#but that never gets brought up BOOOO

[celestialulu]

Is it a stretch to say I think that in the future (100yq wise) Natsu is probably gonna accidentally/indirectly hurt Lucy when he eventually goes beserk again

[luffington]

private party ♡

➤ summary: It's too goddamn hot out, so Doflamingo surrenders his strength to join you in the pool. (18+)

➤ pairing: donquixote doflamingo x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.5k

➤ warnings: dom!doffy, pool sex, belly bulge, exhibitionism, getting caught, degradation, established relationship (kinda), fem reader

➤ notes: i am so normal about the doffy pool scene where baby 5 is introduced. i barely ever think about it i swear.... also this is my softest doffy fic and he's still SO unhinged >:3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Dressrosa’s famously perfect weather had been overtaken by a mid-summer heat wave, and today was brutal. The sweltering sun turned the air hazy with heat. Not a single cloud stained the bright blue sky to provide shade from its burning rays. Staying outside for more than ten minutes was a daunting task. Nearly every member of the Donquixote Family was staying cool inside the spacious castle with its doors closed and curtains drawn.

Fortunately, the palace courtyard was an oasis.

An oversized pink flamingo float bounced against the side of the oval-shaped pool as you swam laps straight down the middle, keeping most of your body underwater. The scent of sunscreen and chlorine filled the air. Your lover (for lack of a better word) reclined on a padded couch, sipping a yellowish-pink tropical cocktail decorated with a paper parasol. His signature pink coat had obviously been discarded, but so had every item of clothing besides a tiny pair of shorts. Tan lines had no place on his godly figure.

The king of Dressrosa unashamedly admired you as he sunbathed. Even behind his sunglasses, you felt his lusty gaze trained on the way your body moved – and your skimpy little crimson bikini. You intentionally put on a show for him, arching your back as you dove underwater and making sure your tiny bottoms were pulled a bit too tight against your ass. 

Both of you were completely alone. Doflamingo had even sent away the servants who periodically refilled his drink and brought out poolside snacks. You weren’t entirely sure why he chose to keep the pool after he became king – the only ones who really used it were you and the women who hung around Señor Pink. The Family’s Devil Fruit users safely stayed dry on the surrounding lounge chairs, and Dellinger hated chlorine. Doflamingo did love his pool parties, though.

Getting lonely and bored, you swam to the edge of the pool, emerging near Doflamingo’s feet and wiping water out of your eyes. The blonde placed your own drink on the ground in front of you. 

“You jealous?” You grinned cheekily, sipping the chilled liquid through a neon pink straw. “It must suck to not be able to swim, especially on a day like today. The water is soooo refreshing.”

Doflamingo chuckled at your boldness. “I’ll live.”

“I’ve never even seen you go in.” He was certainly good at keeping you company while you swam, though, and his flamingo float was ideal for cuddling (and less appropriate activities). “You won’t drown in a few feet of water.”

“Water takes away my powers, baby.”

“Boooo.” You splashed a small wave onto his hairy legs. “You can be without your strings for five minutes. Get in here.”

If anyone else did that to him, he would’ve forced them on their knees and made them beg for mercy. Luckily, he found your bratty playfulness more amusing than irritating. Certainly better than an overly passive, demure lover. And the pool did look nice, beautifully shimmering under the relentless sun. It was even more tempting now that cool droplets of water ran down his calves.  

To your surprise, your lover sighed exaggeratedly but actually stood from the couch, stripping down to his underwear and revealing his half-hard clothed bulge. As you excitedly went to grab a blow-up beach ball on the other side of the pool, you could’ve sworn you felt something tugging at the strap tying the bikini around your neck.

Doflamingo kept a cautious hand on the railing as he strolled down the pool steps, hissing in relief at the cold water. Strength be damned, this felt incredible. He kneeled down and reclined backwards to submerge his enormous body, though he kept his head above water, and soaked off the undignified layer of sticky sweat coating his skin. Thank fuck his throne birthright wasn’t on some desolate winter island. 

You trotted back over to him while tossing the ball in your hands. “Doffy, I think my top is coming undone. Can you fix it?” 

Innocently turning your back to him and holding your hair away from your neck. He grabbed the thin red strings pitifully slipping out of their knot, but instead of tying them, the blonde let them fall past your shoulders. Before you could react, his big hands forced their way under your bikini cups to openly grope your tits. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, pet?” He giggled maniacally as he tugged at your nipples. Being on his knees evened out your height difference a bit, so he curled his giant body over yours, his hard abs pressed flush against your back. Kneading your breasts with no gentleness, squeezing them like stress balls. “Getting all wet for me? Teasing me with this pathetic excuse for a bathing suit?”

You bit your lip – he wasn’t wrong, but you did want to play volleyball with him first. The ball fell from your hands and sadly floated away. 

Doflamingo pulled off your top and carelessly tossed it aside. “This tiny thing leaves nothing to the imagination, it’s fucking disgusting. I want you to wear it every day.” He pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder then bit down as he harshly twisted your peaked nipples. “But just for me.”

“P-Please, Doffy…” You wiggled your hips, squirming against him.

“Needy slut.” Laughing giddily, he licked across your teeth then plunged the wet muscle into your mouth. Pineapple juice and expensive white rum lingered on his tongue. One hand cradled your jaw to keep your lips locked as the other trailed down your tummy underwater, slipping under the waistband of your bottoms. 

Doflamingo teasingly caressed your mound then harshly pinched your clit, then tugged at the sensitive nub. “That’s for splashing me earlier.”

“Shit, I’ll splash you again,” you chuckled, letting your head fall back against his shoulder.

“You’re such a damn masochist, making me get creative with my punishments.” You nearly folded in half when his long fingers ran through your slit, but his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright. His free hand went back to caressing your tits. The blonde giggled in delight when he felt the slick between your legs – you were so responsive, so easy. “This doesn’t feel like pool water. You’re all worked up from a little kiss?”

“You’re all worked up from watching me swim, pervert.” Grinding your ass against his massive bulge to emphasize your point.

The blonde slapped your tit and you jerked against his tight hold. “It’s a good thing your bratty mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock, since you’re starting to piss me off.”

Maybe your alcohol-induced cheekiness had reached its limit. Doflamingo’s infatuation with you made him no less terrifying. 

He wasn’t in the mood for long and drawn-out foreplay, though he normally adored seeing you break and beg for his cock with tears in your eyes. But your tiny cunt couldn’t even take his tip without loosening it up first. Being blessed with a perfect body, godlike height, and a monster cock was such a curse.

Resting his chin in the crook of your neck, the blonde observed the way his nimble fingers expertly moved inside you. His string abilities were gone but he still worked his puppeteering magic inside you, scissoring your wet walls apart and prodding at your sensitive spot. The adorably wanton whines falling from your lips made his dick twitch. 

Once he decided you were ready, he easily flipped you around to face him and sat down on the pool steps with you in his lap. Doflamingo freed his heavy cock, letting it spring up and bounce against his abdomen underwater. Instead of taking off your bikini bottoms, he simply pushed them to the side to expose your cunt.

“I’ve never fucked in a pool before,” the blonde chuckled, grabbing underneath your thighs and easily manhandling you into position. Even with his strength drained away, he was still much stronger than the average person – those sculpted muscles weren’t just for show. “You better feel grateful, darling. I hardly have any ‘first time’s left.”

The thick tip of his cock forced its way inside, then a harsh thrust made your eyes roll back into your head. Water resistance made the movement less intense than he intended, but several inches of his massive length were snugly inside your pussy. He continued pulling you down until a pretty bulge protruded from your stomach, though he still wasn’t fully sheathed in you. Doflamingo sighed in relief and reclined back on his forearms, submerged in the turquoise water up to his pecs. “Go on, please your king.”

You braced your palms right above his flashy gold nipple piercings, found your footing, then started riding his dick at a slow pace, feeling every vein and ridge drag against your inner walls. The water rippled and lightly splashed around you with every movement. 

Doflamingo traced the outline of your lips, and you batted your eyelashes coquettishly as you sucked his finger into your mouth. Definitely a mistake – you pulled away with a scrunched up face and tried to spit out the overpowering taste of chlorine. He cackled and shoved two digits all the way down your throat, twisting them around to hear you gag. 

The king was in paradise. Summer sun beating down on his face, cool water coating his tanned skin, and his favorite toy bouncing on his cock. He was getting bored with the slow grinding of your hips against his pelvis, but he was too relaxed to do anything about it. Getting out of the pool and back into the unbearable heat was the last thing on his mind. 

Doflamingo grabbed the meat of your ass to abruptly take over control of your movements. He bobbed you up and down, admiring the way your tits jiggled before leaning forward to suck a nipple into his mouth. Fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer, gripping tighter when he abused your tits even more.

He rubbed the outline of his cock in your stomach then pressed down on it. You bit back a debauched moan. An angry vein popped in his forehead before he grabbed your cheeks and squeezed meanly. “Don’t hide your cute noises from me.”

“S-sorry – mmmh!” You choked on your own spit when he suddenly slammed balls deep into you, his gigantic cock molding your insides to take him perfectly. 

The sound of a door opening echoed throughout the courtyard. You froze and anxiously sought out the source. Diamante emerged into the sunlight, his red eye makeup smudged by sweat and using his hand to fan himself. You leaned forward against Doflamingo to cover your breasts, not wanting to ignite his possessive nature, but made no other move. The blonde didn’t even flinch.

Diamante squinted in confusion. Sun-sparkled water blurred and distorted your lower halves, but what you were doing was incredibly obvious. “Doffy, why the hell are you in the pool?”

His boss was buried in your guts and that was what he was concerned about? 

Doflamingo grinned. “The water actually feels great. You should try it – oh, but not now. I’m a little busy.” The blonde jerked his hips harshly up into you, making you keen. Pink sunglass lenses stayed trained on his friend in an almost challenging way. “What do you want?”

The elite officer just huffed, making you believe that this probably wasn’t the first time he saw Doflamingo like this. An odd pang of jealousy struck you at the thought. He never caught you.

“It’s nothing serious, just find me when you’re done.” He snickered as he stepped back inside, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll keep Dellinger and Sugar away from here. Have fun.”

When the door slammed shut, Doflamingo pressed his lips to your ear and whispered, ��I felt your pussy get tighter when he looked at us. You filthy whore. You like being watched? Or do you like being owned by me?” He sounded ecstatic. “I’ll fuck you on camera and broadcast it to the entire country if that makes you happy.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “That’s t-terrible.”

“No, it’s a fucking good idea. Then everyone’ll know who the prettiest girl in Dressrosa belongs to.” His surprisingly sweet comment was punctuated by his hips bucking into you, shoving the head of his cock insistently against your cervix. 

Doflamingo flexed his thighs and began using you like a fleshlight, setting a fast and rough pace while letting out incredibly erotic groans. His tanned skin looked irresistible, so you leaned forward to mouth along his thick neck and then kiss him passionately. Doflamingo eagerly reciprocated, rewarding you by pressing his thumb against your clit to rub circles against it. 

“My perfect little toy,” he panted between kisses, a long string of saliva hanging off the tip of his lengthy tongue. “Such a good girl, so eager to serve me. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” 

Something about the intense heat or the negative effects of water seemed to bring out his more romantic side – though there was nothing romantic about the way his dick bullied its way inside you. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, feeling your cunt throb around him. 

“Doffy, ‘m so close, p-please let me…” 

Beautiful eyes peeked out from under his sunglasses – lust-blown, predatory, and crazed. “Cum for me, pet.”

Lips slammed against yours as the building pressure inside you exploded. Your cunt gushed and soaked his cock in your juices, stars flashing behind your eyes. Doflamingo obsessively swallowed your moans, rubbing your clit through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He rutted his hips like a feral dog before he felt his balls tighten. Thick ropes of cum sprayed deep inside your walls and filled you to the brim. Through hazy eyes, you noticed how divine he looked at his peak – damp blonde hair sticking to his forehead and sun reflecting off water droplets coating his skin. Head thrown back in bliss, plush lips parted and letting out a heavenly, whorish moan.

Breathless and giddy laughter snapped you out of your trance. “Whatcha looking at, baby?” His cock was softening, but you felt it twitch from narcissistic delight.

You shook your head to clear your mind, dipped your hands in the pool, then ran your damp fingers through his hair. He instantly relaxed into your touch, sighing contentedly. “I told you it’s refreshing.” 

“And you were fucking right. Maybe I should use the pool more – it’s not like anyone is stupid enough to attack me in my own palace.” Strong, scarred arms wrapped around your shoulders and squeezed you tightly against him. Doflamingo hummed happily, then released you and nodded towards the couch. A grin never left his face and his shaded eyes never left yours. “Be nice and grab our drinks, then get right back here. Our private pool party isn’t over.”

[beiasluv]

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a/n: im thai, so definitely not self-inserting here 🤭

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alex_albon: THANK GOD

the longest one yet. it took me so long because I keep undoing and editing (perfectionist af)

request is open-ish because I’m done with exams!! jenson dilf incoming?? 😬

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[anika-ann]

Seven Minutes (S.R.)

Type: TWO-SHOT, independent, canon-ish

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 8700

Summary: You’re not obliged to go to that party, but you go because it’s a rare occasion during which most of your fellow Avengers meet and have some fun together. Until someone suggests a stupid teenage game. Until you and Steve end up locked in a closet together and things take a turn you couldn’t have possibly predicted.

Maybe you should have. Whenever Tony or – god forbid – Loki gets involved, it’s bound to end up in a disaster. Only this time, the victim of the shenanigans might be your heart.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, (unprotected sex, fingering, glimpses of size kink and praise kink, soft hints of D/s, mirrors, possessiveness;), alcohol, a drop of angst, language (a lot)

A/N: written for @jtargaryen18 Halloween challenge. Prompt in the final notes. I toyed with it so much that it might have been cheating 😅 dividers by @firefly-graphics 💕

Part 1: Seven Minutes in Hell

“I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.” ― Ally Carter, Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover

The party had died down; or as Tony said, only the fittest had survived. Banner, drunk on Asgardian liquor, let out a sensible chuckle at the words and fell asleep as he was, sprawled over one of the couches in the communal area, which looked more like a war zone than an aftermath of a giant party.

It wasn’t the mess of empty bottles and glasses and cushions having been thrown around at some point. It was the skeletons. The fake blood. The few smashed pumpkins, literally beaten to a pulp. Luckily, the one single torn-off arm which some idiot had smuggled in despite the strict ban on those, based on the fact that at least half of the guests suffered some form of a PTSD, had been kicked under the bar and covered by a cloth as soon as you had found it. Tony, despite already finding himself in a drunken haze, agreed to kick the asshole who had brought it out. Steve had shot you a grateful look when you had asked Tony to do so. Bucky – thankfully – never learned about the tasteless joke ever taking place.

Unlike the space, the Avengers had an aura of comfort around them. Lying around, some chatting sleepily, chuckling every now and then, some talking animatedly with a few friendly nudges under the ribs, they lounged in the area and welcomed the 1 a.m. announcement by Friday with relative grace.

