#Web-based Teaching

[aoenoida]

B.Tech Online Tuition, BCA Online Tuition, MCA Online Tuition, B.Sc Online Tuition

[safety-pin-punk]

Anyways heres a sneak peak at the new project. With some stuff hidden away. No timeline on when its gonna be done yet. I might be putting out questions and/or polls related to it as I work on it over the next few weeks though :)

[heyheyarnold]

Free ASL Class Online - Cincinnati State

For anyone interested in learning American Sign Language in a low-stakes environment, Cincinnati State offers a free online, cameras optional, all ages course. You can join via Zoom or access class recordings afterward if you can't attend.

More info, sign up, and resources from previous sessions are available here.

Link: https://www.cincinnatistate.edu/freeasl/#list

[lady-lauren]

❥ PORTGAS D. ACE X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: ~surprise~ he's the virgin, experienced reader, face sitting, praise, use of "good boy", creampie, Ace goes pussy drunk but who can blame him

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“Have you eaten pussy before, pretty boy?” 

The rosy pink that blooms around his freckles tells you no. Your sheets stick to the sheen of sweat across Ace’s skin, his tattoos glowing in the lamplight. His brows are pinched as he fists his hard cock, twitching against his stomach as he tugs from base to leaking tip. 

“Bet you taste so good,” he offers a classic grin, tongue sweeping over his canine as dark eyes stare at the naked juncture between your legs. 

Convincing the charming second division commander to let you…teach him was a more difficult task than you expected. He’s still shielding innocence behind bravado. No one else on the crew knows he’s a virgin���he only told you after one too many at the bar, when your hand started tugging on his belt and his face flushed red beneath the shadow of his hat.

It took weeks of gentle prodding and lustful teasing to fully wind your siren song.

You grip his chin, pressing your mouth to his in a greedy kiss that has him groaning. His lips are soft, plump and hot, so comfortably melding into your movements, slanting and sucking and whimpering. He’s a quick learner, so happy to please.

Quickly, you replace your mouth with a thigh, Ace’s warm lips ghosting across your skin as you settle your hips above his face. The view of him is immaculate, all perfectly carved muscle and his fat cock drooling between thick thighs.

Strong arms lock around your legs, eager to bring your wet cunt to his mouth and lick a testing, teasing hot stripe between your folds. 

“Easy,” you gasp when he presses the tip of his tongue to your swollen clit, “I don’t wanna smother—”

“I’ll die happy,” he pulls your weight farther down, shoving his face between the fat of your thighs. 

“Slow,” you rock your hips over his mouth, lashes fluttering as he listens and gives you several long, languid rolls of his tongue through your folds, “just like that, yeah.”

Ace hums at the praise, cock jumping and begging for attention. 

Big hands bruise your hips and thighs as he grips you for dear life, groaning and pulling like he’s going mad beneath you.

“Use your tongue on my cl—” he acts before you hit the last consonant, making your tummy flutter as he swirls sloppily around your clit. 

“So messy,” Ace mumbles into your pussy, slurping and sucking against your swollen bud. Your thighs shake as you moan, pressing your hands against his plush chest to gain balance.

“You like the taste of my messy pussy, Ace?” your words are breathy, losing their edge as webs of pleasure start to crawl underneath your skin. 

“Fuck yeah, taste better than I dreamed,” his affirmation vibrates to your very core.

Your vision blurs with bliss, yet you can still make out his dripping cock, swollen red and weeping and begging for release against the black, downy hair of his stomach. Sticky pre-cum leaks from his flushed head, pooling into his skin as his cock bobs for you. 

His cock is so tempting, veiny and fat and just the perfect length to make a girl scream. How he’s kept to himself for so long, you’ll never know.

“Oh, you’re so, so good,” you moan and jerk your hips from his ministrations, “put your tongue in me, please.”

You feel the way he grins at your plea, wicked and self-satisfied. His tongue is slow to leave your clit, laving against it with too-hot, too-teasing flat licks. Then he presses his tongue against your tight hole, gathering your slick onto his tongue before pushing into you.

“Oh, oh fuck,” your legs start to tremble as his tongue thrusts up inside of you, “fuck, fuck, fuck that’s so good,” it’s all a messy whisper, just hot air into the dimly lit room.

Ace dutifully fucks you with his tongue, groaning and grunting into your wetness. His cheeks squish against your thighs, freckles smothered with slick. He’s quick and eager, breath hot as he drowns in you.

“Good boy, oh god, yes.” 

Praise makes him shiver, makes his hips buck as his cock searches for you.

But then his tongue is back to soothing over your wet hole, lapping slowly and pulling you away from the churning coil within your belly.

“Please,” his voice is muffled by your cunt, wet lips moving against your folds, “p-please, wanna feel you on my cock. Your pussy’s so soft.” 

Oh, that breaks you. He’s so good, he deserves to know what it feels like to have a woman wrapped around his pretty cock.

“Okay, okay, baby,” he moans at the pet name, kissing your cunt and slipping his tongue over your clit as you pull yourself from his hold. 

The look in his eyes is desperate as you straddle his hips, spit-slick pussy rubbing against his aching cock. 

“You ready?” you ask softly, leaning forward to brush long, dark hair from his face.

His bold front cracks as he grasps your hips, rutting the underside of his dick into your folds.

“Fuck, yes, please—” 

Air is stuck in his throat as you line his tip to your entrance, popping his fat head into your heat. 

“Oh god.” Ace groans and rolls his head back against the pillow.

“Watch, baby, watch how your cock stretches me.”

Obeying, his thick neck tilts up so his eyes can latch onto where you begin to sink down.��

You take it slow, gummy walls sucking him in inch-by-inch. You take note of how pleasure twists his face, makes him hiss and his pupils dilate. 

“So tight, holy fuck, your pussy is so hot.”

The stretch of him makes your eyes roll, feeling so full as you finally seat yourself on his cock. He’s so sensitive, cock throbbing and hips bucking like he’ll explode at any moment. 

“We’ll go slo—”

“No, no,” Ace sits up in a flash, shocking you as his arms lock around your back, trapping you to his chest, “I-I need more, need to feel, ah,” he grunts as the shift in position has his cockhead knocking into your depths, “more.”

He’s crude in the way he thrusts up into you, hard and fast. You moan and it keeps him going, crushing you against him as he buries his face in your neck. 

“Feels so fucking good, oh my god, baby, I—” he loses his words to pleasure, groaning as he starts a sloppy pace. He’s needy, clawing at your skin, kissing your throat.

“Oh Ace, mhm, you like the feel of me?”

“Never felt something so good in my fucking life.”

Desperately he pushes you down onto the bed, gripping the back of your knees as he uses his strength to thrust into your cunt. He’s wild above you, sweat dripping down his forehead and jaw clenched as he chases a new high. 

You mewl at the position, back arching as you reach for his thighs, pulling him into you.

“T-this okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t stop, baby, keep going.”

You moan as he puts more weight on his hands, rolling your hips back.

The purr in his chest makes your lashes flutter, ecstasy rippling down to where he thrusts hard between your legs. Your pussy squishes around him, a thick vein on the underside of his cock pressing hotly to your walls.

You’re already so close to the edge from sitting on his face, clit puffy as his pelvis pushes into you. He slows down a bit, catching his breath and just grinding himself into your heat. 

Ace whines, overwhelmed as he searches for some kind of absolution in your cunt. 

“Does that feel good?” he releases your knees and leans over your body, fisting the hair at the nape of your neck as he presses a messy kiss to your mouth. 

“So good, you feel so good. Go faster, rub my clit, see what it feels like when I cum.”

“Yeah,” he moans as he sits back on his knees, eyes transfixed on the thick ring of cream you’ve left around his base, “gonna make you cum.”

Having a goal kicks him into a new gear, makes his hips move with a purpose and steady quick pace. 

Ace paws at your bouncing tits, thumbs rolling over your nipples and pinching when they harden. His touch is clumsy and a bit delicate and it makes you hot. 

He’s never felt a woman like this before, never lost himself into the chaos of bliss. 

You’re his first and that does something wild to your ego. To have a man like Ace beg for you, to be able to teach him how to fuck you, it all makes your head spin.

A big hand smoothes down your stomach, pausing right at where you spread around him. 

He takes a few moments to keep barreling into you, getting high off the sounds you make. 

“How should I…?”

“Thumb,” you gasp right as he hits a good spot within you, “circle your thumb over—”

You whimper as he listens to your demand, the thick pad of his thumb swirling over your clit in tight, fast circles. 

“Fuck! That’s it, so good, right there, yes!” 

You’re sure the thin walls can’t keep your screams to themselves, but you’re past a point of caring. Your focus is solely on the liquid heat building where Ace’s thumb rubs against you, lightning and shivers racing down your spine. Your legs go limp and your hands twist in the sheets, hips slamming over his cock as you chase the falling edge of pleasure.

“God you’re so fucking hot, wanna feel your pussy cum, baby. Wanna feel you get so fucking tight and milk my dick.”

The mouth on this man. You knew he’d be vocal but his words make you drunk, dizzy. A whiplash of his naive confidence. 

He keeps tight circles on your clit, his other hand reaching down to cup your ass and slide his thumb next to where his cock spears into your folds. He spreads you there, like he’s curious to see what happens, to see how your pussy reacts and feels. The extra tug makes you feel fuller, wetter as he smears your slick.

“Come on,” he’s starting to falter a bit, cock throbbing, “come on, cum for me, please, please cum for me.” 

His pleading throws you off the cliff, makes your cunt clamp down around him and wring every ounce of pleasure from your body. He bullies in one last thrust, creating a fresh, euphoric jolt splinter down your body. 

Your eyes open just in time to watch Ace come undone, head thrown back as he empties his balls into your tight pussy. His muscular chest rises and falls slowly, cheeks so pink he looks sun kissed. He’s pretty all blissed out, yet so powerful above you.

“You okay?”

Your voice is a little hoarse as you grab his attention, his eyes shining down on you with a mixture of curiosity and delight.

“Wanna do that again,” he groans and lays over you, wrapping his arms around your body and keeping his messy cock lodged deep inside of you, “want you to show me all the positions.” 

“All of them? There’s so many—”

“You promised to teach me, baby. And I bet I can make you cum every time.”

You know better than to bet against him.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Even if you think AI search could be good, it won’t be good

TONIGHT (May 15), I'm in NORTH HOLLYWOOD for a screening of STEPHANIE KELTON'S FINDING THE MONEY; FRIDAY (May 17), I'm at the INTERNET ARCHIVE in SAN FRANCISCO to keynote the 10th anniversary of the AUTHORS ALLIANCE.

