#if she wants to get into more then she'll get into more and if she doesn't even a small contribution is still a contribution yknow?

[mmmmilo00]

Sevikas love languages

Modern au

I think one of Sevikas love language is definitely act of service. She's always there to do whatever it is in her power to make you feel comfortable and safe!

It could be as small as her peeling your fruits so you don't have to, or opening jars that are too hard for you to open. She'll even detangle your earphones, when your too frustrated to handle that.

She's always there to offer her help, support and her love, without ever being overwhelming. She understands that you are a capable adult of handling your own stuff but she also wants to spoil you at the best of her capabilities!!

You've made a comment about how you liked oranges? Tomorrow there's 2 bags of them waiting for you on the kitchen counter. You've absentmindedly complained about how your back hurts from sitting around all day in your office? She'll religiously apply soothing cream on your back, every single night before going to sleep.

She's the type of lover that always has you in her mind. For example,she's a pretty light sleeper so she'll often wake up at night randomly. She'll definitely use that moment to make sure your head is positioned correctly on the pillow so you won't deal with cramps in the morning:

It's summer, the weather is super hot and your apartments AC is broken. Sevika wakes up slightly irritated and sweating like crazy. As she tries to get up, she feels a weight on her body. She looks down and sees your legs sandwiching her torso. One of your arm is on her chest while the other is behind your head. You look like a mess and she's genuinely wondering how you're able to pull that position. She huffs at your nonsense and slowly detangles herself from you, pushes you on your back and places both your arms at your side. "There, baby. I bet that's more comfortable" she hums softly. She's not expecting any answer, but when your face scrunches and she hears you grumble, she can't help but softly chuckle at your attitude before landing a soft peck on your forehead.

Contrary to popular beliefs,I do think she shows a bit of physical touch when she expresses her love for you.

Maybe not in the beginning of your relationship,where she's super hesitant on being vulnerable with you in fear it will backfire on her. However,as months go by,she'll start leaning more into your touches.

If you're a clingier person when it comes to your partner,it may come off as overwhelming for her at first. She's not used to sharing so much of herself with people,and she definitely isn't too educated on what to do. She's lowkey awkward lmaooo

But,as mentioned,she grows out of it, and starts seeking your affectionate touches more frequently. She'll kiss your cheek in public whenever she misses you,even when you're literally next to her. She'll hold your hands in her big ones and rub your palm with her thumb whenever you're anxious to give you some sort of comfort. She'll even twirl your hair whenever SHE'S anxious hehe

And her hugs!!! Her hugs!! It's like being engulfed in a giant soft marshmallow. Heres a cute scenario that's been on my mindddd:

It's been a long day of work for you and you're honestly so exhausted from the huge amount of workload you had to do. As you drag yourself to your shared appartment with the last bit of energy that you have, you start fumbling for your keys. Once you open the door door, you're met with Sevika in her kitchen apron and fuzzy socks.

"Hey sweetheart, took you some time" she softly questioned. You could barely answer her as you were fighting to get your coat off of you. She smirked slightly before getting closer and helping you unbutton your cause of stress. "Here, let me help"

Her smell was so intoxicating, so sweet, so like her that you just melted on her,making her gasp softly as she quickly held you with her big strong arms so you didn't fall. This was honestly the life, you softly closed your eyes and snuggled deeper into her chest as she softly rubbed your back.

"Missed you too hun" she softly hummed before kissing the top of your head.

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Requests are open! I got no more ideas lol maybe they'll inspire me;) No NSFW obvv

[quarterlifekitty]

Okay but slight angst for Nik's kitty is after the first time Simon mounts her, she does not trust Nik anymore, the second she hears footsteps she's hiding, she rejects anything with Simon's scent cause he scared her by being so intense.

She's Nik's soft little kitten and she's never been treated rough like that before and then having her owner hold her and hold the base of her tail made her upset with nik, he knows she hates it!

She straight up will not let Nik touch her, hides under the bed and yowls whenever he does manage to get her. She refuses to touch her soft kitty bed that smells like Simon now and even sleeps under a bed in the guest room instead.

She'll calm down eventually obviously but her owner never did anything she didn't like before so she obviously blames Simon and John (especially John, he's on kitten's shit list) for making her Nik be a meanie to her.

When she doesn't get pregnant with kits the first time and Kitten overhears plans to bring Simon back over she has a fit. "He's big and mean and he made you be mean to me too!"

Sorry for this ramble, I love the horniness of the kitten au but the potential for angst is also delicious because imagine being a pampered kitten who's owner made sure to never make you uncomfortable or do things you don't like.

only for this strange man and his tom cat that has the aura of a man ready to kill to show up at your home and then you're made to accept getting bred while your owner who's never been mean to you holds you and your tail in a way he knows you don't like, like how could you be mean to your princess Nik?

Ofc eventually she would accept Simon again but she's really resistant immediately after and feels so betrayed. Lol

I loooooooove this idea. Stab him in the heart why don’t you?

Nikolai is so gutted when you hide under the bed and won’t let him near— you don’t even bite his hand, you just distance yourself! There are plates with your favorite treats all over the house, your favorite toys, he pulls all of your blankets fresh from the dryer so they’re warm and soft.

And no, it didn’t take the first time, must have been all of the stress— so Nik tells John that they have to take it slow, and Simon is to be leashed and on his best behavior. After some sharp tugging from John, Simon finally gets the idea that he has to be a bit more subtle… it takes a week or two of these little “dates” before you even come out from under the bed and sniff carefully around Simon while he stands stock still, trying not to spook you. Eventually, you let him groom you a little, and very cautiously let him into your bed for afternoon naps (and he has to hide how pissed he is that your blankets don’t smell like him anymore).

After a few months of agonizingly slow courtship, your heat just starting to tickle at your lower belly, you tug on Nik’s arm as John starts getting ready to leave, telling him quietly that you want Simon to stay.

“Are you sure, milaya? Your heat will probably start tomorrow… and I won’t be able to keep him away.”

You shyly nod before darting off to bed, your little bell collar tinkling as you rush away and start kneading your blankets.

But of course, if you just won’t forgive Simon so easily, John happens to have just started fostering 2 more hybrids that might be a little sweeter to you….

[formulafanfics13]

Just Watching - OP81 & LN4 🔥

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"You're not going to help?" 

Oscar was sitting in the armchair. Legs spread. Shirt off. Grey sweatpants. Hard. Watching.

Lando was already buried deep inside her, fucking her into the mattress from behind, hips slapping against her ass, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

Oscar didn't move. Didn't flinch. Just kept stroking his cock slowly in his fist while she cried into the sheets. "Not yet," he said quietly.

Lando grinned over her back. "She can barely take one of us," he said, thrusting deeper. "You think she can handle both?"

Oscar didn't answer.

Because she wasn't even speaking anymore, just soft moans, body trembling, face flushed, her hands fisting the sheets like she was holding on for dear life.

"You're watching her fall apart and you're just gonna sit there?" Lando goaded, breathless, pounding into her harder.

Oscar's grip tightened around his cock. But he stayed still. Eyes locked on her cunt, on the way it stretched around Lando, soaked and twitching, fluttering like it was begging for more.

"Fuck, baby," Lando groaned. "He's just watching you get ruined. What do you think about that?"

She sobbed. Oscar exhaled through his nose. Then stood up. Walked over to the bed. And knelt in front of her. Lando didn't slow down.

Oscar brushed a hand down her cheek. "Hi," he said softly.

She whimpered.

"You doing okay?"

"I-fuck-I don't-" she gasped.

He smiled. Kissed her forehead. Then dragged his cock across her lips. "You want me now, baby?"

She nodded frantically. Lando groaned.

Oscar raised an eyebrow at him.  "Jealous?"

"I'm the one inside her, mate."

Oscar chuckled.

Then slid his cock past her lips, slowly, carefully, letting her feel every inch. She moaned around him.

Lando was still behind her, fucking her harder now. Oscar was in her mouth. Her whole body was vibrating. One hand on Oscar's thigh, the other gripping the sheet like she was about to cry again.

And fuck, she looked beautiful.

Oscar cradled her jaw, moving slow, in control.

Lando growled. "She's squeezing me."

"She always does when she's close," Oscar murmured, dragging his cock back, then slipping it back in. "She'll come like this. She loves being used."

She sobbed again. Oscar stroked her hair. "You want to come, baby?"

She nodded with his cock still in her mouth.

"Good," he whispered. "Come for us."

And she did.

She shattered between them, full-body orgasm, clenching around Lando, gagging around Oscar, tears falling, voice cracking.

Lando came with a strangled gasp, spilling inside her with a groan, his body shaking.

Oscar pulled out. Stroked himself. Groaned low. But didn't come. Not yet. Because she was still whimpering. Still begging. And Oscar?

Oscar had just started.

She didn't stop shaking. Not even when Lando pulled out, slow and careful, dragging his hands down her back like an apology and a farewell all at once. Not even when Oscar eased her onto her side and laid her flat against the pillows. Not even when he kissed her forehead, then her lips, then her thighs, whispering, "You're okay, baby. I've got you."

She was spent. Fucked open. Covered in sweat and tears and cum.

And still - still, she wanted more.

Oscar looked at her like she was holy. Like Lando hadn't just come inside her five minutes ago. Like this moment belonged only to them now. "Can you give me one more?" he asked softly.

She blinked up at him, pupils blown, chest rising fast.

Oscar reached between her legs, slid his fingers through the mess there, and smiled. "You're still wet," he whispered. "Still open. Still ready for me."

"Fuck," Lando muttered, kneeling beside her now. "You're insatiable."

Oscar knelt between her thighs. Took his cock in one hand. Lined it up. And pushed in slow.

She gasped, eyes rolling back, mouth falling open, body arching. Lando caught her hand, laced their fingers together.

Oscar sank all the way in, jaw clenched, a breath punched out of him. "God, baby," he groaned. "You're so fucking full."

She whimpered.

"I know, I know," he whispered, starting to move. "Let me make it feel good."

And he did. He didn't fuck her like Lando did - fast, chaotic, greedy.

Oscar fucked her like he wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life. Slow thrusts. Full. Precise.

One hand on her stomach, pressing gently. The other laced with hers.

Lando leaned over her shoulder, kissing her temple. "You're doing so well," he whispered. "Let Oscar take it all now. Let him ruin you properly."

Oscar was panting. "I love watching you like this," he said. "Mouth open. Eyes dazed. Body trembling. Mine."

He kissed her chest. Sank deeper. And she cried out.

"She's close," Lando murmured.

Oscar nodded. "Then let's give her what she needs."

He moved his hand down to her clit, rubbed it softly. She screamed.

Lando pressed his mouth to her jaw. "Come on, baby. One more. Come on his cock. Let him feel you."

Oscar kissed her again. "I want you to come for me," he said, voice shaking. "Right now. I want to feel you fall apart again."

And she did. Harder than ever. She came with a sob, legs kicking, nails digging into Lando's hand, her whole body shattering under Oscar's rhythm.

Oscar fucked her through it, didn't stop, didn't dare stop, just kept thrusting, groaning, watching her break open under his hands. "Good girl," he panted. "Good fucking girl. You're so perfect. So fucking mine-"

And then he came. Deep inside her. With a gasp. With a moan. With her name on his tongue like prayer.