Except for Tony, who booed and proceeded to glare at every single conscious Avenger present, one by one; Natasha and Clint comfortable on one couch, Steve and you on the other, Thor filling out a huge armchair, Rhodey looking a bit small in the other in comparison, Wanda practically lying in a lounge pug with Vision hovering by her like a guard, Helen and Maria crossed legged on tiny tabourets, Sam and Bucky, having been fighting each for their space on the couch, now sitting carelessly with Bucky’s feet against Sam’s thigh. And then there was Loki, spinning slowly in his egg chair he had charmed up and kept up in the air with his magic, Pepper having reluctantly sat down in the other which Loki had graciously made for her with a snap of his fingers.

“Seriously, guys! Just… boooo! This party is dying! We need to shake things up!” he called out theatrically, standing in the middle of the Sleepy Hollow with judgement written all over his face. Then, he lowered his voice, a wicked smile twisting his lips. “Do you wanna play a game? I do.”

At least four distinct snorts sounded around the group at his poor impression.

“Really, Tones?” Natasha questioned, probably referring to both his acting skills and the suggestion.

“I do want to play a game. It’s called let’s go to bed,” Bucky groaned, rolling his shoulders and throwing his feet back to the ground, startling Sam in the process.

“The night is still young, Barnes,” Clint huffed despite his eyelids barely staying open as he kept twisting a rubber imitation of femur between his fingers. “You sound like an old man.”

“Oh? That coming from you really says something,” Sam pointed out, a good-natured smile curling his lips; at the same time, Tony hummed: “Or a kinky one.”

“I must say I agree with Stark this once,” Thor boomed, nodding thoughtfully as several voices groaned at the gleeful grin lighting Tony’s face. “There seems to be a lull to these revels and it is indeed too soon to retire to bed. The sun has not even risen yet!”

A single clap of hands and Tony was gesturing towards Thor. “See! The Asgardian agrees with me. I must be right.”

“I bet he’s already regretting his words,” Steve noted, drawing a small chuckle from you.

In all honesty, you would be inclined to agree with Bucky on this one. Going to bed sounded heavenly, but there was one huge disadvantage to bed compared to the Sleeping Beauty Castle the Halloween party had turned into: the company wasn’t nearly as good. You weren’t greedy – you wouldn’t need all the Avengers present to come cuddle you in bed. Just one would do. The one whose thigh occasionally brushed yours as you talked about anything and everything, all kind smiles and a slightly tipsy spark in his gorgeous blue eyes which were complimented by the treacherous midnight shade of his one-size-too-small shirt.

“Now, now, Captain. The other Asgardian agrees too,” Loki’s voice slowly sneaked in, something in his tone causing your heart to skip a startled and yet excited beat.

Loki was… a friend. After trying hard for redemption, he had begun to join the Avengers business on occasion, his magic always proving to be of enormous help. His humour was a little wicked and twisted, but his heart was not nearly as dark as people had believed – or even he himself had. You sensed Steve’s wariness towards him still and understood his reasons; and secretly, you revelled in the worry Steve expressed whenever you spent time with Loki, which the golden-hearted captain feared you did so with a little too much trust.

The only reason why you wouldn’t throw it back to Steve’s face that he was questioning your judgement was the fact he had admitted he did actually not do that, ever – but simply cared for your safety – and that fact that he attempted to be as respectful about it as possible. That and the heartwarming knowledge that he thought of you, one way or the other. Maybe him being the person who was giving out the gentlest hugs could have played a role as well. Or perhaps even that you had – like a silly, silly girl – fallen for him long time ago and would let him not only get away with murder at this point, but probably also ask him if he needed any help to hide the body. Because you’d either believe him it was for a good reason that he had committed the crime, his moral compass just about perfect, or simply because he deserved the most loyal friends and loved ones he could get.

The sudden heavy thud snapped you back to present, causing you to jump in your seat. Steve’s warm hand covered yours in an instant, gaze trailing to you to make sure you were alright. As he gently squeezed your hand, you glanced at him and shot him a grateful smile.

He let go as soon as your gaze returned to the source of the noise: a large closet now standing a few feet from the seating area.

“How about this?” Loki suggested, calmly beckoning to the piece of furniture having just appeared out of this air.

“Do you… want to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?” Wanda, suddenly wide awake at the stronger present of magic, questioned.

“Why not? I was under the impression Midgardians enjoyed this game during a party.”

“What are we, thirteen?” Sam asked, eyebrows creased sceptically.

“…going on thirty? Good movie,” Clint hummed, his grin showing pride at his reference.

“Ew, no-“

“Do you even know what Seven Minutes in Heaven is about?” Natasha asked, her expression intrigued; you had no doubt her mind had already begun to race as she tried to decipher the trickster’s motivations.

“Yes. I am quite pleased by the concept. If we play, perhaps I will be lucky enough to spend some private time with lovely Lady Speedy.”

Your eyebrows shot up as your gaze found Loki’s, a provocative smirk twisting his mouth. Interesting. Maybe even intriguing. Except it was not; at least not for the reason one might think. Loki was not at all interested in you. If he had, you would have known without a shadow of doubt. He wasn’t one for subtlety; if he had had an eye on someone, he would make sure to court them, persistently so. Or perhaps he would simply take.

No, Loki had not spent time thinking of you, much like you hadn’t spent time thinking about him.

There was only one Avenger whose company and love you longed for and had for the longest time – and you wouldn’t be surprised if Loki knew. What you hoped he had no idea about was the fact that you could have had it, once.

You could have had Steve, but you had mucked it up, too shocked to yes when he had asked. It had felt too fast, too surreal to be even happening – Steve Rogers asking you out for a cup of coffee – too good to be true.

Naturally, in a very Steve Rogers fashion, he had been too polite to disrespect your decision or let it negatively impact your blooming friendship back then; he had not made a single attempt to ask you out again since. In return, you had been too embarrassed to explain yourself – to explain that you felt like the luckiest girl on Earth, if not in the universe, that you would have jumped at the chance if he as much as hinted he was still interested – and in a very mature way, you never mentioned it again.

That was fine. You and Steve had become friends. Perhaps even good enough friends to mention it as an awkward memory; and only that, because you doubted that he was still carrying a torch for you. He had even briefly dated with Sharon Carter after the incident; he clearly moved on, because there was nothing to move on from. You had barely known each other back then. It wasn’t like you broke his heart or something. You just decided mess up what could have been a beautiful relationship.

Instead, you had a comfortable caring friendship. That counted as a win, yes?

And if you ended up in a closet with him for seven minutes now, you would, once again, acted like mature adults and… hug or something, yes? You would not give in into some stupid game and kiss him just because you’d have an excuse to do so. You would not be tempted to--- no. You respected Steve too much for that. You would never make anything to make him uncomfortable; if you had, you would not only not deserve to call yourself his friend, but even a decent human being.

And you were not thirteen anymore. You knew better. The awkwardness would not be worth it; the rejection would not be worth it. Losing the gift of Steve’s friendship would most definitely not be worth a few seconds of Heaven, of testing whether his lips were be as soft and gentle as you thought, if they tasted like you dreamed of. Knowing whether he would respond, whether he would kiss you, whether maybe, just maybe, there could be the faintest traces of seeing you differently than a friend and colleague.

No, the stakes were be too high.

“Hm… I think we should play,” Natasha said, earning at least five shocked stares, including yours.

“What?!”

“We should definitely not,” Steve protested, leaning forward with a very displeased frown, his eyes burning as he glared murderously at Natasha for entertaining the trickster’s whim.

“I mean… why not, after all? Two people in a closet, in cramped space? What is not to enjoy?” Bucky added, clearly changing his mind about going to bed. He was next at the receiving end of Steve’s disapproval.

“Ask a claustrophobic, I’m sure they’d come up with a reason or two,” you hummed, earning a sardonic ha ha from the dark-haired supersoldier.

“I mean… who knows. Could be magical,” Tony wiggles eyebrows.

“Are we back to 13 going to 30?”

Wanda, Pepper, Maria and Sam said NO with impressive coordination.

“I must say I am intrigued as I cannot quite see the appeal. It would be an enriching experience for me to understand. What is the worst that can happen?” Vision questioned.

“You did not just ask that,” Sam complained.

“Please tell me it’s just a closet and not some sort of a portal to Narnia?” Pepper chimed in, Loki’s smile surprisingly pleasant as he turned to her.

“It is simply a closet, my dear Lady Potts.”

“I don’t know, you guys, it still sounds like a pretty bad idea,” you chuckled nervously as you felt the air shift towards agreement to participate in this ridiculous game.

“Seconded,” Steve grunted by your side – but it was too late.

“Too bad, I’m getting an empty bottle,” Tony blurted out as he practically sprang after the nearest bottle indeed.

It was the perfect opportunity to walk away; it was the last chance to get out.

You didn’t.

Perhaps you didn’t want to look like a coward. Maybe you didn’t want to be a party pooper. You guessed you hoped they would scrape the idea after one round, because they would realize the game was lame and boring. Maybe, just maybe, a little part of you wondered if something interesting would come out of it – and you didn’t want to miss it.

Those were the things running through your head when you walked side by side with Steve, cursing the universe or some sort of physics cheat Tony had pulled or maybe Loki’s magic. Because of course it happened. Of course, the bottle pointed at you – and then on Steve.  

Could have been worse, you reasoned with yourself. Could have been… yeah you didn’t know who. Bruce who might turn in to the Hulk while in there was asleep, so he never was an option.But it was too late to back out now.

Steve, ever the gentleman, let you walk in first, offering a hand, a gentle smile on his face as he rolled his eyes at your friends being children. You squeezed his hand and smiled back, grateful – and calm.

Yes, being with Steve in such tight space with the knowledge what the game was about sent a few tempting thoughts into your head – but you’d be fine. You’d just chat, privately; you had done that countless times before, late night talks and maybe even your head resting on his shoulder when you got too sleepy to sit straight. You’d be fine.

Steve climbed up after you so you stood face to face, flashing you one last comforting smile. And then Tony closed the door behind you, leaving you in utter darkness.

Your first thought was that the inside of the closet was a lot smaller than it had appeared from the outside.

Your second thought was that perhaps that was not the fault of the closet or your eyes; the sheer width of Steve’s shoulders and other proportions of his body which had starred in too many of your dirty dreams and innocent fantasies alike were to blame instead.

Your third thought was that the air was becoming a little too hot and heavy to breathe a little too fast and that you weren’t certain you could last seven full minutes in this space where it felt you might as well already be wrapped in Steve’s arms. The subtle tones of his woodsy cologne, the heat radiating off his skin, the faintest light peeking through the door reflecting in his slightly ruffled hair and in his eyes, caressing his features the very way you always wished.  

Your fourth thought was, incidentally, less of a thought and more of an emotion – a red hot one at that. The flash of anger that ripped through you honestly took you by surprise, and hit you too hard to be ignored.

Because this was stupid.

This game was the stupidest thing possible that your friends could come up with. Steve was entirely stupid with his brilliance and courage and care and morality and outrageous handsomeness and most of all with giving you hope once that you could be good enough for him, that there was a glitch in the universe large enough that would somehow made the two of a potential couple. And you, oh you. You were the most stupidest of it all. To allow yourself to hope as well. To not let go of that fleeting seconds when the light of Steve Rogers was in your reach and you stood there like a dumbass without grabbing it, never speaking of it again then and yet still carrying a torch for him for two idiotic years.

Maybe if one of those things had been different – most likely of all, you – you could have been making out now. Maybe, you would feel his gentle touch in these shadows; or maybe hungry touch even. Maybe, because your friends were nosy assholes and drama queens, they would have banned you from participating in this in fear that they would have to disinfect the closet after you got full seven minutes in here.

Instead, all you had was a tentative brush of Steve’s hand to your elbow and the kind rumble of his voice, laced with worry.

“Hey, Shines. Are you okay?”

Ah yes. Another maddening thing: Steve’s sweet nickname for you. Where others called you Speedy – because of how quickly you had finished the intelligence test and made your way up in the Initiative – Steve had expressed his distaste in the nickname because just around the same time, he had learned about the modern term “speed”. Apparently, he did not like the idea of calling you something that reminded him of amphetamines. So instead, he had once admitted, he converted it in his head to the speed of light. And so Shines had been born.

The affection he sometimes spoke the single word with – the affection you longed for and mostly only imagined – was perhaps even more idiotic than your lack of reaction to his slightly shy advance two years ago.

For someone with your IQ score, you really were surrounded by stupidity and radiated it generously yourself.

The chuckle that escaped you tasted bitter on your tongue. “Why, sure. You?”

Even with the limited amount of light, you could see Steve’s searching gaze clearly. You could practically hear his mind whirling, wondering where the sudden ire had come from.

In an instant, you felt bad for snapping. Your trouble and your insecurities nor your anger at yourself were something he deserved to bear consequences for.

“I’m… fine,” he said after a while, kinder than you would have in his place. “Is there anything I can do to make the ‘sure’ better?”

Yeah, you thought. There were quite a lot of things; either put his mouth on yours – or elsewhere on your body, you weren’t picky – or maybe stop being so damn good of a person and being so damn loveable all the time when he didn’t mean anything beyond friendship by his behaviour.

You swallowed the once again bitter note and charmed a smile, your hand covering the back of his, still softly resting on your elbow.

“No. But thank you. I’m… sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he replied, eyes still searching. And soft. So annoyingly soft and caring.

You lowered your gaze and gulped, not finding it in yourself to respond. What could you even say to that?

The problem with Steve was that even if you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel him looking at you. At rare times, it felt like a punch, if he got truly angry with you – when you did something he considered stupid and dangerous as if you hadn’t been quite inspired by his own bravery – but at other times, like this, it felt like a fluffy blanket and a warm cup of tea pressed to your hands when the blues came knocking on your door.

No words were spoken for a long minute. And then, like you should have known they would, Steve’s arms carefully pulled you to his chest and wrapped you in a hug which felt just like his gaze a moment ago; except this feeling was real. He sucked up all your anger and frustration you into his chest with ease, breathed in once, then twice and unlike you, he simply let it go, allowing you to soak in his affection instead. 

You could cry at the sweet gesture. Sweet, sweet Steve: deadly force, righteous passion, beautiful soul and infinite kindness locked in a body of a gentle giant.

“Thank you,” you muttered into his shirt and you could hear the smile in his voice when he responded, arms tightening just a fraction.

“Any time.”

You felt your lips curl up in a smile too, allowing yourself to bask in the goodness he was. Strong embrace, but kind. Almost too hot to touch, like a sun, but somehow still feeling like sunshine instead. Lips soft as they touched your hairline, fingers gently running through the length of your hair-

You stiffened. It felt too good; it felt like what you wanted but didn’t actually have. Steve Rogers did not kiss you; not your cheek, not your lips, not your forehead or the crown of your head.

Or at least he never had before.

