#and i knew i couldn't really be doing it without EVER watching rocky

[thestormlightnetwork]

i don't know what i took from it or if i think it's particularly good but it was fun. i had fun watching it.

[merbear25]

Hello honey! Happy 200 followers!! How absolutely fabulous, and a big congratulations to you! 🎉

I would love to participate in your event and request a #5 "I don't need a gentleman right now" and the ultimate non-gentleman Donquixote Doflamingo. It can go either way with SFW or NSFW with an afab!reader.

I look forward to seeing what you come up with. As soon as I saw that prompt, I knew it had to be requested for the tall, morally-grey, evil king of Dressrosa.

I made a little mood board for you, just in case you'd like it 🖤

Again, congratulations! 🖤 Love, Snail.

Hey, hey! Thank you so much for your kind words and your lovely mood board! I really hope you enjoy what I've written for you and appreciate you sending it in! 💜💜

CW: NSFW!! MDNI!!, fem!reader, oral (male and female receiving), facial

His marionette

There were paths you'd been itching to trek on; avenues that held mysteries and risks that would make the average person quake, but for you, these offered the taste of freedom you always craved― freedom to do as you pleased. However, the ever extending roads proved to a bit too perilous to tread alone, which made crossing paths with Doflamingo a Godsend. With overlapping desires and goals, joining him in his conquests came as second nature.

Despite him aiding you in paving the rocky roads you'd found yourself on and the occasional flirtatious exchanges, there was a part of you that was pulling you towards something more stable: those you chose to date being the common dinominator.

The stand up and gentlemanly type were the ones who frequented your heart most, even though each one just ended up disappointing you. You often found yourself pondering your attraction to such, in your opinion, spineless men. Perhaps you favored dating these types of men because you secretly wanted a calmer and more settled life.

Even if this were true, each relationship went up in flames; the passion that you'd be wrapped up in at the beginning would scale the walls, consuming the mens' nerve to go further with you. You were never going to be the housewife they wanted you to be, and they would never be able to give you the challenge and adventure you craved.

Feeling a tad out of sorts following your most recent breakup, you tried keeping your mind off of it with target practice. Glancing back at the gnawing feeling of someone watching you, you saw that Doflamingo had entered the room, observing you.

A pulling at your heart accompanied with a twinge of heartache went hand in hand as you processed him being there. "Is there something I can do for you?"

He sauntered closer, his hands in his pockets and a grin creeping on his face, "I was just about to ask you the same thing."

Your heartbeat picked up the pace with each step he took towards you, "Oh, I'm just dandy." You lied before splintering your next arrow through the head of a mannequin.

The low chuckle coming from him rattled your bones. He came closer to you, leaning in to say, "I can think of a few better ways to release your tension."

That familiar tingling you got from him prickled at your skin as his true intentions for imposing on your practice became clear. Hesitantly turning towards him, you couldn't deny the fluttering sensation ricocheting within your heart.

How could you have been so blind? The risky venture you were after could only be satisfied by him. It'd always been him. The thrill, the chaos, the power: you'd become enamored by each aspect of authority he had, each string trailing up your sides and wrapping themselves around your form, tethering you to him.

Taking a step forward, you sized up the troublesome desire that'd been banging at your doors for far too long. "You may be right."

"You're going to give in so easily? And here I thought your type was those stuffy gentlemen."

"I don't need a gentleman right now."

Your bluntness whetted his appetite, licking his lips with anticipation to fully devour you. Without a moment longer, he swiftly pulled you into a lip lock that tugged at every fiber in your being. Each wave of passion crashed againt you, shaking you to your core.

Exchanging hot, breathy moans you quickly needed more from him. Your hands trailed down his front and your fingers eagerly pulled at his pants.

Another low chuckle erupted from him as you showcased your lack of self-control. Swooping you up in his arms, he trailed his tongue along your neck, leaving love bites on your soft skin.

Tossing you on the couch, shock waves of excitement jolted throughout your body. He leaned over you, lightly wrapping his hand around your throat and murmured, "I want to taste you."

When all you could do was nod, he kept his hand around your throat and effortlessly ripped your skirt and panties off. Gazing down at the arousal that was already dripping for him, he wanted nothing more than to gorge himself on your disgraceful display.

With a long and strong lick up your folds, he swirled the tip of his tongue around your pearl. Instantly making your legs tremble, you couldn't hold back the moans from this sheer delight overwhelming you.

He tightened his grasp around your throat a bit more, making your chest heave from the intensity. When you felt like you were already slipping off the clifs of your euphoria, he shoved his tongue deep within you. The slick movements paired with his strong lips wrapping around your pussy made you squirm―rutting against his face as he skillfully plunged deeper into your wildest desires.

As you rode out your first whirlwind of ecstacy, he let out deep and low moans. He was going to have you return the favor, although this was something you were more than prepared to throw yourself at.

Abruptly pulling away, he stood over you, promptly revealing his length and leading you to return his generosity.

You gladly complied by licking the underside of his member and swirling your tongue on the tip. Your teasing was leaving him hungrier for you, as you noticed a darkness casted itself over him. Filling your mouth with as much of him as you could, he seized the back of your head. Grabbing a fist full of your hair, he was giving you an indirect order not to stop until he was satisfied.

As your fingers dug into his thighs in hopes of supporting yourself, he let his ruthlessness overtake the moment: your choked sobs being muffled by his girth and huffing from his own dash towards release.

With each relentless thrust, you could feel him unraveling more and more into the temptation coating your mouth. Then, with a snap of his hips, he pulled out and desperately tugged at his aching cock. You waited patiently with your sweet open mouth and sultry eyes inviting him to defile your beauty.

Hot streams of cum coated your delicate features. Licking the remaining drips off the tip of his subsiding euphoria, you flashed him a cheeky smile.

With such a force of passion being shared between the two of you, it was obvious that you'd been holding out hope for the wrong future. You didn't want a life of comfort anymore. The thrilling life alongside Doflamingo was the only one worth leading.

[whotf-atemywaffles]

Call it what you want

Jeremiahxreader

Summary: Jeremiah and Y/N initially bicker and argue when they meet at a beach house, but they find themselves drawn to each other. Despite their constant fighting, they start spending more time together and Jeremiah falls for Y/N. Y/N is hesitant due to past experiences, but Jeremiah proves himself to be different and they share a passionate kiss on the beach. Y/N confides in her best friend Stephen about her conflicting emotions and he advises her to be honest with herself. Y/N decides to give Jeremiah a chance and they walk off into the sunset together, ready to explore their newfound connection.

Jeremiah Fisher stood at the edge of the beach, his surfboard tucked under his arm. He scanned the waves, looking for the perfect one to ride. But his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't stop thinking about Y/N.

Ever since she arrived at the beach house, they had been at odds with each other. They bickered and argued non-stop, unable to see eye to eye on anything. Jeremiah found Y/N to be stubborn and difficult, while Y/N thought he was arrogant and self-absorbed.

Despite their constant fighting, Jeremiah found himself drawn to Y/N in a way he couldn't explain. There was something about her that he just couldn't resist. Her fiery spirit and determination intrigued him, even though he found her maddening at times.

On the other hand, Y/N couldn't stand Jeremiah. She thought he was a pompous jerk who always had something to prove. His confidence and good looks only made her dislike him more. She couldn't understand why everyone else seemed to like him so much.

As the summer went on, their bickering only got worse. They seemed to be fighting every time they were in the same room together. But despite their constant arguments, they couldn't seem to stay away from each other.

One day, they found themselves alone on the beach, watching the sunset. The tension between them was palpable, and neither of them knew what to say.

Finally, Y/N spoke up. "You know, for someone I can't stand, I seem to spend an awful lot of time with you," she said, half-jokingly.

Jeremiah chuckled. "Yeah, I've noticed that too," he said. "Maybe there's more to us than just arguing all the time."

And with that, something shifted between them. They started spending more time together, actually enjoying each other's company. They went on long walks on the beach, went surfing together, and talked for hours about everything and nothing.

As the summer went on, Jeremiah found himself falling for Y/N more and more. He loved the way she challenged him and pushed him to be a better person. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, and the way she was always up for an adventure.

But Y/N was still hesitant. She couldn't shake the feeling that Jeremiah was just using her for his own benefit. She had been burned before by guys who only wanted one thing, and she wasn't about to let that happen again.

Jeremiah sensed her hesitation, and he knew that he had to prove to her that he was different. He started doing things for her without expecting anything in return. He listened to her when she talked, really listened, and he remembered the little things she said. He made her laugh, and he made her feel special.

Slowly but surely, Y/N started to let her guard down. She saw a different side of Jeremiah, a side that she had never seen before. She realized that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't so bad after all.

As the summer came to an end, Jeremiah realized that he had fallen for Y/N completely. He couldn't imagine his life without her in it. And to his surprise, Y/N felt the same way.

They shared a passionate kiss on the beach, finally giving in to the chemistry that had been simmering between them all summer. And as they watched the waves crash against the shore, Jeremiah knew that he and Y/N were meant to be together, despite their rocky start.

But as they walked off the beach and into the beach house, Y/N's smile faded. She was confused and didn't know how she felt about Jeremiah. Did she like him, or did she still hate him?

She confided in Stephen, her best friend, about her conflicting emotions. Stephen listened patiently as Y/N poured out her heart. He had seen the way she and Jeremiah had fought all summer, and he knew that Y/N had a lot of unresolved feelings.

After hearing her out, Stephen gave her some advice. "Y/N, I think you need to be honest with yourself about how you feel," he said. "Do you really hate Jeremiah, or is there something more there?"

Y/N thought about it for a moment. "I don't know," she said. "I mean, he drives me crazy sometimes, but there's also something about him that I can't resist."

Stephen nodded. "Then maybe you need to give him a chance," he said. "You never know what might happen."

Y/N thought about it for a moment, and then she made up her mind. She was going to give Jeremiah a chance, and see where things went from there.

As she walked back out onto the beach, she saw Jeremiah waiting for her in the distance. He smiled at her, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

Maybe, just maybe, Stephen was right. Maybe there was something more between her and Jeremiah than just bickering and arguing.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked towards him.

As Y/N approached Jeremiah, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She realized that despite their rocky start, Jeremiah had been a constant presence in her life all summer long. He had challenged her, made her laugh, and shown her a side of himself that she never knew existed.

"Jeremiah," Y/N said, looking up at him. "I've been thinking a lot about us, and I-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Jeremiah interrupted her with a smile. "Y/N, I know we've had our differences," he said. "But I also know that there's something between us that's worth exploring. I don't want to spend another day without you by my side."

Y/N felt her heart swell with emotion. She knew that Jeremiah was right. There was something between them that was worth exploring, something that had been simmering beneath the surface all summer long.

And with that, Y/N took Jeremiah's hand and they walked down the beach together, ready to see where their newfound connection would take them.

As they walked, the sun began to set over the ocean, casting a warm, golden glow over everything around them. Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her as she realized that she had finally found someone who understood her, who challenged her, and who made her feel alive.

Jeremiah looked over at her and smiled, and Y/N knew in that moment that he was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

As they walked off into the sunset together, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the rocky start that had brought them together. It had been a journey, but one that had led her to exactly where she was meant to be.

And as they disappeared into the distance, hand in hand, Y/N knew that she had found her happily ever after.

[pacificwaternymph]

"Dad?" Hermes hedged cautiously, sliding into the room. The doctor at Sausage's side and Joel both looked up at his arrival, their expressions telling him everything he needed to know.

The doctor whispered something into Joel's ear, who nodded grimly and thanked them, before briskly exiting the room, brushing past Hermes with a sad look.

He didn't try to stop them. Bubbles's words still rang in his ears.

Hermes. It's your father.

Hermes rushed to his dad's side, looking up at him searchingly. As if he were hoping to hear that this were all an elaborate joke, that at any moment Sausage would leap from his bed, perfectly fine. But he found nothing.

"Why is this happening?" He asked his dad. "I thought we had more time."

Joel's mouth twisted, looking as though he were holding back tears. He put his hand on Hermes's shoulder. "So did I."

Hermes swallowed around a lump in his throat. He stepped away from his dad's reassuring embrace and approached his ailing father's bedside, observing his unconscious form. Rocky stood on the other side, crying silently. It seemed that he had already said his goodbyes.

Hermes slid his hand into Sausage's.

"Papá?"

Sausage's eyes fluttered open, cloudy and confused for a moment. But they cleared when they landed on the demigod, and a smile stretched across his face. "Hermes... my boy. I'm glad to see you again."

Hermes inhaled shakily. "Pops, I- I don't know what to say, I-"

"Shhh... shh... it's alright, mi amor. Everything will be alright." Sausage briefly freed his hand to reach up and brush Hermes's cheek. Hermes grasped onto his wrist, shifting the hand to fully cup his face and leaning into the touch.

"Please... please don't go," he begged. Sausage's expression turned mournful, and with great effort, he lifted his second hand to gently pry his first away. Hermes clung to it as hard as he could, but allowed their hands to be lowered back to the bed.

"Oh, Mijo..." Sausage chuckled without mirth, the sound faint and wheezy. "I wish I could stay longer, I really do. But this is not my decision. My time in this world is coming to an end. Your Tía Pearl awaits me in the grand halls of her realm."

It wasn't what Hermes wanted to hear. No matter that it was likely the truth, that everyone in the room already knew there was no delaying the inevitable. He couldn't bear the thought of his father leaving him.

"Papá..."

"Oh, don't be like that." Sausage's mouth quirked upwards into a smirk, something almost like amusement bleeding through. "There is nothing to be done, nothing I would have done. This... is the most perfect ending I could have ever hoped for. More than, even. You know for most of my life I didn't believed I would make it this far."

Hermes shook his head vigorously. "But it's not my end. I still need you." He wasn't ready to live in a world without his father. To be without his steady reassurance and grounding presence. A constant beacon, like a lighthouse in a stormy sea.

"And you will still have me," Sausage promised, squeezing Hermes's hand. "This is not the last you will see of me, Hermes. Be strong. Like I know you can."

Hermes tried to say "I can't," but the words stuck in his throat. Sausage seemed to hear what went unsaid anyway.

"Do not sell yourself short. You are a demigod. The son of Joel, king of Stratos, the survivor of the Gods, and I, the protector of Sanctuary. Once I am gone from this world, I will ascend to the role of a true guardian. And you will be here to take my place. I may not be there physically, but I will always be watching over you. When you seek my guidance, I will be there."

Sausage's eyes turned towards the ceiling, although they seemed to be staring at something beyond it. He had that distant look in his eye that he got whenever he talked about Tía Pearl.

"Not even death could tear this family apart," he whispered. Hermes's vision was blurring, water running down his face.

"I'll miss you," he choked out, only barely able to speak the words. Sausage turned back to him, and in his gaze was the full brunt force of his love. It felt like a punch to the stomach.

"I will miss you too. But be brave for me. Promise that you will do your best to carry on our family's legacy. That you will be kind to others, be their guiding light in the darkness. And that you will never lose that wonderful spark of yours. Promise me, Mijo." Sausage brought their hands to his chest, his stare more intense than Hermes had ever seen it before.

It was a few moments before Hermes could bring himself to speak.

"I promise, Papá."

Sausage let out a long, relieved breath, sinking down into the pillows. His eyes turned distant and glassy once more.

"My son. I am glad to have you here with me. I love you so much."

Hermes smiles weakly, barely able to see through the tears. "I love you too."

Sausage smiled back. Then, slowly, painfully slowly, his eyes dulled. His grip on Hermes' hand went slack. One minute there, the next gone.

Hermes's face crumpled. He pressed it into his father's chest, sobbing over his body. Joel came up beside him, pressing a hand onto his back wordlessly. The two of them sat in silence, mourning the loss of their family.

A soft glow began to emanate from Sausage's body. It started under his eyelids, and spread outwards, wrapping around him completely. Hermes startled, but his dad next to him didn't look surprised. Instead, Hermes looked up at him to see a bittersweet smile on his face.

The golden light glowed brighter, turning from translucent to opaque, until it was too much, and Hermes had to turn away. In his peripheral vision, he could see his father's body dissolving, rising towards the ceiling in small golden whisps before disappearing entirely.

Hermes held onto his hand until there was nothing left.

[numericalbridge]

TOH rewatch semi-liveblog. Season 3 Episode 1

- tbh i don't know why i made a separate post for this episode instead of doing all three episodes of season 3 together, but i guess i rewatched this one separately, so here it is.

- Maybe i was in the wrong mood while i was rewatching it, but i didn't particulary enjoy it this time, even though on the first watch this episode was easily my second or third favourite episode of the whole series, and it made me very excited for the rest of season 3.

