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carnalcrows · 3 months ago

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TENSION - THANOS & MYUNG-GI

pairing: thanos x male!reader x myunggi

synopsis: Two enemies walk into a bathroom to fight, but end up leaving as flustered teammates—with you as the surprising middle ground.

content warnings: 18+, bottom reader, top myung-gi and thanos, blowjobs, bathroom sex, threesome, exhibitionism, dacryphillia, fingering (reader receiving), anal, rimming, reader is taken from both ends.

word count: 1.1k

A/N: link to the request

The bathroom reeked of mildew, the dim lighting doing little to soften the jagged edges of tension cutting through the air. Myung-gi was pressed up against the cracked sink, his wiry frame taut like a spring ready to snap. Thanos loomed over him, his jaw set and fists clenched, a storm brewing in his dark eyes.

“Keep running your mouth, and see what happens,” Myung-gi spat, his voice low but sharp enough to cut.

Thanos tilted his head slightly, a small, dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You think you’re tough, huh? All bark, no bite. You’d fold the second someone pushed back.”

“Try me.”

You stepped in before things spiraled out of control. “Alright, enough,” you said sharply, shoving yourself between them. Your hands pressed against their chests to create some space, though you felt the coiled tension in their bodies beneath your palms. “You really want to do this? Because if the guards hear so much as a peep, neither of you is walking out of here.”

Thanos’s gaze flicked to you, his intense glare softening just enough to let you know he wasn’t about to flatten you. Myung-gi, on the other hand, was still bristling, his breaths coming fast and shallow.

“Why do you even care?” Myung-gi snapped. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Because you’re both being idiots,” you replied, keeping your voice steady despite the pounding in your chest. “You’re acting like this is going to solve anything, and it’s not. You’re just making everything worse for yourselves.”

There was a pause—a charged silence where the three of you stood frozen, the only sound the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Myung-gi glanced at Thanos, then back at you, something unreadable flashing across his face.

“Maybe we just need to... let off some steam,” Myung-gi muttered, almost too quietly to hear.

Thanos raised an eyebrow, the tension in his posture shifting into something else entirely. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unrelenting. “He’s not wrong,” Thanos said, his voice dropping an octave.

Your heart skipped a beat as their gazes bore into you, the weight of their combined attention making your breath hitch.

“Wait, what are you—”

“C’mon,” Myung-gi said, a faint smirk creeping onto his lips. “You’re always stepping in, trying to fix everything. Let us handle this... our way.”

Before you could protest, Myung-gi’s hand curled around your wrist, pulling you closer. His other hand cupped your jaw as he leaned in, his lips crashing against yours with a force that made your knees buckle. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he were pouring all of his pent-up frustration into it.

A low hum of approval came from Thanos, who stepped in behind you. His hands gripped your shoulders, grounding you as Myung-gi’s lips moved against yours, his kiss messy and demanding. Thanos leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “Don’t forget about me,” he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

He tilted your head gently, his lips finding yours with a surprising tenderness that contrasted Myung-gi’s fervor. The two of them alternated, their touches and kisses a chaotic, intoxicating mix of need and heat. Myung-gi’s hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer, while Thanos’s fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your movements with deliberate ease.

The stall felt impossibly small, their bodies pressing against yours from both sides. The tension that had filled the room earlier dissolved, replaced by something electric and undeniable.

“We have to be quick, the guards might show up at any moment”, Myung-gi whispered, alerting you.Thanos seemed relaxed, as he slowly pulled your track pants and boxers down to reveal your erection.

He held your chin and tilted it towards him for a kiss, while Myung-gi slowly lifted you up and onto his lap entirely. His fingers circle the rim of your hole, feeling the tight ring of muscle puckering and clenching around nothing. His breath hitches as his fingers pushed past the ring of muscle and into your ass. He could hear you moaning and whimpering from the sudden intrusion.

Thanos took the opportunity to turn you around so that your stomach was facing the ground, and you were looking up at him, all doe-eyed.

“Stay still, pretty boy, " he commanded, before pulling down his pants, revealing his leaking cock. You understood, and began to suckle on the angry tip, giving it kitty licks before taking it down your throat. Thanos let out a breathy moan, and held onto your hair, tilting your head in such a way that his length hit the back of your throat at every thrust.

At your other end, Myung-gi felt that he had prepped you enough, so he stood up and removed his aching cock from its confinements. A glob of his spit fell right on your asshole, making you whimper around Thanos’s cock at the cod sensation, only turning him on even more.

Myung-gi slowly pushed his tip inside, which caused your eyes to roll back with pleasure. Thanos, seeing this, got turned on even more and his thrusts became more vigorous.

“Fuck—so tight; Junhee was never like this when we were together…God–” You mumbled around Thanos’s cock, while the man was babbling nonsense (partially out of all the pills he had consumed.

“Shit– never expected to get into an orgy in this shithole.” You moaned around his dick, and the vibrations around it caused Thanos to come undone in your mouth without warning.

“Take it all– my boy,” he exclaimed, looking at your fucked out face as Myung-gi was still taking you from behind. Myung-gi’s thrusting was getting sloppier, and as soon as you came, so did he, pulling out at the last second before painting your ass a pearly white.

They both hesitated for a moment, before pulling out of you from either end. You whined at the emptiness, before Myung-gi took your discarded track pants to wipe off his load from your ass, before handing the cloth back to you to wear.

Ew.

When the three of you finally emerged, the dim bathroom light made the disheveled state of your clothes all the more obvious. Myung-gi looked smug, his shirt untucked and his hair a mess. Thanos, ever the stoic, adjusted his collar as if nothing had happened, though the faintest smirk tugged at his lips.

The few players lingering outside stared, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

“Mind your business,” Myung-gi snapped, pushing past them with a swagger in his step.

Thanos said nothing, but his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, dark and unreadable, before he followed Myung-gi out.

You stood there for a second, catching your breath and trying to process what had just happened. Whatever it was, you knew one thing for certain—it wasn’t something you’d soon forget.

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celestialmatcha7 · 3 months ago

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broken promises | nam-gyu (player 124)

word count: 1k

pairing: baby daddy! nam-gyu x fem! reader

genre: angst </3

summary: y/n is a young mother struggling with the heartbreak of her partner nam-gyu's drug addiction, which keeps pulling him away from their family. one night, after he comes home late and high again, y/n confronts him, demanding he choose between his destructive habits or his family.

The apartment was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the fridge and the occasional coo of your baby, Mei, in the bassinet. You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the clock on the wall. Midnight. He was late—again.

You’d told yourself not to get your hopes up this time, but a small part of you still clung to the memory of who Nam-gyu used to be. The man who held your hand during every doctor’s visit, who kissed your belly and promised Mei would never want for anything. That man seemed like a ghost now, fading further away with every missed promise.

Mei stirred, a soft cry breaking the silence. You immediately got up, scooping her into your arms. “Shh, it’s okay, sweet girl,” you murmured, rocking her gently. “I’ve got you.”

The rhythmic sway of your arms calmed her, but it couldn’t calm the storm brewing inside you. You glanced toward the door again, your jaw tightening as the minutes ticked by. This wasn’t the first time Nam-gyu had promised he’d come home early, and it certainly wasn’t the first time he’d broken that promise.

The front door creaked open suddenly, startling both you and Mei. Nam-gyu stumbled in, his disheveled hair and the faint chemical scent on his clothes telling you everything you needed to know. His eyes, bloodshot and glassy, avoided yours as he kicked off his shoes, letting them clatter against the wall.

“You said you’d be home earlier,” you said, your voice low but trembling with suppressed anger. “We needed you.”

He waved a hand dismissively, slumping onto the couch. “I had… things to handle. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I wouldn’t understand?” You scoffed, clutching Mei closer. “All I understand is that we’re drowning in debt because you and Thanos thought MG Coin was going to make you millionaires. And now I’m the one paying the bills while you’re out getting high!”

His head snapped up at the mention of Thanos. “Don’t bring him into this. He’s got nothing to do with tonight.”

“Really? Because every time you’re out until God knows when, you’re with him, coming up with another genius plan that’s going to fix everything. But nothing gets fixed, Nam-gyu. It just gets worse.”

He groaned, leaning back and rubbing his temples. “I’m trying, okay? Do you think this is easy for me?”

“Trying? No, you’re not trying. You’re running. From me, from her, from everything.” Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “I can’t keep doing this, Nam-gyu. I can’t keep pretending you’ll change when every night ends the same.”

He looked at you, his expression softening for a moment. “I love you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to cling to the scraps of the man you’d fallen in love with, but his words felt hollow, drowned out by months of broken promises and half-hearted apologies.

“Love isn’t enough,” you said, clutching Mei closer as she settled against your chest. “Not when you’re choosing this over us.”

He stood abruptly, pacing the room in agitation. “You think I want to be like this? I didn’t ask for this life either, Y/N. I’m trying to survive—”

“Survive?” You cut him off, your voice rising despite your efforts to stay calm. “You’re killing yourself, Nam-gyu. And you’re dragging us down with you. Do you know how humiliating it is to get calls from debt collectors? To beg the landlord for an extension on rent because all our money went into your bad choices?”

Mei stirred again, her tiny whimper breaking your heart even further. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to stay steady. “I need you to choose,” you said quietly. “Us or the drugs. Because I can’t keep raising her like this—watching you destroy yourself and letting her see it, too.”

His steps faltered, and for a moment, you thought he might say something, do something to prove you wrong. But instead, he turned toward the coat rack, grabbing his jacket.

