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dreamingofaizawa · 3 months ago

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Pretty Young Thing

Retired!Older! Kakashi Hatake x AFAB!Kunoichi! Reader

***This piece is rated M for MATURE. 18+ entry only***

Warnings: Age gap (like 20+ years dude fr it's a GAP), longing, Kakashi being smitten, Kakashi being awkward and emotionally constipated, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering, cum eating, pussy slapping, creampies (wrap it before you tap it, people), squirting, overstimulation, VERY BRIEF dd/lg dynamic (I COULDN'T RESIST I'M SORRY)

Word Count: 4.5k

Author's Note: So. This was SUPPOSED to be a short drabble about Kakashi getting older and retiring and being interested in a cute, young, you. However, I couldn't stop my brain from braining and my hands from typing. It was gonna be less than 500 words. I don't know WHAT possessed me, but here I am.

ENJOY~

He's been forced into retirement. At least, that's what he tells everyone for the first few years, unable to fight the urge to get out in the field at every opportunity and being shot down. He sticks around the academy, and they allow him to still teach and help the next generation of ninja grow into well-rounded shinobi, for two reasons: he's an incredibly skilled and talented ninja that can pass on all of his skills, and he goes absolutely stir crazy trying to find something to do with his life after finishing Icha Icha.

Truthfully, he'd finished the series within the first 48 hours of his retirement, then re-read the damn series twice over before he finally got sick of it all. He couldn't take the lack of, well, anything.

Throughout his life he's fought countless battles, lost loved ones, and even the war took its toll on his body and his mind. But he misses it. Misses the action, misses the rush and the thrill. He's restless. His fingers twitch when he's sitting for too long, his legs bouncing and tapping on the floor when he's stood still in the kitchen waiting for a meal to finish on the stove. Even cooking can't seem to keep him occupied enough.

But he manages, eventually. Runs and works out in almost all of his free time, waking up at the crack of dawn to train himself for nothing every morning. Cooks every single meal and even bakes more desserts than he could possibly eat in his lifetime, brings all of his extra cupcakes and pies to his students when he finally has a new class. Not a team, no, he's been relegated to indoor classroom settings only. Nothing that could get him out in the field. And he tries to read new books. Nothing really catches his eye though, not enough to gerner his attention like he needs it to.

But then you show up.

You, a pretty young thing that's moved from the Hidden Mist village to come teach the young about your own village's history. It's part of the new initiative Naruto put in, once he'd finally reached his dream of becoming Hokage and got the village back in order. You're part of a group of eight shinobi, two from each major village, who were assigned to Konoha to begin a sort of fusion between the villages. Eight of the leaf's shinobi were sent out to the other villages as well.

He'd only managed to notice you while he was dropping off some of those extra desserts he'd made to occupy his time. You caught his eye like sunlight through stained glass, displaying to the students a few water-style jutsu that the Mist had perfected long ago and passed down through generations. He was mesmerized. You moved like the tides, body fluid like water, graceful and powerful. Clearly you'd mastered these techniques on an entirely different level, the motions so fluent you could probably do them in your sleep.

That's all it took for him to latch onto you. He's infatuated, really. After watching the demonstration, he actually offers you and your students the lemon-raspberry cookies he'd made last night. He talked with you for what must have been hours after that, all your classes having finished for the day and you strolled through Konoha. It was your first day, you'd said, and you were still trying to figure out the layout of the village.

"It's a lot bigger than the Mist. I didn't know what to expect if I'm being honest. I got here yesterday afternoon, and got lost on the way to school this morning." You laugh then, and he finds himself laughing with you. He offers to give you an escort whenever you find yourself needing one, offers to show you all the good food and the prettiest spots to laze in the sun.

It's about three months in that he finds himself actively looking for you during his morning run through the village. Not around the village, not anymore, ever since you'd moved here. He changed his entire running route to be able to spot you if you'd gotten lost, and then detoured to get you back on the path to school. Hell, he even walks you all the way to the front door of your classroom.

It takes him far too long to admit to himself that he's developing romantic feelings for you.

And he's a little ashamed about the whole thing.

He knows he's getting older, mid-late forties, dangerously close to fifty but he won't admit that to anyone if they ask. If his hair weren't already white, it'd be noticeably graying. His body's gotten just a little softer with age, but he stays as active as he can. He won't deny he's no spring chicken.

But you're young, maybe a little over half his age, can't be older than thirty. It's...strange. You're younger than any of Team 7, who he considers his children, but somehow you've circumvented that entirely. Maybe it's because he hadn't watched you grow up, maybe it's because you seem so accomplished and put-together, maybe it's because he still feels like he's a younger man than he is. But it's strange.

It's strange, and he feels a little guilty, especially when he's all alone late at night and his mind wanders a little too far back to Icha Icha. Especially when he's tenting his boxers and rubbing one out to ease the tension and suddenly all he can see in his mind is you. Especially when the post-nut clarity hits him like a truck, because he knows what people say and think about an age gap that large.

"When have you ever cared about what other people think, Kakashi?" Yamato tilts his head, pulling the emptying bottle of sake from his white-haired friend's hands.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Besides, if it helps at all, here's what I think. I think you're both fully grown adults, and as long as she actually wants to be in a relationship and you don't force her hand, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it." Kakashi's head hits the back of the cracked leather seat of the booth, a short sigh escaping him. Yamato is right.

And then he's yearning for you. Looking for your face everywhere, seeking you out whenever he finds another class to teach, visiting you after you finish your classes to drop off another tray of sweets. He's walked you home more times than he can count now, and he's watched your eyes light up as the sun sets behind the treeline and paints the sky in brilliant orange and pink hues. You'd never seen such beautiful sunsets. You say the Hidden Mist is always cloudy or shrouded in a thick fog, so the sky is always gray unless the sun is at its peak and can shine down enough to break through the mist.

He loves watching you watch the sun set. He loves watching you teach the kids. He loves watching you perform jutsu he's never seen before. He loves walking you to class every morning even though you already know your way around the village by now. He loves being in your presence, and hearing your voice, and seeing you smile and hearing you laugh at all his stupid jokes.

He's so far gone. The worst part is that he won't do anything about it. Because there's no way a pretty, young thing like you could be any kind of interested in someone like him. Aged, retired, his lease on life far from new. Not a chance you'd even consider him a suitor in any fashion.

Right?

"Hey, Kakashi?" He hums in response, walking alongside you as you two take a stroll after school. It's a route you two take often, after he'd shown you the best spots to watch the sky at sunset.

"You go running every morning, don't you? To keep in shape?" Another hum, but this time he's looking at you and your strangely mischievous expression. To your credit, you're trying your absolute hardest to keep your face neutral as you plan out your next moves.

"Why do you ask?" You shrug, but it's far from nonchalant. It's forced, as if you needed to pretend to be indifferent. You're scheming.

"Oh, no reason."

"Right." He doesn't believe you. Even as you lapse into silence for a few minutes, he can see the way your entire body is coiled, ready to take off like a spooked rabbit. But you're not afraid, no, you're excited about something. Then, you stop in your tracks, and face him head-on. His head tilts, and you reach out with one hand, your entire palm laying flat on his chest where his heart beats entirely too fast for the pace you'd been walking at. And your smile. It's so sweet, so innocent, and the little giggle that slips out makes his head light.

"Tag, you're it!" Then you're gone. He blinks, and you've vanished, having initiated a game he hasn't played in years. He can see you, still, where you're watching from a tree branch nearby. You wait to see if he'll chase, see if he's actually feeling up to this little game. His head snaps over to you and you wave over at him, wiggling your fingers. His heart races in his chest, his fingers trembling, his feet stepping toward the treeline.

He's excited. His body moves before his mind can really make the executive decision, and he's standing beside you on your branch. But only briefly, and you're gone again before he can reach out and tag you. His vision narrows, watching you as you slip away from him once he gives chase. It's exhilarating, stimulating his years of trained reflexes and triggering his muscle memory like nothing in the classroom or proctoring chunin exams could ever do. He doesn't even realize where the two of you end up when you finally stop and let his hand come down on your shoulder.

You giggle again, and it makes him freeze, his chest heaving and nerves buzzing. But he doesn't move to run after tagging you.

"You've still got it, old man." It's...are you...teasing him? Yes, he realizes, you are. Because you turn around and face him and lay your palm over his heart again with the sweetest little grin.

"Care to come inside?" He swallows around the lump in his throat, blinking down at you as you chew at your bottom lip. Cute. He can't speak, so he nods, and then his heart leaps into his throat when you laugh and slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers together to pull him into your apartment which he's only just now realized you'd stopped in front of.

"Don't be so nervous, Kakashi. I promise I'll be good and give your poor heart a break." That is an extremely dangerous thing for you to say at the moment, his restraint suddenly wearing thinner than rice paper. It makes him stop once you've dragged him inside, his head spinning suddenly with all the depraved thoughts running through his mind. And you, sweet thing you are, look confused and almost concerned as you look back at him, look up at him, where he's stuck in your entryway.

"Are you alright?" You reach up to place the back of your hand on his forehead, but he flinches away and grabs your wrist in his own large hand.

"Kakashi?" His breathing is shallow, his heart still going a mile a minute, his fingers tightening around your wrist. He can feel your own pulse, and he swears it's nearly as fast as his.

"Just give me a second, sweetheart. I'm trying to be a gentleman." The worry drops off your face like a dead weight. He can just barely see the corner of your mouth tug into a wicked smile.

"Maybe I don't want you to be a gentleman." Those eyes snap to yours in an instant, and...is that lust decorating your features? There's no way...

You're stepping toward him, and he steps back, releasing your wrist as you back him against the door.

"Maybe I want you to get naked in my bed." The words have him sweating. He chuckles, a nervous sound really.

"I thought you were going to give my heart a break." You hum, lean into his space and rest both palms on his chest, fingers spreading just to feel him. You sigh dramatically, turning back into your home and striding away with an extra sway to your hips. Pure temptation is what you are.

"I guess, being as old as you are you need a break huh? That poor ticker of yours is gonna give out if you're not careful." The way you eye him as you walk away has a tent forming in his pants. Fuck. You're right, his heart's gonna explode but it's not going to be from old age. He steps toward you, following you like a damn puppy, all the way to your bedroom where you turn and face him once again, a devious smile on your pretty lips.

"If I haven't made myself clear enough, Kakashi, here's another hint." He can't shut his eyes when you begin to undress in front of him. He wants so badly to give you privacy, to be a damn gentleman like he said. You're making that impossible. You're naked, completely bared to him and his gaze, dressed in nothing but pure sin. He doesn't back away when you approach him this time.

"You're a smart man, Kakashi. You've got all the information you need in that handsome head of yours. The question is: will you use that information to your advantage tonight?" He swallows, heat crawling over his skin the closer you get. Your naked breasts are pressing into his shirt and his fingers are itching to touch you.

"I don't want to take advantage of anything. Especially you." The admission makes you smile as you reach over and grasp his hands, tugging them and laying them on your very naked hips.

"Honestly, it feels like I'm the one taking advantage of you, with how little you're reacting to all of this." Thick fingers twitch, digging into your skin, and you loop your arms around his neck. He's going to die, and he won't even be mad about it.

Then he feels it, the slight tremor in your fingertips where they graze the hairs at his nape. There's the tiniest shake to your legs, the slightest pinch in your brows. Your bottom lip is being chewed once again, your jaw trembling. You're nervous. You're nervous like he is, waiting for him to reciprocate any of what you're giving him. Fuck. He's done for.

The little gasp you let out when he grasps your hips and twists, pinning you to the wall, fuels all of his movements. He's gained a new confidence.

"You're so pretty. Fuck, I can't believe this is real." You gasp again as he yanks his mask down and buries his face in your neck, licking up your pulsepoint and sucking a bruise into your skin.

"Fucking finally. You don't even know how long I've been dying to get you in here, Kakashi." He groans into you as you claw at his clothes, disrobing him as much as you can from where you're stuck beneath his palms.

"Oh yeah? You been thinking about me, pretty girl?" You nod, whine, unbutton his shirt and tug it down his shoulders. When he pulls back to look at you, you practically drool. He's still fit, sure, but there's a softness to him that you find irresistable. The layer of fat makes his gut pudge just a bit, and his arms are still bulging muscle but they're softened by time. He's bigger than you'd expected, wider and stronger and beefier.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name." He almost cums in his pants, like a goddamn teenage virgin. All reservations are thrown promptly out the nearest window, his lips on yours in an instant. His hands are all over you, toying with your nipples and squeezing the flesh of your ass. Yours are in his hair, and he lifts you with ease only to drop you onto the bed. You whine when your bodies part, but then you watch him yank his belt off in record time and drop both his trousers and boxers to the floor.

He watches as your pupils dilate and black swallows up your irises.

What a fucking ego boost, huh?

You're about to crawl toward him, you desperately want to feel him in your throat, want to claw at his thighs and feel his fingers tug roughly at your hair as you suck him dry. Instead he crawls over you and pins you to the bed with one hand at your throat.

"Oh no, not tonight baby. I won't last." He kisses your pout away, then sucks more marks into your throat as he reaches down between your legs with thick fingers. The moan you let out has his hips jerking forward, one finger slipping effortlessly into your slick heat. You're absolutely drenched. You whine again, rocking your hips into his hand.

"Don't tease, 'Kashi. Please." Well when you beg so nicely, how could he refuse? A second finger is added, then a third, and when he curls them up and uses his thumb to rub circles into your swollen clit, your whole body arches off the sheets as your breath is nearly punched from your lungs. It doesn't take long at all before you're cumming all over his fingers, soaking his hand and your bed.

"Fuck, do that again, pretty thing." Legs shaking, chest heaving as you gasp for air, skin dewy with sweat from the quickest orgasm of your life. He's already moving, yanking you to the edge of the bed, ignoring your yelp completely as he kneels before you. You whine when you realize the position he's in.

"No fair." He chuckles, and you jolt, his breath hot over your still sensitive pussy.

"Sorry, sweetness. I can't help myself. Be a good girl and cum on my tongue." Then he's eating you out like you're his last meal. His nose nudges your clit with every movement, his deep moans vibrate through your body, and when his fingers find your clit again to give it some much-needed attention, you're falling apart again. Just like he asked. He can see everything from this angle, the way your thighs twitch as they clamp around his head, the way your stomach clenches so tight as you cum, the way your neck is completely exposed as your back arches beautifully off the bed. Sweat glistens over your skin, your hands clawing at his hair and the sheets beside your head.

He's too close to cumming.

Satisfied that you're wiped out, he crawls back over you and swipes a few stray strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. You're still trembling, two quick orgasms in a row making you feel like an exposed nerve ending.

"You okay, baby?" It takes you a second to refocus, but when you do you're beaming.

"Yeah, I'm great. Still want you to fuck me, though." He groans.

"You can't say things like that, love. I'll burst before I get near you." You chuckle, lay your head to the side.

"That's hot. Let me guess, you'll have to use a little blue pill to recover after that?" You damn minx. There's a little shriek that escapes you when he flips you over and yanks your hips up, pinning your face to the bed with one hand in your hair as he hunches over you.

"Careful, little girl, teasing me is dangerous. Wouldn't want to break you so soon." Desperate is how he'd describe your responding moan. With his dick pressed up against your cunt, he feels the way it clenches.

"Break me." Fuck. Fuck. In one hard thrust he's buried deep in your heat, your cunt gripping tight around him for dear life as you moan. He's not small, and the stretch has your eyes rolling back in your head, has your toes curling and your spine coiling tight.

He refuses to cum before you do. He's got an iron will, he refuses to cum early.

You're gasping as his hips slam into the fat of your ass, all the strength he possesses powering every thrust, hands bruising your hips as they claw into your skin like anything less would rip you away from him. He can see your face reddening. You've been fucked so dumb you forgot to breathe, and somehow that makes his cock throb inside you. He stills, curling over your back and burying himself so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Your eyes roll back into your skull almost painfully as he brushes your hair from your face, leaves a sweet little kiss on your cheek.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Can't have you passing out on me yet." Your gasp is shuddering, lungs barely inflating with the hiccupping breaths you take.