But this time, while i still appreciate Luz's and Camila's character development and backstory, and i still think it had utilized the limited time fairly well, and the montages were great, the episode overall wasn't really that enjoyable. Maybe it's because now i know how the rest of season 3 goes, and episode 2 was a great disappointment. And there is too much focus on Hunter - which would've been fine if the episode finalized his arc and then moved the focus to other important characters, like Gus, but knowing that this won't happen... really doesn't help the enjoyment.

- (Unless he was meant to sound sarcastic to help Luz see that their friends wouldn't do something like that) I am actually glad that the part from the storyboards with Hunter listing to Luz all the terrible things their friends would do to them if they knew their secrets was not included. It seemed too over the top for this stage of their friendship development, unfair towards Willow, Gus and Amity without time for any proper examination of it, and more in line with the fanon clueless woobie Hunter.

- yes, i forgot the word 'storyboards' so in my notes i was calling them 'frames'.

- The opening montage is so good though, a great way to convey the passage of time and show the interactions that couldn't have been fully included. I wish episode 2 did something similar with the Boiling Isles instead of everyone just becoming puppets. Music is great too.

- The other palismen looked at Flapjack like the grandpa was finally losing it.

- Camila's s3 design is so good. I don't think anyone can be 'hot' in toh's style, but interesting how she is barely ever included with the adults who are supposed to be hot, even though her design is so much more visually appealing than many others, and somehow there are more people who think Belos is hot (i wonder why😒)

- Willow helping with Hunter's haircut is actually cute. I disagree that it 'should've been Amity'. Yeah, Amity has the plot of changing her hair to reflect character development, but Willow's somewhat rocky path to become the witch she always wanted to be (as well as the half-a-witch plot) were connected to Hunter's story since ASIAS and has parallels with some of Hunter's identity issues in the episode.

- Hunter's haircut was also good, i wish he kept it. Idk why people were panicking about that.

- Wish we saw at least a little bit of Luz and Vee interactions even just in the montage. And i know Luz is isolating herself, but still would have been nice to have some at least background moments with Willow and Gus too, since she still gets moments with Amity and Hunter.

- But what i really dislike is that the show barely touches on Gus's feelings about missing his dad and the Boiling Isles (and, of course, what he did to help Luz and Hunter and how seeing Belos's memories could've affected him are the plot points that are completely ignored). He basically confesses that he is unhappy despite all the outwardly cheerfullness, and then the show never actually digs deeper. And it would've been OK for this episode to just throw some hints, if more was done with Gus's story later and if he wasn't sidelined since s1, and if the show didn't immediately jump back to Hunter in such an obvious way. And Gus then had to immediately cheer him up and introduce the Cosmic Frontier for his sake? It is so clear which character is prioritized.

- This is a minor thing compared to Gus's treatment, but i also lowkey hate Hunter's comment about Darius's stitches. I understand that expecting some actual meaningful dialogue about Darius was not realistic; and anyway, i would have preferred if Gus had the chance to talk about Perry instead. But it was an odd addition after Hunter seemed to worry about Darius in KT. Alongside that comment in the interview about Eda and Darius potential team-up (that made it clear that any team up was never intended which hinted that Darius original role was likely very limited - which on itself is OK, just a little disappointing), this moment really made it obvious that there would be nothing done with Darius later in the season, and that there was no plan to continue the narrative conflict from ASIAS, and i am still bitter (though at least there was a moment of Darius and Eber opposing the other Coven Heads in the finale, which was a nice touch).

- I actually like Amity in this episode, probably because for once she actively interacts with the other kids.

- Montage in the Gravesfield is also cool. The giraffe bit was funny.

- The kids welcoming Vee as their friend is cute, but the whole lampshading that Amity, Willow and Gus were not really friendly before, feels so off and manufactured. On the rewatch it seemed less insincere than the first time, but still it feels more like the response to the fan criticism - like, 'see actually this all was addressed, it's the audience who was impatient!' - rather that something included organically. If the writers really cared about their friendship or lack of it, they could've included just small moments prior to it, like Amity mentioning to Luz that she wished she knew how to befriend Gus, or Gus's opinion on the Willow and Amity situation.

- What i do love is that Willow is the one who gets the camera and makes the album, and that Camila was the one who gave it to her. Willow was the one who bottled up her feelings (and still does it) and was going by 'out of sight out of mind' motto, and was willing to burn her own memories in the mindscape because they were painful. And we saw her having her friends' photos before this, but here she starts to actively collect and cherish new memories of being together with her friends, and that's nice. And the Nuceda home is full of family pictures, so its also nice that Camila, despite her own problems and grief, got to help her. (And, look, it has barely anything to do with Hunter!)

- Hunter is actually pretty mature overall. Really, a completely different person from the fanon version.

- the scene with Luz telling Hunter he is family and him crying was so good too, but, really, they could've finished his arc with this.

- Luz's and Camila's moments and their development are all good.

- Jacob's appearence also seems to be there just as a response to fan theories. (Also i've always disliked the theories that Jacob should be a Whittebane descendant because they were full of weird implications)

- When i first watched, at first i thought that Luz was intending to sacrifice her palisman to somehow open the portal, lol

- Amity's abomination looks different during the fight with Belos. But i think in the episode's beginning it looked normal? Anyway, interesting how the human world abominations would work, and whether they require human/animal/plant remains.

- Not to victim blame a bird, but Flapjack made so many terrible decisions in the episode, from being ok with Hunter touching Belos' goop to stealing the map from Amity to trying to peck possesed Hunter.

- The fight with the possesed Hunter is good, but the outcome is... meh. I think the possession would have worked better on its own, without Flapjacks death, if it finalized Hunter's arc with him fighting back and getting reassurance from his friends, and then the show moved to other characters. Because there is no time to properly address Flapjack's death anyway, and the show already struggles to balance its cast, so a simplier, even if slightly more cliche, plotline would've worked better.

Imo, this whole trauma upon trauma thing works for fanon continuations, but hurts the overall writing quality and pacing. Tbh, while i much prefer that Darius gets to adopt Hunter, i would have been OK with Hunter (with alive Flapjack) just staying in the Human World with Vee (edit: temporary until Belos' and Collector's threats are resolved), if Gus got an arc, and the show had time for proper interactions between Luz and Gus and Willow.

And some would say that Flapjack's death was necessary for Luz's guilt, but i think there were other things to focus on.

- What is going on with Amity's profile in the final part of the episode, lol

- Camila leaving Vee on her own is so 'yep, this is a kid show' moment😭

- But the scene of Luz and Camila going into the portal together is so good. Maybe my favourite moment of the series. Tbh i wouldn't have been mad if it ended with it.

Conclusion:

There is a lot of good stuff in the episode, but the heavy focus on Hunter and the way the possesion and Flapjack's death are utilized are dragging it down, especially knowing how episode 2 will go.

[wc-wild-rewrite]

So, Spottedleaf came second in the poll, so we'll be looking into her story next! Remember, this stuff is still up to change if i want it to.

(TW for talk of grooming)

We'll start with her parents, as thats where her story really begins. She was found as an abandoned kit with her brother by a thunderclan warrior. I'm not sure who, exactly, but when they bring the two back to camp, a queen, Cloudspeckle, offered to take them in. Cloudspeckle had recently lost her own litter, so she had plenty of milk for the little duo.

Spotted and Red are both natural tortoishells, and are both trans. They figured this out pretty early, coming out just before their apprentice ceremony. However, before their ceremony, we have some nursery stuff to cover.

Noteably, in relation to them and Tigerkit. See, Pinestar and Leopardfoot's relationship was always a bit rocky. Even in the early days, when Tigerkit was very young, Spotted and Red would always hear the two mates arguing. They acted fine in front of the clan, of course, but they never remembered the twins could hear them. They often stayed with Tigerkit and distracted him with his parents fought. They also helped distract Whitekit when his mother died.

Back to the apprentice ceremony, though. Spotted was assigned to a cat i've yet to decide on, but it can't be thrushpelt, as he's an apprentice alongside her. The apprentice group at the time was, in order of youngest to eldest, Spottedpaw, Redpaw, Sweetpaw, Thrushpaw, Rosepaw, Lionpaw, Goldenpaw, and Willowpaw. Within in a few moons, Willowpelt graduated and Tigerpaw, Frostpaw, Brindlepaw, and Whitepaw became apprentices.

This was, unfortunately, when Thistleclaw enters the story. Being assigned to Tigerpaw, and having already manipulated Whitepaw for all of his kithood, he turned his sights on Spottedpaw. The manipulation and grooming went on for moons, and Spottedpaw started acting differently from it. She became a fawner around adults, and isolated from the other apprentices, including her own brother.

Eventually, she became aware of what was happening to her, but believed Thistleclaw would bring her harm if she said anything, so she attempted to change paths instead. He couldn't continue if she was a medicine cat, right? She asked Featherwhisker to become his apprentice, but Featherwhisker had watched her grow up. He could tell something was wrong. She didn't say what, but once Featherwhisker picked up so something was wrong, it became scarily clear. He told her to stay in his den if she was ever afraid. She sat in there most days with him, after that.

By this point, though, she was old enough to get her warrior name. She should've gotten in moons ago, but due to Thistleclaw's treatment (and some manipulation towards her mentor), she kept failing her warriors test.

Once Featherwhisker noticed, he alerted her brother, as Cloudspeckle had passed by this point. He realised Cloudspeckle's passing must've helped Thistleclaw manipulate her further. Of course, Redtail was furious. And, soon enough, the rest of that generation was aware of it too.

Featherwhisker wanted to go to Sunstar, but Whitestorm knew full well that the leader wouldn't do anything. Pre-firestar thunderclan didn't intervene in mistreatment. But these ones did, and they started making up excuses to keep Thistleclaw away from Spottedpaw, even when all of them were warriors. And, after only a moon, Redtail came up with a plan.

So, Golden, Willow, and Brindle took Spottedpaw aside and kept her distracted, like she and red had done for Tiger all those moons ago. Meanwhile, Red, White, Lion, and Frost went on patrol with Thistleclaw, and killed him by the Riverclana border. Tigerclaw saw this from the bushes, and left silently before they noticed.

Thistleclaw did not go down without a fight, however, so the group were a bit injured. But they had accounted for this. Rose and Thrush "happened" to be escorting Featherwhisker to Riverclan camp for a herb trade, and they patched the group up before they headed back.

Whitestorm put on a spectacular performance as he pretended to grieve as he announced his father's death. Found by the medicine patrol, the border patrol had been ambushed by Riverclan and Thistleclaw had died in the scuffle. They said his body had been swept into the river, and were unable to find it. So sad, as they couldn't sit a proper vigil without a body. Oh well.

Sunstar only found out after the fact. It wasnt the best idea the group has ever had, as it sparked some tension between Thunderclan and Riverclan, but once Featherwhisker explained the situation to Riverclan's medicine cat, it mysteriously stopped. It was one of the only times Riverclan admitted fault. Falsely, this time.

After his death, though, Spottedpaw finally got her warrior name, almost a cycle and a half late. She picked Spottedcloud, in honor of her mother, and she became a fantastic warrior.

Slowly, she came back out of her shell, and into the adventurous rule-breaker she was known as, as a kit. It wasn't exactly the same, of course. She was still wary of large toms and fell into her fawning habits from time to time, but with time, she healed.

When Firepaw joined and Redtail died, she saw herself in him. She saw redtail in him, too. And she decided she'd protect this apprentice if it killed her. She became a big sister to him, which hurt her somewhat from her brother's recent passing, but it only spurred her on further.

She became something of a fourth member to the first arc trio, joining them on their rule-breaking, do-gooder journeys. When the camp was invaded, she nearly died to Clawface, but Featherwhisker fought valiantly to save her. She survived, but Featherwhisker did not. Whitestorm had to talk her into eating after the vigil ended.

She was brought in on the secret of Redtail's true death, and was pained to hear it. She had hoped Tigerclaw hadn't followed his mentor's cruelty. He seemed like a respectable, if gruff, warrior for so long that she struggled to believe it. But she knew denying it could get Ravenpaw killed, so she helped sneak the apprentice out to the barn with Fire and Grey. She acted distraught when she told Bluestar of the young tom's passing, killed on the border. She sorrowfully apologised to Tigerclaw for not saving his apprentice, really laying on the guilt as she tells him his final words were if Tigerclaw was proud. She'll always remember the way he squirmed under her gaze during that conversation.

Enjoying his discomfort didn't stop her from feeling betrayed by him. He had been mistreated by Thistleclaw too, and they had sort of bonded afterr his death. Not enough to be good friends, but enough to banter from time to time. Despite all of that, despite experiencing Thistleclaw's violence firsthand, he still manipulated and abused his apprentice.

And then, she was angry. She was angry at him, for the fear he'd caused to Ravenpaw. So, when Tigerclaw was outed as evil to the clans, she damn near chased him out of the camp herself.

She, alongside Sparrowstalk, Fireheart, Greystripe, and Ravenpaw, snuck into and were captured by Tigerclan's guards, and had to watch Paleflame be killed. She gave one last ditch effort to talk to Tigerclaw, a distraction to let the others escape, before he noticed them sneaking off, and she fought him tooth and claw. Neither died, but she was hurt, and only managed to get away because of rebellion leader Deerfoot of Shadowclan, who was executed shortly after she fled.

With a new set of scars, one and a half ears, and new anger, she and Brightheart helped Lynxshine stockpile herbs for the all-clans fight. She stood proudly on Lionclan's side and brought down a Bloodclan warrior twice her size alongside Frostfur.

Her end came, though, when a bloodclan warrior went for Firestar, and she leaped in the way. She was killed, but quickly avenged by Frostfur and Sweetflower, as Firestar was fighting Scourge. The warrior who killed her did not survive the fight by any means.

After the fight ended, and the clans were heading back to camp, Spottedcloud was carried alongside Whitestorm to be laid next to Redtail, Rosetail, and Lionheart's graves.

Her memory lives on, passed down from various cats in various ways. Tangleburr- Deerfoot's sister- tells the story of the tortoishell warrior who helped the rebellion save dozens of cats by taking on a leader single-pawed. Onestar tells the story of a molly who helped bring Windclan home in their hour of need. Ravenpaw tells the story of a wildcat warrior who helped save him from his abusive mentor. Goldenflower tells the story of a young cat who survived despite everything that happened to her. Even Bloodclan tells the story of a cat so brave, she fought until her last breath to protect her family.

And Firestar tells the story of his big sister, who helped him through everything from crushes to dictators, who's faith in him never once wavered.

Even after Firestar's death, Sandstorm, and Squirrelflight, and Alderheart, and even Scourge himself, keep telling the story of Spottedcloud.

[askthehills]

CW NSFW))

The kiss to the tip of his dick made Denzien smile gently, he couldn't help but see it as the sweetest gesture he had ever seen or experienced, full of love and affection. The hand on his shoulder relaxed itself, realising how hard he'd been gripping Lizard, and the one in his hair twirled a good chunk that he doing he liked around his fingers.

The permission to fuck Lizard's mouth was something he really debated. It was hot, and he couldn't help but want to take control but on the other hand he didn't know how to do it without hurting him or making him gag. So, for now, he hd back on it, watching Lizard's technique to try and learn something.

Denzien wasn't big on pain usually, but when it was something that made a mark? That was his stuff. Biting, scratching, hard sucking, the dig of nails, slapping at his thighs, bites to this thighs or his nipples. He couldn't help but love that shit- if his spine was pressed against something he'd have a paddy but if Lizard was biting his neck hard enough to bleed? Well! He'd fear he might cum there and then.

His head hung low when Lizard got back to sucking him off, biting his lip as he did so. He couldn't help but be a little vocal, albeit quiet with hums and whimpery moans. The added pressure made his thighs shake slightly as he closed his eyes, toes curling up. A deep growl came from the back of his throat.

"Fuck it" he mumbled, shaking his head "get ready"

The hand on his shoulder relocated itself to his neck... He didn't think he could handle it anymore and he'd begun to thrust, hips driving forward. He just had to remind himself to be careful.

- 🐥

I ALSO LOVE THEM, THEYRE MY FAVS,,, also cool! I love making ocs it's fun!!))

I accidentally clicked off when I was half way done with my msg I'm gonna KWIELAL MY EELELFLG FUUCKCKK iRAWEJKAKENYN )

I WROTE SO MUH</3)

Lizard had continued his gentle bobbing..gagging and letting out a small choked moan occasionally. He tried to deepthroat every now and then, pathetically choking and having to pull back. His body aroused naturally by their..situation, though.

He eventually moved a hand to his member, slowly stroking his needy cock..his hips bucking into his own hand as he lavished attention onto his lover.

He did what he knew to do, listening to him moan and growl, understanding what felt better then others. He made sure to give extra attention to the tip, leaving his cock coated in spit whenever he did so..the air hitting his exposed shaft as he gave Denziens tip attention,, circling his slit purposefully.

