#everyone got thanos snapped!

[alovelylonelygoodra]

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TW // Character Death(s)

Prologue

Ch. 1

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@starferret and @alovelylonelygoodra

You guys got your wish UwU

The tears I actually shed while drawing this omg. I am not a cry baby, I SWEAR. I just got into it a little and poured my heart out into this update. I shall pause it here so I can focus on Luigi’s Escape Plan. It is nearly complete anyways! Stay tuned and let the angst simmer while y’all wait for the continuation!

[unagrancantidaddepanes]

anyways all my homies love felix fathom, mf was doing what the social services could never do ❤️❤️❤️ king shit

[fleursfairies]

i know its been years but its still insane to me that steve goes against the rest of the world to save bucky in every single captain america movie.

cap1: goes against everyone and storms a nazi military base in the alps by himself just because he MIGHT be able to find bucky and bring him home

cap2: will not let bucky die, even if he is the winter soldier. i cant even come up with a good description for this gay ass movie

cap3: goes against the government and tony to make sure bucky is safe

even endgame kinda: im sure that bucky being snapped was a huge motivator to steve being willing to single handedly fight thanos's entire army, besides the fact that hes a great guy. im choosing to ignore the stevebucky ending we got

[harryhighkey]

183.

hi! this is my first ever Lee Byung-Hun/The Frontman one shot! I hope u like it! this man has taken over my life !!!!!!!!!!

a frontman x reader series - masterlist to series here

183.

That was the number that ticked over on the screen as the final vote was casted by Player 001. The people who voted to stay had won. You were in disbelief. Standing on the side of people who voted to leave this hell you were positive that this was the side that was going to win the vote.

How wrong you were.

183, this number was going to haunt you during your time here, which was ironic considering it was also the one that was labelled on your green tracksuit.

Now you stood in utter shock at this outcome. All 183 of them had witnessed the same brutal deaths that had only happened hours earlier, so how could they choose to stay?

You were frozen and your eyes were trained on the man who had been the 183rd vote. You kept watching as he turned to face everyone else. Half the room cheering and the other half disappointed. However, his expression was unique, a sinister smirk adorned his face that sent shivers down your spine.

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The guards had demanded you had spent too much time in the bathroom and were making you return to the room the vote had taken place. It had been a long time, but you weren't doing anything wrong, you were so desperate for a moment alone to cry over your terrors which is exactly what you had been doing. You cursed yourself for not trying to do anything productive in looking for any chance to escape, there was a vent in the roof that you wanted to have a closer look at later.

Not wanting to draw attention to yourself as you walked back through the doorway, you kept your steps quick & quiet. You were about half way back to your bunk when you got stopped.

"Hey, now look at this pretty girl, I didn't notice you in the game today." Thanos. The purple haired, Player 230 had certainly let himself be noticed by everyone today.

"I was laying low, wouldn't you expect you to get it." You quipped back, keeping your head down due to the fact you could feel your eyes were puffy & were positive your nose was red from crying and you didn't need it pointed out.

"Why lay low, baby? We're here to have fun. We should have fun together!"

You scowled at the pet name and instantly snapped back, "I'm not interested in joining your tiny dick parade."

"Such a dirty mouth on a pretty girl! I'd like to know what else that mouth-"

Just as you were about to raise your voice and interrupt the unwelcomed comment by telling him to fuck off, someone beat you to it.

"Enough." It was another man's voice, this one much more commanding, not as loud but it was dominant.

Yourself & the purple haired man turned to who spoke up. It was him. The final voter. Player 001. You stood there with the only red 'X' on your green tracksuit out of the three of you yet he was coming to your aid, going against a fellow blue 'O.'

His eyes briefly landed on yours and you inhaled a sharp breath, you were so hyper-focused on him that you swore you noticed his face contort into a display of sympathy. Just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone just as fast and Player 001 was stone faced once more as he looked back to Player 230.

You watched the interaction between the two men, had something happened whilst you were in the bathroom? They were only saying a few words to each other but the tension was so high.

"Leave her alone." Was how Player 001 ended the moment and this man shocked you yet again as he caused the most bold player to follow his order and walk away from the two of you. Once Thanos was gone he turned back to you. Your chest going tense at the eye contact. "Are you-"

"I don't need your help." You quickly cut him off, already walking away from him so he didn't get a chance to answer. This unknown man had just come to your rescue, but he was also the deciding vote for staying in this hell. If you hadn't of rushed off so quick maybe you would have paid more attention to how his face softened when looking at you and maybe paid attention to the fact that part of you noticed how nice that felt.

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"There you are."

You were laying on your side and the voice came from behind you, but you already knew who it was without seeing them. You'd heard that same deep voice hours earlier when it had come to your rescue. The only difference this time it was more hushed and closer to your ear.

"Go away." You didn't turn over to look at Player 001, you stubbornly stayed in place.

"I would like to talk to you."

"I'm sleeping."

"And conversing?"

"Sleep talking exists."

"Yours is quite advanced." His tone was light-hearted, but you were still on the defence. It wasn't lost on you that you had to protect yourself, being a female and much younger than a lot of the other contestants here. Player 001 included.

"Wait until you see how I sleep hit." You suddenly waved an arm back towards his direction, only for a firm grip of his hand coming around your wrist that quickly halted your movements.

He used his hold around your wrist to pull you so you were flat on your back. The movement was so fast, your strength was no match for his and now you were face to face. If you lifted your head the slightest bit from your pillow, your nose would graze his and that had your heart racing. Surely just because you were scared, not for any other reason.

Acting fast, you went to grab his hand with your spare one to try and free yourself, but he was faster and easily caught your second hand in his own second hand, trapping them both.

"If you are going to make it out of here alive, you need to keep that attitude of yours under control." His tone was serious now, his fingers tightening ever so slightly. You were so vulnerable right now, your breath was coming out in quick pants, your wide-eyed gaze had become frightened as you were forced to look into his stern one.

"Please let go of me." Your voice came out shaky, tears began to well in your eyes. He had scared you. Your hands were freed and you swiftly moved to sit up and move to a corner of your little bed to put some space between you and this man.

His face softened, the same way it had when he looked at you earlier and would have noticed the after effects of crying being present on your face. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Well you did."

"I'm sorry." He apologised and you didn't know what to say. "May I sit for a moment?" He asked so politely, his tone now gentle. You took a second before nodding your head and he sat on the side of your bed, facing you. "I don't want you to die in here."

"I don't want to either. That's why I voted to leave." At that response, his eyes fell to the red 'X' labelled on your outfit before lifting to find your gaze once more.

"Let me help you in here."

"I don't need your-"

"You do." He cut you off, his words were impactful. You clenched your jaw.

"No I don't."

"Yes."

"No."

He huffed and dropped his head into his hand, rubbing his fingertips into his temples. "Stubborn girl."

You watched him silently, a million thoughts running through your head. Part of you still felt afraid, but another part of you was curious about him, you almost felt drawn to him. Your eyes were trained on his fingers massaging his own head and before you had a chance to think about what you were about to ask, you already blurted it out. "Can you rub my head like that?"

"What?" He paused his movements and looked at you again, an expression of confusion present on his face.

God, he had a handsome face.

"I know it's a weird request but I can't sleep and I'm exhausted. I'll never able to sleep here and I will obviously need energy for tomorrow and my head getting rubbed always makes me sleepy." You spoke fast, rambling your words out and you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment as he continued to stare at you in surprise. Which only got worse when he let out a quiet laugh which made you put your head in your hands and let out a little whine. "Forget it-"

"I'll do it." Yet again he cut you off and his response made your heart beat harder.

The two of you sat there looking at one another in silence. You were memorising the details of his face when he snapped you out of it.

"Are you going to lay down?"

"Oh, yes." You returned to your original position of laying down on your side, this time your back was leaning against his leg as he stayed in his spot.

When his fingers combed into your hair and made contact with your scalp, you took a deep breath at the soothing movements he began making.

"Like this?"

"Yes, just like that."

"Close your eyes." You finally listened to him without arguing back and fluttered your eyes closed.

The more you focused on the feeling of Player 001's fingers dancing such peaceful patterns along your scalp, the more you relaxed back against him and forgot about where you were. In your mind, only the two of you existed in this moment.

Maybe the next time he offered help, you wouldn't be so quick to fight back.

[luvfae]

DOC

summary: you’re a med student in the games and thanos has a serious case of blue balls.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, semi-public sex, masturbation, oral (thanos receiving), mention of death.

The fluorescent lights in the facility buzzed faintly above you as you made your way down the dimly lit hallway. The air was thick with sweat, desperation, and the metallic scent of blood—remnants of the last brutal game.

You were exhausted. Being a med student in this hellhole meant you were everyone’s nurse, whether you liked it or not.

The moment word got out that you had medical training, you became the unofficial caretaker of the surviving players. You regretted ever letting it slip to the few people you dared to befriend.

Now, every time someone got a scratch, a bruise, or even a headache, they came running to you like you had a fully stocked hospital at your disposal. As if you weren’t just another desperate contestant, fighting to stay alive. Attempting to patch up the ones lucky enough to survive, all while knowing that your own life was just as disposable.

One night, after yet another O vote sealed your fate, you dragged yourself to the bathroom. Your body felt like dead weight, exhaustion sinking into your bones, the fight in you fading with every step.

As you passed the men’s restroom, a low groan caught your attention. Being a nurse in training meant you were wired to care for people, whether you liked it or not. So no matter how much you wanted to ignore it, you couldn’t just leave whoever was in pain behind that door alone.

You pushed open the door, stepping inside.

What you found made your breath hitch.

Player 230. Thanos.

Leaning against the sink, head down, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock.

Oh fuck, that wasn’t a groan of pain.

Your lips parted in shock, but before you could back away, his eyes snapped open, locking onto yours.

Instead of embarrassment, he smirked, completely unfazed. “Oh? Thought I was dying, huh, Doc?”

Doc. That damn nickname he had given you after he convinced himself he’d snapped his ankle, pestering you until you checked him out. It wasn’t broken—he was just being dramatic.

You swallowed hard, heat crawling up your neck. “I—uh, I heard a noise—”

“Yeah, you did,” he chuckled, lazily pumping himself, as if you weren’t standing right there, eyes glued to the scene before you. “Couldn’t help myself. Adrenaline’s got me all worked up. Can’t exactly rub one out in the dorms, can I?”

Your breath was shallow. You should leave. You should turn around and pretend you never saw this.

“Sorry, I’ll just go—”

“You don’t have to,” he replied smoothly. “You could help me out.”

You froze, a pit forming in your stomach. “Pardon?”

“Please, Doc,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “I’m in so much pain. I’ve got a serious case of blue balls. Can you help me drain them?”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you snapped, your hands balling into fists. His puppy-dog eyes met yours, and you groaned, already regretting the entire situation.

You turned to leave, but before you could reach the door, he lunged at you. His pants slipped down as he tripped, crashing to the floor in a mess of limbs.

You spun around, kneeling next to him. “Are you okay? You fucking idiot. If you crack your skull, no one’s coming to save you.”

He lay there, looking up at you with a mix of desperation and a smirk. “I’m desperate, baby,” he purred. “You know you’re the only one who could help me.”

Something in your chest tightened, but you couldn’t place it. You hated this. He was an asshole, yet… yet there was something in the way he looked at you that made you hesitate.

His smirk widened, as if he could see the war waging in your head. “C’mon, señorita. You could die tomorrow,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “Don’t you wanna suck dick one last time? I’ll make it worth your while, promise.”

Your jaw clenched. "That's your argument? That I should suck your dick because I might die?"

He smirked. "Did it work?"

Your eyes flickered down-just for a second— and he fucking caught it. His smirk widened, full of arrogance and something darker, more dangerous.

Your stomach clenched. Your brain screamed at you to walk away, but the way his dark, hungry eyes raked over you had you frozen in place.

He rose to his feet, his arousal mere inches from your face.

“Come on,” he murmured, his tone low, coaxing. “Be a good girl and help me out.”

“What if someone walks in?” You whispered.

And he smirked because he knew he had you. He was about to get his dick sucked in a godforsaken hellhole like this. Now that was fucking rizz.

“Who gives a shit?” Thanos drawled, eyes hooded, lips curling at the corners.

“I do!” you snapped, glaring up at him. “Just because I might die tomorrow doesn’t mean I’m throwing all my self-respect out the window.”

Thanos snorted, seizing your wrists and yanking you to your feet. His pants hit the floor in the middle of the grimy bathroom, forgotten, before he dragged you into a stall and slammed the lock into place.

“Better?” he asked, voice dripping with amusement.

You huffed, arms crossed, refusing to acknowledge the heat curling in your stomach.

He grinned. “Get on your knees. Kneel for your king, Thanos.”

“Call yourself ‘King Thanos’ again and I’ll fucking break your dick,” you shot back.

His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming. “Kinky,” he murmured. “I like it, señorita.”

You rolled your eyes—but the sound that left your lips when he pushed you down was anything but annoyed. A sharp inhale, a gasp, thighs clenching as you landed on your knees before him.

You shouldn't be doing this. You weren't the kind of girl who got on her knees for men like him—cocky, reckless, insufferable. But here you were, on the ground, staring at the problem he so desperately wanted you to fix.

"Atta girl," Thanos murmured, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "Knew you'd make the right choice."

You glared up at him. "I didn't say I was gonna do anything."

His smirk didn't waver. "No?" He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. "Then why are you still here, Doc?"

Fuck. You had no answer for that.

His free hand trailed down his stomach, lazily pumping himself as he watched you. "C'mon, baby," he coaxed. "Open that pretty mouth. I bet you'll look real good with my cock in it."