When it was over, he collapsed onto her. And Lando was still holding her hand. Three bodies. One bed. Nothing but breath and bliss and chaos. Oscar kissed her shoulder. Then her cheek. Then her mouth.

"I love you," he whispered.

And Lando, grinning, exhausted, added, "You're unbelievable."

She just laid there. Half-conscious. Completely adored. Absolutely ruined.

[seven-supernovas]

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐆𝐲𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐜'𝐬

sfw+ nsfw hc's

cw: gymrat!ellie, afab!r, nsfw content, mentions of food/diet(very short tho), mentions of macros and protein(very short tho)

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gymrat!Ellie who forces you to come with her to almost every session no matter the time of day because she wants you to stay healthy.

gymrat!Ellie who is really into boxing and will unintentionally keep you up all night when she's punching her bag outside on your shared apartment balcony.

gymrat!Ellie who rarely listens to anything at the gym because she's almost always with you but during those rare occasions where she's alone, especially at night will plop on her headphones and will only strictly listen rock and alt music.

gymrat!Ellie to further specify she's a big fan of Radiohead but when she's feeling more pumped she'll throw in some of your favorite songs.

gymrat!Ellie who doesn't maintain a strict diet but does now the macros and proteins of everything she eats.

gymrat!Ellie who unreasonably enjoys cookie and cream flavored protein powder. Like too the point where she got a Costco membership specifically to buy if from her favorite brand in bulk.

gymrat!Ellie who slightly injured her arm and was ordered by her doctor to relax for a couple of weeks but decided she could still do legs.

gymrat!Ellie whose gym attire is always old baggy tops and sweats. the shirts close to ripping a hole or already have one. To that all she says is "Who am I trying to impress, its only the gym."

gymrat!Ellie who only buys brand name gym clothes/items if she needs a specific thing or if you want to match with her.

gymrat!Ellie who states that contrary to popular belief that ON's and ASICS aren't as nearly comfortable as her tried and true grey converse's.

gymrat!Ellie who enjoys getting smoothies from a spot near your gym. Somehow she aways ends up drinking half your drink because she says "Your's always taste better than mines".

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gymrat!Ellie who very much loves using her strength in the bedroom. Boxing you in. Using partial of her body weight on you. Gripping your body. You name it, if it has anything to do with using the strength she's earned in the gym she's with it.

gymrat!Ellie who realized a year into taking the gym seriously that she can pick you up easily and now teases you with it.

gymrat!Ellie who can't choose if legs or arms is her favorite day because with strong arms she can easily lock you in and hold you up when she's eating you out. But with legs she can lock your face in when you're eating her out. Choices choices.

gymrat!Ellie who's favorite part of gym days with you are when you two shower together at home. A simple shower always turning into a two hour minimum sexfest.

gymrat!Ellie who is almost always waking around your shared apartment half or even fully naked. She just wants to show off her progress, what's the harm. She even encourages you to do the same. But you both know it's simply so the two of you have easier access to one another.

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[casuallyanidiot]

This is for your yandere farmer fic- You focused more on Daniels parents knowing what he did but what about the readers parents. Especially her father , how would they react when they realize the reader told the truth. Because it has to be weird for a guy to be so excited over a baby that they think isn’t his after he asked for her hand in marriage and as the towns golden boy.

Tw. Mentioned SA, slutshaming, yandere

I think that the reader's parents are aware of what happened as well, but they keep quiet for a few reasons different from why Danny's parents do.

First of all, the Reader is quite neglected throughout the story. She's used for physical labor on the farm, but she isn't paid nor is she taken care of. The reader's hygiene and looks are made fun of by the town people, but her parents definitely play a role in that. It means they didn't care enough to take care of her. Plus, when the actual events of the story take place, the reason why she was alone on the farm to begin with was because her family deliberately chose to leave her there. They're ashamed of her because she's a walking reminder of their low status, and thus they put in no effort to actually support her.

Daniel gets what he wants in the end because everyone else in the town and in the reader's life are too preoccupied with pride, status, and appearances to actually care about what happened to her or at least do something about it.

Reader's father was already threatening her (probably from a young age), that if she got caught fooling around with anyone, he'd throw her out. Everyone already looks down on her family, so if they have a daughter running around being a tramp? Well that would be the end of the very little goodwill people had for them to begin with.

There's no way that they wouldn't recognize that the reader was practically begging them to believe that the richest bachelor in town had gone and assaulted her and not know what happened. It's just that it's easier to pretend it never did. Sure, it might be a gut churning thing to turn the reader over to the man she claimed ruined her life while he stood there, smiling bright like the sun while he kept a firm grip on her, but it was what was best, right? Like, she get's to live in a big fancy house where she'll be taken care of and be safe. The Petusky boy loves her, and now they're in-laws with very respectable people. It works out for everyone at the Reader's expense.

I think that at the end of the day, they might feel a bit guilty. It might keep the reader's mom up at night in particular, but you had a better life now. They all did. So what if they just had to forget the way you looked when they practically handed you away?

[leidollz]

arcane women with an insecure s\o !

cw; negative self-image & non positive self-talk !! (you all are so pretty and handsome and gorgeous, don't let anyone tell you otherwise :33)

sevika :: + she wouldn't let you think about not liking your body. want to argue with her? too fucking bad :3 + she isn't the best with words - but if you needed more than verbal assurance, she would make sure to pepper any part of your body you didn't like with kisses. + if someone is making you feel like this, consider them not a problem anymore. if they aren't dead, they'd definitely be threatened into silence from now on. vi :: + constant reassurance and gifts and giving you a peptalk every day if needed. + she loves every bit of you - weather you like it or not - she'll worship every inch of you. + wrote a whole drabble about this here !! caitlyn :: + would totally send you positive self-affirmations every day (on phone if a modern au, if not, she'd write it down for you) + if you genuinely didn't feel comfortable showing that part of your body, she would get custom tailored outfits that make sure you feel comfortable. + would make you stand in front of a mirror while she hugged you from behind, murmuring praises about those parts of your body, her touch reverent. jinx :: + she has her fair share of insecurities, and although hers are more psychological than physical, she'd still understand better than most others (minus sevika due to her missing arm) + loves to customize outfits and accessories for you, much like caitlyn, except while caitlyn is okay with you hiding your insecurities, jinx would prefer to help you show them off - if anyone comments on it, fuck those haters !! (jinx's words to quote) + she loves every inch of you, and like the others, would spend her whole day worshiping you if she could - you're just too perfect, how could she not? mel :: + mel is sort of a stranger to physical insecurities - mel is gorgeous and she knows it and isn't afraid to flaunt it. she at first didn't understand fully about your insecurity, just understanding that you hated that part of yourself for no reason. + when you explained why you hated that part of your body, she'd keep you inside all day, explaining (lecturing) to you that you had no reason to dislike yourself. + if your insecurity(s) were truly that bad, she'd hire the best therapist for you, even if it wasn't needed, to tell you that you shouldn't feel such hatred towards yourself.

[dameronspector]

Challengers: Avengers Edition (Part 3)

Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Fem!Stark!Reader (Established Relationship); Bob Reynolds x Fem!Stark!Reader

Summary: Sam decides to sue, Sam and Bucky are being angsty for no reason, Bob finally talks to Yelena and Bucky, you get invited to a gala and and Joaquin is a lil upset.

Warnings: Fuff, Banter, Angst, Cameos, Joaquin loves Reader a LOT, Joaquin being a cutie, Poor Bob suffers :(,CAUTION: Mentions of Bob’s Addiction, Drugs and Mental Illnesses, Graphic discussion of Bob's withdrawals from drugs and his past, the Void demeans Bob, I am NOT romanticizing pre!serum Bob. He is depicted to have an unhealthy/codependent attachment and that is NOT romantic. Valentina is a piece of shit, SO much Yearning and Longing from Bob, SamBucky are dads and cough best friends, Jealous!Joaquin, Jealous!Bob, Reader is oblivious as hell because she has eyes for Joaquin only, Reader is mentioned to have hair long enough to be let down loose, thats all i think! Let me know if i should add something else!

Also, sorry if the timeline is a lil confusing :(

AN: just watched Ironheart, you guys, PLS WATCH THE SHOW! its sooo good and riri my girl is just amazing! please support dominique! <3

"So...we're definitely suing."

Sam announced as he entered the living area, where all of you were lounging around.

Kamala and Kate were sitting on the bean bags, huddled over a laptop as they watched a show, Scott was scavenging in the pantry for something to eat, Carol had decided to busy herself with digging up some more dirt on Valentina, sitting at the dining table, while Joaquin laid his head on your lap, your soft hand buried in his curls, other hand holding a book. His eyes were closed, hands folded on his chest, light snores leaving his mouth.

All of you, minus Joaquin, looked up in shock.

"What...do you mean?", you asked nervously.

Sam rubbed his eyes.

"Well, they're not ready to expose her themselves. He said their hands are under a rock and that they really cannot do anythin'."

You bit your tongue to avoid blurting out that you and Joaquin knew this already.

"What's next?", Kate asked.

"We'll contact our lawyers right away. I'm not letting that woman think ahead of us for even a second. I've talked to Jennifer already, said she'll meet me tonight. Carol, you're comin' with me", he sighed.

Carol simply nodded her head.

"I feel like I'm getting a deja vu", Scott quipped with his mouth stuffed with Oreos.

"Did Mr. Stark and Steve fight like this, (Name)?", Kamala asked you in curiosity, side eyeing Sam nervously.

You looked at Sam who shook his head in dejection.

"Yes, but worse, because they wouldn't hear each other out", you answered her lowly. Sam sighed.

"Alright, It's nearing 6, so you", he pointed at Kamala, "need to get back, before your mom calls us all."

Kamala’s eyes widened before she pulled up Kate, and they left in a hurry, throwing a quick ‘Bye’ over their shoulders. Carol was staying back because she had to go meet Jennifer with Sam, while Scott left shortly as he had a date with Hope.

Now that the base was empty, you decided to finally have a talk with Sam.

You watched him walk around the sofa and join Carol at the dining table, discussing something with her. Dog-earing your book, you laid it on the couch next to you, gently lifting Joaquin’s head off your lap and putting a pillow under him. His eyebrows scrunched up a little before he curled on his side, crossing his arms sighing sleepily.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before standing up and approaching Sam.

“Guys?”

He turned around, frowning at the nervous look on your face, “Yeah?”

“Um-Carol, I’m so sorry, but I need to talk to Sam about something. Would you mind if I steal him for sometime?”, you requested her, not wanting to make her feel left out.

She smiled, “Yeah, of course. Please, go ahead. I need to read this file anyways.”

Sam and you walked over to his personal office, where he stared at you like he’d already read your mind.

“Spit it out, Stark”, he quipped, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You looked at him and covered your face with your hands.

“You’re gonna hate me”, you groaned.

“What?”, Sam stood up straight.

You removed your hands from your face and put them on your hips instead, chewing on the inside of your cheek before spilling everything.

“Uh-Joaquin and I went to the Tower yesterday.”

Sam paused, his eyes wide in disbelief, “You did what?”

“…yeah”, you grimaced.

And Sam spiralled, just a little, out of worry for you two, his eyes wide and face slack.

“Kid, I told y’all not to do this one thing, specifically. What goes on- why did ya’ll even go there? And did anybody see you? Hold on, did Valen-”

“Hey, relax. Nobody saw us, I promise, Sam. We went through the launch pad, so, no security or media people saw us. And no, Valentina wasn’t there either, so don’t worry”, you consoled him.

