#i was holding onto the slim hope that it wouldn't happen and i would just be able to pass this off as a blip

[gingerbreadmonsters]

actually fuck me

[starb3rrys]

Hiiii! I literally I’m in love with your blog theme😭😭so so prettyyyy!

Well, i was thinking, hunting dogs x kdrama cliches :) which cliche do you think would have each member?

AGH!! Thank you so much for the compliment! (Pink is my favorite color o3o). To be honest, I have never watched a K-Drama in my life but I researched popular cliches just for you, Darling! I hope I did a good job.(￣▽￣)

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Hunting Dogs as K-Drama Cliches

Hunting Dogs x K-Drama Cliches

Crack?

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Tachihara

Tending to his wounds

It's no secret that Tachihara gets hurt a lot. From small cuts to full on gashes; Tachihara always has some new wound that needs some patching up, and that's where you step in. While you clean and bandage his wounds, Tachihara's eyes tend to always stay on you, he seems to love how protective and caring you are with him, often asking himself how you put up with his bullshit for so long. But those loving eyes of his won't save him from what's to come, because after patching up his wound-- comes the scolding. HE JUST SITS THERE WITH A POUT AS YOU LECTURE HIM ABOUT BEING WRECKLESS LIKE A 5 YEAR OLD-. Half the time he isn't even scared of the wound itself, he's scared about the scolding, lecture, and glare he is gonna get from you when he gets back home. But at the end of the day, some love and kisses are shared, you do love him after all.

Making heart signs

Something about Tachihara just screams--Silly peace and heart signs across the room. If you two are ever across the room from each other and you happen to glance at him; he will smile, point at himself, make a heart with his hands, then point at you! ("I love you" btw--if you didn't get it). If you get on the bus to go home for the day, he will 100% make heart signs outside of the window to let you know that he loves you and will miss you, as the bus drives away. To be honest, it's become a sort of cute habit, he often does it in pictures or just to see you smile. (I love him so much.)

Sharing a coat

If it's ever cold outside, his first instinct is to open up his coat, and pull you inside-- wrapping you both with the warm/comfy coat. He definitely uses the excuse "You just looked cold", in order to hug and hold you from behind. A bit off topic, but he is always so warm, his hugs are always tight and loving!

Jouno

Enemies to Lovers

The common "Enemies to lovers" troupe fits Jouno perfectly in my opinion. Let's be honest, he can be very annoying at times and there is a high chance you wouldn't get along. From shit talking, all the way to full blown arguments, there would always be a conflict present. Inevitably, as time passes by--that hatred turned into something more. You'd find your heart beating faster as Jouno walked by, and Jouno quickly caught on. What used to be petty insults, turned into playful teasing...and playful teasing turned into a shared kiss under the moonlight.

Bumping into each other

(Its literally his pass time to bump into random people/J). The first time you two met, you bumped into each other. The blow had caused you to fall onto the floor, pain filling your senses. When you looked up, you saw Jouno standing over you, you both felt a small sense of attraction towards each other...but unlike the K-Drama's, he did not help you up. He probably told you to "Watch where you're going", then proceeded to walk away. (He is so annoying. I love him sm).

Sleeping by his hospital bed until he recovers

Taking into account the monthly surgeries the hunting dogs have to go through, they are bound to be in a hospital bed for at least a few days. You'd often visit Jouno while he rested in his hospital bed, delicately holding his slim hands in yours, hoping he would recover soon. You couldn't bring yourself to leave his side, so you stayed on the sofa next to his bed, slowly falling asleep as your lover recovered.

Tecchou

Piggyback ride

Tecchou is such a sweet man, especially with you. "You're tired? Here...get on my back", easy fix. He will literally kneel down in-front of you so he can give you a piggyback ride. To be honest, he definitely got into that habit because of Teruko, since he often gives her piggyback rides, why not give you one?. He will carry you with such ease and make you feel like the lightest person in the world! "You sure I'm not heavy?", you asked worriedly as your hands were wrapped around his neck. "Of course not, you don't weigh a thing", he said calmly as he carried you around the park.

Arguing then confessing in the rain

I love Tecchou with dramatic cliches. A petty argument between you two had begun, it got so heated you literally walked out of the building during a rainstorm. Tecchou quickly chased after you, even though you two were arguing--he didn't want to risk you getting hurt, you were too important to him. His hand reached for your arm, ultimately grabbing your wrist. "Let go of me, Tecchou!", you protested as he pulled you closer to him. "I won't! I can't let you go!", Tecchou argued, refusing to let go. You glared at him, "Why not?! Why can't you ju-" "GODDAMMIT, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!", Tecchou yelled, cutting you off. Your froze, eyes widening as the water continued to pour on the two of you...what did he just say?...

The 360 degree camera revolving kissing scene

This one is following the previous cliche. After his confession, you both immediately moved closer and grabbed each others faces, your lips connecting in pure desperation. The 360 camera would definitely fit your needy kiss. The camera shows how the rain dripped down your wet clothes, his arm wrapped around your waist while his hand held the back of your head, not wanting to let go...

Fukuchi

Trimming his mustache

I just know his lil mustache needs regular maintenance, thankfully he has his lovely s/o to help him out. He happily sat on the toilet seat as you spread shaving cream on his face. He allowed you to move and tilt his head as you pleased. Fukuchi couldn't help but look at you with such love in his eyes while you trimmed his mustache. The focused look in your eyes, the way your eyebrows scrunched together in an attempt to be as accurate as possible was absolutely adorable to him.

Flashbacks

The iconic "Flashbacks to random events" cliche fits Fukuchi in my opinion. He often finds himself looking at you and having flashbacks to moments between you two; when you first met, your first kiss, your first embrace, those memories fill him with pure joy. The flashbacks themselves are probably more dramatic in his head than they actually were. Unfortunately, his little flashback sessions often distract him from his present work, so you often need to snap him out of his own thoughts.

Hangover Cures

This man gets blackout drunk. He literally peed on the agency's banner when drunk-. So it's no surprise that you have to take care of his horrible hangover the next day. Cue the montage of you running around the house like a maid taking care of him. From bringing his drowsy state some water, to helping him throw up all of the alcohol he consumed, you do your best to take care of him in his hungover state. In addition, he is definitely clingy when he's both drunk and/or hung over, so expect a lot of needy requests. (Please god, save the reader.) He will make sure to express his gratefulness for you with a bouquet of flowers and a nice dinner...before getting blackout drunk again-.

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I decided to add multiple cliches--rather than just one--that would match the hunting dogs since there were so many to choose from! This was one of the funnest requests to research (Really had me over here giggling and writing notes). I hope I did a good job researching!! Love ya!:)

[nighttime-horrors]

Do you think that you can make angst and fluff head canons for Tim Wright and/or Evan Myers???

☼︎ Angst and Fluff Headcanons ☼︎

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: Tim Wright (Marble Hornets); Evan Meyers (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff and angst (duh, haha); Allusions to mental illness; References to possession; Gender neutral Reader; No use of (Y/N); SFW

⊹ฺ Note: Sorry if this took forever! <3

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✧ Tim Wright

⊹ฺ Before I get into it, I love him so much, I just want to kiss all over his face.

⊹ฺ Tim is the best person to nap/cuddle with. He is so warm and holds you so closely, it's impossible not to feel loved.

⊹ฺ He has sleepy parent friend energy - like, he will gladly smile and nod at what you do, but will also get so nervous depending on what it is. As ready to smile and nod as he is, he is also fully prepared to sigh at you and your plan.

⊹ฺ Periodically disappears (as Tim does) and no matter how long he's gone, he always feels so bad and you are the first person he reaches out to.

⊹ฺ In that same vein, Time goes back and forth between seeking you out and isolating himself when he's low; he wants to be around you (his safe space), but he also doesn't want to put you in harm's way.

⊹ฺ When he's travelling around with Jay, he tries to come and see you any time he can. It's all far and few between, but he tries his hardest.

⊹ฺ Speaking of things more "Marble Hornets related", Masky hesitates when he sees you. While Tim would love to think his alter wouldn't hurt you, that doesn't stop him from trying to take control back to keep you safe.

⊹ฺ Tim gets so nervous whenever you cough. His body tenses and he feels like his heart stops.

⊹ฺ No matter where he is, he always makes sure to call or text right at midnight on your birthday. He loves you so much, and therefore, has to be the first person to tell you.

⊹ฺ Guys, I love him so much, you don't understand, haha.

✧ Evan Meyers

⊹ฺ Poor thing, holy shit.

⊹ฺ Loves holding your hand and carrying you around. He can't explain it, but carrying you around is so fun for him.

⊹ฺ Teases you a lot; seeing your smile or hearing your laugh just make his day twenty times better.

⊹ฺ Loves watching horror movies with you or playing horror games - he's always hoping something scares you enough for you to grab onto him, haha.

⊹ฺ Speaking of, Evan is absolutely your biggest protector. If he wasn't already trigger happy about kicking the asses of demons and cosmic/eldritch horrors, you would definitely be what kicks that off.

⊹ฺ Makes Jeff and Vinnie to swear they'll look after you if anything happens to him.

⊹ฺ Thinks about keeping his distance from you a lot to keep you safe. It never works, though. He misses you and worries about you too much.

⊹ฺ He makes sure that you know where all of his knives are and how to use them. He wants you to be able to have a fighting chance if he's not around, whether that's physically, or because his body's being used against his will.

⊹ฺ Would love to one day have a family with you (if you also want one), but also knows how slim the chances of that happening are. He doesn't trust himself enough, either.

⊹ฺ Evan always makes sure that he falls asleep after you. He's gotta make sure you're safe and sound before he rests.

[mins-fins]

space science.

&&. poor you, poor miserable, troubled, unfavorable you.

pairing: liu yangyang x m!reader

genre: angst, bittersweet tragedy 🙁

warnings: mentions of abuse

word count: 1.7k

notes: i wanted to make people sad today guys 😆 okay i didnt mean to make this my yangyang fic debut on my account and im sorry but you guys.. it's just needed okay! i need to make a whole wayv angst thing wait………(hendery is next 😈)

"what do you wanna be when you grow up?"

you whisper against yangyang's ears, eyes closed as you lean your head onto his shoulder. your arms were wrapped around his chest, leaning on his shoulders as he carried you on his back, his hands rested on your thighs. yangyang's eyes trailed over the path before him, observing the familiar rock pattern littering the ground, one he recognizes.

yangyang had nothing in mind, too focused on the weight on his back, seemingly unbothered even with how long the two of you have been walking.

"i don't know yet.." he mutters, his voice low as he continued walking, showing no signs of tiredness in his voice or actions. he continued to walk forward, venturing through the forest down a familiar path, one he'd walk down so many times when he was younger.

you hold onto yangyang tightly, scared he might be mad at having to carry you. that probably isn't the case, especially because he's never had any trouble carrying you before, but that doesn't stop the thoughts from invading your mind.

"does y/n still dream of becoming an astronaut?" yangyang asks, his shoes stepping on rocks and dust, creating sounds that echoed in the forest. his question is meant to be a distraction for you, it's meant to make you forget the pain you are currently in. the more he thought about it, the more he remembered details of your life that he thought he'd long since forgotten.

it was when you two were in elementary school, you told him that you wanted to be an astronaut when you grew up.

i want to see the stars up close! he remembers you exclaiming, so passionately, eyes shining so bright, it was like they were stars themselves.

years have passed, and that dream was nothing more than the fantasies created by a child. you created it as an escape, the stars in the sky were the only things that truly gave you hope in times where you were suffering at home.

whenever you couldn't take it, you'd find yourself at a familiar place, your safe place, as you liked to call it, a place that only the two of you knew about. a small secluded treehouse in the forest behind his parents house, where you could escape from the chaos of your home life, where you could peacefully sit and stare the stars.

you'd always make wishes on the stars, hoping that one day, your life would become just a little more bearable, that mom wouldn't be mad at you all the time, that your dreams would become a reality in somehow or another.

you had now been reduced to nothing but a fragile human being, one who couldn't be put back together no matter how much yangyang tried.