Though, he was a bit confused what he meant by 'get ready'..until, well, denzien thrusted.

He choked, tensing then relaxing just as fast, halting his attention on his own cock to shift his position and sit.

Lizard didn't pull away, letting him thrust as he laid his head back flat against the rocky wall behind him..his face gently coiling at each thrust, occasionally choking and whining..his eyes shutting each time his hips met his face.

Drool dripped down his chin, spit sloppily covering the entirety of Denziens length. ..his own hand beginning to slowly stroke himself again, letting himself choke as he got facefucked. After all, this turned him on. The current pain he felt was satisfying; unlike getting cut and hit a bunch of times,, in his opinion anyway.

[penname-artist]

[warning: long; TW for bad work stories and mental health shit]

It's not a great evening for me.

I don't know if it's going to get better yet.

I don't know when the storm is going to pass.

Most of the time my problems are only emotional. They only affect me mentally, it's only ever just, things happening around me, or, because of me, that regardless of my involvement I know I can't stop from falling down. But it hasn't taken turns like these in a long time. It hasn't kicked me in the stomach this hard in a long time.

I had just hit a milestone, too. I had been with the company I worked for for two years now, nearly to the day. That's the longest job I've held so far, as...rocky as it got.

I went home halfway through my shift the very first day I worked there. I was lost, I didn't know what I was doing, and then I made a pretty big mistake. I was so overwhelmed. I locked myself into the darkness of the women's bathroom and just. Cried. Til there wasn't anything left in me. I couldn't see straight. My body hurt from convulsing and laying tight in the same curled up position for as long as I did. I phoned home, I let mom explain the situation for me to my then-manager on the way out the door, because I couldn't look anyone in the eye. I couldn't do it.

I don't know how I did it, after that day, either. Somehow I got up, somehow I went back, and somehow I found a way to make it work. The people helped. Most everyone there was very understanding, supportive, accommodating. There were moments of course; oh, there were moments. Times the higher ups got to me. I tried my best to steel myself from a breakdown, but it didn't always work. And I think they thought I was a depressed robot when they spoke to me sometimes. I tried, I did try.

I can't say I didn't try.

And I think deep down they knew I'd been going through some heavy shit. I remember the day I got into an online fight with someone while AT work, getting up and pacing and sitting back down and just stewing in that agony (that my nervous system was also willfully ingesting as fast as it could because hello, it's work). Practically every day I scanned the truck in I would start fuming over the rumination of past situations and their shit outcomes. Sometimes it was anger and sometimes it was sorrow. But either way the scale tilted, I think some people knew.

We changed managers last winter, and I was a nervous wreck about it. I'd already seen many coworkers come and go, and it was harder and harder to trust anyone, people who just, didn't really get me, didn't understand how differently I behaved and how differently I had to behave in order to stay functional. I'm not lazy, I'm stressed, every time I sit and doodle on a piece of paper. I work too quickly, and then I have to sit there to watch the clock. I worried and fretted that my new manager wouldn't understand, and then I'd be on the curb.

I was so glad that I was wrong.

My second manager was probably the best I'd ever had in my work history. He wasn't just a good manager, he was a good person. He took care of his people. He learned from them, he worked with them, we all made it work, and it worked out wonderfully.

And he really did the best that he could've to ensure I was okay. I tried to leave then, when he first signed on, but he begged me to stay if only for a few hours a week to help the new trainees. From that point on my schedule was...flexible. I came in when they needed my help, and everyone was always so thankful when I could do so. I organized things they'd never have time away from the counter to fix. And even if it didn't feel like it was much they made me feel like it was a lot. I enjoyed doing it. Helping them.

The boss even drove me back to my house a few times, when I couldn't get my usual ride and had to walk (work is only a few blocks away from my house). Without hesitation, even. Hell one time I didn't want to bother him and started walking home, he realized and got in the company truck to drive a half a block down the road to pick me up to take me the rest of the way. I could not have asked for a more understanding person, and truly I don't think we deserved him, as awesome as he was.

It should stand to reason that's why it didn't last long.

The second manager only stayed for six months. He went on to a larger store in a neighboring town. We had another manager coming, and I knew, I knew...I knew we weren't going to get this lucky again.

I hate it when my intuition is right. I hate it. It's so right, it's been so right so many times. I could take one look at someone and tell you whether their vibe is great, just okay, or destined to become a weapon of your destruction. I've seen it before. And I saw it again.

Thursday was hell. Yesterday, even. Fuck it's been a really long two days. I walked in the door and sat to do computer things. Instantly, the new new manager - manager number three - makes a beeline for me and calls me to the office. The DM is there.

Joy. Oh sweet, sweet, motherfucking joy.

It's an evaluation, which is par at best. My position doesn't look good on paper, it never did because I was never a normal-case employee. I never worked the counters.

I received multiple write ups for no call no shows. I was scheduled for days I didn't know about, wasn't told about, and blamed for not attending because the old manager's system of schedule was no longer in effect. This wasn't my fault, this was the new guys fault and his lack of information. Oh, and following this information I then learned my shift for the day was six hours longer than I thought it would be.

That was the first strike of the day. After an hour of going to my work as usual, I retreated to the bathroom for a quick cry and to psyche myself up to deal with this new guy. Surely we'd find common ground eventually. Right?

I went to sit for a minute to catch my breath later on. Anxiety spiking again. He immediately found me again the moment I sat down and asked whether I was on break.

After telling him I wasn't (without him really replying but obviously not seeming happy that I was, y'know, sitting), I asked about editing my schedule to work shorter shifts. I changed to part time when my second manager came in because I intended to leave from the exhaustion of working full-time. My body has a fluctuating capability, and some days I can work just fine and some days I can't keep my head up and my legs refuse to work the way they should.

And he tells me he can't change my schedule. He 'needs' me for these two back to back eight hour days, so there's no changing it. I'm being bent to fit someone else's schedule.

Strike two.

After another bathroom safehouse cry ("I gotta stop doing this, what is wrong with me?") I complete stock and start putting things out on the floor. He finds me out on the floor and tells, in an asky kind of way that makes it seem like he's not telling me, to rearrange the entire wall of hoses we have in the backroom. Y'know, because I told him I specialized in store organization.

I panicked at the beginning of rearranging the hoses; I was so stressed already and I'd never touched these things yet because they were so oddly organized. I gave up when I knew cry #3 was fast mounting, and dipped from store reality for another half an hour.

When I emerged, I headed back to the desk where I could talk with my one and possibly only favored co-worker there, and do some stress doodling (for context my co-worker friend loved all the doodles I made, so much so that he taped all of them to the topside of the desk I was at to showcase to customers when they came in).

Again it happened: the moment I sat down, legs a tense twitchy mess at this point and in dire need if it, the manager with a million eyes finds me and chips into my damaged disposition again. Oh, what are you doing? Are you on break NOW? What's wrong with your leg now? Do you have paperwork for that? I can't have you sitting back here drawing.

I was rendered mute, mind a muddled mess of fight or flight. I felt like an animal, cornered. I waited for him to walk away, and I made my way to the computer to clock out three hours early.

I need to go home.

I can't do this.

I can't be here anymore.

Manager Man catches me again. What are you doing? Are you leaving? Are you quitting? Can you sign something to show that you're quitting?

Then and there, he had me write my resignation, shakily scribbling my name onto a sheet of paper. I paced at the door waiting on my ride, waiting to get out of this prison, away from this horrible person, away to tell my family I had failed, again, to leave a job the right way, to keep a job and work a job and be happy in a job, while my nervous system has a bloody conniption, and my knees jerk and twitch, and I get dizzy if I stand for too long or lift too much, and I can't ask for help, and I work through headaches and sensory overload and the constant, constant, exhausting pressure of just being a good employee. I just want to do a job well. That's all I wanted. And it's all I had to show anymore to prove I was just like everybody else, I'm not broken, I'm not injured, I'm not mentally unfit for work now...

But I guess having papers to prove that is my next course of action, while I'm out of a job.

I think I'll be...okay. I don't really know anymore. I don't know what the next right step is supposed to be and I hate the step no matter which one it is, because one of them will put me back between a rock and a hard place, and the other one is a crutch no one wants to believe is real because 'they can't see it'.

So...yeah that's been on my mind. And I already got to visit my favorite text hotline (again) so I've exercised all the professional help I can pay for right now. Might have commissions open again soon, might not. Never been a fan of commissions but I guess you have to do what you have to do. I'll post again soon if I decide to though.

In the meantime I'm still here, existing at home with my family and waiting on my mom's spinal surgery at the end of this month, which I'll need to be here for anyway.

Thank you to any of you who actually managed to read all of this, I know it's far longer than even my normal long posts are. I appreciate it. You take care and have a wonderful whatever time of the day it is where you are right now. Until the morrow.

[jesseelmassalamy]

While Jesse held his best friend close and his ocean gaze bore down into the blur of tear distorting her own the barista felt something ache somewhere deep within.

There were no easy fixes for the pains brought on by tears managing to fall from a stoic face.

"You're always welcome here," the Bostonian interjected. It wasn't much, just a mediocre downtown apartment in the heart of this city with the view of the Rockies, but Sara would always have a home or place of refuge as long as oxygen still flowed in and out of his lungs. The woman was more family than his had ever been and that wasn't something Jesse carried around in his chest lightly.

"Stop apologizing," he commanded softly. "No more apologizing for feeling and needing something. You're no burden," the disgraced policeman assured turning and watching as she pulled away and headed for his couch, "nor are you ever asking for too much."

It was easy to see in her body language just how much things were taking their toll, and the view of it crossed his brow. Maybe not so much for himself, Jesse was a problem solver. Not just his previous profession and how engrained all that training had become, but mostly just who he'd always been.

That was yet another thing that plagued him and tore him up. The biggest confrontation of his inability to fix the broken had come with Ashlee. His failure to save her not only had sent him to the edge, it also severed his purpose.

"What has?" They both knew that the only way things would begin to feel any bit better would be if they talked about it. Which was why he had been meaning to get together with Sara himself, she'd just beat him to it. "Don't worry about me—" What hadn't been said was just how long he'd been carrying the weight of all his losses.

The weight of his guilt.

With Sara, though, it was a case of her knowing without knowing.

However, she had seen his transformation— a negative more than a positive. Once respectable and eloquent, a man of charm and promise Jesse had become quiet and withdrawn over night. Most would agree that losing someone as important and impactful as a wife would do that to anyone. Ashlee had been his high school sweetheart. She'd changed the whole trajectory of his life. Then she was gone. Her light snuffed out far too soon and it was all his fault.

In the kitchen he started the popcorn and got a bowl ready. The barista also poured a couple of glasses of 7up with ice and brought those into the room to set on the coffee table in front of the couch. Briefly the man from Boston glanced at the screen as Sara scrolled through Prime. "I also have Netflix, Hulu, Max, and Peacock," Jesse dropped before heading back for the snack that began dinging the microwave ready alarm.

When he returned, a bowl in his hand, Jesse sat next to Sara and set the popcorn in her lap. His long, heavy arm settled around her petite shoulders and pulled his best friend into his side. "I'm... alright," he couldn't really lie to her but it was true, Jesse had gotten to a point of being okay enough to function. "I have to get your advice on something but... you first." / @sarayoon

In so many ways, Sara wanted for Jesse's words to mean that she would have her problems solved. Not that she was a violent person, of course, but if only her pain was resumed to one person, and said person had been punchable. She wished she could go there and ask Jesse to hurt them for her.

But her pain and her loneliness didn't come from one only source. It came from several.

It came from being abandoned by her birth mother and then living most of her life in her sister's shadow, watching boys come and go, and telling herself she should shield her heart so they wouldn't hurt her like that, too. It came from being granted a hint of hope in meeting her birth mother, and then moving all the way to South Korea only to be told she wanted nothing to do with Sara. It came from falling in love and changing completely to fit this person her mother-in-law wanted her to be. It came from losing herself, losing her light...

It came from being promised to be loved, protected, wanted and cared for forever; to grow a little life in her womb, to make plans for their little family and feel like her light was getting back to her... only to be met with cold and hard divorce papers.

Like she was disposable.

Gosh, she was so tired of it.

Of opening herself up, of letting people see her light—letting them get warmed in her fire, only to leave once they had used enough of it.

Except for Jesse. Never Jesse.

While everyone else left, Quinn included, all those years ago and then now, Jesse stayed... and if she was being honest, she fought for him, because she knew how much Jesse wanted to leave, too.

Not him.

She wouldn't let him, though. As bad and possibly dependent of him that it might make her. But for the first time in her life, Sara didn't simply accept what had been laid out for her. She stomped her foot, she stood in front of him and she kept him from leaving her. He was too important. Had always been.

"I'm just tired." She sighed, shaking her head as she kept her arms around him for a while longer, before finally letting go of her best friend. "I'm sorry to show up unannounced, I just..." Didn't have anywhere else to go. The words got caught in her throat, her eyes welling up too, and Sara wasn't strong enough to fight them.

Her hand moved up, wiping off those wet trails from her cheeks as she set her pair of Converse shoes by his door, then stepped further into his apartment, welcoming the dimness of the light she knew it well. "I'm sorry, I..." The petite brunette shook her head. She what? There wasn't much to be said, you know... "It's just been too much. I needed a break." With that, she sat down on his couch, feeling so small. "I know you're constantly dealing with... you know, your issues. I just didn't want to be alone."

Sara felt like a damn burden to everyone. From Jesse, to Quinn always looking out for her, and Parker... And with feeling like a burden, also came the feeling of being unwanted. She didn't know which one she hated the most.

"Yes, of course." She nodded when Jesse suggested she'd pick the movie. To be honest, she would watch anything if she could be held for two hours by her best friend. "I'll check Prime. How... how are you? Sorry, I didn't ask." / @jesseelmassalamy

[simpforchuchu]

I read your Platonic!Hyuga with his older sis (And Rocky). And I love itt!!!

I was thinking about Murayama since this man is just straight up... man-child... Anyways!!

I imagine that when fights between sword and Mighty over, Y/N came to check her lil bro and Rocky while she was checking on them Murayama shamelessly come and whining about how hurts his hands is (that mf's hands literally full of blood) and asking to patch him up (Y/N mother instinct instantly kick in of course she would agree)

I dunno about Rocky but he probably jealous...a bit..??

But Hyuga? If stare could kill, Murayama would die in miserable ways

And Murayama looking at them and just like :D

Could you write little scenario of this? Have A Nice Day!! XD

('M sorry, my English is suck)

Platonic!Murayama x Hyuga's Older Sister x platonic!Hyuga x Rocky

a/n: okay, I had SO MUCH FUN while writing this. My 3 favorite leaders are in the same story jdkdkkf It was a great request, I hope you like it ♥️🥳 More H&L requests !! (Sword gangs, Amamiyas, Oya and Housen High Students and Hope Hill 6)

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

When the fight was over, the leaders were proudly looking at each other. Everyone looked at each other and smiled at the news of victory. And at that moment, a voice was heard.

"Where is that little bastard?"

Everyone looked in that direction as the woman shouted from afar. The Daruma leader knew who she was as soon as he heard the voice. Rascals too.

Koo appeared next to the young woman, trying to block and stop her.

"Y/n-san! Please calm down! It's dangerous for you to be here."

Koo swallowed, looking seriously terrifying as the young woman turned her head to look at the man trying to stop her.

Rocky looked at Hyuga and shook his head. He took a few steps forward and when Y/n saw her boyfriend, she quickly rushed towards him.

"Rocky!"

Closing the distance between them, she quickly moved forward to the tall man in front of her and stopped in front of him. Seeing the scars on her lover's face, she softened a little and nervously put her hand on his chest and whispered.

"Are you okay ?"

Rocky smiled and nodded. Y/n let out a sigh of relief and frowned again.

"You're getting into such a dangerous fight and you won't tell me? For God's sake Rocky! Do you realize how much you worry me?"

When Rocky saw how serious and frightened the young woman was, he was upset and shook his head.

"I just wanted to protect you, you know-"

Before he could finish, the young woman sighed and wrapped her arms around the man across from her.

"I am glad you are well" Rocky smiled and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, kissed her hair and laughed.

"I know you're angry, but I still don't like it when you call me a bastard."

Y/n quickly broke away from him and chuckled

"I wasn't actually talking about you-"

Hyuga couldn't take this soggy scene any longer and called out.

"Hey Nee-san! I'm here too, you know..."

Her eyes twitched and she spoke angrily at the voice that interrupted her sentence.

"There's the bastard I was talking about!"

Rocky watched the young woman in surprise as y/n angrily left him. Watch y/n walk up to her brother and shout

"You! You're the biggest idiot I've ever seen, Hisa! How could you join such a big fight without telling me!"

Hyuga grimaced at his older sister's shrill voice

"Hey, you're so loud. I'm fine, don't worry!"

