#look I never got over that ‘she’s so fucking annoying’ trauma I got
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hihi idk if youre taking requests but i had an idea for leah kinda inspired by sockgate (💀)
so basically r plays for arsenal and theyre having kit photoshoots but the kit person accidentally forgot r’s (obviously the photoshoot isnt in colney) so she has to wear leah’s kit because r’s number is 5 and leah’s is 6 so it would be easier to edit and change the number like on the shorts (just say they didnt take any photos of her back because it would be too hard to change the name or something) ANYWAY leah is eating it up seeing r in her kit (especially if it’s like kind of big on her)
and then idk how you want to end it but maybe after the edited pictures are posted, leah cant help herself and also posts the original ones where you can see it’s her kit or something
love your writing <3
the sockgate trauma...never again
the new number 6 II l.williamson
"leah catherine if you make us late again you're sleeping on the sofa tonight!" you yelled out impatiently, checking the time and rolling your eyes. "two minutes babe!" your girlfriend called back as you groaned in disbelief.
"they're dressing us and doing hair and makeup there leah, what is taking you so long?" you dropped your bag to the ground and stomped off to the bedroom. "no don't come in i'm-" you pushed open the door and your eyes widened at the sight in front of you.
"tell me that you are not doing a soduku right now." you spoke deathly calm, eyes locked with hers and narrowing. "would that make you feel better?" leah questioned with a charming smile, sat on the corner of the bed.
but the tinkling of her game gave it away as your eye twitched slightly and leah laughed nervously. "leah, i will be waiting in the car. if you do not join me in exactly two minutes, that thing you've been wanting to do?" you stated as leah nodded along.
"you can do it to yourself and this-" you gestured to your body. "-will be off limits, for a week." you warned seriously as leah scoffed and went to speak.
"a whole week williamson, shift it!" you cut her off sternly, turning on heel and marching out of the bedroom hearing your girlfriend trip over with a curse in her haste to hurry.
"ah fuck." you heard a thump and before you could even open the car door leah was skidding to your side, grabbing it for you. "after you darling." she grinned as you hummed and slid inside, tossing your bag in the back as she hurried around to her side.
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"babe why aren't you dressed?" leah frowned as she returned to the change rooms, having finished with her own media promotion and asked to let you know they were ready for you now.
"they didn't bring my kit. there was a typo on the schedule and they thought less was coming so they've got 23 and not 5." you sighed in explanation as your girlfriend took a seat beside you.
"they just told me to wear your kit, 6 is easier to photoshop to 5 since its one number and not two like 23 is." you shrugged as leahs eyebrows shot upward. "leah." you sighed tiredly at the familiar look which settled on her face as she sat down beside you.
"be an adult and go change, now please." you ducked away from her arm which attempted to slip over your shoulders, standing up and crossing your arms across your chest. "have i ever told you just how sexy you look when you're pissed with me?" leah sighed with a dopey smile.
"yes. you make a point to remind me every time you grovel after you've pissed me off!" you threw a towel at her head and sat back down at your cubby. "no, go change baby." your foot shot up to press against her as she stood and attempted to get closer.
"reminds me of a different position baby, one i quite like." leah grinned wolfishly as she pulled your leg to sit on top of her shoulder and kissed your ankle with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
"you already made me late once this morning and you're doing it again. go and change leah please!" you groaned pulling your leg back and sending her a stern look.
"i know you think this is going to work but this whole annoyed look-" leah wiggled her fingers at you "-is just making it all the more harder to leave you." leah smirked as you rolled your eyes and exhaled deeply.
"alright alright! i'm going. a girl knows where she isn't wanted!" leah spoke dramatically clutching at her chest, ducking down and stealing a kiss. "unless you'd like me to just change here and we can-" leah started to suggest but a dead panned glare had her grabbing her bag and hurrying away toward the showers.
"here you go then sunshine." a bundle of clothes hit you square in the face as you'd started to daydream only a few moments later, leah changed back into the clothes she'd arrived in.
"you are so-" you stopped yourself, leah sending you a smirk and sitting down on the bench. "eyes and hands inside the ride at all times williamson, i'm on a schedule." you warned as you started to strip off and change, feeling your girlfriends gaze locked onto you.
"leah!" you huffed as you pulled her shirt down over your head and her hand smacked against your ass. "what? it slipped babe." leah shrugged with an innocent smile as you rolled your eyes and pulled on her shorts having to roll the waistband a little so they didn't hang so low, already having your boots and socks on.
"wait! you're missing something." leah shot to her feet as you fixed your hair and turned to leave, pausing with a raised eyebrow. your lips couldn't help but curl into a small smile as leahs own pressed sweetly against them.
"sap." you teased, pecking her lips a few more times before heading out of the change rooms hearing her follow after you. "behave leah." you warned seriously as she held up her hands with a wink and you pushed your way into the media room.
"well well well if it isn't our newest number six!" beth teased as she finished up and immediately noticed that you weren't in your own number. "call me vice captain." you grinned, hugging her as you swapped positions and she spoke briefly with your girlfriend before leaving the room.
"so we're mostly shooting graphics for the screens and the lineups today, some celebrations, some serious shots. we'll do everything forward facing since there was some...issues, sorry about that again." jessica the marketing and media admin smiled apologetically.
"you're just lucky i was around to save the day jess." leah chimed in as jess shot her a playful glare and stepped back, calling out a few poses as the photographer snapped away and you moved between the different backdrops.
much as you tried your hardest to stay focused there was no avoiding the shit eating grin plastered on your girlfriends face as she sat back with arms crossed, eyes laser focused on your every move.
leah wasn't shy about how much she adored you, that was given by the constant teasings of the pining looks she threw your way during trainings or the not to subtle kisses she stole what felt like every few minutes.
leah was even less shy about how much she adored the sight of you in her clothes. early on in the relationship she did find it somewhat frustrating how you'd sneak off with her hoodies or shirts or pants hidden away in your overnight bag.
but seeing you wander around colney with what leah knew was her nike hoodie covering your top half had something stirring in her stomach she couldn't ignore.
your girlfriend by nature could be possessive, though most times it never came from jealousy knowing you were just as much as infatuated with her as she was with you, but rather that solidifying assurance that you were hers.
so as she sat there seeing you take picture after picture wearing her name, number and jersey leah was grinning ear to ear and there wasn't much which could be said to wipe it off.
"all good?" you questioned once it seemed things were wrapped up, sending both him and jess a thumbs up and stepping away, boots clacking against the hard cement floor and shaking your head at the look on leahs face.
"don't say it." you warned, snatching your jacket out of her hands and making a beeline out of the room as she hurried to follow you. "leah!" you laughed as she caught up and grabbed your hand, pushing you against a wall.
"you're like a horny teenager." you chuckled against her lips which immediately ravaged yours, her hands gripping your hips as you cupped her face and deepened the kiss.
"baby girl you know what it does to me to see you in my clothes, let alone wearing my last name on your back." leah pulled away and shook her head, making a mind blown gesture with her hands causing you to laugh again and shove her.
"we're at work miss williamson, be professional." you booped her nose and darted away as leahs kiss met thin air and she watched you dissapear into the change rooms.
"oh but miss williamson all my thoughts right now are strictly unprofessional." leah sang out happily with a cheeky grin as you shook your head. "no ring, no wife." you patted her cheek and held up your empty hand causing leah to now shake her head.
"oh no no no, no need to change my girl." leah swiftly grabbed your bag, stuffing your clothes back in and slinging it over her shoulder, holding out her hand for you to take with a sly smile.
"its time for me to make our new number six feel very very very welcome."
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Random Hazel Callahan headcanons that have been rotting my brain for the past couple of days:
Pairing: Hazel Callahan x female! reader
Summary: Not needed
Genre(s): a little angsty at first, after that's it's just pure fluff
Warnings: mentions of trauma and maladaptive daydreaming
A/N: I'M GONNA WRITE MORE FOR HER BECAUSE I NEED IT SO STAY TUNED, also I listened to False God by Taylor Swift the entire time I wrote this.
Taglist: @aemonds-holy-milk , join tag list here
• She has horrible listening skills, usually her house has been a pretty noisy and chaotic place, even before her parents divorced, so she's learned to mute the outside world.
• It tends to annoy pretty much everyone else outside the fight club, the only exception being PJ, she perhaps got annoyed more than anyone.
• When you first noticed you had to repeat yourself at least five times whenever she was around, you tried to come up with different ways for her to keep up, like texting her as you spoke so she could read it as much as she needed to.
• Later on you found out it wasn't just about losing track of a conversation, as you asked to borrow one of her headphones one time, you were shocked her ears weren't bleeding right then and there.
"Fucking hell, Hazel! Are you trying to break your ears or something?" your ears hurt for a second.
"It's not loud at all" She placed them on her neck.
"Baby, I can hear the music coming out of those things like a concert speaker,"
• You decided to invite her over to your house as often as possible, demanding a no-headphones rule.
"Why not?!" she complained.
"Because you're gonna be completely deaf at the age of 40!"
"And you'll be there to teach me sign language, right?" she hugged your waist.
"You're saying you prefer not hearing my voice for the rest of our lives?" you lifted a brow.
• The realazation dawned on her.
• To this day she hasn't worn headphones a single day in her life.
• Maladaptive daydreaming is also something she struggles with, not as much now as she used to in middle school and the first two years of high school, but it still happens sometimes.
• You found out when you decided to surprise her by coming to her house one day
• Mrs. Callahan said she couldn't get in contact with Hazel, for whatever reason.
• Most likely her phone turned off since it was out of battery.
• So she texted you she was gonna be missing all night, permitted you to stay the night, and told you to take care of Hazel.
• You found her in the kitchen yelling, it sounded as if she was yelling at someone.
"Are you ever gonna choose me over a booty call?! How is it that Jeff's dick is more important than me?! Your daughter! You fucking pushed me out and you still can't even ask me how my grades are doing and shit!"
• Your first thought was —Her mom's plans must've been canceled—
• As you approached the room as quietly as possible, you looked through the rim of the entrance, there was no one.
"Hazel," you spoke quietly through her screams.
A shiver went down her spine, he face turned white, she blinked a couple of times before turnind her head, "How much of that did you hear?" she avoided your eyes.
"I've never heard you like that," was all you could mutter as you approached her slowly and then embraced her in a hug, "I know you're not insane by the way," you whispered in her hair.
She began to cry.
• She didn't want to talk about it for the next few days
• When she did, she stumbled upon her words, talked too fast, and teared up every once in a sentence.
"Call me first," you cupped her face, "I'll never judge you for whatever you have to say,"
• She wanted to kiss you right then and there, but just rested her forehead on yours, an act of ultimate intimacy.
• I could get into the divorced parents' trauma for hours because same
• But for now I'll move on to the happy part
• Physical touch is the absolute most pure form of love she can give
• If she's not hugging your waist at all times, she's holding your hand, resting her head on your chest, shoulders, legs, etc. pretty much everywhere she can
• If you have long or medium hair she'll attempt to braid your hair, keyword attempt
• If you have short hair she'll buy little elastic ponytails to tie them around your head everywhere she can
• Her reasoning behind this is that her favorite plants are cactuses
• That's it, that's all the reasons she needs
• If you happen to be bald she'll rub your head while singing the chorus to Diamonds by Rihanna
• She plays ukelele
• She knows how to make a few origami figures and if she tries a new one, as crumbled and sweaty as it is she gives it to you
• You have a whole shelf in your room dedicated to every piece of folded paper she's ever done for you
• If you're more of a fem! girl, she'll try something of yours whenever she comes over and stare at her reflection for hours
"Good thing, god didn't make me straight, she knew I would be a menace,"
• You can only roll your eyes and laugh at her twirling and pretending to dance ballet in your dresses and skirts
• If she happens to go shopping without you, she'll try something you'll like and send you the photo after
"If it looks this good on me, imagine how AMAZING it'll look on you,"
• She once asked you to put makeup on her, she'll say she was just curious how she'd look
• She wasn't lying, but she also didn't mention she just wanted to recreate this picture:
• If you happen to be more of a masc! girl, you'll trade clothes as often as you can think
• More than once you have arrived at school with something she likes and just drags you to the bathroom to for you to make the exchange
• It's not her clothes and your clothes anymore, everything you own is hers and vice versa
• More often than not you're no longer sure what used to be only yours
• This goes for accessories and shoes as well, even if they don't fit her, she'll fill them up with toilet paper until they fit just fine
• You'll match AT LEAST once a week, as per her request of course
• She tries all kinds of chips (or crisps for my British luvs) she has tried every flavor and seasoning, but her favorites and the flaming hot ones, even if she ends up chugging your waterbottle after finishing the bag
• Although her parents are rich and taught her from a young age to be a precise wine taster, she's a tequila and vodka girl
• She hates gloomy and rainy days because they bring down her mood, but spending the day binge-watching cheesy movies and stuffing her stomach with all the snacks o her house makes it up
• She's ABSOLUTE SHIT at Karaoke, but my god does she have the spirit
• Her go-to song is Lies by Fleetwood Mac, but if she's drunk enough to gain confidence she'll request Easy On Me by Adele
• If she insists for long enough and you decide to sing with her, she 100% will try to recreate the following musical numbers:
• Lay all you love on me -Mamma Mia
• Every duet there is in Teen Beach Movie, her favorite childhood movie
• The cellblock tango -Chicago and Ex-Wives -from Six, if the rest of the fight club joins as well
• Popular from Wicked, strangely enough, she's Glinda
• Seventeen -Heathers
• Candy Store -Heathers featuring Isabel as Heather Mc Namara, Josie as Martha Dunnstock, and PJ as Veronica (She was heavily forced to after Brittany suggested it)
• Smooth Criminal -The Glee cast cover
• If you're a good singer, or at least a decent one, at the end of the song she'll hype you up more than anyone in the crowd, even carry you (this also applies to my plus size! lovelies, DON'T YOU WORRY, she has muscles)
• If you're a bad singer, then you'll be shit together, the worse your voices sound, the better you'll enjoy it
• Onto the kissing and overall more stereotypical relationship stuff, aka the not-so-comfortable part of my asexual-spectrum girlies.
• As previously shown in the original material
• Kissing is slow and passionate, she likes to enjoy your lips as much as possible, taking in every movement, taste, and breath
• Hands on your jaw and neck EVERY FUCKING TIME
• The first few times you offered her some chapstick or lipstick, or lipgloss, or lip oil, or anything, she would kiss you making you chuckle in surprise
• Now you don't even need to ask, she'll just be like
"Hey, your lips look beautiful," and peck you on the lips
• If you're alone it definitely turns into a whole makeout session
• She just claims it tastes too good not to do it
• Every once in a while she'll hug you from behind and aggressively kiss your cheek
• Good luck kisses before every test
• Her favorite kind of dates are picnic dates
• She takes pictures of the sky whenever she feels it matches your vibe
• She takes A LOT of pictures of you ANYTIME, ANYWHERE, she even went as far as to buy a film camera because they make everything more magical
• She reads A LOT
• She obviously knows too much about social injustices and everything regarding that realm, but she likes other things as well
• Avid fantasy reader, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,
• Going back to this need for escapism, she was heavily raised by George R.R. Martin and Leigh Bardugo
• Definitely screamed, jumped, and overall looked like she was in a sugar rush when both Game of Thrones and Shadow and Bone came out
• She wasn't exactly allowed to watch Game of Thrones at the time it came out, so she watched when she was 16 instead
• Shadow and Bone, however, oh boy, it was whole event
• She cosplayed Sturmhond and made you cosplay as Zoya
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That's it for now children, if I come up with anything else I'll do a part two or even better write something more complete
#hazel callahan bottoms movie#hazel callahan x you#hazel callahan#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan fanfiction#hazel callahan fluff#hazel callahan angst
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A Good Catch ~ Part 2
Thank you so much for all of your support! This was part of my 600 Followers Celebration, and I am so happy y'all voted for Shanks. I adore him 🥰
Pairings: Shanks x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 5030
Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 (End)
Ao3 Link
Summary: You've got a few burning questions for this charming captain, but soon you'll be answering his. Is it really safe to trust a pirate?
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Flirting, Alcohol, Brief Discussion of Family Trauma, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be safe out there), Birth Control, Aftercare, Shanks is such a fucking tease
A/N: I just love this hungover pirate 😅
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A key pressed into your palm. A gentle hand on your lower back. A whispered demonstration, keeping your secret.
Shanks stared at you through the doorway, looking down the hall before grabbing your chin with his thumb, another slow smile on those lips.
“Sweet dreams.”
His eyes crinkled as all you could do was nod, watching him walk away down that lantern lit hall.
The key still held the warmth of his skin.
Fuck.
The metal thumped onto wood as you tossed it on the desk, shoving the chair under the doorknob, just like he’d shown you.
Exhaustion pulled you down, and you rolled yourself into soft blankets, grateful that your mind only had the energy for a few more conflicting thoughts before sleep took you.
He’s done everything he can to make me feel safe.
He’s a pirate.
His crew are all so kind, it feels like they’re a family.
He’s a pirate.
He’s gorgeous, and funny, and sweet, even though he’s annoying as fuck.
But he’s a pirate. And he’ll be leaving in three days. I’ll never see him again.
Dreams of life on the high seas left you foggy in the morning, panic running through you until you remembered where you were.
Thank gods there’s a bathroom in here.
The guest quarters didn’t have a shower, but the toilet, mirror, and sink were a godsend. Cringing at your hair, you got to work, managing to tame it before you climbed back into Shanks’ clothes.
They smell like him.
Resisting the urge to sniff his shirt took more willpower than you’d like to admit.
Quiet.
There was hardly a sound on the entire ship as you struggled to remember the way out.
“Mornin,” came a gruff voice on the deck, waving from his perch on the railing. The light of the sunrise made his brown skin and dark blonde dreads seem to glow.
You would have thought he was attractive if your eyes hadn’t gone wide at the two large pistols on his hips.
“You’re up early,” he continued, tilting his body and moving his hands away from his weapons.
“Fisherwoman,” you choked out.
“That’s right,” he laughed, standing to take a few slow steps toward you. “I’m Yassop. I can bring you down to the beach if you’d like, but I'm sure everyone’s still snoring like sea lions.”
“Is the captain down there?”
“Oh, he’s down there,” Yassop teased, his smirk making you clench your teeth. “Yours might be the only face that could wake him up this early.”
“And why’s that,” you growled, following him across the deck.
“Oh no, I’m not getting into the captain’s business.”
You scowled at the chuckling marksman all the way down to the beach.
~
“Wake up.”
Shanks whined, weakly batting away the driftwood stick you were poking into his chest. You definitely weren’t getting distracted by the pull of those muscles as he stretched on his makeshift hammock.
The camp looked just as it did last night, except that every mug, plate, and pirate was now on the ground, quiet and still besides the orchestra of snores that Yassop hadn’t exaggerated.
“Get up.”
Shanks rubbed his hand over his face, somehow managing to look stunning even as he struggled to get his eyes open.
“Ugh, fish girl,” he yawned, keeping his hand over his eyes now, blocking out the light. “Are we under attack?”
“What? No. I need to talk to you.”
He peeked through his fingers at you, the hint of that teasing smile already showing.
“If you wanna spend time with me, all you have to do is– ow!”
Another quick jab to those lovely pecs had Shanks rolling out of the hammock, hanging onto your shoulder as he wobbled on his feet.
The driftwood stick fell to the ground as his pretty eyes, heavy lidded with sleep, came so close to yours.
“Sorry,” he rasped, letting his hand trail down your arm before letting you go. “Somebody woke me up too early.”
“I guess pirates are just lazy degenerates after all,” you said flatly, holding in the shivers his touch had caused.
“Degenerates,” he laughed softly, rubbing along his brow as he took in the sight of his hungover men sprawled across the sand. “I suppose that’s fair.”
Groaning, you picked up the stick, gasping as his hand gripped yours. He trapped your fingers around the dry wood, tracing his thumb along your knuckles as he prevented you from poking him.
“Please, fish girl, have pity on an old–” he cut himself off at your frown, “on a handsome, young, very hungover pirate.”
He chuckled as you tried to wrest yourself from his grasp, and he didn’t let you go this time.
“I can’t think this early, love. Not without breakfast, or a shower at least.”
“Fine, let's go take a– I mean you! You take a shower! You’re all sandy…”
His laughter followed you as you stomped your way back to his stupid ship.
~
Shanks’ laughter had been replaced by more whines as he held his hand over his eyes, getting you lost in the ship on the way to the bathing room.
Finally at the large door to that tiled room, the shaky captain spun to face you. He managed to catch himself on the door frame as he stumbled, then leaned against it as if it were on purpose.
You rolled your eyes as he pulled a scarf from his pocket, dangling it in front of your face.
“Guard the door for me?”
“What? Why?”
“Guess I’ll just go back to slee–”
“Fine,” you said through gritted teeth, grabbing the scarf as you slid to the floor. “Aren’t you too tired to be this annoying?”
“Not in the slightest.”
You could feel him crouch beside you, and saw his feet beneath the blindfold.
He traced around the scarf to check your work, rubbing his thumb along your temple before tugging the fabric further down your nose.
“No peeking,” he purred, and you hoped he hadn’t seen your toes curling, your feet still bare without clean shoes.
“Like I’d want to.”
“Lying is bad for the soul, fish girl,” he teased, tapping the tip of your nose with a finger before heading inside. The sound of his satisfied laughter made you want to crawl out of your skin.
Sitting there, listening to the rush of water as this man showered on the other side of the door, was making you absolutely insane.
He’s a pirate. He’s here for a reason. I can’t get distracted.
“Sorry, I forgot to bring a change of clothes,” his deep voice poured through the door. “Someone interrupted my beauty sleep.”
“So?”
“So, I’m in a towel, we’ll have to stop by my quarters. You can keep the blindfold on if you like.”
“You’ll get us lost again,” you complained, pushing yourself to your feet as you pulled the scarf from your face. “Besides, your shirts show practically your whole torso anyway, so it won’t be much different.”
The door opened wide, Shanks’ smile even wider as your lips parted.
“You really like my shirts, don’t you?”
You managed to frown at him as he grabbed his sandy clothes and shoes, holding them against his hip, just a towel around his waist.
And that line of dark, red hair.
“Mind closing the door for me, darlin’?”
You jolted out of your stupor, shutting the door before following him down the hall.
Some water still dripped from his hair, slow rivulets flowing down the muscles of his upper back, some trailing even further…
“What,” you chirped, trying to remember what he’d just said.
He clicked his tongue a few times, shaking his head to let more shining drops of water dance down his skin.
“Waking the captain up early just to ignore him? Did all your manners fall off your boat with your missing oar?”
“Shut up,” you huffed, standing to face him in front of the door to his quarters.
Shanks was not doing well at suppressing his self satisfied grin, and you were having trouble focusing on anything at all.
“Will you get the door for me, love?”
“Why,” you countered, still trying to keep your eyes glued to his face.
“You really argue about everything, don’t you?”
He shook his head, then dropped his clothes and shoes to the floor. The sound of the shoes startled you, bringing your eyes down.
Just in time to see his towel slipping, more of that dark red hair traveling down before you squeaked, turning around and clamping your eyes shut.
Shanks brushed past, the heat of his body, the scent of his skin, so close. He paused behind you as he opened the door, and you couldn’t hide your small gasp as he breathed that deep, dangerous voice along your neck.
“Guess you should have kept the blindfold on.”
You held your breath as you tried not to shake, listening as he moved away. Soft chuckles teased you through the air as he shut the door.
Breath came back to you, heavy, and too loud, as you turned to find his clothes and the damp towel on the ground.
It had just happened, but the memory of him breathing on your skin with nothing on his own sent heat twisting in your core.
He’s a pirate. He’s leaving. I’ll never see him again.
Shanks came out with a smirk, the shirt he’d chosen today not tucked or buttoned at all, just the sleeve tied off at his missing arm.
“What’s the point of wearing a shirt at all,” you huffed, taking the change of clothes he offered.
“Because you seem to enjoy it so much,” he called through the door as you changed.
It felt like your head was about to explode with all the shit he was doing to you. It was embarrassing, and you had to focus.
You crossed your arms when you faced him in the hallway, trying to shut down every part of your brain that wanted to fucking giggle when he looked at you.
“What are you–”
“That color looks good on you,” he hummed with a crooked smile, tugging the rolled up fabric of his shirt at your elbow.
You stuttered, but he turned on his heel.
“W-Wait!”
“Let’s talk over breakfast.”
That stupid red hair walking away almost made you scream.
~
The Red Hair Pirates were in various stages of wakefulness now, but many were already drinking, laughing, and singing as if the night had never ended.
Shanks moved through them with an effortless joy, clasping hands, patting backs, laughing and joking with every crew member that wasn’t still passed out.
That dingy table. Mismatched chairs. Surprisingly good food.
A knee that kept brushing against yours, rubbing along your thigh everytime he turned to talk to you.
He was pushing all the boundaries. And you’d let him. You pulled him in last night, and now he was playing, testing, torturing you.
But you knew he would stop if you asked.
How can I trust someone so fast?
“You wanted to talk about something,” he asked, leaning back after his last bite.
His wicked grin made you regret asking to speak in private.
~
Warm sand slowly shook from your feet as you crawled over rough stone. Shanks whined a few more times after you led him away from camp, but soon he was walking beside you, with another breathtaking smile. Now and then over the gentle waves, you swore you heard him humming the notes to a song.
“Y/N, look at this one,” he laughed, pointing to another tide pool.