A low heat curled in your stomach, shameful but undeniable. You should slap him. Call him a pig. Storm out.

Instead, you exhaled shakily, glaring up at him even as your fingers reached for the base of his cock.

His breath hitched at the first touch.

"Good girl," he murmured, watching you through heavy lids. "Now suck."

You parted your lips, let your tongue flick over the tip, teasing. His groan echoed in the empty bathroom.

And then you took him into your mouth.

His head fell back against the stall door with a dull thud, a low groan slipping from his lips as your mouth closed around him. His fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing, not forcing—just holding, like he couldn’t believe you were actually doing this.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice thick with pleasure. “Knew you had it in you, Doc.”

You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, and he hissed, his grip tightening just slightly. His thighs tensed beneath your hands, the muscles flexing as he fought to keep still. You could feel his restraint, the way he wanted to fuck into your mouth but was holding back.

“You’re good at this,” he rasped, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Too good. You been practicing, baby?”

You glared up at him, but the effect was lost when he groaned again, rolling his hips just enough for the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat. Your eyes watered slightly, but you took it, nails digging into his thighs as you relaxed your jaw, letting him have it.

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice rough, breathless. “Taking me so fucking good. Knew that mouth wasn’t just for talking back.”

Heat pooled low in your stomach at his words, at the way his voice had taken on a desperate edge, strained and wrecked. You felt powerful like this, with him falling apart because of you.

His breathing turned ragged, his thighs trembling. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice hoarse. “Gonna come down that pretty throat.”

You moaned around him, giving him permission. That was all it took.

With a strangled groan, he spilled into your mouth, his entire body shuddering as he came. You swallowed every drop, sucking him through it, milking him until he was cursing under his breath, his body twitching from overstimulation.

When you finally pulled away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, he looked down at you with lidded eyes, his chest still rising and falling heavily.

“Fuck,” he breathed, smirking. “Guess you’re not as much of a good girl as I thought.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself to your feet. “Don’t get used to it.”

He caught your wrist before you could step away, pulling you close, his lips ghosting over your ear.

“Oh, I will,” he murmured. “You’re mine now, Doc.”

[fl3shm4id3n]

ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟɪᴇꜱ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɴɪʀᴀɢɪx ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴏꜱ (ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ) x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴅᴏᴊᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ - ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ

Tw: talks about bullying, talks about manipulation, SMUT, public bathroom sex, oral (both giving and receiving), a bit of making out, voyeurism/exhibitionism (Thanos watching them), reader is described to have peircings like Niragi (eye brow, nose, tongue, nipples and clit), Jerking off, fingering, sharing in a way.

A/N: Is it obvious that I like the bathroom scene?

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Danger had always seemed to find you and your boyfriend, Niragi. First it was Alice in Borderlands, now theses games. You thought that you'll simply play children's game, but no. These games involved getting killed if you either didn't play them right or lost. It didn't brother Niragi the slightest, ever since Alice in Borderlands he had changed, a lot. You didn't blame him though, for years he had suffered bullying and all kinds of mistreatment. One day, he just snapped and became the guy he is now. Despite his somewhat cold and crazy self, he was still sweat to you behind closed doors. Not only that, but he was a possessive freak. He wanted everyone to know who you were with.

That's why he always had you either sitting on his lap or just had you near him. At all times. It never bothered you at all, you preferred it that way. It made you feel safe all the time. Sure, you got some stares from the other players, but you didn't care. You too wanted everyone to know that you and him were together.

That morning, or what you assumed was morning. You and Niragi were eating your food. But you couldn't help but notice how your boyfriend kept looking around the players, almost as if he was analyzing them. "People watching all of a sudden?" You asked, while looking at you. "Sort of." He responded, while he stared at that Thanos guy and that other guy who's always with him. "He caught your eye? Don't tell me my boyfriend wants a boyfriend." You teased, making Niragi chuckle and roll his eyes. "Nah, I only got eyes for you." He said, while turning to look at you. Giving you a smile. In which you couldn't help but smile and blush at the same time.

"You know, we're gonna need some allies." He said, that caught your interest. "Allies? How come?" You asked. "I mean, why not? Who knows what the next games are and I think it's good that we have other people besides us." He explained. Now that made sense. "Yeah, guess you're right." You said, then you looked at Thanos who was messing around with that friend of his. "I'm guessing you want him as an ally?" You asked. "I mean, why not. He's obviously not that bright and I can teach him the ropes." He said. "You mean, manipulate him?" You asked. "Most likely." He responded, you nodded your head. Understandingly.

Later on, you were all escorted to the next game. In which you needed five people. You and Niragi were discussing on who you should ask. All of a sudden, you heard someone call out to you. "Señorita, excuse me." You turned around and saw that it was Thanos himself with his goon and some other guy. "Lets play the game together." He said with such confidence it almost made you laugh. "Well, why should I?" You asked, somewhat playing hard to get. "Don't you know who he is? He's Thanos, the rapper." That guy spoke for Thanos. While Thanos did a small pose. "I'm gonna kill half of humanity with my raps." The guy said again, then his goon chimed in. "Hold on, a girl? We don't know what the game is." He asked, almost bothered by the fact that Thanos wanted a girl to join them.

"I, Thanos the great, will protect you."Thanos said, with a confident smile. "Right, Thanos." You said, while pretending to think. "So, have you got all the infinity stones?" You asked, still playing hard to get. "Of course!" He added. "I'm going to destroy anyone who gets in my way." He claimed and got close to you. "Just stick with me and you'll be safe. Okay?" He said, he was not going to let you go that easily. You nodded your head, but you continued your little charade. "As much as I want to, I'm teamed up with my boyfriend." You said, gesturing to Niragi who was standing there, watching the whole interaction. "No problem, who is it?" He asked, very determined to have you in his team. Regardless if you have a boyfriend or not.

You then moved away, revealing your boyfriend to him, who had a small smirk on his lips. Thanos stared at him for a bit. "What's your name?" He asked, Niragi quickly responded. "Niragi." He said. "He looks like a try hard." Thanos goon said, while trying to pull Thanos away, but Thanos didn't allow him to. He then walked close to him. "What's up, nice to meet you my brother. Welcome to the Thanos world." He said. Then he pulled Niragi into a bro hug. It was almost funny to watch in some way. "You're cute, come on." Thanos said, pulling Niragi with him. You couldn't help but chuckle when your boyfriend had been called cute by some guy.

While the first two groups went first, you and Niragi were having a small private conversation. "That was easier than I thought." He whispered. "Right, and here I thought it was going to be harder to get his attention. He just went in for the kill. Must be that confidence he likes to display." You said. "He made it easier for us." Niragi added. He was right, Thanos recruiting you both was easy. Really easy, but the difficult part was going to be brainwashing him into becoming Niragi's underling. This reminded you of Alice in Borderlands again.

After your team won the game, you were sent back to the lobby. That was where you all got to learn a bit about each other. From names an ages. You had lied, saying that you were much older than all of them, Thanos had Nam Gyu call you Noona. You didn't mind, as long as if that was what got you closer into manipulating Thanos, the better. When the food of the day was given, you and Niragi sat together alone. Thanos understood and let you guys do your thing.

"What an Idiot." Niragi said, while taking a bite from the small loaf of bread. "I mean, what else did you expect?" You asked your boyfriend. "Hm, I think they'll be a change of plan." He said, making you raise a brow at him. "Meaning?" You asked. "I saw the way he looked at you. He was practically undressing you with his eyes. He wants to screw you for sure." Niragi added. You did notice how Thanos would stare at you as if you were the only girl in the world. "So, what do you want me to do?" You asked. "Hm, flirt with him." Niragi said. That surprised you. "Just like that?" You asked. "I mean, look at him. He is practically drooling just by the sight of you. I can tell he has a weakness for pretty things like you. Nurture that weakness, be his strength and he'll worship you." Niragi said.

"What about you? You're a jealous and possessive freak." You added. "I know, but. Me and you both know that you belong with me and only me." He said, you couldn't help but smile. Then you gave Niragi a small peck, but Niragi didn't want a peck. He got a hold of the back of your neck and kissed you on the lips deeply. Shyly but confidently, you kissed him back. Both your tongues battling each other, you felt how your piercings were clanking against each other's. Sending shivers down your spine. You two were too focused kissing, that you didn't notice Thanos staring at you both.

30 minutes before bed, everyone got the chance to go to the bathroom. You were the last one to go, you were alone with Niragi, since the boy's bathroom was still packed. While you washed your hands, you felt how Niragi's hand running small circles on the small of your back under your shirt. "You know. It's been a while." He commented, while looking at you. "It has, hasn't it." You asked. While looking back at him. You took his hand and guided him into a stall. Once in the stall, you closed the door for some privacy.

Before you could do anything. Niragi pushed you against the wall. It surprised you a bit. You were then gently pushed down to your knees. Without hesitation, pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung out, with small bead of precum on his tip. "Needy are we?" You asked, cockily, while licking your lips. Niragi then got a hold of his cock and placed the tip onto your parted lips. Like always, you sucked on his tip, then moved down his shaft. He groaned softly, biting his lip as you processed to move your head up and down. His eyes rolled at the back of his head. He then intertwined his fingers with your hair and held your hair tightly. You whined around his shaft, but you continued to bob your head up and down.

You made as much saliva as you could, trying to coat his cock as much as you could. Making it more sloppy before he began to thrust his hips. "You like that don't you?" He asked, slowly beginning to thrust his hips. You slightly gagged when you felt his tip beginning to hit the back of your throat. You stopped moving your head completely. You felt how Niragi then pushed your head on the wall, then got a hold on your hair with both hands beginning to thrust into your mouth a bit roughly but not to roughly. You shut your eyes and held onto his hips. You also felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, you wouldn't be surprised if your wetness bled through your pants.

All that was heard was yours and Niragi's breathing, as well as his sloppy thrusts into your mouth. "You loved getting looked at don't you? By that purple haired fucker huh?" He asked, while staring down at you, watching how his cock was disappearing into your pretty mouth. As he continued to thrust, you carefully stuck your tongue out, your piercings running on his shaft made his whole body shiver, god he loved it. He knew convicting you to get your tongue pierced was a good idea. You were both too busy that you didn't hear the door open and close, you both stopped when footsteps were heard. Niragi then pulled out of your mouth and placed his finger on his lips to stay quiet.

He then carefully, opened the door of the stall and peaked outside. It was none other than Thanos. Nigari then opened the door, exposing what you and him were doing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Thanos said, while staring at you. Seen you in such vulnerable position made his cock twitch. "No, you're just in time." Niragi said, making you look up at your boyfriend, who then turned to look at you with a cocky smirk. You knew that smirk far to well. He had something up his sleeve. "We don't mind being watched, right?" Niragi asked you, giving you a look to play along. "Yeah, we don't mind. We actually like it." You added, while Thanos continued to stare at you. His cock hardening. You saw how he gulped down some saliva that had build up in his mouth.

"You can stay and watch, if not. You can always go, but make sure you close the door." Niragi said, then we went back to you. Placing his cock back into your mouth and slowly thrusted. You moaned around him, but you looked up at him. He simply mouthed you to 'play along' in which you did. You continued to allow him to use your mouth as if Thanos wasn't there. To your surprise, you actually liked it. Getting watched by some guy, was a new huge turn on. Nigari had seem to notice, he then moved his leg between your legs, your wet clothed pussy was rubbing up against hi leg. He felt how wet you were. He knew that you liked getting watched. He also liked it too. For some odd reason.

The whole time, Thanos watched. Shamelessly. Ever since he saw you, he knew that he wanted you. He wanted to kiss you, touch you, obviously fuck you. But you had a boyfriend, those plans were on hold. Since he had wanted you, he had an idea. To get you on his side and have you leave your boyfriend for him. But again, those plans have changed. He watched how Niragi was fucking your throat, he wanted to do that. So bad. He couldn't help it, he pulled out his cock and processed to stroke himself. Watching you both. He spat on his hand and went back to stroking himself.

Fuck, it was hot. You then processed to take off your jacket, Niragi caught onto this, then the reached down and lifted your shirt, exposing your bra. In which he also pulled up. Your tits now on display, showing off your pierced nipples. Thanos got a good view of your tits, that made him drool like an idiot. He was a tits guy. He loved tits, specially with pierced nipples. He stroked himself faster. 'Fuck' He thought, as he stroked himself even more. The more Thanos stroked himself, the faster and harder Nigari thrusted, almost matching the same pace. You almost couldn't breath, but you could breath through your nose. Niragi was rough, but not this rough. Did he too also like getting watched? He must have, this was new. For the both of you.

Before you knew it, you felt Niragi cum. Right down your throat. You moaned around him, gagging and with eyes closed shut. You stated his salty and thick load. It's been a while since you have. After a couple minutes. Niragi pulled away from you, allow you to catch your breath properly. He then turned to look at Thanos, who he too had cum and his load was on his hand and jacket. "Fuck." Thanos said, while wiping his hand on his jacket. "We're not done here." Niragi said. Then you were picked up by your boyfriend, who then sat down on the floor, with you laying between his legs. Right in front of Thanos who watched the whole thing.

Once you were lying between Niragi's legs. He then pulled your pants and panties down, exposing your wet pussy to Thanos. "Pretty ain't she? Look, she's all soaked." Niragi purred, as he spread your legs wide, then spread your wet folds. Raveling your pierced and throbbing clit to Thanos. You felt embarrassed and humiliated, but it also turned you on. Thanos remained frozen, seen you like this did all sorts of things to him. It made him go crazy, he wanted to suck your tits as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. But what he really wanted, was to taste you. How did you taste like? Did you taste like heaven? He wanted to know. He couldn't help but lick his lips.