Hyuga grins as Y/n looks at him with disappointment.

"I'm really fine nee-chan, let's go home. I want to sleep."

Y/n rolled her eyes and looked around. Everyone had scars and bruises on their faces. She thought they were all stupid.

Hyuga smiled, putting the Daruma jacket on his sister's shoulders and ruffling her hair.

"Lets go"

Y/n nodded "I'm going with Rocky today, see you tomorrow."

As Hyuga rolled his eyes, y/n hit his arm and turned around.

Just then, she turned her head to the left at the sound she heard.

"Y/n-nee!"

Y/n looked at the young man approaching him and pursing his lips and pouting. He had scars on his face like the others.

"Murayama-kun! Are you okay?"

Murayama nodded and showed his hands.

"Y/n-nee, my hands... my hands hurt so much..."

Y/n looked at the boy and his hands. Her eyes opened wide and she shouted in a shrill voice.

"Oh my god! My poor baby! What happened to you? Do you want me to patch them up?" Murayama smiled broadly and nodded his head as Y/n put his hands on Murayama's cheeks and shouted. Y/n smiled and squeezed the young man's cheeks and pulled her hands away.

Murayama smiled and bowed slightly. He loved his y/n-nee very much and loved to be pampered by her. But there was something he didn't realize.

Turning his head, he saw Rocky scowling at him and Hyuga looking like he was going to kill him, and he grinned innocently. Y/n took his arm and walked him towards the other two

"Hey Rocky, I'm going to patch this poor guy's hands first. Then I'll come to Heaven, okay?"

Rocky knew how motherly and helpful his girlfriend was. He sighed and said nothing as he knew she had absolutely no bad intentions. He was jealous and wanted to beat up that stupid brat, but he gave up and nodded his head lightly.

Y/n smiled and turned to her brother. Hyuga turned to her sister with a scowl and sarcastic tone.

"You know I have scars too, right?"

Y/n gave a smirk and turned serious when she noticed the jealousy in Hyuga's voice.

"If you can go without telling your sister, you can bandage your wounds yourself."

As Y/n raises an eyebrow, Hyuga rolls his eyes and gives Murayama another deadly look.

"Let's go Murayama-kun"

Murayama nodded his head excitedly and followed y/n. He looked back for a while and swallowed as Hyuga's hand went his throat and pretended to cut it. I guess he had made new enemies now...

[venushasvixens]

Ch. 11 - Fightin’ Words - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

[A/N] to clarify before I begin, I do NOT hate Faye. There will be a following chapter to explain how we got from point A to point B, since now that I see it, this chapter seems like a stretch. I apologize if the writing is a little shitty, I got too excited when writing it, and I was basically vomiting words onto my screen. Enjoy!

Previous chapter: Ch.10

⛔️ WARNING: this chapter contains implied sexual content, drinking, and strong language

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There is a clear difference in kissing. One was for lust, meant to excite and give pleasure to the receiving, as a plus on to tie in all the ingridients for good sex. The other was for love, showing affection and those deep emotional feelings that both parties were in need of.

The lines were blurring.

Wanting this to be a strictly physical relationship, other elements started to incorporate their way into your escapades. And now Spike knows almost everything about you. Eating habits, what makes you laugh, and the type of people you hate. Talking for hours on end, both of life and it’s ridiculous nature, there was no off time between you both. It felt good.

The quiet moment after you left his room for your own, a faltering feeling of sadness and loneliness enters Spike. The urge to grab you and bring you back to his bed for the night was strong. He tried to get you to stay (always subtly), but to no avail. Well aware of your need for space, he always respected your decision.

The crank that was once rusty, was in Spike’s head as his mind ran endlessly of if you liked him or not. It was a thought, a discussion he wanted to put off for so long. The consequences of his doubt were going to hurt, especially when it was going to be that time to go. The reassurance that this was only a fling, a friends with benefits deal, was on its way to be tossed out of the trash chute into space.

“Trust me, Spiegel, I’ve had plenty of time as a child to know what I’m talking about.” You said as Spike passed you his cigarette.

“About what?” He asked, completely clueless.

“Rocks. Crystals, geodes. Have you not been listening?” You scolded, scoffing as Spike shook his head.

“The library in the city gave the orphanage books they didn't want anymore. My favorite book was the one about rocks on Mars, of course it was simplified for my small brain…”

Head in his hand, Spike listened as you rambled mindlessly of all the different rock formations on Mars. As much as he wanted to learn, he couldn’t help but be distracted by his acknowledgment of your presence. More specifically, the air you brought in the room. Spike began to think of it as his favorite perfume, sweet and sultry, with a hint of spice. It made him feel safe.

You were so attractive when you were educating him. He hated to hear it from Jet or anyone else, but you made it interesting.

“You’re pretty hot.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah thanks. Anyways, like I was saying…”You replied, flattered by his sudden proclamation.

“I’m serious. You’re talking all smart to me, and I can’t help but tell you that.” Spike smirked. “I think I learned more from you than in high school.”

You laughed softly. “I tell you because I know you’re dumber than a bag of hammers.”

“Is that so?” Spike raised his eyebrows. Why was your teasing making him feel even better? “You’re going to regret saying that.”

“I only have one, and not that.” You smiled slyly, the glint in Spike’s eye becoming more noticeable.

“I’m about to make it two.”

“I would love to see you try.”

You put your hands up to defend yourself, Spike’s smooth moves rendering you helpless. In a second, he had your arms pinned down by your sides, a deep throated chuckle emitting from him as he watched you struggle. There was no danger but that of falling to his charm and whim.

“I don’t regret this.” You panted.

“Sounds like the best decision I’ve made.” Spike mumbled, gaze traveling all over your face. He brushes the stray hairs from your face, fingers tracing your hairline and ears. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your neck, threatening to brush his lips on yours.

“Can I ask you something?” Spike broke the silence. You nodded eagerly.

“I-“ He began, cut off by the loud knocking on the door.

“Spike? Spike? Are you there?” Jet called out.

There is no answer, except you panicking over whether Jet sees you naked or sprawled out on Spike’s bed. The only sound that could’ve been heard was the thuds of you scrambling around the room, looking for your bra and panties. Spike watches in amusement, not caring at all at the dilemma you both were in.

“Yeah?” Spike called out, the clink of his lighter going off.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come up to the bridge for a drink, got a few good bottles of gin from our last bounty.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Good.” Jet finished. Footsteps drew further away down the hallway and supposdely onto the stairs. You sighed in relief, getting dressed at a leisurely pace. Safe, once again.

“Y/n, you can come too if you would like.” The loud booming laughter of Jet filled the hallway, masking your dread.

This evening was going to be delightful.

-

“Where's the gin?” You said in confidence, like you weren’t just caught in Spike’s room. Hopefully he wouldn’t see the slight limp in your step either.

“I have it, but I knew it would be a good bait to get some help up here.” He replied.

“Then I want at least half the bottle as a down payment. And an apology.” You scowled, taking a peek on the holo computer, skimming over the briefing for the next bounty.

Jet chuckled. “Now young lady, I have something very important to ask you.”

“Huh, you and Spike. I’m not too scared of yours.” You glanced at him, sitting in his seat.

Jet rested himself against the table, nodding. “I was going to say that us boys and Ed really enjoy you here. These last few months have been the best one this ship has seen in a while, and you are welcome to stay however long you want, kid.”

You knew you were doing well, but now you caught the bag. Jackpot. “You’re just saying that because I feed you all.”

“That's part of it too.” Jet grinned. “But I’m serious, (y/n). I think all of us could vote in favor of a new crew member. What do you say?”

Thinking, you remembered your freedom, sought as a child. That’s all you ever wanted, was to be out and allowed to do whatever you could. But deep down, the thing you really needed was a home. A family.

You could find that here on the Bebop. Even if you got a rocky start, it was smooth sailing for now. You felt wanted. That’s what you needed.

“Doesn’t sound too bad. I’m down.” You beamed.

“Glad you agreed, or else it would’ve been real awkward if you said no.” Jet replied, giving you a soft pat on your back.

“Mmm, would you kick me out if I declined this most generous offer?” You teased.

“Kid, you have my respect, I would let you pack first then throw you out.”

You cracked up, the deal was done. As you sat in your new home, you couldn't help but feel eternally grateful. “I really owe you one, Jet. You really got me out of a tight spot.”

Jet nodded as he searched for something on the control board.

“Was..was that how Spike came around? Picked him up like a stray?” You asked, surprised at your brazen question.

Jet stops messing with the controls, paused as he tries to peace his words together. “To be honest, I can’t even remember when or how Spike joined me here. He just popped up one day, and I haven’t been able to shake him off.” Jet gave a small titter. “Ah, (y/n). The man’s been through it tough.”

“Can I ask?” You said meekly.

“All that time spent together, and he hasn’t told you?” Jet chaffed, a smirk starting to grow.

Shit. “We haven’t spent much time talking today.” Fuck it, no use in denying it now.

“That’s what I thought.” He snickered. “Well, let me put it this way. A heartbroken man is a lonely one. He roams the galaxy in search of finding a way to fill the void left in him, either desperate to find something new. Or leave the void empty, allowing himself to wither away peacefully.”

“Hmm.” You replied shortly. A lot wasn't said, but it made sense.

“I’m only saying this once, (Y/n). He’s changing, and for the better. I haven’t seen him smile so much sober. I have to thank you for that.”

You made a change, as small as it was. You hear footsteps approaching the bridge, the sliding door opening to reveal Spike. As he quietly passes you by, he shoots you a small wink, making you blush. Spike sits down with a sigh, his legs propped up on the control panel.

“Easy, I’m still working there.” Jet warns as he hands Spike a drink.

“Then how come you're not sitting here?” He smirks, side-eyeing you to watch him kick up dirt.

You smile back, letting their conversation fade away slowly. This moment, you had to screenshot it. It doesn’t look like a normal family, but it wasn't dysfunctional. You had a crazy red haired computer genius as a sibling, along with a dog that you think could do math better than you. It topped nicely with a protective mentor and teacher with one robotic arm, and a man who you didn't think you could even get near without getting your arm bitten off.

Someone was missing. She hasn’t been seen all day, but that’s typical. As an official member of the Bebop, there was no back burner now. You could turn off your predatory instinct on your prey. The hunt on Faye was over. You didn't have to be her best friend, just tolerate her attitude enough when she decides to stay on the ship for longer than a day. You really didn't want to fight her, but sometimes she made it so difficult. Besides, you were too tired anyways.

The little get together was carrying on joyfully, now joined by Ed and Ein. Ed wandered aimlessly in all directions on the bridge, babbling on about all the buttons and flashing lights. You sat next to Spike in your own chair, feeling the small soft padded pushes of Ein on your legs.

“What is it boy?” You asked sweetly, reaching down to rub the top of his ears. He jumps on his hind legs, trying his best to climb up onto your lap. You cooed at him, picking him up and placing him snuggly on your thighs. You swore you could’ve seen him smile as your pet his fluffy face, massaging his soft head.

Spike leaned over, whispering. “Do you think I can get a massage too?”

Before you could respond, Ein gave a small huff, one eye opening to watch out for his competition. “I’m sorry, but the baby said no.”

Jet laughed as Spike smiled. You looked down to see that Spike’s glass was still full, while Jets was drained of all gin. You were working on yours at a slower pace. “You don’t feel like drinking tonight?”

“Hmm?” Spike looked down at his drink, sloshing it against its glass walls. “ Oh, I’ll get to it.” He said before reaching out and touching your back gently, his fingers tracing circles on your spine.

What a win-win situation, Ein gets to be loved on and you get to be petted, you thought. Goosebumps rose on your arms as Spike continued. The sky turned to night, all the stars in the galaxy could be seen from the bridge’s giant front window. Ed was curled up in a ball in front of it, tuckering herself out. Ein provided some warmth to Ed, loafing on Ed’s stomach. Their snores mixed in together, obnoxiously loud, but incredibly cute.

Spike never got to his drink, so he offered it to you instead. Two was all you needed to finish off the night. You took over Ein’s spot on Spike’s lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you conversated with the boys. His hands rubbed the side part of your stomach before interlocking, his heated palms providing comfort. You wouldn’t mind falling asleep here.

The flash of Faye’s Redtail blinded you as she clumsily parked out on the flight deck. You didn't care as long as she didnt destroy the hangar, then you all would be in huge trouble.

“She’s home early.” Jet stated, watching as she stumbled out of the ship.

“It’s not even midnight yet. Think she missed us?” Spike called out sarcastically.

“Doubt it.”

This was the last of peaceful silence for the night, you thought. You were hoping not to jinx it.

BAM!

Everybody around you whipped their heads to the source of the sound, except yours, because you knew exactly who it was and what was going to happen. Ein used Ed’s stomach as a launching pad, frightened at the loud noise. What could you say, you have a knack for sensing a challenge. The only thing was, you were not in a mood to seek it. It was brought to you, sucking all good energy out of the room and switching it to a fireball of jealousy.

In walked a staggering Faye, pleased with her grand entrance. She tipped to one side, before switching to the other slightly. Just one look was all it took before you gulped the rest of your drink down, flipping the glass on its head. You could see out of the corner of your eye Spike’s focus was on you. His brows furrowed, head tilting as if to ask what were you doing. Your reply was a swift head rub, his hair swooshing.

“Evening, Faye.” Jet chimed, pushing the bottle of gin closer to his side behind him on his control board. There was no way she was getting any more tonight.

Your gaze changed to Jet, who you thought could also sense the new air in the bridge. He sat at the edge of his seat, arm resting on his knee. What was he waiting for?

A small hiccup bounced off the metal walls, prompting Faye to trip and catch herself on the main control board in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed, she began to shake her head side to side, a small manic giggle escaping her mouth.

“You just-just can’t keep your fucking hands off of him, can’t you?”

You felt a shiver of shock rest on your shoulders as you turned your head to face Faye. Before you could speak, Spike opened his mouth to defend you.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Spike retorted, his hands now pressed firmly on your waist.

“Everything was just fine without her, you-“ Faye snarled as she pointed to Jet, “just had to have a heart.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Jet replied cautiously.

Faye circled around the control table, using it as support or else she tumbled over. A mumbled slur of insults, consisting of calling you a slut and Spike an idiot. She was drunk, you thought. Let it run off like water. She will be fine once she’s in her bed, snoring her way into a killer hangover. You couldn’t shake that feeling that you needed to start gearing up. You wiggled out of Spike’s hold, planting your feet firmly down as you lean on the control table.

“I..I honestly don’t get it.” Faye said aloud.

“Get what, Faye?” You piped up, the slightest shake in your voice.

Oh! So it can talk!” She cackled out loud. “Let me tell you what, since you asked!”

“Please, I would love to know.”

Her pointer finger shoved right in your face, furiously wanting to make contact. “I-I find it hard to believe that you managed to get him to fuck you.”

“Jesus, Faye, in front of the kids?”

“Fuck that! She’s going to hear what I have to say, whether the slut likes it or not.”

As angry as you should’ve been, coolness was all you displayed. The voice in the back of your head reminded you of unforgettable advice you knew all too well. Alcohol could be a very good truth serum.

“What a f-fucking slut … you know how I think y-you managed to stay on this tin can of a ship?” She muttered. “You have to be f-fucking the captain.”

“That’s enough! Leave until you sober up.” Jet stood up, standing in the space between you and Faye. “Not having any of that on my ship.”

You looked at Spike, face frozen in a silent menacing fury. Leaning back on the console, you kept glancing to see Faye moving further and further away towards the door. That was it, the show's over. But someone had some kind parting words.

“Hey, how about this! I bet Spike has to cover your face while fucking your ugly ass, I would too, you stupid-“

Your knuckles had never stung so bad, but it felt so good to watch Faye’s head swing back. A flurry of raged-filled punches landed on either side of her face, so fast it didnt give her enough time to react. Waking up, Faye gave a heavy footed kick to your side, prompting you to scream out in pain.

Each swing of her high leg swings missed as you ducked, giving you a chance for an uppercut into her stomach. You could hear the sound of the wind knocking out of her with each punch. Faye’s hand pulled your hair back roughly, fists meeting across your face, swiping your nose. Intense pressure built up, the threat of blood leaking out of your nose becoming evident. She wanted to play dirty?

We can play dirty.

You used everything you had in you. Scratching, biting, kicking. You were not going to lose. You did not give two shits if she was vulnerable, this bitch was going down. It felt like forever until you felt the strong arms of Spike yanking you away from the fighting ground.

“Hey, hey, hey!” You heard Jet roar, becoming a flesh and metal cage around Faye’s upper arms, taking a small beating as she tried to claw her way back to you. Ed was yelping and screaming at the top of her lungs, while Ein barked and yowled at the commotion.