"i don't want to anymore.." you mutter, blinking your tears away as you stare at yangyang's face. you give a sad smile, and continue. "i just want to be with you forever" you whisper, hiding your face in his neck.

yangyang smiles bitterly at the statement, the chances of that happening was slim to none. it was an innocent statement, yes, but with the way you two had turned out, the idea of you two staying seemed more harmful to you than anything.

yangyang loves you, really, he does— but he can't help you.

his emotions always confuse him when he's with you, he can't control the overwhelming sadness, anger, or happiness he feels when around you.

but what can he even do? it's not like you did all of this to yourself, you were never given a happy life because your mother is a bitter women, hated seeing you turn into everything she couldn't— to the point that she'd destroy anything that made you happy.

he could never do anything to help you, all he could do was watch, observe. he would see all the new bruises on your body and be absolutely useless in the situation.

he would always offer to carry you when you were especially hurt, which pretty much became the thing for you too. there would be moments where you'd be too slow, so hurt that walking would hurt you, and yangyang wouldn't even ask, he'd just let you jump on his back and he'd carry you to your safe place.

sometimes, yangyang feels guilty, because no matter what, he can't save you.

sometimes; not always.

helping you has always been yangyang's thing, from the moment the two of you met at five, the idea of being able to help you, save you from the nightmare which was your moms house, was what constantly reassured him.

he promised you that someday, he'd get you out of there, that the two of you could run away together forever, and you wouldn't have to worry about your parents, or school, or hurting.

you were so beautiful, so innocent, you had a smile so bright it seemed that you could heal all disasters with it. yangyang never knew why the urge to protect you seemed to come naturally, but it just did, you didn't deserve to be in that kind of environment, he couldn't believe the kinds of things your mom put you through.

you were vulnerable, so easy to break.

and so is he— but yangyang would never admit it, because the idea of anybody seeing that side of him made him want to vomit, no one, and he means no one is allowed to know that, because it's stupid, it's idiotic, it's—

he can't explain it, he feels like he's wasting his time trying to come up with excuses in his mind.

he doesn't even know if he can muster up enough mind to actually look at you.

your a crybaby, weak, pathetic, stupid—

oh poor poor y/n, poor sad y/n, poor y/n who can't stand up for himself, poor y/n who still believes the stars will save him, poor little y/n whose been reduced to nothing but a fragile mess!

though the words always work their way into yangyang's mind, he could never leave you behind.

yangyang finally stops, having made it to the destination you begged him to take you too.

he originally wanted to refuse— because after all this time you couldn't just keep running away from your problems, choosing to go to some treehouse in the middle of a forest and wishing on the stars instead of confronting your issues head on, like you should be.

but no matter how hard he tried, yangyang didn't refuse, just bit his tongue and agreed. making you unhappy was the last thing he wanted to do, you were hurt, in pain, unwell, and if this was the one thing he could do for you, then so be it.

yangyang curses himself for easily being influenced by you..

"yangyang.. i love you" you whisper, voice shaky as you spoke. yangyang hums, hiking you higher up his back as he climbs the stairs to your safe place.

"i love you too, y/n.." he says back, his expression remaining empty as he gives a mere glance at your face, at your watery eyes.

yangyang slowly takes you off his back, placing you down onto the couch right beside the entrance. he performs the action gently, as if afraid of breaking you if he dropped you down too recklessly.

your obsessed, says yangyang's friends, you've become too attached to him, always clinging onto him no matter what. you shouldn't be putting all your issues onto his shoulders, being dependent on him to always help you when your in need, he deserves better, they all say, better than you.

yangyang knows you too well to even be annoyed by how you act anymore. your presence has become comforting to him, it's not exactly easy to explain, because he'd probably come off as creepy if he even tried to voice his thoughts about you, he's just so used to you being there beside him—

like there's something wrong when you aren't there with him.

people say that the love you harbor for yangyang isn't normal, your more infatuated than in love, people say that yangyang should run while he has the chance..

but yangyang knows more than they do, you could never truly hurt him even if you wanted to, you can't even hurt a fly, let alone hurt him. he's pretty much the only person keeping you up, you'd be gone if he wasn't around, you need him.

he's the only person you can count on, your mother is shitty and your father is gone.

"are we going to look at the stars?" your voice snaps yangyang out his distracting thoughts process, and you immediately circle your arms around his waist when he places himself beside you.

yangyang lets you squeeze him, your cold fingers rub against the skin of his waist, but he doesn't even shiver at the touch anymore, instead settling into the solace of it, a feeling he recognizes from you.

he doesn't respond immediately, instead pointing up at the opening in the ceiling, where they could clearly see the stars through the glass. yangyang had installed it into the treehouse himself so you could stare at the stars without having to go outside.

"orion" he states, his other arm coming to rest around your waist. "and ursa major".

"i guess were not seeing cassiopeia tonight.." you mutter, not exactly to yangyang, but more to yourself. your voice conveys disappointment, but you quickly shake off whatever thoughts you were having.

"you can still make a wish, though".

yangyang knows you, he knows you so well, it was often that you'd make a wish when you saw the constellation cassiopeia, thinking of it as a good luck charm because of it's connection to your birthday.

you lower your head, eyes pointed to the floor. "they never come true anyway.."

yangyang slowly retracts his hand and moves it to intertwine your fingers, he doesn't say any more, and neither do you, a comfortable silence settles between you two.

"aren't you afraid y/n?"

the question is a surprising one, but you don't say much about it, just let out an airy laugh, giving a little squeeze at his hand. "i'll be alright because your here".

a small smile comes to your face, but it's sad, your unwell, your sick, your sad, and yangyang can't help you, no matter how much he tries.

oh poor you—

whose been reduced to nothing but a fragile mess.

[wxtchpilot]

That wasn't something Shido could answer with clear certainty.

If the same phenomena that displaced her was the same that displaced Tenguu City one year ago, the chances of her being able to return there was slim. Shido could never go back to his old life; he accepted that ages ago.

However, he was fortunate enough to have family members with ties to an international organization with lots of resources at their disposal, as well as help from those he met along the way that he was able to adjust to the change in his life. And with most of those he knew from back then surviving, he truly was in a rather fortunate position.

But what about this girl?

He knew nothing about her situation prior to this, if she had any family or friends or even the exact location of where she came from, but the chances were that she had no one to help her as of now, no one to contact and no way back to where her home is if the same event befell her.

"....I don't know. If what happened to you was exactly the same thing that happened to Tenguu City, there's a real possibility your home is gone. But even so, we don't know anything for sure. It could have been something else altogether, but until we figure this out, I can't say anything for sure."

Then again, it was odd he hadn't heard anything about a second mass displacement event happening. Ratatoskr had Sites and eyes all over the world. The FRAXINUS, the airship his little sister commanded was more or less one high level facility that was deemed very important, not to mention often serving as the main hub of command for the SEPHIRA Initiative, which was Ratatoskr's special taskforce that responded to any threat to the world, both on the ground as well as off planet.

Shido was technically part of this initiative as "Member 0" where his role would have been to recruit new members, or at least convince them to join. If a second displacement event occurred, Shido would have heard about it already and he and a lot of his acquaintances would be making their way to ground zero to investigate. And yet he hadn't heard about it from anyone else so far.

Was the event so recent that the information simply hadn't reached them yet?

Or was something else at play?

Either way, all that really mattered was that there was someone in front of him who needed help.

"But with that being said, I'll do my best to help you. Whatever happened, your circumstances are too troubling to just ignore. Somehow, I'll find a way to get you back home, and if that isn't an option, we can figure something else out. So don't worry, everything will work out one way or another"

With all of this, it sounded like the school would be completely gone, perhaps everyone there too. Suletta still worried if it carried over to other stations or planets, because if Mercury was gone too, then that would be it, she'd have no home to go to.

She didn't want to panic, she didn't want to fear the worst either, but it was getting harder and harder the more the situation sank in. She should focus on that he said it doesn't mean its wiped out or everyone is dead, she should hold onto some form of hope.

If she ran, she'd only gain one. If she kept moving forward, she'd gain two.

'Just have to keep moving forward...' It was scary, but it was better than running away and being alone in an unknown world.

He was willing to help her as well, which she appreciated more than she could vocalize.

"R-Right, of course. I can't run away, if anyone r-really is out there then I have to help find them. So...so thank you, really! I'll make sure to help and do my part!"

The girl immediately awkwardly bowed, though she also forgot something important. Looking back up at him for a few seconds, the teenager began to fumble with her fingers.

"...My name is Suletta Mercury. Thank you for choosing to help me...I wouldn't know wh-what to do if you didn't."

She'd probably be hurt, or worse off.

[captains-simp]

Carol Danvers ~ Put On A Show

(This isn't what she looks like in this fic but it is the ✨I'm gonna make you see the stars vibe✨)

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word Count: 3,569

Includes: lil bit of public teasing, thigh grinding, edging, gagging on fingers, praise, strap on, overstimulation and oral

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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Being an Avenger taught you to handle a lot of difficult situations.

You knew how to take down a state of the art quinjet in a minute. You could survive on an unknown planet. You had played a significant part in tracking down and rounding up the last Hydra agents.

And yet no one had ever prepared you to be stuck in a room with a hundred arrogant business men who were desperately trying to impress you with what they thought was power.

You were certain you could have better conversations with a caveman.

You weren't a superspy like Natasha. You couldn't fake interest, put on a realistic smile and pretend to enjoy yourself like she could.

You weren't Tony who genuinely enjoyed himself at those kind of parties and thrived at being the center of attention.

And you weren't Carol who didn't need either of those things. If she didn't want to talk to someone, she wouldn't. It only took one of her looks to make any of the leaches hurry away. She didn't have to worry about the repercussions of doing so because there weren't any. Non of the guests would ever be willing to admit they were intimidated by a woman.

Not that you were jealous of what Carol had. Carol wasn't the kind of person you wanted to be, but she sure as hell was the kind of person you wanted to be with. And that woman was one of a kind.

The distraction of the Captain was definetly not helping you keep your cool. She wore a tight fitting dark blue suit that you had been struggling to stop yourself staring at ever since you had first seen it. Her hair was hanging loose at her shoulders and had become messy from the amount of times she had run her slim hand through it. That alone had your mind reeling of what other ways you could get it to look like that.

You had been lucky so far, everytime you stole a glance at the Captain and her attire she happened to be in convosation with someone else. Although that meant you two hadn't exchanged a single word that night.

Thankfully, you had soon learnt that half of the guests never actually noticed if you zoned out, perfectly content to continue rambling about themselves. While others could zone out themselves as they talked...while they stared at your chest and feuling your urge to smack them.

You were in a dress that you hadn't bought and were far from comfortable in around these people. A thin glass of champagne was clutched firmly in your hand and you predicted it would shatter by the end of the night. You had lost count of how many you had downed with your back turned, stopping once you felt lightheaded.

You had regretted it at first, but you became internally grateful you had saved your heightened senses when you felt a familiar hand rest on your lower back.

Training almost everyday with the blonde Captain had familiarised you with her firm grip and reassuring touch. It was the only kind of contact you had gotten from her until that moment and you treasured it greatly, praying Carol hadn't noticed your slight faulted at the knees.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal this one." Carol stated in a very unafraid tone as her hand pressed into you more. You wanted to melt into her touch.

The man you had been not-really-listening to (because you could not for the life of you remember anyone's name) opened his mouth to speak and probably try to get Carol to stay, was ignored by the blonde who was already guiding you away with her hand.

Of course you didn't protest, throwing a party over it in your head while the butterflies in your stomach danced along to the music. You didn't even realise Carol was leading you to the bar, too focused on the fact her hand never left your back as she walked beside you without a word.

You did however, realise when you almost walked into the bar stall before gracefully (that's what you told yourself) sliding onto the stool. Carol sat down next to you and said something to the bartender you didn't hear or really care about.

When she did look back at you her gaze was piecing along with her usual confident aura. Anyone who pulled off a suit the way Carol did had every right to some arrogance, especially as it somehow made her even more attractive.

"I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before." Carol said with a knowing smile.

"I don't think you'll be seeing me in one ever again." You respond as you glance anywhere but Carol, unable to hold her intense gaze.

"I'll have to treasure the memory even more then. You look beautiful." Carol compliments and watches you blush.

"You clean up pretty nicely yourself, Captain."

You don't fail to notice the way her jaw tightens slightly at the title, but she's quick to pass it off when the bartender places two bottles down on the counter.

You realise you're still holding your champagne so you put it on the side to swap it with small bottle of beer, already taking a sip to have something to do instead of figiting under Carol's gaze.

"I didn't need you to say it, you know? You undressing me with your eyes was telling enough." You choked slightly on your drink the moment those words left her lips, embarrassment shooting down every last butterfly in your stomach.

"I-I wasn't- it was an accident- I mean! I- um..." Carol watched you ramble with an amused grin and took a sip of her beer herself.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and your fight or flight instincts kicking in.

"I was enjoying the attention." Carol smirked as she moved closer to you so the faint smell of her expensive perfume overtook your senses.

You had been so sure the whole night that Carol hadn't noticed what you were doing. You thought you had gotten away with it all. Natasha's tips on concealing emotions and thoughts were clearly paying off on Carol more than you.

"And its not like it's the first time." Carol almost whispered as her voice dropped in a way that went straight to your core.

The Captain placed a gentle but firm hand on your bare knee as she studied you. Her brown eyes flickered across your face while your own y/e/c eyes stayed fixed on hers.

"Is this a test?" You whispered under your breath.

"Perhaps." She whispered back as her fingers stroked your bare skin slowly. "I'm sure I could test you some other ways though." Her hand was along your thigh now. You desperetly wanted to grab it and pull it up further but you had to remember you were in a room full of very important people.

Carol noticed you glance around the room and must have known what you were thinking because she smirked slightly before withdrawing her hand and standing up from the stall.

"Come." She ordered. You felt goosebumps across your whole body and hoped it wouldn't be the last time you heard her say that tonight.

You restrained yourself to waiting a few seconds before following Carol in the most subtle way you could manage when you wanted to sprint over to her side.

You weren't really aware of where Carol was leading you, but once you rounded the corner away from the party you sped up to close the distance between you both.

After rounding a few corners of the complicated hallway you realised you had lost sight of the Captain. Just as you were about to risk calling out her name a strong hand gripped your forearm and pulled you out of the corridor and into Carol's arms.

Her lips were on yours instantly. She had you backed into a wall before you could comprehend any of what was happened but her kiss was so eager you returned it without any thought.