Sam rubbed a hand down his face, “That doesn’t make it any better, what if they use this against us? What if they’re all going to provoke Valentina against us? This changes everything about the case and now the two of you are caught in the between-”

“Sam-Sam!”, you called him out loudly, holding his flailing hands in yours to ground him.

“I know, we don’t know the team properly, but I swear, they all want Valentina to fall, just as much as we do.”

Sam frowned, “What?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what Bucky told you but he’s right, they’re all lost. She’s holding them hostage and manipulating the Bob guy, who was responsible for the whole black out thing”, you squeezed his hands earnestly.

“That’s…yeah, he did say that. What else do you know? You talked to all of ‘em?”, he murmured.

You released his hands and tugged your cardigan sleeves over your hands.

“Most of it was just her manipulating and threatening to expose them. She’d reintroduce all the omitted information from their files, that could turn them into convicted criminals again, if they disobeyed her.”

You swallowed thickly before continuing, “And this Bob guy…Sam, he’s got a heavy past. Drug addict along with a long history of mental illness. Which is why he’s been so unstable and she’s been using him as a weapon. That blackout thing? That was due to a depressive episode that Valentina forced onto him”, you solemnly relayed the information to Sam, who just frowned harder.

“Has she lost her damn mind? She should be put behind the bars for abetting someone, add the scammy stuff later”, he muttered in disbelief.

You pursed your lips, “I know. She’s a fucking leech.”

Sam furrowed his brows. He couldn’t believe this woman had the audacity to groom a mentally ill person to be an indestructible weapon and worsen their condition.

“And no, we didn’t get to talk to them properly, but they seemed pretty over it. Bucky said he’ll talk to them. Did he tell you anything about it?”

Sam snorted humourlessly, “It was just a whole lotta ‘I don’t know, man’, ‘I’m sorry, Sam’, ‘I can’t do anything except wait’”.

That tracks. He’d said the same to you.

“Yeah. He said the same to us. Honestly, you guys are worse than my dad and Steve”, you huffed.

“Excuse me?”, Sam quirked an eyebrow.

“At least those two fought and yelled at each other. You guys don’t even do that. It’s just endless pining and yearning”, you quipped, pretending to look at your nails.

Sam sputtered, “Wh-Wait. No. That’s not what’s happening-”

“Okay, okay, Cap. I got you”, you chuckled, choosing to go easy on the man. Sam glared at you, his face could radiate steam if it could, because he was positively flustered.

“Alright, listen. Here’s what we’re doing next. We have to get the team on our side first. Build the rapport and trust, and then, make them testify against Valentina. She’s holding them hostage anyways, so it’s not like we are lying about it”, you suggested.

Sam nodded solemnly, “Yeah. I was thinkin’ of meeting the rest but I dunno how, without raising a few eyebrows.”

You folded your arms across your chest, “Don’t worry about that. We’ll figure something out. Valentina loves the whole parade. She will probably arrange a gala or a party for the team so that all the big shots visit her.”

“You think she’ll invite us?”, he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, I’m sure she will. She wants you to see all of this, rub it in our faces and all that crap. But before that happens, we need to file this case, Sam.”

He nodded, “Yeah, of course. Gonna insist Jennifer and might even meet up with Murdock. We need all hands on deck.”

“That’s good”, you nodded before perking up, “Would you mind, if I suggested you to meet up with her at a different place?”

Sam frowned, “I mean, no, but why?”

You chewed on your lip, “I don’t trust her. At all. If you’re gonna meet at a bustling place, she’s probably gonna keep an eye on you. You’d have to take a trip but, it’s important.”

“Yeah, okay, go on.”

“So, dad had this hide out kinda thing. In Virginia. It’s fully surveilled with high tech security, I’ll manage it myself and FRIDAY has access, too. It’s better if all the meetings related to this case take place there. I don’t want you, Jennifer or Carol risking your own assets or lives for this.”

“That makes sense, yeah. Sure”, Sam nodded.

“I’ll send a car to pick up Jennifer. You guys will be okay?”, you inquired.

“No no, we’re good. Virginia’s not that far from here and I know a route, so we’ll be fine. Thanks, kid”, Sam patted your shoulder, a soft smile tugging at lips because he couldn’t help but see your father in you. They had their differences, but Tony Stark was always the first in line to help his team.

You flashed him a sincere smile before turning serious again, glossy eyes looking up at him with so much trust.

“Sam, if there’s any two people, in this whole world who can get through this, it’s you and Buck. You’re not like my dad or Steve. What you have is special. You’re each other’s family. It doesn’t matter that you’re the leaders of two different teams, the two of you will always, always find a way. Please remember that. We need you two to come together for this. And it will happen if you guys just..talk.”

Sam tilted his head, eyes shining with longing and something else.

“I asked Bucky the same, and now I’m asking you the same thing. Promise me, that the two of you will fix this, together”, you croaked.

Sam looked at you for a moment before brushing his hand across your back soothingly, a wet smile spreading on his lips.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I promise.”

You exchanged sad smiles, bringing up a hand to wipe your eyes when there was a knock on the door to the office.

“Bet it’s your clingy boyfriend”, Sam teased.

You snorted, wiping your eyes on your sleeves before Sam walked over to the door, revealing a half awake Joaquin, his hair was mussed with sleep and plaid shirt wrinkled from the tossing and turning.

He looked so warm and cosy, it took everything in you to not tackle him in a hug.

“Good morning, sunshine”, Sam boomed, wrapping an arm around Joaquin’s shoulders and hiding you from his view.

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

“Hi….where’s-where’s (Name)”, his sleepy voice cracked as he spoke, a hand rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“She went back at her apartment, man. Said she’d let you sleep for sometime”, Sam teased further. He knew exactly how Joaquin would get clingy and snappy after he woke up and how he’d relax only if you were with him.

That seemed to have snapped him out of his sleep, his back suddenly straightened up in attention, a sad little pout tugging his lips down. As if someone stole his candy.

“Wait, she left? Without me? I was supposed to drop her home, bro. We were gonna go on a grocery run and I was gonna help her with dinner, and I—”

You giggled loudly, both of the men whipped their heads behind to look at you.

Sam in amusement, Joaquin in disbelief.

And then Joaquin grumbled, Sam shaking his shoulders while cackling.

“Oh man, you’re so whipped. I’m never letting you live that down, by the way. You should’ve seen your face!”, Sam wheezed, leaning against Joaquin, who was still grumbling, a whine leaving his mouth.

“Stop it. You guys are the worst”, he groaned loudly and rubbed his face with his hands. You pouted.

“Alright. Alright. I gotta go. You guys can stay if you wanna. It’s too late to go back, anyways. (Name), please look into picking up Jennifer, yeah?”, Sam instructed and squeezed Joaquin’s shoulders.

You nodded and Sam murmured a ‘Bye’ to Joaquin, before leaving.

Joaquin scrunched his nose before bee lining towards you, strong arms going around your waist and head buried in your neck. Letting a smile pull at your cheeks, you bring your arms around his back, smoothing your palms over the wide expanse, feeling his muscles move underneath them as your head leaned against his temple.

“Good nap?”, you asked quietly.

His warm breath hit your chest, soft curls tickling your jaw as he nodded in affirmation.

“Missed you though. Why’d you leave me alone”, you could practically hear the pout in his scratchy voice. You sighed.

“Sorry, baby bird. I needed to tell Sam about everything that happened yesterday.”

That got his attention, pulling back from your neck to look at you, arms still caging you in his embrace, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh, damn. How’d it go?”

You busied yourself with straightening his collar while filling him in.

“Well, Bucky called him. Said the same things he said to us. They must’ve had a disagreement because the first thing Sam said after the call, was that we’re definitely suing. So he’s gone to meet Jennifer Walters right now, with Carol. I decided to tell him everything before he found out from someone else.”

Joaquin’s eyes widened, “Please tell me he’s not grounding us.”

You huffed a laugh, rubbing his chest soothingly, “No, I handled it and told him that we had it in control.”

Joaquin breathed a sigh of relief, before you continued.

“So now we gotta wait till Valentina announces a gala or a party or something, which she will definitely do because-”,

“She’s an attention seeker”, Joaquin deadpanned, squeezing your waist, jaw clenched in annoyance.

You snorted, “Exactly. And she’ll definitely invite us, or Sam, at least. I’ve requested him to keep in contact with Bucky and sort out whatever they’ve got going on. We need all of them on our side, and to testify against that woman. Sam has agreed to all of this, thankfully.”

Joaquin smiled in relief.

“That’s good. You’re good. You’re so smart, baby”, he praised, brown eyes oozing with love and pride.

You blushed, ducking your head to avoid his intense eye contact, “Shut up.”

Joaquin laughed and pulled you closer, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, enveloping you in a warm hug, both of you unaware of the storm brewing back at the Tower.

-

Yesterday

Bucky and Yelena speed walked towards Bob’s room, the only place where he could be in their absence.

The conference had taken longer than expected, all of them were a cranky and tired mess by the second half. Now they just couldn’t even bear to see each other’s faces or talk to anybody.

But Yelena reminded him of Bob. The events that took place during the day, your arrival, Bucky’s emotional conversation with you and Joaquin, and Bob’s sudden attraction to you, and they immediately got to work, leaving behind the other three to quickly check on the golden boy, who was still in his room, they assumed.

They exchanged a worried look before Yelena opened the door carefully, making sure to make minimal noise so as to not freak the boy out.

The room was dark. The only light that came in, was the moonlight, coating the room in a dark blue hue, highlighting a large lump on the bed, curled up in a fetal position.

For a second, they worried that the Void was out again, both of their hearts thundering against their ribs. Bucky slowly made his way towards the side table, flicking on the lamp that perched on it.

The lamp coated the room in a golden glow, finally shedding some light on the large form resting atop the bed—Bob. Just Bob. No jet black shadow covering him.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Yelena rounded the corner and sat on the opposite side, observing Bob’s sleeping face closely.

“Just asleep”, Yelena murmured, making Bucky unclench his fists.

“Should we wake him up?”, he rasped.

Yelena thought about it for a moment, before nodding hesitantly.

“Yeah. It’s been a while since we left, anyway. If we don’t talk now, we’re gonna keep delaying it and he’ll keep avoiding it.”

Bucky pursed his lips before nodding in approval, letting her do the job of waking Bob up.

Yelena gently placed her hand on his shoulder, shaking him carefully like she was handling a bomb waiting to go off.

“Bob? Wake up, c’mon”, she shook his arm.

A breath left his nose, eyebrows twitching before he suddenly jerked, eyes whipping open in a sudden manner.

Yelena jumped, raising her hands in a surrender manner, Bucky made himself more visible to Bob so as to not scare him further.

“It’s okay, it’s just us. Yelena and Bucky. You’re okay”, Yelena’s raspy voice soothed him.

Bob blinked a few times before sitting up, hands rubbing his eyes to clear his vision of the bleariness. He swallowed thickly, trying to forget the very realistic memory he’d had of you, before clearing his throat.

“H-hey guys. You’re back. That’s..that’s nice. What’s the time?”

“It’s past 9pm, kid. Did you have dinner?”, Bucky asked softly, his voice coated in concern.

