#i wasn't sure how to answer this for a bit

[all-with-angel]

—Sick day

❥ How they take care of you when you're sick! (And minimizing it)

❥ Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna x gn!reader [separate]

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“I’m fine,” you rasped. Your throat hurt more than you expected. “It’s just a little fever. ”

Your feet, bare and trembling, stuck to the chill of the linoleum as you stood by the counter. One hand braced against the edge. Everything was hazy, like you were underwater and the air around you didn’t quite know how to sit still. Heat throbbed at the back of your neck, uncomfortably scrawling down your back as sweat clung to your clothes.

Still, you told yourself it wasn’t that bad. It was just a fever. A little dizziness. Maybe the flu.

Nothing a nap couldn’t fix.

"You're obviously not okay." He mused, voice a little tighter than a moment ago. God, as much as you loved his voice, every word felt like another hit to your growing headache.

"I said I'm fine-" You turned around quickly, whipping your head in his direction and snapping out an answer. That was clearly the wrong decision as you felt your vision swim and suddenly you were distantly aware that you were about to be very well acquainted with the cold floor.

❥ SATORU GOJO

Satoru had caught you before you were even so much as close to leaning too far to the right, his mouth uncharacteristically pulled into a frown. One that wasn't just a simple pout.

He watched you closely, every breath and uncomfortable shift was known to his eyes. After a few seconds of him squinting those bright blue eyes at you, he sighed in resignation- Voice returning to its usual chipper tone.

"Alright! To the doctors we go!" He hupped once, and suddenly you were comfortably carried princess-style in his arms. "W-wait, no, 'Toru-"

"A-a-ah, no sweetheart, you will be going to the doctors! And you will get better waaaay sooner, 'kay?" he said lightly, but his voice was quieter now. Almost tired. The kind of quiet you only got when someone cared too much.

Satoru had fought curses that split mountains. He’d squared off with enemies that wanted to level entire cities. He was the Strongest. He was a God on the battlefield.

But right now? Right now, he was just a man holding someone who refused to let themselves be cared for.

You sigh in resignation, convinced by his tone. “Fine.”

The next few hours were a blur, you were given a check-up by a doctor you were sure you saw on a billboard once, given a prescription and tucked into bed with a kiss on the forehead as quickly as you could blink. Don’t get him wrong, Satoru was upset.

You didn’t expect care. That made him fume.

You had learned, over and over, that being sick meant being alone. That weakness was a burden no one else had time for. You’d stitched yourself together so many times, it never even occurred to you to ask someone else to help hold the needle.

But he had time. He would make time.

Even if it meant teleporting back home every other hour to check your temperature (Mildly obsessively, even in his eyes) and carrying you to the bathroom when you gave him a quick text. Which, he had to beg you to do whenever you had to get up for whatever reason. You caved ofcourse, even if asking for it made a strong sense of guilt well up in your stomach, you couldn’t resist those blue puppy dog eyes of his.

“Five-star,” he grinned. “Michelin called me personally.”

You blinked blearily at the bowl and tried to sit up, his hand was already at your back as he set the tray to the bedside table. 

“You made this?” You wondered, voice a little bit better than earlier as Satoru had helped you sit up properly. “Mhm! All me baby~ Told you I could do it!”

The bowl of soup wasn’t anything special, but it was warm and smelled pretty good from what little sense of smell you had recovered. “And how’s the kitchen?” You hummed as you took a spoonful.

“Let’s not talk about that.”

All in all? 9/10 care imo, minus a point because the kitchen is a mess and he doesnt like doing the dishes so he buys new pots and pans when he had to wash them

❥ SUGURU GETO

You ofcourse, never hit the floor. 

But your body did hit soft, silken robes with firm arms keeping you upright. A gentle and cool hand was at your back, rubbing soothing circles as you struggled to even want to open your eyes. It felt comfortable, and frankly, you could feel your headache getting quieter and quieter, quiet enough to hear the whisper of words Suguru had cooed at you. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

Now, Suguru knew you didn’t like to be fussed over. He knew that you didn’t think you were worth to be fussed over. That much he knew in the short time he had been with you.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, he was very patient. And he also loved fussing over you. He liked taking care of you, whisking away your worries and sickness.

Suguru had set you back on the bed, tucking you in and checking your temperature. You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him again you were fine- That you always were, but he silenced the words with a shake of his head and a kiss to your lips. He dismissed your words as if you were a child speaking nonsense, determined to give you the love and care you deserve. 

The following days really did continue like that, being coddled and shushed whenever you raised a complaint about him mother-henning you. He shut your little insecurities down, comforting you gently while also supplying some sass and sarcasm here and there. (mommy suguru, anyone?)

All of your complaints will be shushed with a kiss- Much to your horror. Try to push him away? Kiss on your hand. Complain about being a burden? Kiss to your lips. Whine about how he might get sick too because of all this kissing? Kiss attack straight to the face

Don't worry, he's really gentle and soft about it!! Each plant of his lips on any part of you is filled with love and care, his touch cool on your feverishly warm skin.

Miraculously he doesn't get sick at all.

He spoonfeeds you your medication, a glass of water ready by the side to help the bitter taste go down easier. Suguru was very familiar with bad tastes, so he'd rather have you not suffer as much as possible.

He lets the girls ‘help’ too! He has them as his little helpers as he makes you the blandest (the healthiest) breakfast, lunch and dinner for you. He makes sure they keep a distance from you though, careful to make sure that not all three of you get sick.

He loves loves loves giving you baths, double, triple and quadruple checking the water before helping you in it. It's soft, it's gentle how he helps you undress and holds your hand to steady you as you get into the tub. He washes your hair, and it dries softer and silkier than you’ve ever had it. Your skin is clear and by the time you were clear of any fever or sickness, you looked almost better than how you looked before you were sick!

See? You should let him take care of you more often!

10/10 very sweet, you get better in 3 days but he extends the care to a week to make sure you aint getting sick anytime soon lol

❥ KENTO NANAMI

The floor? What's that?? For the entire time you’re sick, your feet barely touched the ground. Nanami had caught you with ease before using those big strong arms and carrying you to the bedroom. To be honest, Nanami was a little scared ever since this morning, he had a sinking gut feeling you were going to collapse with how much you had and will probably continue to push yourself.

When you were back in bad, there was suddenly a bowl of freezing cold water on the bedside and an equally freezing towel on your head. You hissed at the feeling, weakly swatting at Nanami’s forearm. “‘ts too cold,”

“It’ll help with your fever. Bear with me, okay?”

After a bit, he does actually start to scold you. In a simple and straightforward tone, he told you that you had to stop pushing yourself and letting yourself go uncared for. He was here, and he was going to be no matter what. He will take care of you, so please rely on him. 

Gives you the gentlest but most refreshing massages when your feet and back get sore from laying around in bed all day. He’s strict about you eating before taking medication, even more strict about the medication.

“I can feed myself,” you rasped.

He raised a brow. “No. You’ll say that and take two bites.”

You groan. “I’m not hungry.”

“Please?” He frowned, eyes full of concern. “Just a few more bites sweetheart.”

Oh and how could you say no to that??? Whenever you tried to argue, the second you opened your mouth, he gave you that look again. The one that told you this wasn’t up for debate. So you let him feed you, slow and careful, letting the warmth settle in your stomach as he patiently waited between each spoonful. He dabbed your mouth with a napkin without a word when some broth dribbled down your chin.

11/10 no notes

❥ TOJI FUSHIGURO

“Hey, hey-” Toji caught you easily, he set you down to the floor gently, but not without a slight thud of urgency. “Talk to me. How many fingers am I holding up?” You squinted, a little annoyed and disoriented but answered anyway. 

You were pretty sure your answer was wrong judging by the worried way Toji glanced around the room. You could feel the tension in his body as he picked you up with ease and laid you down on the couch. A firm pillow under your head, his palm pressing to your forehead right after. 

Your eyes fluttered half open, too heavy to keep focused. You were expecting a lecture, maybe an annoyed huff, maybe even teasing right out the gate- but what you got was something else. He crouched beside the couch, big hands resting on his knees, and just looked at you. His lips were in a tight line, watching you as if you had all the secrets to the universe. “What do you need?”

You blinked, mentally going through a roster of medication and bland food. But not before slowly shaking your head. “Toji, it’s fine. I can get it myself-”

“Bullshit. You almost collapsed on the kitchen floor. Tell me what you need.”

His eyes were serious, but you could see the genuine concern in them. He wanted to help. He just didn’t know how. “...Paracetamol. And water.”

He stood abruptly and stalked off toward the bathroom. You heard drawers opening, cabinets, the scrape of something across tile. When he returned, it was with a bottle of pills in one hand and a thermometer in the other. He crouched again and held them up like you were the authority here.

“This the right stuff?” he asked. “They all look the same.”

You nodded weakly. He popped the cap and shook out two, hesitating. “Wait- is it one or two?”

Now. Toji isn’t exactly the best at taking care of you during your little sick time, but he's trying his best. You teach him once, and he knows exactly what to do the next time. And he’s actually pretty great at distracting you from any pain or qualms you had with being taken care of. He’s funny, poking fun at you once you're over feeling bad for being sick.

He’s a little bit anxious,especially during the times where he had to touch you. It's like he was scared to make it worse, that you’d shatter like glass if he had so much as poked you wrong. Baths were very gentle, and took quite a while- With Toji’s brows furrowed in concentration as you told him what temperature to keep the water at, and to go gentler or slower while he's cleaning your body.

Yes, he makes a few horny jokes here and there, but it's just that. He’s too focused on taking care of you to actually get horny, believe it or not. The anxiety is fucking up is dick game, it seems.

You get better after a week or so, and Toji collapses and promptly gets sick too. 8/10. A+ for effort.

❥ SUKUNA RYOMEN

You were picked up by the shirt before you could hit the floor. In a blur of movement, you find yourself getting hauled back to the bedroom. You could barely hear Sukuna’s voice in the haze, but his tone was low and demanding. The kind he only ever used in the most serious situations as he’d command Uraume. “They’re sick. Fix it.”

“Yes, my lord.”

You weren’t entirely aware of the transition, but when you surfaced again—half-lucid, throat raw and skin burning- you were no longer on your feet. The silken sheets beneath you, the cool dampness of a cloth on your forehead, and the unfamiliar scent of incense and old stone said as much. You knew this wasn’t your room. You knew those weren’t your own hands caring for you.

You saw Uraume above you, fixing the sheets before noticing your gaze. They quickly backed away and bowed, announcing their departure. You stirred again with a groan and caught a flicker of movement: Sukuna, sitting on a chair a few feet away. Watching you. Always watching you.

You recovered quickly ofcourse, thanks to the help of an entire team of doctors tasked with only one thing, to get you back to normal. If they don’t, Sukuna will have their heads. He didn’t like their hands on you. That much was obvious. His silence was thick with an unvoiced threat. His eyes traced every movement of the stethoscope, every raised syringe, every tremble of your lips as you tried to drink water that someone else held for you. He didn’t interfere. But gods help anyone who failed.

He paced the halls at night, bare feet silent on tatami. His fingers twitched. His chest felt hollow in a way he would never name. He’d drag his claws across the stone walls, scratching lines with quiet violence, teeth gritted. You weren’t supposed to be this breakable. You weren’t supposed to look like this. But he couldn’t fix it, now could he?

His hands were made for destruction, he couldn’t help you. That's why he had others do it. Because he was too scared to even touch you.

One night where you were more lucid than others, when your bones didn’t protest at every movement, you had convinced Sukuna to sit right beside the bed. Close enough where you could lean on him while you sat up. He was eerily still, not daring to breathe as you did so.

You get better in 5 ish days! With no casualties! Yay! 10/10 but im biased

A.N. Can you guys tell who I struggled with </3

[cherrygirlfriend]

── SHARING HOODIES ♡

♡ pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader

♡ summary: rafe comes to get you from a party.

♡ warnings / tags: fluff! somewhat nsfw, nudity, annoying m*n.

♡ author's note: inspired by @tinythebunni ‘s request for a reader who wears something skimpy and needs to borrow rafe’s clothes. i hope you like this!! <3 check this if you want to see what she’d wear to a party!

PERV MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST

"aw, come on rafe!" elijah's voice groaned in rafe's headset, "you suck ass tonight, man. what's the problem?" rafe rolled his eyes as he queued his group for another game, "it's cause his little girlfriend isn't there to support him under the desk." josh snickered.