Niragi watched him, smirking by Thanos reaction. "You want to taste her don't you?" He asked, then he began to rub your clit, making you moan and arch your back by how he rubbed his your clit. Giving them tight and firm rubs. It made your legs shiver, you've missed his fingers doing all kinds of things to you. It was almost addictive. Niragi chuckled. "Don't be shy now, you know you want to." He encouraged the purple haired guy, who continued to stare at him rubbing your clit. You watched how Thanos practically threw himself onto the floor. On his stomach and crawled towards you. His head literally between your legs. He stared at your wet pussy, engraving it in his mind so that he doesn't forget it. Niragi watched, in amusement. Loving how Thanos practically looked like a dog begging.

"Go on. Don't keep the lady waiting." Niragi said to Thanos, without a moment going to waist. Thanos much latched onto your pussy. You gasped and moaned, you felt how his tongue and mouth were lapping at you. He was eating you like a dog that haven't eaten in days. "Ah!" You whined, shutting your eyes tightly as you felt him lapping at you even more. You also felt how Niragi continued to rub your clit, still firm but quick rubs. You also felt how his free hand went for your breasts, groping and pinching your sensitive nipples. You felt how he gently tugged at your piercing. Making you quiver. It didn't help that Thanos was now sucking at your clit and even biting the piercing. "You like that don't you? Of course you do." Niragi whispered in your ear, then gave your cheekbone a small kiss of comfort.

Meanwhile, Thanos continued to eat you out. Desperately and very greedily. He was enjoying himself, a lot. You could feel how his moans vibrated against you. It felt good, almost wrong. It felt like a betrayal to your boyfriend in a way. But at the same time, he allowed this to happen. Almost as if he wanted this to happen. It confused you. You gasp when you felt Thanos tongue hitting your sweet spot. "Ah! Fuck!" You whined, your back arching your back as much as you could. You felt how Thanos held you in place, he had a grip on your thighs. Keeping them spread to have as much access as he could. He was going crazy by the minute.

Niragi laughed, seen how Thanos was destroying you. He loved seen you like this. Even if he wasn't the one making you feel that way. "It's okay, you're close. I know it." He murmured against your ear, trying to comfort you. It was somewhat working, but you'd turn your attention back to Thanos, who was still devouring you. You felt an electric type shock hit your body. You were about to cum. "Oh! I'm!" You tried to say but you couldn't. "Go on. I'm sure he'd love to taste your orgasm." Niragi encouraged you. You couldn't help it, your thighs had tighten around Thanos head, keeping him place. He didn't seem to mind, he was more busy trying to get you to cum in his mouth.

Then you did, you've cummed and Thanos drank your orgasm. You let out a shriek slash moan of pleasure. Niragi watched the whole thing. He licked his lip, watching how Thanos drank your orgasm like as if it were water and the face you made as you cummed. He loved it, every bit of it. It was sick and twisted in a way, you probably knew that by now. Thanos then lifted his head up, breathing heavily. "So, how did her pussy taste like?" Niragi asked Thanos who had a weak smirk on his face. "Like heaven." Thanos said, still breathless. His face was nearly covered with your juices. Niragi smiled at Thanos response. Making allies was easy, even easier when you were involved.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader(Past relationship)- Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader(not a full on relationship but friends with benefits type thing with hidden feelings?) Warning: SMUT 18+‼️Oral (F receiving p in v) ,cussing, mention of sex, angst Summary: After Thanos snapped half of humanity out of existence, then fighting like hell to get them back just for him to leave anyway. A/N: It still irritates me that Steve left everyone behind for Peggy, this fic is for people who are also irritated about Steve leaving, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it too. this is a short one, well my opinion of short😂 Past in Italics

"Steve, you promised. You told me there was nothing to worry about and that you loved me and only me." He sighed and placed his hand on your shoulder "I do love you, but I love her too. I can't just ignore it; she is the love of my life." By now tears were streaming down your face, you couldn't believe what you were hearing you thought Steve was someone you could trust. You took a step back, staring deep into his eyes. "Steve..." Was all you could manage to get out between sobs, and you shrugged his hand off your shoulder "I can't believe you right now, after everything you are willing to just throw away 6 years together." Steve rubbed his face and when he removed his hands you could see his facial expression was different "I have to! When I saw her again, it brought back everything I missed out on.” His sudden change of volume made you flinch, he apologized and told you he loved you, but his words meant nothing because he still went back to Peggy leaving you behind to try and move on while he lived out his dream.

You and Steve were in love, even though in the back of your mind the same name kept popping up Peggy Carter. Although he tells you every chance, he can that he loves you and only you, you can’t help but feel like a consolation prize. You loved Steve he was your favorite person in the world, you would be lost without him, but you don't know if he felt the same way about you sometimes. He told you over and over that he loved you and he would never do anything to hurt you, and then he did it. He left. He left you to go back to Peggy. After all the fighting to bring everyone back, all the moments you shared, everything. He just left like it was nothing. It took a while for you to move on and find your happiness, it wasn't easy, but you did it and you were successful. Something unexpected happened that caused you to rethink everything.

It's been 3 years since Steve left and you're single and still not ready to mingle and that's fine no one is rushing, and you're not really interested in anyone, you're just having some fun. You and Bucky were sitting on the couch, your legs over his lap while he rubbed your calf after you pretended to have a cramp "Is your cramp gone?" You giggled a bit "I never had a cramp I just wanted you to rub my legs" Bucky groaned and smacked your shin, leaning back and looking at the TV. "Why did you stop" You whined rubbing your leg against his hand "Because you tricked me" He looked over at you while you made puppy dog eyes at him, he rolled his eyes and started rubbing your legs again, you smiled to yourself and started watching TV again. Sam strolled into the living room, plopping down beside you "Well aren't you two cozy" You hit him with a pillow not taking your eyes off the screen "Why don't you mind your business." Bucky retorted earning a deep chuckle from Sam "It's cute that's all." You saw Sam shift awkwardly out of the corner of your eye, you sat up and looked at him "What's wrong?" Sam looked over at you and raised an eyebrow "What are you talking about?" You studied his face "You never adjust yourself. unless you're nervous about something. Out with it."

Sam sighed and just as he was about to answer you heard the front door open, everyone turned their attention to the door, and in walks Steve. You sat there frozen unable to utter a single word, Bucky got up and did one of those man hugs with him and Sam followed suit, while you sat there still frozen trying to figure out if he was real or if you were dreaming. It was real, no matter how many times you told yourself it wasn’t. He was standing right in front of you staring deep into your eyes waiting for you to say something. Anything. You cleared your throat and stood up joining the group “Hi...” Steve smiled at you, God you missed that smile, but then you remembered that smile belonged to Peggy. "Hey, Y/N how are you?" Is he really going to pretend that everything is, okay? Like he didn’t just leave you behind “I’m good, how are you here?” He sighed and looked around “Why don’t we sit down, and I can explain.”

Everyone nodded and went to sit on the couch, you sat closest to Bucky laying your head on his shoulder, you weren't doing it to spite Steve or anything, Bucky was your only source of comfort, but you could see in Steve's eyes he didn't like that. His best friend and his ex-girlfriend? Together? The thing is you guys weren't really together you two just leaned on each other when one of you needed it, or when aggression or stress needed to be released. Maybe you had feelings for Bucky but never expressed them.

Steve took a deep breath trying to compose himself "Stark visited me and said there was much to be done here so, he and Scott pulled me back, and I'm here to help." Bucky felt you tense up and although he knew what he was about to do would rub Steve the wrong way, he needed to comfort you instead of having to deal with Steve's feelings when he was the one who left. He rested his hand on your knee rubbing his thumb over your kneecap, it was hard for Steve to concentrate let alone talk so he cut it short "I'm here to stay and help with whatever you guys need help with." Everyone nodded and started to go their separate ways. "Hey, Y/N can I speak with you?" You looked back at Steve and nodded "Sure, what's up?" You stood in front of Steve who was awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck "So are you and Bucky... Like together?" You shook your head "No, but when you left, he was the only one there for me and provided comfort when I needed it. We weren't trying to hurt you earlier; he just knew I was tense and tried to calm me down."

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and took a deep breath "Do you have feelings for him?" You were taken aback, why is he asking these questions, was he judging you for how you repaired yourself? "I don't think that's any of your business anymore." You rolled your eyes and went to walk away. “Wait, Y/N there’s more I need to tell you. I figured it would be easier coming from me.” You turned to face him again, he took a deep breath. You’ve never seen Steve so nervous before “Peggy is here too.” Your breath hitched and you nodded slowly “Is that all?” He nodded and you walked away. You wish you could be happy for him but he left you behind. ‘He left’ kept echoing in your head

You and Bucky were lying on your bed, his head lying between your legs on top of your stomach, you aimlessly played with his hair while he talked about something Sam did, you weren't really paying attention you were too busy thinking about the questions Steve was asking. "So, I was thinking of shaving my head and getting a skull tattoo." Your head snapped in his direction "What?!" He chuckled "What's on your mind?" You sighed and stared at the ceiling "Is it Steve?" You heard the sadness in his voice, it wasn't what he thought, you didn't want to get back with Steve it was just the questions he asked. You took a deep breath "It's not that I want to get back with him, he was just asking questions about us and asked if I had feelings for you." Bucky turned on his side and looked up at you "And you told him that it was none of his business, right?"

You nodded and looked down at him "Does he know we had sex?" You shook your head and sat up "No, I didn't tell him we had sex I didn't think he would want to hear 'Hey Steve, I'm having sex with your best friend, welcome back.' Kinda sounds a little messed up." Bucky let out a hearty laugh "You got a point." Bucky looked down between your legs then back at you “Speaking of sex.” He leaned down and gently kissed your thigh, you looked down at Bucky as he left several soft kisses up and down your thighs. You shutter under his touch “Bucky, is now really a good time?” He dragged the tip of his tongue down the inside of your thigh not breaking eye contact with you. “If you want, I’ll stop.” You wanted nothing more than for him to devour you and help you relieve your stress.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded slightly at him; he pulled your underwear to the side and instantly latched onto your clit sucking gently. Over the years Bucky learned what your body wanted, how you wanted, and especially what drove you crazy and that was his tongue. To him, it was just a tongue but to you, it was the best thing in the world. Bucky moaned against your skin sending vibrations straight to your clit, which made you moan out his name. Bucky knew the effect he had on you and used it to his advantage. Your fingers found their way to his hair tugging slightly as he swirled his tongue all around your throbbing wet pussy, you arched your back and spread your legs farther to give him more access. You felt your orgasm creeping up, you began rolling your hips against his face “B-Buck, I’m close.” As soon as he heard those words he latched onto your clit this time sucking a little harder than before, you cried out in pleasure before releasing all of your juices onto his face.

You laid there breathless as he sucked up all the juice until every last drop was gone. “Y/N, you okay?” You lazily nodded and watched as he crawled up beside you, you kicked off your underwear and got on your knees while pulling his boxers down, you wanted nothing more than to climb on top and feel his dick stretch you out. You watched his dick bounce back from his waistband, you licked your lips and took his dick in your hand slowly pumping up and down. As much as you love to tease him you really didn’t want to waste any time, you took his entire length in your mouth, choking a bit until you started to breathe through your nose, you bobbed your head up and down earning a low growl from Bucky, you looked up and saw him watching you. You smirked and pulled back swirling your tongue around his tip.

Bucky reached down and grabbed you by the throat pulling you up to his face so he could kiss you, there was something different about the kiss but you didn’t care you kissed him back. You reached down between his legs and slowly sat down on his dick, as soon as it entered he flipped you on your back and started thrusting roughly into you. Bucky was always rough with you and you loved every minute of it mainly because it was him. His hand still on your throat, he used his vibranium hand to make small circles on your clit, this sent you into overdrive. “B-Bucky” You managed to moan out between gasps, Bucky’s thrusts got sloppier and slower as he tried not to cum so fast, he wanted to savor the moment, just then there was a knock at the door “Uh, just a minute.”

But they didn’t listen and walked in anyway. It was Steve “Buck, I have to- Woah, uh I’m sorry… Y/N?” You mentally smacked yourself putting your hands over your face, mumbling ‘fuck’. Bucky looked down at you then back at Steve “Uh, Steve, could you give me a minute.” Steve was so angry that it literally looked like steam was coming out of his ears, he nodded and slammed the door behind him, Bucky looked down at you “So, where were we?” You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you “Are you kidding me right now? We just got caught by your best friend and my ex. Do you not realize how that looks?” Bucky stood up putting sweatpants on “It looks like his ex girlfriend moved on after he left her for someone else.” As much as the comment hurt he was right. Steve has no right to be mad when he left you, you sighed and mumbled “You’re right…” Bucky looked at you wide eyed “I’m what?” A smile spread across your lips “I’m not saying it again.”

You felt so bad but at the same time, he left you and he has Peggy, he has no right to be mad. You finished getting dressed and headed to meet Bucky and Sam in the living room, you stopped in your tracks when you heard Sam tell them to calm down “Calm down? I just walked in on Bucky and Y/N having sex!” You peeked your head around the corner and saw Steve pacing in front of Bucky, fuming. “You can’t be mad at how she decided to repair what you broke.” Steve stopped in his tracks and looked at Bucky “What I broke? You are my best friend!” You don’t have to see Bucky’s face to know how red it was “You left us! You went back for Peggy you didn’t think about your ‘best friend’ or ‘girlfriend’ when you decided to go back to her.” You leaned your back against the wall sighing quietly maybe it was time to defend yourself. “Hi, you must be Y/N” You flinched and looked at where the voice was coming from and there she was, Peggy Carter.