Bob furrowed his brows, “9 pm? Damn, I-I don’t know when I dozed off…and no, I didn’t have dinner yet”, he sheepishly admitted, hands playing with the edges of his sleeve.

Honestly, he was still out of it. He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep, half expecting to have an episode but surprisingly his body had fallen into a slumber.

“That’s okay. We’ll order somethin’ for you”, Yelena offered, exchanging a look with Bucky, who was already ordering some burgers and fries for Bob, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Oh. That’s nice of you. Thank you”, Bob gave them one of his crooked smiles, one that was teetering between a frown and a smile.

Yelena gave him a tight lipped smile before deciding to ask away.

“Bob, we need to talk.”

He tensed up, eyebrows shooting up in fear, a few strands of brown curls framing his eyes, “Wait, what-what did I do? Did the-did the other guy show up again? I’m sorry, it’s just, not been a good day and I-”

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax. It’s nothing like that”, Bucky placated, a hand held out to stop Bob’s ramblings.

Bob’s mouth fell open in disbelief, glassy eyes switching between the two figures in front of him.

“So-what is it..?”, he asked hesitantly.

Yelena gave him a sympathetic look, deciding to ask him directly in that straight forward way she does, “Bob…what happened with (Name)? Why were you acting so…weird?”

Bob froze. Blood rushed to his ears as everything came running back to him. Your face. Your voice. His sudden possessiveness. His jealousy towards Joaquin.

You and Joaquin together.

Bob clenched his jaw, leaning away from Yelena and averting his gaze from both of the assassins in shame and anger—towards himself and towards the situation.

“Nothing”, he simply murmured, closing his eyes tightly to get rid of the voices and images of Joaquin’s hands on you.

Yelena frowned, Bucky shook his head.

“It’s not nothing. You were practically staring holes into Joaquin, I saw your eyes glow golden as well. You looked at her like-like she’s some kinda ghost. Or a god. And you’ve been asleep for what? Almost 8-9 hours? Don’t lie, kid”, Bucky conceded firmly, his voice taking the shape of a tired and worried father.

At hearing Joaquin’s name, Bob’s jaw clenched tighter, somehow. That same green monster clawing his way up his throat.

“Yeah, well, it’s not like he wasn’t being a dick to me”, he scoffed, looking at Bucky incredulously, a strange attitude overtaking him.

Bucky quirked an eyebrow while Yelena’s mouth fell open.

“This! You’re being aggressive, again! What’s with this attitude, Reynolds?”, she cried out, folding her hands across her chest.

Bob narrowed his eyes, those golden tendrils shimmering behind his irises again, “So I shouldn’t defend myself when someone’s being an asshole to me?”

Her eyes widened, looking at Bucky for help, who just scoffed in disbelief.

“Not when you’re ogling said person’s girlfriend like he wasn’t standing in front of you. Not when you’re poking at him for simply standing next to his girlfriend, Bob.”

That struck Bob straight, wincing as if the jab had hit him directly in the chest, shrinking into his skin once again, blue eyes focused onto his fingers picking the skin around his nails in nervousness.

He knew he was acting strange. He knew he was provoking Joaquin for no reason. And he knew he had no right to feel so possessive over you. All of it was wrong and shameful.

But he just couldn’t help it.

Not when you were no less than a god, as Bucky had mentioned, to him.

As damaged as he was, he had feelings too. Real, raw, human feelings.

“S-sorry. I just…I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry. Really sorry”, he whispered with his eyes shut tightly, making him see stars behind his lids as his hands kept picking at each other.

“See? You’ve once again managed to ruin everything….”

That voice was back again. Bob shook his head in denial.

Concerned, Yelena put her hands on his fidgeting ones, separating them before holding them tightly to ground him.

“It’s okay, Bob. We want to help you. But we can’t if you don’t tell us what’s happening. Is there something you’d like to share?”, she gently prodded, bending slightly to look at him.

He still wouldn’t meet her eyes, lips quivering with the sob he was holding in.

Bucky sighed sadly, “Bob…do you like (Name)? If that’s the case, then, I’m sorry to tell you but, she’s already-”

A few tears escaped Bob’s eyes, face scrunched up in pain before he decided to correct Bucky, unable to hold it in any longer.

"You don't get it", he whispered, cutting off Bucky, who paused.

"What do you mean?", Yelena asked from his right, a hand coming up to rest on his shoulder.

They were going to find out someday. It’s not like he wasn’t obvious or anything.

“…I love her”, he finally answered, his voice a weak and tired variant of itself.

The room was suddenly too quiet. Bob swore he could hear the rustle of the mattress and the traffic below. Bucky's mouth hung open as he stared at Bob blankly and Yelena decided to break the silence by blurting out, "What?"

Bob winced again, removing his hands from Yelena's grip.

"That's-you don't even know her, Bob. You just met her. That's not possible", Bucky reasoned, a frown tugging at his already stressed face, the lines next to his eyes more prominent due to the low light in the room.

Bob's jaw ticked, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth as he mulled over Bucky's words. Even though he was right, he didn't know how you were an anchor for Bob. How he'd decided to get his shit together after learning about you. How Angela would convince him to get better by talking about you and your philanthropy. How he'd seen all of your speeches and talks on his friend's borrowed computer and on Angela's TV, who purposefully set it to your interviews when he would stumble into her shop.

Did he know you personally? No.

Had you changed his life? Yeah. In more than one way.

When he had nobody who stuck around in his life, your face and voice was a constant. You were The (Name) Stark, with a face as radiant as the sun, who was incredibly resilient and courageous and with a heart made of gold, and yeah, you didn't even deserve someone like him. But he was sure that if he ever tried to talk to you, just as a friend, you'd never disappoint him like the others did. The others who left him when it got tougher.

Maybe he was being parasocial. But how would he know the answers to his questions, if nobody gave him a chance to even talk to you? Even a 'thank you' would suffice, he thought. But he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards you any longer. Even being in your orbit was nothing short of an honor for him.

"You don't get it, Bucky. She's-she's saved me. When I had no one, I had her voice to keep me grounded. Even before reaching the lab, I had borrowed a phone, from someone. I used to listen to her speeches every day. On repeat. I'd throw it aside when the withdrawals would start. But I'd feel this...this hole in my chest, craving her voice just as badly as the drugs. And sometimes...sometimes I'd cry my eyes out while I withered on the ground. But my earphones would always play her voice", Bob's voice cracked as he confessed.

Bucky and Yelena were stunned into silence.

The fact that Bob was aware of you before coming here. And unknowingly, you'd played a vital part in his life and where he was today, was so shocking that Bucky stared at Bob's tearful face dumbly while Yelena felt her own eyes water, head turned towards the side to hide her tears.

"I told myself, if I get to meet her, I'm thanking her. For just…being there, even if she wasn’t there physically. For her speeches and work. But...when I saw her, in person today...I realised that...it wasn't just a stupid crush or-or some weird codependent attachment. Her entire energy, the way she holds herself, it's so powerful. I-I haven't been with someone in a long time", he scoffed humourlessly, "Not that anybody wanted a fuckin' mess like me. But, maybe that's why I sort of, fell hard for her. She's been the only constant in my life for the past 5 years."

Bob wiped his tears with his sleeves, nose tinged red and eyes swollen.

"That's why I was also being an asshole to...to Joaquin. The whole 'I know her longer than he does' shit. Even though, as Bucky said, I don't know her, technically", he croaked shamefully, red dusting his cheeks.

Yelena sniffled and Bucky opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to take in all of this.

It was a lot. He's getting too old for a love triangle in his own family. And his heart also breaks for Bob. If you and Joaquin weren't, quite literally, each other's soulmates, then maybe it would've worked out. You'd get along with Bob just fine.

But that wasn't the case, and now there were two separate teams as well, so Bucky wasn't sure how to handle this without further breaking Bob's heart.

Because Bucky was sure that Joaquin, being as stubborn and steadfast he was, was absolutely not going to let Bob try anything. Let alone talk to you. Especially not after the intense show down between the two men. Bucky almost groaned at the fact that this was just going to worsen the situation between the teams even more.

Letting out a big sigh, he sat down in front of Bob, elbows braced against his knees as he carefully chose his words.

"Look, Bob...I understand. You knowingly or unknowingly imprinted on her, and you were so used to being the only one who listened to her, that you feel a little disoriented now that your bubble is burst. I get that. But...", he sighed again, "Kid, it's just, not gonna be easy, I'm not gonna lie to you. At least, not as peacefully as you're hoping for it to go. Joaquin is...he's very protective of her and vice versa. And they're literally made for each other."

Bob clenched his jaw harder, the lump in his throat making it harder to swallow. Why was Bucky cutting a deeper wound into his already broken heart?

"So, whatever you do, don't go around picking a fight with him unnecessarily. We're already in a sensitive situation, yeah?", Bucky softly added, trying to be as gentle as he could be.

Bob's vision blurred with tears before he nodded tersely, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes and push back his curls.

"Bob", Yelena's scratchy voice brought his attention back to her. He looked up at her hesitantly. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"We know this will be difficult for you. Maybe in ways that is beyond our understanding. But, please, for your sake, talk to me or Bucky next time. Or...maybe we can start your therapy sessions soon? If that's okay with you?", she offered carefully, eyes trained on his every move.

Bob bit his lip, mulling over her words. Therapy didn't sound that bad, honestly. At least, he'd use all the free time to work on himself instead of withering away.

"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. I-I can go to therapy", he admitted, nodding in agreement.

Yelena let out a sigh of relief and Bucky gave him a rare, kind smile, one that Bob had only ever seen on the super soldier's face when he was with you.

The thought almost made him smile. You had a way around making people comfortable.

"I'll talk to my therapist. She might recommend someone fit for you. You can take a trial session and the rest is your decision. That okay?", Bucky suggested.

"Yes. That's okay. Thanks, guys", Bob finally gave them a weak smile, cheeks glistening with tear tracks under the yellow light of the lamp.

Maybe, Bob could get over this. And he prayed he wouldn't see you anytime sooner, either.

-

Minutes after he'd finished his meal, Valentina had called for an emergency meeting. At 11 pm.

Why? Because that attention seeker had decided that she wanted to throw a Gala for the team. 'For the team' was just an excuse, she just wanted to show off. Show off her wealth, show off her so called team and her nonexistent efforts and how she's the new 'saviour' of the American people.

It was all a load of crap, honestly.

But she wanted to host a Gala and she was going to host it by the end of this week. And guess whom she wanted needed to attend this gala?

Sam Wilson. And you.

"We're not doing this", Bucky seethed, fists clenched tightly in anger. He still hadn't talked to Sam, like he'd promised you. And now, Valentina wanted to do this?

He couldn't imagine how betrayed Sam would feel, if he found out that Bucky had purposefully kept information from him. As if he wasn't on thin fucking ice already.

Valentina smirked, "Listen up, Barnes. I don't remember asking for your permission. It's my money. My team. I can do whatever the hell I want to."

Bucky clenched his jaw, the rest of the team glared at Valentina, except Bob, who had a faraway look in his eyes.

"Anyways, there's gonna be investors, shareholders, some of the richest people in attendance, including a real Captain America and our resident billionaire Stark heir. You guys better behave and keep up my reputation, hm?", she announced absently while flicking through her Ipad, Mel looking at her in confusion.