"shut the hell up, josh." rafe spoke with slight irritation, "at least i have a girlfriend. your longest relationship has been with your right hand." "that's where you're wrong, buddy. i'm a leftie."

they soon started a new game, but when they were halfway through the second round, rafe saw his phone screen start to flash on his desk with an incoming call, the screen displaying your name and a heart after it. rafe was quick to mute his mic and place his headset onto the desk, pressing the green button and putting you on speakerphone as he continued playing. "everything alright?"

"hiiii pumpkin pieeee!" you giggled on the phone, music blasting in the background along with the chatter of other people. rafe chuckled softly; he had known that you'd be going to a party tonight; after all, you'd gotten ready in his room and had tried to convince him to come with you.

"hey, lovebug. i take it you're drunk?" "nooo, i'm just a liiiittle tipsy." you said, and rafe could hear you slurp up a drink and swallow after finishing your sentence, "i'm sure, i'm sure."

"can you come n get me?" you slurred, "'m tired n can't... can't, uh, remember where my dorm is..." "yeah, of course. you're at sigma nu, right?" "mmhm..." "okay, i'll be there in fifteen. go find some water and one of your friends. got it?" "yessir." you snorted, and he hung up the phone and put his headset back on, unmuting himself.

"listen, guys, i'm gonna have to quit." rafe explained as he closed the game mid-match. "what? why the hell?" elijah questioned, "my girl called and asked me to come get her from a party." "damn, i thought it was bros before hoes." josh snarked.

"yeah, well, we're not fifteen anymore. and she's not a hoe, she's my girlfriend. i'll message you guys later." rafe didn't even wait for them to reply, getting off the call and turning off his computer before either boy could utter a syllable. the boy grabbed his things and pulled on his hoodie, quickly rushing out of his dorm.

as soon rafe was outside, he dialed your number, his shoes crunching against the gravel as he walked towards the location of the fraternity you'd told him you were at, but no matter how many rings he waited, you didn't answer.

rafe ran a hand through his sandy hair, hanging up and calling you again. ring, ring, ring, ring, ring... once again, no answer. he bit the inside of his cheek, picking up his pace as he once again tried calling you, to no avail.

once the fraternity house came to view, rafe pocketed his phone, the boom of the bass piercing through his eardrums as soon as he entered the building.

rafe wasn't like you. while you thrived in these environments, huge parties where there were people every corner you turned, floors sticky with booze and other liquids, one sweaty young adult pressing against another, smoke that smelled like cotton candy, music so loud it'd damage anyone's hearing in the long term… rafe had always hated parties.

however rafe's height was an advantage; at 6'2, he was among the tallest at the party, and he hoped it wouldn't be too hard to spot you, his heart beginning to race from worry; what if something had happened to you?

he walked around the living room and even tried calling out your name, but the music booming in the stereos obviously was loud enough to drown out every squeak of his voice, but as he looked around, he didn't seem to spot you.

rafe pulled out his phone and dialed your number once again and kept searching through the living room for anyone who looked familiar, almost unable to hear the rings that signified an outgoing call over the noise of the TOP 50 playlist currently playing.

he went back into the lobby, but just as rafe was about to start really panicking, he saw a familiar figure through the wide archway leading to the kitchen, wearing the same outfit you'd shown off for him in an attempt to convince him to come with you. but his relief was shortlived when he saw the way you were swaying on your feet, the glassiness in your eyes made more pronounced by the fluorescent light above you, rafe's jaw clenching almost out of reflex when he saw the guy chatting you up, his hand on your bare arm. rafe took a deep breath as he made his way to the kitchen, beelining straight to you.

"are you okay?" rafe leaned down slightly to look into your glassy eyes, tugging the stranger's hand off you in a less-than friendly manner. "hey dude, i was here first. go find some other chick." the stranger scoffed, making rafe straighten up and look at him in irritation, narrowing his eyes at the other boy.

"hey dude, keep your hands off girls who are too drunk to even stand properly. this is my girlfriend." "that's your girlfriend?" the stranger let out something between an incredulous scoff and a snort, while rafe simply ignored him, more worried about you. "buggy, are you okay?" he asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"you came." you smiled up at him softly, letting yourself practically crash into your boyfriend's side, "this douche is bothering me..." you mumbled, making rafe chuckle softly as he snaked his arm around you. the other guy simply rolled his eyes and mumbled some insult under his breath as he started walking away. "let's get you home, yeah?" rafe wasn't even sure if you heard what he was saying, but you simply smiled and nodded nonetheless.

rafe's arm was tightly wrapped around you as he led you out of the loud frat house and into the cool night air, starting to walk back towards the dormitories. he was too focused on trying to get you back to the dorms to notice the way your teeth were starting to chatter and the way your skin was forming goosebumps until you let out a quiet mumble, "rafeyyy... 'm cold..."

his eyes widened as he looked down at you, clad only in a top and a miniskirt. rafe sighed as he detached from you, a childish whine leaving your lips, thinking he did it because he didn't want to hold onto you anymore. rafe's t-shirt rode up slightly and his hair got messed up when he took off his snoopy-themed hoodie, turning to you, "lift your arms up, buggy."

you did as he said, and your boyfriend pulled the hoodie onto you, basically having to guide your arms into the arm holes of the hoodie, but when you finally had the hoodie on, rafe let out a small chuckle as he looked you up and down. for some reason, seeing you wearing his clothes always managed to make your boyfriend's heart race like crazy, even if it was something as silly as a snoopy hoodie.

"what's so funny?" you pouted, the hood still over your head, "nothing." he shrugged, wrapping his arm around you once again and starting to lead you towards the dorms, "it's just that... the hoodie is longer than your skirt."

"it's your fault for being freakishly tall, you damn beanstalk." you mumbled as you leaned into him. "or your skirts are freakishly short..." "prude." you stuck your tongue out at him, "acting like you weren't admiring the way i looked in this before i left." rafe felt his cheeks warm at your words, letting out an incredulous scoff as you simply giggled as he continued leading you towards the dormitory.

after about ten minutes of you wobbling and putting most of your weight on the side that was pressed against rafe, the two of you finally arrived at the boys' dormitory, "alright, try and be quiet." rafe said to you, rubbing his hand up and down your hoodie-clad arm. you simply responded by bringing your pointer finger to your lips and hushing, rafe unable to help the small smile on his face from how adorable he found it.

once you got to rafe's room, your boyfriend helped you to his bed where you immediately collapsed onto the mattress, letting out a moan of relief, making rafe feel slightly ashamed for the stirring he felt in his pants. he cleared his throat as he walked to the bed, "baby, you should take your clothes off first." "can't you do it…?" you mumbled, "are you sure?" "'s not the first time you've seen me naked, rafe."

rafe started with your heels, carefully peeling them from your feet, pressing a few kisses on each leg as he removed them. then he moved up onto the bed, lifting the hem of the hoodie as his long fingers slowly pulled down the zipper on your skirt, shimmying the fabric off, slight indents left on your stomach. rafe pressed soft kisses on each of your thighs, soft hums leaving your lips. "lift your arms up, love." he mumbled softly, and you did as he said; at once rafe pulled the hoodie off along with your top, throwing them onto the floor.

rafe trailed warm kisses leading from the waistband of your panties up to the underwire of your bra, before pulling back, "can i take this off?" he asked softly, and you nodded. rafe's hands slowly slid from the front of your bra to the back, until he found the clasp. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you felt the clasp come free, allowing rafe to slide the straps down your arms and discard your bra.

rafe's hands softly massaged the indents of the underwire, pulling a sigh of relief from you, "do you want to borrow a shirt from me to sleep in?" he asked softly, but you shook your head and spoke softly, "can we just sleep like this? both of us?"

rafe's cheeks reddened slightly, but he nodded and tugged his shirt off, throwing it amongst your clothing. he then continued on to pull down the waistband of his sweats, kicking them off onto the floor and settling into bed.

you pulled the covers over both your heads with a quiet, mischievous chuckle, looking into his eyes, "does my breath stink?" "like a brewery." rafe said softly, and despite his words, he still brought his lips to yours, your bare chest pressed against his, rafe's hand sliding down to your back.

as he pulled away from the kiss, rafe trailed his finger up and down your spine, goosebumps forming on your sensitive skin. you nuzzled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his chest on your face, the two of you whispering sweet nothings to one another under the blanket, soft, drunken giggles escaping the little bubble you'd created.

"rafe...?" you mumbled quietly, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second, "yeah?" he answered, his fingertips still tracing your spine, "thank you for coming to get me..." at your words, rafe let out a quiet huff of a laughter against your shoulder.

"you never need to thank me for something like that. if you call me, i'll come."

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Double (Daniela avanzini x reader x Sophia laforteza)

Smut

Idk what overtook me, god please forgive me. Im so sorry for my sins. Not proofread so there are definitely mistakes.

G!p dani and sophia, threesome, blowjob, Eiffel Towering, degradation, praise, unsafe sex, use of mommy for Sophia and papi for dani because why not, cumming on face.

Movie night with your best friend and girlfriend, it started calmly. A mediocre drama on the TV, Sophia your childhood friend sat to your right a couple feet away while to your left was Daniela, your girlfriend with an arm wrapped around you.

You didn't even notice the looks they were sharing behind you, completely oblivious to their plan. Though you should've known, it wasn't a secret that you had a crush on Sophia and Dani didn't mind, in fact when you told her she was more than eager to suggest a threesome.

"As long as I'm there." Being her exact words. But you didn't think she would pre plan something. Not even when Sophia starts inching closer on the couch, until her legs touch yours, trapping you between the slightly taller pair. It was intimidating but it would be a lie to say it wasn't a huge turn on.

It started to click as Sophia's arm replaced your girlfriends behind you, her legs spread out a bit with a very noticeable bulge. Even the stretchy material of her sweatpants strained. You had known her since middle school, and contrary to everyone's beliefs you have never seen her naked, only fantasizing about how much she would stretch you out.

"What are you looking at?" Sophia's raspy voice breaks the hour long silence, a smirk evident in the tone of her words.

"U-uh" You can't help but look back to your girlfriend, who has her own smirk and just shrugs as if to tell you you're on your own, "n-nothing" You stutter when looking back at the brunette.

"Nothing?" Slightly mocking you, "You sure you weren't looking at my cock?" Her head tilts as she stares at you, your mouth open with nothing to say.

"Answer her." Daniela suddenly chimes in, "and don't lie." She adds as she sees the no forming in your lips.

"I- yes" You eyes search for a place in the room away from their gaze, but you can still feel the eyes on you.

Sophia laughs a bit, the kind of laughter that makes you feel pathetic but in a way that you rub your thighs together.

"What a slut."  Dani chuckles at her words, making your cheeks go pink.

You let Sophia's fingers wrap around your wrist, dragging your hand to her bulge, a sigh leaving her lips as she does so. Her lips now leave light kisses on your neck, biting and sucking as she goes definitely leaving a few marks highlighted with her lipstick. Her hands pull at the tank top you're wearing, revealing your chest to the air, not wearing a bra. Her fingers rolling your nipples between them in between her palms squeezing at your chest.

""Why don't you help mommy out?" Her red painted lips were now by your ear, a low and raspy voice.

Once again looking at Dani, who had hooded eyes that told you all you needed.

"Go for it." You girlfriend says, verbally giving you confirmation to fuck your best friend.

Upon hearing that, your hands are quick to pull at her sweatpants so they land on the floor, taking her boxers along with them. Her cock springing out, she was almost the length of your girlfriend, but the thickness made you hesitate as you wrap a hand around slowly not even able to connect your thumb to your other fingers.

"What? Can't take it?" She teases.

"Don't worry, she's trained." Daniela quips from besides you. You recall the beginning of your relationship and what she called throat training so your mouth could takes every inch of her.

"Oh yeah?" Sophia giggles condescendingly. "Gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?"

You answer by leaning down, your tongue licking a stripe from the end of shaft to her tip before wrapping your lips around her.

"Shit." The Filipino groans, head nodding back onto the couch, a hand instinctively going to your hair making a fist.

Your tongue makes quick work of collecting the precum that was covering her tip before taking a couple inches into your mouth, not even halfway down and your mouth feels full and her tip is poking at your throat causing a slight gag.

"Take it all, like a good slut." Sophia says accentuating her words by thrusting upwards, making you gag even more as tears prick at your eyes.