“Where are you going?” you asked, panic rising in your chest.

“I need some air,” he replied, avoiding your gaze. “I’ll be back.”

“You always say that,” you whispered, barely audible, but he didn’t hear—or chose not to.

The door closed behind him with a finality that made your heart ache.

You sank onto the couch, Mei cradled in your arms. Her tiny fingers wrapped around yours, anchoring you to the moment. Your mind raced with questions. Would he be back tomorrow? Next week? Ever? How many more nights would you spend like this, waiting and wondering if he’d choose you?

Hours passed, and the baby fell asleep in your arms. You carried her to the nursery, tucking her into the crib and lingering there for a while, watching her peaceful expression. She didn’t know the chaos swirling around her, and you vowed to protect her from it as much as you could.

Back in the living room, the emptiness felt overwhelming. His coat was gone, his shoes weren’t by the door, and the faint smell of smoke still lingered in the air. It was like he had taken every part of him and left you with nothing but the void.

You sat down on the couch, pulling a blanket over your shoulders as tears finally spilled over. You didn’t cry for him—not anymore. These tears were for yourself, for Mei, for the life you’d imagined and the reality you were left with.

Holding your phone in trembling hands, you debated calling him. But deep down, you knew the cycle would only repeat itself.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered to yourself.

Mei stirred in the other room, and you stood, wiping your face. “It’s just you and me now, sweetheart,” you murmured as you peeked into the nursery. “No matter what, I’ll make sure we’re okay.”

Outside, the night swallowed him whole, and with it, the part of you that had always hoped he’d change.

But as the first rays of dawn crept through the blinds, you realized you had something he didn’t—a reason to keep going, a reason to fight.

And you would fight. For her. For yourself. Even if you didn’t know when—or if—he’d ever come back.

#namgyu x reader #namgyu angst #nam-gyu angst #nam gyu x reader #player 124 x reader #player 124 #namgyu #squid game s2 #squid game angst #squid game #squid game x reader

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luvfae · 2 months ago

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SMACK

a/n: for some reason tumblr won’t let me answer this request! anyway, here it is 💋

request: hili!! i figure u already have a lot of requests so no rush with this. <333

may i request a fic where thanos and reader are very toxic (ofcc) and they get into a fight and it gets physical? like thanos hits reader after she hits him.

they end up not talking but eventually make up with some smut. (toxic smut ofc)

anyways ur an amazingggg writer i check ur posts every dayy!! tysm !! muahhh

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader

warnings: toxic relationship, swearing, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, thanos and reader slap each other, mention of drugs and alcohol.

1:30 a.m.

The apartment was a mess—empty bottles on the table, a half-smoked joint in the ashtray, the air thick with stale alcohol and bad decisions.

Thanos sat on the couch, legs spread, one arm slung over the backrest. He was high, maybe a little drunk, lazily watching you from across the room. You were pacing, jaw tight, your fingers gripping his phone like you were seconds away from throwing it.

“Who the fuck is she?” you demanded, your voice sharp, slicing through the thick silence.

Thanos exhaled slowly, flicking his lighter open and closed. Click. Click. Click. “Not this shit again.”

Your stomach twisted. That tone—the dismissive, lazy tone that said he didn’t care, that he was already bored of the conversation—set you off like gasoline meeting a match.

“I saw the texts, Su-bong.” You threw the phone at him. It bounced off his chest and landed in his lap. “Are you gonna tell me you don’t know her?”

He barely reacted. Just picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and sighed. “Are you stalking my shit now?”

Your breath hitched. “Are you fucking serious?”

He tilted his head back against the couch, rubbing his face like you were exhausting him. Like this was your fault. Like you were the problem.

“She’s just a fan,” he muttered.

“A fan?” You laughed, but it came out broken. “You sent her your address, you fucking idiot.”

“So?” His voice was flat, emotionless, like none of this mattered. Like you didn’t matter.

Your chest tightened. Your vision blurred. “So, you’re telling me you’re inviting random fucking girls over and that’s supposed to be okay?”

He gave you a slow once-over, his lips curling into something mean. “You know what your problem is?”

“Oh, please, enlighten me, Thanos.”

“You act like you own me.”

Your heart twisted so violently you almost swayed. He said it like it was nothing. Like you were nothing. Like the past three years meant nothing.

And maybe you were crazy, maybe you were unhinged, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Your hand moved before you could think.

Smack.

The slap echoed in the tiny apartment.

Thanos’ head turned with the force of it, his cheek flushing red, but he didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just sat there, breathing slow and heavy.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

You should’ve walked away.

You should’ve.

But you didn’t.

And neither did he.

Slowly, he turned back to face you, something dark swimming in his eyes. His jaw clenched. His fingers twitched.

Then, before you could blink—

Smack.

The back of his hand connected with your cheek, sharp and sudden, sending you stumbling a step back. Your breath caught.

The world stopped.

For a split second, neither of you moved.

You touched your cheek, heat blooming beneath your fingertips, eyes wide with shock.

He exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable.

And then, the moment passed.

Like it never happened.

Like it always happened.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t run. You just stood there, breathing hard, staring at him like you didn’t even recognize the man in front of you.

Thanos looked at you for a long time. His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Instead, he grabbed his jacket and walked out.

He didn’t look back.

A Week Later

You ignored his calls.

At first, he didn’t care. He was good at pretending not to care.

Then, when you didn’t answer for three days straight, the messages started.

Thanos: Open the fucking door.

Thanos: I know you’re home.

Thanos: You really gonna act like a little slap was that deep?

That one nearly made you break the phone.

But you didn’t answer. You didn’t give in.

Until he showed up drunk at your door a week later.

2:45 AM

The pounding on your door was relentless.

“Open up, Y/N,” his voice was rough, slurred, desperate. “I know you’re in there.”

You didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Your back was pressed against the door, heart hammering in your chest.

“Baby…” His voice softened, just a little. “Please. Just talk to me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Then—

A thud.

And another.

You heard him slide down the door, until he was sitting against it, on the other side. His voice was quieter now. “I miss you.”

A knife twisted in your chest.

You should have told him to fuck off.

But instead, your fingers trembled as you unlocked the door.

He nearly fell inside.

Thanos looked wrecked—messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. He stared up at you, blinking like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“You look like shit,” you muttered.

A slow, lazy smirk pulled at his lips. “You look so beautiful.”

“Fuck you.”

His smirk grew. “Please do.”

You scoffed, shaking your head, but before you could say anything else, his hands were on you.

Gripping. Pulling.

His lips crushed against yours, tasting like whiskey and bad intentions. You should’ve shoved him away. You should’ve screamed at him, reminded him why you hated him.

But you didn’t.

Because you hated him.

And you loved him.

And that was the fucking problem.

You grabbed his jacket, yanking him deeper inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

The air between you was thick—heat, alcohol, anger, and something darker curling at the edges. Your breath hitched as Thanos’s hands slid under your shirt, fingers rough, desperate, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you before you disappeared again.

“You gonna pretend you don’t want this?” he murmured against your jaw, his voice deep, slurred, wrecked. His teeth grazed your skin, and your nails sank into his shoulders in response.

You did want it. That was the fucking problem.

“Shut up,” you muttered, yanking at his jacket, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “Just shut the fuck up.”

His lips crashed into yours again, all teeth and whiskey and fucking arrogance. His grip on your hips was bruising as he backed you against the wall, hands everywhere—gripping, tugging, pulling like he couldn’t stand the space between you.

You shoved at him, hard enough to make him stumble back a step. “You don’t get to do this,” you snapped, your breathing ragged. “You don’t get to disappear for weeks and then show up like this—like I’m just supposed to let you back in.”

Thanos’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. “I never fucking left you.”

“Bullshit.”

His hands balled into fists, his whole body tense, like he was trying to hold himself back. But his control was slipping—you could see it in the way his chest heaved, in the way his fingers twitched at his sides.

“You wanna hit me again?” you taunted, lifting your chin. “Go ahead. Get it out of your system.”

His eyes flashed, dark and dangerous. His fingers curled around your throat—not tight, not threatening, but possessive. “That what you want, baby?” His breath was hot against your lips. “You want me to hurt you so you can hate me for real?”

You should’ve pushed him away.

Instead, you grabbed his wrist and dug your nails in, forcing him to tighten his grip.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I do.”

Something inside him snapped.

The next second, he was slamming you against the wall, his mouth devouring yours, his hands tearing at your clothes like they were in his way. You gasped as he hoisted you up, his grip bruising as he carried you to the bed and threw you down like you were something to be ruined.

You arched up to meet him, nails raking down his chest, leaving red lines in your wake. He groaned into your mouth, his body pressing against yours, pinning you beneath him.

“You make me fucking crazy,” he muttered, dragging his lips down your neck, biting just hard enough to make you gasp. “You know that?”

You laughed, breathless, shoving your hand into his hair and yanking his head back. “Good.”

He growled, flipping you over onto your stomach before yanking you back against him. His hands were rough, greedy, dragging over your skin like he was trying to burn the memory of you into his fingertips.

“Tell me you don’t need this,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

But you couldn’t.

Because you did.

Instead, you dug your nails into his back. “Shut up and fuck me.”

His growl vibrated against your throat.

The air between you was suffocating—thick with sweat, desperation, and the kind of love that burned more than it healed.

Thanos shoved his pants and boxers down, his cock already hard, already aching, already desperate for you. He didn’t waste time—didn’t ask, didn’t tease, didn’t give you a moment to breathe before he was inside you, stretching you, splitting you open, making you cry out.