She was even more gorgeous than you imagined, more than the picture Steve carried around when you two were together “Uh, yeah hi I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled sweetly at you and shook your hand “What are they yelling about?” You pointed to yourself “Steve walked in on Bucky and I being… intimate” She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow “Let’s go be a part of this conversation, shall we.” You nodded and walked into the living room with her. Steve’s eyes widened as you both came around the couch and sat on it “Please, gentlemen continue. Pretend like we’re not even here.” You couldn’t tell if she was pissed off or not her calm tone threw you off. You looked at Bucky and frowned, he leaned over and whispered in your ear “It’s okay, doll.” You heard Steve scoff which caused everyone to look at him “I can’t believe you two.” Peggy chuckled and looked Steve in his eyes "I can't believe you, why do you care what she does?" The next words out of Steve's mouth shocked everyone.

"Because I am still in love with her!"

Main Masterlist - Steve Rogers Masterlist - Bucky Barnes Masterlist

A/N: I dont know if there will be a part 2. I haven't thought that far yet but, I hope you like it. feedback is much appreciated if anyone wants to be tagged in future fics please message me or leave and ask on what you want to be tagged in or if you want to be tagged in everything.

Tags: @megamindsecretlair @kandis-mom

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Part 2

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Eyes turn skyward, thoughtful where they narrow to consider a bird's nest in the rafters. Empty, though there's no telling for how long it's been that way.

"No." A soft, just-so slight shake of her head. "But I don't think it's the absence of people that's quite so strange as... the lack of anything else that might've been left behind."

She looks to him, then, flaxen brows furrowed. Forest tones dapple the air and ground around him, catching what little light they're allowed and bouncing it between panels, washing his silhouette in colors that are strikingly unfamiliar on the Duke of Meropide. In another life he might have been well suited for them.

"No homes, no villages..." fingers absently to count, then curl in exasperation, "only this."

Forward she moves again, bottom lip worried in her teeth. "You're right, though it's hard to say what they did worship if not the archons." Or who would perhaps be a better means of phrasing. "No idols, just..."

Where she pauses, a mere few paces forward, is another window along that same wall. The glass is not so much stained as it is perhaps old-- what she might guess to have been frosty whites have turned yellow at their edges.

"...these windows. Do you think it snows here?"

Solstice 2024: Wriothesley & Navia

hike to the cathedral

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˗ˏˋ 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 ˎˊ˗　

Pairing : Thanos x !Fem reader

Summary : As you cast your vote, wether to stay in the game, or to leave this place, you soon find out your decision will lead to consequences later on by Thanos.

Warnings : Read the tittle, not much to say! ( p in v , unprotected sex , choking , slightly consented , idk not good at this heh..)

A/N : This is my first post, as well as smut! I hope I can gather the right audience, enjoy reading! :)

Word count : 960

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"Player 054" you heard the announcement say. It was now your turn to cast in your vote. As you walked past the X's and O's, you couldn't help but notice Thanos staring down at you. Earlier, he had pulled you aside to talk to you privately. "If you don't pick O, I'll make your life living hell and make you my bitch". You didn't pay attention to what he had said, so you just nodded and gave him a look. Now, it was time. You obviously picked X, I mean who could blame you?

After picking, you headed to the X side. Everyone applauding you as always. Although, you can feel Thanos eyes set on you. You didn't care so you carried on watching the rest of the players pick. After awhile, the voting was over. Of course we had to keep playing games!

Everybody was groaning, some even crying, while others were applauding and cheering. You walked your way over to your bed and sat there silently. You looked over across afar from you and saw.. Thanos. Although, just from his face, you can tell he had an attitude. But why? I mean, O's won, and he wasn't in his goofy and annoying mood. Oh well. You didn't care and didn't have time for him anyways.

A few minutes passed by, and suddenly, "Lights out in 3 minutes!". Although you weren't tired, you followed instructions as always, and tucked yourself under the covers. Sooner than later, the lights went out. You could hear a few whispers, nothing else. As you closed your eyes, you felt a presence near you. You ignored it, and snapped your eyes shut. But thats when you felt harsh breathing on your neck. You quickly turn to your right, and guess who? Thanos. His spiky hair was outlined by the shadows, and you could also pick up his scent. It wasn't hard to pick up it was him.

"What are you doing!?" you said, he stayed quiet and quickly got on top of you and wrapped his hand around your neck, as well as his left hand on top of your mouth. "What did I tell you about choosing X?? Didn't I make myself clear?? So badly wanting attention you whore..". You were confused and were slightly turned on by this.. I mean, it's Thanos? You didn't mind if you were being honest.. he was a good looking guy. Maybe crazy though.

You stayed silent. As you did, Thanos applied more pressure onto your neck, expecting to get some type of reaction from you. You groaned as you tried to get him off of you, turning red. "Look at you, how hopeless you are. I told you, you shouldn't have chosen X. Now you have to deal with the consequences baby".

He quickly took off your pants, as well as underwear. He made space for himself, and took off his pants as well. You had a chance to speak since he took his time taking them off. "Why are you doing this?? You're really gonna make me your entertainment? Your that horny huh?" you blurted out. "I told you the first time, don't pick X! You didn't listen so im obviously gonna give you a hard time dumb ass!"

Sooner than later, you didn't realize he had taken your shirt off as well. Now you both were naked, laying in bed together with him on top of you. You looked down, and surprisingly, he was big. The sight of him being naked made you whine. He grabbed your chin to make you look back up at him. "Look at you, so needy I have you whining.. don't worry, I'll make your time in here hell you bitch!"

You moaned at his sentence. Lining himself up, without warning, he inserted himself into your cunt. You both moaned at the pleasure, him being inside your tight cunt, and his length being all the way into your stomach. He wasn't taking his time, as he started off the pace quick. You moaned at his quick thrusts going in and out of you. "Look at you, such a whore for me huh? This is for my pleasure not yours!" he said, gasping in between a few words.

He kept going non stop, at the same quick pace. He held your legs open and he breathed hardly into the crook of your neck. Nipping at your breasts, with harsh kisses every so often. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, every time he would go in, you could feel his thick cock around your walls, which would make you a moaning mess.

You tried closing your legs slightly as they were getting sore from how long he was holding them open, but he wouldn't budge. After a few minutes, his thrusts were getting sloppier by the second. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, and with that you were sure to come un done soon.

You felt a tight knot in your stomach, and knew you were gonna give out at that moment. "Im gonna.. cum!" you whispered. Right when you said that, Thanos pulled out, and came un done. His cum on your stomach, still holding your legs open. You whined at the sight, as well because you haven't came yet. "This was for me to get off only, your my toy, nothing more!" He threw your legs on the bed and got dressed. "See you tomorrow, Y/N." he said with an evil grin across his face. Now, it was just you in your bed alone. Naked. Still with his cum on your stomach. You were a mess! Though, he wasn't bad in bed. He was amazing actually. Maybe you didn't mind being his fuck toy..

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Sorry if this was bad! English isn't my first language as Spanish is. I hope you guys at least left happy reading this :)! 　

[bluem1lls]

i need part 2 of se-mi with comphet reader 😭

✧₊⁺ speak now (or don't, and love forever in silence)

groom bff! se-mi x comphet! reader

synopsis: after years of waiting, he finally propose. wasn't this everything you wished for?

but you couldn't bring yourself to be happy.

was it maybe because when you thought about it, all you could picture was her face?

content: some angst, but finally fluff!!!!

authors note: im so sorry for the looooong ass late updates, im so so busy but im ab to go on break so everyone cheered!!! im back i promise:( im so excited for this part 2 i actually love it and i hope u do too!!!!

part one. part two (you're here!)

famous actress finally engaged with the famous choi su-bong, more known as 'thanos', old rapper surging back!

we all saw on Instagram the romantic proposal he prepped for her, and of course like every girl would, she said yes!

we are so happy for the married couple!

"fucking bullshit" se-mi threw her phone away with rage after reading the most liked post from the magazine's instagram.

her hands went to her face as she groaned, biting back her lip to keep the tears away.

poor dumb girl. she actually thought you were coming back to her...

"the way he proposed was so romantic, i'm glad he did it that way, it was what you always wanted ever since you were a kid" my best friend jun-hee took my hands between hers with a comforting smile. i smiled softly as i sighed.

"y-yeah. it was.." i whispered. she stares into my eyes, squeezing my hands. her expression fell, now filled with pity. she knew me more than anyone.

"you do know that you're supposed to be happy about getting married right?" she says with a lifted eyebrow as i pressed my lips.

"i am." i said, trying to convince myself.

"honey-" she murmurs as i cut her.

"i have to be." i said, turning to face myself in the mirror. streightening my skirt as i faked my best smile.

and it was true. everything was exactly how i always wanted it.

so.. why didn't it felt like it?

i heard a knock that snapped me out of my thoughts. we both turned as the door opened. "excuse me, just wanted to let you know the invitations have been sent" a girl said with a smile as i nodded, thanking her.

once she left, jun-hee stared at me. "did you sent one for.." my best friend said, stopping herself as i shuddered.

"yeah. of course. they're best friends." refering to my husband and se-mi. i put a smile to pretend i didn't cared. or at least i tried, although it didn't even reached my eyes.

if your own best friend stares at you with pity, you start to consider maybe you're not doing as well as you thought.

but i couldn't back up. not now. not ever.

"this belongs in the trash" se-mi says with a sarcastic smirk, grabbing the invitation only to crumble it with anger as min-su stops her.

"we can't just.. not go" he says to her as she stares at him, incredulous.

"do you want me to go to that fucking wedding? for what?" she spits with anger and disbelief, her voice getting louder as he sighs. he got used to seeing his best friend angered ever since the news came out.

"listen, i get it, okay? but it's our best friend's wedding. we can't just miss it" min-su says in a soft tone, trying to make her understand.

"i refuse to watch her get married." her cold voice snaps. "fuck this." she says with a groan, frustration all over her face.

"you need to move on! you know those two! yeah they hate eachother, but they're not breaking up sem. they're getting married, and probably everything that goes after that. are you just gonna avoid thanos until you die?" he says snapping as she furrows her brow, a small pout on her pierced lips without her even noticing it.

"there's nothing to move on, there was never anything between me and her right?" she says with a sigh. "i'm still not going. i fucking hate weddings" she says under her breath, going to her room to avoid the conversation. and something about that doesn't feel true, because she loves to think about you on a wedding dress. but not if it's not with.. she shakes her head to remove the thought, slamming the door. min-su sighs, his hands on his face, exhausted.

"oh god" jun-hee says with tears on her face, her eyes twinkle in awe as i laugh, a little teary.

the dress looks.. perfect. just like in my childhood dream. my perfect dream wedding.

"it was made for you" she says as i chuckle, giving a little spin for her.

i should be so happy...

"yeah.. i think we're done" i say to the girl from the store, who's standing on my side, staring at me with a soft smile. "this is it. this is the one."

i slowly head back to the changing room to remove the dress. i place back my clothes while my assistant goes to pay. i stare at myself in the mirror.

why am i not happy? why doesn't it feel like i'm getting married?

i sigh as i leave the store with my two companions.

"let's grab some coffee, it's right around the corner and im dying for some caffeine." jun-hee says as i nod.

i feel my phone buzzing on my pockets.

oh god, of course. he's always fucking forgetting about the wedding or where i am. god why am i marrying this-

my breath hitches as i grab my phone, reading the text.

this can't be happening.

not now.

oh god.

sem: a wedding?

sem: really?

of course it's her.

of course she texts me out of nowhere a fucking random tuesday at 3 pm.

of course she makes my heart beat on my chest like no one ever did. just for a fucking text.

i scoff in disbelief as my manicured nails type with anger.

me: for real?

me: this is what you're texting me?

me: after not hearing about you for fucking YEARS??????

i see the little bubble that indicates she's typing back. the fact that she hasn't left the chat since she texted me makes me bite my lip.

sem: i've seen the photos

sem: you know

sem: you dont look like someone whos excited to get married

i roll my eyes as i let out a shaky breath, she hit a nerve.

me: what do you know? you havent talked to me in years, maybe things changed.

sem: everything did.

sem: except this.

sem: why do you keep lying to yourself?

i place my phone back in my pocket with shaky hands, leaving her on seen. i place my head on my hands as i groan.

why did she had appear out of nowhere?

i was fine without.. knowing about her.

without thinking about her. without her smile. without knowing if she's seeing someone..

i was okay without her. yeah. i was perfect.

god i really need that coffee.

as i get home i watch my... fiance laying on the couch.

"did you even tried the cake samples i left?" i said with frustration as i leave my purse.

"uh, nam-gyu did, he said the black tea one was really good" he said without too much care as i stared at him disbelief.

"am i getting married to nam-gyu? because i needed MY husband to try them!" i say, standing in front of him, my hands on my hips as he rolled his eyes.

"who the fuck cares about the cake baby? no one does" he says, his arms sneaking around my waist to bring me closer to him.

"i care! i am going to be the wife in this fucking wedding and i care about the cake!" i shout angry. "and don't touch me" i let myself loose of his grip as he groans in built frustration.

"seriously? this again?" he says with a sigh, letting go.

"after the wedding" i say to him as my heart sinks. liar.