You sat on the rock beside it, the hint of a smile on your lips as he joined you.
So close.
“So what did you wanna talk about,” he asked, voice still soft like those soothing waves. He reached out to hand you a little stone he’d picked up.
The warm stone fell into your palm, helping you stay present as you rolled it between your fingers.
“What are you doing on my island,” you questioned, finally meeting those pretty eyes. “You said you have business here, and I need to know that you aren’t endangering my home.”
“Endanger–,” he cut himself off with a laugh, his brows furrowing as he shook his head at you. “You didn’t need to make up excuses if you wanted to spend the day with me, fish girl.”
“Shut up,” you growled, fighting not to let his annoying charms distract you this time. “You’re pirates. You said you had business on this side of the island for three days. What are you doing here?”
“I did say ‘business,’ didn’t I,” he mused, nodding to himself before looking across the beach.
“Well,” you pushed, struggling as he met your eyes, his face so relaxed, amused.
“This is it,” he gestured vaguely, his crooked smile giving you a headache.
“What do you mean? You mean your business is here, at this beach?”
“No, Y/N,” he rasped, grabbing your hand and squeezing it, the little stone pressing into your palm. “This is it.”
He nodded toward the camp, and let out a sigh.
“We’re on vacation.”
This smile of his made him look like a little kid that got caught stealing sweets. You blinked at him.
After a long pause, he took his hand from yours, bringing it to your chin to push your mouth closed.
“Don’t fucking mess with me.”
Your voice came out rough as you pushed yourself back, almost slipping into a tide pool as you stood.
“I swear I’m not messing with you,” he let out with a small groan as he stood. He moved in close before he wobbled his head back and forth. “Well, I’m not messing with you about that.”
“Fuck you,” you seethed, head going foggy with the overwhelming flood of emotions from the last day.
Shanks moved in slowly with his arm outstretched as if he were trying to calm a frightened animal. Or a child.
And you acted like a child, frustrated tears burning in your eyes, hitting your fists against his chest as he got too close.
“Stop lying to me! Please don’t hurt people here, please don’t–”
“Shh, shh,” he hushed you gently, somehow managing to hold you against him with one arm, your hands shaking between your warm bodies.
“We’re not here to hurt anyone. I swear on my life, and the lives of my crew. All we wanna do is relax until we have nothing left to drink. Then we’ll buy up all the booze your village has to sell, and be on our way. Plus food and whatnot, but–”
Your ragged breaths brought that spicy scent of him into your lungs, your forehead falling against his chest as you started to calm. A bit.
“Are you telling me,” you growled against his skin, “that you took me hostage while you all go on a three day bender?”
You felt his laugh as he held you to him, resting his cheek on your head for a moment before releasing you.
“We didn’t take you hostage. You paid for a ride.” He held up his hand as your mouth opened, itching to argue.
“Besides, fish girl,” he teased gently, “after hearing your story last light, it sounds like you could use a vacation too. When’s the last time you had any fun?”
“I have fun, asshole. Quit changing the subject.”
“Lying’s bad for the soul,” he hummed, touching the tip of your nose again.
The energy drained from your body, and you left him to climb off the rock, falling onto your back in the sand.
“So what do you do for fun?”
Shanks’ husky voice rolled over you. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know that he’d sat behind your head, leaning over your face as he spoke.
“I’ll have fun once I get off this shitty island.”
Finally, the pirate stayed quiet. Waiting. Until those rough fingers smoothed the hair from your face.
You didn’t stop him as he traced along your skin, letting relaxation wash over you. He moved from your temples, your cheeks, your jaw, behind your ears. Making sure to move his hand to both sides, evening out his slow caresses.
“I don’t want to be here anymore,” you confessed, fighting the heat of tears rising in your throat. You rolled that little stone in your fingers, the motion soothing your nerves.
“Why’s that?”
“... Because I’m ‘Fish Girl.”
Shanks paused, and you wondered if he’d stifled a laugh.
“What do you mean,” he asked, voice like the gentle waves just a few paces away.
It all came spilling from your lips. He listened to everything, fingers still tracing your skin.
All the pain. Your mom leaving you with grandma, never coming back. You were so young, and it didn’t feel that bad at the time. You didn’t understand.
Grandma would tell you stories, you’d sit together on her boat for hours and hours. She taught you how to fish before you were strong enough to reel anything in.
“That sounds wonderful,” he said, his voice somehow telling you there was a smile on his face.
“It was. But kids are mean. I didn’t know we were poor until I went to school. I didn’t know I stank all the time until they called me ‘fish girl.”
His fingers tensed on your skin, a guilty pause before he kept up his soothing touch.
“I never relax. I’m always working because I want a better life. All those mean kids grew up with me in our shitty little village. A few have tried to connect now that we’re older, but I don’t feel like it. I’m still 'fish girl.”
Shanks started to speak, but you cut him off.
“I know they were just kids, but they were brutal. I was a kid too, and I could never imagine hurting anyone the way they hurt me. I don’t want to be friends with those people.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
A heavy sigh left your lips, then a small gasp as his hand moved to the side of your neck, the touch of those fingers more satisfying than anything you could remember.
“Fishing used to be something I loved. But since grandma’s been gone, I can only bring in half of what we used to. It’s not enough to save anything. I wanted to sell that stupid fish so bad,” you admitted with a laugh, a deep hum coming from the listening pirate.
“Where do you wanna go,” he asked, his fingers trailing into your hair.
“I want to go somewhere where I can love fishing again. I want to live stories like grandma did. I want to be a fisherwoman. I don’t want to be ‘fish girl’ anymore.”
The loss of his touch was heavier than you expected.
“Come on.”
You opened your eyes to meet his, shining at you over his outstretched hand.
Tucking the stone in your pocket, you let him help you up, surprising yourself with a laugh as he shook the sand from your hair.
“Well, I’d say you deserve a vacation. What do ya say?”
Laughing at his silly wiggling eyebrows, you nodded, giving a breathy “okay,” as he took your hand.
He leaned over you as you walked, sending shivers across your skin as his breath touched your ear.
“Fisherwoman is a mouthful, so I’m gonna keep calling you ‘damsel.”
“No, you won’t,” you commanded. You cursed at him as he giggled, dropping your hand to run toward the camp.
“You sound like you’re in distress, do you need help,” he yelled back.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!”
You chased his laughing form until he slowed, grinning at you as he started to walk backwards.
The look on his face when you launched yourself at him would be seared into your mind forever. You both grunted as he toppled onto his back, his arm hanging onto your waist as you fell together.
The look on his face with you straddling him in the sand was even better.
Your hands had planned to slap him, but those eyes, those lips, and that look of joyful surprise did you in.
That gentle hand fisted roughly into your hair as you crashed your lips onto his. A quiet, needy moan left your throat, and his answering growl made your eyes roll back.
Thunderous cheers erupted from the crew, and you almost looked up at the camp until his fingers gripped your hair tighter, making your thighs clench around his waist.
He pulled you away gently, his parted lips and near frantic eyes matching yours.
“You sure,” he checked in, voice barely audible over the singing and shouting pirates. “Let’s get away from the crowd.”
Shanks kept looking over at you, that crooked smile following you back to the ship. He kept asking what you’d like to do, where you’d like to go.
“These clothes are sandy,” you noted, your voice low. “We should go to your room to change.”
He came in for a kiss, his deep voice rolling over you.
“We’re sandy too. We should probably shower.”
“Okay,” you agreed, melting under his dark eyes.
He pushed your sandy hair aside when you reached the door to the bathing room, kissing and nibbling from the crook of your neck to your ear, holding your waist as your knees went weak.
“Should we take turns guarding the door,” he rasped while your hands smoothed over the muscles around his waist and lower back.
“No.”
Practically stumbling through the door as you tried to keep touching each other, you stood in the center of that tiled room, and tore the clothes off of each other's skin.
There were no worries in your mind right now, just the electric touch of his hand and lips over each part of your body as it was revealed.
You cried out as you felt the hard length of him through his pants before you'd freed him from the fabric.
“You want me that much already, sweetheart?”
The urge to bicker was overridden as you pulled his pants from his skin, his thick cock springing up toward his stomach.
The need to touch him overwhelmed you, and you wrapped your hands around him, loving the moan he let out at your touch.
“Let’s shower, damsel,” he choked out as he kissed your cheek. “I need to bring you to the bed, now.”
That delicious smelling soap coated your skin, giving you an excuse to explore as you washed each other’s bodies. With as much of the sand and soap gone as possible, Shanks pushed you against the wall, his fingers traveling up your thigh.
“I thought you said you’re bringing me to the bed?”
“Just a minute,” he pleaded, teasing fingers until you nodded.
“Still this wet after washing it all away?”
Those rough fingers rubbed along your clit, his name dropping from your lips in needy moans.
“Mm, keep saying my name like that, beautiful,” he rasped, plunging in one finger, then two as your back arched against the cool, tile wall.
“Shanks, please…”
“Please what? What does my damsel need?”
“Take me– fuck. Take me to bed.”
You gasped as his fingers left you, finding his mouth as he sucked the taste of you off of his skin.
He tossed you a towel, kicking the clothes into a corner.
“Come on.”
“Wait,” you called, rushing to that pile of sandy fabric.
His crooked grin made you blush as he watched you grab that silly little stone.
“Come on,” he whispered onto your lips after pulling you into a deep kiss.
A trail of water followed your path, practically running and gasping with laughter all the way to his quarters.
He didn’t get you lost this time.
Now he was the one calling for you to wait as your hand reached for the door.
“We don’t have to do anything, Y/N. We can still relax and have fun together. Please, tell me if you’re not comfor—“
“Take me to bed, Captain,” you demanded, walking through the door before him.
The only answer he gave was to slam it closed, then wrap himself around your back, kissing your neck until you moaned.
“Shanks…”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he said before licking and nibbling at your earlobe.
“I don’t know,” you laughed, arching against him. “I just wanted to say your name.
The deep rumble that came through his chest had that pressure building in your core. His hand grasped yours, until you opened to give him the stone.
You stood smiling with your eyes closed until he pressed himself against your back again.
He pulled at your damp towel, then trailed that perfect hand down the front of your body, feeling everywhere he’d touched under that warm water and delicious soap.
Those fingers found you again, slipping easily in the dripping mess he’d already made of you.
“Mm, so wet. So good for me, aren’t you, beautiful?”
All you could do was whimper as he circled your clit, until you cried out at the towel covered press of him along your ass.
“Please…”
“What darlin’? Tell me what I can do for my damsel?”
His raspy voice was too much, and you gasped as he palmed your needy pussy to hold you up as your knees went weak.
He chuckled in your ear as he kept grinding the meat of his palm against you.
“Please, Y/N, please tell me what you need. I’ve got you.”
His whisper brought desperate tears prickling in your eyes until you could finally speak.
“Fuck me now, Shanks. Fuck right fucking now, or I’ll never forgive you.”
He grabbed you, easily moving your weight with one hand until you fell back onto the edge of the bed.
He left you then, digging though his desk, tossing things out of drawers in a frantic search.
“I said right fucking now,” you demanded, still breathless.
“Yes, but—“
“I’m on birth control. Now hurry up before I find another pirate—“
Your sentence ended in a yelp as he pounced on you, his thick cock rubbing through your folds as he ate your moans.
“Don’t go saying shit like that again,” he rasped as his dark eyes bore down on yours.
“You’re the one who keeps calling me damsel. If you’re not going to help me—“
A filthy moan left your lips as he guided his tip to rub circles over your clit.
“Oh, I’ll be helping you plenty, don’t worry sweetheart,” he promised, this dark smile of his going in your list of favorites.
“What was that you said about ‘right fucking now,” he taunted, giving you no time to brace for the press of him.
He worked his way in slowly, putting your leg over his shoulder while he watched your face.
“How’s that sweetie,” he teased, his own voice breathy and desperate now as his hips finally met yours. “Is this what my girl needed?”
“Fuck, Shanks. Fuck me please.”
“You are a very demanding woman, you know that?”
Any retort you would have had died in your throat as you screamed, his deep thrusts making your toes curl.
“So fucking gorgeous. Gods, Y/N, you take my cock so well.”
Shanks gripped your thigh against his chest, pressing it to him until he locked you into place.
“Oh right there, sweetheart? I’ll help my pretty girl right there, just say my name again.”
He hit that sweet spot inside you over and over as if it belonged to him, claiming it, taking it back. Every word from his lips felt like vibrating pleasure down your skin, and in no time at all, you were screaming his name, arching your back against those red sheets as you fell apart.
He fucked you through your orgasm, sweet praise almost impossible to understand as your mind disappeared.
“You feel so good coming on my cock, you made such a beautiful mess. You're gonna go again for me now, okay?”
He chuckled at the pathetic whine from your lips, but never stopped his rhythm.
“Please, pretty damsel? I helped you out. Now let me watch those dainty fingers on your clit. Let me feel you milk my cock one more time before I fill you up.”
He moaned along with you as your body clenched around his.
You couldn’t argue with that heated smile. His hungry eyes watched your fingers slide over your clit, scraping his lip between his teeth as he tightened his arm around your thigh.
“Just like that. Let me see my girl come on my cock again. Fuck... You feel so good, so fucking good for me, baby.”
“Shanks, you feel… I’m close.”
“I know, sweetheart, can you feel me too? Come for me, I’m gonna— fuuckk…”
Shanks leaned over you, shoving himself as deep as he could go. Pleasure ripped through your body as you clawed at his back, more screams filling the air.
The sensation of both of you coming at once, your body milking his as he spilled ropes of heat inside you, had your mouth slack, body limp and useless as you twitched together.
Shanks leaned his forehead against yours, staying hilted within you as he caught his breath.
You gave him a droopy smile as he lifted his head, and he laughed before covering your face in kisses while you squirmed.
This made both your bodies twitch again, moaning as he pulled himself out of you.
He grabbed one of the damp towels as he knelt at the foot of the bed, kissing your thighs as he gently cleaned your sensitive skin.
“Stop,” you begged weakly as his soft touches across you body kept your aftershocks going.
The mattress shifted under his weight, bouncing you lightly until he pulled you up the bed onto his chest. His arm wrapped around you, still leaving lazy circles of touch across your back and hip.
“Now what,” you whispered, fighting to keep the real world from invading your brain.
“Anything my damsel wants,” he hummed, leaving a soft kiss against your still damp hair. “Your vacation’s only just started.”
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hi can u please write one for matt where reader and matt fighting cuz reader is at matts house too much or something but then after he finds out that she has an abusive dad(verbally)and then comforts her and fluffy ending🫶🏻
Safe Haven
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Y/N’s father doesn’t treat her the best, so when she stays at the triplets house for over a week, Matt gets a little agitated with her, and she begins to spiral. This is for my request 🫶🏽🫶🏽
Warnings⚠️: Arguing but that’s about all😌
Song for the imagine: Open Arms- SZA feat. Travis Scott
Loving you almost feels like something
When no one’s around me, you lost and found me
Ever since I was a young girl I tried my best to steer clear of my dad. Stay away from him and his nasty words. I learned to have my own back, and be my own rock at the end of the day.
I hated being home, and as I got older and made friends I was able to stay out longer, and not have to endure this pain, but once I started to grow apart from friends, and my circle became only me again that pain came back.
Up until I met Matt, and we started dating then I was always with him and his brothers and their friends. I had never had a friend group or boyfriend as sweet, and loving as them.
I never told them about my father because I felt like it never mattered. I was happy and content, so why would I scoop up trauma and taint what we have going on.
Last week my father and I had a terrible argument. He had too much to drink as usual and decided to take his anger out on me.
“You’re nothing. You’re a loser. Your boyfriend doesn’t love you. He thinks he does but wait till he sees who you really are” he said as I tried to walk away from him
“Not true! Leave me alone” I told him
“Don’t you walk away from me! It is true you’re a piece of shit, and I hope you know that” he said
“You’re drunk go away” I said getting into my room
“Ahh fuck you! Just like your mother that’s why she left” he said laughing at me
“That’s not why she left. She left because of YOU” I said yelling the last part
“No no she left because she couldn’t fucking stand you, and I hope it eats at you every fucking day. You’re a piece of shit nothing” he said slurring
“GET THE FUCK OUT” I yelled at him
“DONT FUCKING YELL AT ME” he said yelling back
“GET AWAY FROM ME” I said trying to get him out my room
“YEAH CRY GO AND CRY AND RUN TO YOUR BOYFRIEND WHOS GOING TO LEAVE YOU ONCE HE REALIZES HOW SHITTY YOU ARE” he said stumbling out of my room and laughing
That was the last I heard of him. I had been at the triplets house for a week, and I felt bad staying here and not explaining why, but they didn’t mind at all! I cooked and cleaned and helped them do laundry. I didn’t want to seem like a burden
It was now day 8, and Matt was getting a little snippy with me here and there, and I tried to walk away from the situation so it wouldn’t become a huge argument
We were all sitting on the couch, and I was snuggled up to Matt, but he kept sighing every couple of minutes. I thought it was his anxiety, so I didn’t think much of it
We were all laughing at the movie playing when he finally snapped
“Can you get off of me” he said bluntly
“Oh I’m sorry” I said shooting up and moving over
“You’re just always on me, and I feel like I can’t breathe” he said
“Matt, I never meant to do that. I’m sorry” I told him looking at him
“Yeah well it’s annoying. You’re just so clingy. You know you’ve been here for 8 days, and you’ve been attached to me at the hip. It’s just too much we need space” he barked at me
“I can leave. I’m sorry” I said jumping up and looking for my stuff
“Dude quit being a dick” Chris said looking over at Matt
“No no he’s right I’m sorry I’ve been here for too long. I overstayed my visit. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make matt mad. I’m sorry” I said looking for my stuff in a frantic and getting teary eyed
“Hey hey! Y/N calm down, it's okay!” Nick said
“No it’s not I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Matt. I didn’t mean to suffocate you I really didn’t” I said avoiding looking at them
“Y/N take a breather, and stop saying sorry you’re alright calm down” Chris said
“No, it's fine! My dad was right Matt would see how horrible I am, and want to leave me.” I said finally looking at them with tears in my eyes
“So I’ll go” I said going to grab my phone from the couch
“What no! I’m not leaving you” Matt said grabbing my hand
“Don’t worry I’m sorry” I said pulling away from him
“What do you mean your dad said that” Matt asked
“Oh my dad and I always get into these fights when he drinks too much. Always telling me you’ll leave me, and that I don’t have any friends and I’m the reason my mom left us.” I just blurted out
“What no! None of that is true” Matt said
“He’s right. My dads always right. I should head home I don’t want him to flip out on me” I said
“No you’re not leaving. I never meant to make you upset. I just wanted some space because I was feeling anxious, but that doesn’t mean I’m breaking up with you” he told me
“You’re not?” I asked finally calming down
“No! And don’t listen to your abusive father. I would never ever leave you. I just need to learn to communicate my feelings better because what I said, and how I just acted was unacceptable” he told me pulling me down towards him
“I’m sorry” i said looking at him
“Don’t say sorry! You haven’t done a single thing wrong. This is all my fault!” he told me
“I’m just used to my dad being upset and yelling at me, so I just naturally apologize for everything” I said
“Your dads a piece of shit, and he doesn’t know how amazing his daughter is, and that I love her with my whole heart” he said pulling me into hug him
“I love you Matt” I said hugging him back
“I love you so much, and just know that what your father says is nothing but lies. Never let him make you think different” he said kissing me
“We’re here for you” Chris and Nick said
“Thank you guys I love you” I said
“We love you more” they responded
The rest of the night I stood in Matt’s arms as he constantly checked on me to make sure I was doing okay. He kept apologizing to me, and pulling me in closer every chance he got. Whispering how much he loved me and that he never wants me to leave his side. I knew I loved this boy for a reason. He was the best thing to have ever happened to me
The End
I hope that this also slaps🥰 for the person that requested this lmk if you liked it, and also sorry it took a few days to get done I was backed upppp🤭
-J💅🏽
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Metal arms and short skirts | Bucky Barnes. {4.}
summary: waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. while Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him.
word count: 7.4k
author note: the way this chapter originally was 11k words… i had to cut it down a little and also kinda end it mid chapter and pick up next update? so it may seem like it ends weird? idk. also unfortunately Vivienne Westwood’s death was recently so i thought of to use her dress in the chapter to honor her :) enjoy reading. not beta’d (please i needs a beta reader) important! opening my inbox for drabble request since this series is coming to an end soon
warning: bucky’s self loathing (like usual tbh.), people being mean to bucky (making remarks about his trauma, specifically brain damage), creepy and annoying men.
outfit reference here
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Bucky is convinced his life is just one sick joke, and whoever finds this funny— deserves death. his legs bounced wildly, eyes frantically checking the watch on his wrist. it was Steve’s, very expensive, not Bucky's type. the ticking was starting to annoy him, bucky wanted to smash it, then he wouldn't know how late you are.
the navy blue suit, Steve gave him that too, said it brings out his eyes. god- bucky was practically sweating through it, the night hasn’t started yet and he feels like he needs to change. he was overthinking, everyone keeps telling him. but there was a plan, 5 pm and after work, the common room down the hall to your lab. maybe it was just nerves, but it still didn’t excuse the impending doom settling in the bottom of bucky's stomach.
“James, it’s been 10 minutes,” Natasha spoke, dressed in a long black dress. she sat on the floor before a couch, wanda held a curling wand in Natasha's hair as she sat above her. bucky had tried to distract himself by watching the curls form, it was quite fascinating if he wasn’t so distant.
“she is probably just fashionably late, it would make sense,” Wanda said— which felt true. but you’ve never once been late because of your appearance before, bucky can't even think of a time you’ve been late for any reason.
frustrated, Bucky abruptly got up and ran a hand through his hair, beginning to pace. “hey! I am not going to reapply all the gel!” Wanda shouts and bucky's flinches, putting both of his hands to his side like a child obeying their mother.
“what if she doesn't want to be seen with me, you know- like, like that? what if after yesterday she changed her mind, oh my god. Nat, I can't do this.” Bucky rattled on. Natasha rolled her eyes to the back of her head.
“Stop with the what if” Natasha groaned, “she is not even that late.”
“Have you even tried to text her?” Wanda mentions.
Bucky stops pacing.
“you haven’t even called her?'' Natasha looks at Bucky like he's stupid, he feels stupid. “do you know who you are? what if something happened to her that would make her late?”
Bucky's face dropped, oh my god, what if something happened? Bucky doesn't feel stupid, he is stupid. he is the fucking winter soldier, and you’ve been out with him, something could totally happen to you. Bucky's breath hitched before he felt like he was choking on it, was this a panic attack? he can’t call you while having a panic attack, but you could be in danger.
Almost instantly, Bucky grabs his phone on the coffee table. his fingers stumble as he looks for your number, but just as his fingers hover over your name. a loud, annoying ring comes from Natasha’s phone. Bucky's head perks up so do all the heads in the room.
Natasha's eyebrows furrow, looking down at her phone. Wanda follows suit as she looks over her shoulder. “it’s Y/N?”
“pick up!” Wanda shouts.
Natasha taps on the phone, “hey, you oka-“
“no!” you shout from the other line, a matching panic in your voice. “no, I am not! I’ve cycled through like 12 dresses and I have like 3 more but I swear, I’m going to go to Versace or Mytheresa— I will fucking call Valentino right now if I have to.”
faintly, everyone heard the sound of fabric rustling, your heels echoing as you paced through your room, and your heavy breathing. panicking about your outfit.
“Hey, hey, y/n calm down.'' Natasha hushed, your faint rattling didn't stop as you continued on talking about some black dress that made you look bloated. “you don’t need to impulse spend 8k on a dress, don’t make a big deal out of this, you’ll look perfect.”
“But Bucky! What if he doesn't like it, or thinks I look fat, or if I'm trying too hard! or too little? ugh!” you groaned, screamed, and rattled. Bucky had half the mind to shout through the phone that he’d think you're perfect however you showed up. but Natasha knew him well and sent a glare that told him not to.
“I just- just, Natasha… I really like him, I don't want to mess this up.” you sighed in defeat. Bucky's heart surged out of his chest, his face felt hot. He just wanted to cradle you close and tell you everything was okay.
“y/n.” Natasha started, her voice stern. “what are you doing right now.”
the other line went silent for a moment. bucky can imagine your thinking face, eyes narrowed, and tugging your lip under your teeth. a sigh escapes your mouth. “I'm on the floor in my closet, trying not to back out or cry.”
“Just don’t back out, okay? I'll be over to help you, sounds good?”
a small sniffle that broke bucky’s heart, “yes.”
“Okay, don’t die of panicking.” Natasha finished, hanging up the phone with a sigh.
Bucky sank down onto the couch, raking his hand through his hair again despite Wanda's protest. letting out a heavy exhale.
you were safe, that’s really what matters. but you were also on the brink of crying, probably tearing through your closet like a mad woman just to appease bucky’s opinions. He felt like a dick.
Natasha sat still, staring at Bucky like she knew more, knew better. Bucky couldn’t read her.
“Are you going?” he said weakly.
“No,” Natasha said plainly, making her way towards Bucky and dragging him to his feet by his suit— before straightening Bucky out. from his suit to his hair, even smoothing the small nervous wrinkles on his forehead.
Natasha always felt like a sister to Bucky in this way. helping him, worrying for him, supporting him, and seemingly reluctantly saving him with Steve couldn't. They shared many painful experiences that brought them close. Natasha was always there for bucky.