“Steve?”

His smile was a little bashful as he retreated, his hand sliding down your hair, holding your chin in gentle hold you could easily escape should you want to. But you didn’t. Why would you when his thumb caressed your cheek, eyes firmly holding your gaze even as his smile was slightly shaky?

You didn’t dare to stop whatever this was; because this was what you wanted. Whether this was Steve giving into the game only or anything else, you’d take it. Because you didn’t start it, you didn’t force him into something you wanted. He initiated it; he held you as if you were something precious all on his own. If this behaviour expired in a few minutes, well. At least you would have a sweet memory to cherish, wouldn’t you?

“I’ve been thinking of you.”

Your eyes must have been wide – even ridiculously so – at the admission, your heart like a thunder in your chest and in your ears. You… certainly you must have misheard. You must have misinterpreted what he was trying to say. That was not right. Was it?

“…you have?”

His smile widened, eyes full of good-natured amusement. “I’m always thinking of you, Shines. I’m honestly surprised I’m keeping it so subtle that you are this shocked by the revelation.”

You licked your suddenly dry lips. You must have breathed in something. You had too much to drink. Tony sneaked some edibles into the refreshments – yes, that had to be it.

But then the even more rational part of your brain chimed in: you could never dream up something as detailed. And Steve would have been immune to the drugs. He hadn’t drunk too much of the Asgardian liquor from Thor’s flask either.

You were both perfectly sober at this moment – as insane and surreal as it felt. Did Steve really…? You swallowed the slightly hysterical giggle trying to claw its way up your throat.

“You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t make fun of this, would you?”

Steve’s eyes grew serious even as they remained kind.

“No. I wouldn’t,” he assured you, the slightest hint of offence in his tone. “You’re just… you’re everywhere. I try to focus on work, but you’re always on my mind. That smile, those pretty eyes. This… this drive and passion you have and turn it into hard and good work and kindness. Those gorgeous, gorgeous lips…”

You licked again them on instinct, not missing the fact that Steve’s gaze flickered down at the motion.

No way. No way.

You had hit your head. This was a fever dream, this… this was all you wanted and needed, it couldn’t possibly become true all of sudden. Right?

But if this was a fever dream, you might as well enjoy it. If it was reality, even the better. Because Steve Rogers was serious in matters of heart – he was most definitely not pranking you. So if he was saying he had been thinking about you, you had no reason to doubt him.

There rarely ever was a reason to doubt Steve Rogers.

“I… I think about you too,” you reluctantly admitted, his lips suddenly so, so close you could feel his breath when he spoke only one word in response.

“Good.”

The first touch to your lips was nothing but tentative; nothing but temptation and yet everything you could ever want. His hand cradled your face like precious porcelain and his kiss was like one of an artist asking his muse to allow him into her favour. Warm and soft; his lips were as soft and gentle as you had always thought they would be. The tender brush of his fingertips to your face however made your first kiss all the sweeter, as did his smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he released your lips. The giddy feeling burst inside your chest with intensity you couldn’t possibly contain.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m gonna have to agree with good,” you whispered; and before you could feel silly, Steve’s low chuckle echoed in the limited space, his thumb tapping your lips.

“Yeah.”

That was the only warning you received before his mouth were back on yours, letting you taste that smile of his; his arms, still around your waist, pulled you closer against the hard planes of his chest, the sensation reminding you that you could in fact too do more than simply lay your hand on him. He appreciated your initiative with a content hum, the vibration against your lips sending pleasant shivers down your spine and into your belly. When he deepened the kiss, his touch on you growing firmer, angling your head to his liking, you felt like you could melt from the inside, all nerves on the most beautiful fire.

Your startled sound when your back bumped into the wall of the closet drowned in Steve’s mouth, your parted lips but an invitation for him. The sensations were quick to rise into your head like a heady wine and suddenly only seven minutes in whichever alternate reality you felt as if you had entered seemed unfairly short. Your fingers flexed in the material of Steve’s shirt, his large palm sliding to your hip and squeezing. His hips rocked ever so slightly against yours and the semi-hard bulge pressing against your core had you whimper his name just as his lips moved to your jaw.

“Love hearing my name like this from your lips, Shines,” he whispered like a secret into your skin, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh and nearly causing your knees to buckle. I’ll say it as much as you want, you wanted to say, the words stuck in your throat, only a breathy Steve coming out again, much to his apparent delight. “That’s it. Wanna hear it more… but not here.”

The flash of a rationality was brief; before it could take, his lips were back on yours and you felt yourself falling, leaning into his touch, hands wandering over his exquisite body, hips rutting forward at the beautiful, beautiful groan your touch elicited from him.

I did that. He wants me, he wants me like this. I want him. I need him.

The simple thoughts occupied your brain, a last portion of coherency you managed as his palm slid to your ass with purpose and pressed you against his hardness in a promise of what was to come. You decided that you could die a happy woman right there and that you needed his mouth on your more than you needed oxygen; you grabbed onto his face, pulling his lips back to yours, rewarded by a deep kiss and both of his hands grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with a little too much vigour.

You succumbed to the pleasure of his touch, head spinning, the world passing by in a blur.

It didn’t matter how you got into his room next; it didn’t matter, not when his hands were on you again, an absurdly polite can I? as his dextrous fingers slid the strap of your dress off your shoulder, a kiss to every inch of the newly revealed skin, leaving nothing but hunger for more in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he praised as he mouthed at your skin, the new endearment causing your heart to tremble, stomach fluttering pleasantly. “The times I imagined this, imagined you… turn around, Shines.”

You’d swear that you would let Steve Rogers get away with murder; but asking you to turn away from his hot lips, that was toeing the line of insanity.

“Steve-“

“Shhh… I’ve got you,” he cut of your protests, strong hands simply spinning you around.

He rewarded you for the lack of resistance by placing his hand over your stomach, skin hot even over the thin fabric, pressing you back against his chest and his more than evident arousal, lips attaching to the column of your neck, sliding the other strap of your dress down. Instinctively, you leaned your head back, exposing your throat to him, a small but sharp nip of teeth sending a fresh wave of arousal into your core.

Long fingers slid up your throat, turning your head so his lips could meet yours again, demanding and yet so giving, hand inching from your belly down your thigh, toying with the hem of your dress and causing your breath to hitch.

God, you needed him. You wanted him in every way possible, but if this was what came before he’d take you out, you had zero problem with that. You needed to feel him.

The please escaping your newly freed lips sounded almost pathetic to your ears, but Steve clearly disagreed with your assessment.

“Oh sweetheart, you sound so pretty like this… and look at you,” he rasped, nudging you to actually look ahead, only for you to realise you were now facing the tall mirror of his closet, gaze setting on your own face, dominated by the kiss-swollen lips and pupils blown up by lust. “Gorgeous… and you’ll look even more beautiful when you’re coming apart for me. First on my fingers and then…”

You shuddered when his fingers finally slid under your skirt, caressing the lace of your thigh-highs, chest vibrating against your back with an appreciative hum. Your gaze strayed to Steve’s face, only to find his eyes laser focused on your face in the mirror, flashing darkly when his fingertips found the soaked fabric of your panties and pressed.

“So wet for me, Shines. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Can’t wait to make you mine… you want that, don’t you?” he whispered, your lips parting wordlessly and at the very moment, he pushed the offending fabric to the side and dipped his index finger in your slick. He stroked a few times, coating his fingers in your essence and entered you with two with laughable ease. You pushed your hips forward on instinct, already needing more.

“Steve, oh god-“

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, free hand pressing your back to his front, hardness digging into our ass. “I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…”

Vainly wriggling against his strong hold because that was exactly what you wanted, you caught his smile in the mirror, his lips pressing softly against your temple as his fingers begun pumping in and out of your tight channel, stealing the breath from your lungs. Resigned and secretly thrilled by his dominance, you leaned against his chest, letting your head fall back against his strong shoulder, praying he’d give you more soon.

Instead, he pulled his fingers out altogether, painting your inner thighs with your slick, stepping back, leaving you cold and empty.

“St-“

His hand landed gently on your shoulder, his other hand easily sliding the zip of your dress down your back, letting it fall to the ground. Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but your stockings, soaked panties and lace bra, you shuddered under Steve’s hungry gaze; but at the same time, the adoration and admiration shining from his gaze even made your stomach flip and stopped your hands from self-consciously covering yourself at least a bit.

You weren’t shy. You weren’t ashamed of your body; but goodness, Steve’s eyes trailing the length of it, taking in every inch of bare skin and appreciative of how the fabric hugged the parts still covered made you feel like a goddess. A muse.

His gaze was hypnotic as his eyes met yours in the mirror again, his smile soft before it earned a lustful edge.

“You’re a piece of art, Shines…” He stepped back to you, lips attaching back to your neck and his fingers pushed the panties down and let them slide down your legs, hand sprawling over your pubic bone and teasing your core with his fingers again. “And I’m going to appreciate that in every way I know… but you’re gonna watch. I wanna watch you as you fall apart for me, and I want you to see how beautiful you look when I make you mine. Can you do that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t think. You nodded at the promise of pleasure, instantly rewarded by three fingers stretching you, one of your hands landing on his wrist to keep him inside, the other grabbing at his head behind you. You felt his smile against your neck before he sucked on your skin, setting a punishing pace, this time letting you meet his advances. The sight of his large hands over you was insanely erotic; his size and strength captured in a repetitive picture, your muscles contracting as you tried to encourage him to give your more. The pleas seamlessly blending with his name were falling from your lips as the pressure inside you built and built, the wicked curl of his fingers nearly having you reach for the stars.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Steve-“  

“Watch, sweetheart,” he reminded you feverishly, the blue of his irises nearly swallowed by his blown pupils, dark, pleased and unabashedly on you taking his fingers one moment, on your face contorted with pleasure next, the sheer hunger in his gaze aimed at you only adding fuel to the heat in your abdomen.

You tried to keep your eyes on your pair, you truly did, just to please him, just to gain more. It earned you a whispered praise to your ear, a sucking kiss on your throat and circling motions on your clit.

That had you were done for. Your eyes fluttered close as you clenched around Steve’s fingers with a breathless cry, ecstasy exploding inside you and lighting your body on fire.

You could feel Steve’s burning gaze on your still, but he didn’t push you again, didn’t deny you just because you didn’t give him what you couldn’t at the moment, too wrapped in your bliss. Of course, he didn’t. He was still Steve; much filthier than you imagined, but still himself. Warm and safe, holding you close when his motions slowed down, prolonging your pleasure, still supporting your weight when your legs nearly gave out. Chuckling silently with an adoring soft kiss to your jaw when you breathed out a thank you, thinking about the fact he caught you, probably sounding as if you were thanking him for absolutely ruining you with his fingers only, not so subtly showing you that you might not survive when he’d turn it up a notch and actually took you.

“You’re beautiful, doll,” he whispered into your hair, carefully pulling out his fingers as not to hurt you. “Even more beautiful that I imagined.”

You shuddered, unable to respond with words, turning around and chasing his lips instead. He obliged and kissed you sweetly, wrapping his arms around you close, only now having you realize he was still fully clothed himself. And that the way his had cock pressed against his slacks must have been painful at this point. For that reason alone – that he put your pleasure before his, as you knew he would – you would sink to your knees in an instant if your core wasn’t already throbbing for him.

“I want you,” you said against his mouth, revelling in his smile and the playful nip on your lower lip he graced you with upon your admission.

“Good. Because I need you. I need to see those pretty lips parted for me and unable to speak anything but my name when I fill you up so well you’ll never even think about another man again,” he said slowly, letting every heavy syllable sink into your skin and have your already racing heart nearly give out – and letting your lips loose.

“Yes. Please.”

When you suddenly found yourself in the air, held firmly in his arms and carried to the bed, you couldn’t find the shame in you to be bashful about your needs.

Because when he sunk into you and delivered on his promises, you felt like you entered another plane of existence. When his hands grabbed onto you, his body an art piece you could feast your eyes on and touch, you suddenly understood his need for a mirror, for a glimpse from every angle, the absolute beauty of your bodies together as one, of seeing him lose himself to pleasure of his own.

His chants of endearments, praise and mine echoed in your ears, your lips indeed only remembering to speak his name, whisper it and scream it. When he lifted you to your high two more times, filling you with his spent to make you his indeed, you knew that you would be his forever; you had been for a long, long time.

“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine…”

“Yours, I am yours.”

Blinking your eyes open, you slowly realized you never knew darkness could feel so violent to your eyes. Steve’s deeply concerned gaze was firm on you, frown settled in his brows, both hands on your biceps holding you as if you were about to pass out any second.

His relieved breath brushed over your face, shoulders sagging.

“Thank god, Shines. I was starting to get worried. Are you alright? It’s like you went to a completely different place for a moment there.”

Why were you standing? You had been just lying down, the heat of Steve’s skin seeping into yours from your back and his arm wrapped around your middle as you had fallen asleep.

“What?” you rasped, feeling the ghost of the soreness in your throat as you nearly lost your voice having screamed his name. You blinked again as the image of his beautifully red parted lips trembling with your name flickered in front of you, disappearing just as fast – replaced by him growing worried by the minute.

In a closet. You were in a closet. The sound of idly chat and chuckles dimmed by the walls of the closet reached your ears. The party was still in a sleepy swing; a stupid game was still on.

The realization was like a bucket of icy water dumped on your heated body, all-consuming confusion swallowing all your thoughts.

But… how? You--- that wasn’t- you had been to Steve’s room. He had—- he had kissed you, right here, a dream coming true when he admitted he was still thinking of you and was ready to act on it, his hot soft lips, his hands, deliciously long thick fingers, wickedly dextrous as they sneaked between your legs, opened you up for his--- he had stretched you so good, in every way imaginable, his gaze so dark as he watched you both in the mirror, so sweetly and devilishly delighted at filling you up to the brim, making you his-  

“Okay, that’s it, Shines. We’re out of here-”

“No!” you blurted out, horror seizing you at the mere thought of coming out to the light right now. With you face flushed; with your core painfully empty and slick even as the aftershocks of your orgasms, having felt so real, turned from echo of pleasure to mortifying all-consuming shame. “No, no, it’s fine! I’m fine. I just… I must have had too much to drink and zoned out.”

“You didn’t drink that much,” Steve opposed swiftly, his gaze so unnerving, and could he just stop, stop looking at you like he cared, so sweet and nice and so frustratingly not yours even if the affection in his gestures felt all the same as in whatever fucked-up dream experience you just had just been through. “We should-“

“Please, don’t-- they’re never gonna let us live this down if we bail,” you argued lamely, unconvincing even to your own ears, feeling tears burn in your eyes and desperately trying to stop them from showing.

“Fuck that. It’s just a stupid game.”

‘Fuck, look at you. I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…’ echoed in your ears, so crystal clear you would have sworn it had happened – but what other evidence did you need that it was just a wild creation of your mind?