"There you go. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Then you're gone. He can feel you clench around his cock, feel your entire body go stiff and tremble as you cum. It's not a full orgasm, but it's intense, and you've been tipped right over the edge by the praise he'd whispered into your ear.

You're gone, and then he's gone.

He thrusts twice before letting go, filling you up with so much cum it leaks from between your legs and trails down the insides of your thighs in thick rivulets. You're still shaking as he pulls out of you and flips you over, petting your body as you come back down. Tears had fallen at some point, streaking your skin.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Your legs are trembling as you let them fall apart, exposing yourself to him again. The sight of you, absolutely ruined, his cum leaking from your cunt, has his cock painfully jumping to life again, just barely.

"Feel good. So good." Then, being the little temptress you are, you reach down between your legs and finger his cum back into you, moaning and jolting at the sensitivity. Then you bring your fingers to your lips and suck both your juices off the digits, not breaking eye contact with him.

"It's incredible how you can still want more after that." You whine, but smile.

"Of course I want more. I always want more of you. But you don't have to give me any more if you're not feeling up to it." He hums, low and throaty. It sends a very visible shiver up your spine.

"I didn't say that, baby." Effortlessly, he scoops you up and sits up against the headboard, tucking you into his lap with your legs spread over his. One of his massive arms bars over yours, pinning you against his chest while the other hand reaches down and begins toying with your clit. You jolt, still sensitive, squirming to try to get away from his deft fingers.

"What happened to always wanting more?" It's a tease to finally get back at you. It's his turn now, to fluster you and pull you apart. When you don't stop squirming and whining, his palm pulls away and comes back down, a swift smack catching your clit and you squeal.

"Stay still, baby girl. I'm only giving you what you wanted. Greedy little thing you are, don't back out on me now." You sob, your breathing hiccupped and quick while he rubs slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive bud, and you shake your head.

"Not backing out. Feels good, daddy." His hips buck, his moan is loud in your ear, guttural and wrecked. He didn't even think he'd like that kind of thing, but you. Damn it all. He smacks your pussy again, just a little harder, and your moans are matching his as your body recoils and arches as far off of his as you can manage beneath his brute strength. Another smack, another moan, you're shaking again. He's hard again. Harder than he's been in a long time, the throb in his dick constant and needy. He lifts your hips and lines up with you, then sinks you down on his length. You're crying, his dick curving up into your g-spot so well and his fingers toying with your clit making you dizzy.

"Come on, babygirl. Come on daddy's cock again, be good for me." He smacks your clit again, and he can feel every clench and flutter of your cunt around him. You're so close. He brings his hand down again, targeting your poor, swollen clit, his other hand dropping to press into the pouch of your stomach where he can feel his own dick through your belly, and that's all it takes for you to fall apart all over again. But this time, you're screaming, your body thrashing so hard he's having a hard time keeping you against his chest, and warm liquid sprays over his thighs and pools down over his balls. It all has him coming undone as well, a single low grunt before he's shoving his dick deep inside you and emptying whatever he's got left.

Then you're both boneless, panting, sweaty messes on your bed. It takes a long time for either of you to move, the sweat cooling over your bodies and making you both sticky. He thinks maybe you've fallen asleep, but is proven wrong when you whimper as you shift, his soft cock slipping from your cunt and making him hiss from the sensitivity. You roll over, off of him, and lay your head on his chest. Your laugh is light, but riddles with exhaustion.

"I think I almost died there, Kakashi." He snorts out a laugh, tugging you close.

"Glad I can make you feel good. You don't regret any of this?" It's adorable, how you tilt your head in confusion, lift yourself to hover above him.

"Why would I?" He shuts his eyes for the admission.

"I'm not exactly young, sweetheart. A lot of people would say I'm too old for you." You scoff, press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Like I give a damn what they think. I'm old enough to know what I want, and I'm also old enough to make my own decisions." One eye peeks open, staring up at you with more than a little hesitation. You only roll your eyes.

"If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have stripped naked in front of you in my own bedroom. Come on, I thought you were smarter than this Kakashi. Isn't old age supposed to come with wisdom?" He groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"Enough with the damn old jokes. It makes me feel..."

"Old?" He deadpans, you laugh.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop. For now." His sigh is heavy, but you know he loves the teasing. You lean down once again to give him a peck on the lips, then pry yourself from his grasp and yank him to stand with you.

"Come on, we gotta shower and I gotta change the sheets." His hum is amused as he looks back at the mess you made, then back at you as you drag him toward what he assumes is the bathroom.

#this was supposed to be a SFW DRABBLE #WTF HAPPPENED? I DON'T KNOW #WHERE DID THE SMUT COME FROM? I ALSO DON'T KNOW #hatake kakashi #kakashi smut #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi naruto #naruto smut

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woso-dreamzzz · 1 year ago

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Second Time's The Charm II

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: You, your kind of ex-wife and a baby

Alexia was practically floating on air as she burst out out of the car.

"I've got her! I've got her!" She told you, practically falling over from the force she used to pull open the car door," I want to get her!"

"Go ahead," You said, slipping out of the car as well and grabbing your bag.

Alexia grabbed her, holding her close as she hurried towards the building. She had to stop by the door though because her hands were full and she anxiously rocked back and forth while waiting.

You huffed out a laugh as you opened the door and she burst in.

Alexia was off like a shot down the corridor while you followed at a more sedate pace. You knew she would wait for you, having forced her to agree to do so before leaving the house.

It had been a hard-fought battle this morning that had you promising things like cooking for the week and giving over your cabinet space in the bathroom.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" Alexia said impatiently from the door to the locker room.

You made the point of going even slower, taking pigeon steps just to annoy her.

"Come on!"

You slowly raised your foot and brought it down even slower.

"Please?" Alexia begged," Please? Please? Please? Please?"

"I want the wardrobe in the spare room."

"Wait, no! That's mine!"

"Sharing is caring, Alexia," You mocked her words from last night," Isn't that how you want to raise her?"

Alexia huffed. "Half the wardrobe."

"Half the wardrobe and the cabinet."

"That's so unfair!"

"Do you want me to hurry up?"

"Fine! Half the wardrobe and the cabinet!"

You started walking normally again. Your hand rested on the door handle as Alexia adjusted her grip. "Ready?"

She nodded, a blinding smile on her face. "So ready."

You pushed open the door, stepping aside to let Alexia walk in.

"No!" Mapi said," No!" She stood up on the bench and pointed at both of you. "No! No! No! No!"

"Mapi-"

"No!"

Alexia ignored her. "This is our baby!"

On her hip was your newly adopted baby. She was five months old and all smiley and giggly. Alexia was so proud of her, constantly holding her and playing with her and carrying her absolutely everywhere.

"No!" Mapi could do little but repeat the same thing over and over again.

Alexia's brow furrowed in confusion as she looked between Mapi and sweet baby Maya. "But she is our baby. We signed the papers." Her frown deepened as she turned back to look at you. "We did sign the papers, right? She's ours?"

You stifled a laugh. "Yes, Ale. She is ours. We signed the papers."

Alexia nodded before turning back to Mapi. "She is ours! This is Maya Putellas! She's a baby! Our baby!"

"That's right, Ale. She is our baby."

"Baby!" Alexia insisted, head bouncing around to look at each of her teammates," Our baby! A little Putellas!"

"No!" Mapi kept saying," No!"

Ingrid very awkwardly patted her girlfriend on the back before demonstrating she was fluent in Mapi by explaining," I think Mapi's a little worried about how quick you're moving. You only got back together a few months ago."

"Mapi shouldn't worry!" Alexia said quickly, bouncing Maya on her hip," We're taking great care of our Maya! Look, she's got my eyes!"

You laughed as Mapi was presented Maya like she was Simba, unable to back away as Alexia cornered her between the wall and your baby.

"Just to clarify," You told the rest of the room," Maya's adopted. Alexia's very proud."

Lucy scoffed, watching as Alexia waxed poetic about everything Maya did last night. "Clearly. How long have you had her?"

You winced. "Two days."

"I'm surprised Alexia waited this long to tell us."

"She nearly posted Maya in the group chat. That's what she did for Eli and Alba. No context, just a picture and then ignored their calls. She's in baby heaven right now."

You turned to look at your wife, who had well and truly trapped Mapi and was now explaining every little detail of Maya's outfit.

Ingrid and Lucy both followed your gaze.

"I think she's providing Mapi with free birth control," Ingrid joked," I think we're only going to have pets if Alexia keeps talking like that."

You winced. "Don't mention the p word in front of Ale. She wants a puppy too. I've been trying to tell her not while Maya is so little but she's got a powerpoint prepared so it's better to just avoid the conversation entirely."

"Right," Lucy said," No mentioning pets. Got it."

Alexia's head whipped around to face you. "Pets? I think we should get Maya a puppy!"

You groaned. "No, Ale."

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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eileenrry · 2 months ago

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CH.1 A KISS from WE CAN TRY series pairing: Uni/Roommate/Best Friend!Harry x Inexperienced Fem!Reader summary: Harry is a well known playboy of the uni, sweet but charming, and one day, his innocent best friend gets fed up with her inexperience and wants him to break it word count: 5.9K contains: FLUFF, description of sex, feelings, kissing (obviously lol) a/n: First chapter of my new series WE CAN TRY! I worked on this one way too long (maybe a month even) so I hope it'll be worthy, and that also another chapters will come sooner. Mid writing, I realized this trope is crashing a little with my ROOMMATES one shot but whatever, we all love roommate/uni!harry ;D A HUGE THANKS goes to each of you that reached out and showed me and my writings your love! It really pushed me and made me keep going. I'm forever grateful for this sweet community. Would be grateful for any feedback, ideas, anything! My dms are opened always. All my love, E

“Ahhh, oh my god, Harry! So good!”

A high-pitched voice echoed through the apartment, repeating his name like a mantra, until it melted into something almost sacred, less like lust and more like worship, a breathless prayer wrapped in need. From what you could hear, which was almost everything, Harry was undoubtedly good. Too good maybe. The kind of good that turned otherwise sane, put-together girls into a mess of tangled limbs, and desperate cries.

The old, squeaky bed frame gave out its usual protest, rhythmic and sharp thuds against the wall, punctuated by a wet, obscene slick of bodies moving in unison and his guttural grunts. It all added to the soundtrack of his filthy and flawless performance.

”I’m close, I’m so close!”

Harry was a man who knew how to use his hands. He knew the language of touch like the back of his hand, the map of a woman's skin. He traced every curve like he was fluent in desire, knew exactly where to dip and press, when to graze and when to grip. His fingers were long, and sure, curled in just the right places, showing the kind of precision he learned over the years. And his mouth? Absolutely filthy. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to say it so it hit the soul and the clit in equal measure. The dirty sweet nothings that made legs buckle and throats dry. He didn’t just make his lovers moan, he made them cry out, scream until it echoed into the early morning. Girls loved him. Craved him. Needed him.

It wasn’t just the way he looked. His golden skin covered in tattoos like a piece of forgotten art, sleepy green eyes that saw everything yet gave away nothing, the lazy, deliberate way he moved like he had all the time in the world. It was much more than that. He was effortless chaos wrapped in wild charm and just enough danger to make him irresistible.

“Harry!”

There wasn’t a week that passed without at least one night like this with Harry’s latest pretty things over until the sun came up. And oh boy, they were completely wrecked. Moving on shaky legs with tousled hair and smudged mascara, with clothes crumpled from their quick ministrations the night before and now clinging on their frames in all the wrong ways. Some tried to linger, trying to catch Harry like a fish on the idea of breakfast and potentially something more. But most barely managed to whisper a shaky goodbye and slip out of the door, especially after you stepped into the kitchen in your mismatched pyjamas and with sleepy eyes, immediately enveloped by Harry's strong frame from behind and his usual ‘How did y’sleep, sweetheart?’ in a British accent mumbled in your ear.

That was the moment every girl lost it. Every. Single. Time.

“Fuck, that was- ugh amazing, fuck! The best I ever had!”

Harry was a walking sex. A living, breathing wet dream that the entire campus, hell the entire university, dreamed about. Whenever he strolled through the crowded hallways with his arm draped casually around your shoulders, heads turned. Girls, younger or older, even some professors, cast looks your way, their jealousy written across their faces.

Because no matter how many girls he made scream and come undone not only on his fingers, at the end of the day, it was you he came home to. You, he wrapped those strong arms around in the quiet moments. You, he crashed next to at 2AM, slipping into your bed like it was his own after whatever girl had left or passed out in his. He’d curl into your warmth, still all sweaty from his night ‘workout’. It felt like the only place he truly belonged to, knowing you’d always let him and pull him close. His sweet best friend, the one he let himself be soft for, let himself be seen. Though he’d never admit that to anyone.

“You’re so good Harry…”

Harry stirred something primal in people - respect, arousal, intrigue, the kind of attention that clung to him without effort. He wasn’t the bad guy stereotype, quite far from it. He didn’t break hearts just to watch them shatter into little pieces. But he wasn’t boyfriend material, nor the guy you proudly brought home to meet your parents either. He was sharp-edged and wild-hearted. Unruly in a way that made you want to unravel beside him.

And even while he might have had a reputation for ruining girls in his bed, he was a gentleman. Never treated women like they were a doormat, never made them feel small unless they begged for it. The degradation he gave was wrapped in silk and whispered with affection and real care deep down. In everyday life, Harry was the opposite of cruel. In fact, he loved women. Admired them, respected their power and softness.

For him, there was simply something about wild and untethered nights without any promises, words of love and feelings involved. Just skin against skin, girl’s moanings and pleasure for pleasure’s sake. Harry easily slipped into this lifestyle, feeding on physical hunger without the need to understand the heart behind it all. Intense but shallow, passionate but uncommitted.

He was simple in the most complex of ways. A man of appetite and need. If something was freely offered, he never turned it down. Especially, when it meant getting his mouth on a pretty girl, drowning in her scent and juices and losing himself in the softness of her thighs. He loved it. The way they moaned his name, the whimpers, the gasping cries. Every sound they made was breathy and pure ecstasy, and it stroked his ego just right.

“Mhm, see you around then?”

But those nights were only momentary. A flash of heat, pure bliss and marks on the skin that in no time turned into a dusty memory. For others, a brief stint in his orbit. But none of them lasted. None of them mattered.It was always you. You, who he trusted with his whole life. You, who came back to, again and again, no matter who had warmed his bed before. It was always you.

You’d known Harry long before he became the person he is now. That lanky boy with big dimples, ruffled hair and a habit of chewing the pencil he’d stolen from you during lectures. Back then, he wasn’t the guy who made girls lose their minds. He was sweet and funny, awkward too, until he found cocky confidence over the years. And the rest? Mostly stayed the same.

His skin gradually adored more tattoos, more poems written in ink. His wardrobe shifted into something bolder, more distinctive, more him. He started putting more effort into his appearance - his hair, shaving, whatever it is boys do, and began carrying himself like he knew exactly how magnetic he’d become. You watched him change like a flower in bloom, mesmerized by nature’s own art.

The first time you met was in high school. He’d been running late, and the only empty seat left was next to you. And somewhere between stolen pencils and library study sessions that turned into other kinds of conversations, the two of you, in some strange way, became best friends. The kind of best friends who know each other’s coffee orders, wear each other’s sweaters (especially Harry, your big pink one), who fall asleep on the couch with tangled limbs like it’s the most normal thing in the world. One would think it’s quite a simple recipe for such a strong friendship.

Yet through all the years, you haven’t even once let in your mind the thought of you and your best friend crossing the line into something romantic. Not seriously, anyway. Not in a way you let yourself feel. Not even when his voice drifted through the paper walls in your ear every other night like a lullaby, moaning low and deep, mixed with someone else’s breathless gasps.