“you are.”
“What?!”
Bucky stood dumbfounded, “you’re going to go over there. get her out of her head, pick a dress that makes her look like a fucking goddess, maybe one that matches yours. and make her feel beautiful.”
“I can’t-“
“Shut up, Barnes,” Wanda interjects, the same determination on her face as Natasha's. there was no way he was getting out of this. “go, or I'll make you.”
Bucky watched as Wanda conjured up the red ball of pure power in her hands, an empty threat; they already talked about using her powers for this reason. but enough to scare the shit out of Bucky and make him nod violently. almost to convince himself that he could go.
“go get your girl.” Natasha encouraged.
******
Somewhere between throwing dresses around and banging your head on your walk-in closet walls, you decided that it didn't matter that you weren't mid-age yet, this was a mid-life crisis. Never in your life have you second-guessed your judgment on what to wear, not even in the eyes of the greatest designers the world knows.
But here you sat, verge of tear on your floor. Piles building up around you of dresses, shoes, tights, et cetera, et cetera. You were practically drowning in silk, crepe, and chiffon. Moments ago you really had a dress, it fit perfectly and made your complexion glow, but then the thought of what Bucky would think made you spiral.
Honestly, you knew deep, deep down that he wouldn't care. A day ago he saw you covered in Sam Wilson's blood, so there was really only going up from there. You knew he was a good guy, not one to point out fat rolls on your back or if your stomach was bloated. But the female experience constantly sabotaged those positive thoughts and brought out the ‘what ifs’.
Natasha wasn't much help on the phone. She just spared you from spending your paycheck on another Valentino dress and told you to calm down. She'd be over in a few, you trusted her taste enough, at least you'd have a second opinion. she always looked good, but it was easy for her.
You didn’t think of yourself as an envious person, especially the looks or body category but it was hard in this fragile state of mind to not long for a widows physic.
The loud and echoing noise of your doorbell shook you from your thoughts, you had been spacing out. Throwing on the first piece of fabric you saw on the floor, a large dress shit? Sure, whatever, it was just Natasha. Another loud ring.
“Gimme a moment, Nat!” you shouted, seeing a flash of yourself in a full-sized mirror. you look pathetic, with black tights, a dress shirt, and hair lazily put in a claw. You were already late, how worse could it get?
Spoiler. Much worse. very, very worse.
Opening your front door abruptly, a spew of apologies and worries left your mouth before you could notice the lack of red hair. Eyes wide and mouth gaped, Bucky stood before you. And like the fucking pathetic idiot you are, before Bucky could get a word out, you slammed the door in his face with a high-pitched yelp. A hand flew to cover your mouth, to contain the groans and curse words directed at Natasha. Because of-fucking-course she’d do this.
A wave of guilt and mostly embarrassment washed over you before you could kick yourself more - you opened the door, again.
“I'm so sorry, bucky! I didn't mean to do that– you just surprised me.” the words stumbled over themself, a stuttering mess. You were an udder wreck, this is so embarrassing, you thought. Your voice rose a few octaves, almost certain your makeup had smudged off by now. “Wha- what are you doing here?”
“Nat sent me,” he spoke plainly, standing dumbfounded in your apartment hallway.
“Of course she did.” you cursed and gritted under your breath, words coming out harsher than intended. An unsure face washed over Bucky and he took a tiny step back.
“I can go if you’re uncomfortable.'' Bucky sounded small, it broke your heart.
“No! Please don’t, I'm just freaking out right now– not sure why.” you definitely knew why. Stopping in the middle of your sentence once you notice Bucky's attire. Experiencing whiplash at the sight of the slick, noticeably expensive navy suit he wore. You practically did a double take, blinking like an idiot as you looked him up and down. “Wow! You look great, like really great.”
“And you look…” Bucky's eye trailed up your body, his eyes landing on your face. “Perfect, as always.”
Maybe it was the stress, or nerves, but you were a flustered mess. Complements, embarrassment, running around crying– you shouldn't even try to imagine what you looked like.
“I just threw this on, I…” you noticed the way Bucky began fidgeting and shifting his feet, standing awkwardly with his gaze finding the apartment behind you. “I'm sorry! Come in, come in.”
Moving out of the way for Bucky and letting him in, his eyes travel to every corner, eyes wide in awe. Your apartment was more of the ‘rich, new york snob, with high ceilings and large windows.’ but it was still you and Bucky was taking it in.
Bucky hummed, finishing his look over of the front room and turning back to face you. Fuck, he looked so good, from head to toe, his hair was a little messy and you could see gel residue that made you want to pounce and fix it.
And you were so– a mess.
“I'm sorry for my appearance, I've been panicking and I'm so late, I didn't mean to make you late or worry. Gosh, my makeup is probably messy and–”
Bucky found himself right in front of you, tearing you from your rambling as he grabbed your face. Cradling your jaw in his palms as your eyes met his, wide and frantic. “Doll, stop apologizing, please. You'd done nothing wrong, you look perfect. Everything’s okay.'' Bucky spoke slowly, sure of himself and successfully bringing you back down. You breathed and nodded.
“Now, let me help you get dressed.”
You could kiss him right now if you had a slight nerve. Where did your confidence go all of a sudden?
Bucky must have read your mind, slightly. Pressing a kiss to your crown that made you lean into his hands, worries slowly leaving and almost forgetting about that stupid dress and gala.
Grabbing Bucky's hand with a giddy smile, pulling him into your room slash tornado mess of fabrics. And it showed on Bucky's face, a large huff left his mouth as he stopped in your doorway, eyes exaggeratedly wide..
Maybe it was just growing up in the depression era, and also being just straight-up poor, but the amount of fabric on the floor felt infinite and slightly unnecessary to Bucky. He knew you were a science prodigy and had been paid highly for your research and machines, even more, evident after seeing your place. He's never known luxury and pleasure like this.
“Why do you have so many dresses?”
Shrugging, “fashion is like art to me, and so in some ways, i'm just collecting art. I also have a horrible spending problem, but that's a conversation for another time I think.”
“What are the options?” Bucky asked.
“Uhh,” you stumbled around your room and threw a few dressed around. “Versace, very nice. Christian Dior, is expensive, also nice. Dolce and Gabbana…”
Bucky lazily caught the very expensive dresses you threw around like nothing, peaking into your large walk-in closet. As if your personality summed up into a room, colorful and expensive textiles piled up. Bucky was positive the room was usually clean and organized to the tee. You kept yelling out random French or Italian names Bucky had no knowledge of.
“Okay, slow down. I can speak like twenty-two languages but high fashion is not one of them.” Bucky stopped your rambling, pulling up a long, blood-red gown to your body. “What's wrong with this one, this is pretty.”
You looked at Bucky as if he grew three heads, “way too long, I’d trip over myself all night, and if I’m going with you– red and blue? I know your cap's best friend but come on now, Buck.”
“Okay.” Bucky sighed, picking up a black slim dress. Even imagining you in this one made a pink tint rise to his face. “And this one?”
“Makes me look like a bloated ballon,” you said plainly.
Now Bucky was looking at you like an idiot. “Stop it with that, you’re perfect.”
“Gee thanks, but that doesn't help right now.” you snapped, instantly recoiling at your harsh tone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
Bucky just smiled, his charming and stupidly sweet smile that makes your knees weak. Wrapping his hands gently around your shoulder and staring intently into your eyes. “Baby, calm down.”
You breathed, tried to at least. The sweet name also made you choke but besides that, Bucky's smooth voice distracted you. “I’m calm.”
“Good.” Bucky nodded, his eyes glancing to the far corner of your closet. A certain light in his eyes showed before his gaze came back to your face. “What about that one?”
Bucky pointed to a certain very special, navy blue dress. Your eyes were wide as you looked between Bucky and the dress. As the silky fabric hung from the hanger, you only took it out of the “vault” to look at it, and didn't even think to try it on. Just wanted to relish in the beauty of it.
“I- no, I can't wear that.” you studdered.
Bucky knew nothing of fashion. What looked good, what was in season, or what was acceptable in the fashion industry. All he knew was the dress looked expensive, matching his and even the thought of you in it made bucky want to fall to his knees. He wasn't leaving this apartment without you in it, to hell any stupid excuse you gave.
“Why not?” he said, stepping carefully over the clothes littered beneath him and picking up the dress. Putting it up to your body, it looked perfect.
“James Buchanan. This was personally gifted to me by Vivienne Westwood. I can’t just wear this.” you shouted.
“I don't know who that is or what that means, put it on.” he shoved the dress in your hands.
“Buck-”
“Please, for me?”
Blinking like an idiot in front of Bucky. You couldn't protest anymore, Bucky was more stubborn than you, and you soon realized he probably wasn’t gonna let you out door without at least seeing it on. You held the dress in your hands, running the fabric under your fingers, huffing dramatically. “Fine, I’ll be in the bathroom, wait here”
Your steps cascaded as you left for the bathroom connected to your room, Bucky awkwardly settled himself on the edge of your bed. Beginning to fidget with the hem of his coat jacket as he waited nervously.
Meanwhile, cursing to yourself in the bathroom as you slipped the dress on it. This dress was gravely special to you, because on your off times and not nose deep in the labs, you'd spent them at fashion events and runways.
Meeting Vivienne was one of the best memories of your life, (next to offering Bucky a new arm) and you'd almost dropped dead when a box decked with the familiar orb logo showed up in front of your door. You had only worn it twice - in your bedroom, too scared and almost feeling unworthy to wear such a thing.
Bucky Barnes sure was special for getting you to go to a stark party with it on.
grunts came from the bathroom as you struggled to slip it on, the zipper reached your middle back and out of reach. Slowly unlocking the door, Bucky's head whipped in your direction. And god, suddenly he couldn't breathe. Even as you clumsily shimmied toward Bucky with your arms awkwardly holding the back up, he thought you looked like the most beautiful girl in the world.
“Buck, can you? The zipper, please?” you turned around and showed the back. Bucky couldn't move for a moment, utterly stunned by your presence. You whispered his name again to catch his attention. Then he stumbled to his feet like a flustered 15-year-old boy. He sure felt like one.
“Yeah. sorry, doll. I got it,” he spoke. You tensed up when Bucky's warm hands touched your bare shoulders. His hands held you like you were glass, slowly zipping the dress up fully. But you didn’t turn around yet, facing him now just felt wrong. You could feel Bucky's breath as his hand trailed across your shoulder blades, Bucky felt goosebumps slowly rise to your skin, and all self-control was gone.
Bucky leaned down and placed a small peck on the crook of your neck, he didn’t even know what he was doing but you practically shuddered under his touch. A chill shot through you and your knees went weak. And then another kiss, and another, and another. His lips slowly made their way up your neck, and one of his hands rested on your waist now.
“You're breathtaking, doll. I’m serious, I've never seen someone so beautiful in my life.” bucky whispered close to your ear, hot breath on your skin that made you ache. His featherlike kisses made you ache, he was so gentle and careful like you’d break under him. You ached for more.
Ever so swiftly, you turned to face bucky. Your hands latched to his neck, “kiss me like you mean it, Barnes.”
In a single instant, bucky’s lips crashed to yours as if his life depended on it, like he couldn't breathe without you. Your back arches into him as he pulled you closer, tongue swiping across his as he let you in. bodies pressed against each other, clinging, aching. More, more, more.
“Bucky…” you wined against his lips, and Bucky quickly pondered if this gala was even worth it. You both were already late, anyways. He hummed sweetly against your lips, your knees hit the edge of your bed and with a surprised yelp, bucky fell atop you on the bed. Kiss unbroken, but you smiled and felt bucky smile into the kiss, following him.
Your hand tangled in his long hair, successfully messing it up farther than it was before. Buckys pulled away just enough to look you in the eye, adoration you found and almost melted. The ends of bucky’s lip quirked up into his infamous dorky smile you only saw on a few special occasions.
“We’re already late…” he whispers so softly.
“Yeah.” you can only mutter out in a daze, falling surrender under bucky’s gaze. Your fingers still tangled in bucky’s brunette hair, getting your nails deep and scratching at his scalp. A quiet pleasured groan escapes his lips. “I messed up your hair.”
Bucky chuckles, “it's okay.”
Tugging your lower lip under your teeth, smiling widely as an idea pops into your head. “Get up, come with me.”
you usher him off you, playfully grabbing at his hands and stumbling over your clothes with bucky following close behind you. leading him into your bathroom and in front of the mirror.
Bucky stood much taller than you, especially without heels. Bucky chuckled as you dragged a small step stool and stepped up behind him. He speaks through a grin, “What are you doing?”
“I messed up your hair, but to be honest– whoever did it added too much gel so I’m going to fix it,” you spoke, grabbing a brush and spray bottle and beginning to spritz his hair in the water. Bucky seemed more than content with your hands raking through his locks.
First parting his hair in half, pulling the top half into a bun, and let the rest fall down. Cocking your head at the sight, he always looked good but not this hairstyle for a gala. Bucky's face crunched up too and you took that as a big no. you just left the hair to fall down naturally, being so used to the regular middle part, you thought to grab the comb and give him a side part.
“What do you think about this?” you asked, brushing the hair out.
Bucky hummed, “Different.”
“Bad or…?”
“No.” bucky smiles, then you realize he's not even looking at himself, his eyes are trained on you. “I like it.”
Leaning down to kiss the top of his head, bucky grew flustered. Jumping down from your stool and kicking it away. Grumbling under your breath, “I gotta get my height back.”
And with that, you grabbed a pair of black heels and before you could go to slip them on, bucky swiped them from your hands and wordlessly knelt down and grabbed your leg. Halfway convinced you were dead and gone to heaven before going along and letting bucky slip the heels on your feet.
Bucky’s eyes gaze slowly up your legs, and body and found your eyes. Your breath hitched as his hand begin to slowly travel up your calve, thigh, and waist. Not taking a moment before his lips were on yours again, the kiss was sweeter now, so sweet you felt your teeth rot.
But then it grew wild, and needy when bucky’s hand squeezed at your waist and thigh. Pushing yourself against his body like a puzzle piece, kissing him was so natural to you, like a motion you were meant to do your whole life. Nipping at Bucky’s lower lip, earning a hungry groan from the soldier.
Both his hands found themselves on your thighs, catching you by surprise when he lifts you up to sit on the counter. Giving himself a better angle to push you flush against him, feeling pleasure shoot through you when your hips met his waist. you knew where this would go if you even got a taste though– and you both were already incredibly late. At this point, you wondered if you'd even go.
“Bucky, I'm serious, we gotta go…” you wine against his lips, Bucky chased after your touch but you pulled away.
A dramatic groan escaped his lips, his head falling in the nook of your shoulder. “I know, I know.”
You hopped off the counter, half mindedly grabbing a Vivienne Westwood pearls to finish the look, because god forbid your outfit to be boring. Bucky watched you with adoration as you both walked hand in hand, leading him out of your apartment. One last glance was spared at your mess of a bedroom, you sighed and told yourself you'd clean it later.
Bucky called over a cab and you two headed off to the Stark tower. One quiet and comfortable ride, bucky’s hand stayed placed on your thigh, your head fell onto his shoulder as your gaze landed on the passing new york streets. A small hum escaped your lips, Bucky squeezed your thigh gently and soon enough you were in front of the huge and practically sparkling tower.
The press and flashing paparazzi that found word of the gala yet were not invited littered around, most were gone as you were at least 40 minutes late. Sometimes you forgot these people you worked with were essentially celebrities in the public eye, they had PR teams and brand deals. You'd see tabloids with iron man's names or magazines in the streets talking about Captain America’s new love interest.
And apparently, Bucky Barnes was no different.
“Bucky Barnes! Winter soldier sir! Is this your new girlfriend!” a young man shouted from behind the barricade, a couple of flashes of cameras. You’d expect your pictures on some website with some arbitrary statement about you and Bucky soon. Even so, this man seemed much nicer than the overbearing fangirls of Steve or scum of the earth reporters yelling bottom-line misogynist comments towards Natasha or Wanda.
Bucky kept his head down as you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and forearm, he wasn't one for crowds or simply people who only knew him for what the media portrayed him as.
“You’re okay.” was all you spoke into his ear as you made your way into the doors, being hit with the cool air of the building. Your arms loosened around Bucky now you were in the somewhat safe zone, but his arm snaked around your waist as you walked into the more crowded area.
“Holy shit, I don't know which one to call the arm candy.” Sam's voice yelled from behind you. Being met with Sam in a nice black suit, along with Wanda in a sparkly red dress and Clint in an all-black suit as well.
Everyone looked amazing, it was rare to see them out of kevlar and super suits, or raggedy clothes thrown on after feeling like shit from tough missions.
“And Sam, wow! You clean up nice!” you complimented him.
“You look good, man.” Bucky said, a small smile on his face.
“You too, buck,” Sam said, nodding towards his new hair. “I like the hair, suits you, I still think you need to shave your beard.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, along with a small quirk at the end of his lips as he playfully smacked his shoulder. “Whatever.”
The small chatter continued, a glimpse of the inside of the loud ballroom as guests came and went. Bucky seemed to warm up to everyone more, a smile gracing his lips that made him look at least two decades younger. Soon a smooth and low voice was heard behind you.
“Sometimes I wonder if you are in the wrong profession, you know?” Natasha said, her vibrant red hair pinned up and wearing a beautiful black, slim dress, with two small cutouts on by her waist. You couldn't help but think it was a nod to looking more like the iconic widow hourglass she wore on her belt.
Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, “really?”
“Look at yourself, model material in front of me.” Natasha's eyes scanned up your body, a small smirk on your lips.
“You should thank Bucky.” you smiled, eyes glancing towards the man as he conversed with Sam and Steve. He looked genuinely happy and comfortable, a part of you swelled with pride for him. “He convinced me to wear this.”
“And thank god for that.” she laughed. “Also, I think Tony and Bruce were looking for you.”
It took just that for you to excuse yourself from the group, and give Bucky a comforting squeeze as your heels echoed and left the small gathering of avengers. Going to search for Bruce and Tony, apparently to speak about some new projects and talk with some foreign scientists looking for collaborations.
Meanwhile, the cap quartet was left sitting lazily around hallway couches and successfully avoiding the overbearing and bluntly disrespectful politicians and reporters, fans even. Natasha snuck close to Bucky and next to Sam as they spoke about nonsense or missions.
“You make her feel beautiful?” Natasha spoke, nursing a drink in her hands despite the fact she had only taken 2 sips in the past 20 minutes.
Bucky's mind went back to the bathroom counter or the edge of your bed, the way his heart raced and cock twitched as his hands roamed your body. when your breath hitched as he bent down before you and trailed his palms up your legs, and pressed himself against your core. Bucky hummed, trying to cover up the pink-tinted ears at the more than erotic memory,
“yeah, yeah, I think so.”
******
“I’m really glad this collaboration is going through, I’m hoping we get some really good things done soon.” Miles franco's upbeat and excited voice spoke.
your heels echoed in the hallway, just leaving a semi-empty meeting room with Bruce, Tony, and Pepper. Miles was a scientist and developer with new ideas and resources for some big projects Tony’s been wanting to start. He spoke kindly and had confidence in him that made you feel secure in working with him.
After a text from Bucky that the group had gone into the ballroom to actually do what they were there for, you excused yourself while Bruce continued to look over the contract you’d be signing in a few days, and Tony and Pepper went off to… you’d rather not think about it. Miles kindly offered to walk you back, as long as you introduced him to Natasha. with a smile and laugh you began to walk back.
“I am too, I’m also just glad to be back and working in one place.” you laughed, referring to your last few years of constant traveling, researching, and volunteering. meeting as many high-level and reputable people to kick start a better career. “Tony’s been very good to be over the past month.”
Miles clicked this tongue, making a tsk sound as his steps faltered. He wore a smirk that didn’t match his friendly smile from earlier, like something hidden beneath his conventionally attractive smile and dimples. Once you stopped, he began to close the gap between the two of you, shaking his head.
“You know, you don’t need Tony.” Miles' voice sounded coy, cocky. As if he knew better and had to teach you some lesson.
“Pardon?”
he chuckled, “you're smart, sexy, young, and know your way around a room. in a few years you’ll be running laps around both Tony and Bruce, they’re holding you back by making you work under them.”
you blinked, almost flinching from the sudden change in tone. “they aren’t making me do anything, and we’re partners if anything”
Miles flashed his smile again as he stepped closer and tried to reach for your hand, you smoothly avoided his touch, but he was practically in your face now.
“you know what I mean.” he sighed, “you could be so much more, making millions and having anything your heart desires. make a deal with me, I can give that to you.”
“I’m content with what I have now, thank you. and I’m definitely not making a deal with someone who insults my colleagues— my friends.” you snarled, trying to remain as professional as you could. not wanting to drag out any hostility from the man before you, the hallway was far away from the main ballroom and empty.
you were mentally done with the conversation, wanting away from Mile’s hot breath and uncomfortable stares (you were sure he was staring down your dress as he crept closer). Turning your back on the man, steps speeding up from before as you fumed with anger.
a low chuckle was heard from behind you, making your skin crawl. “fuck, that man really has you dickmatized or something.”
okay, what the fuck?
stopping dead in your tracks, gasping under your breath as your whipped your head back around. face scrunched in anger— stop, you have to tell yourself. He’s trying to make you mad, calm down.
“Excuse me, what now?”
“Barnes. You don’t think everyone knows by now? I’m positive he’s the only reason you're still at that shitty compound, working with those super freaks. you could be so much more if it wasn’t for him.”
Breathe in— breathe out.
trying to settle the rage settling low in your stomach, slowly rising to your chest. trying not to make your voice shake as you responded. “Bucky has absolutely nothing to do with my job.”
another low laugh. God, this man was fucking evil.
“Come on! you’re fucking amazing and potentially one of the smartest people on earth, that guy doesn’t deserve you! I’m sure with the amount of brain damage the commies gave him he can’t even count to 10.” Miles frustrated, closing the gap once again, you felt stuck in place. “face it, he’s a fucking nut who only knows how to handle a gun like a mad man, a ticking time bomb.”
your fist clenched until your nails dug into your palm, blood trickling down your hand. Your breath was unsteady with rage, but you couldn’t move— you felt frozen under his disgusting gaze. Mile's hand moved to grab at your waist and pull you close, you jerked back.
heavy exhales, your voice raised slightly - keep it professional - you must have been shaking. “don’t insult my- my boyfriend’s intelligence, you are not even an ounce of the man he is. and do not even try to touch me again.”
Miles rolled his eyes, trying to step closer again if possible. “come one, don’t be like that babe-“
“and consider your part in this collaboration gone. you will not be making any more money or deals with Stark industries from now on.” your voice settled, you sounded stern and strong. holding your head high as you held back from screaming in his face.
Mile’s features dropped, the cocky smirk faded and he looked weak – desperate and small. “you don’t have the right to do that.”
now, you got in his face. “yes, Miles. yes, I do.”
he genuinely looked scared and pride warmed in your chest. getting one last ‘fuck you’ in as you very harshly slammed your heel on his foot. he groaned and curled into himself, you hoped to draw blood there. you were wearing stilettos.
picking up your pace as you fled from him, head still held high but you felt shaky. this wasn’t the first time you’d experienced sexual harassment or insults and you were sure it wasn’t going to be the last but the meer mention of Bucky shook you, the insult towards Bruce and Tony. the way he felt like he held something over your head and felt obligated to touch you. your skin crawled.
you were left in a daze, finding your way back to the ballroom, warm lights and loud chatter everywhere. instantly hiding from the crowded areas and searching for Bucky. you edged with anxiety.
Breathe in— breathe out.
Bucky stood near the bar, nursing a drink that probably had zero effect on him. you sped over to him and pushed out a smile.
“Buck! sorry, I got caught up!” you spoke as you approached him. Bucky’s eyes lit up lighter than any light in the room, making you feel warm and comfortable again.
“Hey, doll.” Bucky smiled, reaching to wrap his arm around your waist. “don’t worry, how’d the talk go?”
you opened your mouth to speak of the contract and project, finding a way to leave the hallway interaction out. but Bucky interrupted you abruptly, worry fell onto his features as he brought your hand into his.
“Sweetheart, what is this? are you okay?” he looked down at your bleeding palm, small cuts the size of your nails and the tips and cuticle of your nails stained red.
“It's nothing.” you shrugged it off and slipped your hand away from his grasp.
“No.” Bucky spoke, stern and clear. Grabbing your hand back and running his fingers along the small cuts. “It's not. What happened?”
You sighed heavily, avoiding eye contact but Bucky knew much better. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and index, your eyes still gazed down.
“Baby.” bucky whispered.
“Seriously, Bucky, it's nothing. I just had a frustrating person in that meeting, didn’t even realize I was doing it.” you rattled, grasping for an excuse without having to lie to the man.
Bucky sighed, pulling you away to the side with no word. Wetting an entirely too expensive Stark napkin with alcohol and wiping at your plams, stinging slightly. Bucky worked so gently, his hand wrapped around your forearm made you feel warm.
“I've seen you handle Stark at his lowest moment, bark off assholes like it's nothing. It is obviously not nothing, doll”
You wouldn't win this, not with the most stubborn man in front of you. You watched as he smoothed his thumb over your hand.
“this guy…” Bucky listened intently, his full attention on you and adoration yet, worry dripped from his features. “The collaborator from France, he said some rude things about Tony, Bruce and, uh… you. He tried to sweet talk me into leaving Stark industrie. Kept calling me all these objectifying names, he’s a dick I can’t believe I was excited about this project.”