"about time" he rolls his eyes, his focus on the phone once again.

i stare at him blinking in disbelief.

this is my life?

am i gonna marry.. this idiot?

i go upstairs as i remove my outside clothes, placing on my pjs. i slowly let myself sink in bed as i grab my phone, my hands trembling as i bite my lip.

was this a good idea? no.

clearly not.

but god, i couldn't stop thinking about her.

me: are you coming?

me: to the wedding

me: i sent you an invitation

it takes her two minutes to reply.

sem: no.

oh. i chew on my bottom lip thinking about what to reply, until she texts back a few minutes later.

sem: why?

do i? do i wanna get marry, knowing she's there, staring at me?

the question is.. will i get married, knowing she's there, sitting on the crowd, watching me?

me: i want you there

the texting bubbles appear and disappear for over 10 minutes, making me extremely anxious as i wait for her reply.

sem: okay

okay what? okay that i want her there although i shouldn't? okay that-

sem: i'll see you there.

sem: consider this as my confirmation to the wedding.

i throw my phone away with shaky hands. my head sinks on my pillow, muffling my scream.

god, what have i done?

finally, today is the day.

today, i'm getting married.

the happiest day in my life. that's what everyone is saying.

so why i've been crying non stop until falling asleep?

i stared at myself, sat in front of my mirror. my makeup perfectly done, my hair loose in soft waves, the dress made just for me. it had to be like this, because this was what everyone expected from me.

i sighed as i stood up, leaving the room to go wait on the door for my entrance. i could hear the bells ringing, the wedding music. my dad appears, walking slowly until he was standing besides with a smile.

"i'm proud of you" he said, staring at front as i did too, my eyes teary. but it wasn't happiness, it was...

"everything is like it's supposed to be" i said, streightening myself. my head turned to stare at him. "am i finally the perfect daughter?" i asked my dad, my voice trembling with emotion.

he gave me a confused stare, a hint of what it looked like sadness, creeping into his stare. "it's not the wedding, it's clearly not the husband" he said as we both softly chuckled. "it's you.. you're my daughter. and i don't need you to be perfect, you being you it's all i want. your happiness. honey, nothing else matters after that." he said as i holded my tears. i bit the inside of my cheek, my heart pounding on my chest.

it's too late now, isn't it?

i could feel him interlock our arms as the doors opened. we moved one step at a time as we slowly entered the ceremony. to my wedding.

i shudder at the sight of everyone in the room, but i knew my eyes were only scanning to look for one person.

and when i found her, and my heart stopped.

she was watching me with a soft gaze, eyes almost twinkling as she roamed through my form, slowly taking my face, my body in the dress, and lastly, going up to meet my eyes. all i needed to make my heart flutter. i felt frozen in place, i could see everyone staring at me, wondering why i wasn't moving. my dad pulled my arm to get me out of my trance, but nothing worked.

i was there, stucked right where she left me.

on the last time i saw her. the last time my heart beated for her.

"if we get out of here and.. you decide that you're done being his perfect wife, and maybe you want to be happy.. with me.. i'll be waiting. i promise"

she was just as beautiful as i remembered her. of course i've seen pictures of her, but nothing like seeing her in person again.

our stare never breaking.

her eyes screamed 'please, love me'

and mine replied 'i do. but i shouldn't'

"are you okay?" my dad said, breaking the staring contest as i took reality of my surroundings. i shakily let out a small breath as i nodded with a fake smile. i kept walking to the altar, where i saw my... future husband.

right.

as i took my place, he took my hands in between his.

i trembled, and i swear i wanted to hear whatever the priest was saying. i really did.

but all my focus was on her.

was everyone blind for not noticing? or was everyone trying to pretend they couldn't tell how i stared at my husband's best friend?

when our eyes met again, i averted my gaze, trying really hard to pay attention to the priest talking on the altar to me and my future husband.

but god, i could not focus when she was here.

until i heard the priest coming to the end of his speech.

"if anyone has just cause to object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace"

silence spreaded on the ceremony.

the quietness in the room making me shiver.

until it wasn't quiet anymore.

because everyone gasped.

and my eyes shut close.

and the quietness was replaced with whispers, with judging stares.

it wasn't quiet anymore, because she stood up.

my heart felt like it stopped in place. i could see my fiance's eyes widen, staring at se-mi like she was mad, insane.

but i knew she wasn't.

she was just in love, like i was.

and god, not from my husband.

her tall figure stood in the public, standing up as her mouth agaped like a fish. she tried to find any words to say, but she couldn't.

min-su and nam-gyu besides her, staring like if she grew a second head, completely shocked.

my eyes widen as i saw her take a sit again.

her mind was conflicted. i could tell. does she oppose? does she love quietly? what was more important? her best friend or her feelings? she shifted uncomfortably on her chair.

what was done was done, right?

fuck it. she thought, standing up once again.

everyone stared, their eyes open like never before.

"i-i oppose" she says in a weak, trembling voice. her eyes find mine, her stare pleads me to not let this keep going.

it begs me to go with her.

her hand moves to try and reach me as i watch her trembling hand and her pleading expression.

"i love you." she says with tears on her eyes.

and of course i knew this couldn't happen. of course i knew this was madness. i was about to get married. my life was buildt for this specific moment.

but my heart responded first with a sigh. not tears, not a scream, not a mad reply.

a sigh of relief.

i stare at the people sitting shocked in their seats. their gazes gravitating from her, to me and choi su-bong.

and suddenly, it's not like before. i'm not frozen in place, i'm not scared. i don't feel ashamed, i don't feel a thing.

except relief and love.

my last sign? when i stare at my parents, and they dont look at me ashamed. they're not embarrassed. they nod at me with tears in their eyes, intertwining their hands.

i get off the altar as i laugh.

a laugh of happiness. i chuckle loud and the feeling takes my entire body as i walk to her slowly. our stare never breaking as i stand in front of her, in my beautiful white dress. i reach to take her hand, the contact leaves a warm feeling on my heart.

"can we go?" are the only words that leave my lips with a shaky breath.

she stares at me, letting out an airy soft chuckle in disbelief, not believing this is happening.

"fuck, yes." is all she mutters as she moves in between the people, intertwining our hands like she never plans to release me as we run to the exit, our hearts jump in our chest.

and this is insane. i know it when we get into her rusty old car while the people gather outside to stare at us. but it doesn't matter.

it doesn't matter when my dress ruffles through the window, it doesn't matter when i buckle my seat belt with a happy smile and it certainly doesn't matter when she actually starts driving and we laugh, like a whole hearted laugh.

"you left your husband. in the altar. you left him" she says chuckling, filled with emotions. shock, disbelief, happiness.

"i- i did. and i don't regret it. god i don't regret leaving him for his.. best friend" i laugh as i stare at her. i take a deep breath as i speak "stop the car" she stops so abruptly, the car brakes.

"are you regr-" i unbuckle my seat belt as i turn aside. i cup her face in between my hands, my eyes roaming across her entire features.

this is the woman i love. it feels so good to finally say it out loud.

and i kiss her.

and is everything i always wanted to feel. it's what i expected from every single one of my ex-boyfriends. is filled with hunger, desire, passion and love.

and my heart feels warm and i know now exactly what love was supposed to feel like.

the kiss lowers to something softer, one of her hands goes to my cheek, caressing it with her thumb as my hand moves to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. her other hand roams through my body to grip my waist.

"this feels like a dream" she mumbles in between kisses.

"i know, i know" i replied as i kissed her again and again, love-drunk. "but it's not. i'm yours se-mi. i'm completely yours" i whispered against her lips as she nodded excited. her nose softly caressing mine, an intimate gesture.

"can i start the car and get the fuck out of here, please? because i never want to look back" she says breaking the kiss. i nod happily.

"please, start the fucking car" i chuckle as i go back to my seat, connecting to the bluetooth of her car, i look at the playlist on my phone until i find the one.

"i am not the kind of girl

who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

but you are not the kind of boy

who should be marrying the wrong girl"

she smacks me softly as she listens to the lyrics, rolling her eyes as i snort.

and as my eyes find hers, i know i finally am where i belong.

known actress leaves husband on the altar!

we saw our famous girl, that we all know and love, leaving rapper ''thanos' on the altar.

the last thing we heard from him to the press was: i hope she's happy now.

and she looks like it! because she's been sharing photos on social media with her new girl non stop!

let's wish a happy relationship to the recently out of the closet actress!

[servndipityz]

Namgyu but him being the normal middle schooler way hurts you? Or something like that idk you’re the only one I’ve seen write him so accurately

nam-gyu getting the silent treatment from the reader? his little brain would actually start to short circuit he’d get so grumpy lmao

a/n ── hey! i decided to mix these two anons since i thought they'd make a really good fic together, hope u don't mind :) thank you so much for your requests and your patience, ik this one took a while. i hope u both like it!

SNAP

warnings ── blood, death, general squid game themes

word count ── 2.4k

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silence.

silence was all that filled the air as you descended the stairs, walking in line back to the dorm room. you were surrounded by more than a hundred players, but nobody spoke. nobody dared.

the last game had been a bloodbath, to say the least. you didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget the lifeless eyes of innocent players lying on the ground—especially knowing it could have just as easily been you.

and it had been damn close.

you turned your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him a few steps behind you. nam-gyu.

you’d thought you could tolerate him. the way he talked over you, the way he always had to have the last word, the way he threw whatever was at hand just to get on your nerves. annoying as fuck, but bearable.

this time, he'd pushed too far.

from the moment mingle had begun, your heart had already been racing. hell, you could still feel it hammering in your chest at an abnormally high rate. but that wasn’t enough for him, was it? no, nam-gyu, who had taken whatever shit drug thanos had given him, had stood by your side.

that was normal, you'd come to realize. you didn't understand why, but somehow, after swearing he hated you, he'd always end up next to you.

so, while the damn carousel was spinning, he'd leaned in, voice just low enough for only you to hear. maybe he'd taken pity on you. maybe he'd seen how scared you looked. you cursed yourself for ever even thinking that.

"you sure you got this? you look kinda nervous…" he said, a small smile forming on his lips as you turned to him. "what if you freeze up? or what if nobody picks you? that’d be bad."

"shut up," you muttered, looking away, narrowing your eyes—ignoring the cold, sweaty goosebump crawling over your skin. it had sounded more like a plea than a demand.

"and what if you end up alone?" he went on, completely ignoring you, inching closer—if that was even possible. "you’d just be standing there while everyone rushes away—tick, tock, tick, tock…"

that was when the nausea hit. real nausea. he was just messing with you… like he always did. but what if?

when the first number was called and the game started, you managed to get through a couple of rounds, your eyes filling with tears from pure nerves.

then, one of the last rounds. the voice called out 3. you looked at nam-gyu and thanos in front of you, thinking—just thinking—that you were saved.

you rushed to them, just as nam-gyu took a step back.

"actually, i think i see a better option over there," he said, pointing at a random player.

your soul hit the floor. he was actually going to leave you behind. you were going to die.

panic took over, tears slipping down your face as you frantically looked around for someone, anyone, to save you.

"tick, tock, tick, tock..." nam-gyu’s voice echoed in your head.

then—someone yanked you by the arm, shoving you into the nearest room.

you gasped for breath, your chest heaving. you were alive. you hadn't died.

nam-gyu snickered in front of you. thanos, also in the room, stood by the little window, uninterested in whatever had just happened between you two.

"what—" was all you managed, quiet sobs escaping your lips as you struggled to process it. you were alive. somehow, you were alive.

"you actually thought i was gonna leave you?" nam-gyu giggled. giggled. he had his hand over his mouth like it was the funniest thing in the world. "that’s crazy."

you shook your head as a tear threatened to spill, breathing in through your nose to steady yourself. the memory of what had happened less than an hour ago burned in your mind.

ha wasn't just mean and annoying. nam-gyu was cruel. nam-gyu was evil.

you'd judged him wrong. he wasn’t just a boy hiding his fear behind teasing. he wasn’t someone you could ever grow to love under different circumstances. he wasn’t misunderstood. all those thoughts you’d had before? wrong. they had to be. he was heartless. and you hated him.

as you stepped into the main room, your heart eased—just a little—when you spotted se-mi. without thinking, you quickened your pace toward her.

she did the same, meeting you halfway and grabbing you by the arms. “thank god you’re okay,” she said, eyes scanning your disheveled state.

you inhaled sharply, nodding, even as the words caught in your throat. she tilted her head, concern deepening in her expression.

“is everything—?” she started, but before she could finish, another voice cut in.

“wassup, team?” thanos said, strolling over and throwing up gang signs he probably didn’t even know the meaning of.

but of course, he wasn’t alone.

you felt it immediately—nam-gyu’s presence behind you. close. so close that if you moved even an inch, you’d collide into him. but still, never touching.

“we almost thought we were gonna die back there, huh?” nam-gyu said, still amused, his gaze lingering on you.

you turned to him. fuming.

so many thoughts ran through your head. so many things to say. so many bones to break. you opened your mouth—

and then shut it. no. you didn’t want to see him again. didn’t want to acknowledge his existence. but since you were stuck in these fucking games together, you couldn’t exactly avoid him.

so you’d do the next best thing.

act like he didn’t exist. because to you, he didn't.

you could see it in his face, his grin starting to form, waiting for you to say something, to take the bait like you always did. but not this time. you just shot him a grimace, turning and walking awat toward the bathroom.

and so, time went on.

but not for him.

nam-gyu wasn’t used to silence. not from you. not like this.

at first, he barely noticed. he was still riding the high of his own amusement, watching you seethe in barely restrained anger. but the longer the minutes stretched, the longer you refused to bite back, the more something began to gnaw at him.

it started with the little things. the way you didn’t even look his way when he made some stupid remark at dinner, or how you barely reacted when thanos made a joke about his survival skills. before, you would’ve rolled your eyes, shot some sarcastic comment back, but now—nothing. not even a twitch of annoyance.

the way you turned your back to him, like he wasn’t even in the room, like he wasn’t even worth acknowledging—it set something off in him. something uncomfortable. something he didn’t want to name.

he tried again later, when almost a day had passed. sitting on the stairs of the beds, staring at nothing, your hands gripping your knees like if you let go, you’d shatter. he sat down beside you, close enough to invade your space, to test you.