John scowled at the Captain America jab, Alexei's eyes kept jumping between Bucky's tensed body and Valentina's unbothered one like he was at a tennis match, Ava and Yelena exchanged glances before Yelena looked at Bob, who was restlessly moving around in his seat, itching to correct Valentina on her comment on you.

Yelena grabbed his arm firmly, tersely shaking her head 'no'. Bob bit the inside of his cheek to keep quiet.

"And oh, don't you dare invite them on my behalf, Bucky. We will be drafting a sweet and sophisticated invite, okay?", she gave him a sickly sweet smile. Bucky sneered.

"I'm not listenin' to-"

"You want me to release that footage from 10 years ago? Where you almost killed your best friend, who was also Captain America, on that helicarrier?", she narrowed her eyes.

Bucky froze, his vibranium arm whirring from how tightly he was clenching his fists, a mist covering his eyes.

Valentina smiled in victory.

"That's what I thought. Anyways! We'll keep you updated on the group chat. You'll get a phone soon, Robert, do stay active on the chat. Don't miss any texts and we'll have stylists over to give you all a makeover. I don't trust you all to turn up decently", she grimaced.

John yawned while Alexei was already napping on the desk, burly body leaned over his arms entirely, snores leaving his mouth. Valentina rolled her eyes at this.

"Yeah, fine, Jesus. You're dismissed", she waved them off, walking out of the room with Mel in tow.

"It would take one swipe. That's all. Then she'll be gone", Ava casually mentioned.

"Count me in on that. Anyways, I'm heading to bed. I don't have the energy for this", John announced before yawning loudly, trudging away to his room.

Bucky, Yelena and Bob didn't move from their spots, at all. A strange silence and tension seizing their body as they exchanged worrying looks.

Ava noticed, quirking an eyebrow, "What's going on with the three of you?"

Bucky cleared his throat, "Nothin'. Just...fed up with her", he referred to Valentina.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't really like social interactions, so", Bob laughed nervously.

Yelena simply hummed in thought. Ava narrowed her eyes in doubt.

"Uh- I'm going to sleep. Yep. I'm really tired. Yelena, you should wake up Alexei", Bucky coughed, quickly making his way outside, Bob following closely, while Yelena shook Alexei awake and walked out of the room hastily, leaving behind a perplexed Ava, who was not going to live peacefully until she finds out what's up with these three.

So, basically, Bob was not getting over this anytime soon.

Because you would definitely attend the event. And you'd be with The Captain America this time. Just the thought of being around you, dressed in fancy clothes, with the Cap next to you, was enough to make him hyperventilate.

All he could do was pray for a miracle. And that he didn't have one of his extremely high episodes.

But, god, he'd lying if he said that he wasn't excited to see you again.

-

It was the weekend, Sam had surprisingly decided to take a day off, you and Joaquin joining him for lunch at a staple restaurant, catching up with the recruitment process and other life updates over some pasta and drinks.

Sam, was currently telling you all about Riri Williams and her suits, how she'd worked under Princess Shuri and how she just needed some exposure to update her suit.

"I'd love to meet her", you admitted while taking a sip of your cola. The fact that she had benefitted from your dad's grant at MIT and hearing about her potential and intelligence was enough to encourage you to meet her.

Sam gave you a smile, exchanging a look with Joaquin, who was sitting on your right with his shoulder nudging you every now and then.

"I knew you'd say that. Great, I'll ask her to-", he cut himself off as your phones went off at the same time with a text notification.

Furrowing your brows, you looked down at your screen, an unknown number flashed on top of the chat bubble. Joaquin spared a glance at you phone before leaning over to look at Sam's.

"Wait. Is that the same number?", he murmured, cross checking once more.

Frowning, you opened the message and read it out loud for the two of them:

Valentina Allegra De Fontaine and OXE Group invites you for a Gala night to celebrate the New Avengers! Saturday, 7:00 pm, The Watchtower, Manhattan, New York Dress code: Formal PS: Please do not carry any suits or weapons. Invitation limited to you and Sam, exclusively. - Mel Vishwanathan, Secretary to Miss De Fontaine.

"Holy shit", Joaquin cursed.

"Did you get the same text?", you foolishly asked Sam. Sam quickly opened the message and sighed.

"Yep. Copy and paste."

You scoffed, "Knew this was gonna happen. She's too smart for her own good", fiddling with your phone for a moment, furiously typing away.

"How do we know this isn't a trap?", Joaquin asked in curiosity.

You turned your phone to show it to him, "Because it's up on LinkedIn. This is basically an investment and sponsorship event, alright."

Joaquin read the post, which had over 130k likes already, his eyebrows raised in surprise before he passed it to Sam, who whistled lowly.

"Damn. Look at all these people glazin' her up. There's gonna be media and shit too, it'll be a pain in the ass. We'll never get to talk to any of 'em", he shook his head.

You pursed your lips in thought, "Maybe. Not if we separate, though. You take three, I'll take three", you continued before he cut you off, "And you're taking Bucky. I don't care how, but the two of you are talking. That's it."

Sam narrowed his eyes, "You bossin' me around, Stark?"

"That's right, Wilson. This is the only way how a Stark and Captain America team up can work out, remember?", you teased him.

The two of you stared each other down before erupting in giggles.

"Alright, alright, I will. But the moment he's being immature, I'm callin' you in", he proposes.

"I got you, I promise. But he loves you too much to brood for longer, Sammy", you gave him a knowing smile. Sam coughed to hide his.

Next to you, Joaquin was way too quiet. Silently observing the entire conversation with a distant look in his eyes. You quieted down, nudging him to get his attention.

"You good, babe?", your voice took on a soft lilt that it did, whenever you talked to Joaquin. Sam watched him closely.

"Yeah. Just, I'm not invited", Joaquin muttered with thinly veiled irritation, his brows creased, brown eyes looking like pitiful pools of honey as he looked at you knowingly.

You paused, a flash clip of the events that transpired at the Tower playing in your mind, causing you to close your eyes in realisation.

Of course he was apprehensive about this. This meant you'd be around Bob again, and you'd be alone this time, since Sam would be busy with the task at hand.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "I didn't know you wanted to attend Valentina's gala so bad, Joaquin", he joked lightly. He observed your tensed body and Joaquin's clenched jaw, neither of you responding to his joke and that's when he knew there was more to it.

"Okay, one of you better tell me what's goin' on? I feel like I missed a few chapters?", he asked with narrowed eyes.

You glanced at Joaquin, who was still brooding, before letting out a sigh, "Well. Y'know, the Bob guy in their team?"

Sam furrowed his brows in confusion, "Blackout guy? Yeah, Why?"

Joaquin let out a humourless chuckle, "Yeah, he has a damn crush on my girlfriend. That's what happened."

"Joaquin..", you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Oh, and, he was trying to challenge me or some shit, bro. His eyes were all golden and stuff, as if I was being a hindrance for touching my girlfriend, like, have some class, Jesus", he seethed, getting worked up again.

"And you know what, Sam? He was lookin' at her like I do. Fuckin' stars in his eyes and shit. I can't-"

"Okay, okay. Relax, bird boy. Drink some water", Sam cut him off, an amused smile on his face.

Joaquin almost pouted, leaning back into the seat like a grumpy toddler. You pursed your lips. This was going to be really difficult.

"Guys, c'mon, it can't be that serious. We're not in high school! It's just stupid crush, I bet. And Joaquin, you can stop pouting, it's not exactly her fault that she's a star!", Sam laughed, trying to reason with him. You gave a wary smile at his joke before turning serious again.

"I truly hope it's just a crush. It's going to be a mess to deal with, otherwise..."

Sam gave you a close lipped smile, "Nothing's gonna happen. We'll figure somethin' out if it escalates, yeah?"

"Not before I handle him myself", Joaquin grumbled his breath.

Your eyes widened and you whipped your head around, "Jay, what the hell?"

Sam scoffed, "Easy, tiger. No need to go guns ablazin'. Unless you want another timeout", he warned Joaquin, arms folded across his chest, like a father scolding his son.

That sobered him up. Joaquin sat up straight, glancing at you and Sam briefly, feet scuffing against the floor in embarassment.

"Okay. I'm sorry", he murmured in shame, turning to the side to press a kiss to your shoulder, a soft "'M sorry, baby", spoken into the fabric of your shirt.

You softened up, rubbing a hand down his back. A smile tugged at Sam's lips.

"We'll put you in our comms so that you don't freak out, okay?", Sam suggested. Joaquin nodded in agreement, a hand coming up to rest on your thigh, free hand absently twirling the pasta around his fork.

"Alright, we should inform the team as well. And...maybe I'll call Buck. Let him know beforehand about our plan. That okay?", he asked you.

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll gather some discreet comms that'll stay concealed", you agreed.

"Good", he lowered his voice before continuing, "Also, Shulkie has suggested not to tell them about the entire case just yet. Just to request them to testify. If they ask anything further, we've to ask them to meet personally."

Shulkie was a code name for Jennifer Walters in public, you'd decided.

"Yep, got it, Cap", you affirmed.

"Alright, I need to bounce. I have a meeting with Leila. You guys will be okay?", he glanced at Joaquin, before looking at you knowingly.

Joaquin and you gave him close lipped smiles, Sam taking his leave before clearing the tab. He always treated you two like you were kids on a summer vacation.

You stared at Joaquin's sulking face, hyperfocused on his plate. He did look cute when he was jealous.

"Stop lookin' at me", he grumbled, the natural light filtering through the window making his skin glow, his curls were loose today, falling in ringlets on his forehead and his arms flexed in that gray t shirt he was wearing.

Although his pouting made him look like a chipmunk who had stuffed too many nuts into his cheeks. The thought made you giggle. His nose scrunched up in embarassment.

"Whaaaat, babe, stop", he whined, closing his eyes.

You wordlessly shifted closer, a hand cradling his chin, lips pressed to his cheek lovingly and free arm slinked around his neck.

"You're too cute when you're jealous", you mumbled into his skin and he finally hugged you back, leaning his head into your touch.

He hummed, "I love you, you know that right?", his lips moved against your hair as he spoke.

"Yeah. I know", you reassured, rubbing his shoulder gently, a frown tugging at your lips as you tried your best to hide the sense of dread filling your stomach at the thought of going to the Tower again.

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Part 4

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[transmascaraa]

multiple characters headcanons!

summer vacation time!!

characters: kinich, alhaitham, lyney, wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: hello again🫣

Kinich ☆

-90% he's gonna take you to the people of the springs and you can't change my mind

-thanks to knowing mualani she'll probably give you two her house for some time

-while getting ready for the whole vacation is probably gonna be a mess

-i mean ajaw is there soooooo

-he's gonna comment on EVERYTHING and i mean ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

-"EW WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THAT MANY UNDERWEAR WITH YOU?? THAT'S TOO MUCH FOR JUST 7 DAYS!"