Now you can hear little pants and groans from besides you, that you recognize as dani, the sound of her hand slipping up and down her length at a slow pace. The idea of her jerking off to you fucking someone else making the wetness spread between your legs.

Your best friends hand tightens in your hair, and her hips thrust into your mouth quickly. Your nose repeatedly hitting her stomach, saliva dripping from your mouth.

"You're taking me so well, baby." She coos, "So good for mommy." Hips quickening with each word, you can hear each thrust echo off the walls, "Gonna let me cum down your throat, hm?"

You try nodding, even with her cock filling you, causing a smirk to form on the other girls face.

"Such a good fuckin girl." She spits with one last thrust and stilling in your mouth, her load going down your throat, "Swallow it all baby." She says, and you comply leaving nothing left and she pulls out with a pop.

Daniela is still stroking her own cock, seemingly close to a release, but now standing to be in front of your and tilting your head by your hair. Her eyes roll back with a bunch of swears leaving her mouth and holding her cock so her cum covers your face.

"Hands and knees for papi" She says as she recovers, pulling at your hair to make her point.

And now you were on the gray couch with your girlfriend in front of you while your best friend was behind you. Sophia rids you of your shorts and underwear as soon as your ass is in front of her.

Dani grabbed at your hair to make you look up, a smirk on her lips before she looks up to Sophia who you become way more aware of as she runs her hands down your back and ass, squeezing on her way and subtly spreading you from behind.

"Fuck, is she always this wet?" The Filipino groans, reaching a hand down collecting your wetness on her fingers.

"Mm, always ready for me right?"

"Yes papi."

Daniela wears a proud grin as she looks down at you, a hand wrapped around her shaft to put it to your lips, tapping against your slightly open mouth.

"Open up." A familiar dominance filling your ears, your mouth opens automatically, your girlfriend length quickly filling you as she doesn't wait to stuff the whole thing down your throat.

At the same time, Sophia's tip rubs up and down your slit and just barely pushing in. Teasingly only thrusting her tip into you a few times, you push back trying to get any more of her inside of you while you let out an audible whine around your girlfriends cock making her knees buckle a bit before she thrusts harder into you.

"Such a needy slut." Sophia ends her sentence by sheathing herself fully inside you, pushing you forward so you take Dani somehow even deeper down your throat.

"Fuck." Dani's hands fall from your hair to the sides of your face so she can comfortable fuck your face, essentially just free use for the both of them. "So fucking desperate, letting both of us fuck you at once."

You don't know if you moan at her words or the way sophia pounds into you from behind, definitely leaving hand sized bruises on your hips from the grip she has on you. Her own hips slapping into you at a rapid pace.

"So fucking tight." Sophia moans out, eyes closed in pleasure.

"Come on baby." Dani speaks, "Wanna cum in your mouth." Your girlfriend getting a bit whiny as she's closer to her release, hips getting quicker.

Sophia hand finds its way to the back of your head, pushing you down onto Dani's cock even more, the other on your back causing you to arch into her.

Your moans are loud even as your mouth is filled, the sounds of saliva and skin hitting each other fill the air and you pray for your poor neighbors.

"Sh-shit" Daniela finally cums in your mouth, nose squished against her stomach as both girls hold your head there, she drips down your throat pulling just enough to cover your lips in the white liquid so it drips down your chin, "So pretty with my cum all over you."

Sophias thrust get slow and lazy as she also gets closer.

"Want her to cum inside of you?" Your girlfriend asks, you nod, "Of course you do, slut."

"Want mommy to fill you up?"

"Fuck, yes, please, yes, yes." You rush out, voice raspy as your finally free to speak without a cock in your mouth, your own orgasm right around the corner.

"Oh, fuck" Sophias hips stutters before they still inside you, cum leaking into you, filling you completelty and mixing with your own arousal and leaking out of you as you both cum at the same time.

You fall onto the couch as she pulls out, exhaustion taking over. Dani puts on her boxers before resting your head on her legs, while Sophia does the same with your legs rubbing at them in a comforting way, maybe to ease the ache in the next morning.

You definitely miss the look between them that says this will most likely happen again.

[littlemissrbf]

Summer Lovin' (pt. 4)

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

(No use of y/n, reader is a SoCal native & Bob is from Montana, language, reader has an annoying but loving uncle, a lot of Cali references, pls do not let strangers drive you home, pls drive with both hands on the wheel, pls keep your eyes on the road, y'all wtf is a huckleberry, okay so apparently PDA in uniform is a big no-no)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 [Word Count: 2.2k]

"You can drive stick?"

"We had trucks on the ranch so I learned when I was ten or so, once my feet could reach the pedals."

"Robbie are you sure you're not a cowboy?"

A man you just met in a bar is driving you and your drunk uncle home.

Yeah it sounds bad, and you know it. Those true crime podcasts that your friends love listening to, this is how they start. With any other man, you’d worry about the night ending with your chopped-up remains shoved into a suitcase and left to float in the San Diego Bay.

But this was Robert Floyd. The man who let you beat him in pool so he could buy you a drink, the man who pulled your chair out and opened the car door for you, and the man who even insists on taking you out on a proper date before kissing you.

So now Bob is in the driver's seat and you're on the passenger side giving him directions, occasionally glancing back to make sure your uncle is still alive. He always had his radio on some country music station, you decided it wasn't worth it to shuffle through stations only to change it back after you got home, so you just turned the volume down.

"Thank you for this, I don't what I would've done without you."

"You don't have to thank me, I'm just glad I get to spend some more time with you." Bob turned to give you a quick smile, then shifted his attention back to the road.

"Yeah me too," you let out a short breath, "I'm also glad that I didn't have to go back in there and beg someone else to drive us."

"Someone like Hangman?" He teased.

"Oh God don't even get me started on that guy." You groaned, "He is such a self-absorbed prick- he struts around like a damn peacock."

A small chuckle left Bob's lips.

"I bet he checks himself out anytime he passes a surface that's even remotely reflective." You grinned at him, but he didn't return your smile.

"I would too if I had his looks." His lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze still focused on the road.

"You know you're better looking than him, right?"

"You're just saying that."

You felt an ache in your chest.

"Robert Floyd, you are the handsomest son of a bitch I've seen in a long time, and I'm not just saying it to be nice, I mean it."

He didn't respond right away, he blinked a few times and adjusted his grip on the wheel, he let out a steady breath and let out a small "Thank you", just loud enough for you to hear.

"You're absolutely welcome, Robbie." You moved your arm to place your left hand on his shoulder, his skin was warm under his uniform, you give him a light squeeze before pulling away. Again, you felt him lean into your touch, the tension in his shoulders melting away just a bit and he shifted in his seat before clearing his throat.

"What's your favorite flower?"

The question caught you completely off guard, you thought for a second, humming before answering,

"Carnations, why'd you ask?"

"No reason." he grinned innocently and shrugged.

"Well now it's only fair if you tell me yours."

"I like Daffodils."

"Daffodils?" you raised an eyebrow, "You ever watched Big Fish?"

"I love that movie." He said with a wide grin, "I used to watch it all the time as a kid, the DVD got so scratched up it started completely skipping scenes."

"Did you try toothpaste?"

"I did, but then the sound stopped working so I gave up and watched my back up movie."

"And what was your back up movie?"

"The Princess Bride."

"Shut up, I love the Princess Bride." you smiled at him and he turned to you with a mischievous smirk on his face, you immediately understood what he was thinking.

"No," you started, raising a finger at him while that stupid grin just grew bigger, "No. Don't you say it. Don't you dare say it!"

"As you wish."

You let out a groan as you pressed your face into your palms, Bob just chuckled at you, clearly proud of himself and his reference.

"So stupid," you threw a lighthearted slap at his arm, "You're lucky you're so damn cute."

He was still laughing, the corners of his eyes crinkled, and a rosy blush spread over his cheeks up to the tips of his ears.

In between giving directions and checking for signs of life from the backseat, you two filled the silence with silly conversations. You talked about your favorite ice cream flavors (he likes Rocky Road), hobbies (recently got into cooking and baking, he makes his family's old recipes whenever he feels homesick), and some memories from growing up (on his 12th birthday, he got the lego Millennium Falcon and tried to stay up all night making it).

"So, how're you feelin' about the weather over here?"

"It's... hot. I mean the heat was worse in Lemoore, but over here it's dry and sunny. If I stand in the sun over five minutes it feels like my entire face is gonna melt off."

"Welcome to San Diego, Robbie."

"It's nice when it rains, though."

"Yeah, it's nice, until you're on the 405 begging for your life 'cause suddenly everyone forgot how to drive."

Bob just laughed, but you weren't joking.

"I'm serious Robbie, the second rain hits the ground you've gotta stay off the roads, okay? No one is safe."

This just made him laugh more, you roll your eyes because you know he'll learn eventually, when it rains in SoCal you stay the fuck home.

"Okay okay, what about Whitehall?" You changed the subject, "Does it rain a lot there?"

"Oh it snows more than it rains."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, we get about seven inches every December."

"Your guy's Christmas must be beautiful," and now you were jealous, "God, I'd love to see the snow."

"You've never seen snow?" he quickly glanced at you, hands still on the wheel.

"No, I've seen snow before, I've just never actually seen it snowing before, you know." You sighed and looked up, "I've literally dreamed about watching the snow fall on Christmas Eve, with all the string lights and music, maybe some hot chocolate."

Out of the corner of your eye you could see him steal a quick glance before looking back to the road, smiling.

"You know, I think I can make that happen."

You turned to look at him, resting the side of your head against the seat, he still had his eyes on the road. He shifted his right arm to rest on the center console and his hand dangled just in reach of the stick shift. He looked comfortable, like driving with one hand on the wheel was second nature to him.

"There's this one place that makes a huckleberry hot cocoa," he continued, "or we could just make it at home with fresh milk from the cows if you want, that might be better anyway."

You turned back to see if your uncle was looking, but he was completely knocked out and snoring like a bear, so you turned back and moved your hand to rest on top of Bob’s.

He froze for a second, then his fingers immediately wrapped around yours and he pulled your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. Your fingers intertwined and he moved your arms back down to the center console so that yours rested on top of his, you smiled and gave his fingers a tight squeeze. He returned the squeeze and you sighed,

“You’re cute.” You turned to look at him again.

He moved his thumb back and forth, caressing the side of your hand, “You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” he looked at you with stars in his eyes and a grin on his lips.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Robbie." You blushed and turned away.

"Yes ma'am."

He held your hand the rest of the drive, only dropping it to shift gears and immediately moving it back to its place with your fingers intertwined. He gave little squeezes here and there, but mostly brushed his thumb up and down the side of your hand, you mirrored the gesture every once in a while making him smile.

Your car was parked on the curb in front of your uncle's house, you instructed Bob to pull the truck into the driveway, joking,

"You hit my car Robbie and you can kiss that first date goodbye."

"I won't." He parked and pulled the keys out of the ignition.

You opened your door and hopped out to make your way to the drivers side, Bob followed, stepping out and opening the backseat door for you, "Let me help you get him inside."

Your uncle laid on his right side, facing the seat, you turned him onto his back by his shoulders, but his eyes remained closed. You softly rubbed his shoulders, "We're home, it's time to get up."

When he still didn't stir you began tapping on his shoulders, gently at first but increasing the strength, you kept your voice soft and calm, "Can you hear me? C'mon old man it's time to wake up." His eyebrows pinched together as his face twisted into a grimace as he woke up, he let out a long groan.

"Morning sunshine," you said as you helped him sit up slowly. "Let's get you to bed, okay."

He grunted as he scooched towards the door, throwing one heavy leg out of the truck at a time and stumbling out, letting you and Bob scramble to catch his weight. You had your uncle's right arm over your shoulders and Bob had his left, the three of you shuffled up the driveway to the front door. Bob handed you back the keys and you carefully unlocked the door, you turned the handle slowly, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Your aunt was standing right behind the door in her pajamas, her eyes were tired.

"Hi auntie," you whispered, smiling innocently.

"Who's this?" She leaned on her hip with her arms crossed.

"This is my friend Robert Floyd, he drove us home."

"Ma'am." Bob extended a hand to your aunt.

She said nothing, just stared at his hand for a beat before reaching out to shake it, she let out a short huff.

"I'll get him to bed." She moved towards you, arms outstretched towards your uncle.

You brought his arm from your shoulders and passed it to your aunt, "Are you sure you don't need help?"

"I've got it." She turned and started walking him to the bedroom.