His hand slammed against the mattress beside your head, his body caging you in as he set a brutal, punishing rhythm, each thrust harder than the last, like he was trying to fuck the fight out of you. Like he was trying to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

“Look at me when I fuck you, baby,” he growled, his fingers gripping your chin, forcing your head to the side, forcing your gaze to meet his.

You blinked up at him, staring at his perfect fucking face, the one that ruined you, the one you would let ruin you over and over again if it meant keeping him forever.

Your nails dragged down the sheets. Your head spun, body already trembling from the force of him, from the way he owned you like you were his possession and nothing more.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” you gasped, your words shaky. “I’ll fucking baby trap you so you can’t leave me. So part of me will always be a part of you.”

Thanos smirked against your cheek, his hand tangling through your messy hair and yanking, forcing your head back, exposing your throat to him. His lips dragged along the side of your neck, biting, sucking, marking you up like he was branding you.

“Don’t have to baby trap me to keep me around, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker, something possessive. His thrusts grew deeper, rougher, forcing broken moans from your lips. “Your tight body is enough to keep me in place.”

Your stomach twisted, jealousy and arousal tangling into one as you dug your nails into his arm. “Then stop texting other bitches.”

His grip snapped tight around your throat, making your breath hitch, making your body jolt as he fucked into you harder, slamming you further into the mattress.

“Stop acting like a fucking brat, and I won’t have to,” he murmured against your ear, his voice deep, low, sending shivers down your spine. “Now stop running that pretty mouth and cum for me. Show me how much you love being fucked by me.”

His words lit you on fire, sending you spiraling, your stomach tightening, your legs shaking as the pressure inside you finally broke.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Su-Bong,” you sobbed, nails scraping down his arm as pleasure ripped through you, your walls clenching around him, milking him.

His head dropped into the back of your neck, his groan vibrating against your skin as his hips stuttered, his thrusts growing sloppy before he buried himself as deep as he could, spilling inside you.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he pulled out, his dark eyes flickering down to where his cum was already leaking out of you, making a filthy mess of your inner thighs. He swiped a finger through it, then grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open before slipping his fingers inside, making you taste the both of you mixed together.

“Tell me, pretty,” he smirked, watching as your tongue curled around his fingers. “Do we taste good together?”

You nodded, lashes fluttering, eyes glazed over as you sucked on his fingers before he pulled them away, replacing them with his lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath still heavy.

“I love you, Su-Bong,” you muttered, your voice soft now, your fingers tracing lazy patterns along his jaw.

A smirk curled at his lips. “I love you too.”

Because this was always how it ended. Every fight. Every toxic, fucked-up argument. You tore each other apart just to feel whole again.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

#squid game #thanos #choi su bong #thanos x reader #choi su bong x reader #thanos smut #choi su bong smut

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staryscorner · 3 months ago

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When they see that you've been Sh

Warning: Mention of blood and self h@rm/cvtt!ng

Character: Thanos/Choi, Su-bong, Min-su, Gi-hun, Hyun-ju, In-ho

Pt1 | Pt2 | PT3

Thanos/Choi Su-bong:

He never knew until 2 months into the relationship

You guys were about to make love and he was in a hurry to remove your shirt. You had forgotten to bandage your recent cuts so when he took your shirt he just saw cuts all over your forearm and the room that was filled with lust soon turned grim.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!” he yelled at you and then noticed that he frightened you. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Can you please tell me why” He said while he glided his finger softly across the cuts

You winced a bit at the pain but you let him continue.

“If you don’t want to talk about it’s fine but please rely on me … please.”

You have never seen Thanos like this before. He's the type to not give much thought about anything he did, but you mean everything to him he doesn't want you to be hurt.

The silence was suffocating but you then began to tell him why you were cutting. He listened to everything you said, holding your hands the entire time so you knew he was with you.

“I think it’s time for you to get help and I'll be with you every step of the way”

Min-su:

He knew that you've been hurting yourself for a while, but he didn't say anything because he thought that you had the willpower to stop whenever you wanted. He thought that the damage wasn't much until one day he peeked into the bathroom and saw for himself all the scars and open wounds on your body

Min-su ran in and grabbed the blade in your hand.

“I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you.” tears forming in his eyes. “I knew this whole time and I thought you could stop whenever you wanted to…but I was wrong. I was the one causing you the most harm. I want to help you. I want to know why you're in pain. Why you're doing this. I'll do my best to protect you from now on. Please trust in me. We can get through this together."

Gi-hun:

You both shared an apartment so he could keep you close after what you both went through in the games. He was out doing errands so you were there alone and took your razor from where you were hiding it and then began to cut yourself each slice getting deeper and deeper you had’nt noticed that someone had opened the door so when you heard someone call out your name you jumped turing around with the razor in your hand and blood spilling from your thighs

“Y/N!!” He ran over dropping the bags in his hands. He was grabbing paper towels to clean up the blood.

“Why are you doing this!”

You didn't say a word, you sat there looking down at him cleaning you up.

He knew you weren't going to stop this so he decided that he would help you get clean by staying close to you. He never left you alone after that and kept a close eye on you. He even found your stash of blades and threw them all out.

At first you thought it was a bit annoying being watched everywhere you went but later on you realized how deeply he cared for you and you also put your effort in and soon you were clean it was hard but you did it for him.

Hyun-ju:

You would normally be the one who would clean the house but Hyun-ju wanted you to get a fresh breath of air since it was such a sunny day so you went out to get groceries while hyun-ju cleaned the house. While changing the sheets she came upon bloody blades under your side of the mattress. She soon called you to get home quickly and you thought something happened to her so you ran back. Once you got home you yelled out to her and she told you that she was in the room you went to in and there you saw her sitting on the bed with a pile of razors beside her

“Explain this now” demanding to know what was going on

She wasn't going to take no as an answer so you had to tell her.

After she heard the reason why you were doing that she got up and held you close enough where you could hear her heartbeat racing. Just the sound of her heart told you how worried she was. You didn't want her to worry. So you decided to stop. It was a challenge but it was worth it for her happiness.

In-ho:

You would always wear long sleeve shirts and pants. Never showing your skin. In-ho didnt mind if you didn't like showing your skin but he did start to worry when he would buy you clothes that you were obviously eyeing on the mannequin and never wear it so the next time you and him went to the store he pulled you into your favorite clothing store handed you lots of clothing he knew you would love.

“Here, try these on babe”.

It concerned him that you've been in the dressing room for about 10 minutes. So he knocked on the door … no response. He proceeded to then barge into the dressing room

“Hey are you ok” after he said that he saw you in the clothes that he had picked for you but noticed some scars and bandages all over your arms.

“So is this the reason you don't wear clothing that shows your skin.”

“Yea I wanted to tell you for a while but I was scared that you would look at me differently if you saw how pathetic I was.”

“I would never judge you for something like this. I just want you to be honest with me if you have things that are worrying you. So please don't hurt yourself anymore. He held you in his arms and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Hope you all enjoy!! =^o^=

PT2 is up so let me know if you want to be tagged in PT3!! :P

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servndipityz · 2 months ago

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

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

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

SNAP

warnings ── blood, death, general squid game themes

word count ── 2.4k

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silence.

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

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

and it had been damn close.

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

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

this time, he'd pushed too far.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but of course, he wasn’t alone.

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

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

you turned to him. fuming.

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

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

so you’d do the next best thing.

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

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

and so, time went on.

but not for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

nothing.

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

still, nothing.

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

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

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

it was driving him insane.

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

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

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

fuck it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"nam-gyu, i swear to god—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that was it. that was the final fucking straw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I’m sorry."

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

you froze.

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

"you—what?"

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

a beat of silence.

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

it startled both of you.

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

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

"clearly."

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

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

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

"uh-huh. that’s progress."

"shut up."

"make me."

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

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

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#nam gyu #namgyu x reader #nam gyu squid game

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fluffyfantasticducky · 1 year ago

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How to Cure Pains and Heartaches

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: After such a bitter end, Loki has no choice but to fade away. To his surprise he awakens in bed where he will be taken care of. Why? What do they want of him? Who's that lovely mortal?

☆ Word Count: 6,266

☆ Notes: Loki being a swooning darling, he's recovering from injuries in a fix it AU where he survives the attack on the Statesman and he gets to live on earth.

☆ Warnings: Mention of Loki's trauma and torture courtesy of the Mad Titan, fuck you Thanos. Mention of gaining weight (but it isn't given a negative conotation).

No one could deny Loki had gone through a lot of stuff, simply his Asgardian nature and the amount of exposure he had had with war from a young age would (rightfully) horrify most Midgardians, plus the pressure of being royalty and the responsibility it demanded with him.

In retrospect, Loki always knew his amount of responsibility were no way near as high as Thor’s, which allowed Loki to get some relief by following his nature as God of Mischief. But still: meetings, war council, royal balls, and in general trying to keep an image of perfection to most of Asgard other than Thor’s group and his parents who truly knew of Loki’s more playful nature, it was quite draining.

And that was before the true horrors.

That one trip to Jotunheim had been the source of over a decade of disgrace. Knowing all that battle would cause, he never would’ve let those three other Jotuns into the vaults of Valaskjalf.

After that, it was tragedy after tragedy. And the worst of them happened in the Sanctuary II.

At first, he thought some bounty hunters had recognized him, given they seem to know who he was, and the only reason they spared his life was because it would be about a matter of time until they’d bargain his life with Odin.