“Stop, (y/n), its me you’re hitting, damn it!” Spike yelped as you gave the last swings, realizing that the fight was just about over. You panted, the painful injection of adrenaline overcame your body. You watched on in pity as Jet tried to get Faye to calm down. As you trudged back to your seat, with the help of Spike, the last word was finally given out of the door.

“Get comfy bitch, I’m going nowhere!” You screamed.

“And I know who burned your ship, but there’s no way I’m telling you, you dumb cunt!”

Other insults flew in your direction, but were ignored. You stood in disbelief as you let the major bombshell play over and over. Feeling the soft tug of Spike pulling you back gently down to your seat, letting you wallow for a second. He knelt in front of you, examining your growing black eye and red welts on your face. “Damn, that's going to leave a mark.”

You looked away from him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh (y/n), I didn't mean it like that, it doesn’t look that bad.” Spike apologized as you sniffled.

“It’s not that. I-its that..'' sobs so quietly, but causes the greatest quivering, “she knows who did this to me, and won't even fess up because she hates me. What kind of shit is that?”

Tears fell freely onto your lap, pain induced by your loss fueling more hurt. It was so cold by yourself, a shell encasing you in. Through the mists of your tears, the shell was just Spike’s chest moving closer in. The heat of his body provided consolation without words, the tightness and slight rocking bringing you down to a clearer, more relaxed consciousness.

“I’ll catch them for you.” Spike mumbled into your ear, his hands massaging the back of your head. “It won't bring anything back, but if that will make you feel better, I'll do it.”

This wasn’t an empty promise. There was sincerity behind Spike’s words, wanting to help you. It was now confirmed just how much you meant to him. He was willing to assist for payback. His offer was sweet, but it didn't feel right. This wasnt his struggle, it was yours.

You were going to catch them, and only God knew the hell you were going to bring.

[aficwhore]

Truth Is

Chapter 1: A Night Many Months Ago

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x F!reader

Summary: When reuniting for the mission in Colombia, Frankie and the reader (nicknamed "Chipmunk"), bicker due to their rocky past. After some angry exchanges, a few truths come out, changing both of their perspectives. Will the relationship be mended? Or once this is over, will they go back to the way things were before?

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: explicit language, blood, violence, guns/weapons, lots of angst and emotions, infidelity, talk of sex and sexual encounters, drinking, mentions of drugs, talk of death, and talk of mental health(PTSD, depression).

A/N: This was inspired by the song "Truth Is" by Sabrina Claudio. I want to make this a series (my first series ever), but it's still being decided, so please let me know if you want this to be continued! And I am still taking requests and prompts! Thanks Lovelies <3

"Cmon, please Chip, we can't do this without you." Santiago begged, his hands clasped together in front of him to show his desperation as he stood before me in my small apartment kitchen. I sighed, glancing around our surroundings. He had come to ask about joining one last escapade, one last job and we'd all be set for the rest of our lives.

Finally breaking the silence and meeting his weary gaze, "Who all have you rounded up? If Will or Benny said no, there's no way I'm doing it without them." I took another deep breath, turning to continue the dishes I had been doing when Pope showed up.

Santi's face began to light up, his stance growing slightly as he grinned, "Great! They both wanted in, so did Tom." Seeming relieved he leaned against the counter next to the sink and crossed his arms.

"And F-Fish?" I hesitated, pausing the scrubbing on the porcelain dish in my hand. It felt like the air in my lungs no longer existed. My heart began to pound it's way up my throat and into my ears.

His head dipped down, feeling the concern laced in my voice. Clearing his voice, he quietly explained "Haven't asked him yet, he was last on my list."

I silently placed the last dish onto the rack near the sink and wiped my wet hands on my jeans, looking down and watching the wet marks gradually making themselves known. No longer forcing myself to make eye contact, I nodded at the ground.

"Look, querida, if you two just talked I'm sure it would work out." He pushed himself off the counter and stepped towards me, reaching a hand out and gently rubbing my shoulder to console me. "But don't let this change your mind, we really do need you."

"When are you going to mention it to him?" I breathed out, wanting to keep any and all emotions at bay. His hand on my arm squeezed, as if he was trying to give me some courage.

"Tonight, at Benny's fight, I thought his spirits would be up enough to persuade him." He chuckled lightly, knowing his plan was to take a little bit of advantage of Frankie's mood.

I laughed softly, "Definitely sounds like a Santi move if you ask me."

He smirked and shook his head "I know, shame on me." As he dropped his hand back to his side he quirked, "You should come tonight, we can go out for drinks after the fight, relax a little before we leave tomorrow."

It took me a second to register what he said, but when I did I burst out "wait what?! Tomorrow? Santi, why didn't you tell me that? You forgot the biggest detail!"

He cowered down slightly, rubbing the back of his neck "Because I knew you'd yell at me, it was worth a shot putting off the anger a little longer." He smiled coyly.

Rolling my eyes I couldn't help but forgive his dumb smile. "Well it starts soon, why don't I get my things real quick and we can head to the arena together?"

His smile widened, "Of course!" I grabbed my purse and keys, making sure to turn off the lights and lock the door behind me. As we made our way down the elevator and out to his car, Santi told me a few details about the missions and the plan. But once we got into his rinky dink ford truck, I turned to him.

"About Frankie, I'm sure one of the boys told you, but just in case; his license was revoked." Santi's face contorted with confusion.

"What? How? Did he crash or hurt somebody?" He questioned quickly.

After taking a breath of courage I spoke, "No Pope. He-He was caught with coke."

Santi stayed quiet, turning the engine on. "I don't get it" A sad expression plastered on his face.

With a furrow in my brow I spoke again, "What don't you get? He was doing drugs, hardcore ones at that". I began to ramble more, "For what reason, I'm not sure, maybe the PTSD and depression. Maybe he felt he had no one to go to-"

"Stop. I know." He cut me off while finally shifting the gear into drive and moving up forward. "You can't blame anyone for this. All we can do is move on and help him. He's our friend, okay? But I know he's still the same Fish, just a little turned around."

"I know, okay. I can't help it. From what the boys told me, he seems to be a lot better." I added, stirring in my seat. "Anyways, it's been awhile since all of us have been back together. It's exciting."

Santi snickered, "But didn't you all hang out while I've been out of the U.S.?"

Seeing that we're close to the arena's parking garage I explained, "I mean, yea, but only me, Ironhead, Benny and Fish. I haven't talked to Redfly in months, we all had a fallout with him. Especially me."

"Tom didn't say anything when I talked to him, Do you wanna fill me in?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Huffing, I turn to face him, telling him the events of that night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The four of us, the Millers, Frankie and I sat on my couch, watching TV and talking, when we hear a bang at the door. I got up to open it and find Tom slumped on the doorway. He looked rough and smelled like he had been drinking the past several days. "Woah, Tom, you're really drunk, and you drove here?"

He snapped, beginning to yell, "Who are you to judge me? Huh? My wife left me, this is how I cope." He angrily pushed his way past me and tumbled into the living room. He was greeted with the boys standing around him with concerned faces.

"What the hell were you thinking? You know how dangerous that is? You know you could've called and we would've been there for you!" I raised my voice back, causing Tom to swing around to face me.

He laughed darkly, "Oh shut up 'Miss Perfect,' just like you did for Fish? When he was nose deep in coke? Or are you too self obsessed? Or do you just have favorites!"

"Hey man, that's not cool." Will interrupted and tried to get a handle on Tom. Frankie lowered his head in embarrassment. Will reached forward and placed a hand on his back, but things escalated more.

"Oh okay, yea protect the whore, we all know she's there for you guys more than just talking. I wouldn't doubt it if you all fucked her too. But me? Nah, you leave me out of everything." Tom howled, yanking away from Will and slurring his words and no longer making sense.

Anger becoming more prominent, I spoke, "Seriously?! Whore?! How is it my fault that you push us away and don't let us help? We include you in everything, but you have your head so far stuck up your ass you never show up!" I've come face to face with him, my hot breath and voice blowing into his face above me. "And another thing, I'm not a whore, you asshole, I'm with Frankie!"

He leaned closer to me, his breath reeking of alcohol, "Just him? Does he know where you're at everyday Monday and Wednesday at 1?! I doubt it!"

Frankie speaks up, "What? What is he talking about?" A devilish smirk makes its way to Tom's face.

"Nothing, I swear it's nothing." I try to explain, making eye contact with my partially hurt lover.

"Tell him, tell him you've been seeing a 'Dr. Philips.' Go on, do it." He rubs it in.

Looking behind Tom, I saw Frankie looking like his world had just shattered. "You've been seeing someone?!"

Panicking, I speak, "Yes, but it's not what you think, I promise!"

"Then what is it?" Tom adds, stumbling back a foot and crossing his arms contently at the damage he just caused.

Benny spoke up, knowing the truth about who I was "seeing." "You need to leave man, you have no right to say shit like that. You don't know the real situation"

Tom burst, yelling "I want her to admit it! I want her to admit that she isn't the perfect bitch she makes herself out to be!"

"Fuck you! Get the hell out of my house!" I scream, tears slightly welling in my eyes. "Frankie-" I turn to him, but to find him grabbing his things. "Baby please, let me explain."

"Explain what? You've been cheating on me?" his voice is loud, and cracks slightly.

A tear breaks its way down my cheek, "I haven't, Frankie, please believe me." I grab his hand, trying to stall his movements, but he pulls away.

"You just admitted it!" He frowns and yanks his hand away and heads for the door.

"That's right Fishie boy! Leave her, she's no good anyway!" Tom squawks as Benny grabs a hold of him and shoves him to the door, Will right behind to help.

"You bastard!" I lunged forward and swung my hand, landing right on the side of his face with a loud crack. Frankie spun around, startled at my actions.

The action only fueled Tom's anger because he ripped away from Benny's grip and grabbed me. I didn't back down and started to shove him and swing my arms, hitting him in the face and chest as he fought back.

But just as quickly as the fight started, it ended. Frankie tore me off of Tom, pinning me to his chest and stopping my brutal hits. Will and Benny wrested Tom into submission and dragged him out of the front door as he yelled slurs at me, and dumped him outside with a battered face.

While the brothers were dealing with a drunk Redfly, Frankie scolded and verbally fought with me.

"Just tell me! Who is Dr. Philips!" He questioned, slightly shaking me by the shoulders.

With many emotions running through my head, I couldn't process what was going on. "I-I can't, Frankie, I can't even admit it to myself." Tears streaming down my face I brought my hands up to the sides of his face. "But you have to believe me, por favor (please)."

Francisco looked like he was fighting an emotional battle in his mind. He finally spoke, "Either you tell me, or I leave, I can't do this, not if you keep things from me."

Feeling my heart break, I whispered "Please, mi amor (my love), don't make me. I'm not strong enough." My eyes now running like an open faucet and my hands tightly pressed to his cheeks.

He blinks away tears, reaching his hands up to grab mine and pull them away from his face, "Then I have to go." He drops my hands and turns to leave.

"Por favor no me dejes! (Please don't leave me)" I call after him, watching as he heads out of the door and into the night, leaving me alone. I drop to the floor, tears blurring my vision and all that can be heard are my sobs.

After what feels like hours, Will and Benny return, picking me up off the floor and taking me to my bed. They lay me down, attempting to help my emotional breakdown. They pick up whatever mess that was left after the event of that night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~end flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"And after that night, Tom was no longer invited anywhere with us. Frankie distanced himself and refused to talk to me. But Will and Benny did their best to be there for me in any way they could. They did the same for Frankie. But as for Tom, they casted him out, because he changed, badly." I finished covering the story of that night, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. "And the Dr. Philips I was seeing, was my therapist. I didn't want anyone to know I wasn't okay mentally. I was embarrassed and part of me didn't want to admit I needed help. The lives we chose aren't easy."

Santi parked, and seemed shocked, "I'm sorry love, I knew you split with Fish, but didn't know any details or about Tom." He reached over and patted my thigh sympathetically. "I really am sorry that you went through all of that because Tom was an asshole. You really don't have to do this-"

"No I want to, I'm in a better place, so is everyone else." I smiled shyly, wanting to lift the spirits. "So what do you say? Let's go wrangle up our boys and get rich?"

Pope smiled brightly, "Hell yes!" We both got out of the car, and headed to the back of the arena and knocked, hoping Will was there to open it like he told Santi he would. Much to our luck, the door swung open to reveal a tall, smiling, blonde Miller brother.

"Brother!" Santi chuckled as he pulled the eldest Miller into a hug, clapping each other on the back. They pulled away as Pope headed inside to find the others.

"Hey pretty girl, long time no see." Will joked, hugging me tightly.

I scoffed, "Will, you were just at my house last night." We both laughed and he led me into a rank smelling locker room, which I assumed was for Benny to get ready. As we rounded the corner, I saw Benny and Tom chatting on one of the benches between the lockers.

"Chipmunk!" Benny roared as he ran over, picked me up and spun me around. "I missed you! I'm so glad you could make it!" He sat me back down and stepped back to sit on the bench again.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss you getting your ass beat for the world!" I giggled as I winked at him, showing the younger of us a bit of love.

He shook his head with a grin. As my eyes left him, they met with the eyes of Tom. He seemed to have a look of regret, trying to give me a sad smile.

I walked over to him, reaching my hand in a fist forward, lightly tapping his shoulder, "Hey fly, how you been?"

A small wave of relief washed over him as he responded "I'm good Chip, how are you? And look I'm really sorry, I wasn't in a good place and I regret-"

"Its okay Tom, really, it is. I'm just glad you're better. It's water under the bridge." I sit next to him and pat his back, showing that all, or at least most, is forgiven.

He nods slowly, "Thank you, it means a lot that you're here."

"Oh cmon you have to admit it, you couldn't do it without me, the best there is." I pretend to act over confident and burst into laughter. And Tom joins in.

As Tom and I begin to catch up, talking about what we've missed these past several months, I overhear a conversation.

"Hermano (brother)! How are you?" Santi greets Frankie, I assume, he was the last of us, who wasn't already here. When I realize that it is him, my heart begins to race. My skin starts to burn and get hot, my palms becoming sweaty.

"Pope! Benny! Ironhead! What is this, a reunion?" Frankie's voice echoes as they come closer. As the three round the corner, "All we need is Redfly and Chip-" Frankie stops as we become revealed to him. Tom gets up immediately and struts over to give Fish a hug. Frankie's face lights up with glee and hugs him back. When they step away from each other, I wearily stand up and all he does is give an awkward smile and nods in my direction.

Benny attempts to whisper to Santi, "Ouch, that's cold." And Santi jabs him in the stomach with his elbow, causing him to double over and make a "hmf" sound.

Being slightly hurt, I break the uneasy tension by opening an invitation, "Alright well I'm gonna go get a beer and find us some good seats, it's close to showtime!" Faking a smile I continue, "Who's coming?"

"Me, I can't be in here with this doofus anymore." Will chuckle as he ruffles Ben's hair and follows right behind me.

When we make it to the concession stand and order beers, Will taps my arm, "How are you feeling?"

With a sigh, "Honestly I expected that, but it hurt more when it actually happened. But what can I say." I grab out drinks from the concession worker and thank her and turn on my heels to find a seat. "I love him, and if that means waiting to mend things, it worth it, even if it means waiting forever."

Will offers a sympathetic grin. "It'll work, just watch. Oh! Over there! Perfect seats!" He points as his attention was caught by an opening near the rink. He pursues it as I follow behind.

While we sit, we joke around, waiting for the rest of the gang to come sit and watch Benny get thrown around. Finally the last three show up and sit with us, Tom sat on Will's right side, me on his other side, Santi on my left, but when Frankie walks up, he bends down and whispers to Santi, causing him to scoot further away from me and leaving room for Frankie to slot himself between us. Which took me by surprise. Once he was seated, he glanced over to me and gave me a genuine smile.

We don't say a word as the lights begin to dim and the announcer's voice breaks through the speaks, introducing our dear Benny and his opponent.

Our small group starts to cheer and scream Benny's name, to show him support. As he enters the rink, he searches for us, and when he finds us, he smiles big.

In the midst of all the commotion, Frankie leans over and whispers to me, "I missed you, cariño (sweetheart)."

My face whips around to meet a very close Fish, who is smiling. "I missed you too." I give a small smile and lean to my side to shoulder bump him, as he places a hand on my knee.

[roselen-mylady]

the game

"First one to kiss Thor wins." Wanda suggested. Y/n tried to hide her scoff but judging by Nat's elbow in her ribs, she hadn't been successful. "Come on, Y/n!" Wanda groaned, rubbing her forehead in frustration. 

"Oh, you come on! What? Are we going to play 'would you rather' after?" Y/n joked, earning yet another jab from Nat. The two red heads glared at her annoyed but Y/n didn't care as she took a sip of champagne.