Steve didn’t love you. Steve didn’t want you this way. It had never happened. You were still in this closet in the dark, blinded by the light his persona, this time annoyed since the light only hurt your eyes.

And you heart. Your stupid little foolish heart.

“…yeah. Yeah, just a stupid game. Just… so so stupid,” you muttered, no longer talking about the game – and unable to stop the tears from coming anymore.

You laughed bitterly, understanding nothing, but not caring, even more irked at the alarmed expression on Steve’s face when he noticed the few glistening drops rolling down your cheeks.

“Shines… what is it? What can I do to make it better?”

His hands, having been burning a brand onto your biceps, shifted, one caressing your arm, the other rising to your face; and you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t take the touch, not when it meant less than what you wanted and needed, not when his fingertips brushed your cheek as if it was something precious to him – not when you knew it wasn’t.

You stepped back out of his reach hastily, your back hitting the wall; but not without catching the flash of hurt on his face when you rejected the affection and comfort he was offering.

“I’m sor-“ The words died in your throat, the sudden almost electric shift in the air making your hair stand on end.

As fast as if you snapped your fingers, Steve was no longer looking at you.

In fact, he wasn’t looking at anything.

Your stomach dropped.

“…Steve?”

Your whisper was tentative, but your step forward was not. Heart thundering in your chest, your eyes roamed his suddenly expressionless face. What the hell was happening?

Gulping, you reached out for his hand with yours; but as you squeezed, his hand remained limp by his side.

“Steve, can you hear me?”

Frustration and shame swiftly forgotten, your fingers slid to his wrist, feeling for his pulse. It fluttered under your touch like a hummingbird; but with how fast your own heart was beating, it might have been that you could feel your own.

You went to a completely different place for a moment there, you recalledhis words, real words, right after you found him observing you with concern rather than pulling you to his bare chest after an intense session of fucking.

Whatever had happened to you, be it blamed on alcohol or anything else, was clearly happening to him now. That or you accidentally triggered some kind of a flashback with the way you had reacted. If you had, you’d never forgive it yourself; but you’d have time to feel like an asshole later. Now, Steve needed your help. Fast.

Except you had no idea what was actually taking place in here, let alone how to solve it.

“Yeah, fuck this game.”

You were not going to stay here another second. Not when Steve, sweet kind Steve who deserved the world, was stuck in some strange trance you might have caused.

You were just about to bang on the door of the closet with all your might when a gasp for air had your head snap back to Steve so quickly you almost gave yourself a whiplash.

Your hands were on his arms to steady him before you could think about it twice. Relief flooded your body when his gaze unmistakably found yours, even if he stared at your wide-eyed, clearly rattled by whatever had just happened.

“Shines?” he rasped, blinking a few times as if to adjust his sight to the darkness again, following the lines of your arms to where you were holding onto him with confusion. You swiftly dropped your hands, his frown only deepening at that.

“Sorry. Are you okay?”

“I--- I think so?”

The uncertainty in his voice and the suddenly unreadable emotion in his face made a lump grow in your throat.

“Yeah, the fact that this sounds more like a question than an answer really tells me you were right,” you stated, feeling small as you saw Steve had trouble finding his footing. As his friend, you had the privilege to see him vulnerable more often than the general public, but that didn’t mean the fact he seemed clueless and slightly lost now was still unsettling. “We should get out of here, right now. You were staring blank ahead for at least a minute. You really scared me, Steve.”

His eyebrows shot up as he learned that was what happened.

“I was…? That’s what-- you scared me too. You were staring into space before too... What happened to you in that time?” Steve queried, gently despite obviously being affected himself. “Do you… do you remember any of it?”

You let out a small distressed noise, heat of shame flooding your body all over again.

Yeah, no. You were not going to tell him what exactly happened, regretfully only in your head.

You rarely lied so blatantly, less so to Steve, but these were desperate times. You’d rather keep at last some of your dignity.

You licked your lips. “I… I just zoned out. And then suddenly you were here, asking if I was sure I was okay. You?”

His eyes searched your face for a moment as if he could sense your lie – or at least lack of complete honesty. Yet, he didn’t press, swallowing loudly instead and giving you a shaky smile.

“…yeah. Yeah, same. That was… strange.”

No kidding. You believed him losing consciousness the way he had was strange indeed.

Except when you zoned out, you dreamed of a world where Steve railed you into oblivion while watching you both in a mirror. Until now, you thought that shoving you against a wall and hauling you up in those enormous arms and railing you like that would be more than enough to satisfy your cravings, but apparently you were wrong. But never mind that, right? You could be flexible… flexible enough, in more ways than just one. God knew sex with a man as fit as Steve might require some stretching.

You licked your lips again, mouth feeling dry at the memory. And yet. It wasn’t all a memory. He still was so close, watching so intently. Almost as if… no.

You laughed without a trace of humour.

“Yeah, well, maybe Stark laced the walls with something when he was closing the door-“ your voice trailed off, eyes growing wide as you entertained the wild thought. “Actually, you know what, I wouldn’t even be surprised.”

Honestly, it would be a perfectly plausible explanation. In fact, you wanted that to be the explanation; it shifted the blame. You and Tony could share the blame for the inappropriate images still flashing in your mind at least.

Not to mention that theorizing was the most welcomed distraction you could get in the tiny space growing hotter by the minute, full of Steve’s masculine scent seeping into your skin and making your underwear even damper by the second.

“Hm…” Steve hummed, intrigued, his concern melting into outrage. “Loki suggested the game and made the closet. Whatever happened could be on him.”

You frowned at the implication, instinctively protective of the god of mischief; Tony was the kind of guy who would pull this kind of shenanigans using precisely the fact Loki might end up being blamed while he’d laugh his ass off.

“Tony didn’t exactly protest, maybe he just jumped at the chance.”

“Hold on a second… do you think they would team up? To deliver some sort of an advanced Halloween prank?”

Your first instinct was to say no. The thought was absurd. Loki and Tony tolerated each other at best, Tony being one of the people having the hardest time forgiving Loki for the destruction he had once caused… when it suited him. Other times… well.

“I’m…” you hesitated, “I’m not sure, actually. But I know I’m not laughing.” For sure.

Steve face was serious as he observed you, worry creeping into his expression again – you only hoped he forgot all about your earlier outburst, even as you were aware that was very unlikely.

“Can’t say I do. Once we’re out, this game is over.”

“Yeah, good idea,” you agreed instantly. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

He seemed a little flushed, a little shell-shocked still. Then again, you imagined you did too. At least you hoped you did; you hoped Steve couldn’t read you like a book… and you hoped Wanda was smart enough not to enter your mind while you were in here.

Oh god, Wanda.

“Yeah… but that’s only cause it’s not a terrible imposition to be here with you of all people,” Steve said lightly, a ghost of a genuine smile curling up his lips, an unvoluntary smirk passing over yours at his choice of words.

“Well, I’m honoured not to be a terrible imposition to you, Captain,” you sassed, unable to stop the warmth spreading in your chest. “I suppose there are worse people to get stuck with.”

“Such a compliment,” he threw back readily, eyes twinkling. Minutely – and you would swear it – his gaze flickered to your lips.

You heart started racing. You only imagined it. There was no way. Was there? Or…?

“Shines, I… there’s something I think I should tell you,” Steve said slowly, voice turning surprisingly soft.

You blinked, the feeling of déjà-vu hitting you like a train. You had to be dreaming again. There was no way he said those words, not so tenderly, not-

The door opened so suddenly you had to squint against the flood of light; light as harsh as the truth, overtaking all of your senses.

You stumbled out of the tight space with a deep breath, the colder air sobering you up fast.  Whatever Steve was about to say, it didn’t matter; it was probably your mind playing tricks on you again and if it wasn’t, it was probably just words of consolidation he came up with at the spot, an attempt to sooth whatever had bothered you before. Nothing more.

Because whatever you had fantasied about in the closet, it was just that: a fantasy. True, one you weren’t aware you had, but a fantasy nonetheless.

Steve had long moved on from asking you out two years ago. Whatever could have been, you had missed your chance then; he was just being friendly. He tried to offer comfort, because that was what he did. Even when you hurt him by your rejection of it, even when he was rattled himself by whatever he had experienced, he tried to comfort you again what could be two minutes later, because that was what good friends did.

Not a terrible imposition – that was what he said, after all. Even as you knew he probably chose the words on purpose to distract you and amuse you, it was not exactly a declaration of love. There was nothing but friendship between you, not from his side and that meant you would keep it that way unless you were ready to risk it all.

Which was going to be never.

As Steve firmly announced that the game was over, contrary to the booing from several Avengers, you wondered what it would take to rename the stupid activity to Seven Minutes in Hell.

Part 2

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Thank you for reading 🥰 I hope you had fun! Leave feedback if you have the energy and time, we love interaction in this house💕

I suppose this is where you could end it, but you won't find the what the heck actually happened and how - and what will happen next 👀 I hope to post part 2 soon since it's almost done 🎃 If you enjoyed and wish to be tagged, let me know :)

Prompt: 7 Minutes in… Where?: You know the game. Only when you and your significant other are locked in the closet for 7 minutes, you’re transported somewhere else.

Many thanks for Jamie for hosting this challenge and stirring this sleepy fandom to life 🥰

[vivlily]

It is once more fox girl friday, but along with that it's also friday the 13th. So happy fox girl friday and...

BOOOO!

sorry that was pretty scary, but you know whats scarier? A story I heard about a merchant and his son stopping at a village. But this story might be toooo scary for a scared little fox like you, so I'll be nice just this once and hide it below.

I might misremember it since i heard it from like a youth pastor way back when (it's been a long time).

so like get this, this merchant and his son stopped by an otherwise unremarkable town to do like merchant stuff or whatever. And like eventually he got to selling some of his wares, but everyone kept avoiding one of his wares in particular. Can you guess what it was?

That's right, it was his apples, so he asked some of the villagers what was up.

"Is there anything about my apples that bothers you all?"

upon mention of apples, the villagers went stiff, fear enveloping their face's.

"Sir, t-t-t-heir marvelous apples sir. I-i-it's just that there lives an awful "plague god", in that manor across the lake."

"that vile creature... in it's infinite jealousy, ended up cursing those that ingest an apple."

The villagers went on to explain various tragedies that affected those unfortunate enough to eat one. And mentioning that the vile plague god takes the form of a young girl. And that if ever you notice a young girl on that isle, it's already to late for you. The plague god has already noticed you, prepare for the worst and hope for the best.

But the merchant merely laughed and said

"Very well, I suppose I should enjoy my marvelous apples myself! WEHHEHHEH" (He had a really odd laugh, runs in the family I believe)

He had a bite.

Not long after he went looking for his son so that they could have a meal. Only to realize his son was missing, so off in a hurry he went to look for him. Asking as many people as he could.

Eventually a villager said that they saw a boat go out not long ago, towards that vile little plague god's domain.

He wasted no time and desperately paddled his way over to that cursed isle. Much to his relief his son was within sight, yet something was odd.

His son, one to only ever draw anything in the comfort of their own carriage was sat on the ground drawing the mansion. Relieved he gave his son a warm hug, and told him how dangerous it was here.

They had a moment, before the son asked if he could draw one more thing before they left the isle. The dad was worried, but he happened to be a softie when it came to his son, so he relented.

As the son finished drawing, he waved towards the manor, his father become confused, and very worried. The merchant was fearing that the vile plague god was in there. But he turned around and cast his gaze towards the mansions window, and saw nothing but the curtains.

Fearing his son was seeing things he said we leave now, and leave they did.

On their way back towards the town, the son proudly showed off various drawing's to his father. Explaining each and every one of them, and the son's final piece depicted a crying girl.

The father obviously confused mentioned "what brought this one on?"

"ooooo that was the girl in the window earlier"

The dad had never seen any girl, fear gripped his heart, and he decided that they leave immediately. And so leave they did, the dad swore never to return again, and to never have another marvelous apple again.

Heh, it's not really as scary as I remember if i'm being honest, it's the usual classic "ghost girl only the kid sees" kinda thing, a teensy bit boring tbh.

Honestly the only reason it stuck with me was because I kept wondering just why the ghost girl was crying? Well it's probably just adding the crying ghost trope for the sake of adding a trope, kinda lame imo.

Well that's that, have a marvelous fox girl friday!

[wcamino-confessions]

hi, seraphronos/v01d4l_n0x here (yes the real one /silly) probably this doesn't look the most professional considering I literally just retired but I've been frustrated about certain things that happened whilst I was on the team and I've never really had the change to vent it all out. and yes I know this isn't really relevant anymore but I just needed to rant a little little disclaimer: my time on the lt apart from this situation was great!! loved it on there and I loved working with everyone else frfr !! so this is not intended to slander them at all this is mostly about the helper anon here, so to clarify for anyone unaware: void-anons is not me. they are a blog made to purposely impersonate me, and no I don't know who they are. I have my suspicions, but I'd rather not risk falsely accusing someone considering that's literally what happened to me lol. also this is mostly about me and my experiences so I'm not speaking from the team as a whole here so to start: literally fuck you helper anon. not cool man 👎. you didn't have to make the blog look like mine and could have made it completely anonymous but no you really just had to drag me into it (which im assuming was because im not the most active in chats so it was easier to make it seem like it was mine cause there would be no one to back me and my actions up). also I'll forever be annoyed at the rui aesthetic. like that is literally my guy ☹️. I understand you had frustrations about how things were handled and yeah I get it, but you really did not have to drag me into it??? and then joke about me getting demoted afterwards and act proud of the fact you did???? again just really not cool boooo 🍅🍅🍅. I hope both sides of your pillow are warm tbh I really do not like you my second point: the chats after I returned. yes guys I did read up. I definitely get why the other helpers were frustrated as was I but I felt some of the comments were kinda personal about me?? like I saw the point about how I wasn't close with the other team members show up a few times and like?? that isn't really about the confession that's about me 👎. and just to add on yes I'm aware this was like 8-9 months ago now, and most people part of that discussion have now retired third (and probably final point): the team as a whole on the issue. First of all, it took 2 days of constant bumping and sending proof I don't own the account just to get back on the team. 2 days I was waiting to see if they'd actually believe me. if it was me I honestly would have admitted it, but the fact it isn't and that it's completely out of my control is the worst feeling. little note here but I did really appreciate the members of the lt who sent me pms apologising/asking if there's anything they could do, thank you guys, love u /p. but the fact still stands that they haven't been demoted, and I have pushed for any updates/information that I was allowed to know, but I just kept getting told that 'we're working on it'. I know it's a difficult situation but it really just came across to me like nothing was actually being done. extra few little notes here but the fact that the first confession mentioned how they were on a burner account then proceeded to make it look like it was mine?? why would i do that?? also why was I immediately demoted without being given the option to explain anything first. I feel the actions from the team were very rushed and whilst I do understand it was quite a unique situation, I feel like the steps taken weren't completely thought through. to add to this though I'm glad I did get an explanation in ufc not too long back. I appreciate the transparency /gen. last note from me but I'd like to add the reason that I have so much to say here was because I felt as if I was being shut down at certain points. naturally, this was brought up in casual helper chats more than once and so I'd rant a little, but I had to hold myself back in case of anything.