You pulled your uncle's keys from the door and dropped them into the ceramic dish on the foyer table, then you fumbled around the dish and grabbed your own keys. You closed the door softly and locked it, then you turned to Bob who was rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"I'm really sorry about that, she's usually not this cold," you moved closer to him, shoving your keys into your purse before bringing a hand up to rub his shoulder, "I think she's just tired."

"It's okay," he shrugged, clearly discouraged by the awkward introduction. This was not how you would picture him meeting your family, with your uncle drunk out of his mind and your aunt tired and clearly displeased at you bringing a stranger home.

You tilted your head to meet his gaze but he kept his head low, looking off to the side, you felt your chest tighten. You brought your hand to cup his cheek, gently moving his face to look at you, he gave you a weak smile.

"Hey come here," you pulled him into your arms, wrapping them around his shoulders in a tight embrace. He froze for a second then completely melted into your touch, he snaked his arms around your waist and held you just as tight. You stood on your toes, your face nestled into the crook of his neck, you felt him press a kiss to your temple before bringing his cheek to rest against the side of your head. He smelled like lemons and cedar, his cologne filled your senses as you nuzzled closer and weirdly enough, he also smelled like peanuts.

You stayed there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, swaying gently from side to side. And for that moment, the world fell silent, the only thing that mattered was the way he rubbed small circles into your back as he held you.

"Thank you, again, for tonight. For everything."

"You don't have to thank me, 'cause I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat."

You pulled away first, moving your hands rest on his shoulders and letting him move back as well, his hands hovered on your waist.

"C'mon, let's get you back to the bar." you said, fixing the collar of his uniform.

"You don't have to drive me, I'm sure you're tired too." he shook his head.

"Please, it's the least I can do. I can't have you walking back to the Hard Deck."

"It's really alright, you don't have to worry about me, I can call an uber or something."

"Robbie, just get in the damn car."

"Yes ma'am."

Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

(Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! The semester just ended so you should be getting pt. 5 pretty soon! As per usual, this is my first fic so if you have any writing tips or suggestions please let me know!)

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[pricesprincess]

18+ modern au + boss/employee trope

Horror grew like a thick vine in your throat, keeping all the air trapped in your lungs as you stared at the screen, pressing it against your nose as if that would delete the photo you sent to your new boss.

You were on your bed, hair freshly done from the salon, a face full of makeup, brand-new lingerie, and even a filter to soften the edges while also highlighting the sun that bathed your room in the late afternoon.

It was supposed to be something private; if you ever doubted yourself, you'd look at the photo, and when you went to send it to a friend to compare selfies, it was promptly delivered to John.

As soon as you saw it went to him, you dialed your friend and squealed about it, pacing your bedroom knowing that tomorrow could be your first and last day all in one. "What am I going to do?!"

"Own it!" Was her advice, which you weren't sure if you could take.

That night you didn't sleep, not really.

Not when you closed your eyes, your picture blaring like a warning.

You didn't even check to see if John opened it; you only hoped he didn't and deleted it. Why would he need to read your texts?

That's what you were grasping onto as you got ready with heavy lids and tired limbs; you moved like a snail, forgoing your morning coffee to arrive at work to see John opening the door for you with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Price." You greeted him with a chipperness that made him chuckle to himself. His eyes crinkled as he took you in.

Did he see you naked?

"Mornin', ready for a busy day?" He asked, watching as your smile faltered for a brief second before you nodded and followed him to your desk. It was a temporary position, just for a few months.

With your bag pressed against your side, you listened to him as he told you about the details, how you'd answer the phone, send emails, print things off, and have lunch with him. "An old man needs help."

The last bit wasn't part of your job description but if it gave you more time to stare at John, then you'd sure as hell do it. He still hadn't said anything about the picture, and you still couldn't tell if he saw it.

A few hours went by in a blur as you got acclimated to your new space. A few plants and some frames of your friends and family would sit perfectly along with a few other items to complete it.

Sometimes you'd look up and see John staring at you.

Almost as if he was lost in thought, then when he'd see you noticing, he'd smile and go back to whatever he was doing. At the end of the day, John greeted you at your desk, offering to walk you to your car.

"You know that picture is what got me through a long day." John whispered in your ear when you stood up, his scent wrapping you up like a cocoon that you wanted to bury deeper in. Heat flushed your face as you looked at him, a shy smile tugged on your lips.

"I didn't mean to send it to you, I promise that won't happen again."

John smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, darlin'. You're perfect, every inch of you. Don't apologize about that."

[dragonmasterhiccup]

"It was," he said, his tone becoming more serious. "If Toothless hadn't jumped in, I..." I would have died, he almost said, but decided not to, shaking his head instead.

Tilting his head, his brows knitted together, realizing she was right. "Yeah, actually...that...that might have...happened..." Clearing his throat, he continued, "Surely that's not a bad thing, is it? I mean...why worry your friends and family when the danger has passed?"

Hiccup didn't want Lyra to know how many times he'd almost died over the years. The look on her face at the sight of his battle scars alone told him it would only cause her pain.

That was not something he wanted to cause for her.

Nodding at Rose's question, he answered, "Yeah. Just, just barely, right before you came inside."

"My...my signature?" Shouldn't that have faded by now? Lyra had faded so quickly after the switch...

Well. Fluffy would be no help.

All he could do was shrug. He really wasn't sure how it worked. "I...I don't know. I thought what lingered had faded away, but...I guess not?"

Taking the fire fae's hand, he nodded. "Yeah. Fresh air sounds good." Looking to his other sister, he rested a hand on her arm. "Are you going to be okay? You seemed pretty tired after your wings came."

Without realizing it, he was sending the new bit of magic the púca gave him into Lyra. It wasn't much, but it had manifested into healing instead of fostering plant life. His touch and concern for his sister gave her a tiny bit more energy.

@dragonmasterhiccup

Púca mischief and magic switch (closed starter)

The house was coming along great. Ash balanced on the roof as he laid the boards. His brothers were around him helping with the building’s exterior. Ash had chosen a piece of land more towards the outside of the Viking village but an easy walk to the chief’s hut. And a much easy walk for the people to get to Lyra than Gothi’s hut. Ash’s chest warmed at the thought. Lyra would be the main village healer one day. A high honor.

“Hey! Stop day dreaming lover boy.” His eldest brother, Talon, nudged him. With an eye roll he got back to work. His other two brothers, Finn and Rhys, had returned through his circle carrying carpets and more wood for the roof. Soon they’d be able to work on the inside.

“Hey! Dad needs all of us back for a meeting! That means you too, Ashy! We’ll come back after.” That… was annoying. But fae councils were serious if all the court was needed. The two hopped off the roof with help from their magic.

Little did they know that a púca had snuck its way through the open circle. Taking the form of a wolf at first it snuck into the forest. Watching the faes work. The creature waited for the perfect time to cause trouble. As the brothers left through the circle they closed it. The púca changed shape again. A black cat with gold eyes stalked into the village. The feline making its way towards the next grouping of magic.

Lyra and Hiccup came into view. Looks like the two had been heading towards the new home. The púca could feel the power surrounding her. With a purr the cat rubbed up against her leg, causing her to stop.

“Aw, look at you! You’re so pretty.” Lyra picked the cat up and cradled it in her arms.

“Do you know who he belongs to, Hiccup? I don’t think I’ve seen this one around before.” She turned so her brother could pet the cat too. But as soon as Hiccup’s hand made contact with the sleek fur both he and Lyra were struck with pain like being struck by lightning. Lyra fell to her knees as the waves of electric shock went through her limbs. The cat jumping away and shifting into a more goblin like form. It cackled at the two in pain before running off.

As the agony faded away, Lyra found herself shaking. Her body felt heavy and tired and… sore? She blinked in confusion. The earth was oddly silent too. She… she couldn’t sense the magic around her anymore! Wait.. Hiccup! Hiccup was hurt too!

“Hiccup? Are you okay?” She’d worry about herself after. That… thing had zapped her brother.

[nicolejones412]

Out of Sync Part 5

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You've found yourself with the 107th fighting Hydra, where you meet a handsome Sergeant. But something just isn't right.

A/N: Not much to say about this one. Let me know what you think!

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here. Read Part 4 here.

FIC:

A few weeks passed as Shuri did tests to figure out the core of the brain washing, and you spent them mostly recovering.

Your stay at the raft had taken more of toll on you and had influenced your decision to stay in Wakanda more than you'd like to admit.

After you were starting to feel better, Shuri proposed that you take a look in Bucky's head.

"We will keep him sedated, but not fully in cryo like he's been. You may have better luck than we have at finding the root."

You nervously agreed. As much as Bucky seemed to trust you, you were still learning to trust yourself. What if you did mess him up even more somehow?

You tried to push the thoughts away. There was no way those could be helpful.

So you sat down next to the table he was laid on, and pressed your fingers into his temples.

Your heart broke as you searched his mind. You sifted through memories until you saw some that looked...wrong was the only word you could think of.

You saw a cryo chamber, not unlike the one he had just been in, but this wasn't Bucky.

You moved toward it, and placed your hand on the glass.

The dark eyes of the Winter Soldier shot open, shocking you back to your body as Bucky tried to sit up on the table, fighting his restraints and searching for a weapon as Shuri stepped back and security was called.

You looked down at him and his eyes locked with yours, full of anger and fear.

And a determination to kill.

You blinked and you were back in his head, just having entered the room with the Winter Soldier.

You exited his mind, not wanting to risk disturbing anything further. You opened your eyes and saw Bucky, still under on the table.

"What did you see?" Shuri asked. "You look pale. Are you-?"

"I found it," you said. "I found the Winter Soldier."

Now if you could just figure out how to get your abstract view of his mind to line up with Shuri's scientific view, that would be great.

-

Months passed, and it seemed that slowly Shuri was making progress. Between the two of you, you were able to locate the specific area of the brain that had been hijacked, and Shuri was working on a solution to help him heal. Some fancy science stuff and some therapy combined with a bit of luck and one day he would be clear.

One of the first days they woke him up and had him walking around, you joined the Dora Milaje who were escorting him.

You spent most of the time giving him a tour to the best of your understanding. He was mostly silent, taking in all the sights. He'd hum in agreement or give whatever responses were polite, but that was about it.

As you prepared to turn back, he spoke up.

"Thank you."

You turned to him, wondering exactly what he meant. He said it with too much gravity to mean your mediocre services as a tour guide. You couldn't help getting a glimpse of his surface thoughts. Lots of fear and self-hatred going on.

"Of course." Was all you could think to reply.

-

You settled into a routine as Bucky adapted over the following weeks. Wakanda had truly begun to feel like home.

Of course that was when you got a call from Natasha.

"We need you to come in."

And of course you'd go.

It was relatively simple. There was a terrorist organization with Chitauri weapons, they just weren't quite sure where. You were less recognizable than the rest of the Avengers, as keeping out of the public eye had been your preference. Add your telepathic abilities and you had the best chance of quickly figuring it out without being found out.

And you were more likely to be able to call for backup if needed.

There was a knock at your door as you packed a bag. You knew who it was before you answered. You'd grown used to his mind at this point, and he was thinking pretty loudly, thoughts racing.

"So you're leaving?"

"Nat says they need me. Shouldn't take took long."

What if you don't come back?

"Of course I'll come back. It'll be-"

You didn't realize until you'd already replied that he hadn't asked out loud. You turned to face him, struggling to read the expression on his face.

"I'm sorry. That's got to feel incredibly invasive. Just with all the connecting I've been doing combined with how loud you were thinking."

"It's fine." He looked down at his feet. "I mean, those powers of yours have been a great help to me, and I may not trust my mind, but I do trust yours."

You paused for a moment before turning back to pack, really not knowing how to reply to that. You wanted to ask him why he was thinking so loudly. Why he seemed so worried. But you thought better of it. You'd obviously become close, who wouldn't?

Combine that with how long he's been on his own or surrounded by people who just wanted to use him, you couldn't blame him.

You threw your bag on your shoulder. "I'll be back in a few days, maybe a week." Bucky nodded.

"Just, stay safe out there." You nodded and walked past him toward your ride.

-

You were made on day 2 of being undercover, so you had to improvise. You really hadn't planned on the number 1 Psychrono superfan being part of this organization, and you were so focused on finding the location of the weapons, that you didn't really have a heads up.

