“Yeah,” Ellie nodded. “Don’t wanna be late.” 

“Late for what?” You said. 

Evie looked up from her phone. 

“I just checked and everything is on time,” she said. 

You laughed, looking around at your husband and daughters. 

“What are you talking about?” You asked. “What’s on time, everything is closed. Are we going to a movie?” 

“I mean, we can when we get there if that’s what you wanna do,” Joel shrugged. “But you’d have to translate for me the whole time.”

You frowned, looking around again, all your children looking like they were about to burst with excitement. 

“Can someone clue me in?” You laughed again. “Because I’m at a loss…” 

“Oh, right,” Evie said, going into her purse, pulling out an envelope and handing it over. “Guess you’ll need that.” 

Joel was trying to hide his grin but you knew him too well for that and you just raised your brows at him as you opened the envelope. He just shrugged a little, his smile getting harder and harder to conceal. 

“What are you all up to?” You teased as you opened the envelope, unfolding the papers that were inside. 

“Guess you’ll have to look,” Joel shrugged. 

You rolled your eyes good naturedly before looking at the pages in your hands. 

It took you a second to realize what you were holding: a flight itinerary. 

You frowned. 

“Joel?” You asked looking over at him. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Joel, this…” you looked back at the paper, your heart racing. “Joel, this is a plane ticket.” 

“Is it?” He asked, smile apparent in his voice. 

“Joel,” you looked at him again. “This is a plane ticket to Paris. And it leaves in four hours.” 

“Technically, I think it’s two plane tickets,” Joel said, sitting up to look over your shoulder. “First class, in case you wanted some room to sleep on your first overseas flight.” 

“But…” Your eyes ranged over the ticket before looking around, all your daughters grinning like the cats who ate the canaries. “I have work!” 

“Well, see, that’s where you’re wrong,” Joel smirked. “Talked with your boss back in October, you’re not due back to the hospital for a few weeks.” 

“I…” you looked down and back up again. “I need to pack!” 

“Wrong again, Mom,” Sarah smiled. “Dad took care of that. And I checked his work, you’re good.” 

“We need to plan…” 

“I gave him a list of all the coolest museums,” Ellie said proudly, cutting you off.  

“And I helped Dad be a little less totally useless in French,” Evie added. 

You looked around at all of them, tears stinging at your eyes. 

“You all planned this?” You asked, a lump in your throat. “For me?” 

“Been a long time coming, baby,” Joel smiled, his large hand cradling your elbow, thumb rubbing gentle circles over you. “You deserve it. Have for a while.” 

“He’s right, Mom,” Sarah smiled, too. “After taking care of all of us over the years, it’s about damn time.” 

“You’re the best mom in the world,” Ellie agreed. “Figured it was time that you see some of it.” 

“You always do everything for all of us,” Evie said. “We really should return the favor now and then.” 

You looked back at the tickets, covering your mouth with one hand, giving up on trying to keep from crying. 

“I…” you sniffed. “I don’t know what to say!” 

“How about we just say bon voyage,” Evie said. “Because you need to get on the road or you’re going to be late for your flight!” 

You let your children usher you and Joel to the car and you gave everyone hugs as Evie and Ellie got their bags from the trunk so they could stay with Sarah. You hugged them all goodbye, having to dry your tears every time you realized exactly what was happening: You were finally going to Paris, a place you’d always wanted to go, on a trip planned by the people you loved most. 

Joel drove the two of you to the airport, you practically glowing the entire way. Joel didn’t let you carry your own bags and you were still in disbelief as you settled into your seat on the plane, a glass of champagne in your hand as you waited to take off. 

“So,” Joel smiled, watching you. “You excited?” 

“I can’t believe it,” you said, laughing a little. “I can’t… You really shouldn’t have done all this, not for me!” 

“Oh baby,” Joel reached out and cupped your cheek. “You’ve done nothin’ but take care of everyone else as long as I’ve known you. Don’t think I can ever do enough to repay you for that but you gotta let me try, at least at Christmas.” 

You smiled and leaned over to kiss him. 

“I think I can handle that.” 

He smiled. 

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said. “Or should I say… joyeux noël? That right?” 

You laughed, his accent comically bad but so charming you had to love it. 

“That’s right,” you said. “Joyeux noël.”

[crowsofdarkness]

Soldat: Chapter Five

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader. Slight Steve Rogers x Female Agent! Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: Agent Y/N has worked alongside Steve Rogers at SHIELD for some time all while keeping a dark secret from everyone. Until one day that darkness faces her head on and she's forced to make a choice. Continue fighting along side Captain America? Or find her home once again with Soldat?

Authors Note: This was originally published on my old blog as a trilogy so I will be in the slow process of adding it to this blog. This is the first of the trilogy and will take place during The Winter Soldier. If anyone is interested in being tagged, let me know!

Tags: @globetrotter28 @sakuracyberhex @chinggay85-blog @bookofriverr @misatxox @that-blonde-girl

Soldat Masterlist

Slow steady beats echoed low in the room. The weight of something unknown was weighing down my left arm as my eyes slowly fluttered open. Through hazy vision, I saw three different tubes sticking from my arm, the beeping echoing louder and faster. I went to pull the tubes out but realized my right wrist was handcuffed to the headboard of the bed I was laying on. 

“What?” Shock ran through me when I heard how rough my voice had sounded. 

“Ah, you’re awake.” 

My eyes snapped over to the doorway as someone walked in, wearing a lab coat that looked like he had missed the last couple of laundry days. 

“What the hell did you do to me?” I croaked out. 

“Tsk, no questions. You need to rest.” His accent was German. 

“Let me go!” I writhed against the bed but hissed when the metal handcuffs dug into my wrist. 

The doctor came over to my left side, shooting some unknown liquid into one of the tubes, and gave me a small smile. 

“Rest now. It’ll all be explained soon.” 

The fight in me drained as my eyes fluttered closed, the need to sleep suddenly overtaking me. 

“Soldat, make sure if she wakes up again to administer more of the serum.” 

I woke again with the feeling of being weak and drugged long gone. Oddly enough, I felt strength and power surging through my blood. I went to stand but noticed I was handcuffed to a metal chair then looked around, taking in my surroundings. Wall to wall safe boxes, iron gates, and a giant safe.

 A bank vault?

Next to where I was sitting were some random monitors that lined a lone chair in the middle of the room. What caught my eye, however, was the mechanism that was connected to the chair. 

“What-?” I started to question but abruptly shut my mouth when a group of men entered the room. 

What appeared to be Hydra men dressed in black, weapons drawn, filled the room followed by a very distraught looking soldier. 

“Soldat,” I breathed. 

Our gazes locked and for a small second, something as if remembrance flashed over his face before he was shoved into the chair. The low light of the room making the sweat of his bare chest glisten and the memories of us burning low in my belly.

“Move it,” the man grumbled. 

Someone in a white lab coat sat next to Soldat and started to work on his metal arm, it being damaged in the fight. 

“Honestly, I’m surprised Cap let you out of his sight.” 

Scoffing, I shook my head and resisted the urge to bust my way out of the handcuffs.

“Rumlow, I should have fucking known. And Steve didn’t. Your men kidnapped me.” I deadpanned. 

“It was pretty easy,” Rumlow shrugged, “You saw your precious Soldat and suddenly you were a little girl.” 

“Fuck you, Rumlow!” I spat as I tried to pull my wrist free, wanting to knock his teeth down his throat. 

A smug smile came to his face when he grabbed a fist full of my hair, a loud yelp leaving my lips. With one hand in my hair and his other wrapped tightly around my throat, I desperately gasped for breath. 

“I’ve always wondered what those lips tasted like,” Rumlow lusted. 

“How about a mouth full of blood?” I choked before slamming my forehead into his nose, him releasing me from his grasp. 

“You always were a little bitch.” 

Suddenly, I felt the cold metal of a gun pressed to the side of my head, Jack Rollins on the other end of it. The hard barrel left a mark causing me to bite my tongue to silence the pain. 

“What should we do with her?” Rollins asked. 

Soldat was silent the entire time while watching everything with an intense stare. He wasn’t the same Soldat that I knew all those years ago. He was different; more broken. There used to be a small light behind those blue eyes but now it was just darkness. 

“If Steve could see how pathetic you look right now.” Rumlow shook his head. “Does he know about the past between the two of you?” 

Rumlow pointed from Soldat to me. “Does he know that you and Sergeant Barnes fu–?”

Soldat sat up with a start, throwing the man that was working on his arm clear across the room. Suddenly, everyone’s guns and attention were on the soldier whose body was tense, rigid with what I could only see; fear. 

“Sir, he’s uh-unstable. Erratic”

Eyes fell towards the doorway and my skin quivered with disgust as Alexander Pierce walked in. The air around us went thick as Pierce looked from me to Soldat. 

“Mission report?” 

Silence from the soldier. He stared at me, a blank and emotionless look on his face. 

“Mission report. Now.” Pierce demanded. 

Pierce moved closer to him, bending at the knees to look into his eyes. Raising his hand, Pierce’s skin collided with his cheek. Feeling an intense rush of pain in my cheek, I bolted in my chair with a low yelp leaving my lips. 

What the fuck?

The slap seemed to break the soldier's frozen state and he looked up at Pierce. 

“The man on the bridge?” His brows furrowed. “Who was he?” 

“Steve,” I muttered, my heart aching to escape and find my way back to him. 

“You met him earlier this week on another assignment,” Pierce reminded him. 

No one needed to be an expert in body language to know Pierce was lying with the way his back muscles tensed underneath his suit. 

“I knew him,” Soldat breathed, glancing over to me. 

My heart hammered in my chest while my skin pricked, the hairs on my arms standing up, sadness washing over me. Except I wasn’t sad, so how come all I wanted to know was crawl under a blanket and cry?