Bucky's back straightened and his jaw clenched. He looked around the room, almost to find the man responsible. It was Bucky's turn to clench his first, knuckles turning white.
“and you?” was all Bucky could manage to mumbled out.
“I told him off and smashed his foot with my heel, and I'm making Tony diminish the contract.” you replied.
“Good.” Bucky nodded, snarling under his breath. “deserves a lot more than that.”
“I’m okay, seriously. just shook me up for a moment.” you reassure the man, because there was no way he was letting go of this. you took Bucky’s hand and dragged him towards the dance floor. “now dance with me, sergeant.”
the bright, boyish smile reluctantly returned to his face. hands almost instantly falling at your side and pulling you flush again this chest. you chased into the touch, grinning.
And that's how you and Bucky spent the next few moments, soft live music played in the background, other couples and friends swayed around you two. Bucky would quietly hum along to the music sometimes, your head rested on his chest and you'd feel the soft vibrations from him. You'd never understand how safe and secure you could feel in someone's arms, the idea sounded so out of reach and impossible only a few months ago. God knows you had never even thought to make time to explore that idea, but here it was, coming to you without even realizing it. It felt so natural now.
Bucky's hand smoothed on the exposed skin on your back and arms, he breathed freely, not feeling tense or on edge like most of his life. And for the first time since the alps, Bucky felt soft inside– in a sense. Bucky didn't feel dangerous, like he would break the person that he held in his arms. He didn't feel like an animal, a machine, or a murderer. Bucky smelled the lavender conditioner in your hair, the expensive smelling perfume on you. Bucky felt like a man in love with a girl, he is one.
Oh god, Bucky Barnes is in love. A feeling he has not felt since maybe 1942? when he took that red headed girl to coney island, but even that could never compare to the feelings swelling in his chest now. Being in love was scary– so, so scary. But with you warm and smiling in his arms, it was hard for Bucky to think of anything else.
“Bucky.” you wined, Bucky pulled away just enough to see your face. Your eyelids flutter in tiredness, a haze filtered across your eyeballs. “Are you obliged to stay for anything?”
“Not that I know of, doll. You want to get out of here?” Bucky spoke so smoothly, so flirtatious. He felt younger and more confident.
You nodded lazily, and Bucky looked around to see the crowd had begun to disperse. People hung round and talked, most were slightly tipsy. The craze of politicians and reporters settled. Bucky's hand smooth from your shoulder to your hand, ready to pull you into him and guide you home.
But his hands grazed the small cuts on your palm, he tensed. Gladly, you didn't notice. Bucky had one more thing to do before he left.
“Sweetheart, I have to go ask Steve something real quick, meet me in the lobby and i'll take you home?”
“Everything okay?” you asked, Bucky hoped you didn’t pick up on his… scheming. Flashing a smile, “of course, I’ll be quick.”
Nodding again, your heels echoed away from Bucky, the dress train cascading behind you beautifully. You reminded Bucky of some sort of angel.
A slight scowl fell upon Bucky's face as his blue eyes searched the ground, he found Steve with ease. Bucky had some sort of sixth sense when it came to finding Steve, ever since they were just two pre-teens getting lost in the city, Bucky was always the one having to search and rescue him from large crowds. The added height now just made it even easier.
His steps were heavy and with purpose, finally approaching the blonde. Standing close to Sam, Bruce and Clint. Good.
“Hey, buck. Where did your girl go?” Steve asked, all eyes now on him as he joined the small circle. Bucky's ears tinted pink towards the mention of you being his - he hoped you'd want that.
“We’re about to leave, she's getting tired.” Bucky replied. Steve opened his mouth to respond, small talk maybe, or a short goodbye and a pat on the back but Bucky was already onto other things.
Bucky turned to the timid scientist, getting Bruce’s attention. “Hey, banner! Who was the guy that y/n was with earlier? Looked french.”
Somewhat of a rhetorical question, Bucky kinda knew of the guy, he knew enough from what he heard from you. Steve was watching from the side with realization soon growing on his face, but he didn't speak a word.
“He's a scientist that Tony and I were wanting to collaborate with, I think he is still here if you're looking for him. At the bar I think.” Bruce replied.
“Great, thank you.” Bucky forced out a half hearted smile and began to turn away from the group. Steve grabbed onto his shoulder before he could heave.
“What are you doing?” Steve asked, he knew Bucky better than most and recognized the off look in his eyes. Steve grew concerned.
Bucky looked at the others in the group, pulling Steve close and hoped none of them picked up the words he whispered into his ear. “Some punk tried to come onto her like a creeper, shook her up real good, talked badly about the team and kept trying to come onto her.”
“And you plan to do what?” Steve knew the answer to his own question.
Bucky gave Steve a knowing look. Bucky was clearly growing annoyed and Steve could tell when he started talking like it was the 40s again, strong Brooklyn accent coming out with it. “Gonna teach the fella’ a lesson.”
Steve exhaled, slowly letting go of Bucky's shoulder. his eyes fell onto the bar as he found the man. steve didn’t object.
It’ll be okay if he is a little late, right?
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Chapter 6 Where you are
Chapter 6 of Sugar
A/N- I hope you guys are enjoying the series so far!!
Warning- Swearing, FLUFF!!, talks of blood and self inflicting wounds, long chapter.
Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader
Episode- Half of 2x01- 2x03
(Let me know if you want to be tagged)
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The most dangerous thing about the good times is that you may grow too comfortable with them.
Ever since the incident with the mundane non-sorcerer capturing you, life wasn’t easy, you couldn’t be as naive. Yet when you began to date Suguru, he basked you in a beaming light, he’s helped you heal from that pain, that trauma. It’s true you’ll always have to live with those memories, but being with him has brought this good comfort to your life that was lost. You aren’t naive again, but you’ve never felt more alive.
So now that you are comfortable with life again all you want is this, you want to keep your friends, Suguru, and Satoru by your side. You want to continue living where you are now, in this happiness.
“Hey guys, I’m back—” You quickly cut yourself off after you open the gym door and walk into Suguru glaring at your brother, and your brother blabbing about something you can see is annoying Suguru.
“Quit making yourself feel better by sprouting bullshit.” Satoru raises his hand and pretends to act disgusted. “Blegh.”
What a pain in the ass. Why do they have to be like this?
Shoko spots you and quickly chooses to take her chance to run to you still by the door.
“Actually,” you announce loudly as you let the doors go and back up. “Forget I’m here.”
There’s one thing you’ve grown to really, truly hate since being here at school, and that is Suguru and Satoru arguing. They don’t get into physical fights, or stop talking to one another for periods of days—actually the day after you told Satoru you were dating Suguru, Suguru said he acted normal. So their arguments don’t escalate to nothing bad, but they are super fucking annoying!
Satoru and Suguru both have different ideals. Suguru always tries to have your brother see things his way. Suguru tries to humble your brother, but Satoru is hard headed so he doesn’t listen, he argues back and just makes things a petty mess. Which is why when they get like that you just stay out of it and or leave them alone until things cool off again.
And like now for example, and like many times before, Shoko leaves with you.
“How was today?” You ask her as you walk away from the gym.
Shoko shrugs nonchalantly. “Easy, but that’s why I got sent. It did feel nice going out with them though.”
You shoot her a small smile and interject. “You kill any curses?”
Shoko shakes her head. “Nah, Satoru and Suguru did most of the work. I was the support, and I was there for the experience.
You laugh softly. “I’d love to have you as my support,” you tease her. “I know I’d get my work done quicker.”
Shoko pushes your shoulder slightly. “Don’t tease me like that or I’ll gladly take you away from Geto.”
You both laugh and proceed to hook your arms around each others. Once you both calm down you cut in. “Are you free while Suguru finishes arguing with my brother? I want to practice my reverse cursed technique.”
Shoko looks at you with her eyebrows knitted together. “And you need me for what?” She asks. “To explain how it works?” She sighs and tilts her head away. “Because I really suck at that.”
You shake your head. “No, I know how it works, but I’m still learning though, so I need you to be my lookout, and to guide me,” you explain.
Shoko’s gaze drifts to you and she offers you a small smile. “Okay, I can do that.”
Like with Suguru, you take Shoko to your favorite spot up the hill and by the pond.
“So you know the basics, right?” Shoko inquires as she lets your hand go to sit on the bench whilst you sit on a large flat rock in front of the pond.
“Yes,” you agree. “Negative cursed energy times negative cursed energy equals positive cursed energy. It’s easy to grasp!”
Shoko folds her arms over her chests and shrugs. “You’d think, but only a selected few actually grasp the concept.”
You hum softly in agreement, and proceed to put your hand out and point your palm to the sky to quickly get into it before Suguru can find you.
“I learned it when I was a little girl,” you let Shoko know as you pick up a sharp enough looking stone from the ground around you. “I’ve just never actually developed it since I focused on bettering my cursed technique instead. But now that I’m here and actually have time. And now that you’re my friend and have such a special skill,” you flatter her. “I can finally focus on actually mastering RCT.”
You push the sharp stone towards your palm, but hesitate to actually cut it.
Albeit you know there’s no other way to actually practice without having to heal something. But, fuck! You are scared of the fucking pain.
You’re been through worse, but this is voluntary—But there’s no other way to get better. At least for you anyway.
Fuck! Fuck…okay here goes nothing.
You press the sharp end of the stone deep in your flesh and slice your palm, causing blood to quickly rush out and drop onto the rock you sit on.
It hurts like hell, but you try your best to drift your focus on healing your wound. After all, when it comes down to it, on a mission you’ll need to use RCT to heal your body, or worse, pull you from the nasty grasps of death. Which is why you inhale deeply and try to drift that positive cursed energy from your chest to your wounded palm. However, it’s as your chest rises that Shoko quickly leaves her spot on the bench and crouches down in front of you.
“No,” she cuts in and grabs your wrist, not caring if she could get stained by blood. “Unlike our cursed energy which flows from our stomach,” she says as she swiftly moves her hand over to touch your stomach. “RCT is directed from the brain,” she says and now moves her hand to point at your head.
RCT is something you barely grasped, but never dived too deep into. So what she says is really surprising and informative.
“Alright,” you mutter and let your breath go to now drive your focus to your head, to focus on the negative cursed energy you produce to positive.
And it’s funny, or great in a sense. You can actually feel your mind producing that positive cursed energy, it feels…tingly but soothing. As you focus on driving it to your bleeding wound you can actually feel that positive cursed energy flowing to your hand. It’s amazing.
Yet nothing beats how awe-striking it is to watch RCT stitch your flesh back together. If it weren’t for the blood staining your hand, it’d be like nothing ever happened. There’s not even a scar.
Then again, the cut was small and done without cursed energy hurting you. Scars can still form on severe cases.
“I need you to promise me something, Y/N Gojo,” Shoko interjects, causing your attention to snap to her standing up—“with RCT directed from your brain it means that if you face an opponent and they figure out you can heal yourself, they’ll go for your head so you can’t heal. So,” she says softly. “Always protect your head. You are more skilled in long range combat after all.”
You blink in surprise to her expression of affection. She’s not someone who actually acts cool and distant like Nanami, she shows her affection in her own ways, but it’s rare hearing her express it verbally and with such vulnerability.
“Well,” you sigh. “That’s true,” you agree. “But Satoru and Suguru are both helping me train in close combat, so down the line I’ll be comfortable using both.”
Shoko averts her gaze and hums softly as she nods. “Okay,” she says before sliding her eyes back to you. “Well that doesn’t change anything. Promise me you’ll protect your head…life around here would be pretty boring without you.”
You push yourself up and approach her with an assuring smile. “Well if that’s the case,” you say. “Then I promise I’ll always try to be careful, Ieiri. I swear.”
Said girls lips pull to a soft smile before she chuckles and nods. “Good,” she mumbles. “Now,” she sighs and sits on the bench again. “Heal a cut made by the stone I’ll imbue with my cursed energy because—”
“They’re harder to heal,” you finish for her as you step back and sit back down on your spot.
Shoko scoffs. “No—well sometimes, but actually, they’re slower to heal.”
You hum in comprehension and pick up a different stone to throw over to her waiting hand. And just like she mentioned, when you cut your palm with the stone imbued by cursed energy, you feel the RCT heal your wound slower than before. This time rather than it feeling soothing, when your hand begins to heal, it feels…irritating for the first few seconds until you don’t feel anything.
Is it going to feel like this all the time then? That’s annoying.
“See, now you’ve mastered it,” Shoko deadpans. “Easy. Just remember that it comes from your brain, not your stomach, so please don’t fry your brain either.”
You lean back on the rock by putting your arms back, and then counter her. “It might be easy, but I need to perfect it.”
Shoko shrugs sluggishly. “I guess.”
Now that you’ve got that over with, you wonder where Suguru is. It’s been a while now and you did agree to train together today.
Did they really get in a fight?
You to Sugar: Did you and my brother kill each other or? Where are you?
“Can you help me later?” Shoko interjects. “My lab rats only get me so far, I need to test out on a person.”
Your face twists in horror. She wants you to be her labrat?
The last time that happened you ended up with a broken nail and a twisted wrist. It hurt! Seeing your nail break hurt your soul.
“Well…” You roll out hesitantly and avert your gaze.
However, before you can answer your phone goes off as a message arrives. When you check you instantly smile.
Sugar: Here
Your smile fades and you feel confused now. Nevertheless just as you were typing your probing question, multiple footsteps can be heard approaching the area. When you look over to the path you catch sight of Suguru coming up the hill first. You shoot each other a smile before suddenly Satoru runs past him and runs over to you to push you down before he runs past you.
“Hey!” You shout before you get up and chase after him.
Satoru doesn’t run away fast, so you catch up to him quickly and push him back.
Satoru laughs and lets himself fall beside Shoko on the bench. You don’t get carried away and leave him be, instead you just glare at him whilst Suguru falls beside you.
“What were you guys fighting about earlier?” You express your curiosity since you walked in while it was already tense.
“Nothing,” Satoru answers bluntly, whilst Suguru proceeds to answer at the same time with an actual response.
“Difference in morals, Yaga cut us off before anything could develop though.”
You roll your eyes in annoyance. You should’ve known, it was almost always the same thing.
“Anyway, onto actually interesting news,” Shoko cuts in and pushes your knee with her shoe. “Y/N here mastered RCT.”
You shake your head and quickly rebuttal her. “Not mastered. I still need to get better, but yes I've understood the concept a lot better now. Which will help me better.” You tried not to but you can’t help it. You get excited to show it off, especially to your brother. “Watch!”
You proceed to pick up the stones you had been using, and while Shoko imbues one stone with her cursed energy you use the other normal stone to cut your palm again.
“That doesn’t seem sanitary whatsoever,” Satoru mutters as he watches you lean over to let Shoko cut your other palm with the imbued stone.
“It doesn’t matter,” you brush Satoru off and lift your hands to show off your palms to the three spectators. “Now watch!”
Suguru leans to the side to take a better look at your palms, while you focus on your brain and multiply the negative cursed energy to create positive cursed energy. Once again that weird sensation hits you, but that quickly gets drowned out by your excitement as your wounds begin to heal.
“You seeing it?!” You ask your brother with a grin.
Satoru nods softly. “Yeah I’m watching. Good job, sis,” he says genuinely.
You can’t contain your excitement and let it out by embracing Suguru’s arm.
“I’m glad you finally got around to finish learning that,” Suguru says as he tilts his head down to rest his chin on your head. He would’ve kissed your head, he likes doing that all the time, it’s his favorite thing to do when you aren’t kissing each others lips, but of course he doesn’t now because he says he doesn’t want to make Satoru uncomfortable by actually kissing you, even if it is just your head. So instead he likes to remedy that by small acts when you’re around your brother; like wrapping his arm around your shoulders, hooking his pinky with yours, sitting behind you and wrapping his legs around you, or like now, holding your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I’ve pushed it off for far too long,” you say and hold onto him tighter.
“Now she’s better at something else than you,” Shoko directs at Satoru.
It’s not like you tried to do it for that reason, actually you learned RCT to try and impress your parents when you were young. Let’s just say they didn’t really care though.
“What’s the other thing may I ask?” Your brother asks as he you see him look at your friend with an unamused look.
Shoko smirks. “Looks,” she doesn’t hold back from saying.
You beam at her and hear Suguru laugh, whilst Suguru rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disagreement.
“Now let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves,” he says, making you groan. “Let’s instead focus on the reason why we stopped here.”
You raise a questioning brow and press him. “What do you mean?”
Satoru shoots you a smirk. “Suguru and I are going on a three-day mission starting today. We should be on our way, but,” he pauses and groans. “Suguru wanted to stop by to talk to y/n.”
Your eyes widen slightly before you let Suguru’s arm go to step back and look between him and your brother with curiosity. “Mission?” You probe. “Since when?”
Suguru passes Satoru an annoyed look before he meets your gaze and answers. “Since today, that’s why Yaga interrupted us. We’re being sent to protect Tengen’s Star Plasma vessel from two groups that are trying to stop her from joining Tengen and merging.”
Her?
“One is the Curse User Group Q,” Satoru continues for Suguru. “Which is looking to upend Jujutsu society with Tengens rampage.”
“Okay,” Shoko says in comprehension, whilst your mind dwindles between the information and the fact that it’s a girl they’re protecting.
You shouldn’t be jealous, it’s a job, and from what you’ve learned on Tengen, he needs a vessel to stop himself from evolving to some higher being. So the girl is going to die and what is it…become one with Tengen? Or become him? It? They? Well whatever, the girl is going to die—but you are still feeling inklings of jealousy.
“And the other group,” Satoru continues. “Is the Star Religious group, also known as the Time Vessel Association, which worships Tengen as a god or something.”
Why do they want to stop Tengen from assimilating then if he’s their god?
Yet before you can ask that something else spills out of your mouth. “How old is this girl?”
Shoko chuckles, and Satoru scoffs before Suguru answers, “middle school age.”
Oh, what a relief.
“So you’ll be away from school why? Isn’t it safer bringing her here?” You ask. “Have her spend the rest of her time here where it’s protected?”
Satoru shrugs. “You’d think, but we’re supposed to stay away until the last day. I’ll see if I can change that though,” he comments with obvious annoyance. “I’m not entertaining no brat.”
Suguru sighs in disagreement but doesn’t comment, instead he grabs your arm and begins to pull you to him. “Satoru why don’t you meet me down the hill? We need to go now, we’ve wasted enough time as it is. I just want to talk to y/n first.”
Your brother narrows his gaze and slouches with the intention not to move.
“Satoru,” you call out so he can listen.
Shoko gets the memo and when she gets up she grabs Satoru’s arm to drag him with her. Luckily he doesn’t make this harder than it needs to be and follows her.
“Two minutes,” Satoru warns Suguru nevertheless. “Or I will come and drag you out.”
You roll your eyes, but Suguru just nods without bothering to counter back with something sassy or filled with annoyance. You then proceed to watch your brother walk away until he’s no longer visible.
“Three days?” You question as Suguru turns to face you now.
Suguru nods softly. “Yeah, but we might end up coming back here after we pick her up. I don’t know, I'll let you know.”
You scoff and shoot him a smile as you lean over and press your hands on the sides of his neck. “No, don’t distract yourself, you don’t have to text me. Focus on the mission and keeping yourself safe. Please.”
A small smile tugs on his lips and he carefully begins to caress your hand that you have on his neck. “I will, but I do have your brother so I’ll be okay.”
You nod in agreement. “Yeah I know. But still,” you say. “I don’t want to distract you. If you’re not here by tonight I’ll send you something. And if you miss me throughout the day, watch your homescreen or look through your camera roll full of pictures of me.” You laugh softly. “Or look at your messages…I might surprise you and send you a picture.”
Suguru grins and raises his hands to cup your cheeks and pull you in for a deep kiss. You cherish it and revel in it as if you won’t see each other again, as if you’re afraid to forget the taste of each other's lips. You proceed to tease him to keep him with you longer, but just as you swipe your tongue on his bottom lip he pulls back and presses a kiss on the top of your head instead.
“You know I can’t stay long,” he mutters against you. “Be wary of your phone, okay? You’re strong—”
You scoff in protest, but he pulls his head back to meet your gaze and reassure you. “You are, and we might need you, so just be wary. Regardless I’ll call you later.”
He didn’t listen to you whatsoever.
“Fine,” you say and don’t bother arguing. “Be careful…” you pause as you want to say those three meaningful words again, but you stop short before you can even utter them. You’re still too scared to do it.
You don’t want him to reject you, nor do you want to force him to repeat it if he doesn’t mean it yet.
“Look out for each other,” you add instead. “I do want to see you again, you know?”
Suguru laughs softly before pressing one last kiss on your lips. “I’ll be careful, Firefly.”
You groan in protest and push him back, causing him to snicker before he takes your hand and walks with you down the hill.
And just like he was told, Satoru is waiting for Suguru down the hill. Except he’s being annoying about it and tapping his foot on the floor while he has his arms crossed.
Since you’ve said your goodbyes with your boyfriend though you walk to your brother. “Be careful, Satoru, okay?”
“I don't need to be careful,” he responds all smugly, making you roll your eyes but continue to try and be sweet and caring.
“Just don’t die, look out for each other and…come back.”
Satoru tilts his head down to look at you with his eyes before he responds in the same smugness. “Don’t worry, sis.” He shoots you a half grin. “I’ll be fine.” He turns on his heels and grabs Suguru’s arm to pull him along, most likely because he thought Suguru would want to take one more minute with you.
You still follow them though, all the way to the exit. They both wave at you when they’re walking out, and you wave back with a small smile on your face. When they give you their backs as they keep retreating, you just stand there and watch their figures turn smaller until you can no longer see them.
You have nothing to worry about, you tell yourself so as to not worry about the two most important people in your life. Theye the strongest after all.
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*LATER*
“What about after graduation?” You ask your group of friends. “Do you guys have any specific plans or are you planning on staying here?”
It had been only a couple hours since Satoru and Suguru left, and you’ve kept yourself busy at home since then since you didn’t get sent out on a mission after the one you went to in the morning; you’ve trained with your cursed technique, mediatated, and read. Now you’re helping Shoko just like promised, except Haibara and Nanami are with you too.
Well Nanami ended up helping Shoko, you are…supporting her from across the small table, and talking to her and your friends with your legs on Nanami’s lap, and your body leaned against Haibara as you give yourself a nice manicure.
“Well I already have a cozy job offer here,” Shoko shares nonchalantly. “So unless I get offered something better, then I’m staying here.”
You hum in comprehension and tilt your head back to peek at Haibara as he answers your question next. “Well I actually would like to be a teacher, so if they gave me a job here I would totally stay.” He says with enthusiasm before looking at you from the corner of his eyes. “What about you?”
You roll your head down and watch as you file the nail on your left pointer finger. “I’m leaving after school. I’ll accept jobs, but I won’t stay here.” You sigh. “I have goals I want to accomplish that don't involve staying here. Maybe I’ll be like Miss Yuki Tsukumo.” You smile proudly. “She’s so cool! I want to be like her when I grow up.”
Nanami scoffs before retorting. “She’s a slack off, she doesn’t pick up missions so that leaves us to do more work. She’s an adult but acts like a rebellious teen. You have the potential to be a lot better.”
You shrug him off and defend a woman you’ve never met before but have only heard about. “Well I think she’s cool. And the higher ups dislike her so she’s even cooler in my book.”
You move onto your last nail and only remember that you’re helping Shoko when he asks her a question from her notes.
“How many pairs of chromosomes does a human being typically have?”
You’ve always wondered why it is that Shoko wants to actually study to be an actual doctor when she has her special RCT ability that does all the work. And she put it simply, she wants the title and it’ll help her understand medical situations better. If it were you, you wouldn't do all that, but now that she’s doing it, good for her. You support her, and are proud of her.
“23 pairs,” she answers nonchalantly.
Nanami nods in agreement and pulls out the next notecard.
“So what about a family?” Shoko asks a different question to drift away from her study. “Would you guys want a family of your own? I don’t know if I would, I’ll go with the flow. All I do know is that I’m going to become a doctor.”
You smile at her with pride whilst you also give her your hand so she can help you paint your nails.
“Well,” you sigh and answer what comes to mind. “I don’t know, I’ve never given it any thought. It’d be nice I think, but…” you pause for a second and look up at the ceiling. “I really don’t know.”
The world isn’t perfect, it never will be, but you know all the ugly that it contains. It’s why you’ve never actually let yourself actually think too deeply about that. It’s why you’re okay if you don’t have a family of your own, plus you’re happy with the family you already have; your brother, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara and Suguru. As long as you have them in your life you’ll always be satisfied.
“Now you, Haibara,” you direct back at your friend. “What are your thoughts?”
“Hm, well,” he hums quietly before he shares what he knows. “I think it would be nice when I meet the right person.”
You smile softly and nod. “That’s good.” You look at the blond guy across you and give him the option to answer since he was mostly quiet while you all talked. “And you Nanamin?”
“No,” he answers bluntly. “I don’t think so, at least not while I continue doing this.”
“Fair.”
“Now, next question,” he drifts the attention away. “What part of the body produces insulin?”
Shoko props her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her hands as she thinks.
“Liver?” She answers hesitantly.
Nanami shakes his head and presses the notecard on the table so she can see the real answer; the pancreas.
“Oh,” she laughs it off. “I was going to answer with that. It’s a good thing I still have some time to go before I begin to study for my doctor's license.”