Pepper had convinced Tony to hold another party in hopes of boosting the team's morale and while it wasn't the first time he'd done it, the parties were still enjoyable. Y/n couldn't help the enthusiasm and joy that came with drinking, dancing and mingling. Everyone came, at least everyone she knew, along with a hundred other people Tony knew. Even Peter had started to attend the last few parties, granted Tony only made him a frequent attendee once he'd reached 18.

The parties were fun, yes, but still being the drama and excitement addicts they were, Y/n and her closest friends craved the thrill of their little games. They played them at every party. The first was a simple game of truth or dare and the second had been the cliche spin the bottle. But with each gathering their dares and games grew more and more risky. And Y/n loved it. They all did.

But tonight was different.

Tonight was boring.

"You're just upset that Bucky didn't want to make out in the closet with you last time we played." Nat accused. A deep frown settled on Y/n's lips from the stab at her pride but she quickly waved off Nat's insult with a dismissing hand.

"That's because he knew I was drunk off my ass. I didn't really wanna make out with him either, he's my friend. You know what alcohol does to me." She argued, getting a short disbelieving nod from Wanda in return.

"Uh huh. Or maybe cause he knows you're into his best friend." Nat suggested, sipping her own drink with a smirk as she narrowly dodged Y/n's threatening hand. Wanda giggled at the interaction, knowing there was truth behind Nat's words. She had seen into Y/n's mind and her fondness toward Steve practically screamed back at her.

"I'm not into Steve. The man is too self righteous for his own good and you know I'm into bad boys." Y/n shrugged, her attempt at hiding her feelings becoming transparent in her friends' eyes.

Yet before either of them could argue further and perhaps bring up the kiss she almost shared with Steve during spin the bottle, Sam and Bucky arrived. "Who's into bad boys? You've come to the right place ladies, I'm the baddest of them all." Sam flashed a charming smile to which they all rolled their eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sam, but I think Bucky has you beat on bad boys." Y/n challenged, sending a playful wink toward the soldier. Sam gasped, mocking hurt while Bucky rolled his eyes rather unamused with the discussion.

"That's right, weren't you the second shooter in the JFK assassination? That's gotta be as bad as it gets." Nat commented causing a dark flush on Bucky's face. A short flash of guilt appeared on his face but he instantly brushed the comment off deciding not to dig into his cloudy memory for the truth. The second shooter was just a conspiracy theory anyways. But then again, so was the Winter Solider...

"What are you, a cop?" Bucky let out a strained chuckle, bringing his drink to his lips subtly trying to pull himself from the conversation. Y/n offered an apologetic smile and he returned it gratefully before she turned her gaze away.

Despite his closed off nature she'd actually become a sort of friend to Bucky and while at first it was rocky, she rather enjoyed her friendship with him. Through Bucky she heard stories about Steve when they were growing up and she saw another side of him that she wished she'd known.

"You ladies up to another game?" Sam questioned suddenly. Nat nodded sharing a look with Wanda but Y/n's focus had been drawn away. While lost in her thoughts about him, her gaze had drifted to the man of her fantasies and she shamelessly watched as he talked with Tony and another man she didn't care to remember.

He was smiling, a sight that she cherished even if he'd never notice. The blue of his eyes seemed to shine brighter than any fireworks she'd ever seen and her heart skipped a beat just looking at them. His blonde locks had grown out while she had been snapped away but not enough to make him appear drastically changed. In fact she wasn't sure if anyone else had really noticed. Maybe she was just a stalker.

"Well, we were going to play one but Y/n thinks it's not big enough." Wanda replied, giving Y/n a glare as she turned back to the group.

"Well, it wasn't. I feel like everyone's used to our shenanigans so there's no challenge." Y/n shrugged, peering at the others with a bored stare. Sam shook his head, refusing to let the tradition die.

"What did you guys have in mind?" He asked, looking over the three women as they glanced around the party.

"Wanda suggested a competition to see who could kiss Thor first." Nat explained. Bucky scrunched his nose in disdain at the dare, exchanging a exasperated look with Y/n.

"Thor would do anything, if you asked him." Sam sighed, drinking whatever liquor he had requested. Y/n remembered him saying something about woman being attracted to a man who can handle hard liquor but she had chosen to ignore him. Though she did have to admit it must've been hard for him to compete with both of his best friends being able to drink without the effects of the alcohol they consumed.

"That's what I thought! Thor would gladly abide anything if it made us happy. He's too kind for his own good." Y/n playfully rolled her eyes as they looked over to said god. He had slimmed down significantly during his time with the guardians and Y/n could almost swear that there wasn't an ounce of body fat left on the man. His hair had been cut as well, returning to his signature length and his beard had been trimmed down to a reasonable length. In other words, the Asgardian had almost every girl swooning once more.

But Y/n was swooning for another.

The same man she had for years.

"We could make it more of a challenge." Nat proposed. The group turned to her with interested eyes, the only one who hadn't seemed to match their intrigue being a very grumpy Bucky. "We could expand the dare to all Avengers. Unless you guys wanna be pussys and limit it only to men." Nat winked.

Wanda's face flushed at the suggestion and quickly shook her head. "I have a hard enough time kissing the people I've known for years let alone all the new Avengers." She squeaked. Sam chuckled nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, not that you guys are pussys I'm just saying that is a lot of people. That'll take forever. Let's just stick with Avengers pre-snap." Sam's laughter grew at Y/n and Nat's disappointed expressions, having reaped them of the extra challenge they'd been searching for.

"How about this?" He began realizing without a catch the game wouldn't be that much fun for any of them. "You have to get them to kiss you but only using cheesy ass pick up lines." Sam explained, looking rather proud of his game plan.

"What type of kiss?" Y/n questioned suspiciously.

"Any." A buzz of laughter and eagerness flooded over the girls and Y/n smirked knowing she'd been born for this challenge. "Are we all in agreement?" Sam asked looking to each for affirmations. Once everyone was on board they put their hands in the middle, a sort of ritual they had developed as a way to insure everyone's commitment.

But another presence had been added to their usual group and they turned to Bucky to see what he would do. He had never been on the scheming side of the games and usually was a victim but now he had a choice. Though he'd rather be removed from the plan all together he figured he'd might as well get it over with while he still knew what was happening.

"Yeah, alright but I'm not doing make outs. You guys do your lines or whatever, get your kiss, then I'm out." Bucky told them, putting his vibranium arm into the middle along with the rest. With childish grins on their faces they let their hands fall as Sam stepped forward.

"As per tradition, you all start off with a good luck kiss from moi." Sam explained, putting a dramatic hand over his chest as he turned to Wanda. She scoffed at his attempt at charm allowing him to peck her lips with a teasing smirk. Turning to Nat, he hesitated allowing her to quickly kiss him, learning the hard way that coming onto her was an easy way to get a black eye. The smack of her lipstick made Bucky shake his head, his 40s mindset unable to grasp how easily they'd all accepted the concept.

Sam then turned to Y/n, noticing the way she subtly glanced in the direction of Steve as his arm came around her waist. "Looking for someone? Cause your prince charming is right here." Sam flirted earning an eye roll from the woman before him.

"I thought we were supposed to do the crappy pick up lines." Y/n raised a brow, keeping a hand on his chest to get some distance.

"I said cheesy not crappy. I'm offended." He frowned playfully only to have it wiped off his face by the soft peck of her lips. She pulled away just as quick, slipping out of his hold and shaking her head.

"Oh, how will you ever recover?" She replied sarcastically, making the girls laugh quietly beside her. He smirked turning to Bucky.

"Alright, Buck. Let's get this show on the road." Sam announced patting Bucky's shoulder roughly as he urged him forward. Surprisingly Bucky seemed more nervous than he did annoyed so Y/n decided to take the lead this time, stepping closer to the brunette.

Deciding to keep it simple for Bucky's sake she trailed her fingers along his forearm, giving him a gentle smile. "Hey, can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." She spoke smoothly. Sam cackled behind them but Y/n paid no mind instead smiling back at Bucky as he chuckled softly, grateful she hadn't used one of the dirty lines he was sure she had.

Shaking his head he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of her lips. Though he made it seem like he was annoyed by the games he was forced into every party, he found Y/n made them more enjoyable, being one of his only friends.

"Go on. You better win since it's your fault I'm a part of this." He grumbled and Y/n laughed, nodding before running off to claim more lips.

On the other side of the room a certain blonde had caught sight of her, his eyes narrowing slightly in interest as Tony leaned closer to him. "I think Y/n's playing another one of those games. I swear that girl is going to be the death of me. Let's just hope Morgan stays innocent." Tony mumbled, bringing his glass to his lips as he surveyed Steve's expression.

"Yeah." Steve replied dully, his focus directed at the only girl in the room he couldn't keep his eyes off of. Tony smirked knowingly, deciding he'd allow Steve to ignore him just this once.

•••

Y/n had this in the bag.

Thanks to Sam she had a wide range of pick up lines to try out and she planned to use the right one with each.

The first person she recognized in the crowd was T'Challa and she made her way to him slyly, his gaze falling on her as the crowd parted. "Ah, Ms. Y/n. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He questioned, a bit of mistrust in his eyes when he recognized the smirk on her face.

"Just seeing how my favorite pussy cat is." Y/n replied with an innocent shrug. He squinted suspecting her ulterior motives. He'd been to enough of Tony's parties to know that she along with Nat and Wanda usually had some kind of game and while he was entertained by it he also knew he needed to maintain decency being a King.

"He is very happy you're here to make things interesting. He was just telling me about how boring this party was. Also he was telling me he should ask you when you're going to bring Peter to Wakanda, that boy won't get off my back." Shuri spoke up, stepping closer to the pair with a pleased smirk. T'Challa didn't seem to share her amusement but knew most of what she had said was true.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that I have to be in Wakanda next week, I'll see if he's free to tag along." Y/n replied, turning her gaze to the spider boy. He still seemed to follow Tony around like a lost puppy but Y/n hoped maybe their field trip to Wakanda would break him out of his shell.

"Would it be wishful thinking if I hoped your visit to our kingdom is the only reason for your presence now?" T'Challa questioned. Shuri and Y/n laughed answering his question. There was another game going on. "What's the challenge now? Let me guess, I should be expecting Ms. Romanoff and Ms. Maximoff next?"

"More than likely. But there's a twist this time." Y/n explained, noticing the bit of curiosity in his eye as she sipped her drink. "If you like my pick up line, you have to give me a kiss."

Shuri giggled next to them excited to hear whatever line Y/n had planned. The young princess was always up for some mischief especially if her brother was the victim and this was what made her adore Y/n so much.

"And what if I don't?"

"I'll just have to try again, I suppose. You know how persistent I am." Y/n winked. T'Challa shook his head, catching sight of Wanda across the room having already collected her kiss from Thor. With a silent sigh, he turned back to Y/n figuring he'd best not hold her up any longer.

"Fine." Y/n smiled, locking eyes with Shuri for a moment before turning back to T'Challa. She stepped forward, the soft click of her heels sending a chill down his spine as she put a hand on his upper arm. Her lips curved into a smile and he braced himself for the line that seemed to bring her so much pride.

"Meow you doin'?" Y/n smirked, her voice smooth as velvet as her eyes stared into his. Laughter erupted from his sister and he turned to her as Y/n burst out into her own fit of giggles.

"I don't get it." T'Challa told them, dumbly trying to use the little bit of context he was given to understand the joke.

"Oh, brother! As soon as we return home we are watching Friends! Now give her a kiss so that she may have a chance at winning!" Shuri spoke through laughs. T'Challa shook his head but lifted Y/n's hand nonetheless and placed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

"I feel cheated." He grumbled but the laughter from both girls was enough to take his mind off the pick up line that went straight over his head.

"Pleasure doing business with you, King T'Challa." Y/n curtsied before turning away to find her next victim, leaving T'Challa and Shuri with entertained smiles.

Next on her list was Bruce Banner, the most lost out of all of the men who had experienced the game. The first time they decided to target just one person, he had been the focus and while he enjoyed Nat's kiss, Y/n and Wanda following in the act seemed to put him in a daze for a week.

"You got T'Challa right off that bat? Sometimes I hate how good you are at this." Nat's voice cut into Y/n's thoughts as the two stood together surveying Bruce.

"There's nothing to it, my friend. Give a line, get a kiss. It's science. Did you already get Clint?" Y/n questioned, trying to see where she was at as far as the competition went.

Nat shook her head softly, glancing over at the other men they'd still needed to kiss. "No. He's not here. He says he wants us to take his retirement seriously so until then he won't be at the parties, I guess." She explained and Y/n nodded quietly. One less guy to convince, she reasoned.

"You know I'll never get used to his transformation thing." Y/n commented, gesturing toward Bruce with a nod. Nat followed her gaze, leaning into Y/n to see past the crowd of people in front of her.

"Yeah, me either." She replied. Y/n's eyes narrowed suspiciously as she glanced at Nat through the corner of her eye but ultimately decided it wasn't something she really desired to question further.

"You better save your best pick up line for Steve." Nat warned, the smile on her lips all too knowing for Y/n's liking. Her mouth ran dry and the familiar rush upon hearing his name coursed through her making her face burn.

"For the last time, I'm not into-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Too bad though. He's been watching you ever since the game started." Nat whispered, turning Y/n's head in his direction with a poke to her chin.

The red on Y/n's face grew darker at the sight of Steve looking back at her, his eyes locking with hers over the rim on his glass. A soft shade of pink settled on his cheeks to match her own and his gaze faltered before returning to the man he'd been talking to.

"Save the best for last." Nat teased softly as Y/n turned back to her. She tried to brush off Nat's words as she stalked off toward Bruce but she couldn't get the image of Steve out of her mind.

Had he ever looked at her like that before? Was she losing her mind?

A long sigh escaped her as she tried desperately to focus on racking her brain for any science puns she had.

"Y/n! Hey, long time no see!" He cheered, pulling her into a side hug. The laughter that bubbled out of her chest was involuntary as she practically disappeared under his good arm.

"It's nice to see you too, Bruce. How's the arm?" Y/n questioned gesturing to the cast that seemed to be permanent on the larger than life limb. Bruce offered a tentative shrug, looking down at it.

"Tony and I aren't sure if it's ever going to heal. He's been looking at the possibility of getting a prosthetic but I don't really mind it. We beat Thanos, that's all that really matters to me." He replied. Y/n smiled kindly at him, putting her hand on the cast as her fingers trailed Steve's signature. She couldn't help the racing of her heart when she realized he'd signed right below her own.

"So, Nat tells me you guys are doing another game. Why do you guys do that anyways? Don't you get embarrassed?" He asked, genuinely interested. Whatever Nat had told him seemed to make him more aware and Y/n found herself open to his questions.

"I don't know. I trust everyone on the team so kissing them isn't a big deal. If anything I think it makes us more open to one another. Not to mention half of us are touch starved and probably need a kiss every so often." She laughed thinking back to her poor Bucky.

Bruce laughed too, "Well, maybe next party you'll find a way to get everyone to play. That'll be a sight." He chuckled imagining everyone competing against one another in some intimate game. Y/n nodded perhaps taking the suggestion maybe a bit too seriously.

"Maybe...I've gotta win this game first though. I'm sure you know the rules." She raised a playful brow and crossed her arms. He nodded remembering Nat's line with a loving smile. "Good. Let's see."

Her hand rose to her chin, staring up at the ceiling for a moment as she thought. Bruce watched with a entertained smile as her eyes lit up before looking back at him.

"Hey, baby. If you were an enzyme I'd be a DNA synthase so I could unzip your genes." She nudged Bruce's side making him laugh.

"That was the worst." He chuckled and Y/n laughed as well, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, but you laughed so..." He nodded wrapping his free arm around her shoulders and leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head, the most accessible spot from his outrageous height.

"I'm gonna remember that one." Bruce told her, his head bobbing unconsciously as he already began practicing the line in his head. Y/n bowed proudly before disappearing into the crowd once more.

"Who's next?" She mumbled to herself, running her hands along her dress, absentmindedly flatting the bunching in the fabric. The dress had been her favorite, hugging her perfectly as many of the tailored clothes Pepper sent her did. But this one was different.

This one was blue. But not just any blue. It was the same dark navy Steve wore on every mission. A color she found herself buying more often, whether it be on a folder or on a dress. She was almost attracted to it as much as she was to Steve and while it seemed a little silly, it made her happy knowing she could express her hidden feelings through little things such as that. She truly was head over heels but she could never tell him that. She could never risk the rejection she feared she'd be met with if she dared make a move.

So she loved him from afar.

•••

"Oh no. Not pick up lines." Tony groaned next to Steve, his eyes nearly disappearing into the back of his head as he rolled them. Sam chuckled, nodding his head.

"It's true. Everyone is going to get hit on in the most undesired way possible tonight." He grinned, his lips still buzzing from the kisses he'd recieved.