The scrapping of a chair forced me to look away from him and watched as Pierce took a seat in front of him. 

“Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century and I need you to do it one more time,” he commented. 

Confusion rattled my brain. 

“What are you making him do?” I questioned. 

“I advise you to stay out of this, Y/N. I’m already upset that he brought you back here.” Pierce said, turning his body towards me. 

“That makes two of us,” I snapped. “You could have just let me go.” 

Pierce ran a hand over his chin. “I would have if our doctors here didn’t make a good case on why you were the perfect candidate.” 

I swallowed thickly. “Candidate for what?” 

He ignored me, giving Bucky his full attention once more. “Society is at a tipping point between chaos and order. Tomorrow morning we're going to give it a push but if you can't do your part, I can’t do mine. If you follow orders, we’ll let Y/N here go.” 

I noticed that Soldat wouldn’t look at me now, purposely avoiding my eyes. 

“Hydra can’t give the world the freedom it deserves,” Pierce finished. 

“I can’t believe you’re part of all of this,” my voice falling on deaf ears. 

“But I knew him,” Soldat assured, his lips pressed in a tight line. 

Pierce nodded before slowly standing up, nodding towards the doctors in the room. “Prep him.” 

“But he’s been out of cryo freeze for too long.” The doctor begged. 

“Then wipe him and start over.” 

“Wait, wipe him? Cryo freeze?” I stammered while finally catching Soldat’s gaze. 

His lip quivered as I read the silent plea of guilt and helplessness in the lines of his face. His chest and shoulders went rigid when he realized what was about to happen. The doctors pushed him back into the chair, the sadness vanishing. My body shook with fear as I watched his arms get locked into place, the buzzing of the mechanism on the chair coming to life. It clamped over the sides of his head, sending electric shots through his body. 

“FUCK!” I screamed while lowering my head into my lap. 

The pain felt like pins and needles being stabbed into my brain, over and over again. Our screams bounced off the walls as I choked out a loud sob, the excruciating pain causing me to fall to the floor with the chair following. My body writhed, trying to break free from the handcuffs but the crushing feeling of my head paralyzed me. It all became too much as I passed out from the intense pain. 

[supernova41st]

Scent 🕯️

Tf2 mercs scents

A/n: I was gonna say something about Medic shaving but then I got flash banged by that one picture of him with the hairy chest.

Scout

He took the term “cologne king” and ran with it.

He puts on like 10 sprays of cologne every morning guys it’s bad

Tries to cover his sleep stank with cologne every morning but it’s very much there

He does use deodorant because he’s not THAT stinky (tho spy is the one who forces him to wear it)

“Scout, did you put on your axe this morning?”

“ughhhh I don’t wanna 😒”

Uses 2 in one because he’s lazy asf. He’ll only use the good stuff if it’s from spy.

He doesn’t rlly care for face care, he uses the same bar of soap he uses to wash his ass and it works fine surprisingly

His rooms smells kinda musky but it’s subtle,it mostly comes from his mattress that he’s been using since childhood (which he barely fits on)

Heavy

Have you’ve ever been inside the car of a guy who works out frequently? Yeah

He smells musky asf, he does sweat a lot so it makes sense!

He has a subtle Cinnamon smell to him, no one knows if it’s from something he uses or if it’s natural

If you ever give him a hug god rest your soul cuz all your gonna be huffing in that day is his scent.

Def uses Dr squatch deodorant cuz he’s classy like that. Wont use cologne unless it’s a gift from someone

Spy

You’ll never catch this man being stinky, EVER.

He uses the good shit, Le Male Elixir, showers every night, and every now and then has a Smokey scent to him.

Scout begs and begs for his cologne but he’s a gatekeeping king so he won’t budge.

“SPY PLEASE JUST GIMME THE NAME”

“Absolutely not.”

“CMON-SPY WHAT ARE THE TOP NOTES? WHERE DO YOU NORMALLY SHOP??”

His shampoo has no scent + he doesn’t really care for buying the expensive stuff cuz his hair is always covered anyways.

His skincare is pretty good, uses face wash serum and moisturizer. No anti-aging stuff tho, he personally thinks aging is a privilege.

Pyro

If you can smell these two photos, you’re smelling pyro

Medic

He just smells like a hospital, but when finishing a mission he smells like straight blood.

His hospital smell mostly comes from the latex gloves he has to wear, the blood smell is from surgery’s or brutally killing enemies. (Obv)

Definitely doesn’t mind getting blood on him, so if you complain about the smell to him he’ll shrug it off.

Cologne wise he’d use something minty, he’d only ever use it when going somewhere fancy. Other than that he sees no use for cologne.

He’s quite high maintenance, so he never stinks nor does he necessarily smell good. He just smells like.. medic.

Demoman

You’ve ever took a whiff of milk to check if it’s expired? Yeah.

Sorry but he does not gaf, there’s a puke stain on his shirt from like a week ago + he uses pretty cheap cologne.

Def uses Irish spring cuz I said so, it fits him.

Would have a sleep stink but getting a sleep stink would come from a bed, lord knows he’ll make it to his bed before passing out drunk.

He doesn’t shave, he uses child safe scissors to cut his beard 😭 someone help him.

Engineer

ITS BAD.

but it’s also like, hot?

He had that garage workshop scent, he’s also sweaty cuz of course he is. For god sakes he’s in his 50s and doing garage work he shouldn’t be doing that he should be sitting down and having a fucking glass of water.

No cologne for him, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, that being all the sweat he collects from making shit he probably shouldn’t be making !!

Showers at night cuz that’s when he gets all the sweat off, he takes those piping hot showers that would burn off a normal persons skin off.

Sniper

He hangs around piss jars all day, I’ll let you do the rest.

No sleep, no cologne, just him. He just smells like rain and spoiled milk.

His camper van smell interesting to say the least, it’s not necessarily clean so it just smells like straight coffee, not the good kind.

He’s not that musty! He is quite hygienic.. in a way

He had a skincare routine, and spends half and hour in the shower cuz he ends up dozing off after a while <//3

He does NOT play about that skincare routine btw, if he sees a pimple he’s tracking down what he used to cause it.

Once he does he’ll use it as target practice lol

Soldier

This guy smells like 1000 things at once.

If you took a whiff of him he’d smell like straight dirt at first, but then it somehow transfers to a wet dog kind of smell, with a hint of oil.

*need a cologne of that

If you offer him deodorant/cologne he’ll deny it. He says that the way he smells is how god intended

His helmet smells FOULL, if you take the tiniest sniff you’re gonna pass out.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drabble Roulette: Knifeplay - Steve Rogers

Hey hey! This weekend (July 6 -7) I'm going to be playing drabble roulette! I've curated a list of characters, tropes, AUs, and kinks and I'm spinning the wheel! Hopefully I can do this once a month as a little writing exercise.

Character: Steve Rogers

Warnings: this drabble includes knifeplay, threats, and inference of coercive acts. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+.

You shiver as the blade glints from the sheath, flecks of blood dried around the handle. Steve turns it over in his hands as he examines it as you do the same from afar. He’s not the type for blades, he's more of brawler. At least from what you’ve seen. 

His hair is still shiny with sweat, small red marks on his forehead from the friction of his cowl, and his uniform is gashed and singed with the remnants of the fight. Still, he doesn’t seem worn by his mission. The adrenaline is probably pumping through him. You imagine it lasts a while with the serum. 

His blue eyes flick up and look almost frightened as he finds you staring. You give a sheepish smile and turn your gaze to the table, the other things he’s brought in. You pick up the cracked marble-like gadget you’ve yet to figure out. 

“I’ll catalogue the rest,” you offer. 

He tends to stick around longer than you prefer. You work better alone. Without distraction. He’s always talkative after his mission. 

“Any idea what that is?” He asks. 

Just along the edge of your vision, there’s movement. He continues to play with the knife. It’s just a knife. Nothing too fascination. You focus on the little orb, running the tip of a metal pick along the broken casing. 

“Not yet. I’ll run some scans. Just like everything else,” you try not to sound dismissive. He is the Cap. His work is much more important. He’s in the thick of things, you’re in the background sifting through the collateral. 

He hums and his footsteps pace stiffly along the table. You feel him round the far edge and come up beside you. He still has that knife. You want to snatch it and tell him to stop playing around. Well, he is trained. You’re certain he can handle it. 

He’s quiet as he turns the knife, first one way, then the other. He spins it lengthwise and grips the handle firmly again. He balances it and hums. 

“You don’t like me, do you, doc?” 

You don’t react to the little nickname. Tony often tosses it at you when he’s mocking your bookish ways. Still, there’s a reason you work there. 

The question catches you off-guard as much as the epithet, “what makes you say that?” 

You look over at him and wince as suddenly the knife tip is at your chin. 

“You never wanna chat,” he says. 

You swallow and your eyes cross as you look down at the blade, “well, Captain, I’m working.” 

He scoffs and touches your skin with the blade, “I’ve told you to call me Steve.” 

“Steve,” you wisp out and meet his gaze again. “You should put that down. I need to tag it.” 

He snorts and lightly trails the metal under your chin and pushes it up. You face him completely, throat bobbing nervously. What is he doing? 

“I’m not much for knives. More Bucky’s thing,” he says, “still... they can be useful.” 

You feel your skin split. Shallow. Superficial. The blade is sharp enough that it slices too easily into your skin. You hiss. 

“Cap-- Steve, what?” 

“It’s a lot easier than bruising my knuckles,” he lets up as you feel your blood smear onto the tip. “What do you prefer?” 

You flutter your lashes at him. You don’t understand what he’s asking. Your lips part and he tuts before you can speak. 

“What I wanna know is what’s more convincing?” He raises his other hand, knuckles bruised above the fingerless leather, “hm? Which one get you on my cock?” 

You suck in air but resist the urge to recoil. You almost don’t believe it. Steve Rogers. The golden boy. The picture perfect hero. 