The blonde's lips were unbelievably soft. They felt perfect against your own as you tried to match her pace.

Her hands were cupping your face with surprising gentleness so you wrapped your hands around her neck to pull her impossibly closer, accidently pulling on a few strands and earning a low groan from her.

She bit down on your lip harshly, making you moan audibly until you were muffled by her tongue invading your mouth.

You could taste the beer both of you had barely started and something else that was strikingly Carol. It was intoxicating and you didn't want it to end.

The friction Carol sparked when she pressed one of her muscular thighs between your bare legs was sinfully blissful. You moaned into Carol's mouth when you felt her very deliberately press against your heat and apply a teasing amount of pressure to your throbbing clit.

"Carol." You whispered her name like a chant. She smirked against you as she turned her attention to you jaw then neck, nipping and sucking at the skin exposed to her. You arched your neck to give her more access and felt your breathing become laboured.

This probably wasn't helped by Carol's hand on your bare thigh, gripping the skin in a much firmer way than she had at the bar and venturing further up.

Her hand disappeared beneath your dress in no time, massaging every inch of skin she came across.

You couldn't help it. Her warm lips, her strong hands and invasive thigh made you feel lightheaded and you couldn't stop your instincts of grinding yourself on Carol's thigh.

You desperatly sought more friction that your Captain's thigh could produce. What started as small rotations of your hips soon turned into full on desperate grinding. Your thin panties were soaked and clung to your skin, you were sure you were going to leave patches on Carol's expensive suit trousers but both of you were far from caring.

You could feel Carol continue to smirk into your neck with each mewl that left your lips. She grabbed your hands and pinned them against the wall above your head and that somehow made you needier.

The beautiful friction against your clit was one that had you moaning Carol's name continuously. It didn't take long for the familiar coil to tighten in your power abdomen and making your movements increasingly erratic.

You bucked against your Captain as you sought you sweet release only to have it pulled away from you.

Carol stepped away with a shit eating grin as she watched you struggle to hold yourself against the wall and give her a confused look.

"Why?" Was all you could manage, embarrassingly out of breath.

"Because I can." She smirked. "Did you want to cum, baby? Do you want to feel your release?"

"Please." You said shamelessly as you gave her a pleading look from your vulnerable position.

"Then be a good girl and bend over that desk for me."

You hadn't even noticed you were in an office, too busy trying to get yourself off on Carol's thigh than take in your surroundings. You didn't hesitate to place your hands on the far side of the desk and bend yourself over it so your ass was out for Carol. You glanced behind you to see Carol smirking as she took in your appearance in the new position.

She stalked towards you and placed a hand on the back of your thigh while the other pushed your back down further into the table. Her hand trailed up under your dress before she ran her fingers over the material covering your ass. Her movements were slow and teasing, trying to enhance your desperation to a place you wouldn't come back from that night.

Her slim fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties and gradually pulled them down, subsequently allowing her fingers to brush over your ass.

Once the thin material dropped to your feet Carol had you spread your legs for her as far as you could while she lifted your dress over your hips.

You guessed she really did like the dress.

Your pussy pulled around nothing as it was exposed to the cold air of the room and Carol's teasing fingers ghosting over your skin.

"Eyes front." She said as she stood back. It was hard to resist the urge to turn around and look when you could hear Carol undoing her belt buckle.

You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan when the blonde brushed the silicone against your folds. You were both shocked and aroused at the discovery that the Captain had been packing all night. You wanted her more at the thought that she had planned this.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt two slim fingers against your lips. You opened your mouth to allow Carol to slip her fingers in and tried not to moan around them at the heated gesture.

You sucked eagerly on Carol's fingers in an attempt to please her and hope it would give you some preparation for the girthy strap. It wouldn't.

You were caught off guard again when Carol continued to push her fingers forward, further than you were expecting at first then more than you could take. You gagged around her fingers and heard a chuckle from your sadistic Captain.

"Good girl." She whispered against your ear before biting down softly.

You were so caught up in the praise you almost forgot about the strap until Carol nudged it between your lips. You tried to grip onto the table more as she slowly pushed the head into your soaking pussy and moaned around her fingers still tickling the back of your throat.

You were extremely unprepared to take something that size, but that only spurred Carol on more and added to your arousal that had your lower lips slick for the strap to ease into you.

Once Carol was half way she paused when you started breathing heavily through your nose as you continued to suck her fingers. But the break was short and without any warning, the Captain thrust the rest of the girthy toy into your cunt.

You moaned around her fingers and pressed your head further into the desk. Carol barely gave you a chance to adjust to the filling of being so full. You're reminded of her impatient nature when she pulls the silicone toy out to the hilt before snapping her hips back against you and causing the strap to burry itself deep inside you again.

You knew Carol was strong and you had seen her doing hip thrusts in the gym before, but you had never imagined the force she would be able to muster when slamming the fake cock into you over and over.

Carol eventually took her fingers away from your mouth and wiped your saliva along the side of your neck before gripping it in her hands, threatening to cut off your breathing and blood flow.

Her pace never faulted. It brought you an intense amount of pleasure everytime that had you stumbling over your words.

'Carol...please...it's- I...so good." Was all you were able to say.

Her name fell from your lips over and over as your cunt clenched around the invading toy. It never failed to hit the hilt of your pussy and brushes against your most pleasurable spot, every movement made it brush some incredible nerve.

You moaned louder as you tried to fuck yourself back on her strap. You were so close to your orgasm and it had already been set up to be the best fuck you ever had so you were so desperate to finally reach it.

"Are you gonna cum for your Captain?" Carol asked as her thighs continued to slap against your own.

"Yes Captain! Please...I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me." She husks as she brings you over the edge and flying through your orgasm. You completely slump against the desk and Carol fucks you through your high.

White blanks appear in your vision but you're too out of it to care.

You're moaning, almost screaming, in the pleasure that's overwhelming you and you don't realise how sensitive you are until Carol continues to pound the strap into you.

"Carol..." You whine at her perfect pace. She's still going so hard, so fast, and fuck she's so deep inside you.

The vigor of her first fucking already had your pussy overworked and sensitive, and yet you can't stop yourself from incoherently begging her not to stop.

"Please Captain! Don...don't stop...so good- so good!" You cry out as another orgasm crashes over you.

You're shuddering now but still swimming in pleasure. You can't stop yourself from bucking yourself back against her.

Carol holds your hips down firmly as she thrusts the strap into your overworked cunt. They're less coordinated this time, more about establishing the control Carol has over you.

You can't form any words this time. The only sounds in the room is Carol's thighs slapping against yours, your whorish moans and the thick strap fucking your leaking pussy. You were vaguely aware of the audible sounds of your pussy before you break into your third earth shattering orgasm.

You're completly limp against the desk and trying your best to breathe normally.

Your pussy is throbbing and pulsing around the strap that Carol very slowly eases out of you and leaves you feeling extremly empty and sore. You know you're gonna be feeling it the next day.

"I don't think I can stand." You finally muttered weakly, not trusting your legs to even attempt to let go of the desk beneath you.

"You don't need to. Get on your knees." Carol ordered from behind you. You shivered at her words and tried to take a moment to compose yourself but the blonde was apparently growing impatient...again.

She held your hips with an iron grip and flipped you onto your back to see her towering over you. You used your arms to help you into a sitting position on the edge of the table before falling down onto you knees infront of your Captain.

Your knees ached from landing on the hard floor but you were much more focused on the smirk playing on Carol's soft lips.

"So obedient, such a good girl for me." Carol cooed as she ran her fingers through your hair and pulled you towards her now strapless core. You could see her pink folds glistening in arousal and you wanted nothing more than to taste her.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum, baby." Carol instructed.

You wasted no time. You licked an eager strip through the blonde's folds and moaned against her as you collected her wetness on your tongue. She was so sweet and you were instantly addicted.

You did this a few more times, pushing your tongue further between her folds everytime until you couldn't hold off anymore.

You gripped the back of Carol's thighs and sunk your tongue between her folds. The moan she gave in response made your stomach flip and swell with pride. It was like discovering a new song you wanted to listen to on repeat.

You retracted your tongue and began sucking softly on Carol's wet folds to taste as much of her wetness as your could. You then switched your attention to her throbbing clit and sucked it harshly into your mouth.

"Fuck so good! You've got such a good mouth." Carol praised continuously as you pulled out all of your tricks in hopes of pleasing her.

You kept alternating between fucking her with your tongue as deeply as you could to taking her neglected bud in your mouth. Your efforts soon paid off.

Carol grinded herself against your mouth as she cursed and praised you amongst moans. She was gripping your hair so tightly you couldn't help but moan into her, aiding her pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck!" She gasped out as you sucked as harshly as you could on her clit.

Her bundle of nerves pulsed in your mouth and you could feel her cunt clenching around nothing as she came with a cry of your name.

She sounded so good when she came. You wanted to hear it again, to see her. But once Carol had finished her high and you had lapped up every last bit of her white liquid she pushed you back gently.

She sat back on the dest as she regained her steady breathing and tapped her lap as she smiled at you.

You had just about enough strength mustered in your legs to allow you to stand up from your position and sit on Carol's lap.

She wrapped an arm around your waist and cupped your cheek with her hand to pull you in for a kiss. She smiled against you as she tasted herself on your lips and kissed you longingly.

"You were everything I dreamed you would be, baby. You did so good for me." You blushed under her praise and buried your head in the crook of her neck in exhaustion but mainly comfort.

Neither of you had any intentions to return to the party after that.

[beomglocks]

better ; c.yj

summary : you deserve better

pairing : ex-boyfriend/mafia leader!yeonjun x reader

warnings & other : angst, mention of trauma, stalking and kidnapping, yeonjun breaks into your house, refer to picture for visual, i saw this edit on ig and now my mind has fuel, listen to better by WOOGIE.

w/c : ???

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the sunlight peeks through your shades and onto your face, causing you to stir in your sleep. you squeeze your eyes tightly shut hoping your brain can trick itself into sleeping for just a couple more hours longer.

it works for a couple of seconds. closing your eyes tight may have tricked your brain into thinking it was still dark enough to indulge in more sleep.

you sigh peacefully, hoping to get back to your previous dream but you're cut off by the sound of a door being slammed shut.

you open your eyes but remain in bed. it had to be around 7am at least which means no one should be in your house. well, no one should be in your house period. if it was a robber, they sure do work early.

you get out of bed, not caring about your lack of proper clothes because if you were gonna die, what's the point? you take careful steps toward your kitchen to make sure you don't alert whoever may be in there.

the sound of things being moved around and frustrated groans grows louder the closer you get to the room. you grab your nearby safety bat from a corner in your hallway and bring it above your head to swing.

when you come into the line of sight of the intruder in your house you halt yourself from swinging and bring the bat down to your side, the person not realizing yet that you're there.

anger bubbles inside of you at the sight of the sleeve of tattoos and dark head of hair that you recognize all too well.

"what the fuck are you doing in my house yeonjun?"

the boy in question seemingly pays no mind to your question and simply continues rummaging through your fridge and cupboards. "where the hell do you keep your peanut butter?"

you cross your arms at him. "i asked you a question."

"so did i," he retorts. you roll your eyes at him. "you're in my house ass hole, in case you forgot."

he subtly rolls his eyes away from your line of sight and stands up from the fridge. now that he's seen you, his eyes linger on your body for longer than you're ok with. he leans back on your counter with a smile, a visible change in his demeanor, "good morning."

"answer my question," you frown. he sighs, "we got busted and i needed a place to crash."

"yeonjun!" you exasperate. "what? i slept on the couch out of respect for you," he raises his eyebrow, taking a bite out of his slice of dry bread.

"what the fuck do you want me to do, thank you? i told you not to involve me in your mafia gang whatever shit anymore and you go and do this," you gesture to the mess on your countertop.

"yeonjun you're the only other person here! what's with all this shit on my table?!" he continues eating nonchalantly as you scold him and try to clean up as best as you can.

"can you calm down," he sighs. he takes another bite of bread before placing the plate on top of a random box of pizza. "no one saw me come here, you'll be fine."

you continue cleaning, without saying a word to him. you feel like if you open your mouth you'll explode. you clench your teeth as you watch him look through your fridge again out of the corner of your eye.

it's been months since you last saw him and this is the first thing he does. from the counter, you have a pretty good view of his back as he looks through the fridge.

even though you hate him, your mind wanders back in time when that same back would be littered with your marks and scratches. the neck tattoo that would be colored with hickeys he would proudly wear is now bare and untouched.

your eyes go up to his head which thankfully is still turned away from you. the pink mullet he used to rock is now a dark undercut with hints of red. it looks good on him, you have to admit. his ears have more piercings than you remember and you hold back a smile thinking about the time when you would play with his ears and he would tell you to stop.

"you're awfully quiet, what're you thinking about?" he asks, still facing the fridge. you have to remember your relationship with the mafia leader ended months ago, whatever feelings that were present right now were most likely your heart missing human interaction.

"thinking about how i want you out of my house," you mumble, picking up a half empty cup of ramen. he sighs, standing up and fixing his messy hair.

"i said i was sorry," he leans back on the fridge, watching you clean. you bite your tongue, picking up the empty pizza box and tossing it in the trash. "sorry doesn't make up for trauma yeonjun, that's what you don't understand," you say quietly.