You almost turned time back, but what were you gonna do? Shoot the guy who named you? You were brand new there was no way that was gonna go well. Convince him not to out you? Not likely. Better to conserve energy.

So no more undercover, you were just going to have to convince them you were mad at the government over the whole Sokovia Accords thing and you didn't tell them who you were because you assumed they wouldn't believe you and you wanted to make sure their operation was worth really being a part of before revealing you were enhanced.

Please tell me no one told her about Blue Ridge.

Crap does she know about Wintergreen?

That would have to be enough. They seemed to buy your story enough, now you just had to convince them you were worth keeping around. At least long enough for Cap and the others to get to you since you signaled them and passed on the intel as soon as you got the location.

Just in case they decided to just shoot you now, at least they got the info. Not that you intended to die today.

You stood with your hands in the air as three of them huddled up. At least they hadn't had the good sense to restrain you. Would make it easier to run if the opportunity presented itself.

It's too risky.

What are we gonna do? Kill an Avenger?

Is she even an Avenger anymore?

Maybe she'd make a good hostage.

Or maybe she does want to help?

Steve's thoughts broke through the noise.

Brace!

You braced yourself and put your hands behind your head just before an explosion rocked the building. You curled yourself down, covering your head as others were knocked from their feet, but you immediately recovered and made for cover.

You felt a sting in the back of your calf as you dove behind a metal desk. You drew your weapon, adrenaline helping you ignore the gun shot wound in your leg for now, but running for real might not be an option.

The chaos continued, and most of the focus turned to the explosion, but there were still shots aimed in your direction.

You felt a pain in your stomach. Like you were being pulled backward by your belly button.

You drew your weapon, trying to decide between firing and just waiting it out, when something landing on the ground in front of you.

A grenade.

You panicked and tried to wind back time in the split second that it blew.

The tugging sensation got more powerful and then everything was quiet.

The gun fire stopped and when you opened your eyes it was far to bright.

As your eyes adjusted you realized you were outside, sitting on the ground in a field by a pond, and as you turned to see a building you didn't recognize, you fainted.

-

A/N: What happened? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I hope y'all are enjoying this one!

[kamosaki]

Yours

Pairing: Cult!leader Geto x Reader

Summary: Letting your jealousy get to you leads to a night of passion and devotion with your boyfriend

Warnings: Jealous!reader, smut (mdni), p in v, unprotected sex, lowkey dom!geto towards the end

The sun was shining though the blinds of your bedroom window, you were tucked in your expensive sheets, the morning was perfect except for one thing. Geto wasn't in the bed. Slowly you slip on your robe and start looking for him. Once you find him your confusion turns into a wave of anger and jealousy.

Upon walking out of your bedroom you hear his muffled voice somewhere nearby. You follow it until you find him walking in the garden observing the flowers you recently planted. He's got his phone to his ear, clearly talking to someone. You begun walking back so not to disturb him but then you heard the voice on the other end of the call.

It was one of the cults largest donors. She was some rich older lady that clearly only donated because she was attracted to Geto. Which to be fair is how many people get drawn in but the way she spoke and acted around him enraged you but because of her hefty donations you really couldn't say anything.

Geto know you didn't like her. Even Mimiko and Nanako have made their opinions known about her. Still you all understood that business was business and donations like hers was what kept everyone living so comfortably. That being said today quite frankly you just weren't in the mood.

As childish as it sounds you decided to give Geto the silent treatment. For how long? You weren't sure yet, just until you were over it you suppose. Typically in the mornings you'll make breakfast for everyone but today you're cooking for everyone but Geto.

By the time he's finished his phone call you were Mimiko and Nanako had already sat at the table. He greets then before informing you that he won't be joining you for breakfast and that he's got an important meeting with a donor. He doesn't give you time to even consider answering before he's gone.

Although you weren't planning on feeding him it still made you angry that he was ditching you to go to a meeting with her. "I didn't know Mr. Geto had a meeting today." Mimiko speaks up from the table. "He's going to a meeting with the woman we all despise."

"I was eavesdropping on their conversation. Apparently she wants to discuss her next donation." Nanako continues. "I'm sure she'd like to do more than discuss things with him". You mutter but the girls still hear and laugh at the comment. You give them their plates before sitting down with them.

While sitting with them, you let them in on your plan. "Do you really think that ignoring him is the best solution?" Nanako questions. "I guess I'll just have to wait and see." The three of you finish your food and leave the table. You head to your room to get dressed for the day.

Flipping through your closet you settle on a casual dress that you know Geto loves. Often times in the morning he likes to pick your outfits for you. At first you thought it was a bit odd and controlling but over time you've come to enjoy it. You put the finishing touches with your perfume and makeup and head out.

As Getos partner you didnt really have a job per se. You just kept up your appearance by interacting with members and donors. The day went by painfully slow. You couldn't lie you missed Geto, it had been hours and you hadn't seen him since the morning.

The more you thought about it you really just wanted to see him but because of the meeting with the donor you couldn't. This only made you angrier and more jealous as the day went on. By the end of it you were beyond frustrated. Soon you got tired of your duties and just decided to head back to you and Getos shared space.

You quickly jump in the shower and attempt to wash of the negativity that the day seems to have left on you. Once you're out of the shower you slip on some pajamas and slip in bed. While lying there you think of your multiple failed attempts at getting back at your boyfriend.

You were so deep in thought that you miss the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. You also miss the sound of Getos robe hitting the floor as he rids himself of it before joining you in bed. It's not until he lies down beside you that you notice him. You subconsciously scoot closer to him but remain facing the other direction.

"I missed you today." he says softly. "I was stuck in a meeting with that monkey all day. All I wanted was to be by your side." You don't reply as you process his words. You didn't even think how he was feeling throughout the day.

He reaches over and rolls you onto your back so he can see your face. "Why aren't you talking to me. You're not upset with me, are you?" You look away before finally answering him. "I was jealous and it made me mad at you but now I see how stupid that is." His hand brings your face back so you're looking at him in the eyes.

"I've wanted to hear your voice all day." He cups the side of your face before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. "I hated having to be away from you for so long." you hear him say into your neck as he begins trailing kisses down it.

He gets to the top of your shirt before looking up at you for confirmation. Once he receives it in the form of a small nod from you he reaches a hand underneath you before flipping the two of you over. You're now straddling him as he lies back on the bed.

Your hands rest on his chest as a way to stabilize yourself. Feeling his bare skin beneath your hands you realize he's completely naked aside from his underwear. Your eyes are drawn to his neck where you notice a faded love bite that had you not been so close to him you would've missed.

This leads you to lean down and place some new love bites across his neck. His hands find your hips and grip them tightly when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. Slowly you begin grinding against him, feeling him harden beneath you.

"You were really jealous today?" he asks for a reason your unsure of. "I was". Before you can go back to leaving marks down his chest he brings a hand to the back of your head, making you look at him once more. "I'm yours, only yours, always." The way he looks at you causes a chill to run up your spine.

In that moment it's as if you two were the only people on earth. Before you know it your crashing your lips onto his. This kiss is messy and passionate as you find yourself gripping his hair and he runs his hands all along your body. You break away for just a moment so that you can rid yourself of your clothes.

Once naked, you pull them hem of his boxers down and pull his cock out. You take some of your own arousal in your hand and stroke him before lining him up at your entrance. Gently, you lower yourself onto him until you've taken him halfway.

Then suddenly you drop your hips all the way down. Geto throws his head back against the pillows while you gasp at the fullness you feel. Using his chest as leverage you begin bouncing yourself on his cock. He watches you with lidded eyes as you rise and fall.

The way your chest moves with every movement, his ability to see you taking his cock, how gorgeous you look on top of him, all of it captivated him. Noticing how entranced he is you decide to try something he's done to you more times then you can count.

You lightly rest your hand on his throat. Not enough to cut off airflow, just enough do that he knows you're there. Coming back to reality he gives you a look that tells you not to get ahead of yourself but you can't help it. Just for a second you squeeze. He simply raises his eyebrows at you, shocked that you actually went though with your idea.

At first you think that's all he's going to do until you see a deviant smirk come onto his face. He plants his feet onto the bed and suddenly he's thrusting up into you. You cry out at the sudden movement causing him to hit that particular spot that seems to make you loose all ability to think. He continues thrusting and youre unable to keep up with him.

You fall against his chest with an empty mind as he's fucked any thoughts out of your head. You feel his arms wrap around you keeping you trapped against him. "You think bring on top means your in control, don't you? Tell me sweet girl does it feel like you're in control now?"

You barely comprehend his words,feeling him plunge in and out of you at such a rapid pace. A small "N-no." is all you can manage. A sly grin spreads across his face before he answers you. "Good." You begin feeling yourself come undone at his actions. "Gonna cum." you whimper against his neck.

"That's right cum for me, pretty girl." He cradles your head against him as you begin to shake from the intensity of your orgasm. Your hips buck against his while you whine about how good it feels. He kisses your forehead before quickening his pace even more. Soon he also releases and you feel it as he pumps inside you.

Gently he lets you go but you stay on top of him. He moves fallen hair pieces out of your face and admires your blissful expression. The way you gaze at him so contentedly brings a smile to his face. "Feel better now?" You only nod before placing a sweet kiss to his cheek and closing your eyes, having finally gotten what you wanted all day.

A/n: Goodness this turned out longer than I expected but oh well I fw it

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[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

Hello! I really like your work! I would love to have a child RnD with child main toon reader. RnD have a crush on reader. When RnD get approached by reader Razzle thinks they’re going to be famous because reader is a main toon but Dazzle is just a bit nervous about reader because of their crush on reader. I’m sorry I just love the idea of RnD being itty-bitty wittle baby’s 😍.

Thank you!

Child Razzle & Dazzle Having A Crush On Child Main Toon Reader!

Hello, dear!! This was very cute!! Sorry it took a while, been feeling a liiiiitle (somewhat-) unmotivated, I hope I did this well, dear! Here you go, thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-Life was quite interesting in Gardenview, you had learned early that you were one of the "main" characters, so your role played a big part in this place. You and the other mains got the most attention from the staff, something about wanting to prepare you and help you adjust to the place so you can do things yourself too. Everyone was clumsy but they tried their best to do their own tasks or explore around and get used to this place.. it was really huge, too. If you had any trouble, the staff were here to help push you to the right path.

-Razzle and Dazzle were going to be in the regular cast like most other toons. While they didn't get as much attention from the staff, they seemed to also pick things decently well, especially considering just how many non-main toons were running around. Even though they focused on their plays or exploring around, they liked to observe everyone else and get to meet them as well. They also liked sitting down and talking to each other, though, Razzle got to know Dazzle well, they were in the same body, after all. They did also get quite curious of those that were called "main" toons as well, what was different about those toons?

-They did get their answer eventually as they looked more and more at the mains, especially you. You definitely grabbed their attention with your own little skills. Yes, they did get impressed a lot with the others too but when you waved at them when they were just curiously looking, they couldn't help but freeze before Razzle waved at you happily and Dazzle shyly. A small conversation started between the two of you before your toon handler gently called out to you, making you wave goodbye at the two and leave. Razzle had a big smile on his face and Dazzle a small one.

-Razzle thought you were super cool, he even imagined how cool you will look in front of those "future visitors" the staff keep talking about. He could definitely see you getting popular and felt so excited for you! He wasn't exactly jealous or anything, honestly just seeing your skills or how you acted with others and did things, it only intrigued him a lot. Sure you had some extra help from the staff but seeing you pick up things and locations with ease that it even stunned the staff, no wonder you were a main! He thought mains were so interesting, he even began observing the others with quiet admiration though his eyes were mostly following you.

-Dazzle was more shy with his words and felt kinda intimidated to talk to you, not that you did anything, of course! You were just.. too cool, he felt his little mind freeze when it came to approaching you. He often played with his shirt as he looked away from you nervously. It was also during the time where you felt more confident in yourself and skills as a main, it made Dazzle's poor heart beat faster whenever you gave him a compliment. He felt a small smile grow on his face as he blushed. Shyly mumbling a quick thank you as he didn't meet your shining eyes.

-Eventually, Razzle feels the urge to cheer you on closer in person and thought you were pretty while Dazzle was so shy when Razzle got close to you, he mostly just kept giving a small wave without saying anything, as his lips were trembling. Dazzle looked up to you a lot, he didn't want to mess up or anything. He might not talk much but he really does think of his words a lot and what to say to you exactly. Razzle did most of the talking and even spoke for Dazzle if he felt him silently panicking. Dazzle always says thanks to Razzle when they are alone. Even as kids, those two took care of each other well.