The big news in search this week is that Google is continuing its transition to "AI search" – instead of typing in search terms and getting links to websites, you'll ask Google a question and an AI will compose an answer based on things it finds on the web:

https://blog.google/products/search/generative-ai-google-search-may-2024/

Google bills this as "let Google do the googling for you." Rather than searching the web yourself, you'll delegate this task to Google. Hidden in this pitch is a tacit admission that Google is no longer a convenient or reliable way to retrieve information, drowning as it is in AI-generated spam, poorly labeled ads, and SEO garbage:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/03/keyword-swarming/#site-reputation-abuse

Googling used to be easy: type in a query, get back a screen of highly relevant results. Today, clicking the top links will take you to sites that paid for placement at the top of the screen (rather than the sites that best match your query). Clicking further down will get you scams, AI slop, or bulk-produced SEO nonsense.

AI-powered search promises to fix this, not by making Google search results better, but by having a bot sort through the search results and discard the nonsense that Google will continue to serve up, and summarize the high quality results.

Now, there are plenty of obvious objections to this plan. For starters, why wouldn't Google just make its search results better? Rather than building a LLM for the sole purpose of sorting through the garbage Google is either paid or tricked into serving up, why not just stop serving up garbage? We know that's possible, because other search engines serve really good results by paying for access to Google's back-end and then filtering the results:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/04/teach-me-how-to-shruggie/#kagi

Another obvious objection: why would anyone write the web if the only purpose for doing so is to feed a bot that will summarize what you've written without sending anyone to your webpage? Whether you're a commercial publisher hoping to make money from advertising or subscriptions, or – like me – an open access publisher hoping to change people's minds, why would you invite Google to summarize your work without ever showing it to internet users? Nevermind how unfair that is, think about how implausible it is: if this is the way Google will work in the future, why wouldn't every publisher just block Google's crawler?

A third obvious objection: AI is bad. Not morally bad (though maybe morally bad, too!), but technically bad. It "hallucinates" nonsense answers, including dangerous nonsense. It's a supremely confident liar that can get you killed:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2023/sep/01/mushroom-pickers-urged-to-avoid-foraging-books-on-amazon-that-appear-to-be-written-by-ai

The promises of AI are grossly oversold, including the promises Google makes, like its claim that its AI had discovered millions of useful new materials. In reality, the number of useful new materials Deepmind had discovered was zero:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/23/maximal-plausibility/#reverse-centaurs

This is true of all of AI's most impressive demos. Often, "AI" turns out to be low-waged human workers in a distant call-center pretending to be robots:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/31/neural-interface-beta-tester/#tailfins

Sometimes, the AI robot dancing on stage turns out to literally be just a person in a robot suit pretending to be a robot:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/29/pay-no-attention/#to-the-little-man-behind-the-curtain

The AI video demos that represent "an existential threat to Hollywood filmmaking" turn out to be so cumbersome as to be practically useless (and vastly inferior to existing production techniques):

https://www.wheresyoured.at/expectations-versus-reality/

But let's take Google at its word. Let's stipulate that:

a) It can't fix search, only add a slop-filtering AI layer on top of it; and

b) The rest of the world will continue to let Google index its pages even if they derive no benefit from doing so; and

c) Google will shortly fix its AI, and all the lies about AI capabilities will be revealed to be premature truths that are finally realized.

AI search is still a bad idea. Because beyond all the obvious reasons that AI search is a terrible idea, there's a subtle – and incurable – defect in this plan: AI search – even excellent AI search – makes it far too easy for Google to cheat us, and Google can't stop cheating us.

Remember: enshittification isn't the result of worse people running tech companies today than in the years when tech services were good and useful. Rather, enshittification is rooted in the collapse of constraints that used to prevent those same people from making their services worse in service to increasing their profit margins:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/26/glitchbread/#electronic-shelf-tags

These companies always had the capacity to siphon value away from business customers (like publishers) and end-users (like searchers). That comes with the territory: digital businesses can alter their "business logic" from instant to instant, and for each user, allowing them to change payouts, prices and ranking. I call this "twiddling": turning the knobs on the system's back-end to make sure the house always wins:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/19/twiddler/

What changed wasn't the character of the leaders of these businesses, nor their capacity to cheat us. What changed was the consequences for cheating. When the tech companies merged to monopoly, they ceased to fear losing your business to a competitor.

Google's 90% search market share was attained by bribing everyone who operates a service or platform where you might encounter a search box to connect that box to Google. Spending tens of billions of dollars every year to make sure no one ever encounters a non-Google search is a cheaper way to retain your business than making sure Google is the very best search engine:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/21/im-feeling-unlucky/#not-up-to-the-task

Competition was once a threat to Google; for years, its mantra was "competition is a click away." Today, competition is all but nonexistent.

Then the surveillance business consolidated into a small number of firms. Two companies dominate the commercial surveillance industry: Google and Meta, and they collude to rig the market:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jedi_Blue

That consolidation inevitably leads to regulatory capture: shorn of competitive pressure, the companies that dominate the sector can converge on a single message to policymakers and use their monopoly profits to turn that message into policy:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/05/regulatory-capture/

This is why Google doesn't have to worry about privacy laws. They've successfully prevented the passage of a US federal consumer privacy law. The last time the US passed a federal consumer privacy law was in 1988. It's a law that bans video store clerks from telling the newspapers which VHS cassettes you rented:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Video_Privacy_Protection_Act

In Europe, Google's vast profits lets it fly an Irish flag of convenience, thus taking advantage of Ireland's tolerance for tax evasion and violations of European privacy law:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/15/finnegans-snooze/#dirty-old-town

Google doesn't fear competition, it doesn't fear regulation, and it also doesn't fear rival technologies. Google and its fellow Big Tech cartel members have expanded IP law to allow it to prevent third parties from reverse-engineer, hacking, or scraping its services. Google doesn't have to worry about ad-blocking, tracker blocking, or scrapers that filter out Google's lucrative, low-quality results:

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

Google doesn't fear competition, it doesn't fear regulation, it doesn't fear rival technology and it doesn't fear its workers. Google's workforce once enjoyed enormous sway over the company's direction, thanks to their scarcity and market power. But Google has outgrown its dependence on its workers, and lays them off in vast numbers, even as it increases its profits and pisses away tens of billions on stock buybacks:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/25/moral-injury/#enshittification

Google is fearless. It doesn't fear losing your business, or being punished by regulators, or being mired in guerrilla warfare with rival engineers. It certainly doesn't fear its workers.

Making search worse is good for Google. Reducing search quality increases the number of queries, and thus ads, that each user must make to find their answers:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/24/naming-names/#prabhakar-raghavan

If Google can make things worse for searchers without losing their business, it can make more money for itself. Without the discipline of markets, regulators, tech or workers, it has no impediment to transferring value from searchers and publishers to itself.

Which brings me back to AI search. When Google substitutes its own summaries for links to pages, it creates innumerable opportunities to charge publishers for preferential placement in those summaries.

This is true of any algorithmic feed: while such feeds are important – even vital – for making sense of huge amounts of information, they can also be used to play a high-speed shell-game that makes suckers out of the rest of us:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/11/for-you/#the-algorithm-tm

When you trust someone to summarize the truth for you, you become terribly vulnerable to their self-serving lies. In an ideal world, these intermediaries would be "fiduciaries," with a solemn (and legally binding) duty to put your interests ahead of their own:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/07/treacherous-computing/#rewilding-the-internet

But Google is clear that its first duty is to its shareholders: not to publishers, not to searchers, not to "partners" or employees.

AI search makes cheating so easy, and Google cheats so much. Indeed, the defects in AI give Google a readymade excuse for any apparent self-dealing: "we didn't tell you a lie because someone paid us to (for example, to recommend a product, or a hotel room, or a political point of view). Sure, they did pay us, but that was just an AI 'hallucination.'"

The existence of well-known AI hallucinations creates a zone of plausible deniability for even more enshittification of Google search. As Madeleine Clare Elish writes, AI serves as a "moral crumple zone":

https://estsjournal.org/index.php/ests/article/view/260

That's why, even if you're willing to believe that Google could make a great AI-based search, we can nevertheless be certain that they won't.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/15/they-trust-me-dumb-fucks/#ai-search

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[glowettee]

hi there! im a fan of your page 💕

can you give me the best studying techniques?

hi angel!! @mythicalmarion tysm for asking about study techniques 🤍 i'm so excited to share my secret methods that helped me maintain perfect grades while still having a dreamy lifestyle + time for self-care!! and thank you for being a fan of my blog, it means everything to me. <3

~ ♡ my non-basic study secrets that actually work ♡ ~

(don't mind the number formatting)

the neural bridging technique this is literally my favorite discovery!! instead of traditional note-taking, i create what i call "neural bridges" between different subjects. for example, when studying both literature + history, i connect historical events with the literature written during that time. i use a special notebook divided into sections where each page has two columns - one for each subject. the connections help you understand both subjects deeper + create stronger memory patterns!!

here's how i do it:

example:

left column: historical event

right column: literary connection

middle: draw connecting lines + add small insights

bottom: write how they influenced each other

the shadow expert method this changed everything for me!! i pretend i'm going to be interviewed as an expert on the topic i'm studying. i create potential interview questions + prepare detailed answers. but here's the twist - i record myself answering these questions in three different ways:

basic explanation (like i'm talking to a friend)

detailed analysis (like i'm teaching a class)

complex discussion (like i'm at a conference)

this forces you to understand the topic from multiple angles + helps you explain concepts in different ways!!

the reverse engineering study system instead of starting with the basics, i begin with the most complex example i can find and work backwards to understand the fundamentals. for example, in calculus, i start with a complicated equation + break it down into smaller parts until i reach the basic concepts.

my process looks like:

find the hardest example in the textbook

list every concept needed to understand it

create a concept map working backwards

study each component separately

rebuild the complex example step by step

the sensory anchoring technique this is seriously game-changing!! i associate different types of information with specific sensory experiences:

theoretical concepts - study while standing

factual information - sitting at my desk

problem-solving - walking slowly

memorization - gentle swaying

review - lying down

your body literally creates muscle memory associated with different types of learning!!

the metacognition mapping strategy i created this method where i track my understanding using what i call "clarity scores":

level 1: can recognize it

level 2: can explain it simply

level 3: can teach it

level 4: can apply it to new situations

level 5: can connect it to other topics

i keep a spreadsheet tracking my clarity levels for each topic + focus my study time on moving everything to level 5!!

the information architecture method instead of linear notes, i create what i call "knowledge buildings":

foundation: basic principles

first floor: key concepts

second floor: applications

top floor: advanced ideas

roof: real-world connections

each "floor" must be solid before moving up + i review from top to bottom weekly!!

the cognitive stamina training this is my absolute secret weapon!! i use a special interval system based on brain wave patterns:

32 minutes of focused study

8 minutes of active recall

16 minutes of teaching the material to my plushies

4 minutes of complete rest

the specific timing helps maintain peak mental performance + prevents study fatigue!!

the synthesis spiral evolution this method literally transformed how i retain information:

create main concept spirals

add branch spirals for subtopics

connect related concepts with colored lines

review by tracing the spiral paths

add new connections each study session

your notes evolve into a beautiful web of knowledge that grows with your understanding!!