You never found your place in his bedsheets like the other girls did. You’ve never been a part of that rollercoaster of flings and one-night stands. He never really said it out loud, but you were such a precious creature to him.

Because out of all the girls on campus, why would Harry choose you?

You only knew the basics of sex from high school biology lessons, where Harry spent more time teasing and flustering you than anything else, and the blurry pictures on textbook pages told you nothing. You giggled through poorly shot porn at sleepovers with your friends, watching out of curiosity more than desire. You didn’t know much. How to touch, or move, or arch your back like the girls in those videos. You weren’t like the kind of girls Harry usually found for his (un)usual company.You were just and only his best friend! His safe space. The one he came home to, unafraid to spill his insecurities. The one he rambled to about professors and whined at when you tried to make him study. The one he let see his worst moods and softest moments. That’s who you were to him. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was another Friday. Lectures were done for the day, schoolwork pushed out of the sight, and casual clothes were swapped for pyjamas and worn-in sweatpants, which could only mean one thing. A movie night.

It has become an unspoken tradition over the years. Every Friday night, without fail, the two of you fell into the same rhythm. You ordered pizza or takeout, argued for a good fifteen minutes over which cheesy movie to put on, only to settle for an old classic or something completely ridiculous, and curled up together on the couch. Limbs tangled beneath a shared blanket, your head resting somewhere on Harry’s chest or shoulder meanwhile his fingers lazily traced patterns on your arm as you talked about everything and nothing. Sometimes, you get deep in the hole of philosophical questions. Other nights, you let yourselves get lost in the memories.

It was sacred. Something that was only yours and his. The only night where time slowed down and the weight of reality was lighter than a feather. Just you and Harry, a movie, and your shared apartment. Whenever things got hard, exams and pointless arguments, this night steadied you. It let you find the ground again or reach the clouds. It soothed you, melting all the tension from your shoulder until it all turned into oxygen you craved. It was the calm between chaos of your ordinary lives, where you let yourselves simply be.

“Where’s the pizza? I think I’m gonna die from hunger!” You groaned, throwing yourself dramatically onto the couch, sinking into the pile of pillows and blankets you’d prepared for the night. Everything was ready for your cuddles and chats, except for the food. Harry was on food duty tonight, and it felt like an eternity since he’d called in your usual orders from your favorite pizzeria.

“Oh no! We can’t have that, can we?” Harry’s laugh echoed from his bedroom. And a second later, he appeared in the doorway, already changed into grey sweatpants that hung too dangerously low on his hips and an old, worn band shirt he bought on the first concert you two went to together. Every time you’ve seen him in it, pleasant memories flew through your mind.

“Soon, sweetheart” He promised with his typical boyish grin, ruffling your already messy hair in passing. You whined in reaction and (unsuccessfully) tried to swat his hand away, only making him chuckle as he wandered into the kitchen to grab something cold to drink from the fridge.

Your gaze lingered on him a second longer than you intended, than you realized. You watched his muscles flex beneath the soft fabric of his shirt as he stretched up to grab two glasses from the cabinet. It was almost ridiculous how effortlessly attractive he was and how oblivious he seemed to it sometimes. Or maybe he just liked pretending he didn’t notice the way your eyes followed him whenever you thought he wasn’t looking.

“You’re staring again, baby” Harry mused, the teasing tone in his voice obvious even without him turning around to look at you. He poured himself a drink, and even though you couldn't see his face, you knew he had that cocky little smirk plastered on his lips.

“Am not!” Your cheeks flushed instantly, betraying your lie before you even realised it, and you pulled the blanket up to your chin as if it could somehow shield you from reality.

“Whatever you say” There was the typical flirtatious glint in the wink he sent your way before he plopped down on the couch beside you, handing you one of the full glasses of soda with a cheeky grin. Harry sprawled across the couch like the whole world belonged to him, his feet propped on the edge of the coffee table and his arm immediately found its way around you in a casual side hug. He loved having you close.

A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the occasional buzz of your phones and the faint hum of the city outside the open windows. It was moments like this that made you forget about everything else and left only the two of you in your own little bubble.

“You know,…” Harry began after a long stretch of quiet, his voice lower, more serious, “these nights, they are actually the best part of my week.”

You blinked a few times, trying to process his words, caught off guard by the rare burst of raw honesty.

“You tried smoking weed again or something?” You teased him with a sarcastic chuckle, trying to mask how much his confession was actually making your heart race.

Harry laughed, the sound warm and familiar, and shook his head. “No, no, sweetheart, I’m staying loyal to cigarettes,” He swore, grinning at the memory of his disastrous first and only attempt at getting high. “I’m serious. It’s just…easy with you. Don’t have to think too much. Don’t have to pretend. Don’t have to try so hard for you…”

Your chest tightened with every word, your heart thudding against your ribs. You didn’t know where this was coming from, but you were so grateful for hearing it. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in your throat. And then, like if everything was against you or wanted to actually save you, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it! You start looking for the movie, okay?” Harry said, pointing at you with a playful wag of his finger before peeling his arm away from around your shoulders. The sudden loss of his warmth made you shiver, and you instinctively curled tighter into the blanket as he pushed himself off the couch.

You watched him disappear in the hallway, listening to the low murmur of his voice at the door a moment later. Laughter, easy small talk, a generous tip handed over without a second thought, and then the soft thud of the door closing and locking again, sealing your little bubble safely back up.

“My savior!” You sang loudly, throwing your arms wide open as Harry walked back, the unmistakable scent of cheese and Italian seasoning trailing behind him. Your stomach growled on cue, the smell making you realize just how hungry you really were.

Harry chuckled at your reaction, holding the pizza box just out of your reach in an attempt to tease (and frustrate you) a little more. “Patience, sweets”

You grabbed the box greedily when he finally gave in, your fingers brushing against his briefly, but neither of you seemed to notice, or just didn’t think of mentioning it. You were too busy setting your boxes down on the coffee table, flipping them open to reveal the glorious sight of melted cheese, golden crust and your favorite topping scattered across.

“What’s that?” Harry mumbled with a mouth full of pizza, nodding towards the TV where you’d already picked the movie for the night. You’d seen most of what Netflix had to offer by now, but this particular one caught your attention. It was a movie from last year, still relatively fresh and new, tagged under romantic comedies. Harry loved to protest whenever you picked a romcom, but secretly? He was way too into it.

“Some new romcom. The description sounded fun. C’mon!” A small pout from you was all it took for him to be fully convinced, and with a dramatic sigh and mumbled ‘fine’, he pressed play on the remote.

You were about halfway through the movie when things started to shift. Your pizzas were almost gone, drinks were finished, and you were snuggled beneath Harry’s arm, his fingers occasionally toying with the strap of your tank top or tracing idle patterns on your skin.

You’d been surprisingly quiet, fully absorbed in the storyline. Now and then, one of you would make a comment that would send the other into a fit of laughter, but otherwise, you were both content and cozy.

Until a particular steamy scene started.

Harry’s attention drifted from the screen solely on you. He noticed the way you whimpered softly under your breath, the way your thighs pressed together just slightly, searching for some sort of friction. That your fingers grew restless and your body curled a little closer into his.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Harry murmured into your hair, his hand giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, coaxing a response.

A man was kissing his lover. His fingers traced her curves with precise touch, mouth claiming hers in a kiss that made her moan quietly. After months of pinning, he was finally getting a taste of her lips.

“Nothing,” You said quickly, shaking your head and sitting up straighter, trying to get your body back under control.

You were hoping he’d let it go. But he never did. His eyes stayed on you, quietly observing the way you stared a little too intently at the screen, pretending like none of this was affecting you.

“It’s clearly something” He murmured near your ear, his voice soft, warm, but with the edge that made your stomach twist. He wasn’t teasing, like you would’ve expected. There was no mockery in his tone, just quiet curiosity. “C’mon.”

“Just uh… It’s just the movie” You said, too fast, too light. There was a beat of silence. Then another. You cleared your throat, trying again, this time slower, with a more steady voice. “It’s nothing.”

Harry didn’t respond right away. He didn’t challenge you or call you out. Instead, his fingers resumed their soft tracing along your skin, gentle and grounding. It was patient, soothing, like an offer to breathe, to take your time.

He was quiet about it. Like he was registering every small reaction - every shift, every unsteady breath, every way your body leaned just a little closer without even realizing it.

Not to push. Not to rush. But to understand. Like he already knew what was going on, and he was just waiting for you to catch up. Open up.

“Why can’t I have this too?” You whispered, the ache in your voice unmistakable. You longed for that kind of connection. The late-night kisses that would leave you breathless, the hickeys you’d struggle to hide, the kind of touch that turned your stomach inside out. The intimacy. The sex.

Harry shifted beside you, his hand gliding up into your hair. He began twirling a strand gently between his fingers, his nails lightly scratching your scalp in that way he knew calms you down. He hated when you started spiraling like this and got too deep in your own head.

“What do you mean?”

“I just… I want someone to kiss me like this too. To touch me. To love me.” A long sigh escaped you, as if the admission had been sitting on your chest for too long.

“You should have that all. You deserve it, baby. Every. Single. Bit.” He said finally, his voice steady and sure. There was no trace of pity or sugarcoated empty words meant to soothe. Just the truth. Simple, quiet, firm. Said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry never understood how no one had seen you for what you truly were. How they could pass you by without even stopping, like if you weren’t something extraordinary.

You were sweet in the most effortless way, stunning even when your hair was a mess and your face was clean of makeup. You didn’t need to be polished or perfect, there was something real and raw that made you simply glow. You were like a walking angel. So pure and innocent.

Your kindness was performative. It was stitched deep in your bones. You’d drop everything if it meant helping someone else stand a little taller. And you were absolutely brilliant. So incredibly smart it sometimes left him speechless. Honestly, he didn’t know where he’d be without you. Lost, probably.

“I just want to finally have my first kiss…” You murmured, the words slipping out in a soft, wistful whine, like a little girl dreaming of her Barbie dream house.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, only thick with thought, stretched between you softly. Your attention drifted back to the movie playing on the screen, though the images blurred in your mind, your mind occupied the you'd just let slip.

“Would it be that bad of an idea?” You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You tilted your head, resting your chin on his broad shoulder, eyes flicking up to catch his reaction.

The steamy scene continued, oblivious to the shift in atmosphere. On-screen, the woman gasped each time her lover’s lips pressed against her skin with devotion, marking her as his own. The soft moans and rustle of sheets played like a soundtrack to your heartbeat.

Harry turned his head toward you slowly, his face lacking in emotion. Blank like a love letter that awaited to be written. Not cold, but impossible to make out either. He reached up and gently tucked a stray of your hair behind your ear with so much care, it made your chest tighten.

“You know I would do anything for you”

The words left his mouth without hesitation, steady and sincere, like he’d known the answer before you’d even asked.

“Yeah?” You breathed out, almost afraid to believe it.

“Of course. But uh…” He stuttered, his thumb tracing soft, slow strokes across your cheek. The motion made your eyes flutter, your body leaning instinctively in his touch like a kitten starved for affection. If you could purr, you would start immediately within a second right in his hands. “Do you want it to be me, baby?”

Your throat tightened, but your words came out anyway, trembling yet honest. “You’re better than anyone else.”

It scared you how true it was. How badly you meant it. Because the only thing worse than wanting him to kiss you was the thought of losing him.

“Okay, okay. We can try then… C’mere.”

Harry’s British accent broke the heavy hush in the room, grounding you, welcoming you, telling you that you’re safe with him.

“Um… like- like on your lap?” You asked in a whisper, the words catching awkwardly on your tongue. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, a little too hard, almost enough to draw blood, as you straightened up in his arms again. Everything inside you buzzed with nerves and anticipation. Your limbs felt foreign, like they weren’t entirely yours anymore, like they hadn’t adapted yet.

Harry let out a soft puff of laughter through his nose, not in a mocking way, just warm and genuinely amused. “Yeah, silly girl.” he murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’ve sat in my lap before. C’mon, it’s okay.”

You hesitated for a moment, just long enough to let your nerves crawl under your skin like a static, but Harry’s touch on you was steadying, grounding you. He slid his free around your waist, giving it the softest squeeze. A quiet, wordless promise.

You shifted slowly from your place, climbing into his lap like a muscle memory. Like all these years before in drunk slumbers and laughter, only this time there was humming something else beneath your skin than alcohol.

It felt almost clumsy at first, awkward in the most achingly human way. Your knees bracketed either side of his hips, and your hands instinctively found his chest, steadying yourself as your palms met the heat of his skin through the thin cotton of his shirt, his heartbeat strong beneath your touch, rhythmic and calm. And Harry didn’t rush you. He didn’t tease. He just held you patiently and tightly, like if you weren’t toeing the edge of something so fragile.

“See? Nothing to be scared of with me.” he whispered, voice barely above the rustle of the blanket beneath you. “You can change your mind, you know. I won’t be mad. You set the rules here.”

“No, I’m fine. I just don’t know what uh, how-” You stumbled over your words, the weight of his gaze made you feel like a small, clueless girl who didn’t belong in this moment. Not when it came with your inexperience in something as simple yet monumental as kissing.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Harry murmured softly and began rubbing slow, soothing circles into your arms, trying to coax the tension out of your body. “You’re so tensed, baby.”

A quiet huff of frustration escaped your lips as you tried to shake out your limbs to force the anxiety out. You hated that your nerves were betraying you like this.

Once your breathing evened out a little, he reached up, his left hand gliding up to the side of your neck with practiced ease. His fingers were gentle but sure, angling your head just slightly to his wanting, thumb grazing the flutter of your pulse point from time to time.

Your breath hitched when he leaned in. His nose brushed softly against your cheek, dragging a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Then his lips joined the same path, pressing featherlight kisses to your skin, slow and deliberate, a wordless message of reassurance in each.

“Lemme kiss on you for a bit.” he whispered against your jaw, his breath hot. “We’ll get you calm. It'll feel so much nicer then, I promise.” Another kiss, this one closer to his final destination. “Don’t think too hard, sweetheart. Just… feel.”

As Harry pressed gentle kisses along your cheeks and jaw, your hands became restless. You didn’t know where to place them, what to hold onto, how to touch him in a way that felt natural. The slight tremor in your fingers didn’t help either. Eventually, you reached for his free hand that was resting loosely on your side, holding you in place, and laced your fingers through his, guiding your intertwined hands in your lap.

“You’re still doing okay?” he asked gently, pulling back just enough for your breaths to mix. His voice low and tender. “We can stop if you want.”

“Mhm… don’t- don’t stop.” It came out more shaky than you wanted, but still sure. You squeezed his hand in what was supposed to be (your) reassurance. He responded instantly, giving your fingers a firm but gentle squeeze in return.“Take a deep breath for me, yeah? In and out… That’s it. Good girl.” The words wrapped around you like a soft blanket. Harry tried everything to soothe you as much as it was possible. Yet your nervousness was adorable to him. how stressed out you were over something as kissing, something he did almost every night without thinking.

And a few moments later, his lips found yours.

They were warm and impossibly soft, like cushions brushed in the slightest trace of smoke he must’ve had earlier. It wasn’t quite a kiss, not yet. More of a hesitant touch. Lips brushing, delicate and unsure. A question, not a statement. You tilted your head slightly, testing the angle, testing the feeling. Trying to learn him.

The next kiss was fuller, a proper press of lips on lips. No longer just testing the waters, but committing to it deeply. You could feel the corners of Harry’s mouth curve upward into a subtle smile the moment you mirrored the motion of his lips with newfound confidence. His hand slid from your jaw to cradle your cheek, fingers spreading gently, thumb brushing over the reddening skin in soft motions. The softness of his touch grounded you, even when your heart felt like it could burst out of your chest at any given moment. He held you close like the most precious thing in the world, and you couldn’t help but wonder, if he touched the girls he had overnight the same way or if you were special.