But after several months where he was starved, and his only contact was to be tortured, where the Black Order tore his body apart bit by bit, breaking bones, tearing skin only to throw him back into an isolation cell, where all that kept him together was his pride and the thought that Heimdall could see him and start a rescue mission, thing he learned years later couldn’t be done.

And when he didn’t cave in, they shattered his mind as well, using the Mind Stone on his scepter, giving him no choice but to submit. Everything bad in his life prior to that point seemed to be blissful field trip.

And for many years later he thought he would spend the rest of his life suffering to atone to the horrors he unleashed onto Jotunheim and New York. And by the time the Sanctuary II intercepted the Asgardian escape ship on its way to Earth, and he felt himself fading from reality… nothing had proved him otherwise.

At least he had protected his brother…

…

Who would’ve thought that the next time he opened his eyes he would be laying in a hospital bed, flowers by his ankles and a cervical collar? He had a thousand questions. Where was he? Who brought him there? Why had he been saved? Why couldn’t they let him just die?

Just when he thought it was another round of the same type of torture the Black Order inflicted on him, the door opened�� Only about a few hours after waking up, and just in time when his stomach started growling.

The first time he saw you, you felt like a vision. Beautiful and most of it all, kind.

“Loki how are you feeling?” you smiled at him, as you stepped inside the room with a tray of warm food. The smell made his mouth water. “Were you waiting for long? Sorry, I didn’t hear you wake up.”

Loki was quietly staring at you. Not only because his throat was dry, but because he had no idea who you were or what were your intentions.

But you didn’t seem bothered by his silence. You just let out a little chuckle.

“You seem more active today” you smiled, “Usually you can only stay awake for a few seconds. Are you hungry?”

Loki wanted to be proud and say nothing, but his body’s needs were stronger, and a rather loud growl of his stomach gave it away how hungry he was, making his cheeks flare up in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I would be hungry too if I hadn’t eaten anything in 5 years” you spoke compassionately, but with a hint of humor.

5 years?!?

“How long have I been here?” he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse beyond recognition, and it hurt to speak.

“Oh, you poor thing, you must be thirsty” you said as you reached his food tray and grabbed a cup of water with a straw and placed it just before his lips. “About your question, a few weeks, a Stark satellite detected a faint life signal and Thor went to find you.”

You spoke in such a humane manner that Loki couldn’t help but lower his guard a bit, and he opened his mouth as you helped him drink.

The water was cold and fresh, it felt so relieving that he couldn’t hold back a sigh when he finished drinking, that only happened when the cup was empty.

You let out a soft giggle at the sight of him. It was then that he recognized you, sort of.

He vaguely remembered your laugh, it was faint, but if he pushed himself to think about it, it was there. He never saw your face, but the sound was familiar, so he concluded it must have been previous visits while he was still unconscious.

It was a pretty sound… innocent, pure.

“You mentioned my brother…” Loki asked. “Is he…?”

As he made his question, you set a table before him and the tray on top of it. It was a huge bowl of soup, and one of mashed potatoes. His stomach growled once again.

“Thor has been visiting you every day practically without exception” you told him. “He talks to you, keeps you updated about his life. Last week he came with Doctor Foster, it seems they started seeing each other again. But we’ve notified him you’re finally awake.”

You sat beside him on the edge of the bed and grabbed the spoon on the tray and started feeding him the soup. It was so warm, and the flavor was rich, that his eyes started watering. What cruel trick was all this kindness? When would this all go South?

His forming tears didn’t go unnoticed, and you cupped his face, your soft fingers caressing his cheeks to clean his tears.

“You don’t have a fever, does it hurt anywhere?” you asked.

“No… I feel per—” he choked on his words, “I feel perfectly fine… all things considered.”

“I’ll monitor your reflex later, but first focus on eating” you said gently. “You need to regain your strength.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, he was so hungry that if he had had more strength, he would just hold the bowl and chug it all down. By the time he was onto the mashed potatoes he was a lot stronger, the second meal was just as tasty, seasoned just right to make him want to keep eating until his stomach popped.

He even let out a soft little breathy burp, which made you giggle again.

“Don’t eat so fast!” you scolded him with a happy tone.

He found it in himself to laugh softly along with you.

“5 years without food, I remind you” he joked back. “I’ll eat as fast as I can.”

“You were blipped 5 years... you didn’t age a day.”

“Blipped?”

You spent the next few minutes filling him in what had happened. Thanos won, and half of the universal population vanished, for them it was only a few minutes at most… while the rest of the universe aged 5 years. Five years, where everyone thought he was dead, where he was dead.

Now, Loki wanted to cry. The amount of relief that washed over him made him rest back.

“Finally… I’m free…” he sighed. “It’s over… he’s gone…”

He tried covering his eyes when he noticed the sting coming from his left arm, he noticed a cast neatly wrapped around it.

“Your neck injury was the most concerning, but your arm and ankle were badly wounded as well” you explained, and he noticed another cast covering his foot from arch to his ankle. “Although your foot is mostly healed by now.”

He put some attention to his bandaged foot and wiggled his toes, which thank the gods responded perfectly.

“It’s a bit itchy” Loki pointed out.

“I’m pretty sure that’s normal” you chuckled and grabbed a pencil from your pocket, and sneaked it in his cast, and scratched his sole. “Here.”

But the touch, while it somewhat alleviated the itch, it had an unexpected tickly feeling that caused Loki to yelp and jerked his foot back.

“Hehe-hey!” he giggled.

“I’m sorry” you apologized with a soft chuckle.

“You’re lucky I’m too weakened to put a dagger to your throat” Loki spoke, but he noticed he couldn’t get rid of the amusement in his voice.

“Perhaps I should take the chance to really make you laugh then.” You smiled, twirling the pencil on your fingers. “Given you can’t do anything to stop me.”

“Don’t even think about it!” Loki blurted out, “If you even dare to… to…”

He felt his cheeks flush. It had been so long since he had been tickled, it felt silly, plus he was quite vulnerable right now.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to upset you” you assured him, “…yet.”

You let out another soft laugh at the indignation in his face.

“Do you not know the consequences of crossing me?” Loki asked, “Are you that ignorant of the capabilities of the God of Mischief? I have terrorized this realm, Midgard bows before my power! I could finish you with a single hand.”

“What would you get out of it?” you asked bluntly. “You live here now; you would only lose.”

He looked at you and opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. Not only was he too weak right now to even keep that threat, but truly besides that little tickle you had been nothing to but kind to him, and even that had been with the intention to help him.

“Do you truly not fear me?” Loki asked after another moment of silence.

“Should I?” you asked with a happy smile.

Perhaps he found that little grin of yours to be too charming, it could be the fact that you had his food and water at your mercy, or it could be the fact that you were a purely friendly presence, which he hadn’t had in… he couldn’t remember for how long. But he truly didn’t want you to be scared of him.

“I suppose not” he finally said.

“Predictable.”

Loki let out a laugh.

“You’re a funny little one” Loki smiled.

Just then a loud noise came in as if something huge was stomping their way through the hall. Which proved to be not far off because soon a large blond figure tumbled onto the door frame.

“Brother…” both Asgardians said in unison.

The older brother’s eyes filled with tears as he rushed to the bed, and with the last self-control he possessed, Thor didn’t tackle the raven haired into a bear hug. Just… collapsed on his knees by the side of his bed.

“You’re awake…” the God of Thunder burst into messy sobs. “…Alive.”

In other times, Loki would’ve found Thor’s reaction ridiculous, mockable, or annoying… but after all they had been through and seeing the streak of his own hair tangled in one of Thor’s braids… he let out a soft sob as he gently reached to place his hand on Thor’s head.

“Ahem!” you cleared your throat to make yourself present. “As long as you’re careful with his neck, you two can hug.”

You smiled and left the room to give them space. Both brothers let out a laugh and Thor cradled his little brother in his arms, supporting his head as if he was a baby as his other hand was squeezing Loki.

“I told you the sun would shine on us again” Loki spoke softly.

“You idiotic, insincere, irresponsible, impulsive, inconsiderate fool!” Thor scolded him, sounding more relieved than anything.

“Oh, good, you ran out of insults that started with an I” Loki laughed.

“I beg you, brother. Never give me a scare like that again” Thor begged.

“In my defense, I didn’t fake it this time” he whispered.

There was an awkward silence as none of the princes knew what to say to each other, there was so much to say, but… where to start?

“I… heard you started seeing Doctor Foster again.”

That made Thor smile as started telling Loki what he had done with his life, how Asgard was doing, which was what finally broke Loki, hearing Asgard managed to live on was that finally burst into tears as he hugged his brother again.

The two brothers talked for hours, and for the first time in years, if not ever, Loki felt the conversation with his brother be purely lighthearted. He was so lost in the chat that it took him hours to notice…

“You’ve gained weight” Loki pointed out.

“Quiet, you imp…” Thor snorted. “It’s been tough these last 5 years.”

“I… did not mean to be judgmental” Loki assured him. “It just… I’ve been out for so long…”

“Well, don’t get used to this, I’m already exercising again, and I’m renouncing to beer… aside from social events” Thor said happily.

“Oh? I didn’t know you drank” Loki tilted his head. “But… good for you.”

Thor’s face darkened, making Loki immediately regret his comment.

“It was… Very rough five years…” Thor said again. “I suppose time wasn’t kind on me.”

Loki felt a pang of guilt settle on his chest, after Ragnarök he truly had no intention to pull another stunt like that. For once, he had every intention to stick by Thor’s side.

But at the time the Sanctuary II intercepted their ship, all Loki could think was protecting Thor. Because he knew that if anything happened to his brother, no one else would’ve had a fighting chance against the Mad Titan. But he had been reckless.