I did proofread this a little but it is long so pls ignore any mistakes 🙏

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Heey, back again with Chapter 6 :) Nothing too major goin on here, really. Nothing actually important happens until later. @itsberrydreemurstuff, @bibooby, and @laegume, I saved you all seats. (Also, @andyssilly, thought I might tag you in case you don't see this.)

Uh, before I start our little performance, I have a few lil things I'd like to say reaaal quick. The first is thaaaat... *brp bada brp brp brp boooo (that was a trumpet noise if you couldn't tell)* I have a tag for the fic now! I tagged all the chapters under the title "Where the Stars Don't Shine", so if you type it into my lil thing, it should come up! I'll probably pin a post with a the chapters linked eventually, I just keep forgetting to do it. And the second thing is slightly less important, but thought I might put it here anyways. Guys, I post polls sometimes that help me make decisions on things regarding the chapters. Nothing major, of course, just small tidbits and whatnot, but I'd really appreciate it if more people could vote on those. It's cool though, I don't mind.

Anyways, that's all for now, I guess! Soooo...

On with the show!

Word Count: 1,514

The day thankfully passes by without much issue, though truthfully you were in a daze for most of it. All you remember is the lights being unusually bright (you thought nothing of it) and a puppet show. Sun hadn’t spoken to you since your wake-up, which was a bit of a relief.

Cleaning had been a bit slower on your end. You think Sun had mentioned it at some point, though you could be mistaken. You know for a fact that he told you not to bring your pills to work on account of the kids getting access to them after you took one to ease the sharp throbbing in your head that had not let up after your nap. Strangely, you felt worse afterwards. You were sorely tempted to put in your earbuds, if only to block out that awful buzzing. You refrained, however; you really didn’t need Sun chastising you for the third time today.

You said good night, getting no response, and left. You don’t remember getting home, but you do remember trying to find something to eat in your nearly bare pantry. You found some eggs and semi-decent bread, made french toast, and passed out.

The pounding is not evaded today, either. Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and it takes effort to keep your eyes open. You splash some water  on your face as a temporary fix, drink a bit of cough medicine to fight back your sore throat, and head to work.

You head straight for the desk, not bothering to say good morning to the animatronic in charge this time. Your bag hits the floor with a hard thunk, and you open it. You hope you thought to pack a lunch earlier, though you seriously doubt it with your frazzled state. 

Evidently, the source of the noise is actually a brick. You’re not even sure how you managed it, but it does explain why it felt so heavy to lug around. You assume it’s Moon’s work and think little else of it, placing it off to the side before Sun spots it and accuses you of vandalism or burglary or something. 

From the things you actually packed, most are your typical. Laptop, two books instead of one, earbuds, keys, your phone, and a second set of clothes. No lunch, though you weren’t expecting that one. You do find a granola bar instead, and tuck it in your pocket for safekeeping. Maybe you could eat it on the break you never used.

 You interest yourself in the books you brought. You’d already read (book) from cover to cover a dozen times over, but one more couldn’t hurt. The other was one of your additions for the children, and something you were hoping Moon would approve of as well. You hadn’t seen a copy of Brambly Hedge anywhere, but you’d love’d it when you were growing up. They’d liked the Peter Rabbit copy you’d put in, so with any luck, this one would garner a similar reaction.

You remind yourself to bring something for your coworker some other time. Moon may be a prick, but he seemed to get pretty bored when the children fell asleep. Perhaps something to keep him occupied would help, and maybe even get him off your back when the lights cut. What kind of books would he like, though? He’d stolen one of your Sherlock Holmes novels in your first month of work, and you’d caught him peeking over your shoulder on several different occasions when you’d brought your gothic horrors and dystopians, which also tended to mysteriously disappear. You couldn’t just walk up to him and ask, though. Asking either of them for something hardly ever went well.

You brush off the thought and remind yourself to actually request some funding for an idea you’d gotten some time back. The Daycare, action packed and entertaining as it was, didn’t really have much reading material outside of little kiddie books featuring corporate’s mascots, and while you weren’t opposed to donating your old children’s books, some newer ones would probably be more appealing. You’d noticed that Moon also seemed to enjoy the greater variety. He tended to gravitate towards classics and fables for naptime, though you made sure to only plant a few at a time do as not to arouse suspicion. You were pretty sure they thought it was the higher-ups’ doing, and you weren’t going to be the one to correct them. 

You whip around, scanning the Daycare for any sign of the animatronic before taking off with the book in hand, shelving it among the other books you’d brought. You walk back to the desk, feeling almost proud of yourself, until a voice pipes up behind you. “Friieeend, what are you dooing?” 

For the record, despite what the security cameras captured, you did not screech and trip over nothing. 

You flip over and jump back up onto your feet, hastily responding to fend off any conclusion he’d make about this. “Who’s doing something? Me? No, I’m not doing anything, nothing at all.”

Yeah, that didn’t sound suspicious at aaaall, nice going.

Sun’s faceplate turns, static grin growing wider with each click. “Reeeally now? Because it seems to me like you were trying to sneak something from the shelf.”

Great. Now he thinks you’re a thief.

You shake your head frantically, crossing your arms to further prove a point. “No, no I’m not, promise.” Yeah, that’ll help, Y/N, way to seem like a criminal.

His face reverts to its normal position, and you think you’re in the clear (until) he speaks up again. “Glad to be wrong then! Still, I think I’d rather be safe than sorry. You wouldn’t mind if I checked, would you?”

This smug little- You shoot him a strained smile and a thumbs-up that does not display your panic in any way. “Nnnnnnope, go right ahead!”

His own smile stretches. He stoops down to your height and surveys the shelf, default smile forming an unreadable expression that you’re not sure you want to uncover the meaning of. He speaks after a few moments. “This wasn’t here earlier.” He taps the spine of the newly added Brambly Hedge on the shelf for emphasis.

You swallow, arms locked at your sides. You question whether you’d prefer him accusing you of thievery or stupidity. 

He pulls it out and flips through the pages, gaze snapping back to you quizzically.

“How did it get here?” He muses out loud, putting you on the spot with a look that makes you freeze.

Your brain races to find an acceptable response other than the actual truth, and lying will only get you in more trouble. 

You pause. Moon can’t know. 

“Is Moon listening?” you probe.

He pauses, rays doing a half-spin before he responds, “Not at the moment.”

You seriously doubt that, but it’ll have to do. 

You’re so screwed. 

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, rushing what you want to say at speeds that leave your lungs gasping as you stumble over your words. “I noticed the older kidsandsometimesMoon get bored so I thought I could bring some booksforthemfromhome but I haven’t asked management forper-permissionyetIwasgonnadothatintoday’sreportsorryandthekidsreallylikedperterrabbitsoithoughtmaybethey’dlikethisonetoopleasedon’ttellmoonormanagementIcan’tlosethisjob.” 

Your eyes are tightly screwed shut by the end of your tirade, hands clenched into fists. You peek an eye open to find Sun not in front of you, but on the other side of the room.

Yep, you are so dead when naptime rolls around.

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Sun was at a sort of standstill with this new information. You were the one responsible for those books mysteriously piling up on their shelves, out of your own pocket, and you hadn’t thought to ask management? 

He hadn’t been lying when he told you Moon was absent: his brother was never active when Sun was out, preferring to stay offline unless called upon. 

He should tell Moon. This was probably something he’d want to know, something that could possibly get you fired. 

He paused. Would it get you fired? On one hand, you were required to report everything, including any changes you requested. On the other, you were the one paying for said changes, which meant the company didn’t have to do it themselves. If anything, they’d probably just issue you off with a warning and make you pay for everything.

Besides, while the Daycare was practically perfect in his humble opinion, he did have to admit he appreciated the new additions, and he wasn’t going to refuse the benefits, even if they were from you. 

Sun had a feeling his brother wouldn’t agree.

Another lightbulb flickered on in his head. You’d bought the books. He wondered what else you’d brought under the guise of management. 

He sighed, conflicted. You were right, the kids did like Peter Rabbit, along with every other book you’d brought in.

He supposed he could keep this little revelation to himself. Not for you, he reasoned, but for the kids. And speaking of the kids, a handful of them were already entering through the doors now, signaling the start of the day.

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Aaaaand that's a wrap! Hope that was up to standard :) Y/N seems to be getting a little worse, hehehe...and I suuure hope Moon doesn't find out about all this, that would make for an interesting confrontation...But yeah, the Assistant's basically been funding most of the stuff for the Daycare at this point. They buy groceries when Management forgets to, restocks for emergency supplies and cleaning stuff, and buys new things for the kids sometimes.

[lostlimerence]

Swimming Lessons

Billy stands waist deep in the pool, gaze locked on his current problem. Flecks of cool water spatter his chest as most of his gang of giddy brats splash and float about happily in his periphery. He would like to start the lesson, but one of his kids just isn’t playing ball.

Timmy stands defiant. Arms crossed, feet firmly planted. “I’m not coming in,” he announces for the second time that morning, punctuating himself with a little stomp of his foot, his face determined, his mind made up.

Billy sucks a deep breath in through his teeth and lets it out real slow, Timmy is normally one of his more confident kids, he can’t think what has brought this on, he grits his teeth slightly if his dad would take two seconds to speak to me, then maybe I’d have a bloody clue Billy thinks as he starts to probe.

“How come kid? You’re normally one of the first in!” Billy raises a brow in question and gestures towards the others who are clearly loving their extra long play time. The girls Steph and Ash, who normally play with Timmy, seem to be trying their very best to knock Matty and Joey off their floats in some sort of shark vs pirates game.

“Don’t wanna,” a typical six year old response that leaves Billy none the wiser. He frowns a little, worry pressing at his throat, this really isn’t like the kid.

He tries a different tactic “look Steph and Ash need your help, you can be another shark to help get the pirates,” he gestures again this time slightly more animatedly and Ash, bless her, pipes up “TimTim we really need your help,” a plea that immediately looses credibility as Steph, Billy’s strongest swimmer, tips both boys into the water with a triumphant cheer. Billy smirks with a little pride as he turns back to his problem child.

“No.” Timmy looks away from the others and stares resolutely at his feet.

Billy feels his irritation stirring a little, makes sure he takes a second to keep a lid on it, before turning to bribery “look kiddo I’ve got some ice lollies for after, how about if you come in and join the lesson then you can choose which flavour you want first?” as soon as the words leave his mouth he realises his mistake, feels it in the sudden stillness of the water. Turns his head ever so slowly to his right and looks down.

Four pairs of big wide eyes stare up at him. He waits for the inevitable as the silence hangs.

Joey breaks it first “Boooo Billy, I wanna choose first! I wanna! Why does Timmy get to? I wanna!!” his words are punctuated by the others, Matty slaps the water as he says “Nuh uh I want to, I won the golden dolphin last week!!,” Ash pipes in with just “Me, me, me!” and Steph laughs clearly enjoying the cacophony of noise they’re creating as she adds her own layer of “my turn, my turn, my turn!”

Billy grimaces, looks at Timmy hoping this headache has at least been worth it, but the boy is just looking at him shaking his head “Nope.” Billy’s eyebrow twitches, ok, he turns to the rabble at his side, who have turned to argue with each other about who will pick first, “whoever can hold the longest starfish gets to choose, count for each other and tell me who wins, and what do we need to remember?” Billy makes sure he looks each of them in the eye.

Matty gives him a gappy grin and says with a slight lisp “be kind and tell the truth.”

“Exactly, right little brats, get to it,” Billy dismisses them and focuses back on Timmy.

He sighs “can you please tell me why kid?”

Another short sharp shake of the head “not saying.”

Billy needs to start this lesson, thinks maybe he should be a little bit firmer so he pushes a bit of annoyance and a bit more command into his voice when he says the kids name again with a stern look “Timmy.”

He regrets it immediately. Tears prick the little boys eyes and his lower lip sticks out with a wobble. Shit. Billy feels his stomach drop to the floor, he’s never had one of his kids cry because of him before and the sight of Timmy is stirring something painful in him.

He wades closer to the side, pats the tile in-front of him, a gesture for the boy to sit down, tears still rolling Timmy lowers himself to sit on the edge. Billy gives him space but makes sure he’s close enough for the kid to hear “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have raised my voice, but I’m just a little worried kiddo you’re one of my best swimmers, I just want to understand so I can help yeah?” something seems to click there because Timmy gives a little nod and takes a deep shaky breath.

“Daddy and Mommy took me to the ocean and I wanted to show them how good I am, like how you say I am, but, but I got too deep and I got really scared and I think I’m actually not very good and and you said, you said, I need to ask you before I go in the ocean and I didn’t” he says it in a sob filled rush and Billy’s anger spikes because he’d told all his kids parents that they should discuss this kind of thing with Billy beforehand, and of course Timmy’s parents didn’t bother.

He gives Timmy a gentle smile and holds out his hand, which Timmy takes still sniffling. “You are an amazing swimmer Timmy, you’ve just had a little scare ok?” Timmy nods, “the ocean can be a little scary sometimes, and that’s why we’ve got to practice real hard before we go in too far,” Timmy nods again a little more forcefully “now we are having your lesson in a pool and I’m right here, can you just get in for me today? You don’t need to do anything else you can hold my hand the whole lesson or you can sit on a float ok?” Timmy nods again, clenches a little fist to rub the tears from his eyes and slides into the pool still holding onto Billy.

They wade over to the others together, and they all rush to tell Billy who the winner of the starfish competition was, he tells them they’ll deal with the lollies later and begins the lesson properly.

A little later, when Timmy is still right by Billy’s side as the others do a few widths of the pool, he glances down at the kid and says “you know I’m really proud of you kiddo,” and Timmy beams up at him “you’re the best teacher ever Billy!” and Billy doesn’t quite know how to handle the feeling that hits him right in the heart, so he just smiles back and thinks maybe these kids can teach me something too.

Inspo @stranger-rants and @sonneillonv post re Billy teaching kids to swim.

[those-late-night-feels]

Letters

Part 2

Summary: Writing everything down should help you process your feelings. Somehow it always turns into letters to him.

Warnings: Grief, angst, eventual smut.

Feb. 4

Natasha stopped by today–brought a bottle of Zin to catch up. It was nice to have a distraction. She asked how I was doing, but it's easier to lie with a smile than dig into whatever this is…even I don't know. Emptiness?

We sat on the balcony, swapping war stories while watching the tide come in. It reminded me of that night in the common area of the tower. Too much to drink, getting rowdy and stupid, sharing way too much with one another. 