these methods might seem different from typical study advice, but they're based on how our brains actually process + store information!! i developed these through lots of research + personal experimentation, and they've helped me maintain perfect grades while still having time for self-care, hobbies + fun!!

sending you the biggest hug + all my good study vibes!! remember that effective studying is about working with your brain, not against it <3

p.s. if you try any of these methods, please let me know how they work for you!! i love hearing about your study journeys!!

xoxo, mindy 🤍

glowettee hotline is still open, drop your dilemmas before the next advice post 💌: https://bit.ly/glowetteehotline

[seraphivonne7]

little drabble about @fishymom-art 's Shackled Branch UA

(aka Ivonne made an AU of an UA, therefore extending the messy web of AU's and UA's/silly)

((drabble based off of this comic))

smthn smthn corrupted vanilla lets shadow milk go, but in this au of the ua, corrupted vanilla was lying about letting shadow milk free. so he actually chases shadow milk around the castle, cat and mouse kinda thing. tormenting the poor thang. HE DOESNT WANT TO LET SHADOW MILK GO AND IS TEACHING HIM A LESSON AHHH TYPA SCENARIO. they end up in a ballroom and shadow milk ambushes corrupted vanilla. they fight.

gore and cursing warning//

shadow milk actually gets the upper hand somehow and manages to claw corrupted vanilla's left eye out. he doesn't mean to, after all he still loves pure vanilla and hurting the body means hurting pure vanilla. but its in self-defense and he's a bit panicked atm. so he claws out cv's eye and cv rolls away in pain.

smilk stands up and proceeds to yell at cv. " Is this what you want? To control people you love through fear? " stuffs like that. lecturing him basically.

he gets to the point where hes angrily looming over cv's crumpled form.

" If you're going to half-ass being a decent cookie, then I want nothing to do with you. "

pure, unfiltered anger. no theatrics, no fancy language. just anger thats boiled over and spilling out of smilk.

smilk expects cv to attack him again or spit back some righteous bs, but actually—cv trembles. a giggle can be heard as cv sits himself up. a smile is on his face. he stands up and swipes at the blood/jam dripping down his face, and the bastard is blushing. also their soul jam is cracked and bleeding jam, but minor detail :]c

yeah, cv kinda lost it. hes a bit more tainted and delulu in this au but mannnn 🔥🔥🔥 this scenario came to me in a fever dream after reading the comic el oh el (happy endings? whats that/silly)

also tumblr lowered the quality of my art so i will explode everything and then myself <3

[aventurineswife]

HELLOOOO, i was wondering:

A reader that likes watch anime, and some HSR characters gives them a try. But, what anime would you think they watch with the reader? Based on what they like or just something to start watching.

I LOVE YOUR WRITING STYLE, please don't overwork yourself a lot, have a nice day/night! <3

What Anime Would They Watch With You?

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Blade x Reader, Kafka x Reader, Silver Wolf x Reader, Anime Watching, Humor, Lighthearted moments, Comfort and Bonding, Can be read Platonically or Romantically.

Warnings: Mentions of psychological trauma, Light spoilers for anime, Philosophical and existential themes, Violence and combat (in anime contexts), Emotional conflict, Mild language (?), Possible mild angst(?).

A/N: I don’t watch much anime, but my sister does, so I based the anime choices on what she’s watched and told me about, as well as clips I’ve seen on yt shorts 🫣😔 ALSO THANK YOU!! 🤭💖 I'LL TRY MY BEST HEHE

Aventurine stands in front of the TV, his eyes glinting with curiosity. His usual confidence is slightly tempered by the unfamiliarity of the moment — an evening of anime watching. He’s dressed in his usual stylish attire, the gold accents catching the light as he adjusts the remote with his gloved fingers. His gaze flickers to you, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"So," he begins, voice smooth like a well-played hand in poker, "what do we watch tonight? I suppose I should try something new. But, I must admit, I prefer shows with a bit of strategy — something that makes you think, perhaps a game of intellect or manipulation."

You suggest Death Note, the classic tale of the battle between genius minds.

Aventurine’s smile widens. “Ah, an excellent choice. A battle of wits, a contest of who can outsmart whom. Much like life itself. I must say, the intrigue here appeals to me. The protagonist, Light Yagami, reminds me of someone who knows how to play the game... and win.”

As the opening credits roll, Aventurine lounges back, his eyes gleaming with the same focus he applies to his work at IPC. The intricate web of psychological tension between Light and L unfolds in a way that mirrors his own thinking — everything calculated, every move deliberate. The darker twists intrigue him, and he often leans over to comment on Light’s strategy, or offer his own hypothetical alternatives. Every so often, he’ll pause to explain a parallel to a strategic investment move, his voice laced with a playfulness only you can appreciate.

The night is filled with insightful discussions, his enjoyment of the show evident not just in his words but in the way his eyes spark with intellectual thrill.

Ratio enters your living room, dressed in his usual academic attire, though he seems slightly more relaxed than usual. His hair is perfectly in place, and he adjusts his glasses, his piercing eyes scanning the shelves. He’s intrigued by the idea of anime, but like everything else, he believes it must meet the highest intellectual standards.

"I assume this will be a pursuit of knowledge, correct?" he asks, his tone indicating that he is less concerned with entertainment and more with what the anime can teach him.

You offer him Steins;Gate, a mind-bending tale of time travel and its implications. Ratio raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

"Time travel," he mutters. "The concept is fraught with paradoxes, theoretical inconsistencies... But let's see how this unfolds."

As the show progresses, you can tell Ratio is captivated. His usual dismissiveness towards “mediocre” content fades as he engages with the intricacies of the plot. He is particularly drawn to the scientific explanations of time travel, making insightful comments about the laws of causality. The intellectual depth of Steins;Gate resonates with him, and he begins to see the show as more than just entertainment but as an exploration of the human condition through the lens of scientific theory.

His stern exterior softens slightly as he leans forward, absorbed by the delicate unraveling of fate. At one point, he pauses the show to make an impassioned argument about the ethics of time travel, his eyes alight with the thrill of the debate.

Feixiao, in her usual battle-ready attire, steps into your space with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowing slightly in skepticism. She’s not one for frivolous distractions, but she’s willing to give this anime thing a try — provided it’s something that involves action, strategy, and perhaps a little bit of inner conflict.

"You’d better not have picked something weak," she says with a smirk, her voice unwavering. "I don't have time for anything that isn't worthy of my attention."

You suggest Attack on Titan, with its intense battles and deep emotional conflicts. Feixiao grunts in approval.

"Alright, let’s see if they can deliver on the carnage." she says, as the opening scene plays out.

She’s immediately absorbed by the ferocity of the Titans and the desperation of humanity’s fight for survival. The battles, filled with adrenaline and relentless pursuit, mirror the kinds of conflicts she knows too well. She’s particularly drawn to Eren Yeager’s inner struggles — the deep rage that simmers beneath his resolve.

"That’s what I like to see," Feixiao mutters under her breath, her eyes flashing with approval as the protagonists fight with everything they have. "There’s more to these battles than just the physical; there’s emotion, too. A warrior’s mind is as sharp as their blade."

Throughout the night, she becomes invested in the character dynamics, especially Eren’s moral dilemmas. The show's dark tone and brutal honesty about the human condition resonate with her, and she even offers some commentary on the combat strategies used by the soldiers.

By the end of the night, she’s hooked, her face flushed with the excitement of both the action and the emotional weight of the series.

Blade steps into the room, his eyes burning with a quiet intensity, his demeanor as cold as the blade he wields. His mind constantly in turmoil, he’s not interested in frivolous entertainment. Everything he watches must speak to the darker aspects of his soul, and anything too light-hearted will not hold his attention.

You offer Neon Genesis Evangelion, a psychological and emotional rollercoaster that digs into the deep recesses of human existence. Blade’s expression is unreadable as he nods and sits, his eyes steely.

The first few episodes grip him, and soon he is fixated on Shinji Ikari’s inner torment — the crippling isolation, the struggle to find meaning in a world that seems bent on destruction. Blade sees pieces of himself in Shinji, his own existential struggle reflected on screen. He finds an unexpected resonance with the show's depiction of personal battles and the search for purpose in and the search for purpose in an uncaring world.

As the show delves into its more abstract and psychological themes, Blade’s face hardens in contemplation. He doesn’t speak much, but his occasional glances at you tell you everything you need to know — Neon Genesis Evangelion is more than just an anime to him; it’s a mirror to his own fractured soul.

By the end of the night, Blade is silent, lost in thought, the weight of the show's philosophical questions lingering in his mind.

Kafka strolls into the room with her usual cool confidence, adjusting her black jacket over her shoulders. Her hair sways slightly as she surveys the situation. While she doesn’t often indulge in entertainment, she’s intrigued by your suggestion to watch anime together. After all, there’s something elegant about the concept of using subtlety and manipulation to achieve one's ends, and Kafka is drawn to that kind of intrigue.

You offer Code Geass, a series filled with strategic battles, hidden motives, and complex characters. Kafka smirks, her interest piqued.

"This might be interesting. Let’s see if it lives up to the hype." she says, her voice smooth and measured.

As the episodes unfold, Kafka finds herself charmed by Lelouch vi Britannia’s calculating nature and his ability to manipulate others for his own purposes. She’s drawn to the layers of deception, the way Lelouch maneuvers through the world with his intelligence and charisma, much like herself.

"Ah, this is the kind of show I can appreciate," Kafka remarks, glancing at you with a knowing smile. "Power lies not in brute strength, but in the subtleties of the mind. Lelouch truly knows how to play the game."

By the end of the night, Kafka is hooked, her mind racing with the complex political strategies and moral questions the show raises. Her admiration for Lelouch’s ability to control events through sheer willpower is clear.

Silver Wolf lounges in her seat, her purple glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She’s always up for a challenge, and if anime is as much of a game as you say, then she’s ready to dive in. She’s looking for something that’s both fast-paced and unpredictable, a true test of her adaptability.

You suggest Psycho-Pass, a futuristic series that blends action with deep psychological exploration and questions about the nature of justice. Silver Wolf’s eyes light up as the opening credits roll.

"Alright, this looks fun," she remarks, her fingers tapping on her leg like she’s already hacking her way through the plot. "A system that reads people's intentions? Sounds like a game I could win."

As the series progresses, Silver Wolf becomes engrossed in the moral and psychological dilemmas the characters face. She’s particularly drawn to the futuristic technology, intrigued by the interplay between the systems that control society and the human minds that try to outwit them.

"I could hack my way through this world in no time." she chuckles to herself, but she’s also genuinely captivated by the philosophical questions raised. What is justice? Who decides what is right or wrong?

By the end of the night, Silver Wolf is already planning her next anime binge, eager to see what other “games” the world of anime has to offer.