"so, what, you mad at me or something?" he asked, voice deliberately light, teasing, waiting for you to react.

nothing.

his fingers drummed against the metal. "c’mon. you can’t seriously be mad. it was a joke. i knew someone would pick you up." he turned his head toward you, watching for a flinch, a flicker—anything. "you really think i’d let you die?"

still, nothing.

you just stood up, walking away like he hadn’t even spoken. like he was air.

his jaw clenched. fine. two could play this game.

except—you didn’t break. not that night. not the next day. not the next game. not even when he upped his antics, when he threw crumpled-up paper at the back of your head or made offhanded comments just loud enough for you to hear.

it was driving him insane.

he never realized how much he thrived off your back-and-forth until it was gone. until you treated him like a ghost.

until he realized—he didn’t like being invisible to you.

the next night, the dorm was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that only came when exhaustion weighed too heavy on everyone’s bones. nam-gyu lay on his bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, restless.

fuck it.

before he could second-guess himself, he was already moving, slipping off his mattress with the kind of ease that came from knowing how to sneak around. his feet barely made a sound against the cold floor as he crept across the room, stopping just short of your bed. he hesitated for a second—just a second—before sitting down at your feet.

you shot up immediately, eyes wide, breath hitching. "what the—" the words died in your throat as you jerked back against the pillow, your hands bracing against the sheets. for a split second, you were ready to shove him off, to kick him away—

but then his hand was over your mouth, and his face was inches from yours.

"shh." his eyes flickered to the other beds, scanning for movement. none. he exhaled, slow and careful, before pulling his hand back. "relax, okay? i just—"

he trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence. he just what? wanted to bother you? wanted to win? no, that wasn’t it. the truth was a little more pathetic than that. he just missed hearing your voice, even if it was yelling at him.

he shifted, sitting cross-legged now, knee brushing against yours. you had pulled yourself up too, back pressed against the headboard, muscles tense. you were still watching him like he might pull something, but there was something else there too. wariness, sure. but curiosity too.

"you just what?" you repeated, voice still laced with annoyance, but softer now. almost… wary.

he swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close you two were, your eyes on him in a way that made his heart pound annoyingly fast. "i dunno," he muttered. "wanted to see if you were still alive."

"seriously?" you scoffed. "get out."

but you didn’t push him away. and he didn’t move.

"nam-gyu, i swear to god—"

"you really hate me that much, huh?" he interrupted, his voice quieter now. the teasing was still there, but barely. something more vulnerable lurked beneath it, something he wasn’t sure he wanted to confront. "like, actually?"

silence. you looked at him then, and for the first time in days, he saw something other than anger in your eyes. something conflicted. something dangerous.

"you tell me," you whispered, your breath fanning against his cheek. your fingers twitched, like you were resisting the urge to shove him away—or pull him closer.

his throat went dry. he wanted to say something. something cocky, something that would shift the power back into his hands. but all he could think about was how your lips were barely inches from his, how your warmth seeped into him like a slow burn, and how he wasn’t nearly as immune to you as he thought.

you were waiting for an answer, your gaze piercing into his, but he had none. not one that wouldn’t make him look stupid, anyway. he wanted to scoff, to roll his eyes and tell you to lighten up, but he couldn’t—not when his own heartbeat was betraying him.

you pulled back first, sitting up straighter, arms crossing over your chest. "forget it," you muttered, shaking your head. "i don’t even care."

hut he couldn’t be invisible to you. he wouldn’t.

because you did care. he knew you did. he could see it in the way your hands clenched, the way your knee bounced slightly, the way you were holding back from looking at him. you cared enough to be mad, enough to hate him, enough to freeze him out.

"yeah?" he said, leaning in slightly—but this time, there was no smirk, no game. "then why do you look like you’re about to cry?"

that was it. that was the final fucking straw.

something in you cracked wide open, all the frustration and hurt bubbling to the surface before you could shove it down again.

“you always do this,” you hissed, your voice low. “you push and push and push, and when i finally break, it’s just a joke. when i get mad, I’m overreacting. when i tell you to stop, you just push harder.”

his stomach twisted. you weren’t just lashing out. you were breaking apart.

“you’ve been messing with me since the second we met,” you went on, voice rising, not caring if anyone heard. “every fucking day, it’s something new. tripping me, throwing things at me, talking over me, getting in my face. it’s exhausting. and i let it go because i thought—” you cut yourself off, jaw clenching, forcing yourself to breathe. “i thought maybe you didn’t mean it.”

nam-gyu stayed quiet. just staring. no teasing grin, no cocky remark. just… watching.

“but you do mean it,” you whispered. "because you think it’s funny. because you like seeing me mad. because it doesn’t matter if i’m actually hurt, as long as you get a reaction." you shook your head, voice unsteady. "and i’m done."

nam-gyu’s chest tightened. his hands clenched in his lap. he wanted to argue. he wanted to tell you that you were wrong. but he couldn’t—not when you were looking at him like that. not when he knew, deep down, that you weren’t wrong at all.

"I’m sorry."

the words came out so quiet, so unnatural in his own voice, that for a second, he wasn’t sure he’d actually spoken them.

you froze.

his lips pressed together like he immediately regretted saying it, but there was no taking it back now. his hand twitched in his lap, like he wanted to reach for something but didn’t know what.

"you—what?"

nam-gyu exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but you. "don’t make me say it again," he muttered.

a beat of silence.

then—a laugh. small, quiet, barely there. but real.

it startled both of you.

nam-gyu’s head snapped up, watching as you bit your lip, shaking your head like you couldn’t believe it. "you suck at apologizing," you said, still exhausted, tired.

his lips twitched. "yeah, well. not much practice."

"clearly."

another pause. this time, the silence was lighter. not quite peace, but not war either.

nam-gyu let out a dramatic sigh, sitting back onto the mattress. "so," he drawled, hands fidgeting with a loose strang of your bedsheet. "am i still dead to you, or…?""

you rolled your eyes, relaxing but keeping your distance. "we’ll see."

"uh-huh. that’s progress."

"shut up."

"make me."

he knew he wasn't just sorry, no, he knew it was much deeper than that. but that was all he would allow himself to say. for now.

and just like that, maybe he wasn't that evil.

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[deancaslvr]

supernatural is really insane when you think about it a little too long

the show actively turned from “demons are a big deal” to ah it’s a pretty shitty weekend with everyone gone let’s go thanos snap literal god with lucifers child who was born because lucifer possessed the president of the United States then banged his secretary.

also the spawn of Satan got turned into a tiny dog by a 300+ year old witch to sneak into a vet and steal anti-venom to solve a case of a demi-god who was eating gay people while doing that case dean had the ARCHANGEL Michael trapped in a shitty bar inside his noggin.

[toon-kirby]

Now that the Switch 2 has been officially revealed, what's your favorite out of these crazy/iconic things that happened during the Switch Era?

[goosewriting]

The Aftermath

summary: reader visits Joaquín at the hospital as he wakes up from surgery.

relationship: Joaquín Torres x gn!reader

warnings: established relationship, spoilers for captain america: brave new world, mention and description of injuries and medical procedures, mention of accident and explosions, brief mentions of PTSD from events in Infinity War/Endgame, self-doubts and guilt

word count: 2.2k

A/N: i started writing this the moment i came home from watching BNW. can't believe it took me this long to write for him,, he's been rotating in my mind ever since tfantws <3 we really need more fics for joaquín, he’s so blorbo coded like cmon!! 🥹🥹 if you have any recs pls send them my way!

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(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Sitting by Joaquín’s hospital bed, you bring your hands to your face as you remember his accident on the Indian Ocean. You had watched the broadcast in horror, your heart in your throat as his figure fell from the sky into the open water. 

At that moment, you couldn’t help but remember the video from all those years ago, where you saw how Rhodey had fallen as well, like a rock, everyone watching, unable to do anything to stop him. Just like War Machine, Joaquín had turned uncontrollably on his descent, one of his wings ripped from the suit by the missile exploding right in his face.

You’ve been in the Avengers’ orbit since a little before the battle against Thanos on Wakanda, where you had also fought with everyone, but then got blipped. The transition back to society with a gap of 5 years had been very hard on you, and while you stayed in contact with everyone who remained, helping out whenever you could, you didn’t really have it in you to go back out to the battlefield. Even after all this time, you still have nightmares about the snap and the Battle for Earth. 

Bringing your hands back into your lap, you let out a trembling breath, clinging onto the constant soft beeping of the machinery to tether yourself to reality and not fall down a spiral of despair. Every time your eyes roam over Joaquín’s injuries, you close your eyes, pressing the base of your hands over them, then open them again. Your sight is momentarily sprinkled with dots, and as it clears, you hope for everything to have been a horrible nightmare. But once your view clears up, he’s still there. Unconscious. Hurt.

The surgery he’d been in last night had felt like it was never going to end. Still, you had stayed the whole time, and once he got out, you stayed at his side. 

It’s been several hours since Joaquín got wheeled into his room, the head medic saying he was still unconscious but stable. You shift in the armchair by the bed where you sit. One of the nurses brought you something to eat earlier since you refused to leave, the wrapper of your sandwich still in your hands as your eyes start feeling heavier and heavier, and you can’t find it in yourself to fight the welcome embrace of sleep, slowly spreading through your limbs. You’ve almost completely dozed off when you hear a groan, and immediately your grogginess dissipates. You straighten up in your seat, the wrapper falling to the floor as you scoot closer to the bed, tears stinging behind your eyes. How you still have tears left, you have no idea, given how much you’ve cried in the past hours, terrified of losing the love of your life. 

Joaquín blinks several times, scrunching his face, eyes trying to adapt to the light. He lifts his good arm, looking at the tubes attached to it, and his gaze roams the room and down his body, face contorting in pain lightly. Then his eyes land on you, and his face immediately softens.

“Hey, there,” he croaks out. 

“You’re awake,” you whisper, holding his hand in your trembling ones. “I was scared you wouldn’t.”

“Pfft, it’ll take more than a meagre explosion to defeat the Falcon,” he retorts with a pained smile.

Normally you’d laugh at his jokes, enjoying his silly side, but right now you have no humour left in you. Another wave of tears rolls down your cheeks, and his smile vanishes.

“Please don’t joke about that,” you plead, giving his hand a squeeze. “You were hit by a freaking missile. From a fighter jet. While up in the air between two armies about to start a war with each other.”

“Well, if you put it like that…” He sighs. 

There’s a moment of silence where you again study his bruised face, your gaze landing on the massive burn covering his whole shoulder, streaks of red raw skin visible on his jaw and throat. Your brows furrow in frustration.

“I should have been there,” you mumble, angry at yourself for letting this happen.

“What?” he asks, craning his neck to fully look at you.

“I should have gone with you,” you say, bringing your eyes to look up at him. “Then I could have helped and you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

Joaquín exhales through his nose in disbelief.

“We were in the air, and I went head to head with the missile even after Sam told me to back off,” he retorts, shaking his head. “There was nothing you could have done.”

His tone isn’t scolding; he’s telling the truth and you know it. Still, you can’t help but feel like the outcome could have been different, if you had just been better, braver. You try to choke back a sob, unsuccessful, and his hold tightens around your hand.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” He speaks your name softly. “This isn’t on you. Please don’t cry.”

You grimace, biting the inside of your cheek.

“For a moment I thought you died, Joaquín. I was so scared,” you say with a shaky breath, bringing his hand to your face, and he cups your cheek. You place your hand over his, holding onto it and leaning into his touch like it was the last time you could hold him like this.

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

Your heart shatters at the thought that even after getting hurt, after getting blown up, he’s the one apologising to you. He’s about to add something when the door opens and a nurse comes in. You back off a bit and hastily wipe your face with the back of your sleeves as she does some check-ups, both on Joaquín and the machines, taking some notes on her clipboard. She then takes one of the tubes attached to his arm, and places a syringe at the other end.

“What’s that?” you ask, suspicious. She gives you a quick look with a raised brow, but when she sees the state you’re in, her face relaxes again.

“Painkillers and antibiotics. He’ll need both of them,” she explains.

It doesn’t take long for the fluids to reach Joaquín’s blood system, and he visibly relaxes against the pillows and closes his eyes.

“Oh, hell yeah. That’s the good stuff,” he sighs, and the nurse chuckles softly. You still can’t get yourself to let go of your worry. Once she’s done with everything, she leaves the way she came, exiting the room. As the door closes behind her, your eyes land on the wrapper on the floor, and you pick it up with a sniffle, crumpling it up further.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Can I get you anything?” you ask as you throw the trash into the bin from where you sit, to your surprise making the shot. He doesn't answer, eyes still closed.

“Joaquín?” you ask softly, not wanting to wake him in case he fell asleep again.

“Huh? Wha?” His eyes open and he turns to look at you, his face visibly relaxed now.

“You okay?” You take his hand again, and he gives you a squeeze.

“Hmm-mm,” he hums with a nod, blinking slowly as he tries to focus on your face. “I just think I’m… kinda high right now.”