“I— I’m sorry brother…” Loki apologized, and Thor smiled at him. “How’s Asgard?”

“It’s been difficult as you may imagine… but, you know… us Asgardians are stubborn, we’ve managed.” Thor smile. “Little Asgard is thriving!”

“Oh, I’m painfully aware, you’re all a nightmare” Loki joked, making Thor laugh again.

Despite his sarcasm, something in the way Thor said us Asgardians made Loki smile, by now Thor knew very well his true nature, and yet he still treated him as one of his own, like his brother, maybe not bound by blood, but by something stronger.

The conversation kept going until Loki’s stomach growled in hunger, but by then the sun had set a while ago. And it didn’t take long after when you had stepped in the room with a tray of food and Thor excused himself for the night.

The meals were simple and soft for a good while, porridge, broths and soups, sauce-less pastas, yogurts, Jello, but having a pretty mortal such as yourself literally feeding him and tending to his every whim made his recovery quite pleasant. Especially when he started eating solid foods again and the meals were a lot tastier.

“You’re healing quite fast,” you told him as you checked monitored his ribs for any soreness. “I’ve heard injuries usually take maybe 3 or 4 times longer to heal. …In the best of circumstances, but Stephen said your bones are practically all healed now.”

“If someone can pull out a miracle like that, a god should be the right place to go” he joked as he kept holding his shirt up so you could.

“That’s fair, also having the best doctors and technology at our disposal helps, doesn’t it?” you quipped.

“Do not underestimate my divinity, mortal” he said dramatically.

“Oh, yes, forgive me, your godly-ness…” you bowed just as dramatically.

“You’ve been gaining weight” you said as you prodded your stomach.

He let out a yelp.

“Rude” he said cheekily.

“No, I mean, you were practically nothing but skin and bones when we found you” you assured him, “I mean you seem healthier now. You must be in your healthy weight again by now.”

“Do not flatter me” Loki smirked.

“Flatter you?” you gasped out a laugh. “Nonsense, it’s been my care the reason you no longer look like a malnourished cat!”

He did not expect you to start prodding and squeezing his belly, instantly causing him to burst out laughing. Curse his gut for being this vulnerable to your playful fingers.

“Nohohohoho! Don’t!” he whined between cackles. “Stohohohop!”

“Oh my god!” you laughed and gave him a small breather “I didn’t even have to do anything… But if you insist…”

“W-What…? Insist…?”

“I won’t stop…”

“W-What? N-No! PLEHEHEHEASE! NO! STOP!” Loki begged despite his pride, but the way you kept squeezing his belly, giving his skin soft pinches made him wheeze out shaky laughter was too much. “NOT MY— NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

You started focusing on the patch of skin around his belly button, which surprisingly enough was even more ticklish than his navel itself. He started digging his heels onto the mattress as he arched and squirmed on the bed.

“Okay, okay!” you squeaked out as you grabbed his ankle, forgetting your playful attack, to settle him back on bed. “Easy there… you’ll hurt your foot again.”

He was more focused on catching breath, but he still felt you helping him stretch and move his ankle to check if he hadn’t hurt himself in the middle of his squirming.

“You’re… huff… huff… the worst nurse…” he groaned.

“Ask for another nurse who can deal with you” you chuckled as you gently tickled his sole making him let out a giggle.

You weren’t exactly part of the medical team, but after everything that had happened, the Avengers were understaffed, and every task that Tony’s technology couldn’t fill in were done by the Avengers themselves, his brother and Maximoff twins helped with cleaning, Bruce and Clint cooked, Tony handled the finances (in more than just been the Compound’s sponsor), and so and so.

You were a lab assistant, although, not in the medical field. Yet, given your friendly nature and bond with the God of Thunder, Thor himself had entrusted you to look after his most precious thing, his little brother. But under normal circumstances, you’d be working with chemicals or mechanics by the side of your mentors and the Spiderling.

Although now, you had been tasked solely to look after Loki, given no one else was capacitated to deal with him and you seemed to understand each other, and Loki even had friendly interactions with you. Or well, friendly for Loki.

“Get up!” you whined pulling him by his healthy arm.

“I don’t want to” Loki protested.

“Why not?” you huffed defeatedly as you let go of him.

“I don’t exactly feel excited to be sat on a cold table to be prodded and squeezed and all to get stabbed.”

“Injections aren’t the same as getting stabbed, you big baby” you laughed, as you poked his sides, causing Loki to jump and swat your hand away.

“It’s a sharp metal piercing my skin, isn’t it?” he defended himself as he crossed his arm across his chest. “Call me a baby if you please, but it doesn’t excite me being pierced by your tiny blades.”

“L-Loki… are you afraid of needles?” you asked with an amused smile, he could tell by your tone that you were holding back laughter.

“I am not!” he scoffed.

“Oh! You are!” you smiled immensely.

“Is this funny to you?”

“N-No… Don’t worry, it’s cute. I used to fear needles too, you know, when I was five.” You grinned.

Loki’s ears perked up.

“That was a lie” he smiled cockily.

“What?”

“That’s a lie” he repeated himself. “You either still fear them or just recently stopped doing so.”

“Wha— that’s…” your cheeks turning pink were the last tell.

“God of Lies, don’t bother denying it. I can tell when some lies to me” he grinned triumphantly. “Don’t worry, it’s cute.”

You huffed as you smacked the back of his hand.

“And here I was going to tell you my trick to control my nerves” you huffed.

“Which is…?” Loki asked, partly to tease you, but deep down actually wanting to know.

You shuffled through your bag and pull-out headphones and handed them to him. Loki forced himself to ignore the way your hand brushed against his when you handed them to him.

“Just close your eyes and listen to some music” you smiled, “it helps with a lot of things. But if you need to you can hold my hand and squeeze it if you get scared.”

He smiled at you. “Thank you.”

“Tell you what, if you’re brave, I’ll make sure you have your favorite ice cream for dessert today. How does that sound?” you offered.

“I’m not a child you can’t bribe like that” Loki rolled his eyes, “… Two bowls.”

You nodded and helped him get up and walk to get his check up and vaccine. Given how long he had been in bed, he was still doing some rehab and needed help to walk longer distances.

And he did take your word and held your hand all the time, although he did notice it was you who squeezed his hand when the needle came out. He had even forgotten to put on the headphones by the time the needle was out. And you did keep your word of spoiling him with his favorite ice cream.

“The second bowl is gonna melt, so you might as well eat it with me…” he mumbled between bites.

In a few months Loki was practically fully recovered and soon he was starting his rehab trainings. And of course, he had already picked a sparring partner.

“Do not go easy on me” Loki stated the first time.

“Oh, you like it rough then?” you grinned as you two circled around each other on the sparring mat. “Duly noted.”

He was not one new to flirtatious exchanges. He had been alive for over a millennium, and he had had plenty lovers before. But for some reason your banter made him flustered and tied his tongue into a knot.

“If I wanted it rough, I’d pick literally anyone else, agent” Loki excused himself. “You couldn’t take me if you tried.”

“Couldn’t I?” you grinned, noticing his cheeks flare up.

Damn you, you tenacious and annoyingly perceptive little thing.

“In a fight, you pest” Loki huffed.

“Ah, bummer” you smiled cheekily.

And while it was true that your human strength wasn’t a match for his regular god-like standards, you actually provided an interesting challenge. Besides, he was still recovering so using his full strength wasn’t an option anyway. You were fast, and you jumped around him like a rabbit and landed the softest blows as he spun around you trying to follow or even read your patterns.

“What’s wrong, is the mighty God of Mischief unable to catch up?” you smiled as you poked his ribs lightly before sneaking away.

You didn’t expect Loki to yelp.

“D-Don’t!”

Your face was puzzled for just a second, but as soon as it had happened, you had put two and two together and grinned in an almost cartoonish way.

“I think this training just became more fun” you smile as you poked him again.

“Do not even think about it!” he huffed, as a nervous smile twitched its way into his lips.

“What happened to not go easy on you? I’m just obeying.” you grinned and started chasing him after.

The way you wiggled your fingers with a mischievous in his direction awoke something primally playful. And as a bright smile appeared on his face, he started running away from you.

“You will never catch me!” he called as he ran.

You laughed and ran after him.

He would never admit it out loud, but the way he felt in that moment was rejuvenating, he hadn’t done something so silly and non-transcendent purely for the sake that it was fun. But you were ditching training to chase him around under the threat of tickling him if you caught him. All for the sake of playing with him like a kid despite both of you being young adults. And even more surprising is that Loki found himself eager to play along, even if the idea of getting tickled made him nervous.

Which… eventually did happen, curse his weakened stamina and aching ankle. That day he also learned to fear when you threatened him with tickles, you were devastating when you wanted to be.

“Nohohoho!” he laughed as your fingers dug onto his stomach. “This is ehehehe cruel!”

By the time you had caught up with him you had already reached the living room and he had tumbled onto the couch.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so ticklish!” you giggle, your finger swirling around his navel.

“Ehehehehe! Get away from there!” he laughed. “Oh Norns! Stop it!”

“C’mon, Loki, you’re a big guy, you can take it!” you giggled and kneaded his belly sides with your fingers with terrifying skill.

But you were kind enough to give him a break.

“Gods abohohohohove, I’m begging you, dove!” he whined. “Don’t torturehehehehe me like this!”