You sat back, reminiscing. Sam and Bucky egging everyone on to share stories of their misdeeds–times when they hadn't been the perfect, stand-up Avengers. Loki sat in a corner, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms, relishing in this side of the team. Sam shared a tryst he'd had with twins; Tony recalled a pornographic escapade during his playboy days with some unnamed celebrities. Wanda shared the cons she would run with her brother once upon a time. You could feel their eyes start to drift toward you. Clearing your throat, you brought back a memory that felt like a lifetime ago. "Before I joined this team, I was part of an undercover operation to assist in infiltrating large crime organizations. I was only supposed to be a cocktail server, slip by their security, grab the intel while the team disabled the cameras and leave before anyone suspected a thing. Everything was going according to plan, until one of the Narcossi brothers decided he needed an extra hit upstairs. We were both shocked when we found each other in the study, but he was the only one who showed it. I played it off like I'd followed him upstairs, that I desperately desired him, and then performed my first impromptu strip tease."

"Wait," Natasha interrupted. "The Narcossi brothers? Didn't one of them OD?"

You smirked. "That was the official report."

Sam choked on his drink mid-sip. "Did he OD on that pus–"

"Sam!" A balled-up napkin hit him in the chest. "He didn't get that far. He took a few more hits while I stripped down to a few flimsy lacy garments. Men tend to lower their guard when you're standing in front of them in only heels and a thong." From the corner of your eye, you saw Loki slowly lean forward.  "He turned to take another hit and I shot a serum into him that would take down an elephant."

"Boooo!" Sam yelled. "Come on, you tease!"

Awkwardly you stood in your inebriated state. "Sorry team, that's all I got tonight." 

Was that the first time you desired me? Or the first time you'd admit it to yourself? Following me back to my room, scaring the hell out of me outside my door. Do you remember what you had said? "Tell me, y/n. Have you stripped down for many men?"

You were standing so close I could smell Thor's mead on your breath. I barely heard the question and shook my head. 

"Interesting," you had whispered, and took a strand of my hair in your fingers. "And what exactly were you wearing when you stripped down?"

Were you teasing me, or were you intrigued? At the time, I couldn't tell. I grabbed the hand fiddling with my hair and with a cheeky smirk, told you, "Something skin tight and green underneath." 

You should have seen the look on your face when I told you goodnight and slipped into my room alone. 

Feb. 20

How can I miss someone so terribly that I hardly knew? Sometimes I am so angry with you, for making me feel this way and then leaving. I'd never tell you to your face (you were cocky enough as it was), but you were so much greater than most of us. But, even now, I don't think I'd ever be as mad as that other time (you know the one).

The team had been called together for a meeting with Fury and Hill, giving updates on the developments around the world, including Istanbul and a new subset that popped up in Liechtenstein. 

"We'll need to set up a team for a covert operation. Loki, I'd like to see you in there this time. Y/n, Dr. Pham gave you a green light. I figured you'd want to be there as well."

Internally ecstatic to finally be away from the mind numbing desk work while on medical leave, you turned to Loki. He stared ahead, jaw clenched. "Might I suggest that Thor and I take the lead on this one? It wouldn't be our first time handling this type of group."

"Not this time," Fury said, eyeing you. "Y/n has the stealth we need and she's familiar with the operation."

He slowly nodded as Maria handed the logistics sheet and went over the timeline of the mission.

As you made your way back to the compound to prepare, the tension was thick. What was wrong with him? Did he not trust you?

Leather jumpsuit zipped up, the katana was strapped to your back, a knife to your ankle, throwing stars on your hip. Waiting for the final word from Hill to take off, you found him alone, dressed in green and black leather, ready for battle. He glanced your way, jaw silently working again. "Will you please spit out what your problem is so we can move on?"

His head cocked to the side, obviously not expecting the outburst. "Do I have a problem?"

"Well you certainly would rather have Thor on this mission than me."

His smile was menacing. "Yes, I would rather have the God of Thunder at my side than the mortal who couldn't handle this mission the last time."

Pursed lips, your face burned, his words a kick to your gut. "We were ambushed."

"Indeed."

Internally, rage pulsed through your veins. How dare he think of you as incapable! "We all have made mistakes before, even the mighty Thor. I'm still valuable on this mission."

He took a daring step forward. "Little girl with a big stick. Take that away and what are you?" 

The handle of the katana was like an extension of your arm as it was unsheathed. "Come and find out."

His daggers appeared in his hands as you wielded the sword. He came at you quickly, more agile than you were used to with humans. Even alien invaders weren't like this, taking you by surprise. But you had trained with the best of them. Natasha had taught you stealth, Steve had taught you strength, Tony had taught you courage, and Clint had taught your precision. But you had taught yourself control. And when he came at your left, the katana swung, but instead of moving against him like he'd anticipated, you followed with. The sword could have sliced him open, you were better than he had imagined, but you held back the sharp blade centimeters from his skin. 

"Are you satisfied?" you asked breathlessly.

"Almost," he responded and reached palm to your forehead. Your eyes rolled back and he saw everything–the training you went through, the agony of losing everyone you loved before finding your way to the Avengers, every mission you'd taken, every battle you fought, every fear and desire you held. And when he let go of you, you knew that he knew everything. But the words that left his lips were not what you expected.

"You're a virgin…"

[farity]

Hail to the King

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen and OFC

Summary: Modern AU with High School QB Aegon and new student OFC - includes other AU characters from GOT and HOTD because I like them and I choose to ignore the garbage that were seasons 7 and 8.

Warnings: Future smut

“Why don’t you tell us something about yourself?”

“Like we care.”

Liv heard the words from the back of the classroom, the snickers and giggles from the surrounding students.  

She identified the culprit, a smug-faced boy with white blond hair who now looked angelically at her.  Except for the smirk he couldn’t quite contain.

He was dressed in athletic gear and football shoulder pads.

Of course.

“I’m Liv, my dad just bought the local distillery so here we are.”

“Hellyer’s?” asked another boy in shoulder pads.  “Nice!  So, lots of booze at your house, right?”

Liv looked at him, tilted her head, and turned to the teacher.  “Can I sit now?”

* * * * * 

New school.  New house.  Same old bullshit.

Liv made it through the first day having learned that gossip was a particular specialty of this school.  In every single class she was asked if she had lots of booze in her house.  In every single class he was there, the obnoxious boy she eventually learned was the quarterback of the school football team.  The king of the school.  

There was always a group of boys surrounding him, laughing at everything he said, competing with the girls trying to catch his eye.  

In every single class he glared at her and by the end of the day she hoped he and his buddies weren’t into gang raping new students.  Boys like that, they were never good news.

She’d brought her own lunch so she didn’t have to deal with the cafeteria, and spent her time sitting under a tree, wondering if maybe her dad could have had a different job so they didn’t move every couple of years.  At least it was her senior year, and then she could go to college and decide where and when she moved to.

“New girl!”

It was a female voice, and she looked up to see a redhead, a brunette, and a girl with the same white blond hair as the obnoxious boy.

I’ve seen this porno, thought Liv.

“Wow, one of each, did y’all plan that?”

The redhead smiled.  “Not really.  I heard you’re like, super smart, and we wanted to work out a deal with you.”

“Well, this should be interesting,” Liv replied.

The girls sat around her, detailing their plan.  Liv helped them all with their college essays so they could get into good colleges and they would hang out with her, befriend her and generally help her navigate the school hierarchy.

“I’m dating the running back, Robb,” the brunette said.  “We’ve been together for a year now.” 

She had a pixie-ish face with wide eyes and long brown hair, and her name was Margaery.  The blue-eyed redhead was Sansa, Robb’s sister, and the petite blond was Dany, and she was dating some guy from another school.

“It gets pretty intense when our team plays theirs,” Dany was saying.  “The Dothrakis are pretty hard core and Drogo always ends up beating the shit out of Aegon when he tackles him.”

Liv didn’t understand a bunch of the words Dany said, but pretended to be interested.  “What’s a Drogo and what’s an Aegon?”

Dany got this lovey-dovey look in her eyes.  “Drogo is my boyfriend, he is part of the offensive line of the Dothrakis, and Aegon is my cousin, he’s the quarterback here.  You might have seen him, hair like mine?”

Ah.  Aegon the asshole.

Liv shrugged, “I’ve met so many people today.  But yes, I will help you, and no, I don’t have booze at my house.  My dad is all about the business side, not the drinking part.”

* * * * * 

There had been a disappointed chorus of “boooo” when she’d told the girls about the no booze situation, but all in all, it was good to at least have a couple of people to be semi-friendly with.

Helping with their college essays shouldn’t be much of a problem, Liv thought.  They had good ideas, they just needed some refinement and focus, and some upgrades on the vocabulary they used, and the essays would get noticed.

Homework was a breeze, her classes were easy, and she noticed there was a bulletin board on the school website listing various after school jobs.  Some cash might not be a bad thing.  She didn’t have a car, so getting a job elsewhere was not very likely, but she was within walking distance to the school.

“After school health aide.”

That might work, she could put it on her resume and it would help with her college prospects.  Plus, she was sure most of the time would be free for her to do homework or read a book.  She clicked on the Apply button and began entering her information.

* * * * * 

“I heard there is a new student?”

Aegon rolled his eyes.  “Yeah, some stuck up kid who barely talks, her dad bought Hellyer’s or something,” he added, stuffing his face with his mom’s beef stew.

“Stuck up?” his sister Helaena asked. 

“The teacher asked her to talk about herself and she could barely be bothered.  Stuck up,” he replied through a mouthful of food.

His mother, Alicent, shook her head at him, “Aegon, really, could you not eat like a peasant?  Manners, please!”

Helaena smiled at him, “Burn, Aegon.”

He made a face at her.  “Where’s Aemond?”

Alicent smiled, “he’s doing some tutoring online.”

“Of course he is.  Fucking nerd.”

“Aegon!”

“Sorry, mom.”

He pretended to be annoyed when Alicent walked around the table and placed a gentle kiss on top of his head, ruffling his hair.  But he couldn’t hide his smile from Helaena.

* * * * * 

She was in every single one of his goddamn classes.  At least she kept to herself, but it kind of bothered him that she didn’t pay attention to him.  Maybe he could get some intel from Dany, since they seemed to be hanging out now.  

“Hey cuz, what’s with the new weirdo?”

Dany didn’t answer and he glanced over at his cousin.  

“Hey!”

“Sheesh, Aegon, I’m talking to Drogo!”

“That fucker dislocated my shoulder last game,” Aegon muttered.  It had been a clean hit, he couldn’t call Drogo a dirty player.  The Dothrakis were known for their lack of penalties and their flawless execution.  Still, his shoulder had hurt.  “What’s with the new girl?  Is she a fucking weirdo or something?”

“Awww, is she ignoring Mr Quarterback?  Oh shit, I got lab, my three lizard eggs are about to hatch.  Later!”

Goddamnit.

He kinda forgot how good Dany was at reading people.

He grabbed his stuff, ready to go to practice.  At least there he was appreciated.

* * * * * 

“Here, all you need to do and read it and put it in your own words.  I just changed some stuff around.”  Liv handed Margaery a couple of typed pages.

“Why not just email it to me?”

“Because you can trace emails.  I’m not ruining my chances to get into a good school.”

“I would never-  hey Aegon, how was practice?”

Liv kept herself entertained by putting her folders away, not turning around as Margaery chatted with Aegon.  They were still talking when she was done so she checked her phone for any messages from her dad.  Nope.  Nothing.  Goddamnit.  

She turned around.  Margaery was chatting about a party she was hosting that weekend, and Aegon . . . Aegon was shirtless.  

Fuck.

In the late afternoon sun, his tousled hair looked like a halo around his face.  He was sweaty, there were grass stains on his uniform, and while Margaery didn’t seem to notice his half-dressed status, Liv was definitely noticing.

“Are you going?”

Liv realized both of them were looking at her.  “Going to what?”

Aegon smirked, shifted his weight to his other foot.

“I’m throwing a party Saturday night, I’ll text you my address.”  Margaery 

“Awesome,” Liv replied, wanting to get the fuck out of this conversation.  “I’ll see if I can make it.  Catch you later.”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he just had to be hot, didn’t he?  Fuck this place.  Fuck this school.  

* * * * * 

Liv spent the weekend catching up on her podcasts and hanging out with her dad.  She didn’t go to Margaery’s party, instead decided to finish building shelves for her new room.  

“You.”

She turned from putting her books in her locker to find Aegon walking towards her.  

“Why the fuck didn’t you go to the party?”

“Excuse me?”

“You think you’re too fucking good for us or something?  What kind of bum fuck town did you come here from that you think you’re too good for us?”

Liv raised her hands.  “Whoa! First of all I was busy, second of all we moved here from New York, and third, no, I don’t think I’m too good for anybody.”

“You hurt Margaery’s feelings,” he stepped closer to her and Liv stepped back against the locker.  “I don’t like people hurting my friends’ feelings so you better fucking apologize to her.”

“What the fuck is your problem?  I just moved here.  My shit’s all in boxes and I was busy!”

She moved to step around him but Aegon was faster, slapping a hand against the locker next to hers, blocking her way.  Liv grabbed his wrist to move him out of the way but his arm didn’t budge.  She moved to go the other way and his other arm moved to block her way.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

He didn’t say anything, was only looking from her eyes to her mouth.

“I will kick you in the balls if you don’t move,” Liv threatened.  Her breathing was coming in fast, and she realized his eyes were a shade of blue that was almost purple.

“Tell me, new girl,” he leaned in and whispered.  “You like seeing me without my shirt on?”

Liv felt a rush of anger and her knee flew up as promised.  Aegon dodged it easily, but then she slammed her palm into his nose and he fell back a step, grabbing his nose.  “Fuck!”

She slammed her locker door shut and walked away, not looking back.

* * * * * 

“Honey, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much.  How are you?”

“I’m good, dad.  I hope the dining table gets here soon,” Liv laughed as she placed two slices of pizza on a plate and set it on a moving box in the center of the room.

“How’s school?”

Liv rolled her eyes mentally.  “Fine.  Same old same old.  I did my first shift in the health office.”

“Oh yeah, how was that?”

“A girl came in with a splinter and I took it out.  She filmed it for her TikTok.”

* * * * * 

He wanted to murder her.  Or fuck her.  He wasn’t quite sure which, but the fact that she hadn’t broken his nose only slightly lessened his homicidal rage. 

They had a big game against the Dothraki that Friday and if that fucking transplant had broken his nose, the coach would have pulled him out.

He knew she liked him.  He’d caught her almost drooling when he’d stopped to chat with Margery after practice.  He didn’t think she was particularly fuckable but the fact that she pretended to not give a shit about him was getting annoying. 

She did have pretty, shiny hair, one of his weaknesses, and was always putting lip balm on.  He could slather something else all over her mouth, Aegon thought, laughing to himself.  She didn’t wear makeup, or do anything to her hair.  He thought people from New York were supposed to be cool.  Maybe she was from some bum fuck nowhere town upstate with more cattle than people.  Did they have cattle in New York?

“Something to contribute, Mr Targaryen?”

Oh shit.  He was in class.  

“Sorry, no, just . . . “

“Laughing by yourself.”

He glared at her.  Not that she noticed because she was doodling in her notebook.  If he’d been sitting behind her he would have tipped over her chair.