That’s when you finally break, unable to hold back an endeared chuckle, shaking your head. Joaquín’s eyes are filled with warmth and then concern as they land on your face, brows furrowing as if he just noticed something. His hand comes up to wipe away the remaining streak of tears. He also playfully pinches your cheek for good measure, eliciting another smile of yours.

“That’s better,” he concludes, a smile spreading on his face as well. The smile that could light up any room he’s in, in your humble opinion. 

You prop your elbow onto the edge of the bed, head in your hands as you look at him, and he looks back at you with a silly grin. The beeps on the machine speed up a bit, and you look up at the screen, then back at him with a brow raised in amusement.

“Usually you can’t tell because I’m smooth as hell, but it’s true,” he notes, like a huge secret was just uncovered. “You still make my heart race.”

Heat prickles on your cheeks at his words and you avert your gaze with a snort. As long as your heart is still beating, you think, remembering that they had to resuscitate him after the accident, but you shake those thoughts away, preferring to focus on the fact that he’s still here, alive.

“I know that the moment you’re back on your feet, you’ll be out there again, suited up,” you start after a moment, shooting him a serious look. “So I won’t ask you to stop. But promise me to be more careful next time?”

“Pinky promise.” Joaquín lifts his hand, fingers curled except for his pinky, and you can’t help but chuckle as you mirror his gesture, curling your finger around his. He shakes your hand like that side to side for a bit, then drops it back down onto the bed. A strand of hair falls into his face as he leans back, and you brush it back, caressing over his bruised cheekbone gingerly. 

“When was the last time you slept?” he asks suddenly.

“Hmm.” You look at the timestamp on the muted TV in the corner, currently playing some movie or other. It’s only then that you realise you’ve been intermittently awake for almost two full days now. “Can’t really remember,” you lie.

“You need to rest. You look exhausted,” he remarks, gesturing to himself. “I’m taken care of.”

“No, I’m not leaving you,” you say, putting as much finality into your voice as you can in your state.

He says your name softly. You look away. He sighs.

“Well, if you insist on staying, then at least I can get pampered a bit, yeah?” he starts, and you narrow your eyes at him in feigned suspicion. He asks with a playful pout, “You know what would make me feel better?”

“Hmm?” 

Joaquín turns his head, offering you his cheek. You can’t help but laugh. 

“I thought you were high on painkillers already?”

“Even the best medicine holds nothing against your kisses.”

“Pfft, is that so.” Now it’s your heart’s turn to speed up. You two have been together for a while now, but he still makes you feel warm and fuzzy, and gives you butterflies in your stomach, when he isn’t on the brink of death, at least. “Well, in that case, I better get started on your dose.”

You lean forward, placing a kiss on his cheek, and he hums pleasedly. He doesn’t move, though, clearly waiting for more. You’re more than happy to oblige, placing kiss after kiss on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, being especially careful around his injuries. Finally, you hold his chin to turn his face towards you, and kiss the corner of his mouth, then his lips. It's chaste but sweet, and he smiles into it. When you lean back, his eyes are filled with love, slightly unfocused because of the meds, a goofy grin on his face. As you hold his face, you consider saying something cheesy, hoping he won’t remember it. But before you can speak, there’s a knock at the door, and someone steps in. It’s Sam. He looks surprised to see you.  

“Damn, you’re still here?” he asks with concern, then turns to Joaquín. “How’re you feeling?”

“Splendid, really,” he replies, leaning into your hand still cupping his face.

“He got a decent shot of painkillers,” you explain, looking up at Sam with a tired smile. “He’s high as a kite.”

Sam chuckles, then looks at you worriedly. 

“You need to rest. Both of you.” He places a hand on your shoulder. “Go home, I’ll take it from here.”

You hesitate, looking between the two, and Joaquín nods, his eyes pleading for you to also take care of yourself. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Joaquín says, taking your hand from his face and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll be here when you come back.”

“Right,” you sigh and rise to your feet with wobbly legs now that the exhaustion is finally kicking in full force, and Sam holds you up when your knees threaten to give in. 

“Whoa there. You need a nap, ASAP.” 

“Yeah, yeah I do,” you say with a sigh, steadying yourself as he lets you go, his hands still hovering over your arms for a moment in case he has to grab you again, but you manage to stand straight. You grab your jacket from the back of the chair, and turn to Joaquín. “I’ll come back this evening, okay? I’ll bring your favourite snacks too. Don’t tell the nurse, though.” You wink at him with a knowing smile.

“You’re the best.”

“No, you are.” You lean over him to kiss him goodbye, whispering ‘I love you’ against his lips, and pecking him once more for good measure. The machine’s beeps speed up again.

“Love you too. See you later.” Joaquín brings his hand up to caress over your cheek one last time, then you leave the room.

Sam is still standing there, hands in his pockets, looking down at his friend as the beeps slowly start decreasing back to normal.

“Very cute,” he remarks, unable to bite back a teasing smile. 

“Don’t even,” Joaquín says and rolls his eyes playfully, knowing perfectly well that Sam will never let him live that down.

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I Will Avenge My Ghost [Bucky Barnes/Reader]

Summary: Your sacrifice on Vormir was meant to be your end. You did it for love. You did it for family. And you had no regrets in your decision to be the one to jump instead of Steve. But you never expected to wake up in Wakanda and you certainly never thought that you would still lose Steve and your sister in the years since your death. While you can't get Steve back, you're determined to figure out what happened to your sister and you end up dragging Bucky along for the ride. Your questions lead you to Westview, a sleepy little town harboring a dark past, and a witch named Agatha Harkness. Will you find what you truly seek down, down, down the Witches' Road or will Death finally come to claim you?

Word Count: 3.4k

Author's Note: I was going to hold off on this, but I watched episode seven and I had so many feelings I literally wrote this last night. If you enjoy this and would like to see this continue, please let me know!

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When you jumped off the cliff at Vormir, the decision had been easy. It had been a long five years without your sister and you would have given anything for Wanda. You would also give anything for Steve, and if this brought you closer to winning the war against Thanos and bringing all the lost back, then you would do it.  

A sacrifice of love was needed and you had nothing but love to give for those two. You couldn't live in a world without Steve and while he wanted to do the noble thing, you knew you would never be able to go on without him. So, you used your power one last time to push Steve far away from the edge of the cliff and then threw yourself over it. 

As you fell, you could hear Steve crying out for you. You always assumed your life would flash before your eyes like everyone claimed it would. But all you saw was Vormir's sky eclipsed by Steve reaching over the cliff's edge, as if he could still reach you. And then you saw nothing at all.  

You didn't remember hitting the rocks below, but the only people on your mind as death rushed to meet you were Steve and Wanda. Steve, selfless and sacrificing, and how much he yearned for his best friend, the person who truly understood him above all else, Bucky. And your sister, who had drifted away into dust and oblivion after losing the love of her life. Wanda, who had been forced to kill Vision, only to have it all be for nothing. Her grief had sent shockwaves through you and you would never forget the raw pain that had radiated off her after losing Vis. You couldn't bring Pietro back, and while his death would always weigh on your mind, you knew that you could bring Wanda back into the land of the living. 

You would make it right. You had to. Even if this was your end, then at least it meant something. At least it was used to save countless others.  

Death flowed endlessly around you in glimpses of life and snatches of memories, remembered and forgotten. They fell right through your grasp, never yours to begin with, but a tether to the world you longed to revisit. You fought and struggled, pulling at strands and words, willing them to materialize. You followed a lead, a road, that appeared before you and at the end, you expected to find Death. 

No one will ever be tempted by the darkhold again. 

I miss you. God, I miss you so much. 

I got my dance. I owed her that. I owed myself that. 

I can't feel you.  

We can't reverse death. 

You're gonna need me. 

Immortality never meant anything to me before, but I suppose you’re not mine after all. Not yet, at least. Don’t say I never did you any favors.

You didn't expect to wake up.  

You felt breath expand your lungs and you sat up with a gasp. You didn't know where you were or what had happened to you, but all you could think was that you failed. You had traded your life for the billions of others that had been snapped away by Thanos. If you were here, alive, then it had all been for nothing.  

"Hey, hey," someone was saying, and you could feel hands on your shoulders, but you didn't want to lift your head to try to see who was attempting to talk to you. "She's freaking out here. Don't you think you should do something, Shuri?" 

"And what would you have me do, Bucky? This might not even really be her. I thought her magic was blue." 

"It was," someone said. Bucky, you realized. It was Bucky who had you by the shoulders. "Hey, doll," Bucky tried, bringing a finger up to tuck under your chin and force your head up.  

You met Bucky's eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening. He hadn’t been wrong. You were freaking out, but it wasn’t going to do you any good now. You needed to figure out what the fuck was going on.  

"Bucky?" You tried, your words coming out as a rasp. "Am I alive?" 

Bucky looked like he was torn between relief and confusion. "Yeah, you're here with us." He gestured at the other two people in the room. You recognized one as King T'Challa's sister and you had already known Sam.  

"How did I get here? I died on Vormir. Or...I thought I did. I don't remember dying," you told them, trying to remember what happened. Death hadn't felt like an end, more like a journey. You had felt, all the while, like you were being lead somewhere. Maybe, you couldn't help but think, it was bringing you here.  

"We don't know how you got here," Sam interjected. His arms were crossed and he was wearing a new suit. It wasn't his usual Falcon getup. It was more reminiscent of Steve's, showcasing red, white, and blue with a star on the chest. The shield was strapped to his back, and you started to panic again.  

"Where's Steve?" You quickly let your gaze shift from Sam to Bucky again. “Bucky, where’s Steve? Did he make it? God, I gave up everything for him and if he still died...,” you trailed off, letting the thought go unfinished. It didn’t bear thinking about.  

Bucky turned to throw a look over his shoulder at Sam. You couldn't see Bucky's expression, but you could sure as hell see Sam's.  

Grief. Remorse. Apology. Pain. 

"No," you denied with a quick shake of your head. "I jumped so he would live. I jumped so he would get to have a life." You could feel a strange new energy thrumming along your limbs, and you didn't know how to contain it. You felt restless, an urgency rising within you that you didn't know how to quell.  

"He did," Bucky assured you, finally looking at you again. You felt like his hands on you was the only thing keeping you together, so when he made to draw away, you latched onto his shirt, pulling him closer. "Okay, okay," he soothed, moving to sit on the edge of the examination you realized you were lying on.  

He was treating you like a frightened animal, and you didn’t know how to feel about that. You were torn between seeking comfort in the familiarity of him and lashing out for letting you be so vulnerable. It wasn’t his fault. He was only doing what he could for you, but you were caught between anger and fear, and nothing good ever came out of that particular combination.  

"Then what happened? Where is he?" You demanded, looking from Sam to Shuri and back to Bucky again.  

"He...," Sam paused at another look from Bucky. "Well, she's gonna find out eventually." 

"What?" You snapped, hating that everyone in the room knew something you didn't. "What happened after I jumped?" 

"We defeated Thanos and the people he snapped away came back," Bucky told you, giving you the tiniest hint of a smile when your shoulders began to slump with relief. Before he started talking, his lips twisted to the side in a grimace and you knew he was about to throw you back into the deep end. "But, you've gotta realize that winning that war nearly destroyed Steve. He told me what happened on Vormir and he told me what he wanted to do."  

You were briefly distracted by a shimmer in the air around Bucky. You hadn't realized it before, but the air around him seemed to faintly glow red. As he spoke, it shifted to a light blue, and you were so distracted by the sight that you missed his next words.  

"You alright there, Maximoff?" Sam called, breaking you out of your fascination. The air around Sam seemed to glow just the slightest hint of green while Shuri had a purple aura around her.  

"I don't know?" You answered, ducking your hand to look at your hands. You felt off, somehow. You had never really been the same, not since losing your parents at a young age and having to look out for your younger brother and sister. After being subjected to experiments by sadistic scientists and coming out the other side with superpowers, you figured you would never lead a normal life. Steve had been the closest thing you had ever gotten to a fairytale ending and now he was gone.  

You felt unmoored, adrift, in this new reality and you were waiting to crash down again. You only hoped you would be given the opportunity to brace for impact when the time came.  

A light danced across your fingers, your magic beginning to flare up with your frustration. You had never been anywhere on your sister's level, your magic blue where hers was red and chaotic. But you had also been able to tame a flame and throw objects around with just a thought. She would always be the more powerful of the two of you, but you had held your own well enough in a fight.  

The magic that pushed up beneath your skin to pool in your palm was no longer blue, but orange.  

"Huh," you breathed, no longer able to accept that you were rooted in reality. "This is the weirdest dream ever." You finally looked back up at Bucky, catching his worried expression. "You think this is what I'm seeing before I die?" 

"Doll, that's what I've been trying to tell you. You did die," he stressed, tightening his grip on your shoulders. "There was never a body. Steve wanted to bring you back, but you just weren't there." 

"The soul stone must have claimed her. It did require a sacrifice," Shuri observed with a thoughtful noise. "I could tell something was happening. There was just too much energy and while I thought it was your sister, it turned out to be you swirling around in the air like a ghost. I still have no idea how you corporealized and got here from Vormir, but you're living and breathing," she assured you, gesturing towards a monitor you realized was showing your heartbeat, oxygen levels, and other vitals.  

There were too many worries crowding your mind and you tried to sort them out. You thought if you could just focus, then maybe something would start to make sense.  

"Steve?" You tried again, not able to accept that he might be gone.  

"He passed on," Sam said, his tone somber and apologetic. “Wasn’t that long ago, but I’m sorry to tell you, he’s no longer with us.” 