“Pardon?” You breathe. 

“You know,” his cheeks dimple and he drops his hand, “the way your heartbeat picked up, definitely the knife,” he traces along your throat and parts your blouse collar with the metal, his eyes following the movement, “that sound..." He hooks the tip beneath the button and pops it free of the thread, “makes me hard.” 

[mochinomnoms]

Hiii! For the Hanahaki event can I request Vil (romantic) with prompt #7? A gender neutral reader would be appreciated, thanks!!

Also if youre up for it maybe prompt #12 with Ace (Platonic) with the reader’s object of affection still being Vil? This prompt with Ace is too funny for me to ignore I just HAVE to sneak him in 😭😭

vil schoenheit, platonic!ace trappola x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, humor, semi enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, sickenly sweet [wc} – 3,458 prompt 7: “I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.” prompt 12: "No, I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. Why would you even ask that?!” note - writing this was surprisingly hard. but i got it and i think it's very cute, i just hope Vil is mostly in character :skull: also i don't know german so idk if the nickname is an accurate translation! comments loved and appreciated! a floral inconvenience

Marigold: often used during festivals like Diwali and Navratri, marigolds symbolize purity, auspiciousness, and the divine.

You were going to murder him. 

“Heyyyyyy Prefect!” Ace gave you a cheeky grin as he held your glass bottle of very expensive salicylic acid serum, balancing it precariously between his fingers. “What about this? Can I take this—whoops!”

“ACE!”

You shrieked as the bottle slipped from his fingers, only to be caught by his other hand, an infuriating grin still on his hand. 

“Hehe, relax! I’m just messing around—oh shit!” The bottle slipped again from his fingers as a now panicked Ace scrambled to capture it. “Oop. Got it. It’s fine.”

“Oh my gooooooooood, Ace, I’m going to fucking kill you, give that back!” You snatched the bottle from his hands, giving him a good kick behind the knees as you walked past him. 

“Owwwww, Prefect, why are you so mean to me?” Ace pouted as you put your serum back on your desk with the rest of the skincare Vil had gifted everyone at the start of the SDC training. Ace continued whining as he packed his bags to go back to Heartslabyul, being left behind by Deuce who went to get snacks from Sam’s with Epel. 

He felt bad that all the food you had was cursed by Vil at the beginning. 

“It’s almost like you want me out of your dorm, kinda rude, you know.”

“You know what’s rude?” You smacked down the pillow Ace threw your way as you huffed, “Your face. Ugly ass, you know you had a room next door, how’d all your stuff end up in my room?”

Ace shrugged as he shoved his wrapped up sweater into the now bulky backpack he’d brought over, throwing himself onto your bed and grunting as he bounced on the squeaky frame. 

“I don’t know, how’d you burn the Queen of Hearts’s statue—”

“That was you—”

“—the world will never know.” 

You rolled you eyes as you laid on your stomach next to him, hugging a spare pillow to your face. Closing your eyes, you sighed as the events of the last few weeks replayed in your head. Between acting as manager for the SDC group, to barely keeping up with classes, to Vil’s overblot, you were utterly exhausted. Speaking of Vil…

“Ah, that’s right, I should check on Vil before he leaves. I wonder if he’s doing okay?”

“With you at his beck and call? Perfectly fine, I guarantee you.” Ace yelped as you smacked his side, giving him a red-faced glare. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ace turned on his side with a teasing smirk. The kind of smirk he gave you whenever he wanted to fluster and embarrass you in front of your friends and teachers. 

“It means whatever you want it to mean. Maybe someone should consider not acting like a little kid with a crush whenever they’re around Vil—owowowowowow—stop hitting me!”

You pounded your fists onto Ace’s sides and back as he tried to roll away from your reach, arms cradling his head in meek protection. He managed to roll off the bed, turning over to look at you briefly to stick his tongue out and politely flip you off. Ace let out a small shriek as you launched off the bed after him, running out of the room into the hall and turning into a goosechase. You could practically hear the yakety sax song playing in your head as the two of you pushed past Jamil and Kalim, the former crying out at you in annoyance. 

“Watch it!”

Ace practically threw himself down the stairs, jumping past four whole steps, using the banister to whip him around into the main hallway where he ran into the living room. Finally catching up to him, Ace positioned the coffee table between you two as he continued egging you on. 

“Ayeeeeeee, embarrassed Prefect? Gonna throw a fit?” Ace let out a low cackle as you both shifted around the table. 

“Gonna throw your ass into the fucking sun, little bitch ass! You got something to say then fucking say it!” 

Ace snorted as he pointed behind you. “You’re one to talk, you wanna talk about the marigolds coming from behind you? It’s like you’re growing a garden out of your ass, wanna talk about that?”

“The fuck? I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. The hell you’re talking about,” You turned your head to look behind you, still growling at him now with confusion. “Why would you even ask that—WHAT THE FUCK!?”

You hissed as you jumped backwards into the table, the edges jamming into your skin. Behind you had been a long trail of beautiful, shimmering orange flowers. Upon closer inspection, you were pretty sure they were marigolds. 

“...Ace, this is your fault.” 

“What! Nuh-uh, I’m not the only with flower sickness—”

“The fuck is flower sickness?”

“You know, hanahaki? The love disease? How do you not know what flower sickness is, it’s like basic 8th grade bio—”

“I didn’t go to school here, dumbass!”

Ace’s mouth formed an ‘oh’ shape as he remembered. “Oooooh yeah, I forgot.”

“Forgot what? You little potatoes are acting awfully rowdy so early in the morning.”

You looked up to see Vil standing in the hallway, a bemused Rook behind him inspecting the flowers on the ground. Vil briefly made eye contact with you, both of your sharing a small smile before an irritating, itchy feeling made its way in your throat. 

You felt a hand pack your back as you started roughly coughing up several bunches of marigolds into your hands as Ace grimaced. 

“I forgot that they’re not from here, so they got no clue about hanahaki…or any other illness…huh it’s kinda a miracle they haven’t gotten sick from something else yet.” Ace hummed, as he leaned down to look at your face. 

You made eye contact with your peripheral vision, motioning Ace to lean closer into you and horasely whispered, “Come… closer…”

Confused, Ace obliged, ear up to your lips, giving you the perfect opportunity to sock him straight in the gut. Your dear, beloved friend gagged from the pressure, hands cradling his stomach as he fell to his knees, groaning in pain. 

“Y/N…” Vil sighed in exasperation, walking over to give you a gentle flick in your forehead as he chastised you. 

“It’s unbecoming of a friend of mine to be so belligerent, do you really have to be so crass with all your friends?”

You clicked your tongue, licking the spit from your lips. “I’m not with you, besides Ace deserves it, you know how he is.”

“Mm-hmm, and how long have you been coughing out the flowers, meine Süße?”

A pleasant warmth flooded your cheeks at the nickname. You choose to ignore the tickling sensation of marigolds growing from the tops of your head, which instead formed into sneezing fits. 

“I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.” He remarked, leaning down to observe the blooms. “Now, answer my question, meine Süße.”

“Achooo! Ugh,” You sniffled as you replied, “Um, not that long—achoo!—ago, ugh. Just today—”

“Ah! The little trickster started expelling the belles fleurs approximately a month and a half ago!” Rook chirped, a little too happily for your tastes. “Two weeks after we began training for the SDC.” 

Vil let out another sigh as you whipped your head to glare at Rook, hissing out, “What. The. Fuck.”

“Excuse me?! Language Y/N!” Vil barked at you, making you flinch and burst into another coughing fit. Noticing this, he softened his voice, though the blonde still sounded angry.

“That’s nearly two months with the flower sickness, have you been taking potions to help with the symptoms?” 

You shook your head, clearing your throat. “Ahem, no, uh. I didn’t know that there was medicine for this kinda thing, haaaaa I just figured I was being pranked by someone.”

You heard a snort behind you as Ace stood back up, grumbling, “Of course you would, dumbass.” 

“I will actually kill you—”

“You will actually not.” Vil placed a gentle hand on your upper back, guiding you to the front door. “Rook, ensure everyone packs up and cleans their mess by the time we get back, I believe Kalim may still need help packing up.”

“Oui! How kind of you Vil to escort our lovely Trickster to get them a remedy for their affliction!” 

Rolling your eyes, you let Vil guide you out of the dorm, calling out to Ace, “Don’t forget to grab the rest of your stuff, it’s still in my room!” 

“Okayyy!” 

With that, the door shut behind you two as you began a pleasant walk over to what you assumed would be Sam’s shop. A pregnant silence fell over you two as you walked down the pathway leading to main street, having to maneuver past the alchemy building and botanical gardens. You were hyper conscious about his hand that remained on your back, which is when you started another coughing fit. 

“Oh you poor dear, did you really have no clue what was going on all this time?” Vil spoke to you in that soft tone that he’d been reserving for you since you first became friends, a few months ago. You’d gone into the Film Research Club interested in working as a stagehand, plus you had a good working knowledge costume design and general clothes repair, which was sorely needed. 

It’d been an incredibly rocky acquaintanceship at first, as Vil made subtle, snide remarks on your disheveled appearance, while you shot back with loud, brass comments on his ‘Regina George wannabe’ act. Now, he didn’t know who Regina George was back then, but took offense that a ‘dirty, lumpy potato would have the audacity to insult him’. 

He only kept you on in the club because no one ever willingly signed up for backstage work, and you only requested free access to spare cloth and sewing materials to fix your clothes. Vil was also more than happy to point out how scruffy the patches all over your uniforms made you look: 

“You certainly fix the part of the ramshackle Prefect, now don’t you?”

Though, looking back on it now, you’re pretty sure he wasn’t aware that everything of yours was either found in Ramshackle’s attic or bought with the meager allowance Crowley gave you. Shortly before finals, Vil found you crying in an isolated part of backstage because another first-year permanently bleached your only jacket during a botched potions class.