-You were the only main that they truly looked up to, you were super kind with them and your smile stayed in their minds for a good while, making them blush and feel warm. Yes, they also thought other mains were cool and nice but something about you definitely just.. draws them in constantly. It just felt nice to be around you, your company was really enjoyable and they often found themselves around you. The more they stuck around you, the more they felt this specific warm and fuzzy emotion hit them in their stomach and stayed there constantly, especially when they saw your cute smile.

-Razzle really enjoys coming up with ways to impress you and get your attention! His goal was to make you laugh at his comedy plays or to at least make your eyes sparkle from looking at his plays! While he wasn't as nervous as Dazzle, he really reallyyyy wanted to impress you too, just like you have impressed them with your awesome skills! He really does try his best and it does work here and there. If he ever catches you giggling at what he did or said, Razzle's eyes sparkle as a bright smile appears on his face, he was so happy!

-Dazzle, on the other hand, he prefers doing quiet activities together with you, like drawing, looking at pretty pictures together with you or even reading a fairytale that you both take turns reading the sentences. At first, it was Razzle that asked if you wanted to hang out with Dazzle, as he was still quite the nervous boy but after a while? Dazzle gets the small courage from Razzle to ask you himself, even if he stutters and his voice gets very quiet for a while, he appreciates your patience though and even tells you that you don't have to. You always just smile and say yes, making his cheeks feel warm and thanking you with a small smile.

-You three grew together side by side and spend more time with one another. You also really liked their presence and you think that Razzle is funny and Dazzle is sweet. You get to know them more and those two, even though they don't understand fully what they feel for you now, they know you are someone special to them. Every day is filled with laughs, getting to understand Gardenview together side by side and growing in your skills and interests too. At the end of the day, you three do everything together while holding hands, sharing good days at this place.

Thank you for reading! <3

[sonnetsarepoems]

Here me out, Darry Curtis as a police officer or a detective. After the whole incident Darry finally goes to school once pony in school, and he takes the test and does all the requirements to become an officer. Him dating a sweetheart reader. Very cute, and very traditional life.

Darry Curtis x Sweetheart!Reader

I love this so much. I HOPE YOU ENJOYYY

Warning: Use of Y/n

"Officer Curtis"

The tragic events of Tusla Oklahoma changed everyone. Everyone was more focused on themselves and not just on social status. But the Curtis Family changed progressively. 3 of their friends had died that night, but only two of them had stopped breathing. The family of four wasn't the same as before, Ponyboy was different. He would cause trouble, pick fights, argue more than usual and he was failing school.

Darry and Y/n saw the change. They knew Ponyboy was hurt. Yes, it was the guilt and mourning of his two closest friends but the majority of this pain was due to the cops prioritizing the 'Socs' story more. Darry knew he wanted this to change. He hated seeing his kid brother like this. To know that Ponyboy was looked down on just because he wasn't a 'Rich Side Soc'.

He knew he wanted a change in society. And Darry was going to help. The decision wouldn't leave his mind at all. Darrel was constantly reminded of changing their society whoever Ponyboy would be around. Seeing how his little brother was affected, hurt him so much. Darry couldn't take it anymore.

Darry was in the bed he shared with his fiance, Y/n. The couple were cuddled up next to each other on the comfy king sized bed as they watched TV in the room. Y/n laid her head on Darry's chest and he held her waist, occasionally rubbing her hip. His mind was filled with the thoughts of becoming a police officer in town. But there was only one problem, he needed to go back to college and earn a degree.

"hey.." Darry mumbled quietly, breaking the silence between them.

Y/n lifted her head up to look at him.

"Yeah?" Y/n responded, her gaze locked on him.

"What do you think about me going back to school?" Darrel asked, a little afraid to see what she would respond with.

Y/n thought to herself for a second. She knew that Darry had always wanted to go back to school and earn a degree. But that dream stopped once he was given custody of his two brothers. Y/n always was there to support him and Darry's dreams. She returned back to him and smiled.

"I think you should baby," Y/n smiled softly and lifted her hand onto his chest.

"But what are you gonna major in?" Y/n asked as she traced circles on his toned chest.

Darry took in a deep sigh as he prepared to answer her. He grabbed the remote beside him and paused the show; they both weren't paying any attention too.

"I-I wanna major in Criminal Justice" He spoke, looking away from Y/n.

"I wanna be a police officer." Darrel returned his gaze towards Y/n and let out a low chuckle.

Y/n wasn't expecting Darry to have a desire to become an officer. She looked at him again and raised an eyebrow.

"Can I ask where this came from?" Y/n asked, no hint of her being mad or annoyed, just surprise.

Darrel nodded and sat up a bit more. His back pressed against the head frame of the bed. He let out another sigh and began to speak.

"Yeah..It's just-I've realized that we get treated differently. And I don't mean us specifically, I mean 'greasers' in general," Darry paused to find the rest of the words he wanted to get out.

"Ever since Johnny and Dallas died, Ponyboy hasn't been the same. And some of it's from him seeing them both die in less than an hour but It's the cops." Darrel sighed and looked back at Y/n to see if she had anything else to say. Y/n nodded at him to continue.

"The cops never treated him or us right. They-They made sure that the 'Socs' were treated better and took their side of the story more seriously than Ponyboy and Johnny. It-it's just that I wanna change that." Darry finished his explanation, he looked back down and Y/n and waited for her to put out her input.

Y/n looked at Darry in admiration. She knew how much he cared for his kid brothers and the rest of the gang. Y/n smiled and interlaced both of their hands.

"I think you should, Darrel. I get what you're saying and I agree with you." Y/n spoke smoothly and rubbed his rough calloused hand with her soft delicate thumb.

"I love you and you know I will support you through anything. And if this is what you want to do for the rest of your life, I will be there." Y/n looked at Darrel's hard-iced eyes and looked for the sparkle.

"I want you to know that this is possible and I wanna help you reach this dream. I'll help pay for half of what your schooling is, okay Baby?" Y/n smiled once again and lightly squeezed his hand.

Darry laughed a bit as he returned the loving squeeze.

"I love you.. so much sweetheart." Darry spoke low as he leaned in for a kiss.

After the late night conversation, Darrel researched and researched for any college in Oklahoma that offered Criminal Justice to major in. He looked into a community college close to home and was great for Criminal Justice. Darry enrolled into the community college and Y/n and he started making payments for his tuition.

Darrel worked at his roofing job but only for part-time instead of his full-time shift, which he was very thankful for. He would be at school for only half of the day and go to work straight after. Y/n helped so much. She would make dinner whenever Darry was slumped on homework or when she knew he needed a break.

During his years of College, Darry was studying more and more. He was determined to make a change. After 2 years, Darrel finally received his diploma for Criminal Justice. His Brothers and Y/n were the loudest at his graduation. Y/n was so happy for Darrel. She knew that he would be the best cop.

After a couple months, Darrel was accepted to the police academy located in the city of Tulsa. He trained and trained hard to become the best at the academy. Darry knew how much he wanted this and how badly he needed this. Y/n was there for him, whenever his muscles ached from how much force he was using on his arms, fixing his knuckles from practicing self-defense.

Finally, Darrel was promoted from the academy. He was officially an officer in the Tulsa Police Department. The day he was promoted, they held a ceremony for the rookie officers. Once again, Darrel's brothers and his finance were the loudest people. They were screaming him name and cheering as loud as they could. After Darrel was recognized for his dedication, he was able to meet with his family. Darrel looked around rapidly.

Once he spotted the three of them searching for him, Darrel ran straight to Y/n. He wrapped his strong arms around her petite self and kissed her long and passionately. The younger brothers looked at each other and laughed at the couple's loving affection towards one another.

Finally, he pulled away and hugged both his brothers as tightly as possible. Darry pulled away from the both of them and his smile was beaming with happiness. Y/n was ecstatic that her fiance did it. She was beyond proud of him and everything he had done to accomplish his goal.

As she stepped closer to Darrel, Y/n found the expression on his face amusing. She wrapped her arms around his wide and bulky frame and reached her head up to give him another soft and gentle kiss. Once she pulled away, Y/n giggled to herself once more.

“So do I have to call you Officer Curtis now?” Y/n spoke through her giggles.

In response, Darry laughed and removed the hat he was required to wear. He then placed the hat on her head and smiled to himself.

“Yep, every single day…” He whispered and leaned into her for one more kiss.

(UGH MY CUTIES BRO. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS. THIS SO FUN TO WRITE)

[cillianate]

ACHILLES, COME DOWN

robert reynolds x fem!oc

02. CONFRONT.

series masterlist

Nieve Parker gets stuck in a bit of a situation

word count: 1k

warnings: NOT EDITED, Bob and Nieve are so corny, arrogant john walker, slight language, thunderbolts spoilers!

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"Nieve?" John Walker said, breaking the girl out of her loved-up haze.

She broke away from Bob, and then turned to look at everyone else. Nieve hadn't realized she'd been crying until she saw the pitying look on Ava's face.

John looked at the man behind her and said one thing, "Who are you?"

Bob, in all his glory, simply said "I'm Bob."

John asked again, to which he got the same answer, "I told you, I'm uh, yeah I'm Bob."

"Jesus Christ, stop staying Bob," groaned John.

"Who sent you, Bob?" Yelena asked, speaking up for the first time in forever.

"I wasn't sent. Why would I be sent? Were you all sent?"

He replied in his ever-so-nervous tone.

"I'm not sure what's going on here, but you're all exhausting and my job is done," said Ava, who'd barely spoken until now.

"Oh, but you see my job. It's watching you. So no, you're not going anywhere else," Yelena combatted in her thick Russian accent.

In the meantime, Bob's left hand had found purchase on Nieve's arm, soothing it in the way he once had.

"So you're watching her, huh? That's a halfway decent cover for someone stealing Ox's assets," John accused.

"I'm not stealing, she's stealing-" Yelena spoke, before connecting the dots on what had actually happened here.

"Okay. It's clear we've all worked for Valentina in some kind of shadow ops role," she deduced trying to eliminate any conflict and bring the group together so they could think of some solution.

Nieve, having no interest in any of this and already having notified Bucky, stepped her way backward toward Bob, where she then stood by his side, taking his hand in her own and beginning to twist his fingers between hers.

"So what?" John questioned Yelena, as accusatory as Nieve always knew him to be.

"So all of this is Ox's mysteries. But so are we," Yelena concluded.

"Which makes us the unknown liabilities in this," Ava added.

"Speak for yourself," John said. He'd always had difficulty seeing himself as a problem. However, Nieve had a feeling that whatever this experience was would change that about him. She wasn't sure how or why, but she knew it'd happen.

"We're the evidence and this is the shredder. She wants us gone," Yelena argued back, truing to show John that he was not some magical exception.

"Your theory is flawed," John, again retorted.

"Oh, please," Yelena permitted sarcastically, "go on."

John then went on to formulate an entire theory as to why everyone in this vault was flawed, but not him. Nieve almost, almost brought up his divorce, but figured it was probably too fresh, so she kept her mouth shut until someone thought it was right to speak about her.

"Yup, just keep attacking us, John. Didn't you murder an innocent man?" Ava questioned.

"Yeah, and what about her? Why just attack us?" Yelena egged him on.

"Well, I'm sure you already know about her, so it's really not necessary for me to say anything," John said, now resigned like a turtle in it's shell. So what? John had a soft spot for Nieve. This was something she'd discovered long ago. She presumed it was because he knew everything about her past and how she'd been taken.

"Oh I know all about her. The 17 year old girl who was taken and experimented on by Hydra and then got saved by the Winter Solider. How marvelous," Yelena said in her signature sarcastic tone.

Nieve simply hummed.

John, trying to get the attention off of Nieve, simply said "Hey, look. I'm a decorated war veteran, okay? I have a loving wife and a son. Let's be honest. You guys are just cheap mercenaries, alright? So clearly I was supposed to bring you in."

All Nieve could bear to do was give him an eye roll, knowing he's just lied about half of that to place himself in a higher position of power than the girls in front of him.

"That was funny," Yelena said, still laughing

"Thanks," Ava added.

"We needed that," Nieve piggybacked off the two.

"It was getting pretty tense in here for a second," Bob slightly laughed along, trying to place himself in the situation alongside Nieve, who ran her thumb over his hand a little more.