[hazelsmirrorball]

F1 Elementary | Teacher! Oscar Piastri x Teacher! Reader

summary: It's Halloween in Box elementary and Oscar decides it's a good idea to play secret admirer and finally make a move with one of the teachers.

pairings: teacher!oscar piastri x teacher!reader

a/n: Excuse any errors english isn’t my main language. This is based off Abbott Elementary. If it's in bold it's a confesional.

 The bell rang loudly, filling the halls mixing with the loud voices of the kids that were heading towards their classrooms. The teachers patiently waited outside the door greeting every single kid that entered. The hallways were different from their day to day. Miss L/n had stayed all night up decorating the halls to make them spooky for halloween. People could probably say that she could be a little bit of an overdoer. Spiders webs, spiders, pumpkins, bats surrounded the hallways, clinging towards the halloween aesthetic scaring a few of the kids. 

"Hi! I'm principal Norris. I still don't know how I ended up ruling this school but might I say I love it here. I’m the literal king of this school, everyone does what I say, it’s like I direct them or something. There’s a lot of perks of working at Box elementary,  Hot teachers, smart kids and the paycheck. Being a principal is the best, so I welcome you to my lovely kingdom. But enough about me, let’s talk about my untalented and ugly staff so you guys can see what I have to work with everyday. Look, there we have one of our annoying second grade teachers, Y/n. I'll leave you guys to it and let me say if you need more beauty shots, I'll be in my office" Lando said while tilting his crown down sending a kiss towards the camera. He turns to the left and the camera slowly follows him walking towards one of the students eating a lollipop. Lando  quickly takes it out of her hand and eats it himself. He walks away leaving the kindergartener alone crying in the halls. 

"Hello!! I'm Y/n L/n. But around here everyone calls me Miss L/n. I've been teaching second grade here for about four years now and honestly it's a blast. I love the kids, I love the school, I love my coworkers, I love the classes, I love my mood ...Sorry l am rambling but in my defense it's one of the best holidays of the year. Halloween!  and this year is different because we got the opportunity to dress up. They also let me put the whole school in halloween decor. All the kids are so excited to wear their little costumes and eat candies. That’s why I had to step up my game. Guess what I am? No? Okay. Well I’m a bumblebee cause people say I’m sweet like honey and sometimes that is annoying, but that’s nobody's buzzness. Did you get the joke? Did you understand?  Because I am dressed as a bee? I know you got it, I see that smile on your lips, cameraman. Anyway, let me just get to the point, I teach second grade and around here we all love to have fun. Do you want a Frankenstein cupcake? I made them myself" She said with a huge grin stretching out her hand with a cupcake toward the cameramen while the kids in the background made cute cupcakes. Her face was covered in frosting and her costume was covered in glitter. 

Oscar Piastri, smiled as he excitedly greeted his first graders, exclaiming proudly “happy halloween ” as they entered the classroom, His  Mark Webber  costume intact. He watched as his little students entered the classroom all giggly while holding onto buckets filled with candies he had personally requested them to bring so they could exchange with their classmates. When the last student entered, his eyes trailed towards the end of the hall where he could see Y/n L/n handing her kids a lollipop while they entered. Oscar stared at her in aw, as she did a dance battle with one of the kids that was dressed as a hip hop dancer. Y/n stinger got caught on the door making her fall back as all the kids from her class ran up to her to help her up. She shook them off by saving countless thank you’s. Y/n threw her head back laughing at her kids following the action as Oscar stayed in his place being starstruck by her beauty. Oscar waited a few seconds to catch her eye and waved at her with a soft smile which Y/n happily returned. Being lost by the sudden interaction Oscar couldn’t feel the small child tugging on the side of his pants trying to get his attention. 

“Mr. Oscar! You are staring at Miss L/n again. You said staring at people was rude” The child exclaimed quite loudly making Oscar jump up and panick. He quickly crouched down to be at the same level as the kid. 

“Alex, what did we say about yelling?” Oscar said softly, trying to push back his flushed face. Alex looked down towards his shoes shaking his head. 

“That we shouldn’t do it. I’m sorry Mr. Oscar. I was trying to get your attention because I needed to tell you something but you were looking at Miss L/n. I heard that in their class they are making cupcakes today. What are we going to do? It’s Halloween we should do something fun” Alex said, raising his head and grinning excitedly towards Oscar. Oscar mirrored his expression. 

“Well, I talked to Principal Norris and he said we could race cars outside. So after we exchange candies right after recess we can race” Oscar said resting his hands on his shoulder grinning. Alex quickly squealed in excitement jumping up and down. Oscar followed his actions moving side to side. “Wait, what did you need to tell me that was so urgent?” Oscar said quickly remembering what were his true intentions. 

“I actually don’t remember” Alex said, making a thinking face. 

"Mister Oscar!  Jeremy is kicking me again" a kid screamed from inside the classroom making Oscar quickly enter the room to detain the fiasco before it got worse. Jeremy was quite the fighter and he didn’t feel like cleaning up blood today. 

Oscar Piastri didn't expect to like being a teacher as much as he did but now after being a  teacher for about a year, he was starting to get the hang of things. He enjoyed the kids' presence, they made things actually fun for him and the best thing, aside from the kids, was Y/n L/n. Having Y/n around made the teaching experience quite refreshing. She was around the same age as Oscar  but she had been teaching there for about four years just like her close friend and English teacher, Logan Sargent. Oscar had tried several times to get in their little group but it was quite hard for him to click with the teachers. It wasn’t that they were mean or anything, it was the fact that they didn’t take the rookie teacher seriously. Adding to the fact that Oscar wasn’t the best when getting social clues, for some people, it felt like they were talking to a child while they were talking to Oscarl. 

“Mister Piastri, I wanted to inform you that the camera crew just got here today, so don't be surprised if they catch your fine ass. You look quite attractive with that, costume." Principal Norris said, peeking his head through the door. Oscar  turned around with a scared look on his face seeing Lando wiggle his eyebrows at him. Oscar’s hands dropped stopping the two kids that were originally fighting. 

"Excuse me?" Oscar asked, raising an eyebrow at Lando making him wink at Oscar. 

"I'm just playing but remember that they...Oh look they are here now! Here we have Mr. Oscar Piastri. He teaches first grade and he's been working here for about a year, yet he can barely get a hold of his class but we are working on it. So enjoy your time with him. The hottest teacher in the school. Bye" he exclaimed while he left Oscar standing agape in the hallway with a camera crew filming straight at him. Oscar quickly took his glasses off, cleaning them on his pants nervously while the kids screamed as loud as they could in the back of the class, the kids once again starting their fight.

“First of all, I'm not the hottest teacher here, I'll leave that to Charles and second of all I have perfect control of my kids. Didn’t you guys catch on camera me stopping the fight? " Oscar exclaimed defensively while putting on his glasses and looking at the camera clearly stressed. His hair was now messy pointing to several directions as his  breath was unsteady. 

"Mr. Oscarl! Help me, Jeremy is still pulling my hair now" a kid yelled from the back of the class quickly gaining Oscar’s attention. He quickly ran towards the back of the class and the camera crew quickly behind him. Oscar tried pulling Jeremy off one of the other kids but he wouldn't move.

"Jeremiah, let go!" Oscar said while falling desperately to get his attention. 

"I'm not letting go Osc! She bit me with her stupid vampire teeth" Jeremiah yelled, still not letting go of his grip becoming stronger. 

"First, I told you even though you are stronger than me to call me Mr. Oscar. Second of all, we said no bad words in the classroom and that included the word stupid.  Now let's just try to be in a loving mood, it's Halloween, don't you guys want to be in a loving mood?!" Oscar asked desperately, trying to convince the kids to let go of each other. All the kids around them were unphased by the interaction, exchanging candies while the fiasco unfolds.

"NO!" Both of the kids exclaim pushing Oscar down towards the floor. He closed his eyes in pain waiting for a few seconds for the floor to eat him alive. He let out a sigh, dragging himself to one of the classroom doors praying that someone, beside Lando or Y/n, would help him out. 

"How are you kids so strong?! Verstappen!  Verstappen please, please help me. Verstappen I know you can see me" Oscar exclaimed as he gripped on the side of the door from the floor. He reached forward holding his leg desperately not wanting him to move. Verstappen stopped dead in his tracks staring down at Oscar with pity. His eyes were nearly covered in tears as he begged him to come and help. Verstappen looked towards the break room as he turned his back from it, taking a step into the classroom but not before quickly rolling his eyes at Oscar. Instantly the kids stopped fighting while the ones that were exchanging candies  sat down hiding their sweets.

"How?" Oscar mouthed to the camera while watching the kids stay like statues with Verstappen.

"I'm  Max Verstappen. Please do not associate me with the principal or I will call the authorities against you. If it were my decision, I would have been principal and I would have said no to this little filming festival you have going around here. But since l am not principal, I have to answer your dumb questions.  I am the other second grade teacher here at Box elementary. The only person I don't get annoyed at in this school is possibly Oscar. He isn't the worst teacher in the world but he isn't the greatest. Kids here can be little shits but I have them under control. Oscar on the other hand doesn't. He lacks control and I truly believe he's one of the kids."  Verstappen said to the camera while moving to the side to let into view a giggling Oscar Piastri exchanging his candies  with his students excitedly.

Meanwhile, Logan and Carlos  walked together to the break lounge ready to eat their lunch and enjoy their break. Both of them worked on the second floor with the middle school kids and they were exhausted.

"Good evening, I'm Logan and I teach seventh grade english. I've been in this school for four years and quite frankly still don't know why I've stayed so long."

Carlos sat down taking his food out of his neatly prepared lunch box while Logan took his mug to serve himself some coffee. Both of them took in the wonderful peace and quiet that surrounded the break lounge, something that it always lacked. But the peace and quiet was interrupted by the door slamming open and a visually alarmed Oscar  coming through, Verstappen following behind shortly after.

"I'm so done with those little pieces of sh.. You"  Oscar took a deep breath pointing at the cameramen. "Stop following me with those stupid cameras. You're making me seem like I'm a bad teacher” he said while his eyes twitched, making Logan hide a chuckle with a cough. He continued to drink his coffee attempting to calm himself.

"I don't think they're making you seem like a bad teacher, maybe you're just being one” Carlos  responded while taking a bite of his sandwich making Logan  "cough" even louder.

"Carlos.  I came to this school the same time Oscar Piastri did and it still surprises me that he is still here. There were fifty new teachers and surprisingly the only two left are Oscar Piastri  and me, I thought he was going to be the first one to leave, yet here he is, still struggling and still not getting the hang of it" Carlos said to the camera while fixing the nonexistent wrinkles of his button up shirt.

"Well, I have you know I am a great teacher! My students say it to me all the time when I get emotional. I bet you don’t even cry with your students. My students and I had a Halloween party, something that didn't even cross your mind to have today. We exchanged candies, had a dance party and watched movies. They love me. I love them. And all you did was bore you kids to death today, I suppose. What did you do? Make them read" Oscar responded angrily while looking at the peaceful Carlos. 