Nanami shakes his head in disapproval, and Haibara and you laugh. Shoko smirks before she lets your hand go so the paint can dry. You’re about to give her your other hand but then your phone rings, so you quickly slide your legs off Nanami’s lap and sit up. When you pick your phone you see that it’s Suguru calling you.
You told him not to, but you’re happy that he is, so you answer right away. “Hello!” You smile wider. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he relieves you of that worry. “I’m fine. We’re all fine. We just uh, fought some curse users here…”
That doesn’t sound fine.
Your smile falls and you press him with worry and annoyance that was he brushing off the real danger of it all just to assure you. “That doesn’t sound fine. Where are you guys?”
“We’re fine,” he repeats himself. “We are now, that's why I’m calling you.” He laughs softly, but you find no amusement or reassurance in that laugh.
“You also said you’d call if you were in danger—are you being held captive? Cough if you need help.”
“Is everything okay?” Haibara interjects as they all listen in.
“Y/N,” Suguru calls out firmly. “I’m okay, Satoru is okay. We are okay. I just…wanted to hear from you.”
Regardless of how annoyed you currently feel, your face burns and a smile twitches on your face. “Well in that case,” you play along. “I am glad you’re calling. I know it must be hard work, so thank you for taking time out of your day to call. But are you sure it’s okay? I’ve been holding back from texting you out of fear that I’ll distract you.”
Suguru shares a breathless laugh. “It’s fine, darling.”
He’s never called you that before. Your mother used to call you that, but she never actually meant it affectionately, and it was always while she was being manipulative about something.
But Suguru, his voice is soft when he says it, it’s not dry or emotionless. You like the way he says it.
“Well, okay then,” you whisper. “What do you want to hear? How proud I am of you? I’m not there but I know you’re doing a good job.” You smirk.
“Please,” Nanami cuts in. “Take that call somewhere else.”
You wave him off and once again swing your legs over to rest them on his lap.
“No,” Suguru mumbles. “You don’t need to do that, especially because I’m not done yet. Just tell me about your day, what are you doing now?”
“Now?” You repeat and look around at your group of friends. “I’m helping Shoko by being her laprat.”
Suguru scoffs. “Labrat? Again? Well please tell her to keep you whole, I do look forward to seeing you again.”
You grin and can’t help but giggle like a lovestruck dork.
“I will relay the message, but don’t worry I’m helping her study.”
“You are?” Nanami mutters.
You laugh. “I am!” You counter. “I'm her emotional and mental support. So is Haibara.”
“I like the sound of that,” said guy agrees.
You throw your hand out and give him a thumbs up before you focus back on Suguru.
“Are you coming back here?” You ask him full of hope.
Suguru sighs and stays quiet for a moment, making you begin to worry. Before you can ask he answers. “No, not yet. We’re actually on our way to Naha.”
“You’re going to Okinawa?” You cut in with disbelief, making your friends pay closer attention. “What for?”
There’s another second of silence before he answers. “Uh, the vessel, Riko Amanai, her caregiver got captured by the Time Vessel association, so we’re going to go rescue her.”
The mundane non-sorcerer cult took the caregiver?
Here you thought they’d be weak.
“So you lied?” You remark.
“No,” Suguru quickly rebuttals. “No, we’re fine, we’ll get her back with no trouble I’m sure of it.”
“Uh-huh.”
“How long do you think you’ll stay there then?” You ask quieter.
“We’re flying over tonight and getting the caregiver back in the morning, so just a day…that’s actually another reason why I’m calling you too.”
You sigh. “Here I thought you actually wanted to talk to me. Pft.”
“I did want to hear your voice, that's why I delayed on telling you this now,” he argues back. “Yaga is probably going to tell you soon, but we need you, Nanami and Haibara to fly in tomorrow morning. The guys will be guarding the airport and you’ll meet up with us.”
At least you’ll see him again, that’s the good thing. But he did avoid telling you about the trouble they’re facing though, so that’s irritating.
“We’ll be at an Island,” he continues to add. “So you’ll have an advantage with your cursed technique just in case something does happen while we’re here.”
You hum in agreement, and that’s when he notices that you aren’t excited as you should be.
“I didn’t hide the truth on purpose, you know?” He argues.
This time you listen to what Nanami complained about and sit up. “Just hold on,” you tell Suguru, and then get up and step out of the room to talk to him now that your conversation has drifted to something more private and serious.
“Okay, I’m back now, and I’ll just say,” you interject right away. “I could have handled it. You don’t need to protect me. One it’s not you or my brother in danger so it would be easier to understand. Two, if this is going to continue working we need to communicate. You can’t decide for me what you think is okay or not, I decide that. And I know I can be a little sensitive, but you can’t shield me from the ugly you know?”
A deep breath comes from the other end and silence follows. You can’t see his face but you wish you could so you can read his expression. You don’t regret what you just said, you don’t even feel bad, it’s your truth, and a truth he needs to know if you're going to continue dating. But you don’t like the silence. It makes you nervous.
It’s not until a few seconds later that Suguru interjects softly. “I understand, I’m sorry. I should have not avoided the subject from the beginning, you’re right you can handle it. I just did want to hear from you first, it’s been a…long day.”
You smile bashfully down at the floor beneath your feet. “I guess the news would’ve spoiled the mood,” you admit.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “But you are also right. I shouldn’t have shielded you from the truth. Not at a time like this.”
You nod. “Exactly.” You smile softly and just before either of you could say anything, the voice of your brother is heard in the background.
“Hey, you’re still talking to y/n?”
“Yes?” Suguru answers.
You narrow your gaze slightly in confusion, but you then understand why he bothered to ask.
“Okay, just pass her to me, I need to talk to her,” Satoru mutters quickly before you hear commotion and then his voice through the phone. “Sis before you leave, while you pack, go to my room and bring me some casual clothes. Something comfortable. Understand?”
You sigh and don’t even think of your answer. “All right. I understand.”
“Good! Thank you—oh and bring yourself something comfortable too! Beachwear. So bring me something for that too actually.”
You look down at the floor confused before you probe. “Why? What are you planning?”
You can practically hear your brother grin before he answers evasively. “Just do what I ask.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine,” you breathe out, but drop your annoyance quickly as you fill with worry again. “Are you okay, Satoru? Have you eaten? Slept?”
“Hey,” he blurts. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m strong, and I’m the oldest sibling here. Just worry about getting here, and…Suguru. I’m fine.”
Yeah you won’t do that but you don’t want to argue so you just mumble back. “I understand.”
Footsteps begin to echo nearby so you look off the ground and see Yaga approaching. Most likely with the news Suguru just shared with you.
“I have to go,” you let Satoru know. “But! You’re on your way to the airport right?”
“Uh-huh.”
You smile excitedly. “Okay, do me a huge favor, go to that shop we like to go to, the one next to—”
“Mochi?” He finishes saying for you. “I’m so ahead of you, sis. I got us some!”
You grin. “Yay. Okay, okay I really have to go now. Bye.”
“I’ll pass you back to Suguru.” Satoru says, and you hear rustling as he does just that.
Yet just before your boyfriend can actually give you a proper goodbye, Satoru hangs up for him. “Goodbye—“
He’s still hesitant about Suguru and you. It’s not as bad as before, but he still hasn’t fully come to terms with the fact.
Then again can you blame him? You’re his little sister, someone he’s protected and looked after all his life. And Suguru is his best friend. The only one you’ve ever seen him have, so you’re both important to him. He has every right to be protective over the both of you. However he does need to trust the both of you too.
“Gojo,” Yaga greets as he approaches the porch.
You put your phone away and offer him a tiny smile as you return his greeting. “Yaga.”
Said man sighs and points his chin to your phone. “Was that your brother?”
You nod. “It was, Suguru called me and Satoru butt in.”
Yaga hums before he continues. “Then I assume you know about what you’re going to do?” He says. “Geto said he’d call you to catch you up.”
You nod and turn around to open the door to the room you were just in. “Yeah, I know everything.”
“I normally wouldn't have chosen to send you or the others yet,” Yaga explains as he trails after you “But Geto and your brother asked for the three of you. So I’m going to trust you, all of you, to do your jobs and make it back.”
You look back and shoot him a prideful smirk. “Don’t worry,” you assure the man. “We can handle what may come our way. We’re strong together.”
——
*THE NEXT DAY*
Ever since coming to school, getting out of your school uniform is growing to be pretty uncommon, sure you find the smallest excuses to wear all the clothes you have and buy, but it’s hardly enough.
Coming to actual fun places for missions is rare. Sure nothing about hiding out from bounty hunters is fun, but every mission you’ve gone to has dark corners, sketchy streets, dark to dim lighting, it’s all truly ugly.
It’s why you don’t even think twice about going all out right now at the beach! You wear a bathing suit under your bright colored tight corset and black mini skirt. You wear cute and expensive shades, you can even carry a cute bag that matches the color of your platform sandals. Plus it helps you not stand out, you blend right in with the rest of the beachgoers!
Albeit you do wonder why you’re at the beach exactly. The guys said to meet them at the beach right as you got off the plane instead of letting you help like you were sent here to do. Howbeit! You’re not complaining, you love the beach, you love the sun kissing your skin, the sound of the crashing waves, the salty air, the calmness of the environment—
Actually! There is one thing you are complaining about, they’re late. They were supposed to meet up with you thirty minutes ago. So it’s a good thing you’re at the beach and not anywhere haunted, you would’ve flipped if it was the latter.
And now you would message them, but you’d rather not bother and leave them worrying instead.
And it’s a good thing you do because they leave you waiting for another fifteen minutes before Satoru and Suguru get off a cab with a young black haired girl, and an older woman dressed like a maid.
“Sorry—”
“I could’ve been dead already,” you cut Suguru off and cross your arms over your chest as you glare at the both of them.
Satoru skips over to close the gap between him and you. “You’re too annoying to kill,” he blurts teasingly. “Did you bring my things?”
You sigh and drop your arms to your side to pick up a totebag off the ground and hand it to your brother. “Don’t mess it up, I have stuff in there too.”
Satoru flashes you a grin. “Thanks, and…” he trails off and gives you a gift bag from the sweet shop with the good mochi.
You can’t stay upset anymore so you smile at him before he walks off to change out of his uniform.
“You land all right?” You hear Suguru ask as you’re focused on taking out the mochi your brother gave you.
“Yeah,” you answer with your attention wavered. “You okay?” You finally look up at him as you pull out the package, and smile when you see that he’s not hurt. “You look good, are you?”
Suguru’s smile deepens as he nods. “Yeah. The work was simple. The interrogation did take longer than expected though. Sorry about that.”
You open the box and shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, I like being here,” you assure him. “Albeit why are we here? At the beach I mean? Won’t it be easier protecting…” you trail off and glance at the young girl past his shoulder, and catch her eyes already on you. “…the girl at school?”
Suguru sighs and nods. “It would, but Tengen ordered us to let her enjoy her time before the merge. So we’re here.”
You hum in comprehension and take a bite from your snack. “Well, I can’t say I'm complaining,” you say with your mouth full. “This is the best mission location I’ve been to so far.”
Suguru smiles softly before he checks that Satoru isn’t coming.
When the ghost is clear he leans over and presses a kiss on your cheek. “You look good by the way.”
You gulp and feel your heart flutter, and your smile turn bashful. “You should wait and see me in my bathing suit,” you manage to tease him.
Suguru swallows thickly. “I can’t wait,” he counters softly.
You laugh softly before you offer him your bitten mochi. “Want some? I can’t guarantee there will be some left when you come back from changing—You are changing out of your uniform right?”
Suguru laughs and nods. “Yes. I’ll do that now,” he says as he takes the bitten mochi from your hand and walks off, leaving you with the other two that you have yet to introduce yourself to.
“Forgive me,” you tell them after you wipe your mouth. “I got carried away,” you tell them as you step towards them. “I am Y/N Gojo.” You smile sweetly and bow your head. “First year at Jujutsu High.”
The young girl swallows thickly before she bows her head. “I’m…Riko Amanai,” she introduces herself. “Nice to meet you.” She then looks at your shades and continues. “I really like your clothes. You’re dressed really nice.”
Your smile grows to a grin and feel your heart skip a beat. That’s the best commitment you could ever recieve. It means you did well on picking your outfit. You love it.
“Thank you, Amanai. Really.” You then proceed to look at the woman beside her. “Hello, you must be her caregiver?”
The lady nods and offers you a tiny smile. “Yes, I’m Misato Kuroi.”
“Are you okay? I heard what happened,” you interject with concern.
Miss Kuroi nods quickly. “Yes, I’m fine. I didn’t get hurt, and Geto and Gojo saved me in time as well.”
You offer her a kind smile and nod. “That’s very good.”
“Thank you,” she cuts in and grabs Amanai’s shoulder. “You had to fly all the way here for us even if it isn’t your mission.”
You shake your head. “Well,” you sigh. “It kind of is now that I am involved, but don’t worry. We’re sorcerers, we have to look out for one another. We’re few as it is.” You smile and catch your brother coming out so you focus on him while the girls go and change now too.
“Do you have more?” He asks as rushes over to you with the tote bag in hand.
You nod and extend the box to him after you take another one. Once your brother reaches you he takes a mochi, and you take a bite of yours before you ask what’s been on your mind. “So what’s the plan for today?”
Satoru takes big bite and then holds the snack in between his teeth to dig in his back pocket, and pull out a folded paper he gives to you.
You take another bite and then finish it before you open the paper to read the schedule for today and tomorrow.
‘Day 2…13:00 meet with Gojo 2 at the beach and then swim…”
You groan and blink to look at your brother with annoyance. “Gojo 2?” You quote back at him.
Satoru snickers. “Yeah it’d be confusing otherwise.”
You roll your eyes and look back at the sheet.
‘15:00...Day 3, 11:00 Amanai’s Bounty Taken Down. Assimilate with Tengen after sunset!’
“Well,” you comment and fold the paper back. “That’s quite a day. It’s too bad we’re leaving here so soon. We should come back,” you suggest and give him back the schedule. “With all the others too. It'd be so fun.”
Satoru nods as he takes one more mochi from your box. “Yeah, that would be fun. Perhaps in the summer.”
You smile giddly and nod in agreement. Silence then follows and you take the time to study him for any visible wounds. He can’t do RCT yet, nor is Shoko here so if he got hurt it’d be visible since he has a lot of body exposed.
Yet it doesn’t look like he did. Good.
“When we go back home,” Satoru adds quieter and in a more serious tone. “You’ll go back to school to grab what you need, and then go on a mission with the other first years.”
You blink in surprise and pull your shades up before you shake your head. “No, but I should stay in school,” you argue. “The bounty won’t be down until tomorrow morning. What if something happens? We could help, I could.”
Satoru shakes his head and finally meets your eyes and narrows his gaze. “I said you’re going,” he deadpans. “Listen for once in your life.”
You part your lips to argue, but nothing comes out. You can’t form a word sentence to argue back with. There’s no point either, there’s no winning him, when he’s dead set on something and serious like he is now, there’s no changing his mind. There’s no point in having Suguru talk with him either, he probably already knows about the plan and agrees to it. Plus…you don’t want to argue now. The sun is bright, the sky is so beautifully blue, the waves look calm, and the air is soft.
Instead when you catch Suguru walking away from the changing station you shoot him a bright smile, and feel butterflies flutter in your stomach as you see that he’s not wearing anything under his blue short-sleeve button up. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but his body, his tight muscles hiding under his shirts never fail to amaze you.
Oh! And when he has his hair down and he doesn’t have a shirt on! Now that is truly the best sight to see.
If only you could kiss him. But Satoru is here. Tsk.
The best thing you can do is run over to meet him halfway with a soft awe-struck grin. “You look great,” you compliment him without shame, not notcing he keeps a hand hidden behind his back.
Suguru smiles. “You too.” He redirects.
“You surely took forever,” you point out. “I get the girls, but you?”
Suguru drops his gaze and smiles wider before he pulls his hand out from behind him and shows off a red hibiscus flower.
“Wow,” you mouth joyfully. “Cute,” you mumble.
Suguru lifts his hand to tuck the flower over your ear. “I saw a bush of them when I went to change so I thought I’d steal one for you,” he says.
You sigh softly and whisper your gratitude without letting go of each other's gaze, you’re all each other saw. It’s why you miss the way your brother is watching your interaction. He’d usually feel weird about seeing you and Suguru gushing over each other, but right now he saw your smile and he saw Suguru’s, he notices the way you two look at each other like nothing exists around you and all he can think about is how nice it is that you can make each other happy. Yet he still doesn’t understand how you two came to be, he doesn’t understand why either. No matter how many explanations you give him he won’t understand why Suguru and you love each other.
He probably will one day, or he probably won’t. Who knows, all he knows is this for now; his mission, and this moment in time.
It’s why when Amanai and Kuroi come out of the changing room he turns off his infinity for a moment to let you jump on his back. He then runs alongside Amanai, and with you on his back towards the water. He wants to throw you in the water for the fun of it, but he doesn’t want to make you mad so he lets your feet hit the ground.
However, it’s once you take off your clothes and remain in your bikini that Satoru grabs you and throws you in the water. You resurface with a sneer, and use your technique to manipulate the water surrounding you, and splash him, but he has his infinity on now so the water doesn’t hit him whatsoever.
“Ass,” you spat and pick up your flower off the water to tuck back over your ear.
“Hey! That’s so cool!” Amanai exclaims. “What’s your cursed technique?!”
You look to her and lose your annoyance before responding. “I have an Elemental Manipulation Cursed Technique. I can bend the elementals to my will, and fire is the only one I can manipulate and make.”
Amanai’s eyes widen slightly with awe. “That’s so cool!”
You shoot her a smirk. “Thanks,” you utter before you turn to walk over to Suguru sitting on a blanket in the distance with Kuroi.
However, before you do walk away, you stop and just peer back. Amanai is distracted picking up some shell from the sand, Suguru did say that Tengen wants her to at least enjoy what she has left of life, so you’ll show her just that, a good time.
Thus before she can look you use your technique and push the water in front of Amanai forward, creating an empty space. Amanai sees the water moving and looks up. When she notices the empty space her lips twitch to a smile, she then lifts her gaze further up and sees the water standing up around it and her smile widens.
She wants to look back at you since she knows you’re the one doing it, but the way you begin to make a path in front of her steals her attention. She is hesitant to follow the path, but you turn around to fall beside her.
“It’s okay,” you assure her. “Nothings going to happen.”
Amanai peers back at you and keeps her eyes on you for a moment as she debates between trusting you or not. But she then catches sight of a school of little orange fish swimming around the path you created and doesn’t hesitate to slowly follow them. You slowly trail after her and stop until the water walls tower over the both of you.
Unlike before, now you can see everything that lives inside the water, the different colored coral, the rocks; tall and small. You can see the little creatures burrowing themselves inside the sand. You see different fishes swimming in the distance, you see it all through the clear water. Albeit nothing is better than seeing Amanai smile with awe.
You don’t know the girl, she’s just a mission that your brother and Suguru need to accomplish for the sake of your world, but if you think deeply about it, this girl is going to lose her life to become one with this being that stays trapped in some void forever. And that makes you feel bad for her, it makes you sad that she’ll basically lose her life before she can even live it, before she can even decide if merging is what she actually wants.
It’s why while you’re here, you want to make it your mission to show her some ounce of happiness.
“Tell me Amanai,” you interject softly as you watch a cute silver fish swimming past you. “What’s your favorite animal?”
Amanai’s eyes snap to you and she parts her lips to answer, but she then closes her mouth and looks at the water again.
She remains quiet for a moment before she gives you her answer. “A whale shark.”
You hum in comprehension and draw in a deep breath of the salty air, you tap further into your cursed energy and let your mind overcome with the weight and strength of the water. You feel its gentleness, and its power running through your limbs as you control it.
You proceed to exhale and slowly begin to lift your hands as you raise the water that surrounds you. You proceed to gently slide your leg back like if you’re about to start a dance, and sway your arms to the side as you move the water over your heads. You then twist your wrists as you make the water circle around you.
Amanai spins around to watch as you move the water to completely surround you both, leaving you trapped in a bubble. “This is beautiful,” she whispers.
You smile softly, and then use the water past your walls to create a whale shark. Amanai runs to the edge to watch as you make the water create the big creature. Once it’s complete you don’t pull back from having it swim ever so gently like a real whale does. And it may not be real, but it looks like it; down to the white belly and up to the spots. It’s also very heavy to keep formed while lifting and pushing the water.
But you keep it up and let Amanai reach in the water to touch it. When she touches the water-made creature with her fingertips she laughs quietly, making you smile. After she pulls her hand out of the water you begin to let the water over you fall back to the sides. The water that you had blocking your back falls and you move it to the side to recreate the path back to shore.
Amanai watches the water-made whale shark for a few more minutes before you have it disappear. After that she follows you back to shore whilst she watches as you let the water fall back to place, like small waterfalls joining its body of water below. When you do reach shore and before you can walk away she interjects in a soft voice.
“Thank you for that….I really enjoyed it. It was very beautiful.”
You peer back and flash her a smile. “You welcome.” You hold her gaze for a second longer until it hits you.
How can this happen? Her life after merging will cease to exist, she hasn’t even lived it, she doesn’t even have a choice between doing it or not. Even if she wants to do it, she only says that because it was drilled in her; that desire and responsibility, but is it really her choice?
No.
But…It’s for the greater good of the Jujutsu world. Of your world, and everyone else’s. So she has to do it. She does…
This world is so fucked.
You continue to walk towards Suguru, and as you pass your brother he pats your shoulder. “That was cool,” he says.
You smirk and nod. “I know.”
Now when you’re closer to your boyfriend you run over and lay back on the space between his legs.
“We’re supposed to be discreet,” he reminds you.
You shrug him off. “It was cool.”
“I know, but we can’t be showing off,” he remarks.
You pull your shades down and close your eyes before you answer honestly. “She needs to enjoy what remains of her life. I was just showing her a good time.”
He sighs in defeat. He knows you’re right so let’s it be, instead he tilts his head down to look at you as you bask in the stillness of the moment, as you let the sun kiss your skin. He watches your chest move up and down, and the way you rest your hands on your chest. He finds himself smiling at you and the little things you do.
“May I ask?” Kuroi interjects, catching Suguru and you off guard. “Miss Gojo. How did you get that scar across your torso?”
You nervously swallow thickly, but keep your eyes closed. Instinctively you move one of your hands to trace the long scarred gash across your torso with your fingers.
It’s not hard anymore to recall that specific moment that took place so long ago in your life, but it still is hard to put into words. It’s why only one person besides Satoru knows what happened, and that’s Suguru.
“It happened when I was young,” you answer stiffly and clench your other fist over your chest. Suguru notices the way your breath changes to deep and hard breaths, he sees the way you stiffen, the way your lips are twitching to form a frown, so he does what he can right now and reaches down to cup your hand.
At the feeling of his soft and warm touch you open your eyes and tilt your head back. You catch his gaze and he offers you an assuring smile.
It doesn’t take away the bad that comes with the memory, but it helps ease you, it helps your breath, your racing heart, and brings light to the shadows that already threatened to take over at the mere thought of that day.
“It was a…mistake,” you share. “No amount of RCT has been able to heal it…” you trail off and simply leave it at that. Even if that’s not a clear answer, just a lead to more questions. Questions Kuroi luckily doesn’t ask.
“Hey,” Suguru interjects quieter. “Did you put on sunscreen?”
You look up at him and think for a moment before you remember you didn’t because Satoru threw you in the water. “No…could you help put some on?”
Suguru smiles as he pulls out your sunscreen from your bag. “Way ahead of you.”
You grin and sit up to let him put some on his fingers before he passes it to you, so you can put some on your fingertips and apply some on your arms while he gets your back.
“I have a question,” you finally remember to ask. “If the Star Religious group worships Tengen why do they want Amanai dead? Wouldn’t they want her to assimilate?”
Suguru sighs softly before he responds. “Well their object of worship is the pure form of Tengen. So allowing the Star Plasma vessel to assimilate is unforgivable because in their mind they think the vessel is impure.”
You scoff. “Ah,” you mumble. “I get it now.” You huff. “Non-sorcerers are so weird.”
“They just have different beliefs,” Suguru tries to correct you.
You huff, “yeah I suppose.” You proceed to grab more sunscreen to move onto your other arm. “Anway, I kind of feel bad. Haibara and Nanami are at the airport while I’m here at the beach, getting a tan.” You smile softly. “I’ll buy them souvenirs. As well as Shoko.”
“That’d be nice,” Suguru agrees as he slides his hands to your shoulders to rub in sunscreen.
Your breath shudders at the feeling, and your heart skips a beat, whislt your lips form to a mischievous smile. If only you were here alone, you’d totally be all over him. For now you’ll just have to imagine kissing him and taking off his shirt he didn’t bother to button.
“What?” Suguru interjects as if he knows you’re lost in thought about him.
You shrug. “Nothing,” you say in a sweet tone. “Just you.”
“What about me?”
You put more sunscreen on your hands and lean forward to begin rubbing some on your legs, causing him to slide his hands down to your lower back.
“You just look good in your beach outfit,” you let him know.
Suguru scoffs softly and stays quiet, letting you know you just made him all flustered. Which is easy to do.
“Anway,” you continue. “Have you guys eaten?”
“Not yet,” Suguru says, making you sigh with discontent.
“What about slept?” You ask. “Has Satoru slept? Have you?”