But it somehow served to strengthen your bond. Loki already had a good concept of you, you were a kind and generous person. You were one of the few people he could’ve called a friend. But seeing you weren’t completely disciplined and were willing to break schedule to have mindless fun was relieving. He feared that living in a S.H.I.E.L.D. building would mean they expected him to become a soldier.

So, he started looking for you out of the designated times you had together. He had come to really like to come and annoy you when you were working, playing with your pencils, hiding your stuff, and of course tickling you to distract you when he was craving your attention… which happened pretty often.

“Lohohohoki!” you whined. “I’m wohohorking!”

“I’m not saying you should stop” he grinned as he skittered his fingers along your ribs and sides, just gently scratching over your thin shirt. “Take this as a test of your focus.”

“Nohohohoho, Loki!” you wheezed. “Ihihihit’s so bahahahad! Stohohohop ihihit!”

“Mm~ I’m not sure” he purred in your ear, knowing damn well how much it made you curl up in a ball. “I kinda like hearing the noises you make, they’re… what’s the word? Cute~”

You screeched as you hid your face with your hands, muffling your laughter. Norns, you were so precious. He may have been teasing you when he said you were cute, but he meant it.

You were a lovely company, helping him heal by doing his routines and rehabilitation regimes, while he reviewed the files regarding New Asgard. You massaged his healing ankle while Loki read the documents that were handed to him.

“This is absolutely atrocious!” Loki scoffed smacking the files. “What is this, Infinity Conez? Who approved this? Look at this! Thanos getting the Infinity Stones is a universal tragedy, but to my people more than anyone!”

“Well, that’s why Thor created the New Asgard Council” you reminded him. “He gets help ruling Asgard, and Asgard gets a group of capable people leading them. You have voice and vote.”

“They will hear about this” Loki said firmly. “I will not allow my people to see that when they go to the market! That’s just disrespectful and heartless!”

“I agree with that” you nodded. “I’d be hurt to see something that traumatic turned into an attraction, there must be a better way to make an ice cream store. What about B-Ice Frost?”

“B-Ice Frost?” Loki asked.

“Yeah! A rainbow bridge themed ice cream store that actually gives a nod to your culture” you suggested. “The logo could an ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles.”

“Hmm, I’ll notify that suggestion,” Loki nodded as he wrote it down. “Thank you.”

Months into knowing each other and spending a ridiculous amount of time together, and Loki started noticing how being around you boosted his mood, he couldn’t stop thinking about certain details about you, like the way you played with your hands when you were nervous, or how you scrunched up your nose slightly when you smiled at him, how your eyes sparkled when you were assigned a new project you had been excited for, the butterflies in his belly when you placed your hands on him even to greet him or help him stretch before training. And…

Oh Gods… he was falling in love with you.

For a while he didn’t know what to do with himself. He tried carrying himself normally. But it was overwhelming the way he felt about you, it took one look in your direction, and he felt his heart racing. Trying to avoid you didn’t work either, because his entire being craved being around you, so that didn’t last too long. So, at some point, he stopped fighting it. He knew there was no way a being as good as you would even look in his direction, he was a monster, who had done unforgivable things to your planet.

Surely, your kindness had a limit. Surely, once he was fully healed, you’d forget about him. In fact, Loki feared the day he’d be considered fully recovered and you’d abandon him.

“C’mon, lazybones. We’re late for training” you grinned as you pulled him from the couch.

“I do not feel like training today” Loki yawned as he stretched out his arms to you as an invitation to hug him. “Why don’t we watch a movie? You can choose.”

The way your resolve faltered was beyond endearing. Even if you two weren’t anything, it was common knowledge you were what they called a cuddle bug.

“Loki… it’s important you do your rehab exercises” you said softly.

“I am not in the mood for training” Loki repeated.

“Oh, is that how it is?” you said in a playful yet menacing tone. “I’ll have to persuade you then.”

“What? N-No! D-dohohon’t!” Loki burst out laughing when he felt your fingers over his belly. “Nohohoho! Not thehehehehere!”

“Get up!” you teased him as your fingers pinched the sides of his stomach.

“I don’t wahahahant to!” Loki laughed as he kicked the cushions with his heels. “I’m comfortable hehehehere!”

“It’s important you do your exercises, it’s part of your rehab!” you insisted. “C’mon, doctor’s orders.”

“I dohohohon’t follow a mortal’s— ahaha orders!” he wheezed when you found that damned spot below his navel.

“Then I’m not stopping, you’ll spend the evening as a giggly wiggly worm.”

He had to give you something, you knew exactly how to make him squirm. His hips were bucking trying to stop you and his hands were pushing your wrist, but he wasn’t used to dealing with a normal human’s strength, so he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

“Pleahahahase! Cut it— OW!”

Immediately you jolted and stop everything you were doing, cupping your hands over your mouth and looking at him horrified.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” you asked.

“Yes, I’m quite alright. My back aches… that is all.” He assured you as he sat back up.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful, you’re still recovering.”

“Oh no, the back pain has been with me for quite a few years already” he said, wanting to ease your conscious.

“What…?”

“Well, yes. The Black Order aren’t exactly kind when they force you into their lines.” Loki said simply. “The pain comes back every so often.”

“I’m sorry…” you look at him. “Can I help?”

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing you could d—”

You surprised him by sitting behind him and started rubbing his shoulders, softly at first, feeling him.

“No wonder you are sore, you’re stiff like a board” you said feeling around his spine, soon starting to add more pressure.

He let out a few groans, it hurt a bit at first as you undid the knots of stress of his shoulders. He sighed as he soon felt himself slipping away.

“C’mere” you spoke with utmost softness, as you helped Loki rest on his stomach just to keep massaging his back. “Hehe, you take up most of the couch, I kinda forget how tall you are sometimes.”

“Sorry…” he yawned no even filtering his thoughts.

“It’s okay” you said amusedly, “it’s not a bad thing.”

Your hands rubbed his back with gentle and caring touch. You were so kind and meticulous. Your skill might be up for debate, you were good, but someone much pickier could argue there were professional masseuse that were much better. Perhaps that was true, but no one else had touched him so lovingly, so selflessly. You took your time, and he even noticed every so often you stopped to stretch your fingers that grew tired, but you didn’t complain, you didn’t stop.

He didn’t know when or for how long, but when he woke up you were still massaging your back.

“You snore when you sleep” you spoke in the softest voice, he didn’t want to get his hopes up, but you seemed endeared. “Had a nice nap?”

“Probably the best nap I’ve had since I was maybe 150 years old.” He said, letting out a chuckle at your confusion. “I was still a toddler by then.”

“I’m glad… you really seemed like you needed it” you said softly. “Do you feel better?”

He let out a yawn and stretch, rolling over on his back to look at you.

“Much better, thank you” he smiled politely.

“No problem…” you said with a shyness that was unfamiliar for him, he even got to see the pleasure to see a lovely blush adorning your cheeks. “Um… w-well… I’ll go to… you know…”

“Ah, of course…” he muttered as he saw you run off.

He was a little bit disappointed, but he tried not to think too much about your attitude for the sake of his sanity. Of course, he failed. It was the only thing he could think about

It made him build up the courage to go out for town and buy a bouquet. He thought about red roses, but he saw a bouquet of violets and purple sweet peas and white roses, he just knew that was the one.

He even used his phone for a change to ask you to meet him in the compounds garden, he hated using his cellphone. He had asked Banner to let him use his therapy flower greenhouse. He calculated the hour for the prettiest sky colors to ensure a romantic setting for his love declarations.

Minutes earlier his heart was thumping so loud it was drumming in his ears. He felt his mouth dry, and he was sweaty.

“Loki?” he finally heard your voice as you walked in.

“Over here!” he called as he set his bouquet, behind him, barely hiding it behind himself. “H-Hi… Thanks for coming.”

“No problem” you smiled. “I didn’t know you wanted to try Bruce’s gardening therapy. That’s really good.”

“N-No… I— Uh… I just wanted to… have some privacy.”

“Oh?” you asked as you sat behind him.

“I just… wanted to uh, give you this… as a thank you” Loki said, handing you the bouquet. “You’ve been exceedingly kind to me for months, helping me heal, keeping me in check, and that massage the other day… it really helped me feel better.”

“It’s been my pleasure. You’ve been a lovely patient” you said sweetly as you smelled the flowers.

“T-That’s not the only reason why I wanted to… see you here…” Loki barely spoke out, his mouth felt dry, and he felt lightheaded. “You’ve been a delightful company and a wonderful friend… I can’t say that about a lot of people, and probably even less can say the same thing about myself…”

“That’s not true.” You cut him off. “You’re funny, well-mannered, smart, educated, charmingly stubborn, and a stimulating company. There’s not a boring moment with you around.”

Loki’s cheeks flushed at your sweet words, you weren’t even trying to, but his heart fluttered.

“T-That’s why I mean, you are… a— uh… this is ah— not easy to say… but you… um… I appreciate you.”

“I like you too, you’re a lovely friend” you said sweetly.

“N-No… I am not trying to be friendly” Loki said in a quick gasp of courage. “I-I would like to f-formally court you.”

“Court me…?”

“I think here on Midgard it’s addressed as dating…” Loki said, bracing himself for rejection.

“I’d love to.”

“What…?” Loki asked.

“I’d love to go out with you” you said, gently kissing his cheek.

Loki grinned happily.

“Tomorrow at 8?” Loki offered, “I— we could go to a nice restaurant, I’ll take you there. I could ask for a chauffeur to take us… we— we could…”

You surprised him with a little poke on the ribs, that cut him off with the urge to giggle.