You exchanged soft pecks and gentle kisses for what felt like minutes, maybe more, you lost track of time right after his lips were on yours. Each kiss grew a little bolder and deeper. Every so often, one of you sighed into the other’s lips, or tentatively brushed in a curious lick. “You’re doing so good, sweets. Open up your mouth a little, yeah?” Harry murmured between kisses and with a small peck to the corner of your mouth dived back in. This time, his tongue flicked gently against your lower lip, tasting you, asking without force.

The room had fallen into a hush of quiet noises - occasional whimpers and wet sounds of your lips. The movie still played in the background, long forgotten, only the light coming from the TV reminded you of it with colorful shadows across the walls.

You parted your lips just slightly as he asked, enough for him to deepen the kiss, enveloping you like a warm cocoon in the moment. His tongue stroked gently past yours in a motion that made your stomach twist and your fingers clutch his tighter in surprise. Harry immediately sensed the shift in your body, the new tension clutching at your limbs, and pulled back just a little, replacing the intensity with a series of softer pecks, grounding you again with the calm rhythm of his thumb on your cheek. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, maybe a little too quickly, breathless and wide-eyed. “I didn’t know it would feel this… this intense,” You finally breathed out, barely finding your voice and opened your eyes to look up at him. And with the one single look full of something unspoken he gave you, you were completely gone.

Harry was quiet for a while, watching you, how your chest rose and fell too quickly and your shoulders still held the tension of uncertainty. But nothing about it felt wrong. Not even your lingering nervousness. Everything felt exactly as it should be. In this moment, with you two finally together.

“Intense?” His voice was quiet, like if he didn't want to startle you even more, not that he could. His touch grew even more gentle as he reached up, brushing a strand of our hair behind your ear. “Bad intense or good intense?”

“Good intense. It feels like… a lot. Right here.” You brought your intertwined hands up between you and guided his palm to your chest, right where your heart thudded wildly beneath your ribs. He felt the subtle moving of your muscles and you could see his smile softening, one corner of his mouth tugged up again. “But it feels so good.”

“That’s normal. Means it’s real. We are.” The words felt like the most precious thing you wanted to treasure forever. Lock it in the coffer and swallow the key. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, gentle and light, and it made you giggle, loud enough to ease the tense atmosphere.

“You’re my favorite person ever, you know that?” Harry murmured, his lips brushing barely against yours in a whisper of a kiss. His fingers were buried in your hair, mindlessly wrapping strands around them the way he always had. A habit he never seemed to outgrow.

“Do you tell that to every girl you kiss?” You couldn't stop yourself from asking. The question was laced with a vulnerability you didn’t want him to see. But it would burn your tongue if you kept it in a second longer. This situation was getting more dangerous with each touch and word, pulling you into depth you couldn’t crawl away from.

“Just you.” He finally leaned in and stole the breath right from your lungs with the touch of sincerity. There was no rush, no pressure. It was the kind of kiss that told you more than words could. It was everything.

Your lips moved with his, slow at first, but growing more confident as the time passed. The rhythm between you got bigger meaning than the word ‘natural’ had. Your free hand slid up at the side of his neck, fingertips massaging muscles on his neck with pressure and softness at once. Harry hummed quietly in response, a sound that vibrated more through your chest and down to your core than ringed in your ears. A wordless answer, a praise at how good you were doing. He kissed you again, and again, until your mind went quiet. Until you became the definition of being kissed senseless by the boy who knew your heart better than anyone else ever would.

Minutes slipped by unnoticed when you pulled back, just enough to let your forehead rest against his. Your breaths mingled in the small space between you, hot and uneven, slowly syncing as your lips tingled, still swollen from his kisses. Your brain felt mushy, your thoughts scattered somewhere between the couch cushions and the soft curve of his mouth. There was the kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled. Held, tender and safe.

Your chest heaved in a shaky rhythm as you tried to find your voice again, managing only a breathless whimper that instantly caught his attention. “I- uh I think we have a problem.”

Harry blinked at you sleepily, still caught in the dazed haze of making out. “Huh?” His brows furrowed as he squinted at you, clearly confused, like his brain hadn’t fully caught up with the words that left your lips. His grip on you subtly tightened, grounding you both in case whatever was going through your mind might shatter something between you.

You glanced away for a split second, cheeks heating as you tried to gather your courage again. “I’m gonna need your kisses every day after that…” Your voice was light and honest, but laced with something deeper. It was more than just admitting a passing joke. It was real. And it felt too right to regret.

You saw emotions swirl and shift across Harry’s face. He was stunned, caught completely off guard by your words, frozen for a beat before a loud, genuine laugh burst from his chest, vibrating through yours. “Baby!” He groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you close like he couldn’t physically contain the joy bubbling inside him.

He peppered your skin there with chaste kisses and loud smooches that left big ‘mwah’ sounds behind, before pulling back just far enough to meet your eyes again, grinning like a fool.

“We can arrange that. Don’t worry.”

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James Stewart propaganda:

"Ough I saw him first in It's A Wonderful Life, where he is very charming as a suicidal family man being absolutely crushed by capitalism. But then. The Philadelphia Story, in my opinion, should get the same kind of press The Mummy does for being a bisexual dream. Now I'm not really bi (not into women) and it's honestly up for debate whether i'm attracted to men or not, but COME ON!! The movie stars James Stewart as well as Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn (and Ruth Hussey). Stewart plays a common working man, a journalist, to contrast with Grant's character, who is mega-rich. He is scrappy and hates rich people. Hot! They have a whole scene together where he's super drunk and being really physical with his acting, which I love because he is kinda wet noodle shaped. Hot! He carries Hepburn in his arms while singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Hot! He gets punched in the face by Cary Grant. Hot!!! In The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence, we get to see him portray an alternative type of masculinity, opposite John Wayne doing John Wayne. He is even more wet noodle-y, to put emphasis on his incompatibility with the rugged masculinity of the cow-boy, he wears an apron for a lot of the film, again, to blur his masculinity, and he gets shot. Hot! Also he's older here, if that's your thing. Long story short: He's giving librarian chic and The Philadelphia Story made me want to be poly."

youtube

“Here he is next to Grant, in what I believe to be a promotional shot for The Philadelphia Story. Please don’t get distracted by Grant (or do, i’m submitting him next).”

“He’s a nice guy and a good guy and deserves all the happiness and joy ever! Classic boy next door/class president kid that everyone loves for real. Stand-up for the Little Guy vibes. With a charming fun side!!”

Toshiro Mifune propaganda:

"In addition, he spoke fluent mandarin and every time he was casted in foreign films, he said his lines in the language of the movie (although they ended up dubbing him. He wasn’t happy about it though).”

Submitted: this gifset

Also submitted: this video (yes, that one)

"Crucial Toshiro Mifune propaganda: THOSE LEGS."

"That is hella muscle. Go watch The Hidden Fortress, aka Star Wars A New Hope. His thighs deserve an award."

#toshiro mifune #james stewart #jimmy stewart #hotvintagepoll #round 4 #fuck ! that ! old ! man ! ! !#Youtube

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rehab. 46.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

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

A/n: i got a new job :3 it's remote work, which means I don't have to sacrifice much writing time, but !!! I'm making some pretty big moves and I'm honestly proud of myself for manifesting the life I dreamed of having for so long <3 I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by it, ngl, but big shoutout to my ancestors, spirit guides, and the universe for being kind to me after teaching me so many lessons I needed to learn <3 Also, I had a hilarious thought of 'what if sebastian stan found my fanfiction' and the very next thought was 'block him' L;KSDJ;FLAJSF

Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

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

NOTE: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANY OF MY WORKS TO BE FED INTO AI FOR BOTS, I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORKS TO BE TRANSLATED, REPOSTED, REWORKED, ETC, IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM!!!

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

Author: ScariusAquarius

rehab masterlist. / rehab masterlist 2. chapter 42 / chapter 43 / chapter 44 / chapter 45

The night was dragging on, tensions rising as everyone was beginning to prepare for the mission. Kurt's uniform had many little gadgets strapped to his belt, Tony continuing to fine-tune the tech as Kurt asked him questions about everything.

Peter was currently showing Hank his web shooters, the older biologist looking fascinated as Peter went into an in-depth explanation about the web fluid itself. Strange was currently in a conversation with Charles, and Bucky was standing against the wall by himself.

His uniform felt strangely claustrophobic, too tight and constricting, and his nerves were beginning to become shot. Everything was too loud, everything smelled so intense, and Bucky swore that everything was too in-focus; his blue eyes beginning to hurt. His muscles were phantom-spasming; feeling as though they were tensing and tightening despite him not moving a single inch.

Logan was on his own wall, simply smoking his cigar while shoving his Zippo into the pocket of his leather jacket. He was observing the room, keeping a keen eye on everyone, but particularly, Logan was watching Bucky.

The mutant knew exactly what Bucky was going through. The memories of his own trauma still haunted his dreams to this day; the feeling of the adamantium being forcefully implanted onto his skeleton and the feeling of his claws becoming heavy and too sharp still making appearances every now and then.

Logan could remember the fear and confusion that came over him when he became aware of what Stryker had been doing to him, and though Logan hadn't remembered who he was or who Stryker was or where he was and why, Logan had remembered how much he just wanted to run.

Just as Logan exhaled a slow stream of smoke, Charles paused in his conversation with Strange; a faraway look in his eyes. When Strange questioned him, Charles just smiled comfortingly before he sat up a bit more in his seat.

The doors to the armory slid open, and in walked Sam Wilson in just a hoodie and jeans, like he’d just sprinted in off the street. His eyes were looking perturbed, and Logan immediately kicked himself off of the wall with a growl.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Peter exclaimed in surprise as Tony and Strange looked confused by his arrival, and Bucky was taken back by his appearance.

"Sam! What are you doing here?"

Charles glanced at Logan as the man began a very intense stare-down with Sam, stating.

"It's alright, Logan. He's here to bring us news."

Sam tilted his head a bit, pointing at Charles with a raised brow.

"You were the dude in my head? Quick heads-up, but a lot of people don't like it when you just rummage through like that. Shit feels weird."

Charles chuckled, shaking his head as he comforted.

"Do not worry, Mr. Wilson, I assure you that no rummaging was done. Only a glimpse to make sure you are not a threat to the youth here at the Institute. You can never be too sure."

Sam looked perturbed before he glanced around the room before finding Bucky's eyes. Bucky and Sam stared at each other before Sam announced to everyone in the room.

"Listen, I know you guys are going Ghost, and I want to help. I got contacted by the FIS of Switzerland, which is why I came here. You're going to want to hear this."

Everyone immediately gave Sam their undivided attention, and Sam instantly went into work mode, glancing around the room as if he was giving a debriefing.

"Director Natalia Schwarz of Swiss Intelligence believes that Lukas Meier is behind everything and is using (Y/n) as a way to ascend the political ladder." Sam slipped out his tablet and tossed it to Tony, who caught the tablet in mid-air. The image on the screen was bright, and on the screen was the still frame of (Y/n). Tony's expression shifted instantly, his jaw clenching as he stared at (Y/n) standing ominously in the corner behind a man that he didn't recognize. Sam pursed his lips.

"There's more information I need to share. Three heads of state are dead, and Director Schwarz has discovered that Lukas has been in close proximity to every assassination except for the French Prime Minister. Lukas' career is too fast-tracked, too clean, and she thinks that he's part of HYDRA."

Strange scoffed, shaking his head.

"I could have easily told you that."

Sam gave Strange an annoyed glance, and Charles asked with a questionable expression.

"And this woman, Natalia...she trusts you?"

Sam nodded, stating to Charles.

"Natalia stated that she's certain everything has been compromised somehow, and she won't trust Fury. She isn't sure how deep the infiltration goes. She confirmed something else: Baumann's death was staged. At first, the government wasn't going to release security footage of Baumann visiting Meier's residence, but then doctored footage came out, and Natalia recovered that frame of raw footage."

Tony suddenly frowned, glancing down at the tablet.

"For an organization that glorifies working in secret, they sure as hell were sloppy with this footage."

Hank pointed out, looking over Tony's shoulder at the tablet.

"It's...it's almost as if they knew we were going to find this footage. They want us to know what they're doing because HYDRA knows the Avengers can't touch them."

Sam interjected, his expression grave.

"Natalia knows this too, and she's not going to wait on us. She's already starting to move, and if we don't act now, (Y/n) either kills again or gets taken out before we even get a chance to try."

There was a long silence. Then, Charles looked up, his gaze steady as he looked at Sam.

"Then, it is about time that we begin. We have about four hours before the President-Elect is sworn into office, and we are not certain if he will bring (Y/n) along. Kurt, Strange, are you ready to begin?"

Kurt looked conflicted for a moment before he nodded, and he stated softly.

"She is in great pain...this little Sonnenschein. I can feel it deep within my gut...like a heaviness that not even my faith can chase away. We must retrieve her, and therefore, I am ready."

Charles nodded, and Strange stepped forward, rubbing his hands together as he informed Kurt.

"I will create a portal approximately half a mile from the estate's rear security fence. After that, it will be up to you."

Kurt nodded, and Sam asked, raising a hand.

"Wait, wait, give me the rundown here so I can make sure Bicentennial Man here don't do nothing stupid."

Bucky gave Sam an offended look, gesturing slightly with his hands.

"Seriously? This is the first time you acknowledge me and that's what you say?"

Sam just deadpanned at Bucky, and Bucky turned away from him, muttering.

"Unbelievable."

Strange just groaned, letting his head fall back, and Peter glanced around before he began to explain in true Peter fashion.

"So, the bad guys have, like, these security measures in place that make it hard for Strange to get through, and if we try to go through the front door, they're gonna know. So, Kurt, whose Nightcrawler by the way, can teleport so fast that the security wouldn't even notice him. So, Mr. Stark gave him some tech to scramble the security long enough for F.R.I.D.A.Y to take a scan of the inside, find (Y/n), and Kurt can grab her and get out, and then we're gonna throw her into the Danger room so she doesn't try to kill all of us while we try to figure out how to deactivate the failsafe."

After a long pause, Sam just sighed and muttered.

"Right. Danger room, huh? That sounds really welcoming."

Tony then spoke up, pointing a finger in the air.

"Listen, it was either the Danger room or my panic room, and I trust the Professor's holograms more than my titanium steel doors. Especially with knowing that (Y/n) has become much more stronger and, therefore, more dangerous."

Bucky pursed his lips at Tony's wording, but he stayed quiet, and Sam crossed his arms.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I still got a bruise in the shape of her damn boot on my chest. It's a solid plan, but what about Director Schwarz? How do we handle her?"

Charles then hummed, turning to Hank as he asked him.

"I'd like to seek your opinion about this...but...perhaps, we could have Ororo speak to Director Schwarz?"

Hank blinked wildly before whispering to Charles despite everyone in the room being able to hear him.

"Are you sure about that? I mean, Ororo is a great negotiator...but do you think it would be wise?"

Charles nodded before he glanced at Hank with an even smile.

"I trust Ororo's judgement and her ability to see people past their titles. If there is anyone that I believe can get through to Director Schwarz, it is Ororo. And, from what I have already gathered, Natalia is much more complex than her dossier suggests she is."

Strange glanced at Charles, raising his brow skeptically.

"You're betting a lot on a single conversation, Professor."

Charles replied steadily, tilting his head slightly.

"I am betting on empathy. It does not always have to end in a fight."

Bucky muttered with a deep frown, Sam and Logan glancing at him.

"It always ends in a fight. You said it yourself to be prepared for the worst, and I know what the worst is. This is going to end in a fight...maybe not right now, but soon. HYDRA won't like their asset being taken from them again."

Sam raised his hands, gesturing for Bucky to pause as he spoke.

"Wait, man, because if we can get Director Schwarz on our side, she has enough evidence to take Lukas down. Once it's exposed that HYDRA has infiltrated the highest positions possible, it's going to start a political firestorm."

Tony shook his head, humming as he replied.

"Uh, that's not always a great idea. You do remember what happened with SHIELD, right?"