"if i knew that would happen to you i wouldn't have left you alone, you know i would've had soobin or taehyun be around you 24/7!" he reasons.

"well you didn't," you breathe out. you give him a tight lipped smile and for the first time in months he's reminded of the pain he saw in you eyes when they brought you back.

"you decided drugs and money were more important than your fucking girlfriend that you love "oh-so-much" getting stalked and kidnapped."

“that’s not tr-“ “that’s what it felt like!” you place an empty soda bottle on the table. he blinks at your outburst. in all the time you’ve spent together, you were never one to lash out even when he annoyed you to no end.

he stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. "y/n," he sighs angrily.

"even after i killed them all? it wasn't enough for you! you still left me," he steps closer to you and you unconsciously step back. you recognized this tone on yeonjun but he never used it on you. it's gravely and deep and on the rare occasion that you did hear it, the outcome was never good.

"yeonjun..."

"no, look- i know what happened to you was fucked up but i tried my best! it still wasn't enough- you still left and didn't even tell me.." he chuckles at this. "do you know how long it took to find this fucking place?"

you look down, suddenly feeling small. any bravery you had has now dissipated. it's like your mind and body were so used to yeonjun that you just knew when to submit.

"you were my only sense of normalcy in that place," he mumbles. "sure i've got the boys but they're not you.."

his head is hung low, making his hair cover his eyes. your first instinct would've been to run into his arms and pepper him in kisses. endless strings of 'i love you' to reassure both of you that what happened wasn't either of your faults.

you bite your lip, "is that why all this food is like this..."

he doesn't move from his spot. "im sorry, i miss you." you almost feel your heart break. you hate seeing yeonjun so messed up about something that he just eats to forget because it's his only other form of happiness, well apart from you.

you walk up to him, bringing your arms around his slim frame. at first, he doesn't hug you back since he wasn't expecting that but soon enough he engulfs you as if he's been touch starved for ages.

"im sorry, please come back to me? i'll do better, i promise you won't get hurt anymore hm?" he sounds hopeful and it makes you close your eyes.

"you need to leave," you say quietly. you feel him hug you tighter as he places his chin on your head. "please let me stay with you," he pleads.

you force yourself to step away from him which takes a lot more effort than you thought. you look up at his face and he looks so broken. it’s rare to see a mafia leader look this vulnerable but yeonjun opens himself up to you like this at times and you feel lucky, in a weird way.

he watches you expectantly, waiting for your answer. “yeonjun i just- i don’t feel safe around you anymore.”

you swear you see his heart shatter right in front of your face.

you want to hit yourself but it’s true. where you once felt peace you only feel fear. maybe once upon a time yeonjun was like your savior but now he brings pain, especially with the type of work he does.

he looks down, biting his lip. you can tell he's trying to act like what you said didn't just tear a hole straight through his heart. "you know i'll still watch over you and keep you safe," he promises.

you smile lightly at him, glad that he hasn't completely given up. "i know." he wastes no time stealing a kiss on your forehead, quickly moving away before you can complain or push him away.

"you still fucked up my kitchen though," you say when he starts walking away to your door. he only shrugs as you watch him walk out your door and out onto the streets.

you can only sigh, hoping he'll be safe until he can get his base back.

[chefdoeuvre]

Inevitable

Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Description: Sometimes death is inevitable no matter how hard you try.

Words: 1,248

Requested: yes by anonymous; Hii I was wondering if you could write a one shot jay x reader are dating and then the reader gets kidnapped or something and she dies with a lot of angst

Warnings: mention of injuries, blood, angst (if I can even pull it off), language, death, sad Jay Halstead.

A/N: Jay Halstead only deserves happiness and I stand by that. I just moved into uni the past week and had full day trainings so I’m sorry that this is going up a little late and it may not be my best work, but I will try once my schedule is less hectic. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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Did you know where you were currently? No. The last events you remembered were going out to your car, heading to the store to pick up a few things before Jay came back home from work. Apparently, you never made it to the store, you barely even made it to your car. Your hands were tied behind your back and your legs were bound to the legs of the chair you were sitting on. Your head was pounding and you could barely keep your eyes open. Something felt wet on your stomach while it kept pulsing in what seemed to be pain. The room where you were held was dark and musty making it harder for you to breathe. Outside of the room, there were muffled voices speaking unintelligible words you could tell were probably not good.

Meanwhile, Jay was running around Chicago like a crazed mad man trying to find you before it would be too late. He knew he shouldn't have dragged you into his mess of a love but he loved you too much to stop. The second he noticed you hadn't come home after he arrived he had a gut feeling that something was wrong, entirely wrong. Immediately he began to look for you while also telling Voight to get together the team to find you before a missing persons case turned into a homicide case. Voight had already started on putting together your last knowns and looking through security cameras to find where you could have been taken of where you had been taken. All of Intelligence including even Trudy were working their asses off to try and find you, not only for Jay but for themselves.

You were loved by the entire team. The second Jay had introduced you to them they had fallen in love with you too, platonically of course. You, Kim, and Hailey spent a decent amount of time with each other even without the other guys around. It was safe to say you were everyone's best friend and sometimes even a close confidant.

The entire time Jay had only one thing on his mind, he needed to find you and soon. He was already losing his shit the second he knew you didn't come home. Now with a missing persons and possible kidnapping he was barely holding on to his sanity by a thread.

You sat there in pain and drifting out of consciousness. To say the least you were screwed over and twice over again. Your shirt was now soaked in your blood and the pounding in your head only seemed to get worse by the second. At this point, you knew if someone didn't come now you most likely wouldn't be able to make it. You had lost too much blood in too little of time. The problem was you didn't even know who had done this to you and where they had gone. They left you there to bleed to your own untimely death. Even if you were fighting your hardest to stay awake and keep going until someone would find you, you were beginning to lose hope and a sense of mind.

You and Jay were practically losing your minds. But for somewhat similar reasons. It was over losing each other, you loved each other more than anyone else could understand and that made it that much harder to even think about it. Simply thinking about the loss of you was too hard to bear for Jay and it worked both ways.

You felt it becoming harder to breathe and stay awake that’s when you realized Jay probably wasn’t coming in time to find you. It took you a while to finally accept the fact that the last you would have would be of Jay but somehow it was bittersweet.

Jay was already running up to the warehouse you were being held unshed tears in his eyes as he charged through the double doors. Intelligence followed after him as they scanned over the building trying to find where you were. Jay looked frantic as he ran to the last door and ripped it open to find you almost passed out, your blood in a puddle underneath you. He ran toward you, pulled away the binds holding against the chair, and knelt down, gently cupping your face holding it up.

“Baby, hey look at me.” Jay spoke softly.

Your eyes fluttered open for a second before they shut again. Jay kept on saying your name as you slumped down into his arms. Eventually, he began yelling and the rest of Intelligence and the paramedics arrived into the room. Voight had to pull him away as the paramedics worked to do their job. They were doing whatever they could to resuscitate you but they were trying and failing. The puddle of blood showed that you lost a significant amount since you had been taken and it was obvious how slim your chances had been. As one of the paramedics declared it Jay simply fell onto his knees beside you. Kim held back a sniffle and turned to look away as tears began cascading down her cheeks. Adam quickly pulled her into him as he choked on his own tears. Hailey simply stood there in shock with her own tears eyes wide open. Voight clenched his jaw tightly and held his balled-up fists at his side. Kevin held a solemn look on his face as he placed his hand on Hailey’s shoulder comfortingly.

Jay continued to sit there with a blank face and tears staining his freckled cheeks. His eyes had already become red and seemed to be off in another world. No one else had the guts to actually say it. You were dead. Your last moments were spent staring into Jay’s wondrous blue eyes that held all the emotions in the world. His eyes told you what he didn’t have the time to tell you. Voight had ended up storming out with heavy steps as he cursed to himself. Kim tried to quiet her crying as Adam squeezed her tightly rubbing his hand up and down her back. Hailey let out a mix between a huff and a sniffle before turning on her heel to walk out of the room, finding it too hard to watch the scene in front of her. Adam ended up pulled Kim out of the room making sure she wouldn’t lift her head up again with Kevin following closely behind.

Jay was left in the room with you to say his final goodbyes. But he couldn’t say goodbye he barely got to spend the rest of his life with you. The two of you had plans for years to come and all of a sudden those plans turned into dust. Your death was in no way expected or even close to being wanted but it had happened. Even when you tried your hardest to stay strong sometimes it was inevitable that you couldn’t stay strong for long no matter what you had tried. Jay could barely accept the fact that you wouldn’t open your eyes and tell him what had happened, he thought the two of you would have had a nice date night in. The last thing he expected what to find you barely alive only for you to die in his arms. Tragic end, was all that could come to his mind and he felt that he would never forgive himself for what had happened to you.

[youmissedone]

{ As a side note... I deleted her blog a while back, but I used to write the White Queen back in the day. I created a whole backstory for her as to who she was, the human girl she was based on, all of that. Her name was Maylynn Barr, the daughter of one of the prominent scientists who worked for Umbrella. Basically, I said she died in a car accident and her father had saved her body in cryo, using her likeness for the White Queen's interface in the same way Alicia Marcus was used for the Red Queen's interface.

The way I would write her was usually if a muse got down into the Nevada facility, they would meet the White Queen first, and then she would ask to be downloaded into Maylynn's mind, kindof like a clone would have their mind predetermined, but in this case it was her original body. Then she could leave the facility in Maylynn's body, but with the mind and abilities of the computer, which is a combination of Umbrella's programming and Maylynn's memories. The results were... kindof interesting, actually, but her blog just never picked up so I deleted it.

Anyway, the reason I bring it up now is because I'm going to throw the White Queen in here just for fun, since she knows where everything is in the facility. So I'm excited to revisit an old muse, heh. Also, to make things easier on Alice and Carlos, I'm gonna say Dr. Isaacs vacated the facility already. Because we can't deal with him while Carlos is coughing up half his organs, haha. }

Carlos sighed, but he was still undaunted. "And if it had worked? If he'd killed all the S.T.A.R.S. members and then us? He would've been choppered out of there, and then what? What do you suppose his next orders would've been? To me, it seemed like they were trying to turn him into a tank, Alice. Basically someone who goes out there, takes a lot of damage, and causes a lot of damage. He would've been ordered to shoot up civilians indiscriminately, I assure you. If they'd gotten him to Raven's Gate Bridge earlier in the night? You think they wouldn't have ordered him to just do a strafing run with that chain gun of his and kill everyone there? Men, women, and children? Of course they would have."

The question of why Umbrella wanted Angie dead was a bit more difficult, but not impossible to answer. "Angie was infected, and a lot less stably than you. Maybe they were afraid she would cause a satellite outbreak? Or... they did it to get to you. To shake you up. To demoralize you, and the rest of us. It worked, didn't it?" he said, looking at her grimly. "Beyond that, they didn't even need a reason. Sometimes terrible things happen and there is no reason. Don't spend too much time trying to get inside the minds of powerful people, Alice. It's a scary place to be."

"I know..." Carlos said very gently, reaching over and taking her hand. "I know it's not easy. I'm not asking you to forgive yourself overnight, I'm just asking you to try, little by little. Okay?" he asked, giving her hand a squeeze.

Once they were inside the cabin and a way into the facility had made itself known, Carlos had begun to have hope that at least Alice would make it inside before the horde got to them. He knew his own chances were slim to none, but if only to keep Alice moving and hope alive in her mind as well, he played along. "The good stuff, eh? Listen, I'd be happy with just a smoke at this point," he quipped, ever the jokester, even when facing his own death.

He did hold onto her, though, for the muscles in his legs were beginning to feel weak and unstable. It hurt to breathe, but everything else felt unsettlingly numb. His eyesight was beginning to cloud over as well, and he was seeing as if through a window coated with Vaseline. His breaths were ragged and strained, but he pushed through as well as he could.

The elevator took them down into the facility, and when the doors opened, Carlos couldn't help but notice that everything was dark and eerily quiet, with sparks flying from severed wires. "What the hell happened down here?" he rasped, leaning on Alice as they walked.

"Project Alice."

The voice caused Carlos to turn suddenly, starting another coughing fit. His brow furrowed to see a small girl in a white dress staring at them. "What the...?" he asked.

"And Corporal Carlos Oliveira, U.B.C.S.," the girl said with a knowing smile. Her spectral head tilted. "You are infected."

"Thanks, Captain Obvious," Carlos said.

"At your current level of infection, you will succumb within the hour. Likely... within half an hour," the girl said.

Noticing the holographic look to the girl, Carlos put two and two together. "Are you... a computer? You're not the Red Queen..." He blinked his eyes, trying to clear his vision, to no avail.

"The Red Queen is my sister computer. I am known as the White Queen. I am the artificial intelligence which controls this facility," she said.

"Great," Carlos said grimly.

"You require the antivirus. If administered within the next..." she paused, calculating based on his body temperature and other measurable statistics she could quickly acquire, "eight minutes, there is approximately a forty-seven percent chance you could survive. After eight minutes, your chances of survival drop below ten percent."

"I like those first odds. Do you know... where it is?" Carlos asked, breathing heavily.