“I slept a bit on the plane, and at night,” he says. “But I don’t think Satoru has.”
You lift your eyes to watch your brother goof off with Amanai, and sigh. There’s no way to tell if he has eyebags with those dark shades on his face, but knowing him he hasn’t slept. And he won’t until his mission is over.
That’s why it would be better if you could help after you leave here, you could keep watch while he sleeps for at least a couple hours. But no, he’s protecting you and keeping you far away from the school.
You appreciate it, but he needs to understand you aren’t a little girl anymore. He doesn’t have to protect you all the time.
“Well,” you interject sternly and move onto your other leg. “We’ll go eat after this. You can’t be strong if you don’t eat.”
Suguru laughs softly, causing you to straighten up and look at him over your shoulder. “What?” You snap.
Suguru smiles at you and shakes his head. “Just you,” he mocks you playfully.
You roll your eyes and finish applying sunscreen on your leg to then rub some on the rest of your body that’s exposed to the sun. After that’s done Suguru pulls his phone out and takes a picture of the both of you; one with his chin on your shoulder and a smile on his face, and you happily grinning at the camera.
When that’s done you lay on your stomach, and just rest your eyes some more. There is a gnawing worry in the back of your head, but Suguru and your brother are here so you don’t let the worry consume you.
“I really can’t believe I got captured by the Star Religious Group,” Kuroi interjects, piquing your attention, but not enough to make you open your eyes. “And by a non-sorcerer at that. I’m ashamed of myself.”
“You couldn’t help it if they caught you off-guard,” Suguru quickly tries to assure the lady. “Part of the blames lies with me, too.”
“Was I really caught off guard?” Kuroi questions quietly. “I thought I was on high alert after the incident with Q. I still don’t have much recollection of being attacked…And you came here by plane?” She then asks. “Were you okay? You weren’t attacked?”
“Satoru has good eyes,” Suguru says. “Before we took off, he checked over all the passengers and staff, as well as the inside and outside of the plane. And while we were in the air, I had my cursed spirit keep watch outside. It was safer than using a land route.” He then proceeds to take a paper out he had in his pocket, and comments on it.
“I’m more curious as to why they designated Okinawa for the exchange,” Suguru shares his curiosity.
You thought of that too, but haven’t come up with any convincing explanation.
“Probably to buy time, right?” Kuroi shares. “Even if they fail to kill Riko, they could keep her from making tomorrow's full moon deadline.”
“If that were the goal,” you interject with your thought. “They would have chosen a rural area with poor transit infrastructure. Instead we’re here, on an island that’s often busy.”
“You two don’t think they’re planning to take over the airport, do you?” Kuroi worries.
“Maybe so,” Suguru doesn’t lie. “But we’ll be fine,” he assures her and puts the paper down. “We’re not the only ones who came here.”
Yes, you and your other two first year companions came too! Haibara and you were excited, but Nanami, well he’s reluctant. And he has every right to be, they usually don’t assign you first years to missions like these—but it’s just like you told him, there’s no need to worry with Suguru and Satoru here with you too.
“Should we really be sightseeing like this?” Kuroi adds.
“Satoru’s the one who suggested it,” Suguru says. “He’s probably showing consideration for Riko, in his own way. Though it is getting close…” he trials off and you then hear him stand up. “Satoru! It’s time.”
Tsk.
“Oh, it's that time already?” You hear Satoru query.
You sigh with discontent and push yourself to your knees before you stand up too.
“Suguru, let’s head back tomorrow morning instead,” Satoru suggests, making you spin around to face all of them with a hidden smile.
You can’t get excited yet, not until Suguru agrees. So while he walks to your brother you follow him. However when they do reach each other you stand a bit behind to listen in.
“But,” Suguru tries to argue, but Satoru cuts in with an argument.
“The weathers holding steady, yeah? Besides, there are fewer curse users in Okinawa than there are in Tokyo.”
That’s true, but does it really matter at the end of the day? They can still come here too, it would be safer back home. Even if you do enjoy being here.
“Let’s keep it a little more serious, Satoru,” Suguru rebuttals.
“It’s better if the time limit on the bounty runs out while we’re mid-flight right?” Satoru asks, making Suguru walk closer to your brother to talk quieter so the others won’t worry, or just listen in. Luckily you can still hear from where you stand.
“Satoru,” Suguru says. “You haven't released your technique since yesterday, have you? You haven’t slept either. And you don’t plan to sleep tonight, do you?”
You look at your brother with worry and step closer.
“Are you sure we don’t need to go back to Jujutsu High?” Suguru presses.
Satoru raises his head and meets your gaze behind his shades. You can feel his stare on you for a moment before he raises his fist and gently taps Suguru’s chest.
“It’s not a problem,” Satoru assures him as he begins to walk away. “Playing through 99 years of MomoTetsu was far more draining. Besides…you’re here too.”
You smile softly at his compliment to Suguru, and let him throw his arm around you as he reaches you.
“Why don’t we get some snacks, yeah?” Satoru suggests as he turns you around to walk with you.
“We could eat,” you correct him sternly. “Proper food.”
Satoru huffs out. “I ate food on the plane, and then when we were going to the exchange location.”
You scoff and counter. “Yeah, that was hours ago. You need to eat.”
“You’re beginning to sound like Belinda.” He teases you and lets you go as you reach where your blanket is splayed on the ground.
“Yeah and I have every right to,” you argue to the stubborn man. “There’s still a day left, Satoru.”
Satoru stops walking and keeps his back turned to you. “I’ll be alright, sis. Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine.”
You watch him with worry, you want to keep arguing for his own sake, but just as you open your mouth, you choose to trust him and let it go.
“Could you text one of the guys though? Let them know of the change in plans,” he says as he continues to walk off towards a man in the distance hauling a white cart.
You sigh in defeat and nod. He doesn’t see it, but you do before you take your phone from your bag and text Haibara. You would text Nanami, but he didn’t want to come as it is, so his reaction scares you.
You: Plans changed. We’re extending our stay to another day.
Suguru reaches you and puts his hand on your lower back and slides it up slowly to hook his arm over your shoulders.
“Worried?” You ask him.
“About Satoru? No, but, if we’re staying here we can’t let our guard down.”
You hum softly. “Well at night, we can patrol wherever we stay at,” you suggest. “If someone were to attack it’d be then, when our guard is supposed to be down more.”
“Yeah,” Suguru agrees and nods. “That’s true. We can patrol while Satoru stays with Amanai.”
Your lips tug to a teasing smile, yet before you can answer you can text message from Haibara.
Haibara: Understood! Thanks for letting us know. Is everything all right?
You: Yes, Satoru just changed his mind so don’t worry. Is everything okay over there?
You close your phone and finally tease Suguru. “I think you just want to get me alone, Sugar.” You snicker.
Suguru laughs. “It was your plan.”
You smirk and turn your head to look at him. “Yeah, it was so I wont deny my intentions. But,” you feign a pout. “We are meant to be on patrol, so.”
“I know that. Why? What did you have in mind?” He teases you back.
You shrug innocently and leave him wondering as you open your phone to read your new message.
Haibara: Clear waters over here, haha…
You snort at the message
Haibara: Nanami is just annoyed.
You: Love that haha, tell him not to lose his head, we’ll leave early in the morning and then head to a mission after!
“I have ice cream!” Satoru cuts in loudly and excitedly.
You turn back and see his grin as he runs over. You beam and leave your spot to meet him halfway along with Amanai, who’s just as happy.
“Sis, here’s your strawberry,” he says and hands you a cone with strawberry ice cream. “Amanai, you and Kuroi have vanilla. Suguru, you’ll get chocolate, and I’ll keep the last vanilla.”
“Thank you,” Amanai says before she takes her cones and walks back to her caretaker.
“So,” you blurt excitedly and step back to face both guys. “I was thinking—”
“Were you?” Satoru cuts you off with a playful smirk. “You don’t look like much of a thinker.”
Your face falls and a glower replaces the joy.
“Satoru,” Suguru warns him quietly.
Without asking you hand Suguru your phone and ice cream cone. Satoru does the same and begins to step back as he begins to snicker.
“Take it back,” you sneer at him and step forward. You then swing at him but he slides back, triggering you and causing you to lunge at him.
Satoru swerves you though, and begins to run away, making you run after him back towards the water, not catching Amanai’s concern.
“Are they okay?”
Suguru sighs and begins to slowly follow after the both of you. “Yes, it’s normal for them.”
When you make it into the water you manage to push your brother back, making him chuckle as he tries to capture your wrists.
You step back and since he seems to have his infinity off for this moment, you use your technique to grow a tall wave behind him. You then pretend to try and punch him so he gets distracted. And when he swerves you, you hurl the wave at his back, causing him to fall in the water face down.
You laugh at him evilly, and hear Amanai laugh along too from shore. Albeit just then unexpectedly hands wrap around your ankles and you get yanked down in the water, making you yelp out.
Satoru resurfaces and redirects his laugh back at you when you go quiet and look at him annoyed. However, that look only lasts for a few seconds because you can’t hold back and begin to laugh too.
The rest of the day is spent just like that moment, lighthearted and fun. Even if there was this shadow casted over everyone that didn’t bring anyone down, especially not Riko.
You went Kayaking to a river nearby, per your suggestion, since it is something you’d do with Satoru and your own caretaker when you were children. And Riko loved it, she especially loved watching the flying fish that you made out of water using your technique, and made to follow your boats. After that Kurio suggested an arcade and Amanai and you beat Satoru and Suguru multiple times. You followed by going on a walk where Amanai enjoyed the soft salty air, the colorful flower gardens, and that sense of freedom without having to worry about her responsibility.
You’ve known her for such a small amount of time but you were happy for her, you were happy to see her smile and not worry at that moment.
Now it might not be your day, you were here with everyone for a mission after all, but you can’t hide what you feel. You can’t push back your joy that you found in that moment too; with your brother, with your boyfriend, with the strangers that quickly became friends. Where you are.
“So,” you interject as you push your plate away and pull out the schedule. “We have room for something else before it’s someone’s bedtime…” you trail off and look at Riko across the table to point your eyes at her. She notices your implication and her jaw drops.
“I don’t have a bedtime,” she retorts, making Satoru and you snicker.
“Anyway,” you brush her off and let the paper go to rub the back of your neck as you feel this odd sensation you can’t put into words. All you know is that you feel it and it doesn’t last. It goes away just as fast as it came.
Thus you don’t pay mind to the feeling, instead you proceed to lean towards Suguru and lazily lay your head on his shoulder. “You should pick where you want to go next.” You lift your hand and gently begin to caress the back of Suguru’s neck.
“Well,” Riko mumbles before she averts her gaze and thinks hard.
After all your day activities, finally you were able to come and sit down to eat. It was such a relief after all the walking and sightseeing you did. Plus, seeing Satoru eat makes you feel reassured too, he’s been working hard and keeping up his cursed technique which takes a lot more from him than Suguru’s does.
“Can we go to the Aquarium?” Riko finally suggests, making your smile falter.
Yes Aquariums are impressive things, but Aquariums are something you hate. Its just, seeing all those innocent creatures stuck inside four walls for the rest of their lives is inhumane. Sure, when you pass by a small tank with fish you stop to admire them, but Aquariums? You hate them.
Yet you don’t say anything outloud or protest, you simply smile and nod to assure her. “Of course. That sounds like fun.” You pull your head off Suguru’s shoulder, and feel it again, that weird feeling on the back of your neck. This time though you don’t shrug it off, you feel the need to peer back, and that’s when you see a middle aged man at the other side of the patio sitting alone and with a newspaper in hand.
You manage to catch his green eyes already on you, but as soon as you do look at him he looks down at his newspaper.
Weird. Could he be after Riko?
Doubtful, he would’ve done something by now. He’s sitting calmly, and he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at you. Plus as you focus on him you can tell that his cursed energy is low, he’s probably a mere non-sorcerer, so he shouldn’t be a problem, he’s probably just a curious man.
However, you get a…icky feeling in your gut at the mere sight of him. And it is the non-sorcerer cult that are after Riko, so maybe you should tell Satoru, have him use his six eyes to examine him from where you are.
Thus you look ahead again and lean over towards your brother, but when you do, from the corner of your eyes you catch that same mystery man getting off his chair and walking away. You try to watch him leave the restaurant, but a server walking out of the kitchen gets in your way.
Hm, perhaps it’s just your paranoia. You’re just finding enemies in strangers out of worry. So you let it go and instead watch the server walk to your table with a plate of larb. When he reaches your table he directs his smile at Satoru.
“Larb, on the house,” he shares and sets the plate down before he walks away with no other kind of information.
“Free food, how come?” Riko asks with disbelief.
You peer back and catch the young lady that had been your actual server, giggling with the cashier, letting you know what this was about.
“I think,” you interject teasingly as you look ahead and reach for the plate. “Those girls back there Larb you, Satoru.” You snicker and watch him with a grin.
Kurio giggles at your joke, but she's the only one. Riko looks at you annoyed, and Satoru looks back at the girls first before he looks at you with a disapproving frown that only makes you burst out laughing.
You feel Suguru’s stare so you face him and laugh harder. You’d explain the joke, but it wouldn't be funny that way so you leave it be and pick up your silverware to take in a small amount.
“You’re a dork,” Suguru tells you.
You shoot him a sweet smile as you chew your food. He shakes his head and playfully turns your head away with his hand. You snicker and when you swallow you grab more food and push the silverware towards him. “Want some?” You ask. “It’s very good.”
Suguru doesn’t say anything, he just leans forward and takes a bite. You giggle with glee and miss Satoru’s disgust upon seeing your interaction.
“What’s wrong with your face?” You hear Riko ask, making you look over with curiosity and put the silverware down.
“Nothing,” Satoru deadpans. “I’m. Fine.”
You look at your brother and notice his glare behind his shades, letting you know exactly what was wrong with him. He’s annoyed by your affection with Suguru. Like always.
You don’t let that bother you though. Instead, you scoop up more food and make sure he’s watching as you feed Suguru more.
Before you could even think of grabbing more Satoru takes the plate from in front of you and begins to eat it himself, making Suguru and you laugh softly to yourselves.
Sure Suguru and you have your boundaries when you’re with your brother, but there’s times where it’s fun to mess with him, he’s so quick to annoy.
“Are you okay?” You tease Satoru as you slowly pull your phone out.
Satoru slowly turns his head and looks at you with a feigned nonchalant expression you see right through—“fine,” he deadpans.
You open your phone and quickly snap a picture of him and you with his face all scrunched in annoyance.
“Erase that!” He exclaims and tries to take your phone, but you lean away and quickly press send.
“Ah yeah no,” you laugh. “I'm saving it, plus I already sent it to Shoko.” You shut your phone and beam at him.
Satoru glares at you and grumbles back, “you annoy me.”
You laugh at him and happily leave it at that.
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*LATER*
Since you don’t like aquariums, there’s nothing you can say about your trip there. Riko enjoyed it and that’s all that matters about that.
What happened outside of that though is not something you can comment on a lot either. Since the day had been filled with so much to do, after dinner everyone was calmer and more worn out. Conversations once filled with laughter grew quieter and shorter. That’s especially the case after you left the aquarium.
Everyone was tired, ready to have the day end, but only Riko and Kurio could rest in the hotel room you rented. Satoru, Suguru and you fought your sleep and exhaustion to keep working. You were more fortunate to have joined in late so your exhaustion wasn’t as heavy’s as your brothers or Suguru’s.
Which is why you argued with Satoru especially.
“Look, I can stay here and watch over her, you should rest at least for a few hours. She needs you to be strong.”
Satoru sighs and carefully tucks his hands in his pockets. “I'm feeling fine,” he dares to rebuttal with his eyebags under his eyes. “Go out, patrol with Suguru. I will stay here. You have any trouble or find anything suspious call me.”
You step towards him and narrow your gaze on him so he can know you’re not playing around. “Satoru, listen to me. You haven’t slept, just sleep for three hours at most. Please,” you beg softly.
Rather than taking your advice, your brother offers you a charming smile. It’s one you know well and see often when he’s trying to assure you. “What have I told you?” He says. “I’m the older brother, you don’t need to worry about me. I worry about you.”
“Then keep me here,” you snap back, hoping he’ll listen so you can help him here. Maybe force him to sleep.
However, Satoru grabs your shoulder and turns you towards the hall door. “I trust you,” he says and takes Suguru’s shoulder too when he reaches him by the door. “And I trust Suguru to keep you safe,” he adds and lets Suguru go to open the room door and push you both out. “Now go, do your jobs. I’m sure you’re both dying to have some alone time.”
You part your lips to argue but your brother just shuts the door on you instead.
“Fucker,” you grumble and just shift around to just give up and walk down the hall to go to the stairs. “I swear I’m just going to…” you trial off and sigh in defeat. “He never listens to me.”
“Yeah,” Suguru agrees softly. “He’s stubborn, but you don’t need to worry about him. He’ll be fine.”
You rub your eyes and groan.
“He’ll be fine,” Suguru insists. “He’s strong.”
You nod and drop your hand to your side. “Yeah,” you sigh. “He’s strong, I know. He’s powerful, I know that too. But that doesn’t mean I should stop worrying about him. Strip that all away and he’s still my brother...” You trial off and exhale deeply. “I just…I know he doesn’t need me looking out for him, but…” you pause and sniffle as tears form in your eyes. “…if something happens to him I don’t know what I would do.”
If he were to be gone from your life you know from the depths of your heart that it would be like everything good of this world would cease to exist at that exact moment. That’s why you worry.
“Nothing is going to happen to him, I won’t let it,” Suguru says in a soft tone he uses when it's just the two of you. When you’re wrapped in his arms after a long day for the both of you. It’s the most assuring thing in the world. Nothing else beats it, nothing else has the power to actually calm you down the way he does.
Whereas Satoru is the good of this world, Suguru is the world itself, without either of them there’d be nothing. An empty, meaningless and cold void.
“I’m sorry,” you cut in unexpectedly. “I must sound childish.”
Suguru stops walking just as you reach the top of the stairs, making you stop and face him with slight confusion.
“No,” he says. “It’s not childish at all. You’re just a sister worried about her brother. It’s normal, no matter how old you are.” He offers you a kind smile that eases your worried heart. “I even admire it. So no, it’s not childish.”
You sigh with relief and let him cup your cheeks to lean in and steal a gentle kiss from your lips. You deepen the sweet gesture, but don’t rush it, you’re slow and gentle. You let yourself taste the minty taste of his mouth, you drown in the smell of his soft smelling cologne that clung onto him.
You take in this moment, like all the other times you’ve kissed as if afraid one of them would be your last. You linger in the moment without pulling back to breathe. But you don’t last in it or develop it any further because you know where that would lead to, so you pull back and just stay close to the point his breaths unfurl over the tip of your nose.
“I've been waiting to do that all day,” he whispers against your lips.
You flash him a soft grin and press one last kiss on his lips before you meet his gaze with pity. “I hate to do this,” you whisper. “I really do, but we should get back to work.”
Suguru laughs softly. “What? Are you sure that’s my girlfriend there?”
You playfully roll your eyes and turn swiftly to walk down the flight of stairs. “Oh, I want to, I really do,” you say over your shouder. “But you’ve been on my mind all day, so I have to stop myself before it leads to something else.”
Suguru snickers as he tows after you down the stairs. Once you reach the first floor you walk out of the closest door to get outside and begin your patrol.
“Anyway,” you change the subject. “I actually do want to give you something.”
Suguru falls beside you and presses curiously. “Do you?”
You smile wider and then dig in your sweater pocket to take out a wooden beaded bracelet that all connects with a single red thread.
“This is for you,” you tell him and stop walking when you’re past the hotel building and under the glimmering stars that are somewhat visible here. You proceed to grab his hand and bring it towards you.
“You gave me my red string bracelet,” you say and show it off as it sits on your wrist. “So now I will give you your own.”
Suguru’s lips pull to a sweet smile, and he stays quiet as he watches you instead of watching you put the bracelet on his wrist.
It’s only once you've secured the bracelet on his wrist that you notice his dark eyes on you; soft and glimmering with awe. You don’t ask him what’s wrong, you know that look, you see it all the time when he’s with you. Sometimes you wonder why he even looks at you like that, you wonder what you did to deserve being looked at the way he looks at you.
Yet even through your wonder you know you never want that look to disappear from his pretty face. You want to feel safe, loved and appreciated all the time. You never want another pair of eyes to look at you the same way he does. You just want him until there’s nothing making your heart beat, until you’re breathing your last breath.
And he should know that. He should know what you feel, he should know you ache for him in the best way possible. He should know that your heart always skips a beat when you see him, that when he looks at you the way he’s doing now all you feel is joy, hope and desire. He should know now as you stand under the starry sky, as you smell the salty air of the ocean, as you hear the distant waves crashing on the shore, as you feel each other's warmth since you stand so close. You may be on an important life threatening mission, but you need him to know.
It’s just three words.
“Suguru…”
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A/N- Yall not ready for what’s to come 🥹
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Hotcakes and Love.
A/n: i’m back and i would be posting a series soon. I love Nat and this one is soft.
Summary: Mornings and warm hotcakes with Nat.
Warnings: none
Nat x fem!reader fluff
I always hated mornings, i was not a morning person, worse was the fact that i could not fucking sleep at night thanks to the nightmares that didn’t stop chasing me. But she made it different.
I got up and went to the kitchen, i wanted to make something for her, i hoped i didn’t make a noise, she was a fucking spy. Jeez.
I pulled off some ingredients and made up hotcakes, she liked them, i liked them and i wanted her to have something nice, she was the most beautiful human being on earth she deserved nice things.
I made her coffee and went back to bed with all the food.
When i came in, she was confused, even scared, i could see it on her face, her eyes were looking everywhere, and when they laid on me, she softened.
“Hey” she said with a shy smile and all her hair messed up.”where were you?”
“Nat, i was making you breakfast” you smiled, your heart was beating hard, you could not believe she loved you.
“Oh” that’s what she said, she was not used to this, i wasnt either, it made my head spin around i really didn’t knew what i was doing but it felt nice so i just stopped thinking. “i thought you left” she said.
“Why would i? Do you want me to?” i asked shyly.
“No!” she almost shouted “please don’t leave, stay.” she said and made me come over with all the food in hands. She was not looking at me, and i got worried, this was always a challenge.
“Малыш, ты хорошо?” (Baby you okay?) i asked sitting down in her bed. She didn’t wanted to look at me. I watched her and cupped both of her cheeks “what’s wrong Tash?” she looked at you now, eyes full of tears wanting to leave her beautiful green eyes.
“Nothing, i thought you left, i didn’t saw you when i woke up, and i got worried, i thought that i did something wrong, and-“ you shut her up, kissing her lips, while she grabbed your arms, pulling you closer, ending it putting you foreheads together smiling like freaking childs, again.
“Nat, i’m not him, i would never leave you, not unless you want me to.” she looked at me and her tears streamed down her face “i’m here. And i would always be here.” you cleaned up her tears, kissed her cheeks, and said “come on, you have to eat, i made them the way you like them.”
She just smiled, got comfortable and started eating, you watched her, you could watch her your whole life and never get bored, whoever who left her, was a fucking coward, she is everything to you.
“what are you looking at weirdo?” she said smirking, pulling you closer to her, grabbing a piece of hotcake and guiding to your mouth “eat some too.” she said while she watched you eat too.
You cuddle up closer to her, and left kisses along her face, she acted annoyed and huffed, but you knew it was all acting, she loved it. You knew that if you dare to pull yourself out of her tight embrace, she would chase you and haunt you down like some savage animal wanting her food, it was her, and you loved it.
Life could be so easy this way, in her arms, with a normal day, a normal life, not thinking too much about what could happend, or think about missions, traumas, childhood and life, im her arms and eating hotcakes all was forgotten, all was forgiven, because it was you and her, all alone again.
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Hey I love you’re writing and I wanted to ask you to write an bad batch and captain Rex/commander wolffe x reader about how they would comfort me if they were here
Yesterday was my birthday and my cousin who is my best friend and honestly sister and I had an argument 3 months ago and don’t really talk anymore She’s cold towards me and passive aggressive I think that I was right in our argument because she knows how this passivity topic triggers me and as I tried to calm my self she kept pushing on THAT particular topic and about my worst trauma and phase in my life my grandparents were there too and said that I should have said that she was right (bc she’s older) my parents think so too as well as my other cousin everyone tries too guilt trip me and I feel horrible She was my favourite person in the world and the only person I trusted I feel like shit and I am crying since hours She is always right and so perfect in everyone’s eyes I am not jealous bc I love her but I think that I deserve an apology but indeed she’s furious at me I really need some comfort and I would be really greatfull if you could write about this
Let me see what I can do for you 😊 And a very happy belated birthday! I'm sorry your special day was overshadowed with this.
Bad Batch/Rex Wolffe x Reader HCs - Comforting You
Strong Language (Crosshair 🤷🏻♀️)
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Hunter
He's gentle, he's patient and a strong shoulder to lean on. Of course, he is on your side, always having your back. Softly talking to you, caressing your cheek with his knuckles.
"It's okay sweetheart, I got you"
Pulling you close and holding you softly, waiting for you to slowly calm down in his warm embrace, Hunter has all the time in the world for you, especially when you feel down like this.
"Things will be alright, somehow. We'll find a way to solve this problem for the better"
He has a talent to make you believe everything, to make you feel better.
Echo
He's softly cleaning your tear-stained face with a tissue.