Bucky involuntarily flinched, and Sam turned to Tony with a deep frown.

"That was a good thing. It doesn't matter how much you disguise fear as freedom when it all turns out the same in the end."

Tony's mouth shut and Logan couldn't help but to nod his head.

"That's pretty good."

Suddenly, the room began to get cold, and Bucky immediately froze up. His eyes widened, breathing beginning to quicken, and the feeling of frost began to crawl over him. Tony and Strange looked all around the room as Peter's Spiderman suit instantly heated up, steam rising over his body, and Logan, Hank, Kurt, and Charles looked completely unbothered.

Floating down from an open skylight was Ororo Munroe, her eyes encased in white as she kept her power activated, and when she landed, her hands were on her hips; a subtle distant crackle of thunder sounding as she spoke.

"Do you guys have to argue right now?"

Tony blanked, muttering to himself.

"Thor would be shitting a brick right now if he was here."

Peter's eyes widened with surprise and awe, and Strange was looking at the woman with an interested look upon his face. Bucky, however, was struggling with the climbing panic.

Despite the cold within the room dissipating once Ororo landed, his fingers still felt as though there was frost on them, and Sam was watching as Bucky closed his eyes and began to breathe, holding onto his arms the same way that (Y/n) did when she was trying to come down from a panic attack.

Logan was watching as well, an empathetic frown crossing his face, and his attention was stolen by Ororo crossing her arms and speaking to Charles.

"I understand what you are asking of me, but playing diplomat to a woman on a warpath to kill or apprehend a gifted individual? Are we sure this woman would even listen to me?"

Charles hummed, coming closer to Ororo as he spoke to her softly.

"I know that you are the most capable of us gifted to reach to the hearts of those around you, Ororo, because you see people. You see past their fear, their titles, and the orders they've been given. And that — that is what might save this woman.”

Ororo pursed her lips and she placed her hands on her hips, stating.

"Professor, if I do this, it risks exposing the X-Men — all of us. The Institute. The kids. Mutants are already being shunned, and some are hunted in places. How much more of this are we expected to take?"

Kurt suddenly spoke up, making Ororo glance at him, her eyes softening just the slightest.

"I said this earlier...but I can feel that she is terrified...trapped within a body that is no longer hers. If we do not help...then I fear that the consequences....they will be most undesirable for all. We must at least try."

Ororo was quiet for a moment, and Sam spoke up, crossing his arms.

"I'm with the blue man here. If we don't do something to help (Y/n), we're never going to get her back. And if we don't do that, a lot more people are going to die or (Y/n) is going to over nothing. I don't know about you, but I don't think you want to see Bucky go nuclear. He's got a pretty mean left-hook."

Ororo tilted her head, asking with an incredulous look on her face.

"Wait a minute, are you threatening me?"

"Not entirely, just forewarning you that Bucky's kind of an asshole."

Bucky mumbled, glaring down at the ground as he continued to attempt to steady himself.

"Standing right here, Sam."

Sam said nothing, and Ororo glanced between Bucky, Kurt, and Charles before sighing and letting her hands fall to her sides.

"Alright, I'll talk to Director Natalia. But we better get a move on if we want to do this before the Inauguration. Who is going to be watching the extraction point?"

Tony, Logan, and Bucky all hummed in unison while Hank announced, Peter glancing back at him with surprise.

"Peter, Strange, and I will be hanging back to begin working on a deactivation for the failsafe once we retrieve (Y/n)."

Ororo then nodded, asking.

"And what are we going to do once we get this woman? You're not just gonna let her run loose, are you?"

Logan scoffed, shaking his head.

"That's a rookie mistake. We're putting her into the Danger Room so it can tire her out. Once that damn failsafe activates, she's gonna be all machine, and the Danger Room will be perfect to tire her out enough for us to knock her out and get her put under."

Sam then spoke up, making Ororo frown at him.

"Listen, I think I should come with you. Director Natalia reached out to me personally. She might not take too kindly to someone else showing up. But if I vouch for you, we might have a shot at keeping this peaceful."

Ororo nodded before she turned to Charles, quietly waiting for the go ahead. Charles finally nodded before he stated.

"You may all proceed. I will be watching...just in case."

Everyone nodded, and Strange sighed to himself.

"With how great of a distance this is, there might be some magical turbulence with the portal. Just keep your legs straight."

Ororo, Sam, Kurt, Bucky, Tony, and Logan all stood together in one spot as Strange began to summon the portal. Orange sparks lit up in front of the group, and Hank couldn't help but to exclaim as Kurt's lips curled into a wide and boyish smile.

"Oh, my word!"

Kurt muttered to himself, his voice excited as Strange completed the portal.

"Das wird lustig." (this will be fun)

The next thing the group knew, the portal had opened, and there was a sudden sensation of falling. Then, suddenly, there was a thud, a grunted curse, and the sound of someone rolling onto grass.

"Damn it, Barnes!"

Sam groaned, shoving at the weight pressing against him.

"He told you to keep your legs straight!"

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't take Portal Landing 101,"

Bucky snapped, untangling himself with a grimace before he added.

"Maybe next time we can hold hands and jump like it's gym class."

Ororo stepped gracefully through the portal behind them, her boots barely making a sound as she landed in a half-crouch. She gave both men a look — equal parts unimpressed and entertained.

"Are you two finished?"

Tony came through next, snorting behind his glasses as he informed Sam and Bucky.

"I want you both to know that I have that all on camera."

Sam and Bucky stood up, and the men glared at Tony as Logan walked through, his nose crinkling in disgust as he sniffed the air around him.

"Ugh, smells like shit."

Kurt arrived last, teleporting at the last second before doing a flip as he landed on his feet perfectly, a wide smile on his face as Bucky muttered beneath his breath and brushed more grass off of his uniform.

"Show-off."

"That was wunderbar! We must do that again sometime." (wonderful)

Tony became distracted as he pulled up a holographic map where a red dot was moving through the streets. He stated, turning to the group.

"Director Schwarz is already on her way here with an envoy. Bird-brain, Thor 2.0, you both go ahead and intercept her so we can get as much time here as possible."

Sam and Ororo nodded before they both flew away as fast as they could to get to Director Schwarz. Tony then turned to Kurt, stating as he gestured.

"Papa Smurf, you go on and get into the building. Like I told you before: the second you get inside, the equipment that I gave you is going to scramble the security system like egg-fried rice long enough for F.R.I.D.A.Y to get a thorough scan and identify (Y/n)'s specific signature so you know where to go. Manchurian Candidate, Mutton Chops, and I are gonna hang back here to keep an eye out for HYDRA or any other possible curveball."

Logan glared at Tony for a moment before snarling and lighting a cigar, and Bucky was glancing at Kurt as the mutant smiled.

"I will be back before you know it!"

Kurt suddenly disappeared into a puff of smoke, and the waiting game was on. Bucky, Tony, and Logan moved to a more inconspicuous spot behind a couple of trees as they gazed at the house.

The sun was just beginning to crest over the rooftops, casting long shadows across the quiet street. Geneva was waking up — birds chirping, lights flickering on in distant windows — and Bucky hated it. He wasn’t worried about the light. He was worried about the world opening its eyes before they were ready. If anyone inside that mansion stirred too early, this would all go sideways fast.

-WILSON-

The world was passing by fast, trees and buildings passing him by almost at NASCAR speed. Ororo was keeping up with him with almost no problem, and to Sam, it was quite impressive. He knew the woman was holding back to allow him to keep up, and he couldn't help but to yell over the wind.

"Man, I don't know whether to feel appreciative or offended that you're holding back on me like that!"

Ororo smirked mid-flight, the wind barely rustling her white hair as she called back effortlessly,

“I’m being considerate. You wouldn’t want me to embarrass you in front of Geneva’s airspace, now would you?”

Sam scoffed, flipping once mid-air just to show off.

“Please. I’d dust you if we weren’t on a clock.”

Ororo just rolled her eyes as she flew a tad faster.

“Uh-huh. Tell yourself that when you’re still catching your breath at the rendezvous. Look, that's Director Schwarz' convoy.”

A few yards away, Director Schwarz was sitting in the front seat of the vehicle, a deep frown on her face. When Ororo and Sam landed on the ground in front of the vehicle, Natalia's eyes widened, and she slammed on the brakes.

The vehicle skidded across the road, tires squealing loudly, and the three black SUV's that had been following behind her immediately gathered to her sides. Agents piled out, guns raised, and Ororo and Sam placed their hands up in surrender.

"We're not here to fight. We just want to talk."

Natalia snapped open the car door, raising her hand as she glanced around at the agents.

"Hold your fire and lower your weapons."

The agents hesitated, giving Natalia cautious looks before they finally lowered their weapons, and Natalia turned back to Sam before glancing at Ororo with a deep frown.

"You better have a damn good reason for dropping out of the sky like that. I'm on a very time-sensitive mission here, Wilson."

Sam raised his hands more as he stepped forward.

"I know. That's why we are here. Director Schwarz, whatever it is that you're about to do, I'm asking to you please leave (Y/n) to the Avengers and X-Men."

Ororo stepped forward then, cutting Sam off as she added.

"She isn't the true enemy, but she is being forced to work under Lukas Meier's control. The X-Men, and Charles Xavier, are asking for you to grant us jurisdiction over (Y/n) (L/n) as we have the means to deprogram her permanently."

Natalia's face became stone at the mention of Lukas, and she asked.

"You have solid evidence that Lukas Meier is with HYDRA?"

Ororo stated firmly, Natalia glancing into the woman's eyes as the mutant spoke.

"We have much more than that. Currently, a team from the Avengers and X-Men are attempting to retrieve (Y/n) at this moment of time. Not only that, but Doctor Stephen Strange has been watching through (Y/n)'s eyes up until the moment a neurobiological failsafe was activated; cutting off contact."

Sam nodded along, glancing at Ororo before looking back at Natalia.

"Director, we both want the same thing, and that's to stop HYDRA. However, we can't do that if we don't work together. Nobody that is innocent needs to die."

Natalia frowned heavily, pointing out.

"She assassinated our president. How exactly is (Y/n) (L/n) innocent in all of this?"

Ororo frowned, holding a hand out slightly as she spoke.

"(Y/n) (L/n) is by no means innocent. However, if you are familiar with James Barnes' case and were watching the United States vs Rollins & Holloway case, you know that (Y/n) (L/n) was, and is, a victim as well. She has no control over her body nor her actions. Do you truly want to punish a victim for something they couldn't control?"

Sam added, a desperation to his voice as Natalia's face softened slightly as she began to think.

"We wouldn't be trying to talk you down if we didn't think (Y/n) could be saved. Lukas Meier's is all yours, and on the behalf of the Avengers, we will help to take him down."

Sam then sighed before revealing, hoping that the information could finally convince the Director.

"Our mission was to get inside HYDRA and destroy them from within, but Lukas was anticipating on (Y/n)'s deprogramming in order for this failsafe to be activated. She is essentially trapped in her own mind, and if we let this go on any longer, there's gonna be nothing left of her but a killing machine."

Natalia was quiet for a moment before she asked with a raised brow.

"If the reports of (Y/n) being rehabilitated were true, then why was she sent to do this mission? You essentially hand-delivered HYDRA's weapon right back to them."

Sam became frustrated, shaking his head.

"Believe me, none of the Avengers wanted to do it. It was Fury's idea. He said that it'd be easier for her to slip in because HYDRA still trusted her and wouldn't have refused her. Bucky wouldn't have been able to because the whole world is aware that the programming is completely gone."

At the mention of Nick Fury, Natalia frowned deeply again, muttering to herself in disdain.

"This is why dead men should stay dead."

"Tell me about it."

Ororo glanced between the two of them before she pleaded softly.

"Please, allow us to take care of (Y/n). We're the only chance that she has. As Sam stated: if we allow this to go on or if (Y/n) is forced to kill anymore, there won't be a (Y/n) anymore...but a HYDRA killing machine."

Natalia frowned, her jaw tightening as she glanced down at the ground as she thought everything through. After a moment, Natalia looked at Ororo.

"Where will she be held once she is in custody? If I am not convinced it will be secure, then I am uncertain if it will be moral of me to allow her to leave."

Ororo explained, her arms crossing.

"She will be kept at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. The Institute is equipped with the means to house a dangerous gifted individual. Nevertheless, we have many people who are capable of handling her."

Natalia pursed her lips before she huffed.

"Fine, you have until 8am. After that, if (Y/n) isn’t in containment, or if even one civilian ends up dead, I’m pulling the plug and taking her out myself."

Natalia then turned, her eyes filtering over the agents as she ordered.

"Someone patch me through to the Swiss Council — I need to stall the Inauguration briefing."

Ororo and Sam both breathed sighs of relief before they turned to take off. Sam complimented Ororo with a smirk, Ororo rolling her eyes as they flew off.

"Way to go there, Sky High."

"Trust me, this isn't my first diplomatic rodeo."

Sam laughed before he took off a bit faster, calling out.

"How about a little friendly competition?"

Ororo raised her brow before she shook her head.

"If only to deflate that big ego of yours!"

-KURT-

The second that Kurt had teleported into the mansion lobby, he could feel the dark and weary atmosphere that was within. The decorations inside oozed an essence of wealthy cruelty, and when Kurt's eyes landed on a statue of the Archangel Michael, Kurt pursed his lips from the irony before glancing around for any potential threats.

In order to keep himself from being potentially seen as the mansion slowly began to come to life, Kurt quickly climbed up the walls and hung from the ceiling as the tech that Stark gave him began to work its magic.

One of the small devices on his belt flickered green as the signal completed syncing, and it immediately began to send invisible pulses through the mansion's security grid.

Beneath him, the hallway lights began to flicker, security cameras focusing and unfocusing before twitching, and the hum of hidden electronics grew silent for a brief moment. For a minute, Kurt waited with bated breath before Tony spoke into the earpiece that he had provided him.

"Got it. (Y/n)'s located about three sublevels down on the southern side, closest to you. You got about five minutes until backup protocols start and everyone gets angry. Sending you the map and coordinates to you now."

Kurt whispered his thanks just as the watch on his wrist lit up, and he was given a 3D model of the home; objects and people included. For a moment, Kurt was impressed before the red figure on the lower levels showed up.

(Y/n).

Frowning slightly, Kurt whispered to himself.

"Ah, there is our missing Sonnenschein." (sunshine)

The soft glow from the watch faded as he disabled the display, not wanting to risk giving away his position as Kurt began to move. Without another moment of hesitation, he teleported through the nearest wall, emerging into a dark corridor lined with old paintings and marble busts, each one watching with hollow, judgmental eyes.

Every corner he passed felt colder, as though the air itself recoiled from what was hidden below. At the sound of voices, Kurt teleported beneath the floor and into another open hallway, and he braced himself within a shadow on the wall as two agents passed him by.

"Security's got a sudden issue...everything's down."

"Shit, do you think someone might be trying to get in?"

The one agent scoffed, his voice slowly starting to fade the further the two agents walked.

"Are you serious? The Avengers, and anyone else for that matter, would be idiots to try to infiltrate a place like this. It's probably just some maintenance."

"Yeah, let's hope. It's too early in the morning for this shit...and I still haven't had any breakfast yet."

Their voices disappeared around the corner, and Kurt popped out, glancing up and down the hallway before he teleported one more level. When Kurt arrived to the room, Kurt froze as he looked down the hallway. On either side of him were cells, and as he slowly walked, Kurt peeked into the rooms with concerned curiosity.

Some of the rooms were empty, thankfully, but others...Kurt couldn't bear to look. Instead, Kurt raised each of his wrists to the cells, the watches taking photos of every person that was detected in the rooms for evidence. Then, Kurt made it to (Y/n)'s cell.

Despite knowing that he had no choice to hesitate, the man couldn't help but to do so as he took her appearance in.

(Y/n) was curled on the cot, limbs limp, her eyes unfocused and trained on something that wasn’t there. There were bruises that looked new all over her body, dried blood in others, and there was grease all in her hair from remaining unclean. Moreover, Kurt was shocked at the scars that littered her skin. Kurt pursed his lips, and Tony's voice came through the comm link.