“What’s going on back here, practice your scenes upfront with the rest of us, I don’t care how ugly you look crying—Prefect?”

You jumped, scrambling to get back up from the dusty corner you’d shoved yourself into. You awkwardly wiped the tears from your face, wrapping your arms around yourself as you gave Vil a feeble glare.

“What do you want Vil, I already told the others that their costumes wouldn’t be ready yet, if you want me to get stuff done, you gotta stop annoying me—”

“You’ve been crying.” His simple statement shut you up, as he approached you with a firm look on his face.

“…Yeah, stating the obvious much?” you muttered back, finding the scuff marks on the ground very interesting. Vil let out a sigh, reaching into his jacket to take out an off-white, embroidered handkerchief.

“I’m trying to be sympathetic. Ugh, you’re all red and puffy, let me see.” Vil tipped your chin up with his fingertips, gently patting at the tear streaks on your cheeks. “You look worse than normal…is the red bleach stain on your uniform meant to be a fashion statement?”

Pausing at the stuttering breath you took, sniffling, you answered, “No, some dumba—”

“Language”

“—Some jerk,” you drawled, “from my last class messed up his potion, and it got all over me. Stained my only jacket, right when it starts snowing, too.”

Vil raised a brow at you, leaning back once he was satisfied with your dried cheek.

“Only one? Even Ruggie has a few spare uniform jackets from Leona, did you seriously not think ahead to purchase a spare?”

You half-laughed, half-scoffed at his statement.

“You think Crowley gives me enough money to buy another jacket for his bougie ass—I mean, fancy, school? I barely have enough to feed myself and Grim between the roof caving in and the water pipes breaking. The bathroom flooded again last week.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you felt a migraine coming in, unaware of Vil’s growing horror.

“I was lucky enough to find my uniform in the attic, it waaay too big and makes me look homeless, but at least it keeps me warm…now it just looks even more like shit.”

You finally looked up at the blonde, expecting him to lecture you on your foul language. Instead, you were surprised to see Vil’s horrified expression.

“What do you mean, you barely have enough for food?”

It was then that you discovered that no one outside your group of friends were really aware that you were stuck on campus, victim to Crowley’s whims and needs. You know the others in Heartslabyul were faintly aware of your predicament, being from another world and stuck until Crowley found you a way home. Ace and Deuce did their best to help repair things around the dorm, but could only do so much. Savanaclaw and Octavinelle knew of the disarray of your dorm, but based on comments from Leona and Floyd, weren’t aware of just how much you were struggling just to eat and sleep. 

Ruggie definitely was, seeing as he occasionally slipped you a spare meat bun or snack that he happened to buy extra of when running errands for Leona. Ruggie was a real one, as long as you didn’t point it out. 

Since that day, Vil had sort of taken you under his wing, along with Epel who you hadn’t met yet at the time. You had to give him credit, he wasn’t the villain you’d made him out to be in your head. And Vil admitted, he enjoyed that you were quick on your feet and enjoyed your banter, as long as it was unique to him. 

He spared you his previous uniforms that he’d grown out of his freshman and sophomore year, minus the band and vest, watching as you mended the waist and ends to fix your stature. More often than not, especially after hearing that you’d be stuck by yourself during winter break, Vil was sending you care packages with personal hygiene products from brand deals he never took. He’d send fabrics and sewing supplies with sewing patterns. Vil even started buying you breakfast and lunch once back to school, though you refrained from joining him for dinner in Pomefiore. 

In exchange, you managed to replicate, with his help, some of the scripts for the more famous musicals from your world. You even told him who Regina George was! He still wasn't fond of the comparison, but did find the musical intriguing. Vil was fascinated by the works of art your world produced, and just slightly enamored in the way you described them with glee and fondness. Still, the exchanges still felt a bit uneven.

You’d once made the joke that he was practically a sugar daddy, just without the sugar. He snapped back, “Well, I’m not stopping you, now am I? I’ve never had a sweet tooth, but you’re more than welcome to give me thanks, meine Süße.” 

(You spent that night screaming into your pillow with a red-hot blush while Grim looked on with concern.)

Truly, you two had developed an unlikely friendship, one where you both spoke your minds to the other with no hesitation or fear. Which is why the lack of conversation at the moment was slowly driving you insane. 

You sneaked a peek at Vil, taking a sharp breath as your eyes met his own. It seemed that he was watching you with his very lovely, sharp purple eyes. The thought sent a hot flash through you as you sneezed a flurry of petals and pollen. 

“Ooof, ugh, this is gonna make my allergies go haywire.”

“Sam will have some potions that will help with the symptoms, though you will have to confront the root of the cause.” Vil slid his hand down to rest in your mid-back, rubbing his thumb against you in a soothing motion, though it cause you to shiver and flush. 

“Yeah, okay.” you managed to squeak out, groaning as you felt the tickle of glowing marigolds pop up on your skin and in your hair. “Ummmm, so how do you get rid of, uh, Ace called it hanahaki?”

Vil nodded and opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by the faint screaming of your name. Both of you looked down the path, where you saw Deuce running over to you two, followed by a confused Epel chasing after him. 

“PREFECT! PREFECTPREFECTPREFECTPREFECT—” 

Yelping as Deuce skidded to a half and grabbed you by your arms, shaking you with intense concern, you managed to reply a stuttered, “W-w-what?” 

Deuce paused his shaking to give you a concerned lecture, “You didn’t tell us you had the flower sickness!? Why didn’t you say something, you’ve been running around for SDC all this time—”

“You too—”

“But I’m not sick!” Deuce dug through the paperbag you’d just notice he was holding and shoved a pale pink potion in your hands. “Here! Take this!”

Before you could even touch the bottle, Vil plucked it from a confused Deuce’s hands, studying it with scrutiny. 

“Hmm…This is an average allergy relief potion for hay fever, did you actually ask Sam for a hanahaki symptom relief potion, or did you just grab the first thing you saw off the shelf?”

Deuce visibly deflated, opening his mouth to sheepishly reply before Epel interrupted him with a harsh, “I told him to ask, but he got all riled up and started yammerin’—I mean, uh, talking about getting the Prefect help immediately.”

Vil sighed, handing Deuce the potion back and shooed the two away with a wave of his hand. 

“Just go back, I’ll handle it, just make sure your messes are all cleaned up before we get back.”

The two replied, “Yes sir!” and continued on their path, waving goodbye to you. Though you could hear Epel mumble to Deuce, “Those are marigolds, right? I think Vil’s favorite flowers are those, you don’t think…”

You slowed down to ponder Epel’s words, remembering what Ace initially called the illness. 

“Vil…Ace called it a love sickness…would these flowers related toooo, I don’t know, a hypothetical crush somehow?” 

Vil briefly opened his mouth, closing it as he hesitated to speak. You think you could make out a soft blush on his cheeks. 

“Yes. Your hypothetical crush must favor marigolds. Can’t say I blame him, I’m fond of them myself…” 

The two of you made eye contact, a knowing look in his eye and tone making your heart skip a beat and you look down in embarrassment. 

“Oh…I see…” You coughed awkwardly, a few petals flying from your mouth. “So you said there was a way to get to the root cause?”

Vil hummed, stopping at the entrance of Sam’s shop to turn to you with an unreadable expression. 

“Yes, as an illness based on love, appropriately the cure is to confess your feelings to the one you’ve found yourself fancying.”

A cold flash went through your body as your stomach dropped. Again. “Oh.” The thought of confessing to Vil made you sick, like you could puke at a drop of a coin at any moment.

“I wish you’d mentioned something sooner, I could’ve helped you…ease into it.” Vil murmured,  his hand moving to cradle your cheek. He squished your cheek with a fond look in his eye. 

“I know it’s a daunting task…I won’t rush you into it.” Vil moved his hand to brush your hair away, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “When you’re ready to say something, just let me know.”

Leaning back, VIl covered his mouth to hide his amused smirk. Your face was a blazing red as the marigolds grew a trail down your neck and chest. He motioned for you to follow him into the shop, holding the door open as he held a hand out to you. At the moment, you’re having a hard time imagining why he’d only ever been typecast in villain roles, he looked more like an enchanting love interest catered for you specifically. 

“For now, I’ll be by your side. I will wait for you, meine Süße.”

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule Spinoff: Elysian

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: BECAUSE DADDY'S HOME! I am so, so so so so happy he’s back. Extremely proud of our blorbo. My heart is fulllll. Also pls note that Latibule and Elysian’s timeline is happening simultaneously 😁

Masterlist, Part V of __

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Jung Hoseok asked as he watched incredulously his brother, Kim Seokjin, ‘fought’ with Taehyung.

Or rather, as he watched him willingly got beaten up by the younger man. This was a rather peculiar event as their oldest hyung was rarely seen to be in this state. He always thought he was above petty brawls even when the maknaes begged the mafia prince to spar with them. They knew how good he was, if not the best among them. He had rigorous trainings since he learned how to walk. In fact, they witnessed how good he was, but Kim Seokjin was never one to brag about his skills. On the other hand, he always took pride on how he looked, never one to be seen with even a strand of hair out of place. His clothes were never seen with any crease at all that one would think he didn’t move throughout the day. It was so ridiculous that his pairs of sleepwear were of the highest quality. You’d never catch this man slipping.

See, one would think that he was truly a prince because of the standard he held himself in.

But now, he was not even pretending to put up a fight even as Taehyung landed blows after blows until the younger man hesitated. Even someone as emotionless as him knew something was wrong which proved just how peculiar their hyung was acting. Had he been in his right mind, he wouldn’t even let Taehyung’s fist near his ‘glorious’ and ‘worldwide handsome’ face. Well, his words and not theirs.