"I do," the hologram said almost cheekily, smiling. "Project Alice, you would be able to acquire it more quickly if you left him behind."

"Go. I'll be alright," Carlos said, sitting down. He really didn't have a choice, since his legs really didn't want to work anymore.

"Because I love you!" (Alice; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

Carlos hadn't realized how bothered Alice was by his plan. Oh sure, he'd expected her and everyone else to tell him not to do it, but Alice out of all of them was the most hardened, the most accepting of what people have had to do in the midst of this apocalypse. He expected her to go along with it without much resistance. But when he asked her why he shouldn't go through with this plan, since he was infected and going to die anyway, he'd been shocked by her answer.

He looked over at her from the driver's seat, not responding verbally right away. Alice... didn't usually say things impulsively. And even if she did, it wasn't something like that. It wasn't... that she loved someone. Carlos was actually a little concerned about her now. After thinking in silence for a minute, he finally responded.

"I love you too, Alice." He let that hang in the air for a while. Vulnerability scared Alice for many reasons, he knew, but it was just them in the Jeep right now. She was safe with him. "But we both know I'm not living to see the sun rise tomorrow. I'd rather do something that'll help people than just wait to turn into one of the undead. Besides... this way I get to die while I'm still myself. Plus I won't endanger anyone else by turning right in front of them, like L.J. did with K-Mart."

He knew she already understood the practicality of his decision, but judging from her expression, practicality wasn't what was on her mind right now. "It's okay..." he whispered gently, reaching over to take her hand as he drove with the other. "I've made my peace with it. It's okay for you too as well." He gave her hand a squeeze.

[spikesbimbo]

Cloud 39

Pairing: Aran Ojiro x f!eader

Tags; big strong greek god aran (like 7ft tall in his human form), sacrilegious undertones(?), oral sex f!receiving, body worship f!receiving, possessive tendencies, size kink, anal fingering spit, snowballing, dacryphilia, choking, kinda angst at the end

wc:4k

a/n: happy birthday to my man!! And thank you for help with the header pic !!! @selfishwitch​

18+ Minors DNI

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Your body splayed out across his, arms wrapped around his neck while his large hands held you close, leaning into him as you didn't care anymore, finding comfort in his warm body and cozy scent.

The warm air putting you at ease, eyes peeking out to see the many flowers bloom before you. If you were to die you'd rather do it here than the place you called home. So dark and dreary, always so foggy and gloomy, but here the sun was always shining though the clouds, golden light shining alluringly onto his skin, a place fit for a king.

“Aran, sweetheart.” His honey-like voice breaking you out of your trance. “That’s my name, so why don't you say it? His tall frame leaning into yours, head craning down into your neck as his eyes meet yours before you could look away. “I already told you that you could, are you still scared of me?

“N-no, i ju-. I'm just…. nervous.” You softly stammered out, quickly divertering your eyes from his, afraid you'd get lost in them as you adjusted yourself on his thigh. Legs dangling on the other side as you tried your hardest to ignore his almost naked body. His ivory robe wrapped loosely around one of his broad shoulders, and tied around his slim waist, not looking like he cared if it fell off.

“You okay? You look a little dazed. Don't worry love, m’not gonna eat you up like they said I would.”

“wh-” As if he read your mind, rumors spreading around your town. Never thinking you would get selected to be his yearly offering, your ‘family’ quickly throwing you away to appease the gods. 

His hands covered in gold up to his arms rested on your back, taking up the whole space as his thumb worked its way up and down, not knowing if he was making sure you wouldn't fall from so high up, or reassuring you.

”So,” you started, halting your words. Anxious feeling filling up in your chest as reality set it, remembering you were a sacrifice and not just his companion.

“So what?” he continued, leading you on. Summery eyes still set on you as if he was watching your every move, feeling so little and insignificant under him. Clinging onto him like a child as the fact remained in your head, ‘he could drop you if he wanted’. His realm towering over your city and town, trees looking like grass as you finally got the courage to look down.

“What are you going to do with me?”

“What am i going to do with you?” He lightly chuckled into your temple, teeth smiling white as the clouds his throne was resting high above, skin glowing as his eyelashes fluttered so heavenly, the most beautiful thing you've ever laid your eyes on. 

 He looked like an angel.

“Whatever you want love, m’not going to make you to do anything you don't want to.”

“What do you mean ‘don't want to’?

“I mean sex pretty girl, fornicating. You ever heard of it?” He joked as your face curled up into his chest.

“Y-yes I have!” you stated loudly, quickly trying to cover up. Embarrassment rising in your face at the thought of doing it with him, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself even more.

“So what happened to the others?’ You said trying to get your mind off of it, hoping he didn't notice the way you were squirming on his lap.

“The others?....” Seeing what you meant click in his head as he tilted it. “They can choose whether they want to or not, then I send them on their way. Why my love?” A smirk appraising on his face, heat rising in your body at the word ‘my’.

“You thought I drained them dry and burned them up? The tease in his voice had you flustered, “Unfortunately, humans' heads always come up with the worst thoughts, fear always plaguing in the back of their mind. Even going as far as to do this.” knowing he was referring to you.

“Probably because they're not immortal.” You muttered under your breath, remembering the first time you've ever seen a god in real life. Playing with them as a child, not knowing the difference until one day you were running around in a storm, no one caring to tell you that the violent winds would knock your tiny body off its feet. 

Meeting them at the usual place, the cliff on the coast of the ocean, dancing in the rain with no cares in the world until they stumbled, fear replacing the untroubled, joyful look in your eyes as you saw them fall off the rock. Body moving on its own before you knew it, reaching your hand out, but it was too late, both of your bodies falling many meters down onto the jagged waves and rocks below. 

Grateful that you loved the water, as your body once again moved on its own, muscle memory making you break the surface of the water, voice immediately screaming out for your friend as soon as you caught your breath. 

Not even knowing you were injured until you saw the red stain surrounding you, eyes burning from the salt and the heavy rain drops landing in them as you tried your best to keep them open. Catching a glance of your only friend washed up on the shore, head bloody as they were limp above the sand.

Doing your best to swim up to them as your leg could barely move, finally crawling up to them with all your strength, almost gagging at the sight before you. Head cracked open as your trembling little hands did their best to put it back together, shock overtaking you as their eyes suddenly opened, standing up like nothing happened. Comforting you as they saw you were a shaking mess, asking why you were still bleeding , not knowing the divide between you until that day.

Coming home to your family berating you, saying at least it wasn't your face, knowing they could still marry you off for money. Afraid of death due to that day along with heights, never going above sea level again. Scared by just the thought of it, the reminder scaring you mind, but of course fate would turn out this way, sadly laughing at the thought.

Again as if he could read your mind, his hand traced your damaged skin, understanding your thoughts and comforting you at the same time. Lucky you got sent to such a man, no, a god. Glad to let him use you as he needed, the only one who's ever cared enough to listen to you in your life. 

Letting a little whine out as his hand brushed your inner thigh, involuntary jerking in his hold, grinding against him as you felt him grow harder against your back. "Can I?" he asked, eyes laced with need.

Remembering that this was the usual for him, remembering that you were just his plaything at the end of the day. Lip quivering as your eyes fluttered closed, unsteady hands moving towards your hips, pushing your tiny little makeshift skirt to the side, almost matching his.

"Stop."  

You froze in place. His hands meeting yours, pushing them to the side. Standing up as he took you off his lap, setting you back down. Him resting below you as he gently grabbed your jaw, burning cheeks cooling down. "Look at me, " His soft voice said in a tone that didn't take "no" for an answer. “Look me in the eyes while I undress you.” 

Letting go of your jaw as you listened, his hands moving; pulling off the sash around your waist, the ghost of his touch making you shiver. Eyes locked with his as his head rested on your chest, undoing the knots on your shoulders, the sigh of the top melting off of you. Clothes pooling around your ankles, nipples growing hard at the open air.

"-don't hide yourself."

HIs soft voice coming out in a command, not knowing if you even had control over your body anymore. Shyly lowering your arms, body exposed. The feeling being new, the first man to ever make your heart race this violently, his touch lingering on you.

He was the god and yet here you were getting worshiped, on his knees before you as you were on his throne, large calloused hands resting the weight of your legs as he spread them open, placing open mouthed from your ankles up to your thighs, lips following the scar, almost trying to prove a point, that this was the only difference between you two.

Trying to muffle your moans, skin so sensitive to the touch. His hand feeling like fire moving up to your cheek, thumbing it before tracing his finger over your lips. Freeing them from your teeth, wiping away the blood as he brung it back to his lips.

Not knowing that you were the only one could ignite such reactions from him in such a short time, making him the greediest he's ever been. Defying his own logic, becoming a hypocrite by wanting to snatch you up and lock you away, keeping you all to himself. Not even asking if you were anyone else’s before his hands roamed all over your body, not even waiting to find out. Knowing right now he'd probably snap and take their lives for touching something that was his.

His.

The thought sounding nice in his head, spreading the rest of you short lived life with him. Waking up to see your pretty, entrancing smile every morning, knowing he could easily get his way. Wanting to hear his name fall from your pretty lips, your voice so sweet and soft, wanting to make you feel relaxed enough to not call him the formalities that he's never believed in.

Stopping before your entrance, wanting to drag it out to make you completely crumble into his arms, working for it as he should. 

His hands encompassing your tits, soft lips following him as well taking your nipple between his teeth after leaves countless kisses on them. Groping and squeezing the other one as his tongue flicked your nipple back and forth, so hot and wet, finally getting you to release those pretty whimpers he knew you had as he once again towered over you. 

His free hand resting on the side of your tummy making it twist, feeling so small and puny under his lust filled gaze as his cold eyes turned warm after meeting yours.

Lowering himself onto his knees once again, releasing your tit with a lewd, wet pop sound, body shaking as he placed his face right in front of your aching cunt. The tip of his tongue parting your slit, kissing it so passionately. Kissing everywhere but your clit, licking and sucking every part of your body but the part that needed it most, so neglected that just his breath could make you cum, not even being touched. 

 Hips trying to best to grind, to get any kind of friction as his hands held you down, not even seeing him flex his muscles to do so, remembering that the only thing you were ever told you were good for had all the attention of a man of power that could take out as many people as he wanted. Sitting back and relaxing the best you could, wanting to be good for him as he'd been to you.

Letting out a squeal as his nose touched your clit, trying your best to not cum as he let out a chuckle, sighing as he pulled away.  “Guess I need to move further huh? Needy little thing.” He whispered into you. The soft tease from his voice making you clench around nothing, ashamed that you got off on the power difference, referring to you as a thing, as humans were just pests in the gods eyes. 

Knowing he definitely saw as he was still on his knees, hands moving to cover your face. Not knowing if his ego could get any bigger but he swore it did, having you right  in the palm of his hand. Thumbs parting your folds as his fingers teased your entrance, whimpers leaving your cracked lips as you tried to muffle them with your hands, teeth sinking into your flesh once again.

“You want my fingers, pretty girl?” he asked, voice thick and deep from arousal as he watched you lift your hips, unable to answer as you face contort in a whine. 

“....Got it.” 

So pliable as you easily gave way thanks to him. His middle finger stretching you out, the feeling so hot as he was curling it inside of you, finding out your body with ease like a second nature to him. Growing uncomfortable as your thighs were getting sticky and wet, feeling spaced out and dizzy at just his finger. Worried about how you were going to take him, pushing it to the back of your head because you were here for his pleasure, not yours.

Rubbing your clit in circles faster until you're coming all over his hand, dripping onto the seat under you. A sob escaping your lips as he doesn't stop, fingers continuing to thrust into you, stopping once he's had his fun with you.

“Came so pretty for me.”  He cooed, admiring your already so blissfully fucked out state.

Raising his soaked lips to yours, spitting your own cum into your mouth as he pushed his tongue in there. Lapping it up as your mind went foggy, legs beginning to tremble while he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling away.

“Just hang on, you're being so good, so good for me, ” Moaning as his fingers replaced his tongue.

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” He murmured, trying his best to control his voice while looking at the sight of you lying there, eyes fluttering as they rolled back.

“Its getting dark, love.” he said breaking the silence. Picking up your limp body, bare as the day you were born, muttering out, “I'm taking you to my home.” The sun shining less, sky getting a deeper shade. Seeing the marble and stone pillars surrounding you while he closed the sheer curtains, slightly blocking your view as he set you down on the plush bedding.

“m’gonna make it dirty…” you whispered, legs shifting as you thighs slid together.

Not being able to care less, wanting you and your body so wet and needy for him that he'd need a new one. “I don’t care, my love. Just lay there for me, okay?”

Watching as you crawled to the center of his bed, letting your body collapse. Legs opening as your back arched as, face landing in between the soft ivory pillows. Gritting his teeth moving lower, lifting your thighs up. Moving them out of the way to bury his face into the softness of your ass. Running his thumb down your clit, so swollen as you twitched underneath his finger.

Placing kisses across your ass, the tip of his fingers making their way into your holes, trailing his mouth over your slit. Choking out with a whine embarrassingly loud as you arched your back even more. “Not today my love, wanna see your pretty face right now, wanna see it twist and turn.” 

Flipping you over, placing featherlight kisses all over your face down to your shoulder.  The jewelry was the only thing remaining on his skin, his robe discarded to the side. The gold complementing his perfect body on display for you as he reached over to the stand, grabbing a jug of wine. 