"You've got about two minutes. Tag 'em and bag 'em."

Kurt shook his head before he teleported inside, and at the sound of him bamf'ing into the room, (Y/n)'s head perked up. Immediately, Kurt placed his hand on her arm, an apologetic smile on his face.

"My apologies."

Immediately, they teleported out of the mansion and in front of Tony, Bucky, and Logan, and an orange portal was already open and waiting. Before anybody could say anything, greet Kurt, or take a good look at (Y/n), Kurt teleported through the portal and to the Danger room, dropping her off before teleporting back besides Strange.

He placed his hands on his hips a bit, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple, and Kurt exclaimed.

"She has been reclaimed."

Ororo and Sam flew through the portal, and Bucky wasted no time in running in, passing everyone by as he made his way towards the Danger Room. Logan and Tony stepped through next, and Tony was tapping on a holographic screen before he announced.

"Alright, Operation: Catch That Homicidal Maniac is closed. Great job, everyone."

Charles, Hank, and Peter came into the lobby where everyone was at, and Charles asked Ororo as the woman gave him a nervous glance.

"I take it that it went well?"

"Yes, and it seems that Director Natalia was also already onto Lukas as well."

Charles nodded, and Logan glanced at Charles, stating.

"We should probably get to the Danger Room."

Charles nodded, and Kurt hung back a bit, looking upset. Strange was confused, glancing at him before he asked.

"I'm asking more out of courtesy, but are you alright?"

Kurt pursed his lips before he opened up, clasping his three-fingered hands together as he spoke sadly; Tony hanging back just slightly to listen.

"The second that I touched her, it was as if I was beneath a waterfall of pain and emptiness. It was...heavy. I feel that there is a large part of her that has lost her faith...like she was beginning to accept the erasure, even though she didn't know what was happening."

Strange narrowed his eyes a little, but not out of suspicion, but rather intrigue.

"You talk as if you are an empath, but I don't detect anything like that from you."

Kurt's eyes were sad as he replied quietly.

"You don't have to be an empath to know and share pain. Our scars are more alike than anyone may realize...just for different reasons."

Kurt's words were cryptic, but Strange understood him instantly. Turning away, he began to walk with Kurt to the Danger Room. When the two men arrived, they were surprised to see Bucky gripping the railing just behind the glass, his metal arm bending the metal to the shape of his grip.

His eyes were trained onto (Y/n), his expression dark and jaw clenched, and Tony and Peter was standing close by, both wearing equal expressions of concern. Charles was watching silently with Strange, and Hank, Sam, and Ororo were wearing varying expressions of surprise and awe.

Logan was nonchalant, not allowing his wariness to be noticed, and Kurt looked upset as he wrung his hands together again, his tail twitching anxiously.

The soldier was going insane.

The Danger Room had conjured up a hologram, and at first glance, it was almost normal. The environment had turned into a basic rendering of Lukas' mansion; a complete rendering of the front lobby. However, after a moment, there was movement; curtains from open windows flowing from the wind; sunlight shimmering through; and the front door opening.

Holographic versions of Bucky, Tony, and Logan entered the room with their weapons holstered and expressions neutral. There was no hostility, no anger, nor any indication of frustration upon their holographic faces.

However, for the soldier, it didn't matter. Her body tensed like a spring snapping into place as she shot up from the floor, and her limbs were poised with an alertness that hadn't been there moments ago in her confusion of the change of environment.

The hologram of Tony opened his mouth to say something, but the chance never came. (Y/n) launched.

She moved like a tiger in the wild; her body twisting and moving through the air with calculated efficiency and intent. Despite not having a weapon, (Y/n) was moving with purpose as she threw a right-hook at the hologram of Tony.

Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom as the Danger Room reported to the X-Men watching behind the glass.

"Failsafe activation confirmed. Subject has been engaged. Protocol: Obey. Targeted Outcome: Elimination."

Peter was surprised by the voice, jumping back a bit, and Logan growled slightly in thought as (Y/n) fists collided with the holographic counterpart, sending the projection sputtering into fractured light. The sight caused the soldier to pause for a moment, but in the next moment, she was moving onto her next target. Each attack was controlled, flawless, and brutal.

There was no hesitation to kill.

Bucky grit his teeth slightly, and Ororo muttered.

"My god, it's like she's mindless."

Hank replied grimly.

"That's because she is. (Y/n)'s body is currently on autopilot while her conscious is trapped. Right now, you're looking only at the Winter Soldier."

Charles was quiet as he stared at (Y/n), and for a moment the room was silent until Charles suddenly winced and placed a hand to his head. Ororo asked with concern.

"Professor?"

"The failsafe is preventing me from being able to get through...(Y/n) is there, I can feel it, but the block that has been integrated within the failsafe is unlike anything I've encountered before."

Strange glanced at Charles before Peter glanced back, asking with a slight shrug.

"What if you and Strange and Wanda worked together? I mean, I know Doctor Strange isn't entirely psychic, but if we had three people who can mess with minds trying to get through...maybe we'll be able to do something."

Tony raised a hand, stating with a hint of enthusiasm to his voice.

"Right, three psychic's on one mind: one to open the door, another to hold it open, and one to get through. Almost like a much better, much more ethical Human Centipede."

Strange closed his eyes as Peter paled, and Strange muttered as he exhaled through his nose.

"I regret every single moment that I have known you."

Sam stated, shaking his head.

"Don't encourage the man. Here's the thing: how do we get Wanda here without giving anybody any idea of what's going on? I'm telling y'all, if any of the others get a whiff of what's happening, they're gonna want to come."

Bucky muttered as he watched (Y/n) defeat the holograms that continued to appear without breaking a sweat, tearing a table up off of the floor to launch it at a holographic image of Natasha.

"We'll use a secure line to contact her. Tell her the problem, Strange opens a portal, we get her in, and we start getting (Y/n) back."

Hank couldn't help but to ask, Logan nodding along with curiosity.

"Forgive me if this is a sensitive question, but why do you not want the other Avengers to know about us retrieving (Y/n)?"

Bucky didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed locked on (Y/n), her body moving like a ghost through the fake battlefield, dispatching enemies without pause, without remorse. There was something mechanical in it.

Something too familiar.

After a long moment, he finally spoke, voice low.

"It's not the others that I'm worried about, it's Fury. He doesn't know her the way that we do...and because of that, he treats her like a threat, not like a person. Why do you think he chose her for the mission? It was a fucking test."

That silenced the room, Peter and Tony looking particularly forlorn as Sam's lips pursed. Bucky clenched his jaw, glancing over his shoulder toward the others.

“I’ve seen that look before...the one people usually wear when there's no other choice. Hell, I’ve been on the receiving end of it. And maybe Steve or...or Shuri wouldn’t say it out loud, but they’d be thinking it...wondering if it would be possible to stop her and if she’s worth saving.”

Peter swallowed hard, visibly uncomfortable, and Strange stayed quiet as he allowed Bucky to voice his thoughts.

“She's worth it."

Bucky said flatly, eyes burning.

“She’s worth saving. Even if she can’t see it right now.”

Strange raised a brow slightly, but he didn’t disagree. Neither did Charles.

Sam let out a breath, slipping his phone out of his pocket.

"Alright. Stark, secure a line. I’ll call Wanda."

Sam stepped out of the room to call Wanda, and Logan glanced at Bucky before looking back at (Y/n) as she continued to fight.

"She's not gonna hold back on ya, bub."

Bucky's jaw clenched tightly, and he muttered.

"I know. I'm hoping on it."

Logan then glanced at him, asking.

"Yeah, but what the hell are you gonna do when you're gonna have to hurt her to stop her?"

Bucky glared at Logan, and the two men shared a deep look before Logan muttered in warning.

"I ain't the enemy here, bub."

"Then fucking act like it."

Bucky stormed off, tearing off the sleeve of his uniform to reveal his metal arm completely before he stepped into the danger room. Logan growled before he muttered to Charles.

"I'm starting to think that boy is more trouble than he's worth."

Charles gave Logan a disapproving look, retorting.

"You were once that boy. Don't be angry with him, Logan. He's hurting very deeply inside...just as you had once."

Logan grumbled to himself before watching as Bucky stepped into the room, and Peter wrung his hands together in anxiety as he mumbled.

"This is gonna go so bad."

Tony took out a box of blueberries, popping one into his mouth as he replied and offered the blueberries to anybody who wanted them.

"Well, I think we'll be able to break them apart if need be. We've got a big group of people who could easily restrain (Y/n) if need be."

Kurt, Hank, and Peter all took some of Tony's blueberries while Logan frowned at the man.

"Where the hell were you hiding those?"

"Magic."

Strange deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

"That's a bold-faced lie. There's literally nothing magical about you."

Tony gasped before he said as confidently as possible.

"Uh, yes there is, it's my d-"

"-Alright, I'm shutting you up right then and there, Stark."

Ororo exclaimed, and Tony just sighed before Sam came back into the room.

"Wanda's all-in and ready whenever you are, Strange."

Strange heaved out a breath through his nose before opening a portal, stating.

"I really am not a magical taxi service."

Kurt snorted, and the two men shared looks of understanding before Wanda stepped through the portal. Her gait was calm but determined, her eyes glancing around the room in silent greeting before she asked.

"Where is she?"

Charles turned to Wanda, nodding his head gently before turning back and gesturing to the Danger Room.

"She is within the Danger Room. It is our training facility here for our X-Men and youth alike. James is already inside."

Wanda pursed her lips as she watched (Y/n) and Bucky fight for a moment, and Wanda turned to Charles.

"Tell me what to do."

-BUCKY-

The second that he had stepped into the Danger Room, the simulation that had been running glitched for a moment to account for the new signature within the program. The room changed into a replica of Shuri's lab, Doris Day playing quietly from the simulated speaker, but it did nothing to curb (Y/n).

The second she had felt his presence, she immediately attacked, launching herself at him from over a table, and Bucky immediately threw his hands up to block the punch. Her fist connected with his vibranium arm, the vibrations making his spine shiver uncomfortably, and Bucky blocked the kick she had attempted to land to his knee.

"(Y/n), I know you're in there."

His words meant nothing to the soldier, her lips curling back into a snarl as Bucky grabbed onto her forearm to stabilize her. However, (Y/n) spun, her elbow landing against his cheek. Bucky let out a yelp, stumbling back a bit, and (Y/n) followed up with a kick to his face. Bucky was thrown back a bit, wincing, and he wiped his lip of blood.

"You don't want to do this. I know you don't."

Her eyes were still dead, her body moving with murderous grace that had him almost hypnotized. The soldier swiped lowly, trying to take him down, and he jumped back; barely missing it. Instead, Bucky grabbed onto her arm, trying to get her into a judo lock, but the woman was quick to headbutt him with an angry yell.

Bucky cursed as his nose cracked, blood gushing down his nostrils again, and Bucky was starting to become agitated. His muscles were tense, that instinct to survive starting to rear its ugly head, and when (Y/n) tried to throw a punch to his ribs, Bucky blocked with his metal arm before shoving her away as hard as he could.

The soldier skidded backwards, crouching low to the ground before running at him again. The soldier was relentless, focused entirely on taking him down, and Bucky knew that he was going to have to stop playing defense at some point.

Just as she met him, Bucky sidestepped and tried to put her into a headlock. She struggled for a moment before biting down on his flesh arm, and Bucky let out a cry of pain before loosening his grip. Instantly, the soldier ripped herself from Bucky with a growl, her body twisting mid-air as she slammed her heel towards Bucky's head.

Bucky blocked just in time, his metal arm absorbing the force of the impact, but his bones still rattled; spine shivering from the pain of the metal tugging on his flesh. Bucky growled slightly, shouting desperately.

"Dammit, (Y/n), stop!"

But the Soldier didn’t stop. She pivoted on the ball of her foot and launched into another attack. The soldier was a dangerous tornado; a blur of fists and knees meant to incapacitate and kill. Bucky was blocking high and low, deflecting the best that he could, and he grunted as her elbow scraped across his ribs.

He was fighting with everything he had, and he was barely holding his ground.

He had to stop holding back if he wanted to survive.

-STRANGE-

In the control room, Wanda stood between Strange and Charles, her fingers lightly resting on each of their temples as they worked. Her eyes glowed red as her power manifested, waves of chaotic energy rippling outward like heat off asphalt.

Every psychic in the room had their eyes closed, straining under the weight of the mental fortress they were trying to breach. Strange was having a difficult time trying to push through the barriers, but when he was able to, he ordered with labored breaths.

"Wanda, I need you to make the bridge for Charles to get through."

She nodded once, and in her mind’s eye, a bridge began to form—red energy twisting into a path across the void and toward (Y/n)’s locked consciousness. The air crackled with tension. Charles slipped through.

Wanda nodded, and in her mind's eye, a bridge began to form. Red energy was twisting into a path across the void and toward (Y/n)'s locked consciousness, and as the air crackled with tension, Charles was able to gain access.

The connection was unsteady; fragile and shifting slightly with every second that passed. There wasn't enough time to have a full conversation, perhaps even to pull (Y/n) out, but when Charles arrived in the cell where (Y/n)'s consciousness was locked away, Charles was stupefied.

The prison cell was coated in ice, snow drifting down from nowhere as frost and ice continued to slowly manifest itself seemingly out of thin air. The walls shimmered with crystalline frost, and jagged mirrors lined the far corners like thorns in flesh.

In the center of the room was a cage, ornate and twisted into the shape of a birdcage. Inside of the cage was (Y/n). She was curled up, arms around her knees. Her hands were blackened to the wrists with frostbite, patches of her skin pale and blistered. One of her shoulders was entirely stiff with ice.

There was a mirror just behind her, and Charles was perturbed to see that there were parts of (Y/n) that were showing up in the mirror. An arm here, a shoulder there, a side of her face. She was slowly being sucked into the metaphysical mirror as the Winter Soldier continued to take over. Charles stepped forward the cage, stating softly.

"(Y/n), can you hear me?"

At first, (Y/n) didn't respond, and Charles urged.

"(Y/n), how can we help you?"

Charles placed his hands onto the bars of the cage, but he recoiled in pain. The bars were so cold that they burned the second he made contact, and he was startled by (Y/n)'s whispering voice; sounding so tired and in pain as she spoke.

"Lavender and Vanilla."

Charles was confused, asking.

"What do you mean?"

(Y/n) looked up, and Charles was disturbed by the sight of her eyes being frozen over, looking akin to rigor mortis as her bottom lip trembled from the tears and the cold.

"Lavender and vanilla."

Charles felt a presence behind him, dark and evil, and he whispered to her before whipping around to see the Winter Soldier standing behind him with a knife raised.

"Remember the sunlight, my dear girl."

Charles was sucked out the second that Strange detected the danger, and Charles sucked in huge breaths of air as she slumped over within his chair slightly. Wanda was disturbed, placing her hands on Charles' back as Charles continued to catch his breath. Strange was concerned as well, stepping forward as he asked.

"What happened, Professor?"

Charles sat back a bit, stating as he glanced at Strange.

"She kept repeating 'lavender and vanilla'."

Wanda looked confused, glancing back at Strange.

"Lavender and Vanilla?"

Strange's expression began to slacked as he remembered.

"The candle. The one from her aunt’s house. It was lavender and vanilla scented. I smelled it in her mindscape once—thought it was disgusting. She said her Aunt Mavis had it burning all the time.”

Wanda looked confused, but Charles understood almost instantly.

"The key for the deactivation...it must be induced by scent. Quickly, if we can program the room to begin emitting the scent, we might be able to deactivate the failsafe."

Wanda asked, stepping towards the console and looking almost flustered.

"What do I do?"