Hoseok and Namjoon, on the other hand, knew for certain that should Seokjin wanted to fight, he could do so. After all, they witnessed firsthand the unhinged and dangerous version of their hyung before he decided that he would rather pamper his skin with expensive creams and serums than the stark blood of his enemies, and well sometimes, even friends.

“Hyuuuung!” Taehyung finally snapped, pouting at Seokjin who had blood dripping from the open gash on his forehead. “You agreed!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes as he wiped the blood on his plump lips. “Did I? Because I vividly remember that you asked me to spar and I didn’t say anything.”

“You stood up and went in the ring with me!” Taehyung snapped back, his eyes wide before looking at his brothers as though to point out how ridiculous Seokjin was being.

Namjoon quietly chuckled at the scene in front of him. They were gathered somewhere in an unnamed basement building and two of his brothers were sparring as the four other brothers keenly watched as though this was the most interesting thing in their life. If anyone saw these six distinguished men in their respective fields acting like this, Namjoon thought that they wouldn’t even believe their own eyes. Heck, this dark basement had two distinguished police officers, the top doctor in the country, actor who won the most prestigious awards, a tech genius with numerous connections with the world leaders, and yours truly, the best attorney in the country that had a stellar case win rate and was constantly being asked by political groups to join them. They were just missing the chief of police, Min Yoongi. They still couldn’t reach him since last week.

They were used to him vanishing like that, but Namjoon’s senses told him that this time it was different. His eyes shifted to the smiling man next to him, his phone capturing the scene like he was always fond of doing. He couldn’t help but noticed the slight limp he was sporting when he walked in. His draconic eyes shifted to the faint bruises in his knuckles which he claimed were all from training.

“Right, Joonie?” Hoseok suddenly turned to him, his pleasant smile ever present on his face.

“What?” he blinked, suddenly dawning on him that everyone’s attention was on him.

“Where are you? Is Namjoon in the room with us?” Hoseok kidded before playfully bumping his shoulder. “I said, hyung didn’t explicitly give his consent to the sparring. Taehyung was wrong-“

“Hyuuuung!” Taehyung stomped his foot in indignation, acting like the baby they knew he was.

Jungkook chuckled as Tae’s statement, thoroughly enjoying the scene. “You hit Jin hyung without his consent. Tsk tsk.”

“But he went in the ring and stood there! Taetae is not wrong,” Jimin defended his agemate before letting his Slytherin ways that had always thrived in chaos won. “But then again, Taehyung, how can you hit that face? Come on, man, that’s just wrong.”

And chaos ensued as all five of them spoke over one another while the subject of the chaos was emotionlessly wiping the blood on his face with his towel he probably imported from Japan. He didn’t care of the chaos brought by his nonchalance in the violence, taking his sweet time to gulp water from his bottle as though nothing bothered him, as though the wounds and forming bruises on his body didn’t hurt.

“Fine, fine!” Taehyung relented, raising both his hands to stop the verbal assaults being thrown from both sides. “But why did he let me hit him so many times?! He could have stopped me! Hell, he could take all of us if he wanted to!”

“That makes sense,” Jungkook agreed, nodding his head before turning his doe eyes to his hyung who was now silently looking at his phone. “If noona sees you like this, she won’t like you anymore.”

“She already doesn’t like me.”

That was the first time he opened his mouth that night after brooding in the basement for so long and spreading his dark energy. Even Jungkook who was always found to be sitting next to him in any occasion opted to sit on the other side of the room.

“Who’s she?” Namjoon asked, his brows pinched together from confusion and curiosity. Girl? Hyung was with a girl when he didn’t even look at them before because, as he quoted, ‘why bother when his visual was better that theirs?’

“You know? The girl I posted in my Instagram story with hyung?”

At Namjoon’s blank stare, Jungkook exploded. “You still hadn’t followed me back?! The audacity, Attorney Kim! Until now, I’m still stuck as a liker and commenter on all your posts! All you follow is your secretary and all you post is her son and her! And plants! It’s like I don’t matter to you-”

“Okay, so who’s she?”

Jungkook blinked, “She’s a doctor in hyung’s hospital. She’s kind and pretty, and she likes Taylor Swift, and she bought me samgyupsal. And you!”

He pointed at his Jin hyung with accusation in his eyes. He squinted his doe eyes at him before sauntering near to him. “What did you do?”

Seokjin lifted his dark eyes on him before putting down his phone. “Why do automatically think it’s something I did?”

“Noona literally had heart in her eyes when she looked at you! And am I wrong? Was it not your fault?”

His silence was enough to confirm Jungkook’s accusation. He scoffed as he straightened up and thought to himself that somehow, in a room full of intelligent and capable men, he was surrounded by idiots.

“Fix it or else I’ll give the engineer in my office her name. He’s been pestering me to introduce noona to him ever since he saw her on my Instagram and I might just give it to him-“

“What’s his name?!” Seokjin cut him off, suddenly standing to his full height and with so much force that the chair he was sitting on fell back to the ground.

“No!”

“Get back here and give me his name!”

“I’m leaving!”

“Jeon Jungkook, you get back here right now! Where does he live?!”

-

Had you been an outsider to all this fiasco, then you would surely feel sorry for he-who-shall-not-be-named aka Voldemort aka Kim Seokjin. Had you been an outsider to this situation, then you would surely find this all funny.

But you weren’t. You were, in fact, in the middle of it all.

You decided the moment you went home after he slandered your name, belittled you, and short-of shouted at everyone that he would never fall for you because you didn’t pass his taste. In fact, and you quoted, you were ‘so below him’ and you weren’t the same stature as him that he was embarrassed for someone to even think that he felt something for you.

What a dramatic person, you thought. Why would you be hurt over a crush? Why would you even cry over it?

You sat with your feelings that weekend. You thought and thought hard enough to know that the reason why you bawled your eyes out the moment you exited that coffee shop and why you lost your appetite and stayed in bed was because all he said was the truth.

Were you beneath him in stature? Check.

Was his taste in women beyond you? Check.

Were you below him? Check.

Did he only entertain you because you were funny? Damn right you were. You were hilarious as fuck.

But still, you called in sick for work after weekend passed. You were still hurt and quite frankly, too embarrassed to even see him or any people from the hospital that knew how hard you were chasing him. You sat with your feelings long enough to realize that just because some guy, no matter how perfect he was in the outside, didn’t like you back did not mean that it was the end of the world. Your mother did not raise a weak woman. Well, she really didn’t raise you, but anyway!

You decided to do exactly what you did best.

Avoidance.

According to an article written by Lebow in 2022, somatic avoidance refers to steering clear from situation that elicit a physical response similar to anxiety or stress response. Right now, you were actively avoiding your greatest stress in life. So when you met his eyes as you walked to the entrance of the hospital, you pretended to not see him. You continued as though nothing was amiss, as though seeing him after hiding and housing your pain for days did not affect you in any way. You weren’t blind, though. You couldn’t help but notice how exhausted he looked. You couldn’t help but notice a faint bruise on his otherwise perfect face. You felt the gnawing curiosity forming in your mind as to how he got that when you thought that he was someone who would never get into a fight. Foolishly, you thought that he was someone who would rather resolve issues in a calm and civil manner than inflict pain on other people.

“Y/N, wait-”

You continued walking and like the asshole that he was, he didn’t take the hint that you didn’t wish to speak to him, nor hear whatever he had to say. He had embarrassed you enough to last a lifetime. The distance you placed between the two of you were rapidly closed by his long legs. If he noticed how you were almost running to the elevator to escape him, he didn’t say anything. By some miracle, you lost him as the lobby was now bustling with patients, visitors, and employees alike. You greeted your colleague as you entered the elevator. She was making small talk about what happened during your absence, yet you were too distracted to engage. Instead. you repeatedly pushed the close button, which she frowned at.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” she asked as she watched you act peculiarly.

“Just…you know. Running late.”

“Honey, it’s 6 in the morning.”

The doors were finally starting to close, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You knew it was too soon to celebrate when the door barely closed because just as the gap was about to disappear completely, a hand shot through, triggering the sensor and causing the doors to slide back open. Your stomach dropped as he stepped into the elevator, his eyes locking onto yours. The small, enclosed space suddenly felt suffocating.

Kim Seokjin stared into your eyes as he entered. His dark eyes held yours hostage even as you scooched to the left side of the lift. He sighed, merely nodding at the greeting of your coworker. His broad shoulders made the lift seemed small when it was anything but.

It was three floors later, and yes, you counted. You’d honestly rather watched the elevator screen than turned to him as he blatantly looked at you.

“Doctor Y/N–“ He started, almost making you jump when he broke the silence.

“Oh my God, what’s that?” you turned to your colleague, and now, a victim of your pettiness.

“What?” she frowned, sensing the tension between the two of you and wanting nothing but to get off the lift.

“I just felt chills in my right side,” you answered, rubbing your arms because fuck it, you were going to show him how good you could act. You didn’t join the theatre when you were in high school for the fun of it! Nope, it was just that you had always been dramatic and you thought it would be a waste of God-given talents, really.

She lifted her eyes sheepishly at the doctor that held the highest position in the hospital who only had eyes on you. “Y/N, that’s Doctor Ki-“

“Like a disturbed ghost. Very scary,” you shuddered exaggeratedly before clasping your hands and murmuring a short prayer. “I hope he finds peace. Or not.”

Seokjin’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing slightly. Your colleague glanced between the two of you, clearly uncomfortable and unsure of what to say.

The elevator dinged again, the doors sliding open, and you took the opportunity to escape the ghost of your past aka Voldemort. Fuck it, you thought. You’d rather walked five flights of stairs than stay another second with that man. Honestly.

You thought that was the end of it. You wished it was the end of it and you couldn’t be more wrong.