“Whatever, Olivia,” he snapped.

The teacher smiled at Liv, “Her name’s not Olivia, it’s actually-”

“It’s okay,” Liv piped up.  “Don’t worry about it.”

Aegon looked from the teacher to Liv.  “Wait, what’s your name, then?”

“You were talking about the devastating ramifications of colonization?”  Liv asked brightly, and the teacher continued her lecture.

What the fuck?

He spent the rest of the class thinking of girls’ names that could be shortened to Liv and couldn’t think of any.

* * * * * 

The only good thing about using the laundromat was the peace and quiet.  With her dad working from home, she borrowed the car to run some errands, including laundry.  Liv began stuffing one of the washers with clothes, then turned when she heard the door open.

Are you motherfucking kidding me.

Aegon walked in, pulling a cart with what seemed like two dozen football uniforms.  He saw her, rolled his eyes, and headed to the opposite side of the laundromat.

She ignored him as best she could, even though she could hear his music through his earbuds.  Well, she wouldn’t be the one who would go deaf by 20.  She’d left her detergent in the car so she went out, leaving Aegon stuffing dirty uniforms in one of the washers.

When she came back, he was sitting by the door, doing something on his phone.  She added the detergent and started the cycles, then pulled our her history book and began reading next week’s chapters.  

He’d selected the quick cycle - of course he did - so an hour later he had filled his cart with clean, dry uniforms while there were still five minutes to go on her washers.  He left to pack everything into his car, and drove off.

“Need anything from the store, dad?” she called home to ask her father.

“No, honey, thank you for taking care of things, Liv, I really appreciate it.”

When it was time to switch the clothes to dryers, she opened the washer with all the white bedding and clothing and gasped.

Everything was pink.

No, no, no, no, no!!!!

She began pulling things out frantically, letting everything fall on the floor, until she found the one piece of clothing she’d been looking for.

“No.”

Liv began to cry, holding up the white sweater, now mottled with pink splotches.

* * * * * 

Aegon watched from across the parking lot through his phone camera, laughed when Liv first opened the washer, laughed when she started freaking out. 

Then he stopped laughing when she crumpled to the floor, clearly in distress.

“It’s just some fucking sheets, drama queen,” he said out loud, rolling his eyes.  Hell, he’d buy her some new sheets if they meant so fucking much to her.  

She was holding something up, not a sheet, not a pillowcase, but just as full of pink stains as the rest of that load.  She buried her face in it and continued sobbing, and he decided maybe he should see what the hell not-Olivia was so worked up about.

He drove across the lot and parked next to her car, got out, and slowly opened the door.

When she turned around, her eyes went from devastated to angry, and Aegon decided maybe he shouldn’t have come back.

“You did this!”  She pulled out the damp red socks he had tied together and stuffed into the washer when she went to get her detergent.  She hiccupped and he almost laughed, but he decided maybe that was not a good idea.  “You fucking did this!”

She flew at him, and began hitting him in the face with the pair of socks.  

“Jesus, it was a joke, what the fuck is your problem?” he put up his hands, dodging the pair of socks but not the hard slap she gave him.

“You are a fucking asshole and I fucking hate you!” she was crying and screaming and he grabbed her wrists to get her to stop hitting him.  

“Okay, okay, relax, I’ll replace the sheets, ok?”

She let her hands go limp, and when he released them, she went to the bundle of formerly white laundry on the floor.

“Can you replace this?” she held up a cabled sweater, full of pinkish stains like the rest of the laundry.

“I’m sure I can find something like it.”

She launched herself at him, shoving him back so hard, he hit the machines against the wall.

“Fucking hell, what the fuck-”

She kicked his shin, and Aegon had just about had enough of this shit.  Some dumb cable sweater?  Ok, he could ask Dany to find something like it.  For fuck’s sake, he wouldn’t have thought her to be so particular about her clothes.  Not the way she dressed.

“You fucking can’t!” she screamed in his face.  She covered her mouth and took a few breaths.

If she was going to barf on him, he would so fucking leave her here and not feel sorry for her stupid ass.

“It was my mother’s,” Liv said softly, looking at the ruined sweater.  She looked up at him and he thought he hadn’t seen eyes sadder than hers, probably ever.  “It was my mom’s.”

There was a question on the tip of his tongue, but he wouldn’t ask.  Nope, Aegon thought, not asking.  

Because he had a really bad feeling about what the answer was going to be.

* * * * * 

[snwusberry]

warning(s): language, name calling (someone gets called a whore once)

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kaya's point of view

i don't know what i'm doing here. i honestly should've just stayed home like jongho and miyeon did but alas, here i am.

"at least pretend you're having fun." beomgyu whispers to me which earns him a glare.

"i am having fun, what you mean?"

"as if."

christmas is a week away, why the fuck am i in a forest toasting marshmallows?

yeonjun thought it would be a good idea to organise a little getaway to relax and unwind before the hectic christmas schedule starts. jongho immediately declined because he simply didn't want to spend his days freezing in a tent and he was so real for that because here we all are huddled over the fire wearing layers to keep warm.

"next christmas we go to phi phi islands, i can't do this." i complain and everyone laughs but i simply don't recall making a joke.

beomgyu comes back from wherever he went to, this time with a blanket and he sits down next to me so he can wrap hos arm around me and cover both of us with the blanket. a small gesture that never fails to warm my heart.

"i know!" soobin exclaims causing all of us to turn to him, startled at the whole his sudden outburst. "let's sing campfire songs."

groans go around the fire and mrs choi throws something into the fire. "boooo."

"okay."

"you know, when beomgyu and i started dating, i was so nervous to meet you all. i mean, granted, i had before then but that was just as taehyun and yeosang's sister. meeting you all as beomgyu's girlfriend was something different." i tell them all out of nowhere.

all i hear is the cracking of the fire in front of us accompanied by the other sounds of nature. everyone has their attention on me.

"he assured me there was nothing to worry about and he was right. you're all some of the most welcoming people and i'm glad i get to spend yet another christmas with you guys."

"aww kaya, where is this coming from?" mrs choi asks and i shrug.

"i felt the same." hayoon speaks up and we turn to her, now focusing on her. "i remember i was also extremely nervous seven years ago, yeonjun and i were both nothing but young teenagers and so imagine here i am, 17 years old about to meet my boyfriend's family for the first time. i was terrified but you all accepted me as part of the family since then and i thought you were all just sticking around being kind, waiting for us to break up but it was all in my head." she tells us with tears forming in her eyes and yeonjun who is right next to her outs his arm around her shoulder which warms my heart to see.

"we liked you from the get go. both of you. we saw how happy you made our babies so who are we to stand in your way?"

"who's the baby?" beomgyu asks and i nudge him.

"story is, all three of you girls brought extra happiness to the family. miyoung did the impossible. you remember how jongho was hellbent on not getting married?" mrs choi asks, turning to her husband who nods. "now look at them, married, happier than ever. hayoon came in and brightened yeonjun's life a whole lot, dare i say he smiles a lot more now and here you guys are, parents to the most beautiful baby girl the world has eyer seen."

the couple smile widely, hiding their red faces.

she's not wrong. minji is quite literally the cutest baby i've ever seen and i've seen my baby pictures.

"then here's kaya. you being related to both my sons' friends was not a coincidence. you know, with beomgyu being the youngest, i was more sceptical at first but getting to know you over dinner immediately put my mind at ease. soobin when are you getting into a relationship for goodness sake." she says, finishing her speech calling soobin out who was not expecting it in the slightest bit.

"hold on..."

"you're the only single one in the house my dear."

"that's not true, san is also single." he defends but yeonjun butts in.

"yeah but he's a whore."

"hey, don't say that about your brother." mr choi scolds making us laugh. "it's best if we ignore that aspect of his life."

there's no way...

his statement earns him a hit upside the head by mrs choi.

"you know what? let it stay that way." he says causing laughs to erupt from anyone.

"go back to kaya and beomgyu. they're the only unmarried couple he-" soobin says but he stops talking almost immediately, his eyes shifting around. beomgyu tensed up next to me too. what's this about?

"we'll get married when we're ready." beomgyu quickly says and i nod.

we've spoken about it quite a few times here and there and tge conversations always end with us planning the actual day so i guess you could say we are ready but in no rush.

"just say you don't wanna put a ring on it." i tease and he coughs and everyone around the fire gets a bit shifty.

okay what's going on?

san's point of view

no way in fucking hell this is happening right now.

"bro how do you get stomach flu at your geriatric age?" wooyoung asks seonghwa who's laying in bed, completely out of it. "we're viewing houses today."

"you think i don't know that asshole?" seonghwa groans, throwing a pillow at wooyoung.

"well we still have to go. someone will have to be mr park for the day." yeosang tells us and almost immediately.

"NOT IT!" wooyoung and i both say at tge same time and i kid you not, yeosang glitched in real time.

"good morning mr park. my name is gary. you mentioned bringing some company?" the man greets with a wide smile and yeosang nods.

"yeah they're here."

as if it's some big reveal, wooyoung and i get out of the car and the man's eyes widen when they land on me. aww he remembers me.

"good morning." we greet him and he greets back with a smile.

"well. let's get started then."

he walks us through the first half like normal, talking about tge neighbourhood, the surrounding areas, what's nearby, all that boring stuff.

now look, we planned everything except how to bring up the ring and that's when it struck me. i left after losing. what if he gambled it away.

"can i talk to them for a second?" i ask and he nods.

i take them a bit farther from gary so i can talk a bit louder because yeosang doesn't like whispering noises. little bitch.

"what's up?"

"guys what if he doesn't have the ring? like what if he gambled it away?" i ask them and their eyes widen at the revelation.

"what do we do then?"

"excuse me. i didn't mean to eavesdrop but sir, you mentioned a ring?" gary says, and we all turn to him.

well, we're fucked.

[jamscandraw]

Sturphy 69 lol

Goddamnit should have seen that coming (it's not even a funny 69 question boooo)

69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

There's a lot about Murph's past that Steve doesn't know about - it's not that they're intentionally hiding it from him, there's just so much stuff that happened and it doesn't get brought up in conversation very often. Steve doesn't know about Murph being tortured in prison, or all the things they had to steal to survive, or all the times they hurt people (and sort of enjoyed it). Murph wants to leave that part of their life behind them, and the fewer people know about it the easier that is.

Steve is pretty open and honest about everything, but he's also reluctant to talk about his past and the (in hindsight, clearly awful) things he was asked to do as part of the Emperor's Coven. His biggest secret is that he feels partly responsible for the death of Murph's father (even though he wasn't directly involved, he felt like he could have done something to prevent it) and he will never tell them that.

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[jinsoulfromlewna]

𝗣𝗬𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗗 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘'𝗦 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌 how the pyramid game characters show they're undying love for you! as subtle as it may be or as obvious as possible

𝖺/n god this kdrama is SOO good! i know it's a bit new but i got sad at the lack of fics ;(

btw, eunjueng n yerim don't like eachother here (boooo!!)

S𝖴𝖭𝖦 𝖲𝖮𝖮-𝖩𝖨

this main character almost curses herself for falling in love with you! i mean, sure, you're talented, nice.. amazing.. pretty.. but she's trying to destroy the pyramid game! and you're distracting her so much. maybe talking to you and sitting next to you in half of your classes will help, yeah!

she sweats, trying to start any small talk with you. of course, it's not obvious at all. sooji has a talent of acting calm and stuff. when she asks you the time, and you turn on your phone to reveal the time and coincidentally, what song your headphones are playing, she quickly makes a conversation with you about the artist. you quickly become friends.

but like.. it's just for you to join them in defeating the game! at least that's what she tells jaeun.

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𝖬𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖠-𝖤𝖴𝖭

ja-eun has always liked you, you were the only reason she kinda.. stayed alive during her continuous years of being grade F. you (mostly) always stayed in grade C but even if you moved into D, or even F, you were always with her. one time, you actually moved into the F grade with her and she won't ever forget how you giggled on the floor with her after getting beat up.

she hated that moment, but loved seeing you giggling over the saddest things, really.

she always admired you a lot, and that special friendship slowly turned into love. she would feel special as you reject your other, more popular, friends to eat with the school's outcast.

you were one of the first people she brought home, and you even called her mom once! though, it hurt when you introduced yourself as her friend. she wanted to be more, so, so badly.

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𝖡𝖠𝖤𝖪 𝖧𝖠-𝖱𝖨𝖭

harin never really.. liked you. you thought, because she would always stare at you with that lifeless, shiver inducing stare. you never really understood why everyone liked her so much because of this.

but it was all wrong, harin liked you a whole lot. but god knows she would rather die than admit that. she's secretly praying for the day you confess your secret love for her, as you ramble how you were too shy to say so because she's so rich and popular and pretty, and then she interrupts you with a kiss and-

"ha-rin! c'mon, let's go to lunch!"

ugh. well, fantasies aside, you were already hers the moment she stared into those beautiful orbs of yours.

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𝖨𝖬 𝖸𝖤-𝖱𝖨𝖬

this idol trainee has always been head over heels for you since you two met! she found you very interesting to say the least, and having lunch with you and eunjeong has.. made her realize some things. like her sexuality

but she brushes it off, not wanting to ruin the friendship you have. to show her love (in a normal, 100% platonic way) constantly buys you stuff like snacks you seem to enjoy, or gifts you might like. she also invites you on shopping sprees, on "friend dates", or to her house to have a sleepover together! or yours, she wouldn't mind either

just be careful when ogling something you want or even show the minimum interest in when on a hangout with her, because you will find it on your desk the day after. maybe with a letter... a flower or two.. or a dozen..

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𝖲𝖤𝖮 𝖣𝖮-𝖠𝖧

probably the hardest to catch on to. she's a bit cold and tough to crack but after she realizes the tad crush she has on you, it'll be easier to talk with her. if you're lucky you might even get a moment of her smiling!

she always pressures you to study for finals or midterms, well, exams in general. she video calls you sometimes but like, just to be sure you're doing that project due thursday at first period, not because she wants to see that cute little face of yours- i mean, what?

even after all that pressure from her to study, you don't do it as much as she does, so when the teacher isn't looking you whisper into her ear. "do-ah, what's the answer to number 17?" and while she usually never replies when it's someone else, she can make an excuse for you. "a." she whispers back.

after the exam results, you two walk out of school together, you were going to say farewell but she interrupts you. "hey. you owe me for giving you the answer." do-ah was never the one to do things like that, but you complied. "how about a dat- uh, a hangout at a restaurant o-or the movies?" you smiled. getting close to her, you whisper in her ear. "to a restaurant, ey? hehe, a date it is."