-it's best to ignore him tho just to not cause more unnecessary arguments

-and when you're finally there, ajaw MIGHT but JUST MAYBE be a tiny bit less annoying because he's enjoying the vacation himself

-so that's definitely gonna give you more time to spend with kinichhhh

-he cares sm about you and he WILL buy you the most expensive sunscreen because he doesn't want you to end up BURNED

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Alhaitham ✯

-he's gonna take you somewhere where HE enjoys being so if you end up not liking it he'll just say

-"oh. okay. next time you can choose." and that's all (he will bring you wherever you want next time frfr)

-the preparation is gonna take a while

-he's gonna pack his things perfectly, necessary and unnecessary things telling you to pack your things on your own

-if you're not done by the time he's done, he'll help you because he's not so rude

-half of the things he packed up are books and when you questioned him about it he just said it was "necessary because he doesn't want his brain to forget to study"

-when you get there, half the time he's gonna be reading his books OR yapping to you about the books he reads

-just listen to him it's not that hard🙏

-of course he'll already have 5 different types of sunscreen because he needs them for himself depending on how he's feeling, but you're the only person he'll share them with

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Lyney ♡

-you're most likely going on a vacation with his siblings and arlecchino father

-the preparation is gonna be PERFECT trust me

-he's gonna give you so many suggestions on what to wear

-at one point he'll be only packing up your things forgetting that he has his own

-"do you like this shirt more or this one? or do you want to bring both? let me know!" ahh bf (we love him)

-"lyney i don't need any more clothes-" and he'll cut you off by throwing some random shirt on you. neither of you know is it your shirt or his own, but you're gonna pack it with yourself now

-once you get there he's gonna try and find as much private time for the two of you as possible

-kissing your hand anywhere and everywhere, wherever and whenever is a MUST

-he will INSIST on putting your sunscreen on for you to "make it easier for you"

-we know damn well he just wants to feel your skin against his fingers and to kiss your back

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Wanderer ⑅

-you were supposed to goon a vacation with nahida but he turned her down saying it would be too expensive(he wanted alone time with you)

-nahida knew that damn well but wtv she wanted you guys to have fun

-the packing up was a huge mess

-he commented one everything you packed, and you only commented on his things in return so it was like a back-and-forth argument

-"why do you need so many things? and sunscreen?? pfft- the sun isn't gonna kill you."

-"i'm gonna BURN and that's not something ENJOYABLE. but how would you know anyway- you're a porcelain puppet."

-"that doesn't mean shit- your skin is just weak."

-etc etc but at some point you're finally both done

-finally getting there, he'll stay stuff like "this is worse than i thought" and stuff but he's only saying it to bring out a reaction from you

-beg him to put sunscreen on you and although he'll resist and call you stupid for not doing it yourself. once he's putting it on you he's dying inside(in a good way)

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feels good to write after a while

| @mariaace <3

[emeraldserenade]

OOOOOH AN IDEA BASED ON YOUR SECRET LOVERS FIC

How about Joaquin Torres x Reader where shes with Bucky's side (not rly but for the plot cuz shes an assassin) because they initially thought that it'll be better for Bucky to "monitor" her since she was a newly trained young assassin or perhaps they have a feud saying its probably better for her to be under Sam's care and her and Joaquin just be getting along while Sam and Bucky are bickering like old married couple

Not So Star Crossed Lovers ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You and Joaquín date despite your mentors fighting over who gets to keep you

tw: fem!reader, Joaquín and reader are both down bad for each other, none?, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi!! I loved this idea!!

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It wasn't always that a young assassin was sent to James Buchanan Barnes, really it was never. But when Bucky was told you were a young assassin, he decided that he could take you in. But there was a problem, Sam Wilson firmly believed that you would do better with him. That being around that many antiheroes wouldn't give you the same chance at being what you wanted that you would have with Sam in DC.

Many phone calls between Bucky and Sam happened, at some point between the phone calls, you got Joaquín Torres' number. Bucky would find you giggling and kicking your feet while you laid on your stomach talking to Joaquín over the phone. You would light up when your phone went off only to deflate a little if it wasn't Joaquín.

At some point, you and Joaquín ended up dating. Even if you've only ever seen each other in person the few times Sam would visit New York to argue with Bucky in person. But now you were sitting in a car with Bucky next to you headed to Sam's headquarters. You were practically bouncing in your seat from excitement, and Bucky just shook his head.

You were sitting next to Joaquín, the desk chair that was given to you as close to Joaquín's as you could get it. You two were talking, laughing, and sharing kisses as Sam and Bucky fought a few feet away. Joaquín showed you footage of him fighting alongside Sam and you would smile and enthusiastically tell him that he looked so cool. "I bet you look even better when you fight, hermosa," Joaquín flirted, smiling as you got shy at the nickname.

"Probably not, I don't have cool wings like you do," you said, trying to get even closer to Joaquín.

"Just sit in his lap at this point!" Sam called over as he caught you trying to get closer, you shyly laughed but Joaquín pulled you into his lap anyway. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kept talking, laughing at his stupid jokes and kissing him when you felt like it.

"I guess she can stay with you two," Bucky relented after watching you two. "I still think she'll learn more with us, but I don't think she'll be better without him," Bucky added on, a soft smile on his face as he watched you be yourself without shame.

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[karikitdemonrp]

Kari sniffled, looking into her papa's eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks as she just sniffled and listened. She looked down for a moment, processing what the hero said and gave a nod while her eyes narrowed a bit in thought. "I... Think I get it." She muttered, voice still slightly trembling as she spoke. She looked back at the projection and sighed. The child slowly backed away from Hawks and went back to look at the journals again, one last time.

There she read a few more journals from her mother. A few from when she was pregnant with her siblings.

"Today is September 29th, I gave birth to my little boy Kitearo a few days ago. It's been exhausting but he's worth it. Lynx has been a huge help in taking care of our son. I looked into Kite's future and I saw he was going to have a lot of siblings. Not my first choice honestly. If you asked me five years ago I would have said two or three kids would be enough, not seven. But it feels right at the same time. While I saw his whole life unravel I couldn't help but feel helpless... But a part of me knows it can't be messed with, even though I want to save my son from an early grave. I'll have to wait until all my kids are born to get the full picture."

Kari frowned, figuring out pretty quick that her mother knew the whole time, or at least had an understanding.

"It's Febuary 23rd. Flo and Fino are a few days old now. I got a bit more of the picture since seeing Kitearo's future. They meet a similar fate. It hurts, but seeing them work hard to protect their youngest sister, a little girl with white hair, something isn't adding up. I know I can't stop it but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt a whole lot."

"It's been a rough few weeks, Shade has been a bit of a handful. Always curious but always quiet which is a bit unnerving. Sure she cries and makes noises but she's more quiet than not. The doctor says she has nothing wrong with her but I still worry. I was able to see into her future. Lynx has his work cut out for him that's for sure. So far I know all my kids and my husband die on the same day, doing the same thing. I can't say for sure where I am but I can make a few guesses. Again that little girl with white hair makes a big appearance. I'll name her Kari. Kari Kana Lee Himura, long name but it looks like it suits her. When she's born I'll hopefully get all the answers and try to write them down."

"Another pair of twins. I'm not super surprised, Lynx had twin younger brothers after all so I think that runs in the family. That and I saw them while looking into their siblings' futures. These two look mirrored, it's kinda cute. I've named them Boom and Beats cuz the symbols on their cheeks are cute music notes. They are the loudest that's for sure, it's funny. I've had so many kids and all of them are so different even though they're under the same roof and have me and Lynx as their parents. I know why they look so different and why their quirks are different, it's a side effect of my quirk after all. But their behaviors and personalities aren't tied to it, I don't think. It's so fascinating to watch them grow and develop... I know I probably only have a few more years to live. I've concluded I die in child birth when giving birth to Kari. I know I'll be leaving behind my family and my friends... But I noted that my nephew is the one responsible for the deaths of everyone, under the control of my sister given his pupils... Something isn't adding up but I'm guessing Kari develops my quirk. If that's the case then she needs to exist. It strengthens our quirk and hopefully she'll be able to help others like I did, in someway. Though that's her choice and I don't want to force it onto her. I'm glad dad talked me into writing that one entry about my quirk, I hope she can read it one day so she can meet me... Well, a snap shot of me. It won't be the same I know but it's better than nothing. I just hope she doesn't hate me or get mad. It's kind of a selfish reason but there's so much going on... I just hope she understands."

Kari sniffled, rubbing her eyes. "I... I don't hate you mom." She whispered after a few moments of silence, hugging herself. "I just wish I knew you." The child gulped and moved to look back at the journal about All of the Above and began taking notes. "But yea, I'm glad grampa talked you into writing about your quirk too... It's gonna help me a lot." She muttered then looked at Hawks. "You think we can go somewhere I can train? I... I wanna try doing this thing mom talks about. I'm not sure if I can get back into that weird mind space thing but... But if I can maybe you can meet my siblings, well a snap shot of them... This is kinda confusing." Kari puffed out her cheeks then went back to writing. "But we don't have to do it today if we can't."

Hawks didn’t speak at first. He just let Kari cry. He didn’t try to hush her or pull her away. He dropped down to one knee so she could lean into him easier, wrapping his arms around her small frame like he could shield her from every painful word she had just read. His wings even curled in slightly, a quiet gesture of shelter.

He held her gently as the sobs came out in waves—her pain wasn’t small, and it didn’t deserve to be treated like it was.

After a long moment, his voice finally came—soft, steady, low enough it didn’t try to overpower her crying but just… sat with it.

“I know, kiddo. I know it hurts. It’s not fair. None of this is. You didn’t get a choice in any of it.”

He tightened the hug slightly, one hand cradling the back of her head.

“But I need you to hear me when I say this next part, okay?” He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his own golden ones steady and full of something more than just compassion—it was conviction. “She didn’t die because of you. That’s not how this works. She died for you. And that’s something only someone who loves their kid more than anything in the world would do.”

His thumbs gently wiped her tears.

“Your mom knew the risks. She was a top pro. She wasn’t someone who walked into things blind. She fought to bring you into this world anyway, Kari. That means she wanted you here. She made a choice—and that choice was you.”

[sharksarewaterdogs]

Honmoon Gone Right Gone Wrong Au

(...Hmm I might be going to lesbian hell for making my first kpdh au rujinu, and during June too... forgive me, Polytrix, I love you!/lh)

(DW it has heavy Huntrix friendship themes lol)

The girls harmonizing during the Honmoon is a success! Such a success, it banishes all demons from the world!

—Including Rumi's spirt. RIP.

Ok, I don't have the details yet, but in this au Jinu DOES betray Rumi at the Idol Awards BUT, somehow, Mira and Zoey probably don't find out she's a demon until after they harmonize & she gets zapped. Yes I just want the DRAMA of it, we're throwing in all the betrayals & trust issues.

In the human world, Rumi's body is basically in a magical stasis, unconscious. Zoey & Mira are shocked and horrified to see her collapse, and doubly so when they run to her & see the faint demon marks on her. Having no idea what's going on, they get her immediate medical help and call Celine asap.

Rumi, meanwhile, awakes in the demon realm heavily disoriented and in full demon form, which she does not initially realize because Jinu's there, and, oh, that guy just stabbed her in the back. So she probably attacks him (demons have more volatile/heightened emotions?), and he deflects like "Ok chill chill that's not gonna help matters rn"

(She gets a good hit or few in tho bc. C'mon, he kinda deserves it & also she's a badass.)

Jinu is still of course Very Down Bad for Rumi. He saw her flung into the demon realm as well & has been trying to make sure she's ok.

And internally also kind of "🥰 Wow you really are flawed just like me 🥰" and kind of guilty bc wow he really did just take advantage of & expose her insecurities with his backstabbing huh (he has what those in the romance biz call a hell of a grovel before him).