"Yeah, you have bird brain here to thank for that." Bucky grumbled from Steve's left. Sam frowned, glaring at the semi stable hundred year old man.

"That's not what you said when you kissed Y/n." He retorted.

Steve tried to fight the jealousy that boiled in his gut but Bucky had already noticed the frown that reached his best friend's face.

"Only because I want her to win. She's my friend." Bucky explained, hoping his emphasize on 'friend' would put Steve at ease but the super soldier would never truly be at ease unless he had her in his arms.

He'd lost so much over the years including her and now that he had it all back-had her back, it felt wrong that they weren't together like he hoped. But he couldn't just tell her. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if he lost her in a way that no infinity stones could reverse?

"Personally I'm rooting for Wanda. That girl's smile would make you wanna kiss her. Not to mention her mind control stuff." Sam argued, using his hand to mimick Wanda's powers.

"Is this going to happen at every party?" Fury remarked from behind them making them turn to him, some with annoyed glances.

"You're not allowed to say anything about this, 'Mr. Off-Limits'." Sam proclaimed, feeling a tad responsible for keeping Fury out of the games. Especially after what happened last time.

"I won't be forced to partake in childish games like that. Y/n had it coming." Fury explained, any remorse he might've felt long gone.

Steve crossed his arms, his shirt tightening around his arms as he tried to bite his tongue. "You nearly broke her arm." He suddenly spoke up. Sam's suggestive smirk made him regret it instantly but thankfully Sam chose not to say anything.

"Gotta admit. Her resolve is pretty firm. It's actually pretty hot." Sam wiggled a brow at Steve. The poor blonde wanted to curl up and die in shame but Sam wasn't wrong.

Perhaps it was her determination and strong will that had attracted him. They were characteristics he was known for as Captain America but yet somehow her will was more powerful than his own.

It was one of the many things that he had loved her for. And one of the things that kept him going during the five years without her.

"Ugh. Can we please not talk about my niece like this?" Tony groaned, hating the idea of them sexualizing the girl he'd practically raised since she was a teen. Steve agreed, unsure how much longer he'd be able to stand them talking about her.

"Ooo, look. She's onto Thor now." Peter piped up pointing a finger toward Y/n as she made her way to the golden haired god. Yet the warning glare he received from Tony was enough to make him quiet again and he silently sunk back into the crowd behind them.

"I've got too many kids."

•••

"Thor!" Y/n cheered. Upon hearing his name, the Asgardian turned returning her smile with a brilliant grin. The flask in his hand was opened yet there was no flush to his face signaling he was either only mildly buzzed or close to it.

"Lady Y/n. I was beginning to wonder when you'd come around. I do cherish our time together." Thor's smile was kind and radiant but she couldn't help but think there was still one smile that could outshine even that of a god's.

"Oh, you know I'd never miss a kiss from you." Y/n returned the charm, allowing his arm to come around her waist, resting at a comfortable distance from her hips. Thor had been the most accepting of their games and never seemed to go through the confusion that the rest did. Or maybe that was just her.

"I was just telling Valkyrie of your little games. She finds them truly amusing. Perhaps I'll convince you to accept her into the tournament." Thor explained, gesturing the hand holding his flask toward Valkyrie.

"Well, it's not exactly a tournament, just a little fun to keep things interesting. You're welcome to join if you're up for it." Y/n smiled, offering a small nod of acceptance toward the warrior woman.

"A competition among women where men are the victims? Sounds like my kind of crowd." Valkyrie replied, an excited smile landing on her lips as the two woman shared a look of mutual approval.

"Wonderful." Thor praised, the joy in his tone seeming to radiate off of him, infecting Y/n with each passing second she was in his grasp. "Now Lady Wanda spoke of this night's challenge. I believe you have a suggestive comment in which to lift me yes?" He spoke, looking down at Y/n as she began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Yes, Thor. In return for the pick up line, I get a kiss. But only if you enjoy it." She recited the rules earning a heartfelt smile from him in return.

"If it is spoken by you I'm bound to enjoy it." He told her earnestly. There was something in the way he would speak that made a girl's knees weak and while Y/n was able to withstand it better than most, she wondered if he was striving for that reaction from her.

Y/n shook her head at him, giving him a half-hearted glare as she looked up at him. "Alright, here it goes." She warned him, taking his attentive gaze as a confirmation to continue.

"Hey, gorgeous. Was your father a thief? Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes." Before Y/n could even offer a wink or a smirk, thunderous laughter sounded from the man beside her, drawing the attention of everyone around them.

A flush of pink bloomed on her face, slightly embarrassed under the eyes of so many, especially Steve, yet she wasn't able to dwell on it for long as she was swept up into the air. Ever the enthusiast, Thor had excitedly boosted her into the air and spun her before allowing her feet to reach the ground again, a little unsteadily from how fast he'd acted.

"You've certainly lifted me, Lady Y/n." Thor told her, bringing her smile back as she regained her balance. "Are you ready for your kiss now?" He inquired, his hand resting comfortably on her waist as he insured she was still willing to welcome a kiss.

With a small nod she leaned up accepting his lips in a teasing yet modest kiss not unlike the one they'd shared before. They pulled away a moment later, smiling at each other as Thor's hand easily slipped away from her waist.

"I'm afraid I must send you off in order for you to return victorious." Thor said, a hint of reluctance in his tone yet in a taunting way similar to friendly banter.

"And that I shall. I'm the best, you know." Y/n declared. Valkyrie laughed beside her, lifting her own glass toward Y/n in a sort of cheers.

"For now. We'll see next time who's the best." Y/n clinked her empty glass with Valkyrie's nodding respectfully as she made a note to get more champagne.

"May the best woman win." Y/n smirked, oblivious to the eyes on her as she walked off toward the bar.

Part Two

[amelee23]

Vintage Kiss, Nearly Missed | Park Minhyuk

Pairing: Female reader x Rocky (Park Minhyuk)

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Warnings: None

Length: 2k words

Summary: MJ loves to mess with her by putting her in situations that don't fit her nature. She tried getting used to it, but this time around MJ hit the jackpot when it came to a dare that would change her relationship status with Rocky.

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Becoming friends with the members of Astro was the start of a tireless journey. She couldn't believe how many things came to fruition because of Myungjun's jokes - and considering his wacky mind, it wasn't a normal day if she didn't feel the rush of adrenaline at least 5 times. The stupider it was, the stronger the temptation to make it true; costume parties, comedy skits and competitions of all sorts. Life with them was always exciting, Myungjun made sure of it from the get go - as they were extremely different in nature, he had a knack for turning things in her life around. Although getting used to such fun was pretty heartwarming - it wasn't what suited her best. She came to love the thrill but calmness was her motto. And well, it ended with her getting a 'boyfriend' because of it. 

It happened through the mystery drink challenge - whoever got the most bad ones was to be punished by receiving a ridiculous dare from Myungjun. (As if the drinks weren’t enough of a punishment by themselves.) As much as she prayed to the angels above for her opponent, Moonbin, to be the one to grimace - the oyster taste hit her tongue and she knew she was done for. As for the loser, Myungjun made sure to hit her where it most hurt - he made her become a 'nurturing girlfriend' to one of the members of Astro for 3 days. (Originally it was a two weeks but she fortunately had amazing negotiation skills.) They were all staring at her expectantly so she would choose who she wanted to take care of - but it was as if Myungjun knew that she had taken a liking for a certain someone.

Minhyuk's eyes widened out of their orbits when he was chosen. He was good at cooking, independent and strong, so why feel the need to nurture him? She could have chosen anyone else, like Sanha for example, kid can't cook to save his own life-

He couldn't understand it no matter how much he thought about it - perhaps she chose the lesser evil, or she just wanted to hang out with him. Either way, he couldn't refuse the dare so he was just another one of Myungjun's victims. 

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She couldn't pretend like she had made lunch boxes before - she really hasn't, and making them for Rocky was extremely embarrassing. The cute sausage octopi failed her, and she gave up without even trying on making anything fancy. She made a heartfelt steak (she could never do wrong with meat when it came to men) with some salad on the side. She also bought some snacks they could enjoy when they're together. The girlfriend act had to be perfect or else she would have to feel Myungjun's wrath. 

Minhyuk was, in one word, impressed. He didn't think she'd go through with the joke, less be hugged the moment he opened the door and given free home-made food. Myungjun made sure to spy properly and evaluate the merch and remind them they need to go on a cute date too.

"Date? That wasn't part of the conditions!" She suddenly snapped completely out of her calm state, her brain going in a frenzy. 

"It is now!" Myungjun rebutted with a laugh. Minhyuk was standing in between them, confusion written all over his face. 

"We can watch a movie?" He suggested, to have an easy getaway from what his hyung suddenly wanted. 

"No 'lets watch a movie and not actually pay attention to each other', yeah? It better be a real date, yeah? And it better be cute!!" Myungjun's tone increased in volume with every following question. 

"Got it, got it, sheesh." Minhyuk once again had to jump in to clear the waters, as things were getting a little too heated. "We'll go on a date… do you know how to roller skate?" 

Caught off guard, with Minhyuk looking straight into her eyes with such intensity, she furrowed her brow and thought back if her parents ever took her out to do such a thing. 

"I don't think so. Just ice skating, I guess."

"Great, then we'll go try it out together." A flash of something unknown to her occupied Minhyuk's eyes for a second. She had no idea what he was thinking - or where the idea even came from. Maybe it was in the attempt to save her from Myungjun, or he simply wanted to go roller skating and had no one to tag along with him.

In a nutshell, Minhyuk didn't understand why he was chosen and she didn't know why he was so willing to take her on a date. The answer was staring both of them straight in the face, but perhaps they had something more in common besides calmness - they were both thick headed. But they had no time to think about that as Myungjun was yelling at them to cuddle on the couch. The 'nurturing' part wasn't even there anymore. Not that the girlfriend part was - MJ was basically making two friends be awkwardly close to each other physically. Even if they had crushes on each other - thing which they both denied - they felt too cramped and forced to enjoy it. 

Evening came by eventually, after about 10 different incidents when they had to dodge each other and pull away as if burned because Myungjun was pulling pranks. But right when they saw the waters had calmed and they could sigh relief, Dongmin proved them wrong. The look on Minhyuk’s face hearing Dongmin ask “So are you guys gonna wear cute matching outfits tomorrow?” was of utter betrayal. Of course Myungjun loved the idea, and the unfair number of conditions to the losers punishment only kept increasing.

“What about those cute overalls you bought with me?” Moonbin suddenly asked her. “Since Minhyukie likes that type of stuff too, maybe you can both dress vintage? It would fit with roller skating, honestly.” she looked at Moonbin as if an Angel just descended on earth to save her. She ought to thank him later.

“That doesn't sound half bad.” Minhyuk commented, but Myungjun didn’t really look satisfied with Moonbin’s solution. Nevertheless, they just shut him up and proceeded with planning ahead some cute vintage outfits. They were excited about it, almost alike kids.

They said their goodbyes when dark came over the streets, and she headed home to put together the outfit that she promised Minhyuk she would wear. A slight palpitation took over her chest and she clenched the clothes close, as if she was a teenager all over again, even if this date wasn’t even real to begin with. Still, she knew she had to catch a blink of sleep if she didn’t want to be a zombie tomorrow, even if the emotions got the best of her with the moon up high.

Minhyuk had no fancy car to pick her up with, and no fancy facial expression either. Their greetings were very friendly and normal - but an unfamiliar awkwardness overtook them as they walked side by side to the skating rink in the city. Minhyuk indeed matched her blue jeans overalls with high waisted baggy blue pants - but he chose to wear a white shirt while she wore pink. They stole glances at each other the whole way -  as if to check if the situation they were in was even real. It very much was, but they only realized it when they had arrived and were getting their skates at the reception - the workers there were very much treating them like a couple. A wave of warmth crept up her face, but also a bit of paranoia; because Myungjun was always there to check on them if they were being lovey dovey, and now he wasn’t even there, but she felt the tingles of romance in her belly. Perhaps it was strictly because he wasn’t there that the feelings felt free to surface.

Minhyuk tried to act all knightley by letting her hold on to him as she stepped into the rink -  but he was the first one to lose balance. Trying to flex his years spent in ballet, he acted as if nothing happened and didn’t even try holding onto the railing like she was - perhaps he was trying to impress her. She, on the other hand, had no thoughts of impressing anyone. Her legs were wobbly and she didn’t seem to get along with being on so many wheels.

They were supposed to have a romantic date but eventually Minhyuk separated from her and she only noticed when she felt him whoosh by her - that he caught onto the trick of roller skating way before her and he was just showing off by that point. Even all of the other couples were staring at him.

“Are you gonna do a triple axel next?” She jokes, but Minhyuk just smiled like a kid in response.

“I’ll even do a quadra.” He boasted, a dimple showing on the right side of his face. Right as she was about to stop him - because she knew from the beginning it was a bad idea -  she saw him start skating faster so he could try and go into a turn. She braced for something that would end up in even a trip to a hospital, but thankfully the speed made him lose control and he just ended up slamming into the side of the rink he was heading towards. Slowly, along the railing, she headed towards him to check if he was okay, and saw he was cursing under his breath and holding his hand tightly.

“Sh*t, I hit my hand on the railing.” He mumbled, and she spotted the red spot he was talking about.

“That’s what you get!” She rebutted. “I don’t know what got into you.”

“I thought you liked people who do crazy weird things?” He asked, a childish curiosity in his eyes. His gaze was a lot more serious, though.

“Me? I like chill and calm, honestly. That’s why Myungjun steps on my tail so often. He can’t stand me being so passive and getting overly sentimental about my plants.” Minhyuk took in her words with pure thirst, a light suddenly coming on in the shine of his eyes.

“You get sentimental over flowers?” He asked, the smile he once wore reappearing on his lips. It was extremely charming, and one of the reasons she found herself often swooning after him. “That’s so cute.” As if the air got knocked out of her lungs, she couldn’t say a thing as Minhyuk approached her silently. She dared look up into his eyes and was met with a happiness that was hard to describe. They would have had the most movie-like romantic kiss, if Minhyuk didn’t once again lose balance on the skates when he leaned in to kiss her. She caught his torso and stabilized him, giggling with her entire heart. Softly grabbing onto his hand, she placed it on the railing next to them so they both be supported, and stole a quick kiss from his lips before dashing away to the exit of the rink.

“Let’s grab some shaved ice on the way home!” She told him from afar. “Both to eat and for your swollen hand.” Minhyuk shook his head but continued to smile, carefully following the railing to catch up to his now girlfriend. It was foolish of him to believe he needed to change anything about himself to be liked back by her. All that became apparent as her soft calming voice filled the ice cream shop they nestled at to enjoy each other’s company - her body was finally relaxed, her gaze filled with love and affection. From now on he knew to stick to his own ways around her, even if they were old fashioned - or he would be missing out.

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Member/s: Wooyoung (ATEEZ)

Genre: soft

Warnings: swear words

Words: 2043

Before reading, I want you to know that I don't use any names or Y/n's because I know many people don't really insert their names, they read it as Yin 😂 I also write in first person pov because I think it's easier to read and imagine yourself in that situation

Beads of sweat slowly rolled down my forehead as I pulled out a piece of paper from my sleeve. I knew that the exam would be hard, but I wasn't expecting it to be this detailed. Thank God my friend made me write it all on a small piece of paper. At least I will get a positive grade. Of course he made me do it, he passed the school with those. Thankfully, he didn't go to medicine school. If I ever ended up on his surgery table, I would die.

Three more minutes until the end and one more question unanswered. The teacher noticed me shifting in my seat, but she knew I always get good grades. She finally stopped looking at me and gave her attention to a group of boys trying to switch their papers. I glanced one more time at the piece of paper and put it back in my sleeve. Just as I finished the answer, the bell rang. Half of the class groaned, probably because they didn't manage to finish in time. I took my backpack and left the paper with my name on the main table.

"Good job! Honestly, your exams are always my favorite to grade. I'm really happy to have a student like you."

"Thank you, Mrs Johnson. See you on Monday."

Once I got outside I noticed the sky already getting dark. It was just 5 pm and winter was already doing it's job; the roads were wet and slippery from mixed rain and snow and it must've been under 0 Celsius. Usually I walk home because it's not far away, but my school uniform, rain and cold weather didn't go well together. I was just about to call my roommate when I felt car lights on me, followed by a familiar voice.

"I think quicker than you do." Wooyoung smiled as he opened the door. "Get in please I don't want to spend the next week taking care of an annoyingly picky roommate. I have plans to get drunk and do something stupid."

"You do stupid things anyway without drinking. So save the money and the time. And oh, save me from embarrassment." I get in the car sticking my tongue out at him. "Did you cook anything? I'm starving."