 “C’mere”, wrapping his arm around your middle, pulling you up chest to chest with him, feeling his heartbeat as your head looked up to him. “Drink some,”

Your head resting on his hand as it was tilted back, taking a slow sip from it, some slipping past your lips, falling down onto your chest. The burning feeling making you antsy and jitterish.

“Don't worry, I got you.” Not giving you a chance to respond as he pulled the bottle back.

Tongue tracing the red and purple liquid, lips taking their time moving up from your stomach to your chest, kissing every part of your body that was stained. Taking your nipple into his mouth once again, sucking the wine off of your breasts while you were squirming under his touch.

He grins, sucking and rolling it between his teeth, his fingers teasing the other. The stinging feeling he left behind as he moved on from your neck, finally reading your mouth, thumb tracing them before pouring more wine into your mouth, this time catching it before it spilled, lips meeting yours as he kissed you drunk.

His smile was thoroughly charmed, not just the liquid he was savoring, but your nerves and humiliation were being swallowed up too. “You trust me?” His teeth shining under the moonlight, the glow looking like a halo around him. Nodding out a simple “yeah.”. 

The heat radiating off of him as he hovered over you, your skin erupting in goosebumps as the warmth grew in the small space between you two. His lips meeting yours slow and controlled, still full of greed and passion while his hands roamed over your body with need.

“S’gonna hurt, love.” he muttered, trying to hold back a groan as his tip barely made its way in, legs spread as far as he could get them. Locked around his waist as he wanted so desperately to bury himself in your soft chest, but the thought of missing your face pulled him away.

“Fuck…”

The feeling of finally sliding his cock into you is unlike anything he's ever felt in his long life. Letting out a gasp of breath as he groaned above you, sinking you down pitilessly onto his cock. His hands ‘gently’ gripping your waist, your knuckles turning white as they clenched onto the fabric underneath you. “...hurts”

“Shh… s’okay. You’re doing so good, feel so good. So wet for me, gonna fuck you so good, love. Gonna make you cum over and over again, gonna fill you up.” he cooed, hands finally settling onto your thighs, resting there as he waited for you to get used to his length. The burning feeling quickly growing numb at the thought of not being enough for him, tears welling up in your eyes at the pain and need.

 “a-aran.”

He leans in closer to you, pride blooming in his chest, pressing your sweaty and slick covered body into his. “Hm, love. You okay?”

Nodding hesitantly while your eyes look over his shoulder. “m’not gonna break. I- wa-. No… I need you.”

Kissing your forehead to control himself. “I know you won’t, what d'ya you want?” Wanting to confirm what he thought he heard, hands getting impatient.

“Want you to fuck me, want you to use me,” The needy whine of your voice going straight to his cock.

White shining through his lips. “ I got you, love,” he said leaning back, taking a firmer grip on the top of your hips so he can slam back into you. Voice shattering as you squeal, back curving while your body tires to run away at his brutal pace. The sound of his balls wetly slapping against your ass and his hot breath are the only things you could hear.

“Ah, ara- cant , I-I-, can--”  His face beaming at the incoherent words coming from between your lips, knowing he was dumb fucking you dumb. One of his hands moving from your thigh, up to the base of your neck pushing your head down into the pillow. 

“Feels good? Gonna tell me how much you love my cock?” He groaned, hips getting faster.

“I--ah, hngh, ara-, I-- it f-feels so good, ah, so good--”  Your eyes fluttering shut, trying to stop your tears. “Hngh, p-please,...ple-!” 

“Please what baby? ya’ gotta tell me, or i won't know.” he taunted. Slowing his thrusts down with his pent up effort, making you miss the feeling of his cock bruising your walls.

“please, wanna cum, ple-, ngh, w-wan-, please, I--” You whimpered, hands reaching up to his chest, nails leaving imprints behind, nervousness overcoming your face that you left a mark on a god

His eyebrows furrowing as he leans into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you mine,” he breathed heavily into your ear. “I’m gonna show everyone, show the whole world below us who owns you. Who’s the only one who can fuck you like this baby, who can have you cross eyed just from the tip, huh? Tell me.”

“You!” you sobbed, more focused on meeting him halfway, more desperate for his cock, than answering him.

His tight grip on your hips, keeping you from kicking and jerking. “Huh? What was that?” He whispered, fucking you like he was competing for you. 

“Im gon-, m’gonna cum.” Body jiggling under him as his frame blocked your view, the only thing your eyes could see was him.  

“You just take it, don’t you love? You take my cock like that's all you were made for. You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum on my cock? You gonna let me stuff you full? 

Vision going black and starry, head drowning as your body felt like it was floating. Feeling him shove himself into, whining as he let out a sinful moan. “Fuck. m’so close. So close because of you, such a good girl, ” Body shaking as he fucked you into overstimualtion, grinding against your clit with each thrust.

“Mine, all mine.”

Hips stuttering and stalling as his balls were flush against your ass. Spilling inside of you and digging your fingers into his arms. Cock still hard even after you clenched around it, cumming onto him again and the bed sheets beneath you with a choked out moan. 

Thighs trembling as your body was so eased, sleepy and content. Focusing on the feeling of him stretching you out, and the internal feeling as making him proud. Slowly relaxing until he flipped you over on top of him, laying down. His cock slipping slightly out, the feeling of his warm cum escaping leaving you painfully empty.

Collapsing on top of him after your body gave out entirely. Only being able to breath as you felt his hand rest on your lower back. Turning your head to see his eyes closed, seemingly as worn out as you. The night sky being painted in the background, wondering how long you've been at it. 

But as your mind came back to yourself, you realized that you would never be his no matter what the circumstances. Closing your eyes one last time after admiring his face for what sempt like hours, the comfortableness growing as you drifted off to sleep in his big warm arms. Knowing that he'd be more than likely gone when you woke up, wiping your tears one last time.

 You’d done your part.

[enbysiriusblack]

1966

Let's get on with living while we can

Sirius stood up on Regulus' bed, they had just got back from a funeral and stared at an old relative directly in their cold, dead face.

And now Regulus wouldn't stop thinking about his own death; it scared the six year old child, but he had a strange sort of fascination with it.

And not play dumb; death's gonna come

Sirius threw a pillow at him.

"Stop staring into space thinking about death."

Regulus looked up at them with tears in his eyes, "Are you going to die?"

When it does, screw the nurse; I'll be eating hors d'oeuvres

Sirius shrugged, "Of course. I'll be all old and wrinkly and I'll just drop dead in the middle of a giant dinner party with world renowned guests."

They flopped down onto the bed to emphasise it, sticking out their tongue with a wide grin.

It's the roll of the dice, and no crying

Regulus nudged them and when Sirius refused to get up, Regulus folded his arms.

"Stop doing that. It's not funny."

Sirius started laughing, "I think it is rather funny."

You gotta die sometime

They sat up and looked at their little brother, "We're all going to die sometime. Which is why we've got to make the most of life and go raid the kitchens."

☆☆☆

1976

Death is not a friend, but I hope in the end

"How do you want to die?" Peter asked them as they were all lying in bed in the middle of the night.

There was silence for a while, before Sirius spoke.

"Falling off the edge of a huge castle. While on fire! And there's a huge crowd watching and there's a dragon who comes to try and save me but it's too late. And even though I just fell off a huge building, I'm still just as good looking."

He takes me in his arms and lets me hold his face

"Why would the dragon try to save you?" Remus murmured, half asleep.

"Why not?"

James sat up, "You'd be super ugly falling that far. Hooch told us of this guy that tried to fly to space and fell off his broom and when he was found he was just a pile of flesh and bone."

He holds me in his arms and whispers something funny

"I'll be special. Maybe death likes me more than that guy... what if I became friends with death?"

"Would you want to? He kills people." Peter argued.

Sirius shrugged, "But if I'm friends with him maybe he won't kill me."

He lifts me in his arms and tells me to embrace his attack

"Yeah but he kind of has to, it's his job." James added.

Remus mumbled again, "Why is death a man? Why can't death be a woman?"

"We'll be friends regardless of their gender. And then I'll either be immortal or a really hot corpse."

Then the scene turns to black

"You're so strange sometimes", Peter laughed.

☆☆☆

1986

Can I keep my cool despite the urge to fall apart?

Sirius drew patterns on the dust that layered the floor, resisting the urge to slam themselves against the metal bars again in the slim chance they died from it.

How should I start? I would cry if I could

They decided, when they had joined the war and realised how close they were to death, that they wanted to die quickly. Just one sudden thing and then... gone.

But it does no damn good; to explain I'm a man in my prime

But now, their choices were either to starve to death or slowly bleed out. Both slow and painful deaths.

You gotta die sometime

Sirius didn't want to die. But it was better than the alternative.

☆☆☆

1996

Death's a funny pal with a weird sort of talent

Bellatrix whirled towards them, a spark flying from her wand so suddenly that they almost didn't catch it.

He puts his arms around my neck and walks me to the bed

They knew what was about to happen; and as they started to fall through the veil, they turned their eyes to Hari and Remus.

He pins me up against the wall and kisses me like crazy

Unable to stop the fall, they tried to reach out but it was too late.

All they could do was watch, as Remus stopped Hari from running into death after them.

The many stupid things I though about with dread, now delight

Sirius looked at Remus, eyes dripping in tears and looking like he might run in himself.

Then to Hari, screaming and scrambling against Remus' hold.

Then the scene turns to white

Then, they were gone and everything was white. Pure white.

Give me the balls to orchestrate a graceful leave; that's my reprieve

They never would have thought this was how they'd die.

Sirius imagined something full of glory and bravery, maybe it would happen while saving someone else.

But it was their fucking cousin.

To go out without care, my head high in the air

Sirius could barely feel their body anymore but they lifted what felt like their head, and faced death head on.

Maybe they were on their way to James, Euphemia, Fleamont, Regulus, Marlene, Lily, and Dorcas. In a sort of heaven.

It's the last little mountain I'll climb

Or maybe they'd be left, feeling like this, stuck in the veil.

Or maybe they'd just drift away into nothingness.

Regardless, now they were dead.

You gotta die sometime

[shumaejh]

𝕊𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖

ᴛᴀɢꜱ- ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ɢʀᴏᴘɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ/ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴘᴇʀᴠ ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ, ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ- ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ. ꜱᴏ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

➳ Shuichi is a pervert, a huge one. He always was, and his perviness only got worse when he first met you. You were astonishing to him. Your hair, your outfits, your personality, body, looks; all if it was absolutely beautiful to him.

➳ Over time he became more obsessive and possesive towards you, getting these unexplainable urges. Urges that would send him to jail of he dare acted them out. Fortunately, he had very good self control and held back on these urges. But, all good things must come to an end, as these urges and thoughts became too overwhelming for him.

➳ He had bought his own camera just for taking pictures of you at your most vulnerable moments. Shuichi would stay right next to your window, waiting until you're sleeping, changing, masturbating, etcetera. He kept it mild, for now.

➳ But of course, he got away with these things, and due to that he started thinking that possibly he could get away with more intense things. Break-in's, stealing, touching you in your sleep.

➳ He gave into those thoughts and urges too, satisfying them as he broke into your room at night. He did that by using the window, as it was closest to you, sleeping beauty. You were so much more beautiful up close and in person, your skin so soft to the touch.

➳ He grazes his hand across your delicate skin, that touch alone sending arousal to his half-hard dick. Saihara watched as your chest raises up and falls back down, in a calming slumber, completely unaware about what's to come.

➳ Your shirt was raised up just above your belly button, to which his cold hand took to its advantage and rested on your stomach. His eyes snapped to your face as you tense in your sleep, the cold of his hand interrupting your peaceful slumber.

➳ Once you've calmed, Shuichi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His hand was warm now due to your body heat, allowing him to trail his hand up more and more without disrupting your sleep. His thin fingers stopped at the strap of your bra, his arm had only raised your shirt up more reveaing the bottom of your bra.

➳ Shuichi licked his lips in anticipation, taking his hand out of your shirt to delicately lift the rest of your shirt up, revealing your bra in its entirety. He could see your hardened nipples through the fabric, making his cock twitch in his pants. His hand groped your breast gently, he huffs, he could barely feel a thing! Your bra was in the way!

➳ He crawled onto your bed, straddling your hips with his hands at the sides of your head. He's so close to you, bent down with his lips inches away from yours. You looked absolutely stunning. The camera he had wrapped around his neck was nearly touching your breasts, which reminded him. He needed to treasure this moment.

➳ Forunately your lamp was on, which he found absolutely adorable. You can't sleep in the dark, you poor thing~ He did his best to drive his attention to his camera, lifting it up and taking a photo of your body, making sure your breasts were in view. With a chuckle, he took the camera off his neck and placed it on the desk. Now he can do whatever he pleases without waking you.

➳ Carefully he tucked his hands under your back, undoing your bra in no time. He felt the clips of your bra fall into his palms, allowing him to remove your bra. It took some effort, but in just a few minutes your bra and shirt were tossed onto the floor, revealing your now nude top half.

➳ His breathing became uneven, he wanted to do so much to you, but he knew that he needs to take baby steps to get to that point. For now, his hands squeezed and fondled your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipples to roll them between his fingers, feeling them harden. Satisfied, he let go, your nipples now hard and begging to be sucked on.