But mostly there to make sure she's ok bc 😬 a demon hunter in the realm of demons???

Ahahaha. Rumi's response is a big fat 🖕🖕to that

Except. She's here without her team, her girls, in a somewhat unsteady form she's not familiar with and despises, in ~a whole new world~ full of enemies. She is a badass but she has limits.

Oh the choices: Trust the guy she already trusted who JUST stabbed her in the back, or go it alone in a world and form against her.

Jinu propaganda: Tiger & Bird 🥺🥺

Forced proximity journey ensues! Rumi is Going Through It. Her friends probably know her secret and hate her now, she doesn't know if she'll ever see them again, this hated side of her is apparently what defines her very spirit if it sent her here, and she's in a hunter-hostile environment

Shit is going down in the demon realm, too. Either Gwi-Ma is weakened/defeated and there's a power vacuum, or he's stronger than ever, idk, either way, the normal balance of things has been radically thrown off and it's more unstable than ever.

Idk what's going on with the demons or the other Saja Boys but I hc the boys as becoming besties so Jinu's thing with Rumi probably complicates matters with them; and Rumi learns to see more to demons and embrace all sides of herself, while still taking into account demons are incredibly selfish beings who fed souls to their master/would typically feed on them if given the chance, and maybe she helps (some of) them like canonically she helped Jinu to realize they can and should be better

Zoey & Mira meanwhile grapple with feelings of betrayal from both Celine and Rumi, as well as self-worth issues because of the rift it's tearing in their found family, and grief and fear over losing Rumi. Their goal is to try to get her back, while Celine argues over whether or not they should—does it not show that she is more like her father, bound to be evil, with her being thrown out? (Celine is also struggling bc that's the child she raised and the last piece she had of Rumi's mother, but y'know she is a VERY VERY flawed parent and something of an antagonistic force)

There's stuff probably with the girls struggling with their families (brought up by Rumi's very public collapse? Or maybe just in Zoey's case, while Mira's come into the picture maybe bc she needs something from them for Rumi).

Also Bobby's there freaking out bc he has NO idea what is going on. Does he maybe get clued in (esp since Rumi's not really in like a coma but a magical stasis) or no...? Idk but he's there and he's also not having a great time poor guy

Idk it's all spaghetti on the wall rn, don't look at this it's mostly for me lol

(That said if anyone DOES read this & get inspired... 👍👍👍)

[wordssoonforgotten]

I was wondering if you could do a jinx x either piltie reader or a reader that works for silco too where jinx falls HARD for this girl but readers oblivious so jinx has to make it very very obvious just some cutesyness

Jinx x Piltoveran!reader. Hope you like! Honestly one of my favorite things I’ve written so far. No content warnings. 735 words.

Jinx is so over Piltoverans.

In all honestly, she'd been over them since birth. It was simply the Zaunite way; but there was one she simply couldn't manage to hate lithe rest. You were like a guilty pleasure, except there was no guilt concerning how she felt at all. The pleasure you gave her was more rebellious than anything. However, that doesn't mean you didn't get on every single one of her nerves.

Jinx has been sneaking to see you for a year. It started as cat-like curiosity turned infatuation, but now, every time you so much as look at her a certain way, she feels herself teetering closer and closer to the edge; dangerously close to falling in love. It's new, exciting, and gives her that rush she thought was only possible from watching something explode. (It almost makes her wants to jump right off, just to see if you catch her.) Much to her annoyance, she wasn't sure if you felt the same way she did.

She likes to think she's making it stupid obvious; laying it on thick every time she comes to see you. With the way you just laugh at her, or simply don't pick up what she puts down, she's beginning to think she's not so good at all. It's either that, or you're infuriatingly slow for someone so smart.

For the second time this week, Jinx has weaseled her way through your window and made herself comfortable in your silky sheets. The two of you sit closely together on the bed as you recount every event of your day to her. You speak so softly that your voice almost gets lost with the wind. She uses it as an excuse to lean closer. Every few sentences, your eyes drift to your bedroom door, as if you expect someone to knocking it down any moment. Despite how long the two of you have gotten away with your late-night-rendezvous, you still get nervous. She tilts her mischievously. Her fingers crawl up shoulder and stop on your chin, turning your head to face her. You blush; but continue talking like normal.

That was her very last straw. She deserved more than simple a blush.

"Soooo….princess. Still not seeing anyone?" She keeps her voice light. Like she doesn't care about the answer at all. You raise your eyebrow at the seemingly out-of-the-blue question. "Not currently. Why?" Jinx smiles with false nonchalance

"Just kinda seemed like you would be by now."

"…Well I'm not."

"Are you interested in seeing someone?"

You snort and shrug your shoulders hopelessly. "Who would I even see?"

"Me." She answers immediately. Your brain short circuits and you just stare at her. For a second she thinks she's broken you, but then you very hesitantly narrow your eyes. "Are you..serious?" She barely manages to hold back a loud snort, but she nods quickly. "Very serious. Most serious I've ever been, actually." You nod slowly as if you're still processing her words so she continues. "I've been serious for a while now, you've just been too dense to notice." Playful frustration fills her tone as you suddenly become more alert. "A while!? How long is a while!?" She doesn't stop the chortle that erupts from her.

"Months."

"Months?!" You shout before quickly covering your mouth and glancing at the door. Once You're sure no one heard, you turn a fierce glare at her. "Why didn't you say anything?!" Now her brain short circuits. She looks at you in hysterical exasperation, shaking her head so quickly you're scared she'll get dizzy. "I've been very-obviously flirting for—this whole time!" You roll your eyes as your face begins to heat up. "Well you should've been clearer."

"I couldn't have been any clearer without tattooing it on my forehead!" She scoffs. "Typical dense, unaware pilties. Never noticing the extremely obvious truths right in front of their dumb faces—" She's cut off by your lips crashing into hers mid Piltover hating tirade. It doesn't take much for her to lean into it, her hands coming up to grip your hair. After a full minute of all but inhaling each other, she comes up for air. "Guess that means the feelings' mutual, huh?" You huff and give her a cheeky smirk.

"See how I made that obvious?"

She flips you off before pulling you back into another, harder kiss.

"I'll work on it."

[bradshawed]

His & Hers

summary — one-sided rival pilots idiots to lovers

warnings — idiots, grief, fluff, soft gooey shit, more idiots, jake being helpful?, multiple references to carole & goose, slight reference to nightmares/lack of eating, brad brad wooing the crowd *swoons dramatically*, no use of y/n, gender neutral, questionable timeline, not proofread, therapy mentions, no clear ending, voldemort references

note — i was replying to the original post, clicked save to drafts and then it went poof for some silly reason so i’m starting it again. the original post was for one-sided rivals to lovers with bradley bradshaw where he was so incredibly smitten with you, falling in love whenever you got angry, “she’s so cute when she’s mad”. hope i did it justice and sorry for the long wait @charliedaltonsgfsblog!!!!! massive thank u to ml @bruisedboys for motivating me to finally finish this, i love u <3 tempted to give this a pt. 2 hehe lmk if anyone's interested!

word count — 961 words

masterlist & tgm minilist!

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"Give her my ring-"

"Ma-"

"She’s the one for you baby, keep it, you’ll know when it’s time."

That was one of Carole's last wishes among the others for their home, his reconciliation with Mav, and the promise that she'll be okay, finally with the love of her life, watching and protecting her baby bird every step of the way.

That was the first time you let your guard down. Bradley had been missing from classes all week, and you were getting worried. You were both notoriously known for being stuck at the him. Wherever you went, Bradley followed, with a cloud of sexual tension bickering surrounding you both. Rivals. Academic and in every other sense of the word, but the silence was getting to you, as well as the constant glares and questions from nosy students "concerned" for their star athlete.

Game day was the worst and your fuse blew. You marched over to the little cottage where the Bradshaw's resided, fists clenched and speech prepared, but the sight of your rival crying on the floor clutching a stuffed goose toy wasn’t what you’d expected.

"It'll pass", you told him. "Stay", he begged.

And you did, you never left his side for a single moment. By now, you'd seen it all, the hollow eyes, life drained from his soul, the concerning weight loss, and more. You supported Bradley through it all, developing a routine. You brought him notes from the classes he'd missed and you'd work on homework together, cooking one of Carole's famous recipes. You helped him sort through everything, holding your baby bird through the tears and the nightmares, gladly cursing up a storm about Maverick when he finally got the courage to apply to the academy. You did it all... together.

But then just like that, a switch flipped when he was back on his feet. Your walls came back up. Bradley remembers how quick you'd switch from a concerned friend to rivals. Funny how that works. It's still the worst form of whiplash he's ever experienced. But he understood, he always has, you wanted something familiar and you were scared that it could be something more, so he went along with it.

Four years later and Bradley was busy touching the heavens. You followed him, naturally. So it's safe to say you were chasing your sun this time, but he just didn't know it. That's where you met Jake Seresin, at flyboy academy.

Bradley watched as you fell head over cowboy boots for Jake. It only made sense since you were two sides of the same coin, but Jake knew, he always had. He was your best friend but it never became anything more, as much as he wished it was. Jake Seresin broke up with you, even if he says it was the other way around, not that you'll ever understand why. The blonde helped you get into therapy, knocking a whole load of sense into you. Sure, maybe it didn't cure your mean streak, but now you weren't so afraid all thanks to a fellow flyboy.

Years passed and you were both stuck to the hip, where possible. More often than not, you were flown around the world for some sort of disciplinary action and Bradley tried to keep in touch. You both managed as much as you could, but it was hard. Then you were both called back to Top Gun. Same time, same place... but not for the same reason.

You weren't good enough. Or at least that's what you heard when they told you that Bradley, Jake and the others were back for some special detachment of some sort and you were just here to teach (they figured it would help with your insubordination). Pissed would be an understatement.

So, while they were busy with their fancy flying shit that you weren't even considered for, you flew yourself in circles realising you needed to get your shit together because as good as you were, you couldn't spend your career flying like he-who-must-not-be-named simply because you weren't a man and didn't have a guardian angel (technically by extension you did but you refused his help). Maybe this post was good for you...

Weeks flew by and your baby bird had returned with a few new scars, and a plan to reunite with his evil godfather? "Promise me you won't call him he-who-must-not-be-named to his face tonight." You glanced up at your handsome aviator with a mischievous grin, replying with a noncommittal shrug before patting his chest and sauntering off towards the devil in Ray-Ban's talking to Penny. Fuck that was more solid than you expected it to be.

You'd both been talking for an hour or so, the long part over and now enjoying a beer, when some sailor boy almost collided into you slurring, "Heyyy pretty, why don't ya ditch the old man and come home with me, we could 'ave some funn?" The whole of the Hard Deck held it's breath, Mav ready to unleash hell when you replied, "How about you take your filthy hands off of me or I'll shove this beer up your ass. Better yet, take ten steps back out of this lovely establishment and piss off, this old man is better company than you and your friends over there could ever dream to be." You smirked as he scurried back towards his friends, Mav letting out a satisfied whistle, raising his beer to the sound of the bell.

You raised your beer in thanks to Penny, chuckling as your fellow daredevil pointed out the lovestruck expression on Bradley's face, "you've got him wrapped around your finger". You smiled, "he just doesn't know it yet".