"Actually, yes. We read about the history behind witches. Something you can actually do to learn since you come to school to learn not to party. But I guess you didn't get the memo since all you did was go to frat parties in college" he said taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Jokes on you I wasn't even in a frat. But I just know your kids wanted lollipops and by the way I gave my kids lollipops and none of them threw them at each other so I believe that's progress" Oscar said proudly while looking in the fridge giving his back to the teachers letting them see the back part of his robes covered in lollipops.

"Congrats! You are getting better, Piastri. I am really proud” Logan  applauded while placing his cup of coffee down.

“But I don't think you should get your kids hopes up with Halloween. You should show them the gory things that I showed mine today. Real, scary, halloween movies. When they’ll get older they will thank you for teaching them how to survive a psycho. ” Verstappen responded while sitting next to Carlos.

"Aren't your kids seven?" Carlos asked, concerned, raising an eyebrow at Verstappen.

"And your point is, Carlos Jr.?" Verstappen asked while taking a sip of his black coffee. 

“I already told you, my name isn't Carlos Jr., it's just Carlos" he said seriously while glaring at the man.

"I will not stop spreading love in my classroom.I love Halloween and no one and I mean no one  loves Halloween more than me" Oscar exclaimed sitting down with his arms crossed. 

"Hellooo fellow teachers!" Y/n exclaimed throwing flower petals in the air while entering the break room. 

"I highly doubt it" Logan responded while looking at his best friend, dressed up in her vibrant yellow costume. She was holding onto a basket filled with sweets while her wings neatly placed on her back. Her hair wasn't styled as usual, instead it was pulled back in two braids with her antennas.

"Happy Halloween to you, and you, and you" She said, handing a beautifully devoted Halloween box to each of her coworkers.

Carlos smiled softly, Logan whispered a thanks and Verstappen rolled his eyes, but deep down he loved it. Y/n headed towards Oscar giving him a bigger box than the rest. Oscar blushed hard, taking in the gift in his hand while Y/n placed down her things. 

"Thank you, Y/n. I appreciate it a lot" he said smiling softly but his smile got wider when she sat next to him.

"You're welcome Oscar! By the way, I love your red bull costume. I really like the redbull drink. A lot of my students dressed the same. It looks cute" she said, playing with the ends of Oscar’s long sleeve . 

“Actually, Y/n. Oscar’s dressed as An...” Verstappen started but quickly got cut off by Oscar slamming his hand against the table. 

"Thank you, Y/n! I was trying really hard for that can look. I really like your bee costume. I know everyone was buzzing about it” he said excitedly while trying to hide his  blush. Y/n threw her head laughing hitting Oscar’s shoulder softly making Oscar blush more if it even was possible.  

"Thank you! I wanted to go all out today, I heard that the party was going to be the bomb.” Y/n said winking towards Oscar which made him grin excitedly. 

“You know about that?” Oscar asked confusedly, while taking his food out of his bag. 

“Yeah! My kids were telling me about some big plan you have after recess. I was so excited for the afternoon party I forgot to bring lunch" She smiled at her while opening a water bottle and looking down at her notes to fix anything that was incorrect for the party the school was throwing later today.

"Here, have my sandwich" Oscar exclaimed quickly, planting the sandwich next to her. She looked up from her paper shaking her head.

“Don't worry about it Oscar. You should eat, I can wait until later.” She responded by trying to hand it back at him but he shook his head.

"Have it, I'm not even hungry" Oscar said smiling softly while shrugging trying not to worry her.

"Thank you Oscar! I owe you one" Y/n said, taking a bite while Logan looked at the camera suspiciously while drinking his coffee.

"What? I'm not hungry. My stomach is filled with brownies, candies and cupcakes. Plus the cupcake I had this morning, if Y/n’s hungry I wouldn't mind giving her my food!! Or anyone not necessarily her, I give my food to everyone that wants it, look. Here have this kiwi" Oscar exclaimed while taking out the kiwi he was previously eating and handing it in to a kid that was passing by. The kid stared at Oscar weirdly before continuing walking.

"So,what are you guys doing tonight? Anything special planned in this spooky evening" Oscar asked, trying to change the subject while they all peacefully ate. Everyone stayed quiet but Oscar anxiously taped his finger on the round table making Carlos groan and speak up.

"Well, since you're being nosy, I rented out a movie theater to watch movies tonight with my girlfriend” Carlos responded, closing his book. Y/n squealed, turning to him with a smile. "It was so romantic. What did you get?" Carlos asked, directing himself to Y/n, but she simply shrugged.

“The kids gave me some beautifully made cupcakes, those that count?" She asked sitting next to him, Verstappen laughed making the two stare at him.

“It's sad that you want that to count," he said, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Don't listen to Max, he's just jealous the kids didn't give him anything because they are scared of him” Carlos said, rolling his eyes as Y/n fixed her posture awkwardly. 

"My kids love me, they know my second grade class is the superior one and they did get me sweets. I just don't like them" Verstappen responded, getting a bag of candy and throwing it on the table leaving Carlos in shock.

"Well, maybe you'll get something later, the night is still young" Oscar said suspiciously while looking at the camera with a smirk. As if it were by cue a delivery man opens the door holding a big strawberry bouquet.

“Delivery for Y/n L/n” the delivery man said while reading the card. Y/n excitedly got up taking it in her hands and placing it down on the table picking the card to see from who it was. She quickly smiled at the delivery man saying thanks before he left. All the teachers looked at the bouquet waiting for her to say who it was from.

"Who is it from?" Oscar  asked while standing next to her with a huge grin on his face.

"It says spooky berries from a secret admirer, " she said, picking a strawberry and eating it.

Logan, Carlos and Verstappen stood outside in the hallways with the camera crew Filming them.

"It was Oscar" the trio said at the same time while rolling their eyes.

"This is beautiful! The person that got me this has to know me really well, I love chocolate covered strawberries. They are literally the best thing to ever exist on this planet"

" You see! I know her well!! I got her that gift and went all out! I'm proud of my hard work and the smile on her face is to die for. So ha! I win Halloween" Oscar exclaimed happily at the camera while grinning.

"Breaks over, I need my teachers in their classrooms so they can take the kids to that dumb party Y/n’s making" Lando said entering the lounge and getting himself some coffee.

"Nothing you can do will ruin my mood today, Lando. So I will take that as a compliment" She responded, taking a picture of the strawberries.

"You got yourself that gift? That's sad, even for you L/n" Lando responded while taking a sip of the drink.

"Actually, it was a secret admirer," she responded, not even looking at him.

"Oscar, it was Oscar" Lando said, looking at the camera in the hallway while taking a bite of a strawberry he had taken from Y/n's gift.

"Also how are you guys enjoying the reality show we have going on here?" Lando asked, winking at the camera.

"I feel watched and stalked" Verstappen responded seriously.

"I didn't ask you. Oscar?" Lando turned his head towards Oscar who started to pick up his things so he could head back to his classroom. 

"This isn't a reality show Lando. it's a documentary for schools with poor funding so I don't think we should be proud of that” he said while standing up and putting his tote bag on his shoulder. 

"You know what I'm not proud of, the fact I haven't received my Valentine's Day gift yet" Lando said only for him to hear. Oscar shivers while looking at him with the same expression as before. "Now everyone chop chop. We don't have all day" he continued while applauding obnoxiously.

Everyone started leaving the teachers lounge leaving Oscar to himself to open the box Y/n had given him, he slowly opened the box and opened his eyes wide when he saw the gift.

"Oh, I've known about Oscars' crush ever since he started working here. But I love seeing the reactions he does when he thinks I don't know a thing about the little gestures he does for me. That's why I decided that I should give something back" Y/n said smiling to the camera holding the gift she had received from him. In the background you could see Oscar dancing excitedly and when Y/n turned around to look at him, he froze waving at her trying to act cool which Y/n responded with a smile while quickly turning to her classroom.

Oscar looked at his kids jumping up and down at the party and he smiled. He looked at the camera men and then down at his hands.

"I'm going on a date today" He said screaming while joining his kids in a dance battle.

Logan looked at Oscar and then at his best friend from the other side of the school gym and smiled softly at her.

"You asked him out, didn't you?" Logan asked, looking at Y/n.

"Yes, I think he’s cute." She responded while looking at the dancing Oscar. Both of them looked at how Oscar huddled up with the kids pushing a car to make the kids star driving. A few seconds in, a kid “runs’ over another ones leg making them cry.

“I though he meant toy cars?! Seven year olds don’t have diverse license”  

[strawberrymochin]

𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ☕ ᝰ.ᐟ

satosugu x fem!reader

Synopsis- Satoru once came across a rumour regarding a cafe he visited years ago. Rumour has, it possesses the capability to whisk one back in time— to the past. He never took time travel seriously. After all it was a law of nature, a string left to be untouched even by jujutsu. Yet, now years later, he finds himself fiddling in front of the cafe contemplating whether to get in or not. 

Warnings- time travel!au, gojo travels back in time to meet geto one last time and talk to him without regrets, so so so angsty with fluffy fluff that makes one melt, deep conversations, emotional conflict, mentions of death & blood, geto being so soft with gojo, reader being so cold to gojo, cozy vibes, based on ‘before the coffee gets cold’ by toshikazu kawaguchi.

Word count- 4.3k

a/n- omg! i finished writing this in one day. i had this idea ever since i read the series. i really wanted satoru to travel back in time and meet geto. this is a fic i wrote for me. please tell me if this brings a smile on your face. comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. do read the book its amazing and yeah have a good day besties. oh and a yuuta fic is coming soon.

Gojo satoru, always had a big cocky smile plastered to his face. A smile which overshadowed his eyebags, his half healed melancholic wounds and his regrets. 

He loved being a jujutsu sorcerer. But often he had not. Especially, when past memories come back overflowing in his mind, drowning him out of the present. Sinking him in the despair of not being able to save someone who was so close to his heart. And he regretted it. 

He regretted the words he left unsaid to geto suguru, the one who once claimed to be his best friend. 

The one, who's body is lying, trapped in cold webs of death. 

Gojo wasn't a person who had enough time to reminisce about the past. He had to take care of missions, exorcising curses, teach his beloved students and save the youth of the young generation to feel less guilty. 

Most of the days being hectic which he'd spend with the same cocky smile, grinning from teeth to teeth. And yet amongst his tight schedule which only allows him 3 hours of slumber, he still couldn't get a brink of sleep without having flashed the face of his best friend. 

And the familiar feeling of having a lump in the throat, unable to shout out the words he intended to say. He intended to cry out desperately for geto to stop. To not leave him behind. 

But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get one word past his lips. He just simply couldn't. Maybe because he knew geto wouldn't listen. Or maybe he was afraid of rejection. Whatever the reason might be, back then, now it's all excuses. 