Walker scoffed, then said, "I'm not leaving here without completing my mission. Valentina gave me a clean slate guarantee and I'm not going to blow it. But this weirdo wasn't part of the job, so I need to know: how did you get in?"

Bob, shellshocked with the attention now all on him, said, "I don't remember."

"Excellent answer," the scruffy veteran said. "Alright, tie him up."

"John, no," Nieve finally spoke up.

"Why not, huh? Who even is this guy, anyway! You obviously know him, Nieve. Why don't you explain?" John accused, now taking out his frustration on the first person he could find, who was now Nieve as Ava and Yelena had both switched gears toward examining Bob with their hot eyes as he almost cowered behind his best friend.

"I will tell you when we get out of here."

Just as she said this, Ava walked toward the door, attempting to leave after having been reminded by Nieve's words. However, this attempt proved futile as a loud, shrieking sound handicapped all of their senses, causing Ava to fall to the ground in pain, and Nieve to release Bob's hand.

All of a sudden, the room was illuminated by red and a timer blared through a window that Nieve hadn't noticed before.

1:58

1:57

1:56

Oh God. She had to get out of here.

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To Be Small Again

Written for @steverogersbingo. B4 - Serum breaks down.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Steve Rogers Bingo | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader (doctor)

Word Count: 1197

Summary: Steve got hit with something that's bound to the serum flowing through his veins. Now, he's reverting back to his old body, and he's sought you out for help.

Warnings: lots of feels; hurt/comfort; Steve grows closer to you; possible reciprocal feelings; Steve transforms from post-serum back to pre-serum

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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The blast had been easy enough to shake off.

Steve didn't consider it anything to worry about.

Why should he? The serum in his veins kept him fairly impervious to anything that tried to take him down.

It wasn't until everyone returned to the compound that he first noticed something was wrong.

In a sparring session with a new trainee, a wild punch caught him off-guard and sent him to his knees. The impact wouldn't have fazed him under normal circumstances. He chalked it up to his heightened distraction since you'd been in the room that morning.

Shaking off the hit, Steve resumed his training, especially when you shot him the smile he absolutely adored.

That afternoon, he retreated into the common room, determined to find a snack. Something almost as sweet as you, he couldn't help thinking, as he sought out his shelf. It was the upper shelf that only he could reach and where he stashed his favorite treats you made him.

When he stretched up, his brows drew together and a frown pulled at his features.

His fingertips barely brushed against his shelf.

Even his tiptoes didn't get him to his destination.

Bucky, who'd been passing by, saw him struggling to pull down the treats Steve wanted. He paused and watched for a few moments before changing trajectory. Reaching up, he pulled down the bowl Steve wanted and handed it to him with his own raised brow.

"You good?" Bucky asked softly.

Steve nodded though he wasn't actually sure it was.

"Weren't you taller than me yesterday?"

Disbelief laced Bucky's words, causing Steve to give Bucky's height a once-over or two. Steve, too, noted that his eyes didn't quite meet where they typically did on Bucky's face. Rather than being level with Bucky's forehead, they sat more so with the tip of Bucky's nose.

How did that happen?

"I gotta go," Steve said softly, rushing from the room. He had some presence of mind to set his snack bowl on the counter before he left but just barely.

All he wanted was some answers, and he was determined to get them. Rushing toward the labs and medical building on the compound's vast grounds, he soon found himself running slightly out of breath. It took everything in him not to start coughing and even wheezing as he shoved open the door to your medical office.

"Steve, you okay?" you asked, looking up at his abrupt appearance.

Before he could catch his breath to answer, you were up and out of your chair. Your cool hands settled on his cheeks as you studied his features, murmuring, "Deep, steady breaths. You can do it. It's going to be alright."

Somehow, he hadn't noticed his breathing sounded like a panic attack rather than just a struggle to breathe because he'd overexerted himself.

That set a bit of panic in then.

He hadn't felt like this since before the serum.

Could the serum be failing after all this time? How? Why?

"Steve, look at me," you commanded, only smiling again once he managed to do as you wanted.

It hadn't been easy as he wanted nothing more to stop whatever was happening. While he'd done well enough when he was smaller, weaker, he'd also grown used to the power, strength, and ability of his healthier, bigger body. Could he really go back and be the same man?

"We're going to figure this out. I'm not going to stop until we do," you assured him.

"Can it be reversed?"

A flicker of hope crept into his words. It had to. He needed to hold on to something if he was going to trust in whatever process you might have in store for him.

Steve could see the battle war within you between wanting to appease him and wanting to be honest. He appreciated you so much more for it, too, even if he continued to wheeze, still finding it hard to catch an actual deep, easy breath.

"I don't know," you finally said, "but I have hope."

Taking comfort in your words, Steve followed your every instruction from that point forward.

Days and days of tests later, the determination came back.

It all came back to his last mission and that blast he'd taken.

Whatever compound they'd used, it'd bound itself to the serum within his veins, negating its effects on his system.

His height shrunk by degrees as did his weight. No longer six foot and some inches or two forty, Steve stood below five and a half foot again and weighed a whopping ninety-five pounds, soaking wet.

He could live with that, but a lot of his previous health problems returned. Asthma, arrhythmia, and hearing loss, to name a few of them.

You'd prescribed him an inhaler and other meds to help keep all those in check. Another test and fitting got him some hearing aids that helped, but he'd also started lessons with Clint to learn ASL at your encouragement.

Weeks trudged by with few answers.

That didn't stop you from seeking out what you could. You'd even pulled in Bruce and Tony in the hopes they could help.

While they'd been able to isolate the compounds that bound themselves to the serum, they couldn't say how to unbind them. They certainly didn't know if the binding would be permanent or not. All they could say was they were still trying. They hadn't given up, either.

Meanwhile, Steve learned to manage in this modern world with his previous body.

It hadn't been easy by any means after having such a taste of not being manacled by ailments, but he adapted anyway. What choice did he have?

The best parts of his day included you.

His sweet doctor who never failed to give him something to smile about.

Sure, it'd been harder to do that at the beginning, but you never gave up on him. You kept coming back as only a friend would.

He honestly didn't know what he'd do without you in his life.

Not that he's forgotten his other friends.

Bucky, Sam, and Nat never failed to check up on him or spend time with him. They brought him things or talked about their days with him, but it wasn't the same. Sam and Nat were tied to him from a recent past he wasn't sure would come back. Bucky was a mixture of the new and old, bringing with him a swirl of emotions that Steve was never quite sure what to do with.

They meant well enough, but he could sense their guilt and their pity for what happened to him. If they'd been quicker or maybe taken the blast, then he wouldn't be stuck like this.

It was different with you.

Your sweet gaze never changed since everything else had.

Big or small, you saw him.

And that meant the world to him.

Granted, he wasn't ready to even broach the subject of deeper feelings with you yet.

He imagined he would be someday.

Even if he remained trapped in this smaller body, he couldn't help believing you wouldn't mind. You'd still love him either way, and that's what kept him going.

[lokistemptress]

As usual, everything with mary has eating disorder, depressive, guilt, trauma, and a bunch of other themes. 

j.b.b “The Enchantress” ii

Slow melodious beeps.

Pure white lights.

Soft linen sheets, the steady stream of air conditioning.

I can feel myself awake before I actually feel awake. I can sense everything around me. The footsteps of people pacing around the room, I can hear people chattering about too. A feeling of dread washes over me. I'm not dead yet, and I highly doubt I ever will be dead. 

A sudden breath of air shocks my lungs and I sit upright, grasping the blanket on my body. It's too cold in here. I breathe in a few breaths. There's a window directly ahead of me, letting in golden streams of light. Wakanda is beautiful at sunset. The sky turning all different kinds of shades of pink, purple, and blue. Sometimes it's a little windy, and it blows the trees leaves against each other in all directions and you can hear it like a whisper. To my right, is a TV screen, it's on, playing on a low setting. Probably the voices I heard while I was sleeping. To my left is a door, and window to look at the hallway outside. But the blinds were shut, the door open. Leaning against the frame was Shuri. Her arms were crossed over her chest. "I'd say you're getting better, you haven't had an accident like this in two months but I think I know better." she speaks up. Her voice is a bit muffled, and my vision isn't all there too but I feel healthier than I have in a while and it makes me sick. 

She's not entirely wrong. Although I haven't dropped like this in two months, I've had moments where I'm in my house and everything goes black. I awake in the morning with no recollection of what happened the night before. "Sorry." I apologized. It's really all I know how to do nowadays. She scoffs and shakes her head, walking over to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I hate having to worry about you working out in the fields all the day. You know if it wasn't for the man, no one would have known you were sick at all."

The man?

I tilt my head in confusion. I don't remember a man. I don't remember anything, as usual. Shuri just sighs and offers a smile. She doesn't explain who 'the man' is, but my brain seems to have an answer, like it knows, but it won't communicate with the rest of me. "You're bed ridden for two weeks. You've got to get your energy back."

"I feel energetic."

"That's the medication."

She knows better than anyone, I hate being bed ridden. I feel like a weakling, just lying in bed when I have so many chores that need to be done. "And, don't even think about getting out of it, we have someone who's going to finish all your chores for you."

"Who?"

"You know who." a chill runs down my spine. It clicks. "He touched me?" I asked, feeling my skin crawl. It wasn't very common for me to touch people, mostly just Shuri when we hugged, but it took me a while to do that. I always feel like I'm putting her in danger, but the witch inside me seems to enjoy my friends. She's had terrible thoughts about people in passing, I can hear her whispers in my head. Kill. Destroy. Burn. Chaos. She puts images in my head, and it often leads to killer headaches. But she likes Shuri, she thinks she's smart. Plus, Shuri always makes sure I get nursed back to full health, or at least partial health. Helping me means helping the enchantress, so really it's all the same. It doesn't make me feel like she'd be safe though. 

Additionally, the fact I wasn't even conscious for it, makes me feel worse. "He picked you up with one hand and through you over his shoulder like a ragdoll." she explained, like she enjoyed it. Her eyes were wide, like she thought it was funny. "I've never seen you like that before." she continued, her eyes dimming down a bit. "You're not going to be working out in the field anymore. You can sleep in your own home, and read on Tuesdays, but from now on, you won't be farming." she stands up from the bed but I catch her wrist. There's no way she's going to tell me I'm no longer farming, and then just leave me here to wallow in my own self pity. "You can't do that."

"I can do that actually. If I see you in the fields, I'll have no other choice but to make you leave Wakanda." Shuri tugs her wrist back. "I feel like the longer we continue this pattern, the more you're setting yourself up for failure. I gave you a pass before, but it's gone on too long. I won't sit around watching you destroy yourself." she stares at me sadly, before turning and walking off. I can't believe I'm letting a kid scold me. I pull myself up to sit in the bed. I stare out at Wakanda through the large window. I can see the trees, swaying in the breeze.

If I weren't human, I think I'd be a tree. They stand tall, grow old, and could probably tell so many stories about all people they've encountered. Some grow fruits, some have flowers or nuts, all are surrounded by other trees, it's never lonely. I wish I was a tree. 

Two weeks later, I'm a free woman. A free woman with new guidelines and rules. I can visit the animals as much as I wish, but I'm not allowed to bathe or feed them. I can live in my own home, but Shuri or Okoye, sometimes even T'Challa himself if he's not too busy, will come check on me. I join Shuri for every meal, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and it's non-optional. If I miss even one meal, without checking in first, I have to leave Wakanda and live in the real world. If I am found feed the animals or bathing them, I leave Wakanda. I know to some it sounds rather harsh, but it's lighting a fire under my feet to keep me going. I guess it's going to be good for me, for whatever reason. That man who brought me to Shuri, I want to curse his entire bloodline, but I fear the witch would take it to literally and actually try. So, I try not to think of him too much. 

It is dinner now, and I've visited Shuri for breakfast and lunch already. The cool air flows through Wakanda this evening as we get closer to autumn. We're hosting a bonfire tonight. Lots of chicken and other meat are to be burnt. One of the oldest members of their tribe has their birthday today, it's a huge celebration for everyone, celebrating their life. It makes it better, cause you wouldn't expect them to be turning 97 today. She doesn't look any older than 60.