➳ He only chuckled at this and leaned down, pressing the flat of his tongue against your rock hard nipple, giving it a light flick of his tongue. That didn't wake you thankfully, a smirk forming onto his blush covered face. His thin lips wrapped around the bud, eyes fluttering closed.

➳ His sucks on the snesitive bud were incredibly gentle, in hopes you wouldn't wake up and attempt to kick him out. All he wants to do is make you feel good, so why wouls uou kick him out in the first place?

➳ Speaking of which, he groped your other free breast with his left hand, his right going between his and your legs to press his two fingers onto your clothed folds. He wasn't expecting your shorts to be wet, popping off of your saliva covered bud to look at the somewhat noticeable stain.

➳ "Ahaha.." he laughs softly, licking your other nipple once more before heading between your legs. The scent of your arousal hit him almost immediately, though he wasn't complaining. The scent was intoxicating, and made his pants just become even tighter.

➳ He sits up onto his knees, oh so carefully taking your shorts off and tossing them with the other articles of clothing. Your panties were just the cutest, making him immediately slide those off and have a whiff. "Mmhm~ Naughty, naughty girl.." he said, noticing that your folds were drenched.

➳ Instead of tossing the panties onto the floor, he shoved them in his pocker for later, getting back down onto his stomach to spread your wet folds. "Oohh.." he hums, you masturbated before this. Oh wow, he couldn't keep his dick in his pants for much longer. Quickly he grabbed his camera and took a photo of your hole, biting his lip so hard it nearly bled.

➳ "Wow.." he admires you once more, placing the camera down onto your desk once again. Stunning, he thought. Absolutely gorgeous.

➳ He leaned into your heat, sticking his tongue out and pressing the flat of it against your slit, and flicking it upwards while making sure it hit your clit, watching it twitch. A breathy laugh came from him, his left hands thumb pressing onto your clitoral hood and pushing back lightly.

➳ "Mmh.." he mumbles, sticking his tongue out to lap up your thick juices. His heart was pounding, you tasted astonishing. Your taste alone has him rubbing himself against your mattress, you're that addicting.

➳ Gently he pushed his tongue inside of you, there being not must resistance fortunately enough. His thumb let go of your clitoral hood to press down on your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He could tell you were slowly starting to stir, small whimpers were coming from your sleeping body. Adorable, small whimpers to be specific.

➳ "Mmmh.. w-what..?" you mumble, sitting up to see what was happening to you. Shuichi's heart skipped a beat for a moment, busted, he thought. However, he didn't stop, he just chuckled lightly, sending a spark of pleasure through your nerves. "A-Ah-! W-What are you-?!"

➳ Your hands frantically clawed at his head, desperately trying to tear him off of you. His hands went straight to your hips to hold them down, the glare he's giving you shooting daggers into your heart.

➳ "G-Get off of me you creep! G-Get out of my house!!" you yell. Unfortunately for you, Shuichi wasn't leaving until you cum. His tongue got pulled out of you to flick your clit, thin lips wrapping around the little bundle of nerves. The feeling made you go tense, "H-Hnnaaah-!"

➳ The moan drove him on, watching as you finally gave up and fell against your pillow. In all of his years being a detective, he's never seen nor heard someone give up this quick. You must want this as much as I do, he thinks. That idea alone had his cock begging to be released from the tightness of his pants.

➳ He hums against your swollen, sensitive clit, shoving two of his fingers into your clenching hole with no regard of how it'd feel. "O-Ow!! S-Shuichi--" you get cut off, his other hand lifting up and slamming down onto your thigh telling you to shut up.

➳ With a whimper, you kept quiet. You felt your high becoming closer and closer, his fingers doing a 'come hither' motion right against your g-spot wasn't helping either. You did not want to cum because of this sicko, this absolute freak, but you couldn't help it. The pleasure was just too much. You came, you came all over his fingers. Your velvety walls cleched around his slim fingers.

➳ A hum of satisfaction came from his throat, pulling off of your overstimulated clit and roughly pulling his fingers out. He was absolutely desperate for your juices, his tongue darting out to lap up your cum. Sweet like saccharine, Shuichi though. He smirked once finished, sitting up onto his knees to pull hos pants down to his knees and to take his dick out of the hole of his boxers.

➳ "G-God.. you're gorgeous," he moans out, hand wrapped around his pre-cum leaking dick. Roughly he started getting himself off to your twitching, limp body. "Y-You know.." he starts, "I-It was so tempting to.. just carve my initials into your skin, but.. you're so incredibly irresistible, my love.."

➳ His words meant nothing to you, of course. You were sure about that once you felt his warm semen shoot onto your sucked-in stomach. He came a lot, letting out a pleasured sigh. "Here.." he scoops some of his seed off your stomach with his fingers to wipe it onto your lip. Instinctively, you licked it off, which you immediately regretted; it made his half-hard dick twitch.

➳ "Haha.. it's like you're asking for more. Don't worry, love..." he kisses your forehead. "This won't be the last time."

➳ He gets dressed, takes a photo of you, and leaves. Leaving you covered in his semen, quivering.

[travisklcesasdfasd]

Had he known she was coming all the way to Kansas City he wouldn't have been dressed, or half dressed, the way he was. Him working out was a way to distract himself from the woman currently standing in front of. It was a surprise, it was more was it a welcomed surprise, or not. The logical part of his brain was saying to tell Taylor they couldn't do this, that as human beings they deserved to allow each other to heal. If she couldn't do this, neither of them could do this back and forth to end up in something more twisted and complicated that would inevitably land them with one hating the other. Watching the blonde's lips turn a smirk before hearing her words brought an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "You could say that, or you could say I've been working up a sweat because of you." Which not to add salt to a wound, but it was kind of the truth, and being truthful meant more to him than lying to each other. Even with Taylor calling things off between them, she had been honest. It might had confused the fuck out of him, but he could appreciate she was telling him how she really was feeling at that time.

Being able to go on tour with Taylor, see her do the thing that was done on such a massive scale. All that went into it, how hands on she was behind the scenes that so many people probably didn't even fully understand, the way she'd run to him after the show and he'd pull her tight into his arms. Attempting to be as supportive as possible of her career because that would be the one thing he'd ask in return, knowing that his career was something that he wasn't ready to give up anytime soon, unless an injury forced him into that kind of position. All he asked was for someone to show up to a few of the games, cheer, have a good time, be there when he lost and could sulk a bit, celebrate his winnings, and she had checked all those boxes with ease. As much as he hoped he had done the same for her.

If she had flown all the way out here, he wasn't going to shut her out. That would be him just being a dick. Which he could be more often than he liked to admit, and people knew that. Would he to that to Taylor? No... he couldn't. "Starting to track the miles now too?" he asked, turning back towards her, taking the towel to brush his face off of the bit of sweat before tossing it to the side into a basket so it wouldn't just be out and laying on the floor. "You can't get an exact measurement? You? Taylor Swift that can do anything she puts her mind to?" A soft laugh rumbling from deep in his chest. "No..." Actually he had, but he wasn't going to say that. "I figured you needed space, and if you needed that space I wasn't going to push you to talk to me if you didn't want to talk to me. Kind of what happens when you break up." he said with a shrug, trying to play it more casual but without seeming like he was glib about the whole thing. Travis did care, and he hoped she knew that, even if they had split.

A whirlwind of an experience the last few months had brought them, from her showing up to his games and cheering him on till he had won the super bowl alongside his team, to following her to a handful of her shows to support her and seeing such wonderful places with her, hand in hand til they curled up, tangled in sheets at night learning each and every contour of the others body. Just as he was going to say something the soft lift of taylor pressing herself up onto her tip toes made his eyes raise before feeling her warm lips press to his, the husk of his name fall from her. Talk, they should be talking, figuring out what the fuck was going on with them. Obviously things weren't over with them, that they still something there that both were holding onto it. "To hell with it." A growl left his lips, his muscular arms wrapping her slim frame and picking her up enough just to press her up against the wall, his mouth covering hers and kissing her like she was the air he needed to breathe. For a split second, in this moment, all could be right with the world again.

Seeing him shirtless, towel effortlessly thrown over his shoulder, the blonde couldn’t help but let her eyes wonder along his front. Taylor had seen him shirtless countless of times since they started dating — but it didn’t mean she appreciated the view any less. Even if they had been dating for what, in the grand scheme of things, didn’t seem too long, the singer should have figured that he would be working out. It was something he always did when things got complicated, and he needed to stay in shape for his job. The musician didn’t know if it was after not seeing him for a few weeks, having little to no contact with him, or the fact she could see the lasting effects of the work out made her speechless. As sweat dripped down his front, she bit her lower lip, her gaze moving back up, looking at him with a smirk. “Seems like you’ve been working up a sweat without me.” She teased — unable to stop herself from doing so. It was easy to go back into them. What they were before she messed everything up. 

The before. It was something she had been thinking about for the last few weeks. How even though they were both so busy with the tour, and him with games, they somehow made it work. Flying between different countries just to see each other for a day. The jet lag they both experienced, having to go out a perform the nights where she would rather slept. He made it all worth it. He gave her joy in moments she never expected to have. In those moments where she wondered if she could keep touring, where she was unsure about adding even more dates to the tour after Europe, Travis had been one of the ones who encouraged her to do whatever felt right. He didn’t tell her to stop, to hold back. Supportive. A thing she had to get used to all over again after wasting six years on someone who would rather see her be pushed to the sidelines. Who only thought about themselves. It was hard to unlearn what had been so ingrained into her psyche. Taylor was a confident woman, she knew that alone, she would be okay, but ever since she was young, Taylor knew she wanted to experience life with someone. Maybe that’s why in her last relationship she stayed so long. And what a mistake that was. It had messed her up in ways she didn’t even want to admit to herself, let alone someone who was as gentle as Travis. The blonde was scared to mess him up, to change him in ways that shouldn’t be done to another person. “I’m here.” She confirmed, a smile gracing her lips for a fleeting moment. 

Travis taking the bag from her — although used to it, did shock her. She didn’t expect him to welcome him into his home. She was waiting for the door to be slammed in her face. But he didn’t. Maybe they had a chance. Maybe they could talk — even though she had no idea what she was going to say. Feeling his arm move around her waist, Taylor had to remember to breathe. She looked ahead, focusing on whatever she could to try and ignore how close the two of them were. She both hated and loved the fact that he was touching her in the same way he always did. Protective, even in moments where they weren’t out in public. The hour of the day, she was sure that no one would have been able to follow her to this new house. The blonde appreciated the gesture, as always. Stepping through the threshold of his house, she finally looked at him again as his thumb moved along that spot, her lips parting slightly at the gesture. It wasn’t fair how easily he could get a reaction out of her. How despite how hard she tried, Travis had worn her down, knowing each inch of her intimately. Both physically and mentally. Her walls had come crumbling down around the both of them. 

“Am I?” She asked, cocking her brow slightly. “Only one thousand, two hundred miles.” She paused for a moment, wondering what he thought about her knowing that fact. That physical disntanxe between her and her home felt small compared to the emotional one she felt between the two of them in this moment.“Approximately, of course. I can’t get the exact measurement from my place to yours.” A laugh escaped her at the idea of bringing up google and putting their exact addresses into it to find that answer. Turning into him, her arms moved to lazily hang over his shoulders. “Sorry I stopped messaging you. I probably freaked you out a little bit. And I didn’t mean to ghost you. Even if it was only for a few hours. I just didn’t know what to say. That maybe if I told you I was coming over, you would not answer the door and I’d be standing out there for hours. Or maybe you would make sure you weren’t home. Or that one of your boys would be here.” Taylor took a breath from her rambling, trying to actually make her thoughts make sense. She wouldn’t blame the athlete for wanting his friends here for support. She was putting him through a lot. And none was his fault. They both knew this. 

Travis had made a bold gesture with handing over his phone number on a friendship bracelet, gifting her incredible things — and got along with both of her parents. That was everything she wanted in a relationship and more. He allowed her to just be Taylor. Not the pop star. Now she was going to try and fix whatever she had messed up, even if she was clutching at last hopes. The fact he still wanted to be so close to her meant there was still something to save. Tip toeing, her lips pressed against his. Was this another dumb move on her behalf? Probably. They should really talk, first. But she needed this moment. If he kissed her back, perhaps they would stand a chance. And the singer wouldn’t blame him if she was pushed away. “Trav…” The blonde muttered on his lips, body now pressed completely against his. The shirt she was wearing providing little protection from the sweat that was over his body from the work out. 

[ryangravytrain]

2 and 43 with gravy for the most recent ask game

Y'all you've got to start giving me two people for these not just one! 😅 I want to be sure you get the prompt fill you want! Anyways this isn't a full Royal au, I went in a more Bridgerton style thing! I hope you enjoy!

2: Royal au

43: Dance of Romance

"Mashup Prompts"

Ryan knew that the chances of being asked to dance at tonight's ball was slim to none. It had been three years since his debut and he was only getting older. He understood why he hadn't been courted yet, not many men want someone as tall and as strange as Ryan. But it still hurt, everytime he was passed upon for a younger and more proper man, it stung. He promised himself that this would be the last season that he would take part in before he gave in and shipped himself off to his cousins home in the country.