"Oh he does."

*Cue Mav sharing a conspiratorial look with Jake*

[quietplace26]

Hey, I love your Furina!MC stories. I wanted to know if it's possible to write about a stronger and more confident Furina!MC. Like she knows how unjust and unfair her world was back home and she can't stand watching it happen in Fontaine. So with the knowledge of knowing the future and giving the middle finger to Focalors, she decides to take control of her story and baecome someone who has the power to speak up about this injustice and changes the outcome of Fontaine. Just really want to see a Furina!MC that doesn't care about Focalors wants her to be or what anyone thinks of her

You don't have to do this if you don't want to

Yeah, sure? I can try?

Note the reason Furina!MC lets Focalors get away with lot of stuff is because, well, she's in the poor bean's head? And one my hcs is Focalors is a master manipulator. She'll use words and dreams to break down Furina!MC to listen to her. And dreams that involve Focalors HURT.

But enough of that. Confidant Furina!MC time!!!

The first thing MC did when woke up as 'Furina' and heard Focalors give the order to rule Fontaine was go "Who the fuck-", "Where the hell-", and "Bitch! I'm not your puppet!"

And proceeds to give Focalors a mental middle finger before stomping towards Fontaine.

Fine. If this is how its gonna go, then it's going HER way and not the scaredy cat hiding in some stupid hunk of junk-

This Furina!MC refuses to be called 'Furina' despite Focalors yapping in her head demanding her to be called that. Her name was MC, both in her first life and this one.

She writes her own story, and in this story, she refuses to be a copy of Furina.

She cracks down on the laws of Fontaine, not even bothering to wait for Neuvillette who wouldn't be there for another 100 years-

She tosses away useless ones and puts in ones that actually make sense.

Like what do you mean that stupid law about 'It is forbidden to release any flying. objects during the first three days of each month-' actually exists currently?!

And when Neuvillette, or well, Leviathan as apparently his true name was, arrived, MC actually got physical with him because she didn't like his attitude.

She punched him, then tackled him to the floor, startling him so badly as he wasn't expecting this tiny speck of female to actually attack him.

With his shock, MC manages to pin him to the floor, her arm pressing down on his neck as she snarls into his face, telling him to submit or so help her-

She honestly expects to be thrown off, even a snarl back, considering who and what he was, but all she gets is wide pretty draconic, lilac eyes slowly blinking up at her, mouth open in a gawk.

He stares at her as if she was something mind boggling... ethereal.

MC just tries to ignore how damn pretty he was before asking if he was going to be a good, or if she needed to kick his ass more.

When he nods, MC smiles, finally getting off him, leaving the poor dragon still laying on the floor. His eyes still wide as they track her movement.

Unknowingly to MC, she had awoken a beast.

Her putting him in his place, making him submit- it did something to him. Did something to his instincts as a both a dragon and Sovereign.

Usurper she may be, but he didn't feel her use a speck of his power, only brute strength as she had him pinned to the floor like a naughty hatchling.

...It honestly made him compare her to a feral female dragoness who was showing her authority-

And that alone was a very attractive quality to Leviathan. This female could put him in his place. Him! The Hydro Sovereign-

Simp mode activated.

Besides this incident, Leviathan surprisingly slid into his role as MC's new Ludex without much fuss.

MC did find it odd when he started leaving gifts for her like seashells and fresh fish though... Ah, he must be trying to be friendly!

Badass as she may be, but noticing romantic gestures, not so much, lol.

But she gets it... eventually! only takes about 200 years but she gets there!

When the Melusines came into existence and Neuvillette asked to bring to Fontaine, MC had everything taken care up. Having already made laws for them 100 of years earlier and finally she could bust them out!

The laws were secured; they made it clear that Melusine's were not to be touched or harassed, that they were NOT creatures of the Abyss as MC had personally check them herself since she could sense abyss energy.

And if there's even a hint of the Carole situation about to happen, cue MC coming in with even more laws and punishments.

No Melusines were dying under her watch, damn it-

Basically, by the time canon timeline comes around, Fontaine both loved and feared MC.

She was strict with rules, not afraid to get her hands dirty, and will punch someone, if need be, but everyone in Fontaine knew, KNEW their Archon loved them.

Wriothesly is a good example of this as he still remembers meeting MC years earlier after finding out what his foster parents were doing, and when none of the guards seem to listen to him, finding his pleas as nothing more than the lies of a needy child-

The Hydro Archon appeared, and she listened to him. She listened to his whole story, about if she didn't do something, then HE will.

All MC does is ruffle his hair, saying everything will be find before asking for a Melusine to take him over to Palais so the personal doctor there could check over Wriothesley.

Wriothesley, before he left, was given the hilarious sight of his Archon tearing into the guard who originally brushed off Wriothesley's words, and the boy knew she would save him and his siblings.

And she did! His foster parents were immediately sent to the Fortress of Meropide... only they never make it. The ship transporting them capsized, and his foster parents were the only deaths.

And while it was never confirmed, or denied, Wriothesley had a feeling the accident wasn't an accident. That MC took care of his parents herself.

Because everyone knew she loved children, and HATED abusers.

But alas, no one says anything.

And as canon slowly makes itself known, MC sighs as she catches sight of the famous Traveler talking to Lyney in the distance.

She smooths out her outfit, flicks her hair, fixes her hat, and then stalks over to the still distracted Traveler.

Time to get this shit done. Hopefully by the time the prophecy was done, and Focalors gone for good, MC could finally go on vacation with her husband. Hm... Maybe she could convince him to travel to Liyue...

Tagging: @platinumrosetail, @arn9tails, @bloodytea, @esthelily

[owuwi]

➤ ava starr x fem!reader

.ᐣ a small drabble about drunk!ava...

⤷ cw: smut

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ava isn't the type to drink—but when she does, her behavior really does change.

she gets quiet; her moves and words are even more calculated than they are when she's sober. but when she's with you? oh she gets horny as fuck.

she can't help it—you just look so good and, well, you're hers, and nothing else matters but you. she'll run your hands all over your body, focusing on those parts she knows you're sensitive, and doesn't even bother to hide how much she wants to devour you.

each time, you can definitely see the lust and desire in her droopy eyes, her gaze sending shivers down your spine—she cannot have her eyes off of you, not even for a moment—. and her voice? oh that delicious accent of hers gets thicker, her pitch way lower than usual. she whispers as if she was spilling secrets, though the only thing leaving her mouth is a mumbled repetition of the things she wants to do to you.

if she drank in a night out with her team, she'll come home to you and fuck you wherever you are.

"i missed you, y'know..." she says every time, and you better believe she's clingy. she's always clingy, if we're being honest, but drunk ava just cannot pretend to not love your touch.

if you're in the couch or bed, she'll climb on top of you and immediately remove your clothes—because drunk ava doesn't waste a single minute—. if you're standing, doing anything, she'll trap you against the nearest surface before groping you lazily.

but being with her while she drinks is a real punishment.

she doesn't mind letting people know you're hers but she's usually discreet about your relationship, and she keeps it that way when she's drunk and in public with you—because they can't see the way her fingers are brushing against your thigh from beneath the table.

she's a good liar who knows how to get what she wants, so she doesn't hesitate to act as if she was suffering from a migraine just to bury her head on your neck and ravish your flesh, biting and sucking on your skin as hard as she wants to—hand shamelessly sneaking beneath your panties to messily rub your clit—.

if the two of you are dancing, which she only does because of you, then you're already prepared to have her completely pressed up against you. her hands are on your waist yet they occasionally wander up and down your sides, or move further down to squeeze your ass if she feels like it.

she'll lean and keep her mouth against your ear, letting you hear her heavy breathing as the two of you sway to whatever music is playing. she's the type of girl to have her chest pressed against your back, grinding 'subtly' against the fat of your ass and groaning into your ear.

and, obviously, she's the type of girl to fuck you on the club's/bar's bathroom—plunging her fingers into your wet cunt and making fun of you for 'being so needy you actually let her fuck you in the filthy bathroom'.

[paramythas]

𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘, 𝐍𝐄𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 wait before she got a reply, never mind before Chuuya actually decided to do something. Not that she's complaining, obviously- the faster things get done, the better. It takes her a couple of minutes to get the relevant information from her note app, but she sends Chuuya a list of names- along with relevant programs, locales and phone numbers. She only doesn't include e-mails because she's not sure how much he'd actually care to correspond with these people. Besides, she's more than well aware the kind of bureaucratic red tape that kind of thing can cause.

Better to just let Chuuya be Chuuya and handle things in person.

All things considered, it's probably for the best that he not get mired in the day-to-day tedium of something like a college campus's bored staff.

Let me know if and when I'm good to go then. In the meantime, I'm grabbing lunch.

Lunch and a bit more thread, since she wanted to hem up some of her skirts and the legs on a few pairs of slacks. The woes of being as small as she is and not wanting to make all of her clothes from scratch.

(Neo might be industrious, but she'll always be somewhat spoiled rich girl at heart. And stealing everything she could get her hands on lost some of its appeal once she became a real criminal.)

Course of action decided, she stretches on her perch, and then rolls over the side of the building languidly, catching the edge of a fire escape on the way down to bounce herself upright and then land gently as a breeze on her own two feet.

Now... which way was that cafe again? Neo suddenly finds herself with a sudden desire for sweets and tea —

Babysitting duty isn't terribly bad, if not what he was expecting or something he'd normally indulge in on his own, exactly. A stroll through one of the city's commercial garden parks after night, lit by some festive and decorative lights as a special attraction to draw in more paid visitors than normal.

Really the worst that happened was Elise babbling on about how funny it would be to get "lost" in the dark park to make Mori panic and look for her all night long after he got out of his meeting. So really... different day, same shit, and nothing he would have really stressed himself about since Elise wasn't a real child whose safety he wasn't actually terribly concerned with if that did happen. The one perk to being asked to look after a fake child made from an Ability instead of a real one. She could be hit by a meteor for all he knew and it wouldn't really make a difference.

In the meantime though, the lights were pretty, if nothing else.

After that, it was just a quiet night at home, with some wine to relax and set him to sleep. Maybe if he was lucky, by morning he'd have healed up enough to justify a bike ride.

Still, part of him says he really should let his injuries seal themselves up as much as possible before he starts thinking of joyriding... even if he really, really wants to, so he bides a little more of his time in the morning with tuning up and polishing his bike in preparation for the payoff of his patience, until it's perfect and spotless.

He didn't exactly consider himself a mechanic by any means, but after Albatross had left him with his motorcycle as a last parting gift (that Chuuya so cheekily thought to name Red Flag), he'd opted to learn everything he could to keep it in perfect form.

When his phone eventually beeps with a text, it's to rousing him from a mid-day nap, giving himself a rare moment to simply lounge and do nothing. A languid, cat-like stretch on his back wakes his body up a little better before he crosses one leg over the other and reads, raising a brow slightly.

[I think I can pull some strings] [Just send me a list of names and contact info by priority and I'll see what I can do]

It shouldn't be terribly hard to manage that, and if he ran into any trouble working it out, he supposed he could always fall back on Kouyou. She was as excellent a negotiator as she was a torture specialist. Chuuya had learned most of what he knew about the more civil side of business from her, after all.

Besides, he figures Ane-san owes Neo a small favor anyway for helping catch a little rat, and the mafia always pays its favors.