Bucky shot him a glare, but you shook your head.  

"No, tell me," you demanded, trying to force yourself to breathe. “I’m not going to get anywhere with you hiding things from me.” You wanted to scream and rage, but you weren't sure what your magic would do if you gave into the instinct. It was new, something you had to relearn, and you didn't want to hurt Bucky, Sam, or Shuri because you couldn't control it.  

"He, uh, well," Bucky started with a wince. "He had to bring the stones back to their original homes. He told me before he left that he was never going to be able to save you. Your death was tied to the fate of billions and there was nothing he could do to get you back. The soul stone wouldn't return you, but the time stone could still give him a life. It could help him right some past wrongs and regrets." 

Bucky stopped talking, but you didn't need him to continue. You could almost see it playing out like a movie in your mind. Steve searching for you one last time on Vormir only to be informed that you were no longer there. Steve leaving and finding Peggy. Steve finally getting his dance. Steve getting his happy ending.  

Without you.  

You pulled away from Bucky, your hands curling into themselves as you felt your power build up. A brilliant, blinding orange light caressed your skin and you threw your hands out to the sides, releasing everything that had been building up.  

You let out a scream, throwing your head back as you attempted to claw back control from the wild impulse of your magic. It was untamed, no longer held under your will, and you felt like it would tear you apart. It was lighting you up from the inside and you were distantly aware of the smell of smoke and flame.  

Someone was shouting your name, attempting to bring you back to yourself. But all you could feel was pain and the agony of losing Steve after all was almost too much for you to take.  

Someone wrapped their arms around you, trapping your arms at your sides. It was enough to pull you out of your grief, the surprise of being so fully embraced while you were feeling like a bomb that had finally gone off shocked you into finally reeling your magic back in and storing it away.  

Bucky had you in a tight hold, but it wasn't restricting. It was comfort and reassurance and understanding.  

 “You couldn’t have done that before she burned a hole through the floor?” Shuri wondered, sounding exasperated.  

“Where do you keep your fire extinguisher?” Sam wondered, his voice drifting away as he searched for something to put out the fire that was still raging on the floor.  

"I know," he was whispering, ignoring all the alarms you had accidentally set off. You could hear Shuri cursing and Sam rifling through a cabinet. "I know, alright? It hurts. It hurts me too," Bucky confided in you, keeping his voice low enough so only you could hear him. “But you’ve gotta keep it in right now. Just for now. And then I’ll get you someplace where you can let it all go. Once we know you’re okay,” he added after a moment.  

 You let your arms wrap around Bucky's waist, resting your head on his shoulder. He brought a hand up, letting it curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place. You could feel tears tracking down your cheeks, but you no longer wanted to cry. You had gotten your answer, and while it wasn't what you wanted, you couldn't begrudge Steve a happy ending. Not after everything he had given up to save the world time and again.  

 You absentmindedly reached a hand out, drawing on the flames and letting the fire fall into your hand. You closed your hand into a fist, letting it die.  

“Neat trick you’ve got there. You couldn’t have done that sooner?” Sam asked, finally brandishing a fire extinguisher that was no longer needed.  

“Perhaps we should give them a moment,” Shuri suggested to Sam. “Why don’t you come look at these readouts with me?” 

“I’m not a toddler. You don’t have to distract me,” Sam grumbled, but he dutifully followed Shuri to the other side of the room, leaving you and Bucky with a small measure of privacy.  

"I'm sorry," you muttered into Bucky's shoulder, letting yourself only focus on him. "I'm sorry he left you. He really loved you, you know." 

"Yeah," Bucky huffed out on a humorless laugh. "He really loved you too." 

You stayed like that for a while, soaking up Bucky's presence while everything fell apart around you.  

"Sam's Cap now?" You checked, knowing that if Sam wielded the shield, then he had taken on the mantle. “He’s good for it.” You knew that if Steve had passed on the shield to Sam, then it was with very good reason. You had always assumed that if Steve retired, then Bucky would take on the role of Captain America, but looking at him now, Bucky just seemed tired. Maybe he didn’t so much want to play hero as he wanted to simply stop looking over his shoulder at every turn waiting for his past to resurface.  

"Yeah," Bucky answered, finally pulling away enough to look at you. "You missed a lot while you were gone, you know." 

"How long has it been since I died, Bucky?" Steve was gone and Sam was Captain America and Bucky seemed less constrained, but still wary. It was a monumental change, but you had a sinking feeling it was only the tip of the iceberg. 

"Years." Bucky watched you in silence for a long, drawn-out moment. You heard the door open, but didn't bother to see if it was admitting someone new or if Shuri and Sam had finally had enough of pretending they weren’t eavesdropping on your conversation with Bucky. "Look, there's something I should tell you, but after how you reacted to Steve, I don't know how you're gonna take this." 

"What are you--" 

"I almost didn't believe it," someone interrupted, and you finally looked over to see Stephen Strange standing in the doorway. "It's miraculous is what it is," he continued, not aware of the way you tensed at his presence.  

There was something dark in the air around him. It looked as if something had latched on to him and was content to be a passenger. You didn't know why you were literally seeing people in a new light, but you knew that whatever had happened with Stephen wasn't good. It was like it had left a stain on his soul. 

"Stephen," you greeted with a nod of your head. "What the hell happened to you? You’re...different," you decided, watching how the inky wisps attached to his aura pulsed at your words. You couldn’t tell if it was something separate or if it was simply a part of Strange now.  

Stephen's brow furrowed in confusion. He shot Bucky a look and then Sam and Shuri. "Did you--?" He let the question hang, waiting for them to answer. 

"No," Shuri told him, watching you in interest. "She's changed. Her power has evolved with her death." 

You swung your legs over the side of the table and let yourself stand. Bucky reached out to help you or hold you back, you weren't sure, but you waved him off. Another question had come to mind, and you instinctively knew that Stephen would have something to do with the answer you were seeking. Shuri had mentioned your sister earlier and now she was all you could think about. Why did Shuri it was your sister trying to materialize? Wasn’t Wanda alive? You would never get Steve back, and you would never want to rip away whatever peace he had stolen for himself. But Wanda would need you. Wanda always needed you. If something had happened to her in your absence, then it was your job to find her and help her.  

So, you met Stephen's gaze and held your head high, not wanting to show even a hint of weakness.  

"Where's my sister?" You asked, daring him to lie to you. You could see a flicker of uncertainty in his expression as you advanced on him. You could feel the tempting crackle of your power tingling along your fingers. You longed to see Wanda, knowing that she would be the only thing keeping you from truly falling apart. Your sacrifice had cost you more than your life. It had cost you Steve. And you would be damned if it also cost you your sister.  

You felt like your soul was reaching out to her, your entire being aching to pull her back into your orbit, but there was a strange emptiness inside you. It was like she was drifting further away from you by the second.  

Stephen met your gaze, never letting it stray. "What do you know about the darkhold?" Stephen finally responded after what felt like an eternity waiting for any news about what had happened to your sister. 

It wasn't what you wanted to hear and you couldn't help but lash out with your magic. It had been coiled, ready to strike, and who were you to deny it when you finally had a worthy target?  

You had expected to simply push him with your power. It had been a familiar defensive response before your death, but now your magic seemed to take hold of the reigns. It curled out away from you and wrapped around his throat. You could hear his breath cut off and Bucky was calling your name, but you didn't care.  

There was only one thing you cared about at the moment and Stephen Strange seemed to hold all the answers.  

So, you decided to give him one more chance and posed the question that had overtaken your mind.  

"Where's Wanda?"  Additional Author's Note: If you'd like to be tagged, just let me know!!

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Thief of my money, thief of my heart - Choi Su-Bong/Thanos x reader +Twin! Nam-Gyu part 3

Summary: Next in the games? Mingle, what happens whenever you get split up from your boys?

Warnings: Squid game gore, there is blood, talks of murder, talks of dead bodies, etc

The next morning was very odd, waking up before everyone, thank god, you slipped easily out of the bunk, leaving Thanos on his own. The morning went by just like every other day, you all ate breakfast, went to the bathroom, and then went up and down stairs to the next game.

Walking into the giant mingle room, you watched as both your brother and his friend started to jump up and down, excitedly, you just scanned the room, counting each colored door in the giant room. As you all made your way to the spinning platform in the center of the room, Thanos and Nam-gyu kept a tight hold on you, keeping you in between them "Please just leave me aloneee" You groaned, desperately trying to wiggle out of their grip, they just held on tighter, dragging you to the room as the speaker would call out different numbers.

As the game got more intense, you ended up getting split up from your brother and Thanos, instead being picked up, dragged into a different room with player 001 and 456. "T-Thank you" You whispered, bowing slightly as your hands shook "aren't you with that purple haired guy? Player 230? Did he leave you behind?" 001 asked, you looked at him confused, feeling different emotions rush through you, you huffed "N-No! They wouldn't leave me like that! Nam-Gyu is my brother, and he wouldn't do that!" You snapped, offended they'd even imply that. Once the door unlocked, you rushed out, desperately looking for your brother, hoping that he was safe. As you looked around the crowd, you felt tears building in your eyes "N-Nam-Gyu!" You shouted nervously, feeling tears start to fall from your cheeks as soon as you spotted both boys making their way out. "Welcome back, My friends!" Thanos shouted, rushing towards the platform as your brother made some type of noise behind him, trying to rush over to them, you were stopped by the crowd being too compacted on the platform as it spun.

"Three players!" The speaker box called, you felt your throat closing up, you could see from afar, the boys were arguing with Min-Su and Se-mi, as you tried to get closer, you watched as the boys took off leaving your friend, Se-mi behind. As people took off for the rooms, you finally made your way to her "Find one more?" You asked panting, watching as her panicked expression turned into a determined one, you both splitting up to find one more player. As the clock counted down further, you tried to find Se-mi again, only coming up empty handed as the clock hit five seconds. Backing up slightly trying to get a better view of the game room doors, you slipped on blood, sending you onto the ground.

Thanos could feel his high fading as he watched Nam-Gyu start to shake at the small hole in the door "Y-Y/n" He mumbled, feeling himself start to cry, Thanos huffed, throwing his friend to the side to look out of the window, seeing you across the room, sitting on the ground, looking around in a panic. Thanos shouted loudly, screaming your name as he glanced between you and the clock, before you disappeared, no longer in your spot, instead just a trail of blood being dragged out of view. Did he miss the timer going off? Surely not, it only now got to zero, so where did you go? He turned around quickly, pressing his fists to his forehead before punching the wall repeatedly.

You sat in the brightly colored room, panting loudly, Se-mi still holding onto the back of your jacket tightly from yanking you into the room at the very last second. "Are you okay? I thought I lost you out there" She smiled softly, releasing your jacket to help you up, as you stood to your feet, you couldn't help but jump at the screams and gunfire. Whenever they let you out of the small room, you and Se-mi decided you'd stick together for the rest of the game, even if it meant only being you two. You both had made a great team, completing the game with ease after that, walking back to the room together, unknown of the two sulking men that were about 30 feet behind you, under the impression you hadn't made it through the game. As the boys made it into the room, they failed to notice your frame sitting on your bed, Se-mi sat in front of you as you spoke about the real reason you had come to the games.

"So they really did that to you? That's fucked up" She huffed, shooting both boys a glare from her spot "I know, but I mean..I've somewhat forgiven them, the best I can in this situation" You explained, shrugging your shoulders gently as you slowly stood up "I'm..going to go check on them, they seem really weird" You whispered, apologizing before you made your way over to both boys, watching as they looked at you as if you were a ghost. Thanos was first to jump up and tackle you in a hug "Senorita! I'm so glad to see you!" He shouted, holding you tightly to his chest, you just grimaced at how hard his grip was, being this close to them, you realized he was extremely high. You eventually broke out of his grip, hugging your brother tightly "I'm so happy you're okay, oppa" You mumbled as you squeezed him tighter, he hugged you back gently before pulling away. "Of course I'm okay! I've got Thanos the great!" He shouted excitedly, you just rolled your eyes, of course they were both high, at least they didn't look upset "We thought you died! I saw it!" Thanos shouted pointing at his eyes and then yours "I missed you, Senorita!" He added on before hugging you again, you just sighed hugging him back tightly, knowing he wouldn't stop until you did.

Whenever lights out came, Su-Bong insisted on sleeping in your bunk again, demanding that he needed to protect you after hearing 456 talking about someone attacking. You just rolled your eyes, allowing it to happen, not expecting him to be telling the truth, as the soon as the lights went out, things got crazy. You heard screams and the sound of blood and bodies hitting the floor, Su-Bong just held onto you tightly, knowing your bunk provided some type of hiding spot for you both. As the guards rushed in, you noticed your brother in the floor, laying on the ground with his bloody hands placed on his head, as your breathing started to pick up, you noticed a body near him, glancing around panicked knowing the one person he had an issue with was Se-mi. "What the fuck was that? Are you okay?" you heard her voice ask from next to you, her frame staying crouched next to your bed, you immediately let out a breath of relief, feeling as if a weight was just lifted off of your shoulders. "Se-mi..Thank god" You whispered, leaning up to hug her tightly, not being able to shake the image of your brother's bloody hands out of your mind, did he really kill someone?

As you watched the guards order everybody to their beds, you stared at your brother, only looking away whenever he glanced at you, you weren't sure what the hell he did, but you were sure of one thing, whoever that man was, was not the person you called your big brother.

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What do we think lovelies? I had to change up a few things, obviously, but with that I also couldn't kill off poor Se-mi, but I also wanted to leave it on a slight cliff hanger for the next part <3 Dad! T.O.P coming up next!!

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