-BUCKY-

Bucky was almost covered in blood, his teeth grinding slightly as he clenched his jaw. (Y/n) was circling him like a panther on prey, her eyes watching him closely. She was reading his movements, calculating and strategizing, and Bucky was breathing hard. He had managed to get a few good hits in, a cut on her chin from where he was able to get a good left-hook in, but nothing was deterring the soldier.

HIs adrenaline was spiked, his heart racing and body trembling, and Bucky was starting to lose his composure. His instincts were kicking in, a long-forgotten haze subtly taking over Bucky, and he swallowed thickly.

If he was going to survive, he had to even the playing field. Bucky just didn't want to. He didn't want to have to rely on that training that was still engraved into him, but Bucky wasn't being given a choice as (Y/n) launched herself at him again. Their fists connected as Bucky grunted, pivoting his body to anchor himself, and her knee came up to land a blow to his diaphragm.

Bucky blocked, however, twisting and dropping low, and he let out a yell as he drove an uppercut into her sternum. The soldier choked on a breath, and Bucky followed up with a sharp hook to her jaw. (y/n) was thrown backwards, and there was a subtle and strange scent beginning to fill the room.

Bucky didn't make the connection, however. Bucky was running completely on survival instinct, and he didn't notice the moment that (Y/n) hesitated for a moment, her feet stumbling. Bucky threw a punch as hard as he could, yelling out, and his fist connected with her temple.

There was a sound of bone cracking, and (Y/n) instantly dropped. Bucky was breathing heavily, and for a moment, he waited for (Y/n) to get back up.

(Y/n), however, was completely still. Dread began to fill him as he waited, but it was almost as if she wasn't even breathing. Panic began to fill him, and Bucky immediately ran over to drop to his knees by her aside as the room became filled with the familiar lavender and vanilla scent.

"(Y/n)?"

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yumandou · 4 months ago

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heyy

could you do an idol!maki x idol!reader fic (reader is a 07' liner) and has recently debuted under hybe

both the groups start having promotions tgt (performances, variety shows, rehersals .etc) and maki starts developing infatuation towards the reader

Idol!Maki x Idol!reader

The moon's warnings: Fluff, reader is '07 liner so a year younger than Maki, in bullet form (I'm so sorry it wasn't a fic like you asked ☹️), no word count cause I wanted to do this so anon doesn't have to wait any longer <3, I use Nicho and Euijoo because yes, English is not my first language so maybe bad grammar and wrong spellings ahead!! Reader is really hard-working and lowkey a perfectionist, reader is also gender-neutral, let me know if I missed anything!!

Message from the moon: I'm so sorry to this anon cause they had to wait and this might be pretty bad hahehshshahah, I did it in bullet form because I do not have the motivation and time to make this into a one-shot (maybe I will in the future) anyways I hope you still like it! My requests are still open for soft thoughts/fic requests.

• Maki first heard about the new group of trainees at HYBE, or now known as YX Labels (request took a long time the ask had the old company name 😮‍💨), and wasn't too interested. He wanted to focus on his group's upcoming comeback.

• Your group's debut was almost at the same time as &TEAM's new single, which meant that your group is promoting at the same time as &TEAM. Since your group was new and needed some publicity, the company wanted your group to have a collab with &TEAM.

• The first day of rehearsals for the collab, the members of &TEAM were already waiting at the practice room, getting a head start on stretches. Maki was stretching with Nicho and Jo when Euijoo called everyone to gather since the new group just arrived. The members of &TEAM lined up to greet your group and you all did the same under your leader's/your (if you are the leader) instructions, each one of your members introduced and it was finally your turn.

• The moment your group stepped in, Maki was already pretty interested in you. As mentioned before, he heard about the new trainees back then and heard some words about you. When it was your turn to introduce yourself, you mentioned that you are fluent in English too. Maki was interested and wanted to know more about why you are fluent in English, did you learn the language or do you have a different nationality like him?

• When practice started, Maki noticed that you were hard-working and eager to learn from your seniors, immediately asking K for help when you're having trouble with the choreography or asking Nicho and Euijoo for advice since you are also a rapper (yes, you are a rapper in this).

• During one of the breaks, you even approached Maki to ask for help with your vocals. Maki also found out that you can rap and sing well, just like him. The two of you also talked about the more personal stuff, he got to ask you why you were fluent in English. The two of you also found out multiple similarities between the two of you: you both enjoyed burritos, doing random trends and posting them on tiktok, your love for dogs and animals in general, you two are both very active on social media, etc...

• After the rehearsals for the collab, you and Maki started to develop a friendship. You two exchanged personal social media accounts like Instagram (if you are allowed to) and the two of you would even have some conversation and one of you would mention a new meme or make a reference about a new meme and the other would immediately get it and you two would just laugh about the new memes going around.

• Maki would deny to himself that he was just seeing you as a friend, that's it. But Nicho would definitely think otherwise, he noticed how Maki would look at you with eyes of adoration or how Maki suddenly goes silent when a Luné mentions the collab your group had with them during a live.

• Then your group started a content where your senior groups like Enhypen or Katseye or other groups from the company would come over and film a content where you and your group members can ask for advice about a certain part of being an idol over some snacks (yes, this is inspired by Kickflip's content because I think the idea of this content is super cool and also go stan Kickflip), and one of the episodes is when you &TEAM are your guests.

• Your group members asked some questions but it was mostly you who was asking the questions, which just showed your determination as an idol which Maki really admired. After the filming, Maki even noticed that you were the first to start cleaning the packages of food which now showed him that you also like to keep places clean like him. Maki helped you clean up while your members and the rest of the members of &TEAM purposely let the two of you clean up, not because they were lazy to do so or what, but because they all thought that this would help the two of you form a stronger bond and a stronger friendship...maybe something even more in the future when the two of you are out of the idol spotlight.

Another message from the moon: Hey guyss! What do y'all think of this?? Please let me know since I'm really new to writing actually and please send me some more askss! I promise I will work on them, I just have to find the time to do so 😞

#andteam #&team #&team x reader #andteam smau #&team soft thoughts #andteam soft thoughts #&team soft hours #andteam soft hours #andteam maki #&team maki #&team maki x reader #andteam maki x reader #Ecli's 🌙 headcanons

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thoughtsonkm · 10 months ago

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Mimi-san & Kookoo-san

This photo really fulfills my need for aesthetic shots

This episode (and probably the whole trip) is like the biggest, warmest, lingering hug someone could give you. Not letting go for a long time, until after it's over you're left with a full heart, teary eyes and a sense of unprecedented calmness.

So no Tokyo for us (as expected). That city really is theirs and theirs ONLY. (I read that ppl saw them with a camera in that ramen shop in Tokyo, so now everyone's thinking of a possible GCF #2 but that would be INSANE)

Jimin stop ruining the romantic moments JK creates, challenge failed! (he really does live up to the "conceal, don't feel" idea)

This ritual of Jimin singing Kook's new singles on each trip, is very very cute.

THE BABIEST OF THEM ALL another bean here⬆️

Did they lowkey have a gentle monster sponsorship? Way to go Jikook 👏🏻👏🏻

I know it's always been Jimin's go to brand for glasses so it feels kinda full circle. He should be some kind of brand ambassador for them.

Oh hello mister 'I can eat yo fingers but not yo potato peel' (I get it tho)

This is the single softest Jikook moment ever!! Period. End of discussion.

Sharing earphones, romantic music, beautiful scenery, calm setting, head on shoulder. - Who says romance is dead? 😭

Not even the background animation can ruin this for me. (ingenious idea nonetheless)

I CANNOT deal with the sweetness of this daughter talk. DO THEY KNOW WE'RE INSANE??

My guy starts talking about a family. The other guy he's gripping tight is already discombobulated, gulping, eyes going left and right lol

Jokes aside he really would be the most gentle, bestest, most caring dad ever 😭 (I promised myself to not get emo during this episode, I'm saving the waterworks for the inevitable last ep.)

I do remember they (especially Jimin) used to be pretty fluent in japanese so I'm guessing since they haven't done Japan promo since 2021, they forgot a little bit..

Imagine Jimin in a jazz bar with a 10 year old whiskey in hand, flirting with his bf.. Improv kings!

Happiness looks so good on them.

I love that from time to time they almost forgot they had a show to shoot. A DAMN JOB to do 😂

I present you a compilation of Jungkook saying how happy he is, how much he loves it and how good it is, during this episode.

LOL at them doing the english meme thing. Just two simple guys with ONE BRAINCELL. Looks like one of those random af videos they would watch while learning english.

Oh yes, we do indeed enjoy y'all gradually getting raggedy and fat 😂😂 He's hilarious, he's on a roll ladies and gents.

Jungkook half wishing they were the same age so they could "twin" even more (I'm sure that would be so convenient for you Jk 👀) as if it's possible for them to be even more on the same wavelength than they already are.

I do feel like in the distant future it would be such a good option for them to transfer and live in Japan cause it does seem like their favourite place in the whole world and the one place they feel themselves the most.

Sapporo in their 40es would be like a little hidden paradise for them to be somewhat free..

(let me dream)

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #bts #bangtan #are you sure?!#jikook travel show #ep. 6 #september 2024

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ruereii · 19 days ago

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*taps mic* Hello fellow squid enjoyers, now that I been on tumblr for a bit, I realized I never made an intro post so I'm a bit nervous heh:

I'm Ruereii, but you can also call me Rue or Reii. I am fluent in Mandarin Chinese and English. My current hyper fixation of course is Squid Game, but I'm also a fan of Hannibal, Merlin, Sherlock, MDZS. DMs and Asks are always open to anything and everything :3 I am also open to becoming moots with anyone!

Some goals of mine: Stop being shy about posting character analysis, dabble in some one-shot writing on Tumblr, writing ships outside my comfort ships.

My AO3: Click here

My Long-Fics:

Rewrite the Stars: Inho x Gihun, Inho & Junho, Junho & Gihun // Mature // Completed (21/21) // Time-Travel, Canon Divergence Accidentally in Charge: Inho x Gihun, Junho x Salesman // Explicit // Completed (22/22) // Body-Swap, Office AU

My One-Shots:

Off Season Visitation: Inho & Junho // Teen+ // Completed (1/1) // Canon Divergence, Sibling bonding

Ongoing Fics:

Chalk Dust and Cherry Blossoms: Inho x Gihun // Gen // Ongoing // Teachers AU, Found Family, Slice of Life

And that's about it! I hope y'all lovelies have a great rest of your day/night <3

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a-casual-kpopfan · 2 years ago

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It's a Date. - Karina

Shoutout to @capslocked for the little beta read. <3

I'm starting to get back into the writing groove, dropping small fics here and there. This was fairly short and sweet, I hope you all enjoy as usual. :)

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You were one of the hosts to take Aespa around New York while they’re on tour; today was an off day and you were with the group and their managers going out to several shopping districts and trying desserts throughout the day.

“Oppa, how come you’re not looking around for things?” Little Winter walking along next to you like a puppy, if a puppy can carry like 5 shopping bags with their paws.

“I live in the city Winter; this is my lifestyle.” You look around the shopping centre, it’s bustling and hustling as NYC would be normally. “Oh, come on oppa, there’s got to be something for you to do too, what about a girlfriend?” You had to think about it, it’s been a while since you were out with someone, let alone had a long-term relationship. “Ah, the last time I dated someone was back in college.” You gave a little smile to Winter as the two of you walked just behind the main group of members and managers.

Karina who’s walking along the main group takes a glance behind, seeing you and Winter laughing through your conversation. She excuses herself from the main group and slows down to the pace of you and Winter. “Ahh, what’s so funny?” Karina may be one of the most visually appealing idols and one of the most captivating people to ever walk this planet. But her looks don’t define who she is; Karina is actually a walking toddler.

Her cheeks are puffed up and lips in a pout. “Winter here is calling me a fossil, calling me old because I haven’t dated since college!” You were playing along with the act, acting a little whiny and childish which was alright, you’ve been with the girls a couple days already, they’re really playful and outgoing which is something you really appreciate seeing in Korean idols compared to a lot of Western stars you’ve hosted around every once in awhile.

Winter laughs uncontrollably on your left side, and is holding onto your arm, Karina is happy to see that there’s someone to trust outside of their group. “How old are you then oppa?” Karina tilts her head like a puppy, it really seems like Aespa as a group is a bunch of little puppies. “I’m 26 years old.” Winter pretends to be super shocked, exaggerating a dropped jaw. “Oh, my goodness, you’re a grandpa!”

“Yah, I’m only 3 years older than Karina.” Trying to defend yourself from Winter, but on the other side Karina is laughing at Winter’s reaction. “Oh, you’re not that old oppa, I just see the little white hairs appearing on your head.” Karina jokes around but catches you off guard making your jaw genuinely drop. “Ms. Karina!” Your jaw stays open but with a smile, you are putting your hand over your heart as if you got shot, but what really shot you is Karina’s smile and laughter.

Your walk through the mall was fun, it was all smooth going until…

“Oppa! Let’s go get you some clothes!” Giselle, the most fluent in English, pulls you into a local clothing shop. “Giselle!” The idol continued pulling your arm, you really didn’t have a choice. “Please, just call me Aeri.” With a reassuring smile that it’s okay to be on a first name basis at this point. “I feel like we’ll know each other a lot more after today.” Aeri with an excited smile, confuses you but you just go with the vibe.

“Oo, you'd be good with this… And this… We should try this too…” Aeri is picking out several pieces of clothing, going through different kinds of pants, looking at the blazers and some tops. “Giselle.” Aeri looks at you with a glare. “Aeri…” The glare changed to a smile, relieving you of possible stress. “Oppa, just try these on, okay?” Dumping a small pile of clothes into your arms, all you could do is sigh and accept it.

You went through multiple variations of outfits from all the clothes that Aeri has chosen for you. After spending about a half hour trying on clothes, there was a set that both you and Aeri found fond of. “Wah, oppa! You look so handsome!” You were wearing a short sleeve dark blue blazer, though worn open and on the inside, a nice grey, almost a salt & pepper style t-shirt, a black jean, complemented with a very dark brown leather shoe. “Wow, I have to hand it to you; you have great style Aeri.”

“Perks of being an idol~” You look through the mirror and watch Aeri pose with a V sign, making you laugh.

“That decides it, let’s go buy them!” You shook your head and looked at Aeri through the mirror. “I may be making decent money but buying all this is too expensive for me.” Your little shopping companion comes up to the mirror and looks you in the eye. “Oppa, who said you were going to pay?” And out of her pocket is her credit card from the company. “Yah, wouldn’t they be mad if you bought something not for you with this card?”

“This is the least that I can do being such a great host for us the last couple days.” You turn around to see a sincere smile and it doesn’t seem like she would take ‘No’ as an answer. “Okay, you win this round.” Aeri clapping her hands and you shrug in defeat as you make yourself to a change room with your original clothing.

Aeri kept to her word, now you’re walking along with Ningning and holding quite a lot of clothing. “Are you having fun with us, oppa?” It’s almost like each member is having their turn with you throughout the day. “Sure, I am Ningning, I get to spend time with very famous idols.” Ningning wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “What do you really like to do for fun?” You were confused as to why the idols are being really personal with you lately.

“Hmm, I’m originally from South Korea, but after moving here I really grew into North American culture. Watching basketball games, going out for bar food like wings and burgers with friends late at night. I do enjoy playing billiards, I’m always open to trying new activities.” Ningning now seems to be happy with that answer. “It seems that you’re very active.” You and Ningning kept the conversation going with each other, more and more you’re finding out the girls like to drink and eat a lot in the dorm, yet they seem so fit for the amount of food they consume and more Ningning is finding out your habits here in New York.

Once finding a restaurant to have a late lunch, you and the group were seated but you offered to sit separately as you would like to give the girls and managers their privacy.

“Nonsense! You’re sitting with us!” Karina was not happy with your suggestion. “You’re a part of us and you’re sitting with us.” The leader was standing firm, and wouldn't budge for anything. “Because you’re trying to bail on us, I’m making you sit next to me to keep an eye on you.” Karina poking your chest with her finger, you were given no choice. You couldn’t help but smile about it and shrugged. “Good, let’s go.” Karina grabbed your hand and dragged you in.