Years later, the itch of unable to form those words still persists and it grows each day. Thrives in the threshold of the suppressed emotions gojo has buried deep in his heart. 

Yet.

And yet.

Here he was, standing infront of the cafe ‘lá láttes’ contemplating whether to get in or not. 

He used to frequent this cafe with geto during his first and second years. Before everything went wrong. 

Geto always found this one cafe, a bit peculiar with bits of comfort hidden inside. He loved coming to this cafe and always used to order pumpkin spice latte without the maple syrup. Odd indeed gojo thought. 

Though he loved the way geto drank up his latte, the way he used to gulp and nod satisfactorily at the taste being not very sweet. 

The cafe was situated at the outskirts of Tokyo, back in a narrow alley. It was a basement cafe with only 9 seats to offer. Most of the time it didn't attract any new customers but only a bunch of regulars, among whom geto was one.

The cafe still looked the same from a decade ago. Only a little to no renovations were noticed. 

The board which displayed the cafe's name was still covered with the big leaves of a money plant curling itself from the stand. 

Clang-dong

The glass door opened as gojo shifted his head to the other direction trying to appear nonchalant. He slowly brought back his vision to the person who came outside to dump the trash. The recognition rang through in his mind as pictures of the owner flashed in his mind. He has grown old, now grey tainting his previous brown hair.

The owner looked at gojo, dusting off his hands, as his eyes narrowed at him. 

“Omg, the blue eyed? Aren't you?” 

Gojo frozen for a second, mentally cursing himself for gaping at the owner. Smiling nervously, he nodded at the owner, “good afternoon.” 

“Haha, good afternoon, you've grown up quite a bit hah!” The owner closed the distance between them before grabbing the door handle and opening it. “Come in. Let me treat ya’.” He said, gesturing to him to come inside. 

“Oh no! You don't have to.” Hands vigorously shaking criss cross, not wanting to freeload. The cafe itself has a very few customer base, gojo can't sit right with the idea of freeloading. 

“Nah! It's on the house. Come in boy!” the owner dragged him in. 

Clang-dong

The doorbell chimed through the staircase as the owner guided him downstairs to the basement. The smell hasn't changed too, musky and rich with the aroma of crushed coffee beans. 

As expected the cafe was empty except for two customers, one occupying the seat very last to the third row. His back hunched over several magazines, scribbling information on a small notepad. 

While the other one was a lady in white, a big straw hat placed on her table while she read a novel with golden letters printed on the covers —‘The lovers’, barely looking up from the book. 

Gojo recognised her as a regular. He'd noticed her often when he tagged along with geto. She wore the same white flowy dress down her knees and always read the same novel. 

The owner asked him to sit on the counter and order a drink of his choice, passing him the menu card. 

“Pumpkin spice latte,” gojo said without bothering to look at the menu. “Without maple syrup.” His eyes growing foggy as distant memories start clouding his mind. He sighed, before turning to look at the regular seat they used to occupy. The middle one in the first row. 

Did geto still used to visit this cafe even after they stopped contacting each other? He couldn't help but wonder. 

“Do you know the rumours about this cafe?” Geto said, sipping on his pumpkin spice. 

“Rumours?” 

“Yes, people say this cafe can whisk one back in time.” Gojo choked on his drink trying to suppress the laugh bubbling in his throat. “Really? You want me to believe in this shit?” 

“Naah! But it's interesting, even a jujutsu sorcerer can't interfere with time.” geto’s crescent moons crinkled a bit as he quirked a sassy eyebrow at him. “If you could go back in time, who would you meet?” geto asked raising his eyebrows. 

“I simply wouldn't.” 

“Huh? Why?” 

“Because it's not possible.” Gojo laughed it off, while geto just sulked a little. He firmly believed that interfering with the flow of time isn't possible. It could distort the world and just simply impossible. 

He didn't answer geto’s question back then. 

He wondered why?

Maybe because he didn't have any reason to go back.

But what about now?

“Here…” the owner passed the pumpkin spice latte to gojo as he muttered thanks to the owner. “So, haven't seen you here for a while…. where's your friend?” 

Gojo stopped midway on his sip of latte, he looked at the owner and put the glass back down. “eh…you see…” he couldn't quite find the right words to say. Normally he would have maintained his composure and maybe even winked and said ‘sowwy I killed him.’ with a peace sign included. 

However he seemed unable to regain his normal demeanor. The mask he put on for so long was broken. And it shattered into pieces with his vulnerable self showing, bare to the world. He felt ashamed for no reason. 

“He…um is dead.” Awkwardly shifting in the round stool, he couldn't meet his gaze with the owner. As if he could see through him and will be disgusted by the truth. The truth he hated for so long— of killing his best friend with his own hands. 

Of abandoning the corpse unable to handle the burden, leaving it to rot. Gojo felt disgusted, yet he masked himself with the same cocky smile he was fed up of wearing and went to his students.

Oh how awfully obnoxious he felt. 

And how desperately he wanted things to change. 

Later that night, he kept on washing his hands for hours. Scrubbing his skin with his nails, scraping the hands tainted in the blood of his beloved. 

His hands were clean. 

Though the red splatters of blood kept appearing again and again. 

“Oh,” the owner gulped, shifting his eyes from gojo to the kitchen. 

Gojo opened his mouth once again. He had practiced these words for the past week. He was the strongest. Then why was he getting nervous now? He gulped his own saliva trying to moisten his dried throat. 

The pumpkin spice latte was still untouched. 

“I wa—” he didn't get to finish his sentence as the owner interrupted him. His old wrinkled eyes now had a dull spark. Dangerous even, saying to be left untarnished but as if compelled to a spell, he spilled the words in gojo's stead. “So, you want to go back in time.” 

If you could go back in time, who would you meet?

“Yes,” gojo lets out a shaky breath, wiping his clammy hands on the fabric of his pants. “Yes, I do.” 

He sounded desperate, for he'd been wretched in anguishing fraught, so long that now the cry echoed in his ears. He'd seen geto, controlled by kenjaku. His body, being used even after his death— a weapon. 

Is this the curse of being a jujutsu sorcerer? 

He regretted the very moment. If only he'd said those words back then maybe the present he was living in would be a bit different. 

If only he tried a little hard.

If only. 

“Why?” the owner asked him with unwavering eyes, piercing through his soul. “What reason do you have to go back?”

“I…there are words I need to convey.” Gojo gulped feeling hot and sweaty even though the basement was well ventilated. The owner narrowed his eyes as if scrutinizing him. “Can I really go back in time? I really need to tell him something.” 

The owner stayed quiet. His hands simply wiping the inside of the freshly washed glasses. “Sounds trivial.” 

A voice emerges from the kitchen as you handle the owner, a fresh pack of coffee beans yet to be grinded. 

“Wha—” 

“Y/n! Don't be rude to customers.” The owner said in hushed voice, which was clearly audible as the cafe was almost empty. 

You rolled your eyes at gojo and get back in the kitchen. 

“I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior.” 

“Oh…it's fine.” Gojo stayed quiet a while clearly offended but when the owner said nothing more, he stood up from his seat. That's right it was a rumour after all. Time travel isn't possible, what is he on drugs or something? He felt dumb for believing in something even kids wouldn't trust.

“I'm sorry for taking up your time. I'd like to pay for the drink.”

“eh…you're not going back?”

“To where?” 

“To the past.” 

“I…I can? It's true.” 

The owner smiled wryly before answering, “yes. It's true.”

Gojo felt like a dummy and his head spinning, he didn't wanted to believe in this, yet the slightest chance to meet geto and maybe change the future. 

“Though I would like to inform you, one can't change the present.” gojo’s eyes widened as if caught red handed stealing. He didn't get it, if all this was a joke or he was the joke. 

“Huh?” 

“You can travel back in time. That's upon the customer to decide. If you want, sure you can. But…” 

“But?” 

“Traveling back in time comes with lots of risk. And there are certain rules. One of them being— you can't change the present.” The owner explained now pouring the fresh coffee beans into the grinder. 

“What do you mean? Isn't a change back in the past followed by a change in the future?” 

“Well it's for the folks. However, no. You cannot change the present,” the owner waved his palm flat in the air, gesturing him to return to his seat. “You can try but the present will not be altered. A friend, dead will not be alive even if you try to prevent it.” 

“So are you still willing to go…even if the present can't be changed?” The owner shifted the grinded beans into the pot, ready to brew a handmade fresh cup of coffee, while waiting for gojo’s reply. 

Gojo looked back to the seat they used to occupy in the past. So what if he's still dead? If gojo can somehow share his feelings, or maybe even see his face— see geto, the real geto, the one who has its own soul and not controlled by kenjaku, the one who recognises gojo. It won't be that bad right?

“I still want to go,” gojo was disappointed, but even if seeing geto for one last time was possible he would not miss it. He'd regretted not acting upon his impulse before and he doesn't want to regret it again. Not now, given any benefit of doubts. 

“Sure.” The owner nods painfully slow, having gojo rethink if this isn't some vile prank. 

“So..?” 

“Oh, I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a while. The specific seat is now occupied by…um the lady in white. Y/n can explain the rules to you meanwhile.”

“Why? I can just request her to unoccupy the seat for a while.” Gojo suggested, standing up when the owner halted his actions. “Oh no! I'd suggest you not.” 

“Why?” 

“You see…the lady is…a ghost.” 

“A curse you mean…I can exorcise it.” 

“No. A ghost. Not a curse.” 

“Are you kidding me? If the thing is just a rumour you could just tell me the truth. There's no need to make excus—” The owners deadpan look caused his words to die midway. 

“How long do I've to wait?” 

“A little while. She will soon go to the washroom. You can finish your drink till then.” 

Gojo had no other option but to comply with the owner's words. He tried using his six eyes but for some reason it didn't work well as if the cafe has its own domain blocking out the powers of other jujutsu. 

A while later gojo had ordered two more drinks he finished sipping and the lady was still glued to her seat. ‘what a bummer!’ he thought. 

You walked out again from the kitchen this time with a bunch of paper napkins. “Why are you still here?” 

“Y/n!” The owner hushed you again, explaining you the entire situation and ushering you to explain the rules to gojo, who was sitting confused. 

You hated when people came here to travel back in time. The fact you even hated yourself more than you've to be involved in this.

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you step infront of the white haired guy. “I expect you know the rules?” You cocked an irritated eyebrow at him.

“Um…no.” 

“Ah…I might advise you to run away then. The rules aren't made for someone weak.” You smirk clearing away his empty cups for a wash.

“do you even know who I am? I'm gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer throughout heaven and earth.” he'd enough of your brat behavior.

“The strongest in your dreams…why are you so desperate to go back then? Do you regret anything you should've done but couldn't since you're a coward?” 

“Y/n!,” the owner scolded you, as you rolled your eyes again. “I'm sorry, she's always sensitive when we have customers wanting to travel back in time.” Gojo just nods at the owner. Your bitter words rang through his ears. And worse that you're more or less right. 