It was late at night when you finally finished your work. Your back was killing you, and you felt like another cup of coffee wouldn’t wake you up but rather send you to an early death. You were definitely not looking forward to your commute back to your apartment. Regardless of the weariness you felt, you couldn’t help but feel satisfied with the work you did today. You thought that you lucked out on the career path you chose because you were able to help people heal where it was the hardest to heal in.

But heavens, you just wished this job paid better.

You sighed as you exited the hospital, and you sighed even deeper when someone stepped in front of you. You knew before you even lifted your eyes who it was. The polished shoes and the obviously expensive suit were enough telltale signs that you were once again in front of him and that he was once again going to bother you.

“Are you going home?”

You looked directly at him for the first time since that day. And damn it! He looked good, you hated it. You tilted your head to the side when he smiled at you. “Come on. It’s late. I’ll drive you home.” He pointed at his expensive white car that was conveniently parked in front of the entrance, a clear violation of the hospital premises rules. But who were you to talk, anyway. He was the damned owner, and he could do whatever he wanted, apparently.

You scoffed as you walked away from him, spotting a taxi that just dropped off a passenger in front of the hospital. You’d rather commute than go with him, you thought. Just as you opened the door, a particularly large hand pushed it close. You looked up to see him leaning down and handing the taxi driver crisp bills.

“Leave.”

Never had you witnessed a taxi drove as fast as he did away from you, the tires screeching dramatically as he sped away from the building.

You turned to him, anger and irritation coursing through your veins. You were physically, mentally and emotionally tired. This was the last thing you needed tonight.

“That was rude.”

He lifted his dark brows at that. He looked down at you and only then did you notice that the hair he usually kept neat seemed slightly disheveled.

“Actively avoiding me, calling me a ghost, and walking away from me when I’m talking to you is what’s rude,” he shot back, his voice just as dark as his eyes.

“Calling me beneath you is ruder, don’t you think? Acting like you were my friend when you were merely toying with me is more improper, don’t you think?”

He flinched at every shot you took. His blunders were by no means light, but he wanted-. No. He needed to make this better. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat and his face lost the glow he had always bragged about! This was a disaster, and this was him putting it on a lighter note.

“I’m-“

“Look, buddy,” you breathed, easing the irritation you were feeling. “What will make you stop?”

“I want to apologize-“

“K. Do it,” you cut him off with a wave of your hand, wanting this to be done so that you can at least get a roughly five hours of sleep once you get home.

He frowned, blinking rapidly at your sudden change of heart. “I’m sorry. I’m terribly sorry-“

“Forgiven. Bye.”

Part VI

[five-rivers]

Prompt: Danny’s birth was an accident.

A lab accident, to be precise.

The problem with researching something as esoteric as ghosts was that you had to source all your own materials. If you wanted to know how high ectoplasm concentrations affected human cells, you either had to buy from ethically dubious medical supply companies or use your own.

Maddie used her own. Or Jack's. They worked together, and he was fine with it, so it was essentially the same thing, ethically, if not biologically.

Either way, they kept a whole variety of tissue samples, sourced from themselves. Cheek swabs, bone marrow samples, skin, hair, a tooth Jack had to get pulled, blood, serum and whole, a couple biopsies from different organs, spinal fluid, sperm, a collection of egg cells.

If they were going to market their inventions as family friendly and safe, they needed to know it wasn't going to render anyone sterile. They had Jazz already, and one child was quite enough, but other people might want more. Or assurances it wasn't going to mutate their children, before or after birth. Although in Maddie's opinion, that was quite ridiculous. Ectoradiation was quite different from electromagnetic radiation, or alpha radiation, or other traditional types.

So, that was what Maddie was researching now. Eggs and sperm. She wasn't about to do anything fertilized, of course. Too many ethical problems. But she would put a different concentration of ectoplasm in each test tube for one set, then duplicate those concentrations for the second set, then set up some eggs in one set of vessels, and a sample of sperm in the other, then run them for the same amount of time. Fourteen with eggs, fourteen with sperm. A bit of an odd number, but that's what happened in independent labs. Test tubes broke, and then if you wanted to control your experiments, and keep everything the same, you had to do things in odd numbers. Or buy new test tubes. But the more time you spent shopping, the less time you spent experimenting.

She started with the eggs. One by one, putting them into the the test tubes. One... two... three... four... bottom of the column... five... six... seven... eight... bottom of the column... nine... ten... eleven... twel--

"Maddie! I'm taking Jazz out to see you know who for you know what!"

"Dad!" said Jazz, her two-year-old voice squeaky with outrage. "I know we're going to the doctor!"

"Oh, right!" she called back. "That was today, thanks you for remembering, hun!" Usually, she was the one of them to remember important dates, but Jack was really on top of things for Jazz. It was nice.

"No problem, Mads! Good luck with the mutation experiment!"

"Thanks!" She turned back to the rack of test tubes. Now, where was she? She'd just finished that row... She had sorted them by row, hadn't she? Of course she had. So, she should start with the sperm. Right

She picked up the pipette and started from the top of the column. One.. two... three... four... She kept going, until she hit fourteen, and still had two test tubes left.

Well. That wasn't good. She must have-- Had she overlapped? Or had she just not finished filling the egg test tubes? If the latter, she could just put the last two eggs in the last two test tubes. And label them a little more carefully. She rearranged her worktable and peered into the container she'd carried the thawed eggs over in.

One. One unopened egg.

Hands shaking slightly, Maddie counted back to the thirteenth test tube. The one with the second-highest concentration of ectoplasm. The one that she had almost certainly put both an egg cell and sperm into. She pulled it out of the rack and set it in an empty one, then sat and stared.

This was a serious mistake.

Oh, she knew she could just dump it out in the sink or in the biological waste box, or any number of other things. Even moving at their fastest, sperm took a while to get into an egg. It might not have gotten there yet. And even if it had... Few people would consider a single cell a human being. But... Maddie had been raised Irish Catholic. She couldn't...

She sighed. Before she got carried away, she needed to check to see if it had even... taken, she supposed she should call it. If there was any life there. The ectoplasm could very well have acted as an inhibitor.

She licked her lips and reached for a microscope. First, find out what had happened, then talk to Jack, and then... then they would decide what to do. Together.

[xoxoavenger]

Hi! I saw your ask were open!!

I was thinking of Bucky with a fem!reader who's a time travelling witch. She's the old-fashioned, harry potter-esque kind and they meet in the 40s by accident after she heals pre-serum Steve but he never got her name.

He sees her again after a portal opened in the Compound where all the Avengers where reunited to discuss a plan. She gets spit out of the portal with her familiars and he recognises her immediately bc of the way she's dressed but she can't due to his arm/the longish hair and because she "just saw" him in her last time travel and him and Steve did not look like THAT.

Everyone's confused why Bucky insists he knows her and that she can help with their situation.

I LOVE this request omggg! I tweaked it a tiny bit to fit the plot, and also i've never seen/read harry potter lol. I wrote this in basically one sitting yesterday but I finished it at like 4 am and fell asleep proofreading it but now its here and I hope you enjoy!

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pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Witch!Reader

word count: 5122

warnings: reader does not call Bucky 'James' in this one (ik I just made the announcement but there is a reason I promise), Salem Witch Trials mention/explanation, Bucky's traumatic past mention

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"I told you to stay with me." Bucky says lowly as he wipes Steve's forehead with a cloth he had stolen from a nurses station. His best friend had picked another fight, except this time there was a knife involved. The doctors stitched him up the best they could, but his body is already so fragile, he's got an infection he's struggling to fight. Bucky feels so helpless, and even though Rebecca keeps telling him that short of kidnapping Steve, there was nothing he could have done.

Steve doesn't answer, eyes closed and mouth parted slightly as his shivers. He's sweating but freezing, and Bucky doesn't even want to look at the bloody mess that is the gauze covering the infected gash on Steve's malnourished body. Bucky feels guilty about this - he should have been there, he should have made sure that Steve wasn't in trouble. The kid loves to find trouble wherever he is, but Bucky never imagined this would happen.

Bucky's parents have come by, brought him food that's been left on the table untouched for hours, because Bucky feels sick just being in this room. But he can't leave, no, because this is his best friend, and his best friend doesn't have any family. Doesn't have anyone but him.

"You can't die on me, pal." Bucky whispers, emotion clouding his voice and making the words sticky as they climb up his throat. "I still need you."

It happens too fast for Bucky to figure out what exactly is going on. One minute, he's alone in the dark room, then next there's a bright purple light. A woman stumbles through, dressed in a long, dark lavender skirt that's high waisted, a white, pleated blouse tucked into it. She has a matching bow tied around the neck collar. There's a lace trim around the skirt, making her look old fashioned, even though she looks like she's probably his age. She's carrying a briefcase, and just when Bucky thinks this entire situation can't get any weirder, a black owl flys through the purple light and lands on the other chair that Bucky wasn't occupying.

The woman had been running from something, her momentum taking her forward until she hits the end of Steve's bed, dropping her briefcase and falling onto the floor. Bucky is frozen, not sure exactly what to do.

"Ow," She whispers, using the bed to stand up.

"Who the hell are you?" Bucky whispers, standing from his spot. He looks over at the owl, who's just staring there, then back at the woman, who now has her briefcase on the bed where Steve's skinny legs aren't taking any space.

"There's no time." She says, and Bucky looks over to see her briefcase filled with herbs and bottles and crushing tools. "Is he your friend?" She asks, finally looking up at Bucky. She's beautiful, her face seemingly timeless.

"Yes." He says, because he doesn't know what else to say. "Where did you come from?" He asks, watching her pull Steve's blanket down to get a better look at his wound.

"A portal." She answers, as if it was obvious.

"What?" He asks, and she takes a deep breath, before she looks at him. His brain is so jumbled, and his eyes keep going over to the owl, still just staring.