"Oh I see", he says softly, "There is more where that came from", and dabs away a few more new tears, rolling over your face.
Echo takes his time to be soft with you, cuddle and hug you, reassure you that things will be okay.
"Take a deep breath, my love"
He calms you down with soft words in his deep voice and holds you tight. Echo has probably cooked you a hearty soup. He's a damn good cook, and enjoying his divine cooking is a pick-me-up in itself.
Wrecker
Softly stroking soothing circles on your back, he is holding you in his strong arms.
"My sweet love", he coos, "You're gonna be fine. I'm right here for ya"
Wrecker is such a big, strong guy, but his sweet and loving heart is super soft for you. He will hold you for hours, talk to you, listen to every worry of yours.
He will never lose patience, never be annoyed. Wrecker is there for you, taking you seriously, trying his absolute best to tend to all your concerns and needs.
He will probably try to cheer you up with little jokes after a while or tickling you.
Tech
Of course, he's trying to analyze the situation, to find a logical approach. But, before that, he tends to your comfort. Tech is empathetic, not just logical.
Softly holding you, he systematically massages certain pressure points to ease your overall tension. And damn he is good at that! You'll soon be wax in his hands. Tech's long, dexterous fingers are downright magical.
Hanging in his arms, softly sighing, hoping his massages will never end, you hear him say, "Now love, let's think this through and find a way to approach your problem and fix this"
Crosshair
He's looking at you critically. Well, when is he not looking somber or critically? That look is not about you, but about the situation you're in. Crosshair hates to see you like this, it makes him feel down, too.
"Fuck them", he growls.
Your brows furrowed critically, you shoot him a look and say, "It's not that simple"
Crosshair sighs and rolls his eyes but pulls you close into a hug.
"Okay. Tell me what you need"
Be open about it, tell him what he can do to make you feel better, he will provide everything he can, hugs, cuddles, kisses, sweet words, you name it.
Rex
He's running you a bath. Hot water, some nice scent and a massage to lose the tension and help you take a breather.
"Take a deep breath, sit back and try to relax for a moment. Clear your head", he says softly, washing you with a soft sponge.
Rex is taking his time to comfort and spoil you, hoping to give your mind some ease.
"We'll find a solution, you'll see, my love"
Let yourself fall, it's okay, he's got you in every way you need him to. May it be reassuring words, a soft touch, snuggling up with him or get things off your chest, Rex is there to help. He wants nothing more than to make you feel better.
Wolffe
He is listening to you, holding you softly, leaned back on your bed. Wolffe listens closely, while leaving a soft kiss on your skin now and then, caressing you to sooth you.
"I understand why that's bothering you", he says gently, "Would bother me too"
Snuggled to his side, held in his strong arms, you slowly calm down.
"We'll find a way to solve this problem. Maybe you should try and get some sleep and tomorrow we'll talk through some ideas of how to fix this", he proposes.
"I don't know if I can sleep"
Kissing your temple, he says, "Would it help if we stayed snuggled up?"
"It might"
With a soft smile, he pulls you a little closer, pulling the blanket over both of you.
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infodumping about rain world ancient ocs- about that ask i just answered
just in case the incredible @inkycorvid wanted me to talk about my ancient ocs instead of my ancient headcanons im making a post talking about my idiot guys in a very annoying structure. gotta cover all my bases
MANY SMALL "FLOWERS", ONE QUICK GLANCE
he/him, bisexual, sometimes has beard barbells sometimes doesn't. middle aged (in genetically modified to live for a longass time terms), very much divorced. admin to eleven rivers, not very nice to eleven rivers.
HOW TO IDENTIFY A FLOWERS IN THE WILD:
-like never smiles, always looks either pissed off or miserable
-his mask is very wedge-shaped. big karma 10 symbols on sides
-practically every time red is used in the context of my rain world ocs it relates to him. either symbolically or literally. see red highlights???? probably flowers' fucking fault!!
-two strands of hair always fall in face
-wears wrappings often. once my bf said he probably wouldnt get divorced so hard if he wasnt dressed like a weird mummy
-no left ear
COOL FLOWERS FACTS
-comes from a considerably privileged background. family had incredibly high expectations
-traumatized by everlasting fire's attack and afraid of iterators. will not enter a puppet chamber unless entirely necessary
-creates strong emotional attachments and reacts to rejection with self-isolation and bitterness
-late game, before he begins his plan to demolish eleven rivers and ascend himself but after the twins are awake he begins drinking an unhealthy amount and projecting his anger all over the place, especially towards rivers
-likes vultures. thinks they're crazy neat
-does not and can not have any comprehension of the ramifications his douchebaggery will bring about in the future (huge rammies. absolutely massive rammies)
-becomes an echo when he tries to ascend. his echo sits right snug over eleven rivers' chamber!
FLIGHT TO THE SUN, HOMEWARD "DESCENT"
she/her, bisexual, sometimes wears fancy shinies on her hair. middle aged in modified to live a very long time terms. flowers' ex wife. doing WAY better than him. admin to a fleck of flame, very nice to a fleck of flame.
HOW TO IDENTIFY A DESCENT IN THE WILD:
-blue, cream stripes, frills on upper back
-short face, short hair, short body. short
-walks with cane after everlasting fire's attack
-implant in right ear later game, ear still there
-does in fact smile! makes lots of smug faces. she is in general very emotionally intense and expressive, and is also very morally headstrong. quick to jump to anger when she thinks lines have been crossed.
COOL DESCENT FACTS
-she was named "flight to the sun, thirteen sparks" at birth, and changed it when she was enrolled in the school of solutions
-punk by ancient society terms. not big on ascension, very much a "don't we have it pretty fuckin good? why are we in such a rush to leave" kind of person
-stayed in the iterator project after fire's failure because in losing him she realized how human the iterators were. spent her life working to make their rights more solid and complexities more widely understood
-very close friends with fleck. looks at fleck as her son, looked at fire as her son as well
-met flowers at the start of their schooling. they quickly bonded as they got to work together and were endorsed for esteemed position together
-left flowers in part because of the trauma surrounding the situation with fire, but more because she didn't like what she was beginning to see in flowers. he invented the first model of the demolishers after fire's attack, which descent hated. they would have split up eventually even if fire had lived and they'd continued work on him together. i think their political views and morals are too different, and their personalities too headstrong for it to've been avoided forever
"WANDER"ING AIMLESSLY WITH EVERLASTING JOY
she/he/they, genderfluid and swaps pronouns often. pansexual. like in their late 20s early 30s equivalently. admin to glass incident. flowers' younger sibling, probably a nepotism hire
HOW TO IDENTIFY A WANDER IN THE WILD:
-shithead or confident expression
-lots of ear piercings, bridge piercing. no permanent ear implant
-three "bangs" fall on face. tends to let hair down when feeling more feminine and tie it up when feeling masculine
-frills on arms
-dresses a bit... revealing sometimes to be fully honest. wears a mask the least out of their group, doesn't like it for sensory reasons
-quite similar to flowers in shapes and colours, just with green stripes instead of red
COOL WANDER FACTS
-actually quite intelligent and insightful, but their primal need to cause chaos and keep everything lighthearted often overpowers this
-since flowers did so well in school and had his first project be a massive failure, lots of higher eyes were on wander throughout school
-joined the iterator project to stay near flowers
-was VERY happy to be selected to work with corners
-puts maybe too much energy into caring for flowers and trying to help him, when he pushes back so hard
THE LESS IMPORTANTS :D
bark, cloud, smoke, west and journey are less important background characters! ive never even drawn bark or journey until right now, lmao
bark is a very old man who just wants to do his work in peace. cloud is an introvert who is very calm and professional. smoke is pretentious and self-involved. they're a teacher at the school of solutions and endorsed flowers and descent for the esteemed position. west is a hot guy flowers knew in school that he had a short-lived fling with after his divorce. journey was rivers' admin before flowers, but then she went to the void so she had to be replaced.
hope this suffices and everyone is properly tired of seeing these guys!
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Roy/Jamie prompt: Jamie's a no show to training and everyone is super annoyed, but that all goes out the window when he finally does arrive, but he's pale and shaky, and worse still his clothes and his hands are stained red. " It's not my blood." He says dazedly before he collapses into Roy's arms. He doesn't faint, just goes limp and catatonic. No one can figure out what the hell happened until a viral video appears all over, showing Jamie not only witnessing a horrific traffic accident but also springing into action and helping to pull the victims out of the mangled wreckage. The image of Jamie screaming and desperately trying to keep a little girl Phoebe's age from bleeding out in his arms is seared into everyone's brains, especially Roy's. Roy vows to do all he can to help Jamie heal from this trauma. Love ends up being one of the best remedies.
Anon ily I’m ready to attempt to make people cry again. *rubs hands together*
tw I’m killing the victims of the crash to really make it tragic. *SORRY* there’s also a bit of blood described.
Roy had texted and called Jamie about 20 times now. He doesn’t know what happened, three hours ago they woke up together, lost an hour in bed, Roy had to come in early so Jamie said he’d run here.
That was over two hours ago. Practice is basically over. People are talking showers. It’s insane. He has to pick up Phoebe in another hour, and she was really looking forward to seeing her ‘uncle Jamie’ Christ that kid.
He is officially freaking out. He knows Sam and Colin have called and texted also. Beard did his weird thing of “I know a guy” and left it at that.
Roy is just about to do another lap around the office when he hears Sam yell. He darts out of the room
Jamie.
Jamie covered in blood.
Oh god.
Jamie scans the room ignoring everyone’s questions and panic, he finds Roy. He takes the four steps over to him and collapses. Roy catches him like always, he slowly drops the both of them to the floor, Jamie proceeds to crawl into his lap.
Roy let’s out a noise he refuses to acknowledge. “Not my blood, I’m fine, gonna not talk now kay lads?”
Roy vaguely wonders if Jamie decided to kill his father today but that seems like an unlikely answer.
Beard comes running back in from where he disappeared to take a call.
“Roy we need to talk- oh good god okay good he’s here. There was a car accident. People filmed. Jamie was the first person around, a kid was thrown out the windshield. She uh she didn’t make it off of the scene. He held her. Screamed at people to call 999. Wouldn’t let her go until the ambulance got there. He held her the whole time.”
Roy blinked through tears he could feel starting out of his eyes. Christ fuck morning practice how could they think Jamie was just fucking off, he would never do that.
Sam comes over to where Jamie is staring at the wall behind Roy’s head. Sam sits next to Roy and takes a still bloody hand. Isaac and Colin move in sync, Colin digs out baby wipes, Isaac takes them and kneels down to wipe off the bits of Jamie’s arm that’s not wrapped around Roy’s neck.
Roy presses a kiss to Jamie’s head, a rare sight for the locker room but he feels that it’s allowed. Jamie let’s out a shaky breath. Roy repeats the action, when he pulls back this time though he’s got a plan.
“Alright, everyone our house 40 minutes, Isaac can you pick up Phoebe. We are gonna get Jamie showered off and fine again and then have a quiet movie day.”
Theres a murmur of agreement in the room,
Isaac swaps cars with Roy so he has a kid seat. Everyone leaves the locker room but not without touching Jamie in some sort of way.
Colin lingers for a second with an offer of “need help?” Roy needs to later tell him how grateful he is but he shakes his head no. Colin leave with a nod to go get Phoebe with Isaac.
“Baby can we stand to wash you off?”
Jamie sniffs. He nods his head unfolding himself from Roy’s lap.
Roy stands with a flinch, that’ll hurt more later but not the biggest issue. He slowly undresses Jamie, he tosses all the clothing into a trash can.
Jamie had worn all white today. It was a blinding contrast.
Roy undresses with less care then he did for Jamie, he pulls him into the shower. Roy reaches for Jamie’s body wash, Jamie looks up at him.
“She was about Phoebe’s age. I didn’t know they had that much blood in them that young. She wasn’t even really crying. I think I cried more then she did.”
Jamie gasps like it’s the first time he’s taking a breath.
Roy moves onto his hair now that the blood on Jamie’s skin is washed off. Clearly Jamie ran hands through his hair, the blonde streaks are tinted pink.
“She told me she was happy to be held. That she loved me.” Jamie cuts himself off with a sob. Roy gathers his up to his chest.
What can he even say besides he’s sorry at this point. No one should ever go through this.
“Her uh, her mom was driving, got slammed into by a truck that went through a light. Never saw it coming. She died in the car they said.”
Roy rocks them slowly under the water, “I know I’m sorry isn’t enough but you know I’m here for you. It sounds like you did everything you could’ve.”
Jamie nods again, “paramedics said the same thing, cops too. I was just thinking of Sarah and Phoebe the whole time.”
Roy sighs, he lets the tears he felt earlier come down his face, “I know. When you said mom and daughter I thought the same. But they are both fine, Sarah is at the hospital, Isaac and Colin are picking Phoebe up to bring to our house.”
Jamie sniffs. “Can she stay the night.”
Roy nods. “Course. I think everyone might be staying the night though, don’t think they’ll let you out of their sight any longer then the 40 minutes I asked for.”
Jamie let’s out a wet laugh. “God I really scared everyone didn’t I.” Roy leans down and kisses Jamie “more then any of us could ever tell you.”
Jamie taps Roy’s chest, “let’s go home.”
Roy holds Jamie’s hand. He knows it might take a while but Jamie will be okay eventually.
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a/n: i want to clarify shortly that reader did survive, just isn't awake in this fic heh. sorry lovelies. lov ya.
request: Steve x reader where reader gets hurt badly by the demobats instead of eddie and Steve is trying to keep her alive. Angst but fluffy end where reader ends up surviving |PART TWO!|
warnings: little women spoilers lol, st vol. 2 spoilers ig, fluff and lil angst
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (established relationship)
w/c: 1.5k
read part one here!
the room was white. too white.
steve had memorized it all by now, anyway. the white walls, white bedsheets, white tiles that built the floor, and the white, blinding, sickening lights.
the cold tones matched your skin, pale and just a tiny hue of pink covering your cheeks, assuring him that yes, you were alive, and yes, you did survive.
the room wasn't by any means homey. it was cold, with no windows except the one that let anyone outside in the hall watch into the intimacy of what was supposed to be a private room for you, where you could heal peacefully and without the eyes of anyone that'd want to look into the vulnerability of either you or steve.
the beeping sound of the machine beside you was far too familiar to steve— a sound he'd hear the entire time he was awake, and in his dreams, too.
he'd be visiting you all day long, everyday. he'd look at you, enjoying the way your features seemed so relax and trying to ignore the reason why this was like that was because you hadn't woken up since that day.
he'd read your favourite book, the same one you'd read to him on his bed, after fighting monsters and getting a new trauma to add to the list, while stroking his head and letting the sweet and steady sound of your heartbeat lull him to sleep.
"beth dies?!", he'd cry. "are you fucking kidding me?! she was my favourite one!" he'd always fall asleep before you got to read the sister's death to him. also, steve would know you'd argue with him about amy being the best character. "and from scarlet fever?! who dies from fucking scarlet fever?!" he'd complain. he'd also know you'd answer him something snarky. "she did, steve. along with thousands of people in fucking 1860s," he'd almost be able hear your voice.
he'd bring his walkman along, making a quick turn to the music store before driving to the hospital to buy the newest fleetwood mac album, then spending those rare nights he'd sleep at his house making you a cassette with all the songs so you'd be able to listen to it through his walkman— he'd put the headphones over yout head and let you listen to the entire album.
"s'cool, isn't it?" he'd sway his head to the song. "yeah, i listened to it on the radio the other day. figured you'd like this one the most," he'd say. "i'm still unable to understand your obsession with what's-his-name. is it because he has blue eyes? it is, isn't it?"
"does it mean you don't like my eyes, though?" he'd almost pout at the thought. his eyes were your favourite, and he knew it. him doubting it was only part of his dramatic antics. "babe?" he'd call, waiting for a response and sighing sadly when he wouldn't get any.
he'd also bring food for him and eat it next to you, talking about work, about the kids.
"max is doing so much better, too," he'd say, mouth full of chinese food, and he'd chew loudly— something you absolutely hated, but you weren't really awake to scold him, so he'd do it, anyway. either way, he'd try to annoy you even when you were phisically unable to annoy him back (all out of love, though). "her vision is getting better. it's still blurry, though. she complains about it a lot. but, hey, s'better than nothin', right?" he'd continue chewing. "doctors said she was probably never going to be able to see again. so, her actually seeing is huge."
"how's dustin doing?" he'd ask, as if he were repeating whatever you'd asked him. he'd sigh. "not so good. little dude's been in his room a lot. won't let any of us in," with a shake of his head, steve would continue. "i tried talking to him. hoped he'd open up a lil, y'know? and, i don' know. i miss him, too. he's my little brother."
then, at night, he'd bring the little sofa closer to your bed, grab your hand and rest his head on the mattress, so he was still looking at you while playing with your fingers. "i talked to your mom this morning." he'd confess. "she invited me over for breakfast, asked how i was doing."
then, when the hospital was quieter and dark from the lack of light outside, everyone sleeping when he should be, too, he'd let the emotions come in— a few tears falling from his eyes and a few quiet sobs shaking his body. "she's great. she— she misses you so much, baby," steve would wipe a tear away. "i don't think she's given up. i don't think she'll ever give up on you. i won't, either."
"you will wake up, sweetheart. i promise you you'll wake up."
and steve didn't believe in any god. but, that night, and every other night, steve would pray.
he'd pray for your eyes to open, pray to see the life in your eyes again. he'd pray to have those precious moments with you again, with you scolding him for chewing too loudly or talking with a mouthful. he'd pray to hear you comfort dustin and be there for max while she got her vision back. he'd just know dustin would open up as soon as he heard it was you on the other side of his door. because it was you. and you always made everything better.
and later, when the clock almost struck the early hours in the morning, sleep almost consuming his own figure, but his fingers still playing with yours, he'd ever so softly hum to your favourite song. the song you'd both dance to in his kitchen when his parents weren't around, when he'd cook you breakfast and you were fine and beautiful and awake. the song you'd listen to in the car, the windows down and the soft sway of your head to the beat of the music, and steve would have to make himself look forward before he got into a crash because he was too busy staring at you.
in the morning, he'd say good morning and tell you about his dream. his dreams and yours were always so crazy. you'd tell him it probably had to do with what you went through— traumas related to russians, monsters with heads similar to flowers but with teeth, gigantic spiders that controlled minds and a psicopath from another dimension that killed teens.
he'd only say he was glad they, at least, were dreams. it was your routine: you'd wake up next to each other, cuddling for a few minutes and talking about whatever crazy dream you had had while he played with your hair and you laid on his chest, legs interwined and sould that matched.
the mornings at the hospital, he'd quickly tell you his dream while eating the extra pudding the nurse secretly braught him, kiss your head and head off to work, working only one shift so he could make it back to you as quickly as possible.
he also knows you'd probably complain about that, too. something about not having to lose money from quitting a shift only for you. "gotta take care of my girl," he'd probably answer you. "it's not like i'm losing much, either, right? most exciting thing i could be missing out's keith actually getting a date from a costumer."
"robin says hi," he'd tell you as soon as he enters your room, bending down to kiss your head and sit on his usual spot next to your bed. "said she'll probably be joining us later tonight. said somethin' about bringing your favourite movie and some popcorn. what would you think of a movie night, pretty girl?" he'd ask. "like good ol' times, heh?"
at the memory, he'd smile sadly. he couldn't wait to do it again.
later that night, the tv would be closer to the bed, having had been rolled over by both robin and steve, each of them sitting on each side of the bed, back to the future playing on the tv. "d'ya think marty mcfly's hot?" steve would ask robin, who'd be chewing some popcorn while dropping a few more into her mouth. "dude, i'm gay," she'd remind him with a confused face. steve would nod. "yeah— i know, but she—,"he'd accuse you while pointing his thumb to you. "—had a crush on him when the movie came out."
"what year are we talking about?" she'd ask him. "last year."
"didn't you start dating like— days before christmas last year?"
"yeah, but that's not the point—"
robin would groan. "steve, you're, like, the most precious human being to her. seriously. she wouldn't shut the fuck up about you before you two got some ovaries and started fucking dating," she's reassure him, earning a bright smile from him. "she wouldn't?"
"never," robin would nod. "every day?" steve would ask. "every day." she'd confirm.
steve would look back to you, blushing and giving your cheek a kiss, grabbing your hand in his and playing with your fingers, like usual.
god, he couldn't wait to hear from you all you told robin about him.
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I really hate how Huntlow has been watered down into a Girlboss x Malewife,
And boy do I have something to say...
I guess this all took place after TTT or KT, not really sure cause I don't remember which time it took place, Huntlow has been technically reduced to a Girlboss x Malewife, which is annoying and I hate that type of character dynamic/ship dynamic SO MUCH, the reason why people started thinking Huntlow of that type of dynamic is because...Hunter started showing more emotions after TTT or KT, yet again, I'm not really sure which episode, I feel like they're both equally a power couple! Hunter isnt weak or soft for showing emotions, may I remind you he's a trained soldier from at least the the moment he could even start speaking or walking, and practically all his life he's never to show any strong emotions like sadness or grief, and when flapjack dies the dude relapsed into some type off GG mode, and I hate how people keep on like, making fun of him in ftf or just saying he looks cute when he's angry even though he just lost the most important person...bird?? It sounds weird phrases bird lol, in his life, which basically leaves him to revert back into his golden guard mode, it's not funny considering flapjack died by his own two hands and suffered a loss that he's probably not even over yet even after the timeskip, and not to mention the trauma from Hollow mind and his various scars all over his body, especially the one on his cheek and his chipped ear, the ones from Belos' possession, and the literal sigil that nearly killed him on KT, and all over that we don't know how much abuse and trauma he faced in the coven, so to call him soft and emotional after experiencing extreme trauma isn't being soft, he legitimately needs fucking therapy (bouta pull up Steve's therapists number)
And for willow to be the girlboss is both accurate and not at the same time, sure, shes hella powerful! But she has been hiding emotions, bottling them up in ftf and eventually letting them come out on a meltdown where she can't control her magic, from her trauma and bullying from Boscha, Amity, and their entire friend group, and the emotional trauma she had gotten after Amity and her stopped being friends, even if its all in the past it still has impact on her future, and I'm not sure if you notice but trauma can affect you, she can't be all, girl boss and slay she's so powerful all the time pookie
In my opinion they're both a power couple, not just some strong gf x soft bf, Hunters a trained soldier and Willows got badass and powerful vines! Don't know why so much people hate them!!
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Yes, I used Lilo and Stitch to quote the family that Bucky makes in this fanfic. Honestly, I think it just fits them so well.
There is a taglist, just respond if you'd like to be added! These are headcannons and scenarios revolving around Bucky and Human! Alpine. I'll be used she/her pronouns for the character and there will be a vague description of her in some scenarios.
Enjoy the series!
Serendipity Masterlist
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How Bucky Met Alpine
It all started when Steve went back to Peggy. Steve was Bucky's family and now he was on his own.
He and Sam worked together sure, but that didn't mean there wasn't any tension there.
They definitely weren't on the level of living together, so Bucky found a place in Brooklyn after he got is pardon.
Quiet, the landlord didn't ask a lot of questions, cheap. It was perfect.
Almost perfect.
There was one neighbour that seemed to annoy him, though they'd never really talked before hand.
They lived opposite each other, so it was a surprise they hadn't seen each other before when Bucky was viewing the place
He'd seen a glimpse of her on moving day, lugging boxes onto his floor and dumping them inside the open door of the apartment.
On his second, maybe third run up from Sam's car - not that there was actually that much to move in - the lift had been occupied so instead he went up the stairs.
He was a super soldier, it's not like it would tire him out too bad.
Walking through he door, he caught a glimpse of his neighbour.
A young woman, maybe 21? 22? Long hair, wearing an all white outfit
In New York? That was brave.
She kicked the door closed behind her before he got a better look at her but he didn't care, he was more annoyed at the fact he had a young neighbour.
he didn't know if he'd be able to handle loud music and parties every night
he was stereotyping of course he knew that but he couldn't help it
a young girl living on her own with absolutely no parental watch, you just know there's going to be some sort of rebellious action
little did he know, his neighbour was a social recluse
and very
VERY
nosey
so nosey in fact that whenever she hears Bucky's door go, she's up and looking through her peephole wondering what the fuck is going on
she's bored and this is her only form of entertainment because how does this man function
she never sees a lot of groceries, never sees any takeout's delivered to his place, and only ever sees him with his friend or with Yori
and yes, of course she knows Yori
they gossip together on the weekends when they do their laundry at the local laundromat
but she knew who he was, knew who James Barnes used to be, what he used to do, who he lost
she knew he was on his own
like her
so, why couldn't they be on their own together?
she had watched him adapt his life from war to peace, and felt bad that he had no one to talk to about it
yeah she was a kid but she wanted to help her neighbour
she just couldn't figure out how to interact with him
not like she could just knock on his door and say "hey you have trauma and I have trauma lets bond over trauma together"
that would just be way too mentions of trauma
she could say "hey I've been watching you for a couple of weeks and you seem just as depressed as me lets be best friends"
but that would more than likely end up with a door slammed in her face and a restraining order
luck was on her side when one day, her pizza was delivered to the wrong address
she'd been waiting for an hour, normally she wouldn't have even gotten it delivered, she would have gone out to get it herself but the poor baby has a cold
fuck going out
she heard the knocking on the door and couldn't help but get to her feet and look out the peephole at the two people in the hallway
she may be on deaths door but she'll be damned if she doesn't know what on earth is happening right outside her door
"Yeah this ain't mine"
"bro c'mon just pay for the pizza, my boss will kill me if I get this delivery wrong"
"it's not mine, i'm not paying for it."
opening the door she grins because finally
her pizza is here
and she can interact with the Bucky Barnes
"it's mine"
she tried to seem cool
really she did but there's only so much you can do when your face is all red, snot dripping down her nose and her hair in a greasy messed up bun at the top of her head
the pair looked at her and she handed the delivery boy the money, sniffing hard as he left
"...."