You were led to a large table fitting for 8 near the back of the restaurant, not completely private but obscure enough to eat comfortably. Karina sat on a bench with Winter and a manager beside her, one seat was left, and you were going to offer it to Ningning or Giselle, but you watch them already sit on the other side of the table with their other managers. “Nope, with me oppa.” Karina was sitting down, looking up to you with a smile.

“I really can’t get away from you, can I?” You finally gave up and sat down to the group’s leader. “Looks like someone has a liking for him.” Winter nudges Karina, shortly getting a slap to the leg to deny the teasing. “Yah…” You couldn’t hear the little whispers, you tried to ignore everything so the members can have a sense of comfortability and privacy, but then Karina can easily notice that you’re feeling uncomfortable.

“Hey… It’s okay.” Karina lays her palm on top of your hand and pats it. “Just be yourself, that’s all I ask for.” Her head is on a tilt, her smile, sincere. You nod your head and try your best to follow Karina’s asking. She’s always tried to make sure that her members were comfortable, that her manager was okay, but you being an outsider only have been with them for a short amount of time, Karina had always made sure that everyone was alright, she’s a great leader.

Lunch went smoothly, you and the managers had some good laughs, the members were having a good time, but alas all things must come to an end. The shopping is done, lunch is over, now you’re walking the girls and managers back to the hotel.

You bid your farewells, but Karina comes running back to you before you have the chance to leave the premises. “Oppa, I have a favour to ask you.” Karina's demeanour is off, hands behind her back, one foot balance on her toes, her eyes facing the ground, avoiding your gaze. “What is it, Karina?” You were curious, it’s not everyday you have a beautiful woman in front of you acting like a fool.

“I... Uh… Have this friend who’s coming to the city later tonight… I was hoping you could tour her around, like you did with us?”

“Oh… What could I have hoped for?”

“Sure, what time should I meet her?” You accepted without an issue, you wanted to be a good guy, you just spent a few days with the group and why should you decline? It’s not like you have a date to attend to.

“Yay! Thank you oppa, here’s her number, meet her here at 8pm!” Karina hands you a paper with an unusual phone number, not an area code you’re familiar with but you took in anyways. “Thank you oppa.” Karina bowed in respect before running back inside the hotel.

You would be a little disappointed, but this is a favour.

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You make it back to the hotel at the time Karina told you to be there by, you texted the phone number that you arrived in the front. Good thing Aeri took you to go shopping for new clothes, you must dress up a little for the New York nightlife.

You: Hey, I’m in front of the lobby.

Unknown: I’ll be right there!

That reply came quickly, you were on a look out for someone outside the hotel, but the results would surprise you.

“Good evening oppa.”

You spin around to Karina, a different outfit from this afternoon. Instead of a white sweater and a long skirt, the Aespa leader is changed into a thin back long sleeve, mesh-like material being near fully see-through, a black bandeau underneath, complimenting her large bust and curves, paired with blue jeans and to finish with black boots.

“K-Karina?!”

Shocked to see the leader alone, no supervision, not even anyone watching from the entrance. “I hope you don’t mind me taking off my extensions, I felt like the short hair for our date.” Karina plays with her hair then smiles at you, she has somewhat of a gummy smile.

“Wait, I’m sorry, our date?” You were extremely caught off guard, Karina? Aespa’s leader? A kpop idol? A date? With you? “You could have better options than this old man.” The idol slowly walked towards you, grabbing your hand with both of hers, it’s now you really took the time to see, Karina has baby hands. “Why not? You treated us well, made sure we were comfortable, this is the least I could do… And I want to get to know you more.”

“But I live here, you need to go back to South Korea soon.” The idol was only giggling, she probably has already thought about it, otherwise you wouldn’t think she would go through the trouble of setting up a date with you. “We can cross that bridge when we get to it. There is a lot of tour guides in South Korea that would like a bilingual tour guide.”

With Karina’s amazing smile looking at you the way it is, how could you deny her?

“Okay Karina.”

“Please, my name is Yu Jimin.”

You smile and chuckle.

“Okay Jimin, what would you like to do tonight?”

She pulled away one hand, but still held yours with one. “Hmmm…” Her facial expression turned to a pout, playfully laying a finger on her chin, exaggerating the fact she’s thinking. “How about we go to a bar, get some wings and maybe watch a basketball game if there’s any?” Your jaw was left open, how could she have known?

“Ningning?”

“Mhmm.” With a cute nod.

How would you survive spending the night with Kar- Jimin?

The two of you walked off in a direction where you heard was a good restaurant that had some of the best wings and flavours, Jimin couldn’t let go of your hand, she was basically latched on your arm at this point.

“Oppa, are the New York Knicks any good?”

“Oh man… Don’t get me started…”

#karina #yu jimin #aespa #kpop fic #male reader #aespa fic #idol x reader

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afro-hispwriter · 10 months ago

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Spin the Bottle!!

Satoru Gojo x reader

Summary- Gojos plan to kiss you was foolproof until it wasn’t

Warnings- pre hidden inventory era, gojo being cringe, teen boys will be teen boys, reader is implied to be foreign

Wc-2.2k

Geto really needs to start checking that he locks his door.

“It's going to be perfect!” Gojo says almost screaming and Geto pushes his face into his pillow further.

“That is what you said last time you had a plan to kiss her.” Gojo rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“Okay, it wasn’t my fault.”

“You knocked her out.”

“On accident!” Gojo whined and Geto turned around and his eyes were met with his blue-eyed friend.

“What plan do you have now, Satoru?” Geto sighs and sits up. Gojo bounced up on his feet.

“Tonight at the party we’re playing, Spin the Bottle!” He then shook his hands dramatically. “I’ve hired Haibara to help me out. He’s going to embed the bottle with his cursed energy and every time Y/n spins the bottle Haibara will make sure it lands on me every single time and vice versa!”

There was a silence that took over.

“That's a stupid plan Satoru. Did you forget we would be able to see and sense the cursed energy coming from the bottle and Haibara hand?” The realization hit Gojo like a truck.

“Oh.”

“Ah huh.” Gojos shoulders slumped before he sighed. But that was short-lived when the tall man smiled brightly.

“I'm going to fix this!”

“Can’t wait.”

Haibara sat in the courtyard practicing his bottle-spinning skills to land on one target.

I have to get this right

“YUUUUUU!” Gojo screamed down the courtyard and the first year shot up.

“Gojo?”

Said the man almost crashing into him. Gojo placed his hands on Haibara shoulders.

“We have a problem!”

“What!?” Yu says.

“I realized everyone would be able to see your energy and detect it at the party!” Haibara gasps and he face palms out of stress.

“How did I forget? What are we going to do? I still want to help you.” Gojo rubbed his chin.

“Well, you’re still a smart guy. Can you figure out a way for the bottle to still land on her?”

Haibara thought for a moment.

“Yeah I guess I could get a counterweight in the bottle, and as long as she sits diagonally of you. When she spins it, the bottle should land on you.”

Gojo had to suppress the urge to jump up and down.

“Thanks, Haibara!”

Haibara and Kento arrived first. Kento with his usual frown and Haibara was just happy to be included. Yu waved the bottle at Gojo and gave him a thumbs up.

Geto came in soon after and greeted his friends.

A few minutes passed and Gojos nerves started.

Where is she?

“Oh, Shoko you can’t!”

There she is

Gojo heard your angelic voice and his heart fluttered. He zoomed to the entrance and poked his head out. You and Shoko walked side by side giggling to each other. You spotted Gojo and he swore your smile got bigger.

“Toru!” You sped up your walk until you were fully in front of him. You grabbed his hands and squeezed. Gojo felt his whole body burn at the touch. “Thanks for the invite.”

“Y-Yeah you’re welcome, hope you have fun.”

“Well you’re here, so I know I will!” Gojo let out a chuckle and then looked down at your joined hands again.

SHE'S TOUCHING ME SHE'S HOLDING MY HAND

“Sorry, that was bad.” Gojo tugged you inside the room, still squeezing your hand.

“No that was perfect, you’re perfect.”

Shoko sucked in a breath.

Nanami’s eyes widened.

Haibara smiled awkwardly.

And Geto cringed.

You, ever the kindest person, just smiled.

“I realized I've never actually been to your room.” You say looking around. “It's much bigger than the ones I have seen.”

“Benefits of being a clan head and one of the strongest of course.” He shrugs like it was the most obvious thing.

“Okay, Satoru Gojo.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

God, I love it when she says my name

“Your Japanese has gotten better.” He says and hands you a ramune.

“Thanks, I think I'm finally fluent thanks to Nanami’s teachings.”

“Oh right, forgot you guys spent time doing that.” He says with a slight frown. Shoko has to stifle a laugh from behind him.

“I’ll be right back.” You say and walk to Haibara, Nanami, and Geto.

“Hey.” Shoko leans towards Gojo. “You should really take down that stupid Waka Inoue poster if you’re going to be serious about her.” Gojo gasped and he looked over to the poster he had beside his bed on the wall. Right in your line of sight.

Fuck

Gojo swore he had never moved faster as he pushed past the four of you and ripped the poster off the wall. Shredding it in the process.

Everyone was staring at him like he was crazy.

“Haha, I needed some changes in here.”

“And I thought you couldn’t get any weirder,” Nanami says nonchalantly.

“Whatever Nanamin. So does anybody want to play a game!?”

“I'm down.” You shrugged and Haibara nodded.

“I'm assuming we have no choice,” Shoko says, raising her hand.

“Nope!” He responded.

“What game?” You ask and Gojo smirks.

“I'm glad you asked pretty.” Your face warmed at that. “Yu, would you like to do the honors?” The brunette nodded enthusiastically and opened his jacket and pulled out the bottle of beer.

“Spin the bottle!” He says holding the bottle up high.

“How were you hiding that so well?” Nanami asks and Yu frowns slightly.

“It was super uncomfortable.”

“Alright, everyone.” Gojo claps his hands. “Gather around in a circle.” Haibara set the bottle on the ground and everyone made a circle around it. Satoru made sure you were at his diagonal as Haibara suggested. “Y/n would you like to go first?” You nodded and reached for the bottle and spun it. In the meantime, Gojo dug into his pocket and pulled out a chapstick to apply.

He watched the bottle twirl around until it slowly started slowing down. It rocked up and down most likely due to whatever Haibara did to the bottle for a weight.

It was clearly going to stop in the direction of Gojo and he puffed out his chest slightly. It stopped completely and Gojos eyes widened.

“Oh, Nanamiiii!” Shoko says teasingly and throws a chip at the stunned blonde sorcerer.

Gojo’s eye twitched under his glasses and his fists clenched.

“Huh!?” His head shot over to Haibara who was trying not to look at him.

“Uh- um- why.” Nanami stammers.

“The bottle has spoken,” Geto says with a knowing smirk he sent Gojo.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, Kento. No pressure whatsoever.” You say with a smile and Nanami blushes hard.

SHE'S CALLING HIM KENTO?

“I would like to.” He said and he shuffled onto his knees. You did the same. Knowing Nanami would never initiate so you placed your hand on his cheek and leaned forward. You and Nanami’s lips met and his eyes widened but he slowly relaxed. He kissed you back and his hand slid over yours that was holding your weight up.

Satoru was seriously contemplating using reversal red on the blonde right then and there. He watched your mouth open slightly to add tongue and he immediately shoved Nanami back.

“Okay Okay, we get it.” He says and avoids your stare. “Shoko?”

Shoko got Haibara

Geto got Shoko

And Gojo got his bed THAT WAS RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

Everyone teased him and wouldn’t let them kiss you after he reasoned that innate objects weren’t part of it and you were the closest person.

Nobody wanted to see him win.

The bottle made its way back to you and you spun it. Gojo’s chest tightened and anxiety rushed through his body as he watched the bottle slow down.

FUCKING SHOKO?

What hurt even worse was that there was no hesitation between either of you. Your lips locked immediately and you fell in a rhythm like the two of you had kissed before.

Gojo couldn’t even let himself enjoy the sight of two girls kissing like the other three guys were.

He was definitely getting some practice with Red tonight

He’s not joking

“Get a room,” Gojo says and it came out a bit more aggressive than intended. Shoko pulled away from you and she smirked at Gojo.

“Jealous?”

You know I am

“Games over.” He says and stands up. Shoko and Geto groaned and tried to call him back but Gojo pouted with a pack of cookies. You were quiet along with Nanami and Haibara.

The rest of the night consisted of Gojo sitting in a chair in the corner of his room. While the 5 of you talked and laughed for almost two hours.

But slowly everyone started leaving. First, it was Nanami, followed by Haibara(after apologizing to Satoru a thousand times), and Shoko then left mumbling about needing a cigarette. That left Geto, you, and Gojo.

You and Geto made small talk as you helped pick up empty chip bags and bottles. Gojo did help but he was quiet the whole time. You tried to get Geto to tell you but he said it wasn’t his place. He offered to walk you to your dorm room but you declined and gave him a look. Geto simply lowers his head and bids you and Gojo good night.

“Satoru?”

“Hmm.”

“Can we talk?” He shrugged and sat on his bed. You sat down as well, tucking a leg under you and letting the other dangle. “Why didn’t you just ask me out?”

His blue eyes widened and he looked at you.

“Uh- what- huh?” His stumbling made you giggle.

“Did you forget my technique?” You shuffled closer to him and his shoulders slumped.

“You’re getting good at hiding it, you’ll be the fourth special grade by the end of the year.” He pushes his knee against yours and you roll your eyes.

“Stop trying to change the subject.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Spin the bottle was a really dumb plan.”

“I just had this big idea to woo you.”

“I know, but you didn’t need to. I like you, like a lot.” Gojo’s face burnt red and he wiped his palms on his sweats.

“Oh. Really?” He was shocked

“Why is that so hard to believe?” You scooted next to him until your shoulders touched. “I like you Satoru Gojo, maybe even love.”

His heart started racing and he swallowed harshly. He took his glasses off, folded them in, and set them on his night table. His blue eyes seemed brighter now.

He turned his face to you and you smiled.

“I like you too.”

His cursed energy was buzzing brightly now.

“Can I kiss you?”

He swore his heart just exploded in his chest and he couldn’t help but nod quickly.

“Yeah, sure.” He tried to be smooth but he then scratched the back of his neck. “I’ve just never kissed anyone.” He fully expected you to tease him about it but you just kept your smile.

“That's okay, I'll teach you.” You say and slid your hand behind his neck. You pulled him close to you and pushed your lips onto his. His head jerked back slightly at the feeling but let you take the lead.

The kiss was messy as Gojo tried to fall in a rhythm with you. But he always learned quickly and soon tongue was added. One of his hands found your waist and squeezed, the action made you moan into his mouth. Gojo pulled you in, trying to get you over his lap but you pushed his chest gently making you separate. The two of you tried to catch your breath but Gojo was trying to capture your lips again.

“Calm down.” You giggle and peck his lips.

“You just taste so good, so sweet.” He took your bottom lip between his teeth and kissed you again. You tugged his white hair back making him smile. “That feels nice.” You rolled your eyes and scooted back.

Gojo’s face then changed to something mischievous. He lifted himself onto his knees and you frowned.

“No Satoru.” You tried to scoot back but he tackled you down and started tickling you. You squirmed and squealed in his grip, trying to keep your mouth shut to not alert the others in the boy's dorm.

“Be mine.” He says, stopping his torment. Your mouth twitched to another smile and you pushed a hand against his cheek. He turned his head and pushed his lips against your inner wrist. “Be my girl.”

“And if I say no?” You squinted your eyes at him and he pouted.

“Y/nnn, don’t play with my poor heart.”

“Sorry, I'd love to be your girl.” You kissed the tip of his nose and he captured your lips. He dropped his weight on you, trapping you under him.

“You know.” He pulled away from you and dug his face into your neck. “I was totally going to reverse red Shoko and Nanamin.”