Do you regret anything you should've done but couldn't since you're a coward?

“I will be stating the rules…better be attentive.” You say taking in a deep breath calming your raging heart. 

“you can't change the present no matter how hard you try.

“you must sit in a specific seat for being able to travel back in time.

“you can only meet people who have been in the cafe.

“Once you're back in the past you can not get up from the seat. If you do, you will be forced back to the present. 

“Your time starts in the past once I start pouring the coffee in your cup and it lasts till your last sip of the coffee.

“That many?! Isn't it too overboard?” gojo interrupts you, his jaw opened wide hitting the counter. “Overboard or not. You've to follow…” 

The creaking noise hits both of your ears drawing attention to the lady in white. She slowly raised from her seat, flipping the book shut and placing it on the table. Emptying the seat, she went outside to the left, where the bathroom was. 

Clang-dong

Gojo looked at you. 

“Alright go take your seat.” 

What's so special about this specific seat? He thought but went anyway. Upon settling in the seat, he realised it’s no different from the ordinary chairs. Pretty much the same, however the temperature of the air surrounding the half of the table was slightly different from the rest of the cafe. It was a bit cold. 

Will he now go back to the past?

To geto suguru? 

What will he say? 

He'd practiced it so many times in his head, in front of the mirror, on his way to this cafe and yet he felt completely blank right now. 

He won't be able to change the present or the future, still….

You came over to his seat carrying a silver tray with a kettle of similar silver. There was nothing so special about the cups you placed infront of him too, clearing away the previously used ones of the lady in white. 

Gojo’s blank mind had millions of thoughts flooding now. What will he do if he ends up at the wrong time? Will he really travel back time? 

“You just need to imagine the time your friend was sure to visit while I pour the coffee.” You say, picking up on his thoughts, brewing the coffee now. 

The rich aroma of the coffee filled the entire atmosphere surrounding him. He wasn't really fond of coffee, especially hand brewed ones, he looked for the owner, his old eyes plastered on the glassdoor. 

“I will pour your cup now. Just remember to finish the entire cup before the coffee gets cold.” 

“what happens if I don't?”

“Then you will be sitting as a ghost in this seat until someone else occupies your position.” Gojo shot his head up to look at you, your eyes had the same deadpan look as the owner. “Just sip it before it gets cold and you will be fine.” 

You start pouring the coffee without allowing gojo anymore questions. 

He was about to speak, he didn't understand the last rule. What did it mean? But he couldn't get any voice out of his throat. 

A thin string of hot steam coming from his coffee gulped him in as if he was the steam himself, flowing up along with it. The three clocks surrounding the walls of the cafe now became big and blurry yet striking clear. Its hands are each revolving in different directions. It's not the time to think about what's happening. He closes his eyes, trying to imagine the day geto would surely make his visit. 

Saturday mornings.

Soon gojo’s waving body materialized as he felt his sensations back. His eyes still closed shut. Slowly he opened his eyes. The cafe was pretty much same. Nothing changed. Except it being totally empty. And at the counter a much younger owner. 

Did he really travel back in time?

But he was all alone. Geto wasn't in the cafe. 

The owner looked at him, and ignored. 

“Um…” gojo said, trying to get the owner’s attention. 

“Yes…oh the blue eyed. What happened?” He asked concerned, the wrinkles under his eyes looked much softer. 

Clang-dong

Gojo looked behind the owner, his breath hitching as his eyes widened. 

It was geto suguru. 

The owner followed gojo’s eyes and welcomed geto in. 

“suguru…” his voice barely a whisper echoed through the entire cafe. 

Geto, who finally noticed, freezed a while, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Satoru?” Geto gulped, before awkward tugging his hands back in his pockets, unwillingly walking up to him and sitting down at the seat opposite to him. “The regular…” geto ordered, before turning his head back to gojo. 

“Why are you here?” Geto asked directly. 

“I…uh I was just passing by.” He lied. 

Geto leaned back in his seat, his eyes unreadable. 

Gojo sucked in a breath. What is he doing? This isn't why he was here. He wanted to talk. But he couldn't find his words again. He gulped thickly ready to blurt any incoherent talk at him. 

Gojo didn't think anymore. He didn't cared about words any more, he just wanted to have one last conversation. 

“just why?” Geto hissed, “why did you come back?” 

He knew?

“I…ah..”

“Satoru you can't expect me not to know when you're sitting here in this seat.” He blurted frustratingly, bringing his thumb and index to massage his temples. 

“I wanted to apologize,” he met his eyes with geto, saying nothing for a while. The owner brought and placed geto’s pumpkin spice on the table, whisking himself away to the kitchen to leave both of them alone. 

“Drink.” Geto ordered. 

“What?” 

“Drink the coffee, you moron!” He let his head fall in his palms, before groaning. 

Gojo sipped the bitter coffee a bit, placing the cup back down to the saucer. It was still warm. 

“Why are you so infuriated—” 

“How can I not satoru? You know you're being mean. Why must you do so? Just sip the entire coffee and go back.”

“No!” he protested, maybe first time being so vulnerable to someone but he didn't care. “No, I want to talk to you!” 

“satoru ple—” 

“Suguru, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being with you when I should've been there. Sorry I turned a blind eye to you. Sorry for neglecting you. I told myself I was the strongest…but no I'm not. You asked me if I'm the strongest because I'm satoru gojo or I'm satoru gojo because I'm the strongest…let me answer you,” he took in a deep breath before continuing, “I'm not the strongest suguru. I'm not. I was the strongest— because of you. Because you were with me. Because we were the strongest, suguru. I'm the worst friend ever. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I couldn't stop you that day. I wanted to, desperately. I wanted you to stop and not leave me behind alone. I wanted you to think of me suguru. But I couldn't say that.” 

The cafe was silent. So was geto. He never expected gojo to burst out like this. 

“So…do I die or what?” Geto laughed at gojo’s face twisting into horror. “So I do die.” 

“How can you laugh?” Gojo asked him as geto pointed him to sip on the coffee, which he did. 

“I'm laughing at how messed up you look without me…did you have a hard time?” gojo doesn't answer him trying to calm himself down. 

“Listen bummer, you don't have to feel guilty. I chose this path on my own. And I don't regret it, even if I die. Just take care of your shit.” geto sighed, “though I'm skeptical about the one who unalives me…bet it’d be you—” geto halts mid sentence.

Gojo felt something wet in his face, afraid, he brought his hands up to his face, wiping it only to find his tears. Great, he just cried infront of him. 

Geto gulped thickly, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry,” he bit his lips before continuing. “atleast you could do is curse me a little at the very end.” 

Geto’s words made him cry even harder. He didn't try to stop him though.

“satoru, please don't be mean to me, gulp the entire coffee and go back before it gets cold. You wouldn't want me to go into another depressive slump will ya’.” he forwarded his hand hesitatingly, wrapping around gojo’s. He knew the rules of this cafe, and he didn't wanted satoru to stay any longer, considering the bigger threat that looped at gojo’s neck. He didn't wanted the coffee to get cold and gojo to be stuck forever in the time loop becoming the next ghost to haunt the seat. 

“Drink it for me, will ya’.” he said in the most sweetest voice gojo will ever hear again and wiping his tears with the other hand he forwarded the cup to gojo. 

Unwillingly, gojo gulps the bitter coffee, not caring for the aftertaste, his time would end soon. He grips suguru’s hand even tighter. He didn't tell him about kenjaku or the mistakes he'd made, but at least he didn't regretted anymore. 

“Be safe and healthy for me.” Suguru’s words echoed through his ears as he lost his sensations in his body, as if floating upwards. geto's grip on gojo's hand wavered as if he's holding onto air. 

He will not regret anymore. 

“I love you.” he shouted, uncertain, if his voice would reach to geto or not. But he did shout. And geto smiled. He smiled as sweetly as the ocean smiles to those who willingly drown. He muttered something to gojo which wasn't audible to him. And before he knew he opened his eyes in the present again. 

You stood up straight from the counter, sighing in relief, before whisking yourself back to the kitchen. 

“I'm glad you came back safe.” said the owner.

“Yes. Yes thankyou.” He didn't knew but his cheeks still had those tear stains the owner chose to ignore. 

He didn't get to listen to suguru's last words but he didn't regretted anymore. 

“Move.” the lady in white commanded as gojo immediately stood up walking straight to the counter. 

“I'd like to pay.” 

“Yeah. But the pumpkin spice latte’s on the house.” 

“Sure.” Gojo smiled brightly, and for the first time in years he felt it wasn't a mask but a genuine smile. He'd soon catch up with geto.

“ So that will be 2700 yen.” 

“Here.” 

Clang-dong.

The lady in white sat on her seat and opened the novel again; the one titled The lovers.

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[scariusaquarius]

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.

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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!!!

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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

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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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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[poetryincostume]

I’ve been a combination of burnt out and uninspired and busy with work which means I have done next to no personal sewing for a distressingly long time. I did, however, teach myself to knit a few months ago after twenty years of failing and months of yearning for Audrey Horne’s red jumper (but in black.) I haven’t finished said jumper, but it is mostly done!

One thing I have, however, completed is reupholstering this chair I use in my bedroom! I picked this up off eBay in the depths of the first covid lockdown with every intention of reupholstering it. Four years, a whole new bedroom later and this totally period correct dinosauria linen, the chair is finally has a whole new life!

This Edwardian corner chair was in sad state. The base webbing was rotten and falling apart, and when I took it apart I very much regretted having this chair sitting as was in my personal space for so long so filled with dust and filth and rotten canvas.

Cotton and linen upholstery herringbone tape and a sturdy cavalry twill from my stash make up the base. The chair was padded with hair canvas and layers of silk-cotton padding from my stash sandwiched with more twill. Although this was a long overdue project, it was only half consciously planned so a lot of improv in terms of ‘proper’ materials happened.

To trim, all that I had to hand that felt appropriate was this vintage French fringe. It isn’t really right for a chair but turned out well as the body of the chair is pockmarked with its history of shoddy reupholsters over the years. The end result is ridiculous and kitschy and I love it.

Most importantly I have enough fabric and trims left to make a few cushions to match.

[mistydeyes]

Hi,if you’re not busy can you write a fic of Cod characters with a cia agent gf ?

yes ofc! yk i love a good little government agent gf moment :)

a double life

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summary: From hidden occupations to a particular set of skill sets, the 141 learns to adapt to having a girlfriend who has all the right qualifications (and who could completely kick their ass).

pairing: Task Force 141 x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of weapons/violence

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price

"Sorry I can't be there to meet you, Price," Laswell spoke over the web camera feed, "got tied up in South America." Price nodded as he held the bridge of his nose, Laswell had promised her best field agent to act as a point person for their mission in New Zealand. However, just the thought of some middle-aged retired veteran or worse yet, hot-shot rookie, made his headache pound even further. "She's a good one, Price," Laswell reassured, "skilled in practically every major language and the best marks in her physical fitness examination." "Yes Kate, I read her file, but it seems like you failed to include a photo-" He was interrupted by a sturdy knock at the door. "Looks like she's here."