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𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖶𝖮𝖮-𝖩𝖨

this cutesy girl had the biggest friend crush on you since you met! i mean you were so pretty and kind, who wouldn't wanna be your friend?! she'd try and eat lunch with you everyday, she'd sit next to you whenever she can (in and out of class) and just really tries to spend time with you whenever she can!

as you get more used to her being all over you all the time, you give in and accept being her friend. i mean, it's not like you ignored her but you kinda thought she was weird and stuff. yet now, she's one of your best friends!

she's with you at all times, and you were there for her when baek ha-rin yelled at her and you were there when she didn't have anyone. when you hugged her, and said everything was going to be okay, wiping her tears as you stared into her eyes, she knew you were the one.

the one for her. she smiled. <3

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𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖣𝖠-𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭

while she's an absolute bitch to everyone else, that changes completely when you're around. she even gets a bit lively, but obviously she's still super mean, in a teasing way!!

she hooks an arm around your shoulder as you two walk together to class, cutting off anyone who wants to try and flirt with you. whenever she's bullying a grade F, just tell her to hangout with you, especially in that tone when she can tell you're sad about her actions, she'll leave them alone immediately.

you're one of the only people she goes to so she can vent and stuff, a lot of times she goes to your house (when your parents aren't around, obviously) and smokes or drinks liquor as she talks about her problems. you're a real comfort for her, well, your presence in general is.

if you ever get into grade F (unlikely, because she has like over half the class threatened to vote for you plus your friends and her), let's say the 'bullying' is a bit different. you guys are just friends, yeah, but she still teases you by saying stuff like how about you give me a kiss?

and well, who are you to reject what a grade A says, right?

written by @jinsoulfromlewna. please do not repost or translate without consent.

[littlcfreaks-archive]

only mason's delf depricating comment tugged dante's gaze up from his shoes, "that's not true. i don't know that." mess was not even in the top ten words that dante would have used to describe mason; he was so much of what dante wished he could be that sometimes he wondered if he ventured into idolizing him (when he typically preferred to be the one idolized). a position that he wasn't sure how to handle, the unexpected had always pulled dante in, had always captured his attention and the realization only made his heart beat in his chest; that it was just another way that mason was keeping him trapped, "you really don't see yourself, do you? man, i thought i was bad about that shit." clearly mason's reasponse had done little (read: nothing) to change the way that dante had grown to think about mason. his admission brought a wide, bright smile to his face, "yeah? so its working then? you wanna fuck me and i haven't even touched you? and you say i'm the one desperate for you...." his voice trails off, tongue clicking against his teeth, "just like last time - so fucking desperate for me."a groan falls from his lips, "its the perfect place for it; where would be better? cloud six or whatever its called? boooo-ring, expected. live a little." dante really could have sat there all night, watching mason get more and more worked up over each comment he made about them fucking, sipping on drinks. each comment he made was designed to work mason up more, "that's right - addicted to your cock and you won't let me have it. thought we were friends... but you're gonna let me go into withdrawals instead." he wasn't really sure what to expect when mason indicated that he finish his drink, and normally, he might have put up more of a fight, but the grip on his wrist told him he might not be able to after this. so the liquid was tipped down his throat, laughing as mason pulled him towards the exit, his glass deposited on a table on their way out, "oop - dad's mad." it took every ounce of self control to not wrap his free arm around mason's hips - only stopped by his respect for mason's clear boundaries about public - ones that dante would never dare to dream of crossing, even to satisfy his own desires. so he settled for the giggles that fell from his lips and his fingers brushing against the fingers that gripped onto his wrist.

the  two  of  them  didn't  even  know  each  other  that  long  but  for  some  reason,  it  was  like  mason  already  knew  so  much  about  dante.  her  knew  that  with  the  sudden  question  he  had  asked  the  answer  could  and  probably  would  be  just  as  unexpected  —  and  dante  didn't  fail  to  surprise  him  yet  again.  part  of  him  considered  it  to  be  a  joke  but  he  could  see  how  it  was  seemingly  more  difficult  for  dante  to  say,  compared  to  the  playful  wit  that  was  the  default.  his  lips  parted  to  respond  but  his  throat  felt  dry  and  he  didn't  have  anything  ready  yet,  as  much  as  he  wanted  to  assure  the  other.  he  couldn't.  "don't  say  that  —  i'm  a  fucking  mess  and  you  know  it."  his  words  sounded  almost  bitter  and  cold  hues  were  now  avoiding  eye  contact.  as  much  as  the  young  beauvais  liked  receiving  compliments,  mason  usually  just  had  a  hard  time  believing  them.  it  was  almost  physically  impossible  to  say  them  habitually  instead  of  meaning  them  from  the  bottom  of  his  heart.  yet  that  didn't  mean  he  wouldn't  forget  dante  saying  this  —  hoped  the  way  mason  had  replied  didn't  leave  behind  a  sour  taste.  perhaps  the  way  there  was  so  little  distance  between  them  was  distracting  enough.  mason's  jaw  tightened  at  the  way  the  other  lured  him  in,  having  to  resist  the  desire  existing  in  every  inch  of  his  body  to  go  for  a  kiss.  "you're  sure  not  making  it  easy  for  me."  he  sassed  back,  wetting  his  lips  as  he  tried  not  to  let  his  thoughts  wandered  off.  dante  was  attractive  —  he  kept  realizing  that  over  and  over  again  as  he  saw  him  in  another  lighting  and  with  an  expression  that  was  slightly  different  from  how  that  smile  appeared  the  previous  time.  it  made  mason  realise  just  how  screwed  he  was  right  now  and  how  he  didn't  even  feel  bad  about  it.  "dance  on  me?  that  definitely  sounds  like  this  is  the  wrong  place  for  that."  he  grabbed  his  vodka  as  soon  as  it  was  ready  and  took  a  sip.  anything  to  keep  him  somewhat  occupied  as  the  reference  of  them  fucking  made  the  air  in  the  room  feel  thicker.  "one  weekend  —  and  you're  addicted  to  my  cock."  mason's  vile  language  was  surprising  even  himself,  but  he  couldn't  forget  where  he  was.  people  always  ended  up  spreading  rumours  about  him  and  right  now,  he  was  asking  for  one  to  emerge.  "no,  you're  not."  the  hold  on  dante's  wrist  solidified  again  and  mason  downed  his  drink.  after  making  a  gesture  for  the  other  to  do  the  same,  he  pulled  to  lead  the  way  towards  the  exit. 

[cellophaine]

Hi, congratulations on your followers milestone! I gotta say that I love all your Matt fics but the one I love the most is Adore You, is really good and is the one that got me into Matt fics.

I have a little prompt for you, can you do one were is Matt’s bday but he doesn’t want to do a big deal about it but reader has another plans about how are they going to spend his birthday.

A Normal Day

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: Thank you sm Anon!! 🖤 I'm still shocked to this day at the fact that there are so many people enjoy that one-shot (it's my most liked piece).

I hope you'll enjoy this little thing I came up with! The name for it still needs some work, please feel free to make suggestions :)

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Matt sighed, resting his head on the cushion in the back of a cab. Today was a weird day, to say the least. You were late for work, and no one could reach you. His calls rolled into your voicemail like gravels on a steep hill. Lunchtime came and passed, and still, you were nowhere to be seen. Matt was getting restless by the second despite Foggy and Karen’s nonchalance about your delay. So here he was, in the back of the cab, next to Karen, after a fruitless research for one of their newest cases, even though everything they needed was already provided. Matt closed his eyes; the corner of his lips formed a slight frown as the frustration in him grew. He wanted nothing more but to hear your voice, to hold you in his arms. Today was his birthday, after all. That was all Matt wanted for this day.

After a long, agonizing time spent in the traffic of New York in rush hour, they came to a stop before the building of their office. Karen ushered him out; the pulse on her heart spiked little by little. There was a spring to her steps as they climbed the stairs, getting closer to a faint, buttery smell and two voices speaking in hushed tones.

Karen got ahead of him, opening the door before letting him go in first. His keen hearing was bombarded by an onslaught of “Surprise!” followed by the sound of party whistles. He was pulled into the office by the arm; the familiar grasp and scent told him it was you while Foggy put a party hat on his head. You didn’t waste any moment as the three of you stood before Matt, singing “happy birthday” at the top of your lungs. Matt could feel the faint heat of the candles as you brought the cake close to him. He couldn’t help the grin on his face as he smiled bashfully at his friends, and you.

The song ended with an erupt of applause and cheering.

“Blow the candles!”

“They’re right in front of you.”

He blew them out right before getting a hard pat in the back from Foggy.

“Birthday boy! How does it feel to get older?”

He chuckled, fixing the crooked hat on his head.

“I told you guys ….”

Then he turned to you, standing right next to him.

“… especially you, I didn’t want to make a big deal about it.”

You let out a small exclaim.

“I know! But we couldn’t resist. Would you rather spend your birthday at home, alone? Drinking by yourself?”

He shrugged; his lips shaped into a brief pout.

“Yes, since I have work tomorrow. Unlike you three, apparently.”

Karen scoffed playfully at his deadpan response.

“Boooo, you’re no fun. We can be hungover at work together.”

And that was how his night started. Foggy gave him a “visual” tour of the newly decorated office, with balloons, banners and an abundance of alcohol. The four of you dug into the cake you made, pouring drinks with the taste of buttercream and vanilla lingering in the air, sweetening the cozy atmosphere of the office. Matt couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed, laughing and joking around with his closed circle, just like the days when he would get drunk with Foggy and wander around the Columbia courtyard. It only got better with you and Karen, the two additions he never knew he needed.

The night came to an end as Karen helped a drunken and very singsongy Foggy into the back of a taxi, helping him get back to his apartment. You laughed softly as the car pulled away, leaving you standing on the curb with Matt’s hand in yours. You tugged him with you as you walked in the direction of your place. His briefcase felt heavier than that morning for all the thoughtful presents. The two of you walked in silence, feeling mellow from the alcohol in your systems despite the chilly winds of the night.

You stopped in front of your building, not wanting to let his warmth leave your skin just yet.

“Do you want to come in? Have a little birthday celebration with me?”

You pulled on his tie, bringing him closer. Your lips were only inches away, and he could feel your faint exhale on his lips. He didn’t miss the way your voice lowered, the sultry drawl on the soft spot in his heart that he reserved for just you.

Matt closed the small distance between you, kissing you with everything he had, just like he had wanted all day. You felt a little lightheaded, not from the alcohol, but from the way Matt kissed you, holding onto you, too stubborn to let you go. The kiss spoke for him, so he didn’t have to. It was full of love and a hint of what could happen next. Finally, he pulled away to let you catch your breath.

“You know there’s nothing I would love more.”

You caught the way his brows furrowed.

“I feel like there’s a ‘but’ ….”

He sighed, pressing soft kisses into the palm of your hand.

“It’s late, and I should … head out. I’m so sorry.”

You smiled ruefully. You knew what Matt meant; you knew what he needed to do. Even on his birthday, he didn’t want to take a break from keeping watch over his neighbourhood.

“I know, Matt. It’s okay.”

You kissed him again, wanting to draw out the moment, even if it was just a second longer. But you knew you had to let him go eventually. So you ended the kiss with much difficulty, your hands clasped on either side of his jacket. Matt put his forehead against yours, and you could feel his little pants for breaths on your cheeks.

“Will I see you before the sun’s up?”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, giving you his love and a sincere vow.

“You will. I promise.”

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[sbi-au-ideas]

Tommy’s been cornered by SBI, the most well known villains in L’manburg. Tommy is also being cornered by the Dream Team, the top three ranking hero’s. And to top it off, Tommy even managed to get BeeDuo, renowned vigilantes, to join the chase.

So why, in this seemingly inescapable scenario, is Tommy grinning? A huge grin, one that screams chaos and mischief.

His pursuers don’t know what to make of it. A man gone mad?

No. Tommy would never.

Tommy backs up into a vending machine. His fun little group of People Who Want Him Dead- consisting of the 8 most powerful people in the world, who consistently attempt to murder each other on a daily basis- are ecstatic. In fact, they look proud. A temporary alliance formed to take TommyInnit down.

In spite of the alliance, tensions are high. Who will be the first to draw their weapon?

In the end, it’s Tommy himself. Slowly revealing a poker chip hidden in his pocket, he lets the group take a good look.

And then he puts the poker chip in the vending machine, and a hole opens up in the ground, taking him away. It closes so fast it clips a few of the hairs on his head.

As soon as he touches ground, Tommy rushes over to a ready microphone to make his announcement.

“Ayup dickheads!” The camera watching them shows multiple people take out weapons. “Who’s up for a bloodbath?”

He sees beeduo grab hands, intertwining their fingers. “Just kidding, of course, I’m too good of a host for that. You see, I brought you all here for a reason.”

He huffs. “You keep almost killing each other. Which is fuckin annoying for me, for reasons I will not dis-close” he articulates.

“THEN WHY ARE WE HERE?!” Tommy actually winces. He sort of forgot Sirens power was Being Fucking Loud.

“Greeeaaatt question. I can’t tell you why, but I can tell you how to get out. You see, if you numbnuts were paying any attention, you would’ve noticed that I used a poker chip to unlock the exit. Find the one that’s hidden and use it. Ta-da!! You’re free.”

Of course they don’t know that the poker chip isn’t in that room. It’s in a hidden room, in a hidden room. And there are a lot of hidden rooms. They will also have to sort through clues and red herrings. Teamwork is kinda essential if they want to find the chip.

The group takes a moment, with the Blade whispering in Sirens ear. The siren then loudly proclaims, “WHY WOULDNT WE JUST USE OUR POWERS?!”

“Another great question my good man. Although I hate men. You know, it’s kind of offensive that this group has no women. Tsk tsk, points off for mahogany, boooo.”

“ITS MISOGYNY ASSHOLE, AND ANSWER THE QUESTION!”

“Oh right. What was the question?”

“WHY THE FUCK WOULDNT WE JUST USE OUR POWERS TO BUST OUT?!!!”

“Jeez don’t sound so mad. And that’s cuz I’m disabling your powers.” He pauses. “Forever.”

He presses the button that does exactly that, creating an invisible field around the building that blocks powers or hybrids from using their abilities. It doesn’t actually “disable their powers forever” but they don’t need to know that.

The hybrids are made clear as soon as the field is activated. Philza, Ender, and Blade all stumble to the ground for stability. You see, when your ability is partially used to hold up your hybrid parts (i.e. giant ass wings or stupidly tall people) and then you suddenly don’t have that support… well, let’s just say they won’t be getting off the floor for awhile.

Anyone with a mental ability also get a grand reveal. Blade gets a double whammy, clutching his head along with Buzzkill, Nightmare, and 404.

“Wow! 6 of the powerful 8, down for the count! God speed to Siren and Blaze amirite? They’ve gotta carry this group to the finish line!”

Siren clearly tries to scream something, but alas, it doesn’t reach Tommy. “Welp, communications are out boys, looks like you’re on your own! Remember, find the poker chip, put it in the vending machine, and you’re home free!”

Tommy pauses. “Oh, and one last thing.”

He grins.

“I’ve been recording this entire time. If you haven’t escaped by the end of a week, I’ll release this video to the public. Better get along nicely or you’ll all be broadcast!”