I sit with Shuri against a wooden log, while one of the many bonfires go on around us. I keep tossing in wood every few seconds, and Shuri makes sure I'm drinking water, and handing me pieces of chicken. It tastes good, and I hardly ever eat meat. I don't like eating animals, but Shuri makes sure to shush those voices. I wash it down with water anyway. The bonfire is warm against my skin, and I'm already sweating a thin layer after only being there for a few minutes. Today, for this special celebration, I'm wearing a yellow long skirt, and a cropped, off the shoulder top. The yellows match perfectly. I'm also not wearing my veil tonight, but my hair is still wrapped up in a messy bun at the nape of my neck.

Shuri and I laugh and smile, watching as her people beat drums and sing, others dance around in circles. It's not long before Shuri and I are dragged in for the celebrations. There were many thing's I learned to do while in Wakanda. I've learned their stories, and history, I've learned a few words in Xhosa, I'm far from fluent but some people only speak the language and no English. Some Tuesdays, I teach the kids English through my stories. I've learned how to braid hair too. I usually have nothing better to do. On my strolls through the Kingdom, often times I'll be roped into helping the girls while they braid. I find it quite calming and don't mind the long processes. My favorite thing, are their dances and songs. I love to dance around and have fun. It's not something I got to do throughout my life during the whole, Hydra thing. It's not often I even got the chance to smile. Nothing was funny when you're a soldier.

Shuri and I stick together, but the heat from the fire is making me dizzy, so I sit out a bit. Plus, I can see his eyes. He too sat against a log, legs spread just a bit. I completely forgot about him in the two weeks I was on bed rest. I want to thank him, I think I do. I also kind of want to punch him for staring at me all the time. I sit against a log to catch my breath, and sip on more water. I can see him on the opposite sides of the flames. He just stares back at me, curiously. I fear if I take my eyes off him, he'll disappear. It's been so long since I last saw him, he's grown in some facial hair, his hair longer, almost reaching his shoulders.

I drop my head down after a few seconds. Maybe Shuri is right, I can't run from him forever. Talking about the healing process sounds so simple, but actually progressing is going to take time.  What I needed when I came to Wakanda is an escape from reality. Somewhere I felt safe, somewhere I knew could shut me down if I got out of hand. I needed to pretend like the old me was just a fable. Now I don't exactly know what this Winter Solider wants from Wakanda, or if he even knows what his purpose is, but I could try and help. I won't just be helping him, it'll be helping me too. I look up again, directly across the bonfire to where he was sitting but he's gone now. My heart feels crushed for a moment, but I can feel a presence beside me and I look over. It's him. He's making his way around the bonfire, and standing a few paces away from me. I stare up at him, his features illuminated by the whisps of fire. He's taller than I remember. His attire is the same as the last time I saw him, a cloth draped over his shoulder. Interesting. He has a plate in his hand, and he motions it towards a spot right next to me and I nod. "You can sit." I agree. So he does, but not too close. Another person could fit comfortable in between us, maybe two if they squished. He stares ahead at the fire, picking at the pieces of meat on his plate. "I remember you."

I suck in a deep breath and nod. "I remember you too." my heart is beating so fast. I've never had such a strong connection to my past. Sure, I have my memories, but all the times I was strung up like a marionette and had my brain scrambled, I'm not sure what's true or what's a dream. It makes me feel sick. I can see pictures of us, small little moments. I can hear his screams in my head, and that, that I know to be true. You cannot imagine sounds as heart shattering as those. He sets the plate down in between us. "You helped me, the other day, when I was sick." I said, taking in all his features. He nods. "Watched you drop, it scared me."

"I wanted to say thank you earlier, but I wasn't allowed to leave my room." I explained and he nodded, and then finally looked at me completely. Before, he just stared into the fire like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I haven't gotten this close to him before. "You don't have to thank me."

"I do."

We sit quietly for a while but it isn't awkward. It's just silent, and I like when people can sit in pure silence. Nothing needs to be said for everyone to be okay. "I'm being moved to the meadow so I can watch you-that sounds wrong, I mean keep an eye on you. Shuri thinks it'd be good to give me something to do." I let out a breathless laugh at the mix up. "So you're the one coming in and stealing my job?" I accused jokingly and his eyes widen. "No, no you can have your job-"

"I'm kidding. I got demoted when I dropped." he lets out a deep breath and nods. "What happened to you anyway?" he asks slowly, carefully choosing his words. "It's kind of a long story." I play with the strings on my top, staring down at the yellow linen fabric. More hooting and hollering, and the birthday girl comes around, and everyone smiles as she's celebrated. This is the most easy going I think I've ever felt. I feel safe, warm. The smoke from the bonfire fills my lungs, and it tastes sweet but burnt. "We got all the time in the world." he lifts the plate again, showing me the pieces of chicken as, I assume, to be a peace offering. How can I say no to that? I take a couple pieces, and chew on it slowly, offering him a smile of thanks in return. "I'm James, but everyone just calls me Bucky." even though I knew him, a little, I had never learned his name. I always called him The Winter Soldier. 

It makes him feel more human, the name. Calling him The Winter Soldier made him feel like just that, just a soldier. And he is so much more than just a soldier. The same way I am more than just The Enchantress, more than just a witch. "I'm Marylin, but you can just call me Mary I guess." chuckling awkwardly at the introduction. I've never been good at that. Sometimes, I feel like my name isn't even mine. I learned it's called disassociation. "It's nice to meet you Mary." and he smiles, a nice smile. Not something forced but it's sweet. It suits him.

[voicesunified]

Honestly? Zadkiel had no idea. Michael could be a rather difficult person to understand but in his opinion? What was the problem with simply asking? They could try and figure all of it out afterwards, once they had their answer! If it was no, they'd figure out another way to learn! For now, Zadkiel happily grabbed Lucid's arm, yanked it around his waist and then simply JUMPED from the side of the Palace. He used his own wings to carry them down to the ground, made sure Lucid was carefully placed on his feet and then flew back up to get the other's shoes. Carrying them back down, he helped the other put them on and then grabbed his hand to run toward the town. That was the last place he heard Michael was, after all.

And finding him really wasn't hard.

In his pursuit of searching for Uriel and cleaning supplies, Michael had instead found Raphael. Not a productive day, in fact he was quite frustrated their younger brother was so difficult to locate. He was half tempted to go back partly accomplished, the cleaning supplies in bag and look for Uriel at home. While that thought was forming was when he found Raphael who was currently asking him about the rumors that had started to spread through Heaven already. He might as well had called it gossip and Michael was tempted to bite his head off about the situation. Yet, he understood too. Black holes forming in Heaven should be worrying.

In the process of figuring out how to explain the abnormality that was Lucid, the angel himself stumbled onto the scene tagged along by their youngest brother. The Heavens were certainly not giving Michael a break today, he could have started praying in that moment. Holding back a sigh he turned to face the two tumbling angels, tripping over each other no less! And gave Zadkiel a tired expression that definitely partly came across as disappointed.

Beside him Raphael blinked, blinked again and then gave a low sigh. "Whose the dweeb who looks like our dweeb?"

"Oh, you noticed that too!" Zadkiel tugged on Lucid's arm, pulling the other angel up to stand beside him. "My new friend! He does look a bit like me! It could be because we share such a stunning and radiant personality!"

"No it's definitely not that." Leaning to the side Raphael spoke specifically to Michael. "I can't deal with two of him Michael, the hospital is busy enough."

The hospital wasn't actually that busy, angels couldn't get sick. The biggest danger to angels that wound them up in the hospital were other angels and the exterminations. Shaking his head he nudged Raphael away from him and instead focused his attention on Lucid. "I told you I would be back, you just had to wait for me." A couple hours, he said a couple hours and it's barely been one and a half.

"Oh, that's my fault!" Zadkiel wiggled beside Lucid and inserted himself into the conversation once more. "It was my idea to come find you!" And if looks could kill, Michael would have set him on fire for that.

Raphael muttered something unholy under his breath, motioned to the side and then quickly started walking away from what might actually become a murder scene on Heaven's white clouds. "I found Uriel, I'd much rather go get him than listen to this."

Traitor.

"One job. You both had one job. You," he pointed at Lucid, "to stay where I told you to and you—" he pointed at Zadkiel. "To stay out of trouble. I don't ask for much, sanity most days, but for you guys to just listen to me. Then no one ends up doing things that unravels the natural balance of the word and open black holes in the middle of Heaven!"

Zadkiel was nodding along, like he's heard this speech before and then swung the hand he was still holding entirely unbothered. It was definitely a speech he's heard countless times though the black hole was a new addition to the rant. "Okay but see, I have a plan for that! Well, the second part anyway." Michael actually dropped his head into his hands and Zadkiel took his silence as a chance to simply continue. "So listen my new friend here?" Another swung of the hand he now squeezes for comfort. "He told me he can actually create things!" The older Archangel actually managed to pick his head up from his hands but his face said he was certainly praying for strength. Still, Michael remained silent and Zadkiel powered on.

"So," with his free hand he motioned toward Michael. "I was thinking as another angel of creation you could teach him to create! Then Lucid could manage to learn some control and maybe no more black holes open up in Heaven!" At this point Uriel had finally been dragged over into the conversation, the pink haired angel planted close to Michael before Raphael simply vanished through a portal. Zadkiel gives his brother a bright smile, waves at Lucid to show off his new friend and then turns back to Michael. "Come on, Mike!"

"He opened a black hole in Heaven, Zadkiel!"

"And?! I blew up half of Heaven at one point with light magic and you still taught me control! Just a little thing! Start small! Teach him to make a duc—" Uriel was shaking his head rapidly, cutting Zadkiel off as he morphed the word into something else quickly. "—ucve! Dove! Your favorite bird! Lucid knows what they look like!"

Offered the packet of tissues, Lucid took them with a soft “thank you,” dabbing one to absorb the shimmering, starry tears. As awful as feeling sad was, it did feel like a relief to cry. To get it off his chest and have someone support him for once. The archangels he did get along with back home would awkwardly attempt to comfort the younger angel, but either changed the subject, told him things were not nearly as wrong as he perceived, or simply suggested he try not to get upset and remember that the restrictions were there to help him and keep everyone else safe around him. After all, they could not risk having another Lucifer Morningstar in their Heaven. Instead of giving him the tools and guidelines to reach those same powerful feats, they suppressed it, using fear to warn Lucid away from the temptation as a parent would tell stories to their children to ensure they behaved.

“Y…you really think he’d teach me? Michael would let me create something real?” Lucid was shocked by this. Could he really be teachable? Trained to control it? Well asking endless questions and wondering would not get them any answers. And this was Michael’s brother! So of course he knew and understood this world’s Michael far more than Lucid could guess at. His sky blue hues shined with hope, a smile stretching on his face as he was helped to his feet. Blue wings gave an enthused flutter. “Okay! Let’s go ask him.”

[fiorserpen]

✋ ( for agatha ! ♡ )

hold my muse's hand. / accepting!

agatha's gaze lowers as ahri slips her hand into her own. it was soft like flower petals and warm and seems to fit so perfectly in her hand. there was a promise on the other's lips to show her something beautiful. no, not just that, but breath-taking, and so as she leads her, agatha eagerly follows along. she's known the fox woman for only a brief time, and yet... there is a sense of safety she feels, regardless of her sharp teeth and claws, regardless of her inhuman appearance. agatha is certainly inhuman as well, though less noticeably so. still, ahri seems more welcoming of her entry into her woods than she does of most others.

she's led past trees in bloom, patches of honeysuckle and phlox, the air heady with the sweet scent of their flowers. though worn, the path beneath her feet is still soft and earthy and she feels no fear of stepping on sharp stones or debris left behind by humans. this is truly a safe haven for those that are like ahri and agatha.

she's soon greeted by boughs of wisteria and white and pink cherry blossoms and japanese maples, by yuzu and persimmon trees, by patches of ivy. it almost seems that every plant native to the country is right here. birdsong and the chirping of insects reach her ears, her gaze moving over this earthly paradise to see animals gathering here as well. agatha exhales a sharp breath, caught off guard by the sheer beauty of the forest. her eyes are wide and shimmering in her wonder. " it... this place, it's— i-it's b-beyond words. " she breathes out, speaking quietly and softly so as not to frighten anything away. with a growing smile, she looks to ahri, giving her hand a light squeeze. " th-thank you, ahri. i— i-i'm honored you w-would show me this. "

[canisalbus]

It's canon. The way I see it, the events taking place in the fic and after it aren't canon but a lot of them significantly mirror and overlap with what I've had in mind, so the line is blurry in places. Character details like the one you mentioned are accurate, or at least I can't think of any that aren't.