"I'm a witch. I time travel to places that need my help, and it seems your friend here is in desperate need." She answers, and Bucky can only blink as she moves Steve's hospital gown away to take a look at the gauze. It's already bloody, and puss is oozing from it, the infection making itself known. "What's his name?"

"Steve. I'm Bucky." He answers, without a second thought. "How-how does the portal know who needs help?" He asks, watching her begin to go to work. She pulls herbs out, and then begins to crush them together.

"The portal doesn't know that." She laughs, as if Steve isn't dying so bad that a time traveling witch came to save him.

Maybe Bucky's dying. That must be the only way to explain why an owl is sitting in Steve's hotel room.

"I made a spell that takes me to people who are meant to help the world that are dying. It seems your friend is important." She explains, but Becky's still lost.

"So you only save the important people?" Bucky asks. She adds a couple liquids that Bucky isn't familiar with, and then starts to spread it on Steve's wound. Bucky almost stops her, but he has a feeling Steve's gonna die without the help anyway.

"No," She tells him, smiling warmly as she finishes her spread. She moves over to Steve's bedside table, where a small roll of gauze is. "There are some people who need saving, because later on in life they do the saving. Your friend isn't supposed to die right now." She says, taking her tools toward the bathroom. Bucky checks on Steve, who already seems to be breathing easier, then follows her.

"So you just spend your life saving people?" He asks, watching her clean her tools in the sink.

"Yes." She says quietly, and Bucky frowns.

"What about your own time? What about your family? Friends?" He asks, and she blinks because damn, this guy asks a lot of questions. He's also accepted the 'witch' part of this story with surprising speed; if everyone reacted like this, she would tell them outright who she was instead of lying and saying she was a healer.

"Ya know, of everyone I've saved, no one ever asks this personal of questions." She says, turning the water off and looking over at him. "I just saved your friend, who is destined to do great things, and you're worried about my time?" She asks, and Bucky's stunned. This witch is telling him that Steve, skinny, defenseless Steve, is supposed to save people. His life is so important that it caused a magic potion to stop in their timeline to save him, out of all the other people in other times she could be saving.

"I guess, it just seems like a lonely life. Do you ever take a break?" He asks, causing the witch to scoff, passing him to go back to her briefcase.

"I mean, yeah, but my days aren't the same as yours. I can go from the middle of the night in the fourteenth century to broad daylight in the twenty first." She says, and Bucky is honestly shocked by this. She seems so put together for how much she's going through.

"Maybe you should stay here. Get some rest." He doesn't know why he offers, only that he doesn't want to see her go. He feels connected to her; she's someone who's only trying to do good, who feels out of place but is trying their best. He needs to know more about her, needs to know everything.

"Nice try," She says with a smile, and he hopes she knows that he means the offer genuinely. She takes something out of her briefcase before shutting it, looking up at him one last time. "But people need me."

"I want to see you again." He blurts out, because if he doesn't tell her, he knows that she'll be lost forever. She looks shocked, genuinely torn now, as if she hadn't expected him to say something like that. "Please," He realizes she never told him her name, and it makes his heart race with anxiety.

"Maybe one day, Bucky." She says, and it seems so sincere, so meaningful, that he could never guess what her next sentence would be. She throws the powder she was holding on the ground, a purple light appearing just like the one that did right before she came into the room. Her owl flies and finds a spot on her shoulder, so she looks over the other one, straight at Bucky as she stands before the portal. "But I really hope you won't need saving that badly."

And then the only witch Bucky had ever met was gone.

He stared at the spot for what felt like hours, but he couldn't be sure how long it really was. Soon, Steve woke up, no longer sweating and actually now hungry. The doctors called it a miracle, and Steve called him crazy when Bucky recounted the story, but Bucky knows what happened. He knows that there was more to her than she let on, and he knows there was a connection. But he also knows that he isn't important enough to be saved if he were to be hurt.

His fears are only confirmed when he's taken by Hydra the first time, dying underground. He prays to her, to that stupid fucking potion she had said that choses where she goes, but she never comes. He imagines it a couple times, but after awhile he knows it's not real. It's only worse when he falls off the train, when he cries out a mess of emotion, because he doesn't know her goddamn name. He stares at the blood soaking the snow, left behind like a phantom hand, and he knows that she meant what she said. She must have known that he didn't need saving, because he wasn't worth it.

The only good part of him getting his memories stolen was he was no longer plagued with the hope that she would rescue him.

~

As Y/N steps through the portal, she wishes she would have stayed in 1940 with Bucky. She is tired, she's been running through these portals for too long, and the job before Steve was risky. She doesn't even want to think about how she barely escaped, how she felt like she couldn't breathe the whole time. But she saved someone, and in doing so they're going to save many people, so it was a success. Even if right now, she feels like she just wants to curl up in her childhood bed and listen to the sounds of rain hitting the dirt outside.

As always, it takes her a moment to get acclimated with the scene around her. She's in a room, a bright one, so it must be some time in a newer century. It looks very much like the twenty-first century modern decorative take that she was afraid of the first time she was transported, but by now she's come to be familiar with many of the styles around the world. She doesn't go to the twenty-first century much, and it always scares her given that there is so much technology she doesn't quite understand.

"Who the hell invited Laura Ingalls?" A man says, and she turns to see him in a completely metal suit. It frightens her slightly, as she's never seen anything like it.

"Holy hell," A huge blonde man whispers from beside a bed. He's got a weird costume on as well, red white and blue. Y/N looks and sees everyone around her has weird costumes on, and she has no idea why she's here and who needs help.

"Where did you just come from?" An even bigger blonde with long hair asks, red cape dangling from his shoulders. She blinks at him, too overwhelmed to answer.

"And who are you?" The most normal of them all seems to be an archer dressed in all black, but even then she's not sure just based on the fact that he's hanging out with these people.

"Okay," She says mostly to herself, because this is just a group of crazy people. She can deal with them. She just needs to figure out who's hurt and what's wrong with them, and then she can go find somewhere to sleep. "I'm here to help. Is there someone who's injured, or maybe sick?" She asks, looking around the group.

"You're the witch." The blonde near the bed says, and Y/N blinks at him.

"Is it that obvious?" She asks, looking at Azio. Her owl just flys over to an empty shelf to perch, watching the group and making sure nothing bad happens.

"You know her?" A girl with dark red hair and a black suit asks.

"Look, if no one is hurt," Y/N started, but someone had to be at least ill. Sometimes, people didn't even know they were sick, and she had to diagnose them and give them the medicine she hoped would help cure them.

"No! No, we need your help." The man rushes, and Y/N feels slightly concerned by this. This man clearly seems to know her, but she would remember meeting someone so... large.

"Alright," Y/N started, looking around the group again. She paused when she saw a literal red man, and then turned back to them. The blonde man looked desperate, a lot like Bucky had just been. She hoped that Bucky was okay, wherever he was.

"What's she going to do? She looks like she doesn't even know what electricity is." Y/N turned to glare at one of the men, because she noticed there was only two women in this room besides her.

"She's a witch." The blonde repeats, and Y/N still doesn't remember who he is.

"I'm sorry, have we met before? I don't remember you." She says, and it's silent for a couple moments as everyone looks at them.

"Well, technically I haven't met you, but you healed me. In 1940." The man says it so matter of fact, but Y/N's sure he must be lying, or at least misremembering.

"What year is it?" She asks, a smile on her face because this must be some sort of prank.

"It's 2016." The man in the metal suit says. Y/N pauses, because that would make the blonde man around a hundred years old.

"Why are you lying?" She asks, walking closer. "I only healed one man in 1940, and he did not look like you." It's then that she notices the man laying on the bed. He has long, dark hair, and he looks like he's been through hell and back. She feels a sort of connection, but she's pretty sure she's never seen him before.

"I know. I'm Steve." He says from next to her, grabbing her attention back.

"Steve did not look like that." She says, looking down his large body. She turns back to the man on the bed, who seems to have a metal arm? She's pretty sure her potion keeps her in one universe, but she can't be too sure, especially with all these weirdos.

"Bucky told me about you." The man claiming to be Steve continues, and Y/N just puts her briefcase on the bed, opening it up. The name makes her pause, but she has to keep her cool. She needs to get out of this time. "He'd be so glad that you came to help him." Steve's words make her vision turn white with emotion.

"Stop!" She yells, because this man is implying that the person in this bed, who looks so horribly tortured, is Bucky. And he's not that much older than the Bucky that she just met. "Please, just let me heal this man, and then I can leave." There are tears in her eyes, because this is too much. Bucky reminded her too much of herself. She couldn't risk the connection.

"We had to knock him out, and he hasn't gotten back up. There's something wrong with his head." A woman with lighter red hair and a soft voice says, her costume completely and ridiculously red. Y/N nods, not wanting to know why they hit him that hard. She lifts his head, feeling around. She finds the problem, the large incision on the side of his head. She makes a fast acting concoction, using some of her own magic to help speed up the healing process. Just in case this is actually Bucky.

"How do you know Steve and Bucky from the 1940s?" The red head in the black outfit slides next to Y/N as she's packing her stuff up, ready to leave this shit-show.

"I just healed Steve in 1940, and he didn't look like that." Y/N whispers to her staring at the man in the bed. His face is bruised, and his hair is long, but she can't help but think about how this man may be the man she just had a connection with.

"Yeah," The woman laughs lightly. "He was injected with this serum that made him super strong, probably not too long after you left. He's still the same guy, though." Y/N turns to her, because she sounds honest but Y/N feels so conflicted.

"How would you know?" She asks defensively, making the red head chuckle once more.

"The serum just enhances everything that was there before. It makes good better, and bad worse." Her smile drops as she looks at Bucky. Y/N follows her gaze, because the man is starting to gain consciousness.

"What happened to him?" Y/N whispers, finally taking in that this is the same bright eyed man she saw what feels like moments ago. Even asleep, his face looks so scarred by life. She wishes there was a way for her to fix it, but she wasn't called to any time in between 1940 and now.