As you cracked the door open, you practically dropped the files that sat in your arms. "What are you doing here?" Price asked jovially and you could feel the breath release from your sternum, "didn't expect an on-base visit like this." As the pieces began to fit together, you realized he didn't know what you were actually there for. "John, Kate sent me here," you whispered as you shut the door gently, "heard you're going to New Zealand." As the realization hit him like an oncoming train, you braced for impact. "You-you work for the CIA?" he asked almost foolishly and you nodded in response. "I did say I worked in Virginia," you corrected, "and you had to know my surprise visit yesterday wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment thing." Price could feel his headache reach a fever pitch as he reviewed your file again. "Then what's with the name?" he asked, "you lie about that too." You let out a laugh as you explained, "People have nicknames and mother's maiden names, John." As you sat back in your chair and crossed your legs, Price wondered what he had done for the universe to gift him you.

soap

Despite your initial reservations, Johnny was quite good at keeping your occupation vague and nonchalant in conversation. You were honest about your work in central intelligence and he took that secret to the grave. Your long-distance relationship was written off as you working in some company in DC and no one batted an eye at your occasional inference at military strategy or surveillance techniques. When you returned home, you would always be sure to show him extra appreciation for his covertness. "Tryna make me patriotic?" he would joke before you would kiss him and stifle his laughs.

However, he loved testing your skill set and seeing if you were as trained of an operative as your file read. "Let's see what they teach you over there, Bonnie," he joked as he lined up his sights at the air gun range. You refrained from kicking him as you stood back to watch him. You almost let out a laugh when you saw his small pellet ricochet just slightly off target. "Hmm and that's why Ghost is your long-range weapons specialist," you teased as he got up and switched positions. You breathed in as you looked down your sights and positioned your rifle towards the farthest target on the range. "You Americans, always so fucking cocky," he muttered under his breath before you quickly shut him up with a quick shot directly into the center of the target. The metal hen spun around widely at your expert marksmanship and you exhaled your held breath. You stood up and tried to size up your tall boyfriend. "Best 2/3?" you offered and you smiled as he kissed your forehead before ushering you out of the way to try again. "Fucking CIA training," he whispered as he got into position again. "You say something, you glorified sergeant?"

gaz

It was 4 am when you arose from the bed and leaned into Kyle, taking in his warmth and seeking refuge from the cold London air. You could always rely on your boyfriend to be your human-sized space heater. As you laid your head across his chest, you could feel him stir lightly. "Time to go already, love?" he asked with his eyes still closed and you muttered in confirmation. You always knew what challenges came with living so far away from the States but you had someone who made it all worth it. He kissed your forehead lightly as you rolled off the bed. You tried to quietly make your way to the bathroom to let him get some more hours of precious sleep but upon your return, it was clear Kyle was more awake than before.

"You sure you don't need me to drive you to the airport?" he offered yet again as you dressed quickly in dress slacks and a blouse. "MI6 is sending a car," you explained as you collected your overnight bag, "just try to get some sleep, my love. I'll text you when I land in Langley." Despite your soft kiss on the cheek, Kyle still pouted as you pulled away. "Don't understand why you can't be a liaison officer for us," he mumbled but you ruffled his hair slightly. "When the position becomes available, I'll be the first application on there," you smiled, doing a final check of your things, "just tell Price to write me a hell of a recommendation letter." With that, you shared another long kiss as you slightly cringed at his morning breath. "I'll be sure to say hi to the cybercrime analysis team for you, hopefully, they'll actually take my advice this time," you laughed before exiting out of your apartment and embracing the cold English air you had grown to love.

ghost

When the question arose of your occupation, you would always smile and defer to being just an "American government worker." However, you always knew Simon had more than just an inkling as to your occupation. When you spoke about military strategy, and combat techniques, or even had various conversations in different languages over the phone, it was clear to him that you were more than just a civilian. The shock didn't even resonate with him when you uttered the words, "Paramilitary Operations Officer," it all seemed to fall into place. He wouldn't bat an eye when it came to long stretches of days that you were in minimal contact with him. "I'll be back," you would reassure as you pulled on a dark hoodie and headed out the door with a bag. Simon would always be there to clean your wounds and ice your bruises.

It was a shock when Simon hadn't heard from you in a month. You had left in the middle of the day in a black Mercedes that disappeared off the English skyline. It was the unfortunate timing that he had been on leave when you left and there had been no word from Price regarding a new mission. Every morning, he would turn over in your king-sized bed expecting to see you smiling back at him. However, the days dragged on without any information meeting his ears. You could practically still picture his terrified face when you turned the key into the door and slammed your bag down. Simon paused upon seeing your blackened eye and wrapped knuckles. The eye bags on your delicate face further added worry to the situation. "Don't ask," you whispered as you fell into his chest, "intel was shit." That was all Simon needed to lift you gently and place you back on the couch. As he held you in his arms with an ice pack to your eye, you slightly pulled away from his touch. "I promised I would come back, didn't I?"

[traffys-heart]

good luck on your exams! wish you the best.

your loser virgin law prompts are sooo good. and i need a place to vent my similar feelings/headcanons

he has a proactive poster of pink poison from the germa series. it’s her posed, wings out and her hands behind her head. one of her legs is bent, almost like a flamingo. obvs it’s literally based on reiju, so when he sees sanji for the first time he’s a little attracted to him since he looks so much like her (and it confuses the hell out of him)

he jerked it to a medical diagram in his teenage years. it was a real picture of a vulva in a book, in comparison to the typical drawing. he got ahead of himself though, failing to realise it was a diagram to help diagnose and recognise thrush.

his first exposure to real porn was during the time he travelled with the straw hats to dressrosa after punk hazard. in the men’s dorm on the bookshelf, not understanding it was sanji’s personal collection. he looks at the images, fascinated and taking notes. he knows the motion of the ocean, but to see how it actually works. what he fails to know is that is a service top magazine. the images were focused on the men pleasuring the woman, and he takes that as how sex goes. he can stay in control, but give his partner as much pleasure as possible.

body fluids is a big no. but the minute he reads about how orgasms can help with period cramps, there’s nothing he would enjoy more. he doesn’t mind blood— he’s used to it from the violence and surgeries he perform— but the idea of the only blood not born out of accident or violence really tickles the freak side of him

i have a couple others, but I wanna hear your opinions first 🤭

yess i feel like ppl on twitter understand better the loser that law truly is!! don’t let his pretty face deceive u he probably has his own spot in the eltingville club

anyways living for one sided sanlaw and law awkwardly staring at sanji during crew interactions which usually gets misinterpreted into glaring daggers at the blond. (tbh for some reason ive always seen sanlaw in the context of coralaw so it never really interested me but this is soooo much better)

jerking it to thrush is insane but tbh if u have never seen pussy before u gotta work w what u got. law getting hard over medical diagrams esp those of women w their breasts exposed or in what he would consider compromising positions is def high up there for some of my fav hcs.

as much as i would love for him to be a skilled pussy eater ik those magazines aren’t teaching him shit </3 im sorry men trying to replicate anything they’ve seen in porn 99/100 times never works and always leaves both parties w embarrassment. that being said, the idea of law developing a fixation of eating u out from porn is hot. he kinda thinks he knows what he’s doing (he doesn’t) but most of the time he just wants to bury his face underneath ur skirt and feel u up.

ive never been comfortable enough to have period sex before so im a little unsure how to breach this topic but i do not see law having a problem w u on ur period when trying to get freaky. he’s a horny surgeon, blood isn’t gonna stop the guy. pls let him finger u while he sucks on ur sore tits bc he’s a doctor and he guarantees it’ll make them feel better. he definitely gets a rush watching the deep red mix with the creamy webs on his hand.

i would love to hear ur other ideas nonnie! i really do love writing for law and seeing other ppl expand upon my own ideas is just the best feeling ever <3

[sashasspace]

Read Manga Online

REQUIRED: SimKatu's Desktop Override + XML Injector — SCUMBUMBO

MUST HAVE THE BOOKWORM TRAIT*

UPDATE Jan 5/2025: Thank you SonozakiSisters for catching some minor errors ♥ 1. I have updated some stuff like the interaction appearing for all sims when it's meant for bookworm sims only. 2. The interaction won't complete on its own unless you cancel it, so I fixed that, too. 3. I also fixed the inspired moodlet to have +3. 4. Lastly, I created a cute custom buff for sims who complete the want! (look at the second last pic to see the buff) I hope your weekend is/was amazing ♥

Growing up in Ontario Canada, I loved reading manga. My library had many for me to read and I used to get so excited! Recently, while I was playing with a cringe sim [For Rent], I noticed an interaction called scour for memes and it's when a sim is feeling playful, they can search for memes online. I was so shocked at how cute the screen looked while my sim was looking at these memes because it reminded me of the manga I would scroll and read.

Long story short, I found out it's an override after going into the vanilla game LOL! However, I still felt it would be nice for bookworm sims to have this and to share it for storytelling purposes.

How does the mod work?

You click the PC, and go to the web section, and click "Read Manga". Then your sim will read a manga and have one of 6 moodlets (4 positive & 2 negative as seen in the last picture). There's a custom want your sim can have too and it only shows up for bookworm sims. This mod is for child to elder sims. All ages have the same moodlets, except I removed the confident buff for the child sim.

Don't forget to download Simkatu's override and XML injector mod for it to show up in the game.

At this point... Bookworm Overhaul mod may just be a thing, and I will combine analyze books, read manga, and a future wip all into one mod LOL!!!

Fun fact: I made the icon for the custom want by using two in-game icons and combining them (I used base game and hsy icon I believe). I think this is my first interaction mod too? I love how much I'm learning with this journey of modding. Thank you for being patient with me♥

Credit

DanitySimmer & ImTashaMonet for teaching me about modding

SimKatu for the lovely desk override

Bookwormsims for encouraging me to make mods for bookworms

ThatssoJordy for always pushing me

Zerbu MC5, XML injector, Sims4Studio, Lot51 tuning, Nisa Tuning Error Notifier, TwistedMexi Better Exceptions, Lumpinou Wants Reroll & The Sims/ EA Maxis.

SonozakiSisters for helping me with understanding weights for moodlets to not appear

Brazilian Portuguese Translation

Russian Translation

French Translation

Ukrainian Translation

Spanish Translation

Thank you for all your support!

Sending lots of love and positive vibes,

Sasha 

For any modder who wants to translate any of my mods, I don't mind if you upload it on your Patreon or any other website that monetizes, BUT I do not want you to post it on CurseForge. I would also like it if you keep the mods up publicly for download no early access.

I realized I didn't post the mod on my tumblr ♥