"...."
neither of them had closed their door, neither of them had spoken
somehow they had gotten into a staring competition
it's really no wonder because we know Bucky loves those
but Alpine was STUGGLING
"Why are you staring"
"...."
"Dude seriously"
"...."
"Okay you're making me sweat, can you stop?"
she starts panicking and opens her pizza box to stuff her face, not taking her eyes of him
"See what you're making me do? Stress eat. this is all you, i can't stop staring- will you just blink?!"
she felt like she was in an interrogation
like all her deepest darkest secrets would come out
and some of them did
"OH MY GOD FINE I STOLE THE COUPONS FROM MRS GALWAY'S MAILBOX BUT SHE DOESNT EVEN EAT SHREDDIES SO IT DOESNT MATTER"
what
the fuck
bucky can't help the quirk upwards his mouth does, a small chuckle leaving his mouth before he can stop it
"This is really uncool of you man, why are you laughing at my MISFORTUNE"
"you steal coupons i don't think you can really talk about being 'uncool' kid"
This girl all but choked on the pizza slice she'd been stress eating
Bucky Barnes just called her uncool
the
audacity
"I am the coolest person in this building"
"you just confessed to to theft"
"so?"
"i didn't even say anything to you"
silence
braincells hard at work trying to reply
"....I-..... shut up"
"What's your name kid?"
"You called me uncool, you don't get to know my name"
she turns and closes the door, Bucky laughs and does the same
they managed to somehow bump into each other even more after that, with Bucky asking if she stole anymore coupons and Alpine challenging him (and losing) to staring contests
it always ends with her telling him to fuck off and closing the door annoyed that he wins
does he get paid to stare or something
she practices in the mirror because god dammit she will win one of these days
she loses to her reflection
how is it's even possible she doesn't know
but she swears at that mirror every day for a week after
he still asks for her name, she still doesn't give it
annoyed that he called her uncool and hasn't even apologised for it
or taken it back
"Seiously, I can't keep calling you kid, you gotta have a name"
"I'm not telling you my name, you'll just have to guess."
too much effort
with a frown he shrugs
"Fine, I guess I'll just call you.... Alpine"
"You just named me like I was your pet, shocking behaviour Sarge."
That was when he realised she knew who he was
she knew who he was
and still talked to him
he can't help but keep his distance after that
but, she keeps watching him nonetheless, making sure he's looking after himself
he still doesn't eat properly, she thinks
and it annoys her
if he starves to death before she wins a staring competition
she will kill him
it all came to a boiling point when he came home, mumbling angrily about his therapy session and about having no food in the fridge because he was too annoyed to go to the store after the session
his door slammed close and she stopped for a minute
she'd never seen him that angry
so, with all the determination a 21 year old can muster to care for a 106 year old
she cooked him dinner
it was simple, she'd say if he asked
she'd cooked to much
that old cliche
but in reality, she had no idea what she was doing
in the end she made some sort of chicken fried rice
it wasn't much but it would do
when Bucky heard the knocking on his door he contemplated not even answering
probably a lost delivery boy
when it happened again
and again
and again
until
"OH MY GOD ARE YOU FUCKING DEAD?!"
a genuinely panicked screech from the hallway
groaning he opened the door and stared at the girl, catching her hand before she could bang on the door again
"You're very persistent"
"YOU'RE ALIVE THANK GOD"
she nearly went to hug him, but he stopped her by putting a hand on her forehead, keeping her at a distance
"You're a weird kid"
"Shut up and come eat dinner with me, I made too much"
and he would have said no
but she looked genuinely upset at the fact she thought he was dead, a hand resting on her heart
"..."
"i'm taking silence as a yes."
with that she grabs his arm and drags him to her apartment, barely letting him close the door
Whilst she went about sorting out their dinner, serving it up and getting them some drinks
in the meantime, Bucky took a look around, awkwardly, as you do
it was a normal apartment for someone living in their 20s. Not too clean but not too messy, nothing indecent thrown around the place. a few empty cans but that was it
mail on the counter in the hall
Bucky took a chance and glanced at it, maybe he could get her name if he just looked
Alpine
what the fuck
"What are you doing?"
man drops the letter and looks like a deer caught in headlights for about three seconds, looking at the grinning girl
wait- grinning?
"You're a bit late sarge, I looked at your mail the first day you moved in."
what
the
fuck
"You looked at my mail?"
"You can't exactly talk now can you? now come on, foods up."
they sat and ate the dinner she cooked together, talking and getting to know each other, teasing about the fact she thought he was dead
it was nice
it felt like... he had Steve back
he had a family
but he couldn't help his curiosity
"You aren't... scared of me?"
she shrugs
"You could have broken my whole damn arm when i tried to hug you earlier, you're not a monster Sargent Barnes. I trust you"
there it was, the words he'd always needed to hear
you are not a monster
he nods silently, looking up at her as she takes their dishes to put in the sink
"Hey kid?"
"yeah old man?"
"You're pretty cool, y'know that"
"..."
"Nice try, I'm sticking with Alpine"
"Damn it"
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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)
Read Chapter 6 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 7
Summary: Meeting with Detective Rogers brings back Loki's past that he had kept hidden from you.
Warning: 18+, Steamy stuff, Rough language, , manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff.
"Told you to dress up decently, right?" He looked at you as you turned the tv off so you walked into the kitchen and held him from behind. You had his shirt on with a pair of booty shorts, nit exactly decent persay.
"Is this not decent enough for detective Rogers?" You mumbled as you pressed soft kisses on his skin, the scratches from her fingernails had left their print behind so you were kissing over each and everyone of those marks.
He turned around and placed his hands on your hips so you jumped a little and he instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked a few steps backwards and made you sit on the countertop.
"Are you okay?" He asked you softly, you could sense the genuine concern in his tone.
"I am..scared" you held onto him tightly and he sighed.
"Of that monster?"
"Mmmmhmmmm"
"You know I will protect you right?"
You nodded as you pulled away from him.
"Are you okay?" You looked down as you asked him, your fingers trailed over the bite marks on his chest that one of his whores had left behind, sometimes you felt mean thinking like this about them, they caught his eyes and got lucky, it wasn't really their fault but the jealousy always took over. They had the parts of him he never gave to you. And probably never will.
"You don't have to worry about me darling" he chuckled as he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, he was pulling away so you placed your hands on his shoulders.
"Don't leave please"
"Uhhhuh? Then who'll feed this hungry little pouch of yours" you giggled as he tickled the sides of your waist, his eyes teared up at the sight, sometimes he truly wished that he was powerful enough to turn back the time so he could have protected you better, so he could have done better then what he did.
"Stopppp stooopp please stahhhhp" you screamed so he listened to you for once.
You both heard the door buzzing so you immediately jumped down from the counter and walked past him, he quickly went to his room to put a shirt on as well.
"Hello Mister Steve" you smiled as you looked at Detective Rogers, he stepped inside the apartment so you locked the door.
"Y/n, it's been a while, I'm glad you're staying out of trouble" you grabbed his arm and turned him around to hug him as he said that.
"Oh detective I have missed you" you could tell he was feeling uncomfortable and that's exactly why you liked to annoy him, plus you really wanted Loki to see this, obviously. Steve pulled you off him as he heard Loki's footsteps approaching, when you looked at him and he was glaring right at you.
"Why don't you go make a cup of coffee for us? Can you do that?" Loki asked you so you smiled.
"Yes daddddy" you walked past them both, Steve's eyes widened while Loki's just rolled like usual.
"Come with me" Steve followed Loki to his room and then you heard the door shutting.
"What was that? Why did she call you that??" He seemed weirded out as he questioned Loki.
"You know why ..you fucking know what she does" Loki answered, a little frustrated by your behaviour.
"I just.. is something going on between you two?"
"Well atleast find a safer place, I'm serious Loki, you know he is looking for her and we can't risk it"
"You didn't come here to talk about that did you?"
"She's wearing your clothes, she's calling you 'Dadddy'..I'm just worried, she has been through alot..we– " Loki cut him off as he didn't want to hear anything Steve had to say about your relationship with him. He knew what he was doing.
"I know that and I can fucking take care of her alright? What's going on between us is not your concern..she's not a child any longer, you and your bloody laws they can't take me away from her anymore" Loki's eyes teared up from anger and frustration. It wasn't just Steve but the build up from the past days, the tension between you two, Odin escaping, you kissing Peter, it was all getting to him. He was afraid of losing you again.
"Can you calm down, I'm on your side, I have always been on your side Loki"
Loki sighed as Steve said that.
"Where is that bastard?"
"We are searching for him, look you two need to get away somewhere far from here"
"We can't, she has liabilities, her work..we can't just ditch everything and run off into the sunset" loki crossed his arms as he said that.
"I'll take care of her, I just need him caught because you know if I find him first I'll kill him with my bare hands"
Steve sighed again as Loki said that. That's mostly how conversations occured between them since the beginning.
"Two officers will be patrolling around the area, just a safety measure, we have our men on every point from NY to LA, he won't be able to get here"
"How did he look like when he escaped?"
"Well.. that's the first thing he'd do, change his appearance" Steve nodded as he said that then he got really quiet ad he thought about someone. He had to keep her safe too. "Did you get in touch with her?"
Steve took out a picture and gave it to him, his eyes burned with tears of anger as he looked at the image of his father, the white hair made him look different but that smile still made his skin crawl.
Steve's eyes flickered as Loki questioned him then he realised what he meant.
"She's under our observation, her and Nat both, don't worry"
"Nooo…it's been years. What's the point really? Especially with y/n around now it doesn't even matter anymore"
"I just want Jo out of this, Odin is vengeful and the moment he finds out about our history he will try to use her to get to me" his eyes teared up more as he thought about her and the time he had spent with her, for once in his life he actually thought he'd have it all, he thought of a world where things would finally start to turn around for him, he really did but it ended and it took away whatever sanity he had left with in him.
"I understand Loki, are you still in touch with her?"
"She's an adult Loki, maybe now is not the right time but once Odin is in our hands again you need to let her go so you both can heal, this whole thing is not good for her you know that..does she even know about Jo?"
"Bye bye detective..see us again soon" As he was about to leave, you got on your toes and kissed his cheeks one by one, that shocked Steve to say the least.
"She doesn't and I want to keep it that way okay?" Steve sighed as Loki said that, he never really listened to him especially when you were in the picture . After the discussion Steve stayed for dinner and you kept flirting with the man just to rile up Loki and you could tell it was working really well as he was getting more and more irritated every time you touched Steve.
"I have a daughter not much younger than you, behave okay?" He told you so you smiled innocently.
Steve left soon after and you were left with a pissed off looking Loki glaring at you intently.
"Nooo daddy" you smiled in a way that didn't help the situation, it only irked him further, he walked towards you and you noticed how furious he was, his jaw remained clenched, his eyes were moist with tears so you took a few steps backwards until you hit the front door.
"You find this funny huh? All of this amuses you right?"
"You're such an attention seeking child"
"Then give me attention" you smiled at him as he cupped your cheeks harshly and pressed your head flat against the door, making you look up to match his eyes "Shhhhh calm down I'm sorry" you clutched onto his shirt and your arms wrapped around his waist as you mumbled, he let go of your cheeks and placed his arms on the door instead so you got on your tiptoes and pressed kisses on his neck.
His teeth gritted together as he spat , your eyes teared up but you knew he didn't mean it, he was angry, he had to be super annoyed to say that to you.
"I'm sorry daddy, pleasee" your arms flung around his neck and he sighed. He was scared and he needed you close to him right now, he was terrified about Odin hurting you again and he wanted to hold you in his arms to stay calm but he was too stubborn to keep his ego aside and ask you for that.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" You asked him as you didn't get any kind of response to your touch, kisses or even your apology.
He pulled you away from him and stormed off to his room making you sigh in utmost sadness, maybe you shouldn't have messed with him today. After a few minutes as you made your way to his room he was making the bed, he gestured you to get on the bed so instantly hopped on before he would change his mind. As he laid down you quickly snuggled into him, you felt extremely tired from the long day and his warm body next to you lulled you to sleep quicker than you could have expected, his fingers caressed your scalp gently and he heard you humming in sleep.
That's all he needed tonight, you next to him, safe in his arms, and that's how he wanted to keep you forever, he didn't care what the world thought of him or how they judged him. He never cared about their opinions, they didn't suffer the way you two did.
"I love you darling, please don't leave me" his eyes teared up as he looked down at her, his cock moved in and out of her slowly, she was the only woman he had ever made love to like this. Jolene, her long black hair and blue eyes mesmerized him since he had laid his eyes on her.
"Hiii I'm Jolene.. I'm uhhh Loki's ex wife..is he here?"
He was 24 when they met, 4 years after he had gotten out of Odin's clutches, he thought that he was broken beyond repair and he surely was but when he met her , he felt something, she changed him for better, she gave him hope, she loved him and he has never been loved before, not like this, the moment he saw her he knew he was all in but he forgot his reality, he forgot how damaged he was for her, she was an angel, so free of trauma and pain while he didn't even know how it felt to not feel the pain, that's all he had ever gotten in life before.
"Not leaving baby, goshhhh I love you too..keep going please" she cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer to her then she wrapped her legs around his waist, in a moment he was flipped under her, he smiled as she rode him slowly. He must be having the best dream of his life to see her again or this would turn into the worst nightmare, he really didn't care at the moment.
"Pleaseee daddy " his eyes opened as he heard your voice, Jolene wasn't there anymore, it was you and he didn't hate the sight, if he was being honest with himself he really loved the view of you on top of him. He had been thinking about this since that night of your 19th birthday, that's when he had the inkling that he was going to be fucked even moreso now, the paternal older sibling sort of bond that he had maintained with you wouldn't be same anymore. He was attracted to you after that night but he has always loved you, in several different ways carrying several different shades of love in his heart, he knew he had loved you all his life.
"Babyyyy" he sat up and you cupped his cheeks to kiss him feverishly, his response was equally saturated with passion.
"I love you lolo" you mumbled softly as you hopped up and down on him slowly.
"It's always been you sweet buttons, it has always been you for me, you were always mine" you smiled as he confessed what he actually felt for you.
"Yours…I belong to you .. forever"
....
He woke up sweating and breathing heavily as the sound of the alarm blared next to him. You were still asleep and he couldn't have been more thankful, he turned the alarm off instantly then he got up to get ready for the day before you'd catch him like this. That was a weird dream. He hadn't thought about Jolene in a long time and yesterday's conversation with Steve must have triggered it. He didn't want to think about her, his priorities were set, all he wanted was for her to stay out of his fucked life. That's all she wanted afterall so that's exactly what he wanted to give her.
While he was making breakfast you were just scrolling through your social media accounts, that's when you heard the doorbell ringing so you got up.
"Peep first alright?" You heard him yell so you chuckled.
"Yesss sir"
He shook his head at the response. There was a woman standing on the other side of the door. You didn't know who she was though, you had never met her before.
"Ummm who's this?" You asked her and you could see she her fidgeting.
"Uhhh hiii ..does Loki live here? I was told I'd find him here" you looked behind and you found Loki staring at you motionless. It was as if he had seen a ghost.
You opened the door before he could say anything, you were met with a woman, probably in her early 30s, raven hair that matched his, blue eyes, she was so much taller than you, she looked really pretty too, the type of woman loki got around with. She was his type.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" You asked her as you felt confused, and you really wished you hadn't because you weren't expecting for your whole world to flip upside down all over again.
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hey do you have an au for Jamie meeting a Jamie who didn’t go into football? ;-)
I’ll be real I read this and typed. A whole list of Jamie AU’s. Then I reread your ask and realized you specified where they meet canon jamie. Whoops.
So in most of those AUs the issue is not that Jamie isn’t playing football, it’s more that he IS playing but a change has occurred.
I’ve got s1 Jamie meets girl!Jamie. At first everyone assumes that he’s gonna be an asshole about girls playing football. They are then annoyed and a little insulted when instead he meets her and is like ‘thank FUCK finally someone who can play good.’ The two of them trauma bond and turn into a little annoying world of ‘we shall play 1-on-1 together, fuck everyone else’ (cue lots of ‘oh god there’s two of them’). Meanwhile Ted is noticing how the two of them together seem….happy? And like, they certainly can pass to each other, so Ted starts scheming on how he can leverage that to them passing to everyone. But when that doesn’t work, a version of the the ‘practice’ scene from 1x06 happens and whichever one of them is there as a witness loses their shit at Ted for it. Cue drama
I’ve got s3 Jamie meets s1 post-fire Jamie and goes ‘ooooooh, I did not realize how transparent my issues were. Oh no. Oh no, I gotta do something to help.’ This is mainly Jamie trying to give love to his former self, who is furiously jealous of everything his future self has and doesnt believe him at all when jamie tries to explain ‘no no, this can be you!’ Cue angst.
And then I’ve got a ‘Where is Jamie?’ AU that is more about the cascade of butterfly effects that he’s had on the team. Basically the two Richmonds meet, and Other Richmond is…well, for starters they got relegated in season 1 and never got promoted again. They came so very close though. There’s no Total Football, there was never even a Zava. Nate, having not been bullied as much, never went full dark side and left for West Ham (as a result though he has a LOT of unresolved anger stored up at Ted).
But the biggest domino that never fell was Keeley, who never dated Jamie, and therefore never met Rebecca OR Roy. As a result it took Rebecca a lot longer to soften to…everything. Without Keeley to force her hand over the paparazzi photo, she didn’t confess that she’d been trying to sabotage Richmond until well into season two. She’s made progress, but her and Ted are far more tentative with each other, and because of how long it took the blow up was much bigger. Roy is on assistant coach, but his retirement was more of a whimper than a bang. He’s hanging onto his job like a life raft and he is severely depressed. Keeley is still floating around, doing modeling. She has tried to work her way into a few PR companies but hasn’t had much luck, so she’s currently working on her degree. Her life isn’t much worse, but it’s not great.
So canon!Richmond looks at all of this and goes ‘okay. So where the fuck is jamie?’
Meanwhile Jamie is trying to not hear ‘we only want you for your football’ but it’s really really hard given the circumstances.
They do eventually find that universe’s jamie living as a bartender in Manchester. Life has not been kind but he’s made the best of it. That said he takes one look at this Jamie, who is softer and lighter and happier than he’s ever been and who actually plays football, and thinks his old mates from the academy are playing a cruel prank on him— the fact that they somehow got Roy Kent in on it is an extra kick while he’s down.
Ironically he has been making a killing placing bets against Richmond (and other teams, but he doesn’t tell them that) because he’s taken all his passion for football and turned it into dissecting how awful other teams play, which actually makes for really good coaching strategy advice. You see where this is going.
#please excuse any typos I typed this on my phone throughout my workday#jamie tartt#ted lasso#canon divergence#AUs#ask box is always open
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I'm not even remotely religious in any way, but I am begging people who are going to write about a character going into a monastery/nunnery whatever to please, please, please read some of the Cadfael Chronicles before you cast an entire population of people as fire-and-brimstone, self-mutilating, repressed, fanatical zealots.
For the uninitiated, the Cadfael Chronicles was a long series of medieval-set (specifically set in the 12th century) murder mysteries where the gumshoe role is taken by a monk who is well into middle age, a skilled herbalist and a former soldier and sailor who joined the Order late in his life (which for one, did happen!).
Now, there are some dated things about the writing that bears some examining; Ellis Peters (psued for Edith Pargeter) first started writing then in the late seventies (the last book was published 1994, a year before her death), and while she was a fantastic amateur self-taught scholar (she was so good she got an honorary degree from Birmingham University, having never even been to any higher education than high school) she is writing about the time of the Crusades and the Crusaders who invaded Jerusalem and she doesn't really delve that deep into the implications of her characters being involved in that, even though the characters are portrayed as the good guys, especially the titular one. But it's very possible most of the scholarship she had available for research at the time was all Western perspectives, which, you know, history is written by the winners, etc. She has a writers bias towards her protagonist, so of course he is framed fairly glowingly, though not without flaw.
But whether she had a view on the moral implications of the Crusades or not, the way she wrote medieval Britain and medieval Wales is absolutely textually fascinating because she doesn't flinch away from the fact that yes, Britain at this time was a feudal serfdom with slaves included, and was hard on marginalized people, chock full of patriarchy that did affect the lives of her female characters or that the Church was a big landowner themselves, and there was plenty of political tension and violence due to an ongoing civil war, but nonetheless the town the Chronicles are set in and the monastery where Cadfael lives is portrayed as a community.
Seriously. They don't just pray and whip themselves for 'bad thoughts'. The monks can be funny, snarky, and shy, and ambitious. They can be irreverent - yes, even about God, that thing that they are meant to be the most reverent about. They can have petty rivalries, they can annoy one another, even the Abbot, and not be sent for a backbreaking penance. They aren't thumping on bibles and telling people that if they don't make the cut that they're going to burn in hell.
They care. They take care of the children left in their charge, whether they're rich scions there to get an education or some poor thing left on their doorstep. One monk, in charge of the children, expresses real and genuine concern over a new novice that is having horrific dreams, worried that he has suffered a tremendous hidden trauma (he's right) and they're all concerned about what they can do to help him. A pair of teenagers literally fuck on one of the altars and the reaction from Cadfael is rueful amusement at young people's folly, not disgust or anger. They collect alms for the poor, redistribute everything given to them to help people survive. They crack jokes and show each other kindness and...
... look, I'm not saying that there weren't and still aren't zealots in religion. No religion is really innocent of that. And yeah, those zealots have done some pretty heinous things when they're put in charge - see Witch Burnings, Various Inquisitions, Crusades, Terrorism, etc. But I do wish writers wouldn't write about religious life like everyone who ever entered it was either a complete bag of bible-thumping assholes or just miserable all the time.
For one thing, that's really boring. Religion is a way we can tell stories about the complex reality we live in and the rules we think are important when dealing with other people. To reduce all that potential down to Miserable, Repressed, Self-Harming, Witch Hunting Jerks is intellectually lazy at best.
For another thing, you are losing the opportunity to portray a fundamentally queer experience. I don't mean they were all fucking (although some of the proscriptions that they felt the need to write down would rise your eyebrows - hand holding was apparently banned at one point); I meant that this was a group of people that took themselves out of the amatonormative status quo entirely and dedicated themselves to something that wasn't marriage, children, mercantile endeavors or anything 'normal' like that. That was, at the very least, a queer experience with clear queerplatonic overtones (not to mention, there were FTM trans monks that literally went on to sainthood, chosen gender kept intact).
And also? It just isn't historically accurate. Plenty of men and women actively chose a life outside the norm because they wanted to serve god and the community. They're just a group of people, all living together, making space for one another, all trying to serve people in whatever way they can. These people were less raging witch-burners and more Jedi without the lightsaber.
In the Cadfael books, they have brushes with zealots and they're reviled as bad guys every time. One (in the very first book) more or less fakes a whole-ass vision to manipulate the order to go to Wales and try and acquire a Welsh saint's bones and ends up doing even worse things because he believes he is destined for greatness and will get it by whatever means necessary. The head of the mission (who edges close to zealot territory himself and fully buys into the con for his own benefit) tries to buy the saints relics and causes a massive diplomatic incident as a result of this insult that makes him look like an idiot.
The other zealot that gives them trouble is a priest appointed to run the church. This man is as big a bible thumping, hellfire and brimstone dickhead as you might always picture a medieval priest to be and he is uniformly despised by both the monks and the township at large because his zealotry and strict adherence to only the letter of religious law and nothing else actively harms the community.
He's so hated, in fact, that when he (spoilers) dies, the reactions of all and sundry is mostly just relief that he's gone.
The Catholic Church has a lot of sins that it forgets more than it reckons with, but that doesn't mean that life in a monastery was all hair shirts and self-mortification, every abbot a little dictator. People have lived just fine in small communes for a lot of human history and they didn't all have small-minded tyrants continually cracking the whip. Most of them didn't.
I know it's an easy shaft to mine angst from, shoving people into an oppressive environment that they must either endure or overcome. And yes, the way we write about religion is sometimes a product of working through a complicated and traumatic relationship with it. I'm not trying to say any writer can't or shouldn't write that because your art is always supposed to be about putting parts of yourself out there, about telling the world a story about how you see it; and if you're working through something, if you need to tell a story about the scars that zealotry absolutely have and do leave, go for it, more power to you. That's a story that should and must be told.
But if your character is going into a monastery, try to remember that humans are social creatures. We make friends more than we make enemies. Even under intense tyranny, we make allegiances and form bonds and find ways to make the world were in a little bit more bearable wherever we can. And we tend to show each other compassion and mercy, even when we don't always like each other. It's true today, and it was true then too.
Monastic life was a queer experience that happened right under the noses of the dominant power structures for centuries. I think there's a story or two to be mined from that as well.
#writing#worldbuilding#character building#medieval history#religion#nicolo di genova#the old guard#brother cadfael#ellis peters#queerness#m#monasticism#monastic life
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