He watched from the sidelines as boys were asked to dance, one by one all the boys were on the floor with someone who could be their potential husband. Ryan tried to ignore his embarrassment when he found himself alone once again. He signed as he watched Count Johnson spin around the young Makar boy. Ryan had had a few conversations with the Count, enough to get his hopes of a courtship up a bit, but that ship seemed to have sailed.

“Excuse me sir, if you wouldn't mind” A voice called that Ryan didn't recognize. He stepped aside, assuming that he was in the way for the other.

“Sir…” The voice seemed hesitant, “Would you please accompany me to the dance floor? I've been told that you're a lovely dancer?”

Ryan finally looked at the man, about his height with dark red hair and an earnest smile on his face. Ryan slowly put his hand in the strangers, waiting for the other shoe to drop or for him to pull his hand away at the last second.

That didn't happen, instead he was pulled onto the dance floor/ The man's arm wrapping around his waist, pulling Ryan in close while holding his hand high in his own. They spun around the floor at a fast pace, faster than the rest of the couples on the floor. Ryan laughed as the man led them up and down, keeping Ryan close and laughing with him. Soon the music slowed, and they slowed down with it. Swaying from side to side Ryan took a chance and rested his head on the stranger's shoulder.

“Thank you Sir,” Ryan whispered, “That was the most fun I’ve had at one of these for a while.”

The stranger laughed, they separated as the music stopped, “I would like to call on you tomorrow Mr.Graves, would that be alright with you?”

“I would like that very much, and who will I be waiting for?” Ryan smiled shyly, not quite believing what was happening.

“Douglas Hamilton,” The man smiled, “Though you may call me Dougie.”

“I look forward to your call…Dougie.” Ryan said as he bowed. He left the ball shortly afterward, still riding the high of being wanted, for once.

[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 12

Warnings: None Tag List: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Today was the day, the day where Seijoh would face off aginst Kaisei Academy, a well known school with a very skilled Volleyball team. They were so good in fact, that they would become an obstacle for Aoba Johsei if not taken down a peg. And that's why Seijoh was here today, to show Kaisei Academy that they were the best! Right now, each team were having a team meeting before the game starts. While Seijoh were confident in their skills, there was still a hint of tension in the air.

"Alright guys, this is it." Oikawa started, as the captain it was his job to get his team hyped and ready for the match. But it was also his job to restore their confidence, make them feel like they could do anything if they really put their whole hearts and souls into it. "We're going to show those Kaisei jerks just who they're up against. We are Seijoh, we back down to no one! The moment we step onto that court, we show no mercy! Kaisei and every other team that challenges us will known that our team is nothing to mocked or looked down upon. I believe in all you, I know we can win this! Now, let's show them what we go!" The teamed collectively gave a frim, "Right!" back to their captain.

"But before we do, L/n-Chan has something she would like to say to everyone." Oikawa stepped aside for Y/n, who approached the team nervously. She cleared her throat and tried to ignore their eyes as she spoke. "I-I know things have been a little weird recently, I haven't stepped up as a manager like I promised I would. I gave you all my word and then I failed to make good on it, and for that I'm very sorry." She bows her head. "But, from now on, I'll be there for each and every one of you. I'll be here for this team like I should, I'll give you all my best, and I'll try harder every single day. Because that's what a manager does." She continued.

"Starting from now, you can rely on me. And I'll rely on you guys to win this match and many more like this." She gives the team a warm smile. "Good luck!" The team all felt their hearts flutter at her kind words. It was nice having a girl, a cute girl at that, cheer them on. But it was even nicer when she was this caring and appreciative of them. But secretly, Y/n would be cheering on Kyotani the most, and he knew that.

The bell that would signify the beginning of the match was blown. "Now go out there and win!" Y/n tells them. "Yeah!" The team says in unison as they approach the court.

The game was near it's end, and the score was tied, one more point was all that was needed in order to win this game. Things were starting to look slim for Seijoh, tension was clear in their movements. They were just as unsure as Y/n, who was on the sidelines watching with bated breath. She never knew volleyball could get so intense, she never understood why there was so much passion put into each match. But now she understood, she understood what it meant to be a part of the team, what it meant to have your teammates backs, and what it meant to support them all every step of the way.

The crowd watched as the ball was sent up into the air, Kyotani was the closest person to it. It was all up to him, to make that final hit, and win the game...

Kyotani took a running start, and just as he jumped he heard the encouragement that made him forget any trace of doubt in his mind. "Go for it Ken!!" Y/n cheered over the crowed. Kyotani yelled fiercely as he hit the ball with every ounce of strength he had. It swooshed over the net, and passed the opposite team member's head, right onto the floor.

The whole gym went quiet, as the ref made the final call...The final whistle was blown...Seijoh, had won!

The gym filled with the cheers from the crowd, Y/n included. She ran to the team who was currently celebrating their victory. She tackled Kyotani in a tight hug, he lifted her up and spun her around. "You all did it! You won!" Y/n kissed his forehead. "Of course we did! We're Seijoh!" Oikawa exclaims happily. "You guys were amazing! Congratulations!" Y/n tells them with a big smile. With a few more celebratory words, the two teams gathered at each side of the court, and thanked each other for the match.

At the end of the day, the whole team decided to go out for a nice dinner to celebrate. And all at the cost of their oh so wonderful captain Oikawa, who was currently regretting that decision. Each person raised their glass to make a toast. "Here's to another victory for Seijoh!" Oikawa starts. "You all worked hard out there today, I say this win was well deserved." The teamed cheered in agreement. "And, I would like to thank Y/n for becoming part of the team." His kind words made her blush. "Don't think I didn't hear you cheering for Mad-Dog out there." He winked. "Speaking of, congrats again on your relationship! Here's to Y/n and Mad-Dog! May they have a wonderful life, and many beautiful children!"

Y/n and Kyotani turned red, silently cursing their captain. "Oi, stop embarrassing them." Iwaizumi elbowed him. Y/n glanced over at Kyotani and smiled softly. As embarrassing as Oikawa's words were, she hoped for the same. That Kyotani and herself would stay together for a very long time, and maybe, even have a kid or two. Not now obviously! But at some point, it would be nice. Kyotani noticed her gaze,  and discreetly held her hand under the table, so the others couldn't see. Y/n rubbed her thumb over his hand gently, as a silent, "I love you too."

After a night of age appropriate drinking, eating, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company, it was time each team member made their way home. Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyotani and Y/n were the last to go. "Be safe on your way back." Iwaizumi tells them. "We will. Thanks again you guys. I had a lot of fun tonight." Y/n says appreciatively. "Anytime Y/n. Don't forget to show up for practice tomorrow you two." Oikawa waves as he walked side by side with Iwaizumi. "Goodnight." Y/n waved before turning to Kyotani.

"You ready?" He asked, reaching for her hand. Y/n nods and takes it with her own, they then walked their way back home. "You were awesome out there Ken." Y/n says as she snuggles into his arm. "Was I?" Kyotani's cheeks heat up. "Yeah, you were intense before, but during that game, you were something completely different. You were...you were just so amazing! I can't wait for the next game." Y/n says happily. Kyotani grinned, he really liked that Y/n was warming up to volleyball. Even gaining the same love he had for it since he was a kid.

It just made his love for her grow even more. "Y/n?" Y/n looked up at him with a hum. Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on her own. It didn't take her long to relax into the kiss and return it. She sighed breathlessly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She felt Kyotani's arms snake around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. The two pulled apart, needing air, before locking eyes with each other.

All that the two could ponder in this very moment was, 'how did I get so lucky?'. Kyotani reached up and moved a stray lock of hair from her face, then gently strokes her cheek. "I love you so much Y/n." He speaks softly. Y/n smiled and leaned into his touch. "I love you too Ken, so very, very much." The two stayed in each other's embrace for a bit longer before continuing on their way, hand in hand.

It was strange, at first glance, you would wonder why Y/n would want to be with someone like Kyotani. He could come across as just another cruel delinquent, but underneath all that was a misunderstood,  kind, and gentle person that Y/n loved with all her heart. She couldn't have asked for anyone better, and it was the same for Kyotani. He never thought anyone could love him for who he was, and yet, here Y/n was. Willing to love him with everything she had. He would make sure to never forget the kindness she had shown him, and the love that she held only for him.

He would make sure to care for her, and love her like it was his final days. He would never let her slip away so easy.

And to think, all this started...with a growl...

The End

Eight years had gone by since that day, and every since then, Y/n and Kyotani had stayed together, their relationship as strong as it was since they first started dating. Their love for volleyball had never went away, as Kyotani was now  a V. League Division 2 player. He played on a team called the Sendai Frogs. Y/n, while not a manager anymore, worked her dream job as a (career/occupation). Still she would always go to his games and cheer him on, he started to call her his own personal cheerleader.

Many changes had occurred in their life, they graduated high school, got jobs, their own home, and now, Y/n and Kyotani were expecting a new addition to their little family. It wouldn't be long now before the bundle of joy would arrive, less than a month in fact. It was quite the shock when they both found out that they would be having not one, but two babies. Twins, one girl and one boy.

And of course when Oikawa found out, he was more than excited. Too excited. Like he was the one having the baby. He chipped in and bought all sorts of baby clothes, mountains of diapers, and two very expensive cribs for the babies. Iwaizumi had to take charge and hold onto his idiotic husband's credit card for a while. He was going to cause them to go broke all on baby items! Don't get him wrong, he was more than happy for Y/n and Kyotani, and couldn't wait to meet the babies when they arrived. But seriously, Oikawa was going to cause them to go bankrupted.

Another bittersweet change was that Killer, Kyotani's dog had passed away of old age two years ago. It left Kyotani devastated, he loved Killer, and he was gone. Y/n was just as sad, Killer was like family to them both. It just felt so empty without him around, so Y/n came up with an idea. She knew no dog could ever replace Killer, but she gifted Kyotani with a Shiba puppy on his birthday. When Kyotani started to cry, she figured she had done something wrong. But quite the opposite, Kyotani loved the new puppy. He even named him Killer Jr.

So life was pretty good. Kyotani and Y/n were still happy and in love, expecting twins, and had a loyal companion. What more could they ask for?

Kyotani held Y/n in his arms, gently stroking her pregnant belly, chuckling whenever he would feel his children kick at him. Killer Jr. was laying across her legs, staying alert for anyone who would try and harm his owners. Y/n looked up at her husband, his eyes were closed and a warm smile across his face. Her eyes trailed to the wall in front of them, above their TV was his old jersey from back in high school. Number 16. His number, proudly displayed for all to see.

On the TV stand were pictures of Y/n and Kyotani from over the years. When they graduated, when they both got wasted at that collage party she dragged him to, when they first moved into their shared home. She figured there was room for one more. "Ken?" Y/n says softly, Kyotani hummed. "Can you grab the camera for me?" She asks. Kyotani sits up right. "Why?" He asked as he stood up from the couch. "I want to take a picture of us. You can never have too many happy memories."

Kyotani searched around for a bit before finding the camera. He hurried back over and snuggled up to Y/n again and handing her the camera. She raised it up high and kissed his cheek, Killer Jr. walked over and laid in Kyotani's lap. The camera clicked and flashed, Y/n pulled away and took a look at the picture. "Perfect." She smiled. Kyotani chuckled and pet Killer Jr.'s head. "Wanted to be in it too bud?" Killer Jr. barked and licked his hand.

"You're so photogenic buddy." Y/n giggled. "He should be a dog model-oh!" Y/n put her hand on her stomach. "That was uh...a big kick." Kyotani puts his hand on hers. "You ok?" He asked. "Yes, it was just-Ah! Ooookay...um...Ken? I think our babies want to be free." Kyotani's eyes widened. "N-now...?" Kyotani mutters. "Yep." Y/n nods. "Now!?" Kyotani exclaims. "Yes now Ken!" Y/n flinches at another harsh kick. Kyotani jumped up and quickly grabbed his keys.

He ran back over and helped Y/n up and got her out the door and into the car and rush to the hospital.

It was hectic at first, but after hours of labor the twins had finally made their way into the world. Y/n held her two babies close to her chest, even drenched in sweat and exhausted Kyotani still found her beautiful. His knees nearly gave in at the sight of her and his two children. He kneeled down next to the bed. "They're so...small." It was all he could say. Y/n smiled and kissed her babies' heads. "Yeah..."

The door to the room opened wide, no other than Oikawa himself strode in. "I came as soon as I heard!" Iwaizumi followed in after. "This is a hospital, tone it down!" He hissed. "Ohhh, let me see." Oikawa walked over to the other side of the bed. He teared up at the sight of them. "What are their names?" He asked. Y/n looked down at the girl. "This one is Yui." She looked down at the boy. "And this one is Ryu."

(Sorry if they're bad, I'm not creative when it comes to names.)

"They're so precious." Oikawa whines. Iwaizumi walks over with a smile. "Congrats you too. They're beautiful." Y/n and Kyotani thanks them before turning their attention back to their kids.

"Yui and Ryu...Welcome to the world."

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[roselen-mylady]

the game

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

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

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

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

But tonight was different.

Tonight was boring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Y/n was swooning for another.

The same man she had for years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

Y/n had this in the bag.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what if I don't?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So she loved him from afar.

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I've got too many kids."

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two