"No, of course. I slept the whole day." I look at him, hoping to see a smile on his face that would give me a sign that he's joking. "Don't look at me like that, I was tired from the night shift. I'll take you to McDonald's." he drove out of the school parking.

"I don't want trash, Wooyoung. I want food." I groaned. He told me that he would try cooking something, but it's been a week and he didn't do anything. "Please buy some pasta and tomato sauce I'll make something."

"Honestly, I really don't feel like waiting. And McDonald's is f**king awesome!" his hand reached out to turn on the radio. "How can you not love the little purple box full of 12 golden beauties?"

It did sound good, but we haven't eaten any "real" food for a month and my stomach started to ache. Living with Wooyoung has its bad and good sides, the bad sides mainly being his laziness and stubbornness. Speaking of stubbornness, of course he took the left turn towards McDonald's.

"What do you want?"

"What a polite way to ask me. You've loosened up I see." I frown at him. He rolls his eyes dramatically and turns towards me with his whole body.

"Your Highness, what do you wish to consume today?"

"That's just too much."

"What the h*ll do you want? I'm taking 3 burgers and fries and you aren't touching them." the brown haired boy points his finger towards my face. I squint my eyes at him, then bite his finger. "Crazy woman."

"Hello, may I take your order?"

"Hello, yes. I'd like a..."

***

"Is this place good enough for the Queen?" Wooyoung spoke with his mouth full of fries and ketchup. We sat on the roof of his car on a parking lot near a river. The place is good enough for the Queen.

"Eat before you speak, what's wrong with you?" I laugh at him, seeing that he spilled the ketchup on his t-shirt. "No girl will want you like this."

"To be honest I'm not interested right now." he replied immediately.

I'd lie if I said that my heart didn't sink a bit. Whoever said that boys and girls can't be friends was right. One side always catches feelings, big or small. In my case, I believe it's a small crush. He's the only boy I hang out with, so that must be why.

"Why?" I allow myself to ask.

"I had a little crush on a girl but I had to give it up." he kept stuffing his mouth with food, trying to avoid the conversation.

"And...?" I look at him expecting more. But he keeps his mouth shut and folds the paper of the burgers in his hands.

"Are you thirsty?" Wooyoung offers a can of soda, still looking at his fingers.

"Yes, thank you." he opens the can for me, first taking a sip himself, then giving the green beverage to me. I drink the whole can almost immediately.

"You could've said earlier that you were thirsty, I had water in the car." his tone visibly changed. He sounded more serious now, as if he just wanted to go home and lock himself in the room. "Want another one?" he reaches for another can.

"I think I have one more sip here." I throw my head back trying to drink every single drop of the refreshing juice. I slowly started to lean back, forgetting that I'm not in the chair but on the roof of the car. "Sh*t!" I curse as I almost fall on the rocky floor.

"Hey!" Wooyoung quickly reacts and grabs my hands, pulling me towards him. All the empty cans rolled down on the floor, making loud noises. "You good?" he asks, eyes on my face.

His hands felt so warm around mine. I really didn't want to let go. "I'm good." I pull away, trying to get down to collect the cans.

"Leave the d*mn cans there. You almost fell down. Do you see those rocks down there? What if you hit your head? What would I do?"

"I'd pay to get your car cleaned from my blood, Wooyoung." I laugh, but when I notice that his face didn't change, my smile drops. "What's wrong? Why isn't it funny when I say something like this?"

"Behind all these jokes you have to understand that you are very important to me and I have a soft spot for you. If anything happened to you my life would stop. I'm a serious man behind all my sarcastic jokes. Please watch yourself, because I can't do it all the time. It takes a second to turn a peaceful situation into a disaster."

I stare at him with my mouth a little open. I'm surprised at his words, I never heard him talk like this. I manage to say a sorry, turning my head away from him.

After a few seconds of silence, which seemed like hours, he got down and picked up all the cans, then offered me his hand. "Be careful." I put my hand in his, slowly getting down on the floor. "What dumbass even puts these rocks on the parking lot?" he picks up a few of them and pushes them away, leaving the bigger and heavier ones where they were.

"I think because they don't want someone else to have the spot." I watch as he tries to move a few more rocks. "Leave it, you're gonna hurt yourself. Let's just go back home, please?"

"Alright." he leaves the rocks and opens the door for me. Then he proceeds to enter the car himself. "But just for the record, I could've moved those rocks." his lips curved in a small smile. He can't help himself.

***

It suddenly became quiet in the house. Wooyoung layed on the sofa, watching the TV, and I sat on the floor behind the coffee table with my back leaning on the sofa.

"I'm a bit disappointed that we didn't take any photos." I pouted, scrolling down my Instagram feed. He didn't respond. I kept quiet for a few more minutes, then broke the silence again. "Do you think you could pick me up tomorrow from school again?" again, no answer.

I turn around towards him and see that his eyes are closed. He fell asleep while watching the TV. I took a blanket from my room and layed next to him under it. It's not my first time napping with him, but most of the time he refuses. He says that he is a kicker in his sleep and that he doesn't want to hurt me.

The sofa in our living room is quite small so I have to basically lay on Wooyoung. Just as I close my eyes, I feel his hand around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. Now my head was on his chest and I was surrounded by his scent and warmth. This must be what heaven feels like. Usually when we sleep like this together, it takes us a few hours to fall asleep. Mainly because he can't stop making jokes and I can't stop laughing. But this is different. It's calm. It's beautiful.

I couldn't tell if he was asleep or just pretending. He held me close and rubbed my back slowly. "Wooyoung?" I tried calling.

"Hm?" he responds sleepily.

"Are you okay?" I look up at him. His eye are still closed, but his fingers are still drawing tiny patterns on my waist and back.

"Mhm." again, I receive a short answer. When I try to move and give him some space so he can sleep peacefully, he opens his eyes to look at me. "Please don't move. I want to sleep like this." one of his hands moved my hair from both of our faces. "Please?" he asked, almost whispering.

I have never witnessed this side of Wooyoung. His voice was different, his movements were different, his eyes were different. This is the Wooyoung I wanted for myself, but couldn't have him. It took me a few longer seconds to realise that we are staring at each other, doing nothing but breathing quietly. Once his hot breath fell on my lips I couldn't help but close my eyes and sigh. Right now, I hoped for one thing to happen.

"Why can't I have you like this every day?" his soft voice whispered. I try to speak, but as soon as I move my lips, I feel something soft brushing against them. My breath stops and I force myself to open my eyes. He's looking down at my lips as if thinking if the next step is smart to do. I allow myself a moment of bravery and I put my hands on his chest, getting closer to him. "F**k it." he mutters, finally putting his hands on my cheeks and pressing his lips against mine.

His lips must've been the softest thing to exist on this planet. I tried to move, but my body was frozen. I couldn't do anything, just lay and enjoy the softness and the warmth of his lips. He pulled away for a second, trying to say something, but when he didn't succeed, he went back to the older position. Then, again, he pulls away.

"You are so sweet. You taste like I always imagined." the red cheeked boy whispers, brushing the tip of his nose against mine.

"More, please." I manage to say. My lips and throat are dry, my mind is going crazy, and my stomach is witnessing fireworks. Wooyoung smiles, still not letting go of my cheeks. "Please." I get impatient.

He leans in again, this time kissing me with more passion. It stopped being sweet and soft, now only one word existed in my mind: more. And he happily listened.

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A Wolf In Toussaint Chapter Three

Summary: After being summoned by the Duchess, you and Geralt head to the Palace of Beauclair with some trouble on the road.

Word Count: 2120

Warnings: spoilers for the Blood and Wine DLC

A/N: I know this is so soon after the last chapter, but I was too excited not to post it. Taglist is open, requests are open.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

Taglist: @rmtndew @henrynerdfan @princesssterek @seanh-boredom @djinny-djin-djin @diegos-butt @cynic-spirit @daddys-littlewhitegirl

"Younin! Watch out!" Geralt growled a warning at you as you dodged a stream of caustic acid an Archespore shot at you. Where Igni hadn't scorched the ground, the large plant-like monsters' poison had. Geralt slashed at one of the large plants, trying to sever it's head.

You tried to stay to the edges of the battle zone, drawing on the smoldering embers for power as you kept fire shooting from one hand at the plants. You didn't have any silver weapons on you, which would have to be remedied as soon as possible. You knew Geralt was worried about you, and that was causing him to be distracted. It had only been a few days since you woke up, and this was the first time you had had to fight since the bandits on your way to Novigrad. You knew it was a risk to draw on the fire, as it was the hardest element to control, and the chaos was weakening you at an alarming rate. But right now, you didn't need to control where it went as long as you aimed wide of where Geralt was.

"It's multiplying!" You called out over the din of the fighting. Buds were springing from the ground. Though these weren't full blown monsters yet, the vibrations of the fire and the fighting were agitating them. One burst close to you, spitting acid in all directions. A droplet landed on your boot, sizzling as it ate through the leather. "Shit!"

Geralt was by your side in a flash, pulling your boot off before the acid could make it to your skin. His eyes met yours for the briefest of moments, concern and something else flashing in the golden depths. You nodded that you were alright, and he was gone again. He swung his heavy silver sword deftly into the monster, his energy seeming to have jolted back to full now that you had come close to being hurt.

Turning your attention to the buds, you carefully stepped further back, out of range of any shooting poison. With your boot off, the rocky ground bit into your sole, but you couldn't think about that now. As long as you avoided the acid pools, you could handle it. Eyeing up the buds that seemed ready to burst, you unleashed a stream of fire, using all your concentration to aim true. The blooming plants burst into fire, sizzling as they wilted to the ground, their poison remaining inside and lighting up with the petals.

Your head snapped around when you heard hissing and squealing. Geralt had slashed through the bud that served as the monster's head, ending the monster's life, and stopping it from creating more buds. He carefully wiped his blade off before returning it to it's sheath alongside his steel blade.

With laser-like focus, he stormed over to you, his hungry eyes raking over your body in such a way that your breath caught in your suddenly dry throat. The tip of your tongue darted out to wet your lips, his eyes tracking the motion like a starving animal. You heard a low rumble deep in his chest, and it set all your nerves on fire, ready for him.

When he reached you, he pulled you roughly into his arms, his mouth covering yours with such force your teeth clacked against his. A long low moan escaped you as you pressed against him, desperate to get closer. The adrenaline from the battle still coursed through both your veins, and it needed an outlet. His hands spanned your back, pressing you tightly against his armour, his fingers gripping the linen shirt you wore for the road. You clutched the grooves of his armour, standing on your toes to kiss him deeper, your tongue delving into his mouth to tangle with his own.

His hands travelled lower, gripping your arse before he lifted you off the ground. Instinctively you wrapped your leather bound legs around his waist, your arms going around his neck to steady yourself. With one arm banded under your legs, his free hand dove into your hair, pulling it free of the ponytail you had tossed it into. Your red hair caught in the breeze, fluttering around both your heads in a curtain of fire, blocking out the world.

You pulled away when breathing became a necessity, resting your forehead on his. His golden eyes searched yours, but you didn't know what he was looking for. You breathed deeply his scent, the adrenaline leaving your system, and your nerves calming. This man drove you wild and seemed to centre you. It was a complete whiplash effect, and had your head spinning, but you wouldn't give it up for anything.

"I suppose we should find the horses?" You whispered, not wanting to destroy the mood of your little world. Geralt chuckled softly, before kissing you all too briefly one last time. Slowly, he let you slide down his body until you were on solid ground again. As your foot hit the rocky ground, you remembered you only had one boot on. "I don't suppose you packed extra boots in my size?"

"Sorry, it was a vast oversight on my part." Geralt shook his head, going to retrieve your boot. He examined it quickly to make sure there was no acidic poison left on it, and to make sure the hole hadn't ruined the integrity of the boot. "You should be able to wear it until we get to the city. I promise to buy you a new pair."

"You don't have to do that. I can buy my own." You blushed as you sat on a nearby log to pull your boot back on. The hole wasn't any larger than the size of your pinky nail, and as long as it didn't rain, you would make it to the city. "Could we also stop by a blacksmith, and see about getting me a silver sword or at least a dagger?"

"Of course." Geralt nodded, offering you a hand to help you up once your boot was laced again. You took his rough hand, but didn't let go once you were vertical. He raised his eyebrows at you, but a small smile played at his lips, and his grip tightened around your fingers. "But first, horses."

It didn't take you long to find the horses. They had run off at the first sound of trouble, but these were Toussaint horses, and were used to being ridden into battle, so they hadn't gone far. They were munching grass as though bored, which you couldn't help but laugh at.

"Dandelion is bringing Roach and Marabelle when he comes down. He sent a letter while you were sleeping." Geralt explained once you were back on the road to the Palace of Beauclair.

"So the King let him go?" You were surprised that you hadn't been worried about it until now. Sure you had been busy being captured and then healing and regaining your strength, but your friend's well-being should have come to mind before now. You mentally kicked yourself for being so selfish. "Do we know yet what went wrong?"

"From what Yen could figure out from her sources, the King of Beggars is either working for someone who wants you and he was delivering you to him, or he was trying to get you away from the person who wants you." Geralt fought hard but ultimately failed to keep the edge off his tone. You weren't the only one jealous of an ex. "One day, you will have to tell me what he means to you."

"If that's what you really want." You had nothing to hide, and if Geralt needed to know for his own peace of mind, you wouldn't keep that from him.

"I'm not sure that it is." Geralt grumbled, adjusting the reins in his hands. "But it might be something that can give us a clue as to what just went down."

"Perhaps when we get back from the Palace, we will have time." You nodded. You knew how hard it was to ask about an ex, and if Geralt wasn't sure he was ready yet, you weren't going to push it. The King meant literally nothing to you other than as a friend, but you weren't sure Geralt would believe that without hearing the rest of it. "So is there anything I need to know about the Duchess?"

"Other than she likes things done her way and quickly, not really." Geralt shrugged. To him, the Duchess was no different than any other client, other than she had the army to back up her demands while farmers and villagers barely had the coin to get his services in the first place. "She can run a little hot and cold, but that depends on how grave the job is. If there is no job, she is actually quite pleasant to be around."

"Oh?" You raised your eyebrow at the Witcher, your voice dripping with unimpressed sarcasm. Knowing him and his past, there was only one conclusion that jumped out at you after what he said.

"Not like that, I swear." Geralt laughed deeply, warmly, in a way you rarely ever heard. Then his face grew serious. "Her sister, however..."

"You're joking! You have to be!" You blinked a few times, trying to wrap your head around the fact that he slept with the Duchess's sister. You were pretty sure she was dead, but didn't know if Geralt had a hand in that or not. "Are you joking?"

"I don't kiss and tell." Geralt winked at you but remained silent. Frowning you tried to think of a way to get him to talk, but knew that once he set his mind to it, there wasn't much you could do to change it.

"Fine. Keep your secrets." You mock pouted, turning back to the road ahead. The palace and the sprawling city across the river from it had come into view, and it took your breath away with its beauty.

"Like nothing up North, isn't it?" Geralt commented, watching you take in the fairytale-esque scene in front of you. The towering palace with its spires and arching bridges. Tall trees and rooftop gardens painted the scene with every shade of green. The lake shone like a fiery sapphire as the sunlight reflected on its smooth surface.

"Definitely not." You couldn't tear your eyes from it as you continued to ride towards it. You didn't remember making the decision to kick your horse into a gallop, but sound the wind was whipping through your loose hair, pulling it behind you as you raced toward the city. Geralt kept pace with you, smiling as the joy inside you bubbled into laughter at the freedom you felt in that moment.

At the city gates, you slowed your horses. Unlike in Novigrad, the guards at the gate were mostly there to keep the peace. No one was checking papers, or questioning anyone about whether they were magical or not. Everyone was free to roam in and out of the city as they wished. The atmosphere was completely different than what you were used to, and you felt almost giddy about it.

As you rode through town, your head was constantly swiveling to take in the sights and sounds of the lively city. Artists advertised their skills and their work outside brightly lit shops. Bakers were rushing to keep up with the demand for their pastries. Florists boasted about the colours of their most recent blooms, ready to steal the hearts of those who received them. Fresh fish was brought in from the river, the catch of the day being shouted to draw in more customers. There were few street walkers and even fewer homeless people. The cobble streets were wide and clean, nothing like what you were used to in Velen.

Geralt watched you with an amused look, indulging you when you wanted to stop to watch a street performer either sing or dance. He handed you coins to give to them when the performance was finished as you clapped loudly. Your heart sang out in happiness that he was showing you this part of his world and his life. You could see yourself easily settling in at Corvo Bianco, making wine, traveling to the city when you wanted to take in some art and culture. You found yourself wondering if Geralt would ever retire from the Path, and settle down here for good. But you shooed that dark cloud away before it could rain on the brightness of your day. You didn't know what the Duchess wanted, and that was as much darkness as you wanted right now.