“8 is perfect, I’ll drive us to wherever you like” you smiled, “Just pick a restaurant. But, how about tonight I take you for a nice dinner inside and a movie on the lounge room?”

“I’d like that, very much” Loki smiled softly as he pressed his forehead against yours.

He saw you intertwine your fingers with his own, causing him to smile. You lovely thing. It was a lovely sensation. As you pulled him up to his feet, so he’d follow you inside. Which he did with a bright smile.

What a lovely life he had found on Earth.

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blipped - mcu crossover au (pt. 3)

what if? the event of Thanos snap happened in the BNHA universe? you're forced to navigate the aftermath of The Blip, where half of the population get thrown back into existence after disappearing for five years. pairing: pro-hero!Shouto x f!pro-hero!reader (ft. slight katsuki x reader) read on AO3 previous part - next part

*cw: grief, loss, survivor's guilt

Despite the reappearance of billions of people, the resurgence still turned out to be a mass casualty event. Cases of missing persons are still in the millions as communication and transportation break down, while cases of confirmed death keep ticking up by the second. It couldn’t be avoided that some people got blipped back into extremely dangerous conditions, whether it’s a highway, on a flight above a remote region, in the middle of a demolition, or in extreme weathers.

The domino effect only took things further. The newscaster was reporting about a case where a person blipped back into a bus driver seat which made the driver swerve into a crowd of people when Rei decided it was enough and turned the TV off. She’s herded you to the kitchen for lunch and let the calming music from the record player fill the room instead, and you’re thankful for it.

It’s Fuyumi’s day off but she’s headed for the school anyway. “They’d need as much help as possible”, she said, citing some of the teachers not being able to make it today. The trains haven’t been able to keep up with the sudden surge in demand and are heavily backed up. On top of that, a few lines haven’t been back to operation due to several incidents that had happened on some of the tracks. Roads are either closed or witnessing traffic stand-stills as more and more people opt to abandon their cars.

Shouto insisted you stay home with Rei while he went back to the agency, mostly to get up to date about everything and sign you both in as the Commission will be expediting the license renewal for whoever reported back. He promised to reach out through Rei if they needed more boots on the ground, since you don’t have your phone anymore, but it’s been a good few hours already and you haven’t heard anything from him. The initial relief of not having to go back has faded as the news plays over and over in your head, and now you’re just plain antsy.

Surely they’d want more people out there?

The doorbell rings, nearly sending your dissociating ass flying off the chair.

“Would you mind getting the gate, sweetheart? The oven’s going off any minute now.”

“Sure thing Auntie!”

As you make your way past the pond towards the front gate, you swear you could hear some faint bickering from the other side, as if there’s a whisper shouting match going on, though it promptly stops once you’ve started fiddling with the latch. Cautiously pulling the gate open, you’re greeted with Hawks’ signature grin, and Touya, who immediately narrows his eyes at you.

“What the fuck are you doing here.” He demands, arms crossed. Hawks whips his head towards the silver haired hero, stunned by his malicious tone.

“Touya.” You greet, face unreadable.

“Are you here to steal from my fucking stash again?”

“I’m here to steal your mom, actually.” You blink.

And then begins the staring contest between you and Touya, daggers obviously included. To your left, Hawks’ eyes keep darting back and forth between you two, deciding if he should step in.

The silence is palpable.

Before the winged hero can open his mouth to say anything though, Touya fucking cackles.

“Alright, bring it in, you little shit.” He yanks you into a hug so tight that if you weren’t so used to it, you might think he’s intended to kill. “How’s it been?”

“Terrible.” You pat his back and turn to give Hawks a small wave. The dynamic display between you and Touya seems to have profoundly confused the blond as he awkwardly waves back. “I’ll tell you later, Auntie probably wants to see you.”

“Auntie? You two related?” Hawks finally pipes up.

“Hell no.” You and Touya speak at the same time.

“I’m just his mom’s favorite.” You add, dodging a swat in the head from the blue flame user. “Come on, she’s making lunch.”

“What is it?” Touya questions as he enters the front yard.

“Mackerel.”

“Ew.”

* * * * *

“I’ve known Shouto since we were kids so I’m here a lot, and they just kinda adopted me.” You quietly explain to Hawks, to which he replies with an elongated ‘ohhhh ’. You two have been standing off to the side of the dining room, trying to give Rei and Touya space for their reunion. “How do you know Touya?”

“Oh! Uh, we’re roommates.”

It takes all your self control not to visibly lift one eyebrow at his ever so slightly raised pitch. However, the blond seems to have picked up on your pause and quickly adds, “And we work together.”

“There's actually someone who can put up with him. I’m shocked.” You respond in a joking manner, punctuated with a laugh to imply that there’s no malice.

Despite his brief villain phase and your unnecessarily hostile banter, Touya remains a solid big brother to you. He plays the role of the eldest sibling incredibly well, whether it’s yelling at you for hogging the Xbox, or tossing you and Shouto into the koi pond for pranking him, or getting community service for ganging up on your bully, leaving said bully with a black eye, some fractured ribs and an eternal fear of mentioning your name.

“Yeah right?” Hawks chuckles, then clears his throat. “So, what’s this ‘stash’ he spoke of huh?”

Ah, a diversion from the roommate topic. Well played, Hawks.

“Hard drugs, the hardest of them all.” You whisper, eyes darting all around. Cupping your hand over your mouth, you lean closer to him. “They’re called Takis.”

He lets out a loud chortle. “Of course it’s those. He’s so territorial about them.” Gruffing up his voice, he starts aggressively tapping his foot in an attempt to mimic Touya. “You can only get those from the American import store!”

“Not like he’s ever around to eat them anyway!” You throw your arms up. “I can’t let them just sit there and expire.” You emphasize the word ‘expire’ and look Touya in the eye as the stingy Takis hoarder makes his way over.

“If you fuckers have time to bond over stealing my shit, make yourselves useful and set up the damn table.”

* * * * *

Meals at the Todorokis are never fussy when it’s just family, so judging by the mismatched plates and the leftover oyakodon hastily reheated in its storing container for Mr. I-hate-fish, you venture to guess that Hawks also has a regular presence in this household.

“The supply chain is bound to break down very soon.” The blond says between mouthfuls of food. “Housing will also go into crisis, so we’re preparing for civil unrest.”

“You should bring Dad home, Ma.” Touya’s voice is quiet. “We can hire a nurse that comes by everyday. Hell, we can even send a nurse from our agency.” He tilts his head towards Hawks who nods enthusiastically. “Don’t want you out there by yourself, it’s going to be a crazy time.”

Rei reaches for her empty bowl and gets up to make tea, saying she needs a minute to think about her son’s suggestion, leaving you three to finish the meal.

You’re feeling antsy all over again at the mention of the world’s current situation. Resting the chopsticks over your bowl, you ask the two heroes sitting across the table.

“Speaking of out there, how are things right now?”

“Oddly quiet.” Hawks is the first to reply. “We’re on quick rotation today to give everyone at least a couple of hours to see their loved ones, but there hasn’t been much going on.”

“Won’t be for long though.” Touya chimes in. “Wait, shouldn’t you be at your agency? The Commission’s taking head counts over there last I heard.”

“Uhhhh– Sho’s reporting for me. I kinda don’t wanna be there right now.” You stare at the plate in front of you. Hmm, fish bones, so very interesting.

Bright blue eyes narrow at you. “Why?”

“Cause my ‘boyfriend’ who runs the agency is now engaged to his sidekick.” You grimace, not really wanting to bring this up in front of Hawks. Despite how friendly he seems to be, you both are mere acquaintances. Still, knowing Touya, he would pry it out of you sooner or later.

“That pomeranian is fucking dead.” Didn’t even take a second for Touya to know exactly who you were talking about. “I’m calling Toga.”

“Woah! Please don’t.” You panic. “It was a nightmare getting the Commission off her back last time. You’re not gonna tempt her with another ‘good slashing’. I just– fuck this is fucked up.” You whisper the last part to yourself. Burying your face in your hands, you sigh. “I just need time, I guess. To get my shit together enough to face him.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” An unexpected voice cuts in.

Your hands drop from your face as you peer at Hawks. He has his usual smile plastered on his face, though with a hint of somberness.

“Come work for us.” He continues, bits and pieces of his signature cheerfulness creep back in as his chin comes to rest on his palm. “We could always use more heroes that can work the air, and from what I saw yesterday you seem pretty good at it.”

“Wait– are you serious?” You gape.

“I mean, up until you were almost splattered against the Samsung rooftop of course, but yes.” His crimson wings flutter in mischief.

“Not that– and I was perfectly capable of keeping those citizens alive thank you very much. But, um.” You drop your hands to your lap to keep from visibly fidgeting. “I mean–”

“You think on it.” The mischief is gone from his voice. “Just putting my offer on the table.”

“Our offer.” Touya leans forward. After a beat, a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. “We can take both you and Shouto.”

“Huh? Shouto? What does he have to do with this?”

“You’re crazy if you think the brat won’t follow you over like a fucking lost duckling.”

“Um, he won’t.”

“Wanna bet? Ya got 5000 yens to lose?”

You frown at Touya like he’s lost his mind. Sure, you and Shouto are as attached at the hip as can be, but the agency is where most of his friends are. Friends of five (ten?) long years who have gone to war and back with each other. Although they’re your friends too, your friendship only started after high school. There are inside jokes you still don’t get.

God, and you just lost out on five more years of bonds. Maybe starting over somewhere else doesn’t sound so scary anymore.

‘You don’t have to do it alone.’