"He got the serum too. But a different version, from different people." The red head looks a lot less playful now, and Y/N wonders just how much Bucky has had to go through.

"How are they alive?" She finally asks the question that's been on her mind. They've got to be pushing a hundred years old, and yet Bucky doesn't look much older than the last time she saw him. Steve may look different than when she healed him, but he's still young.

"Steve crashed a plane carrying bombs into freezing water over the Arctic. Due to the serum, he was able to survive being frozen for about 70 years." She doesn't comment on Bucky, and just as Y/N is about to ask the man in question begins to wake up.

"Buck?" Steve is at his other side, watching Bucky open his eyes and blink against the harsh light.

"What happened?" Bucky rasps out, and Y/N fights her gasp. His voice is so much lower, so much more pained than the voice she heard in 1940. "What did I do?" He rephrases with wide eyes, looking at Steve and then at the man in metal, who stands at the end of the bed.

"Nothing we couldn't handle. It's not your fault." Steve answers. Y/N looks around for answers, but it seems no one has them. "We're just lucky you're okay."

"Yeah, well, Hydra at least had a good enough serum to keep me alive." Bucky grunts as he sits up, still not noticing the witch to his right.

"It wasn't the serum, Bucky." Another man in metal armor, one Y/N hadn't noticed before, steps up, arms crossed. He looks serious, and Y/N looks away like she's in trouble.

"What?" Bucky asks, confused. He looks around slowly until he finally lands on her. "It's you," He whispers, because he never got her name.

"Yes," She says, heart in her throat.

"You finally came." Bucky sounds so relieved, a little closer to the man she first met. "You finally saved me." He says it so soft that most of the people in the room can't hear it, but they all want in on this information. Bucky has never shown this much interest in anyone.

"Alright, we all have debriefs to fill out. Let's leave them alone." The red head says, forcing everyone out of the room. Steve is the last one to leave, smiling and winking at his friend.

"Told ya she was real." Bucky smirks, and Steve rolls his yes and mutters 'punk' before walking out of the room too. Y/N and Bucky are left alone, and while it's only been moments for Y/N, it's been years for Bucky.

"What's your name?" He finally asks, and Y/N smiles.

"Y/N." She answers, and Bucky gives a small, echo of a smile in return.

"I was starting to think that I just made you up, and that's why I didn't know your name." He tells her, and she chuckles a bit.

"You look... different." She says after a couple beats of silence. She watches his face fall, his eyes going to his metal arm. "I just came from 1940, so it was quite the jump for me." She tells him, and he flicks his eyes back to her.

"You mean, the last place you were at was Steve's hospital room?" Bucky asks for clarification, but he knows exactly what she's saying. He's lived a lifetime - two lifetimes - in the time that she walked through a purple light.

"What happened, Bucky?" She asks quietly, sitting on his bed but angling her body to face him still. He levels her gaze with a stare, unwilling the recount how he desperately prayed to a witch that he didn't even know the name of.

"You first." He counters, making Y/N furrow her brows. "Tell me what happened in your time."

"It's not important." The words are barely out of her mouth as she rolls her eyes before Bucky's speaking.

"It is to me." He says simply, and they stare at each other for a few seconds before she sighs, breaking eye contact and looking toward the window.

"My time was originally the seventeenth century. I had the misfortune of being born in Salem Village, Massachusetts Bay Colony. I knew that I was different from everyone else before the whole witch hanging was popular. And there were these girls, they were young and stupid, and they thought being a witch was cool. They called it 'possession.' But I am not possessed. I am a person." Y/N has to take a deep breath as she feels tears gather in her eyes, threatening to fall. "They accused everyone. Well, all the women, of course, because the men couldn't be tried for their wrongdoings. They pointed fingers left and right, and I know that these women were innocent. They didn't even know witches were real. They were just women." She pauses to wipe the tears that have raced down her cheeks, her heart pounding as she recalls the story. She looks down at her hands, unable to look at Bucky. "I was trying to keep a low profile. I had already been kicked out of my father's house, and I didn't have a husband. But there was this little girl, she couldn't have been more than five, and she was dying. She was going to die. I couldn't just sit there and let fear get the best of me." Y/N can remember it like it was yesterday.

"Y/N," Bucky starts, but she shakes her head. It feels good to finally tell someone, after years of meeting people and moving on immediately.

"Her dad turned me in. Said I had probably possessed her when I healed her. I saved his daughter, and he repaid me by throwing me in a cell." She watches Bucky's face change at this, but she doesn't know why. "I was held there for a month before they came to get me. They didn't feed me properly, gave me water in a bowl that they threw into the cell. I didn't even have a bathroom in there, and no one else had them in their cells either. There were times when I wouldn't eat, because I couldn't get over the smell, and I thought 'If I die of starvation, then at least I'll be free from here.' When they eventually did come, they put me in a cart, like an animal, and paraded me down the street to where my trail was held. But it wasn't actually a fair trial. Not for me, at least. I wasn't even allowed to speak. At my own death sentence!" She wipes her face again, wanting to wrap up the story. "I'm lucky on the walk to the hanging that there was some lavender and rosemary. I tripped into the bushes and crushed the plants so quickly, no one noticed. By the time I was saying the words, it was too late." She sniffles as she stares at her feet, a good point between her and Bucky so she doesn't have to look directly at him.

"You save the people who are destined to save others because you feel responsible for the women who were hung." Bucky says, reading her like a book. She snaps her gaze up to him, and he's just waiting for her to answer.

"If it weren't for me, no one in Salem would have even been thinking that witchcraft was a thing." She says, but Bucky shakes his head.

"You don't know that." He argues, and she just sighs.

"I have spent years moving around different times, saving people who are meant to be saved. And not one of those women have ever been apart of it. The only thing I've been able to do was help a woman who broke her ankle trying to run from her husband. And I almost got caught. Again." She almost shivers as she remembers helping Elizabeth right before she had helped Steve, how fast she had to go through the portal. "And now, I can never go back anyway, because they all know I'm a witch. They've seen me disappear. Twice." She thinks of all the women she was unable to save, who were hung publicly for no other reason but being a woman in Salem. It's quiet as they both take in what she's just revealed, and then Bucky starts talking.

"The first time I was taken by Hydra, it was right after you had come by. I joined the army, trying to do my part during World War II. But my unit was captured by Hydra, which was a Nazi group that largely worked underground. Steve eventually found me, but it took a month, and by that time Hydra had chosen me as their test subject. I didn't even know what they were doing, not until later, but they had given me a version of the super solider serum. I guess I should be lucky it didn't boil all my skin off or turn me green, but God, I was sick the whole time. They would take my blood, have me do certain tests, and sometimes, they'd just beat me until I was bloody." Y/N shudders as Bucky recounts his own story, feeling stupid for thinking that her starving in her cell was some sort of hell. That was just living compared to what Bucky was going through. "Steve and I formed a team after that, and we actually were pretty good. We were on a Hydra train, just trying to hijack it, when the wall was blasted off and I fell out. I should have died. But I lived, and of course, Hydra found me." He looks over at the silver arm, and Y/N figures that he must have lost it in the fall. "They wiped my memory. Made me into a killing machine. They gave me these trigger words, to keep me in line. They froze my body when they didn't need me to preserve it so I could be primed to go on missions. When Steve found me again, I didn't even know who I was. But somehow, he got through to me, and now I'm here, I guess." He doesn't seem too happy about being here, wherever it is. Y/N swallows back the tears from his harrowing story. 

"Sounds like we have a lot more in common than I thought." Y/N says, and Bucky nods, jaw clenched. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you when you needed me. But I'm here now, which means you save people, Bucky. You are important. You deserve to be saved." She scoots closer with him, putting her hand on his.

"I just turned on my entire team because of ten stupid words. That's all it takes to trigger that part of my brain again." He tells her. She doesn't quite understand exactly what he's telling her, but she understands his emotions. 

"They clearly care for you. They know it isn't your fault, Bucky. I promise, you are worth saving." She doesn't tell him that she thinks it may be her that will be saved. She's here for herself.

"So, are you gonna throw that magical powder again?" He asks, clearly upset at even the thought of Y/N leaving. She licks her lips, looking toward the window once more as she gathers her thoughts. She looks back at him, a small smile on her face.

"I was actually thinking that I may have some rest, finally." She says, just the thought of sleep causing her to yawn.

"Oh?" He's trying not to get too excited, he's only been dreaming of this moment for literal decades.

"I'm exhausted of running. Ever since that first portal, I've never stopped to catch my breath. I don't even know how long it's been, how much time I've spent doing this." She feels a little emotional even thinking about it, but Bucky seems to understand. "I want to live my life again. And I know I can still help, but maybe in a different way. Maybe in this century." She says, looking around before finally looking back at Bucky. He's grinning, looking so much more like the man she first met.

"I could help you, ya know." He says, and she laughs lightly as she moves around to lay in the bed with him.

"Sounds like a plan." She rests next to him, afraid to move, but he puts an arm around her and pulls her in, holding her tightly in his arms. She snuggles into his chest, feeling more content than she has ever felt in her life.

"Sleep tight." He whispers, and she sighs as she lets go of everything she's been holding onto.

"Where did Bucky come from?" She asks softly, wanting to know where that came from before she falls asleep in his arms. She wants to know a lot of things about him, but for right now, this small question will subdue her.

"My middle name is Bucahanan." He answers, smiling from this question.

"What's your first name?" She's almost slurring, sleep trying to take over quickly.

"James." He says, rubbing her side and trying to slyly untuck her pleaded blouse so he can slip a hand under her shirt to feel her skin.

"Yeah, I'm calling you James." She tells him, and he just laughs, unable to believe that the woman he'd been dreaming about is in his bed.

It may be too early to tell, but Bucky's pretty sure they're meant to be.

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