What Shouto said last night flits by like a breeze, calming, yet intangible at the same time. You don’t know if it means he would pick up his life to follow you, or if it’s simply a good luck hug before you two part ways once more, like the day you left for Ketsubutsu.

The thought of not having to start over by your lonesome though, does sound… kinda nice.

“Oh, hey guys.”

Speaking of the devil .

Shouto walks into the dining room and sets a cardboard box on one of the chairs. A chorus of ‘hi’, ‘hey’ and ‘sup’ greets him back as he starts rummaging through it.

“They hung onto stuff from our lockers so I grabbed a few things. Here’s your phone.” Shouto hands you the device. “There are some spare chargers in your room I’m pretty sure.”

The Dynamight grenade charm dangles from your worn leather phone case, taunting.

“Thanks.” You mumble. “I should probably call my cousin.”

Catching a glimpse of you removing the charm under the table before getting up to gather the empty bowls and plates, Shouto clears his throat.

“Yeah. I’ll put our hero costumes in the wash while you do that.”

“So domestic.” You tease on your way out. “I’ll be right back.”

You are way out of earshot when Touya finally snickers.

“Are you fucking blushing, Sho?”

* * * * *

You can’t take your eyes off the 99+ badge that popped up on your message app icon once you’ve managed to get your phone to turn on.

You had fought hard not to open the can of worms it might contain, but fate had other plans when your cousin didn’t pick up. Feeling obligated to text her cause the poor anxious woman would freak out over a missed call with no explanation, you tap onto the app and hold your breath as the chat logs load in.

Katsuki’s name pops up at the top.

They all say curiosity kills the cat. You will not be a cat today. You will not be a cat today. You will not be a cat today. You–

You are nothing but a cat.

And you greedily open the chat and scroll all the way to the top of the new messages like a damn ravenous feral.

There must be hundreds and hundreds of gray chat bubbles sitting on the left side of the screen, all staring at you, calling you a masochist. You read on.

Katsuki:

where the fuck are you

answer the damn phone

if you’re not there when i get back I SWEAR TO GOD

baby?

please fucking answer im freaking the fuck out

a bunch of pilots went missing so i might be stuck here for a while

just hang on for me okay?

please?

Katsuki:

i dont know why im texting when your phone’s right next to me

dont know who to talk to

everyone’s grieving

the agency is so empty

why you gotta leave us huh

asshole

why you?

why not me?

Katsuki:

knocked the planter over while breaking into your place

sorry

i know you love that one

loved

the bed still smells like you

come home to me

Katsuki:

why are you not back yet

been a month already

sick fucking joke you moron

hope you stub your fucking toe

miss your fucking face

miss you

miss you so much angel

Katsuki:

happy anniversary baby

got you your favorite umeshu

you remember the shopkeeper?

the one with the wife who runs the bakery next door

his whole family is still here

how fucking lucky is that

anyway

i fucked up

made a scene when your landlord was showing your apartment to some extras

i mightve punched him

IN MY DEFENSE

the prick didnt have a fucking reason to show it to anyone

ive been paying your rent for fucks sake

now he demands i clear everything out within the week

im so sorry baby

Katsuki:

saw this and thought of you

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you always liked those damn long nosed dogs

shitty hair and them dragged me out for a damn picnic

food sucks

wish you were here

Katsuki:

i hate you

i hate you so much for leaving me

i fucking hate that everything reminds me of you

cant even have a fucking meal without thinking about you

how do i even deserve to eat

to fucking live

to do all these mundane things like going on a fucking picnic

when you cant

fuck–

[New messages from: Katsuki]

[Message preview: i know you got your phone back and you’re…]

You curse, wiping at the tears that have started pooling at the corners of your eyes. Of course he’s seen all of his messages had been marked as read. With a sigh, you scroll all the way down to the bottom of the chat.

Katsuki:

i know you got your phone back and you’re reading this

i still got your stuff

they’re in storage at the agency

come by tomorrow

i need to talk to you

#todoroki shouto #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shouto x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #hawks #keigo takami #dabi #touya todoroki #mcu

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squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame · 1 month ago

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We're a team, right?

character: Thanos/Choi su bong X fem!reader

Summary: In a game that forces betrayals, Su-Bong makes you promise something: No matter what happens, we don’t turn on each other. But as the game gets more brutal, you start to wonder—how long can you both keep that promise?

Warnings:

The chilling silence in the room was almost deafening. The stark, sterile walls of the facility glowed with an eerie greenish hue as players shuffled nervously around, eyes darting around like prey. You and Choi Su-Bong stood side by side, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. The Squid Game had entered its final stages, and the once close-knit group of contestants was quickly turning against each other, desperate for survival.

You stole a glance at Su-Bong, who looked more tense than you’d ever seen him. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, were dark with a quiet storm of emotion. He met your gaze and gave you a subtle, reassuring nod, but you both knew—no one was safe. Not in a game like this.

“Promise me something,” Su-Bong whispered, his voice low but urgent.

You leaned closer, already knowing what he was about to say. The game had demanded betrayals, forced alliances to crumble. And yet, Su-Bong’s words were the last thing you clung to. “We’re a team, right?” he repeated, the weight of his question making your heart pound. “No matter what happens, no matter how brutal it gets—promise me we don’t turn on each other.”

The promise felt like an anchor in a storm, something to hold onto when everything else seemed uncertain. The look in his eyes was raw, vulnerable, as if he was bracing himself for something you didn’t quite understand.

“I promise,” you whispered back, feeling the gravity of the oath settle between you. You weren’t sure what would happen in the days to come, but for now, his trust was your shield.

Days passed, the games growing more vicious with each round. The players around you were beginning to turn on one another, alliances splintering and betrayals becoming a common currency. But no matter how tempting it became, you couldn’t bring yourself to betray Su-Bong. You’d made that promise.

But that didn’t mean the doubt didn’t creep in.It was during the fourth round—an obstacle course that was more lethal than anything you’d faced so far—that the first cracks began to form. You and Su-Bong were in the middle of it, running together, dodging obstacles, when the final challenge approached: a maze filled with traps that could kill on contact.

Su-Bong pushed you ahead, telling you to go first. You didn’t question it at the time, but you’d heard the rumors. Players had begun to turn on their own teams, using others as decoys. And now, as you stepped into the maze, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Su-Bong might do the same.

As you navigated the traps, a cold shiver ran down your spine. The walls were closing in, and the sound of footsteps echoed from behind you. It was then you heard it—the unmistakable sound of someone stepping into a trap. A sharp, metallic snap followed by a strangled cry.

“Su-Bong!” you shouted, spinning around, heart racing.

There was no answer. The silence seemed to stretch on forever as you hesitated, torn between continuing through the maze and going back for him. Your chest tightened, the weight of your promise threatening to suffocate you.

Was he just trying to buy you time? Was it part of some strategy?Your thoughts were interrupted by another sound—footsteps. But this time, they weren’t alone. A group of players had found their way into the maze, and their eyes were on you.

The choice was clear. If you stayed and helped, you might not survive. But if you ran, you’d be abandoning Su-Bong. You’d be breaking your promise.

You ran, but with every step, you couldn’t shake the image of Su-Bong, lying in the trap, his eyes—those eyes you’d trusted so much—haunting you.

---

Later, you found him. He was bruised, his body covered in cuts and scrapes from the maze. But he was alive. And when his eyes locked onto yours, there was no anger. No accusation.

Just understanding.

“You didn’t leave me,” he said softly, as if he already knew what you were thinking. “I told you we were a team. You didn’t turn on me.”

You sank to your knees beside him, feeling the weight of the promise you’d made, the loyalty that still tethered you to him despite the chaos surrounding you.

“I didn’t,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I won’t. I can’t.”Su-Bong’s gaze softened, and he reached out, brushing a lock of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, comforting.

“We’ll make it through,” he said, his voice firm with determination. “Together.”

But as the game grew crueler, you couldn’t help but wonder—how long could you both keep that promise? How long before the desperation of the game tore you apart?

The answer was something neither of you wanted to face, but for now, you clung to the one thing you had left: each other.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 years ago

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Sister Responsibilities PT 2(Steve Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader)

Characters: Stever Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff X Sister!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Pregnancy, spoilers for End Game also just gonna totally ignore what happened to Tony and Natasha

Request: A part 2 to sister responsiblities. She is pregnant with twins when wanda is back and helps her cope with the loss of vision. Wanda is happy her sister and steve asks for wandas help to propose. She tells them its twins after the proposal. And the twins are boys. Reader also tells them she wants to name the twins peitro and james.

PT 1

The feeling that Steve felt the moment he heard Sam’s voice in his ear saying “On your left” felt surreal. When he then saw the man, along with Bucky, and then Wanda, he felt a weight he had long forgotten about lift off his shoulders. Pure relief.

He didn’t get to properly interact and catch up with them until Thanos and his army were finally defeated. He got to hug Bucky and Sam first, the pair immediately asking how he was, what they’d missed out on, but before Steve could go into any details, he heard Wanda. Crying.

“Y/N? Y/N where are you? Where’s my sister? сестра?!” She was calling among the crowds of hundreds of soldiers and people catching up, also looking for friends and family. Steve followed her voice, going in search of her, Bucky and Sam following after him until they found her, seeing she’d found Clint and was begging him for answers, though he was lost on what to tell her, until Steve approached, reaching his arm out, signalling with his hand to Clint to hand her over. Clint turned her by her shoulder so she faced him, her eyes wide and terrified. “Steve, where’s my sister?” She demanded. “She’s not here- is she dead? Has she died?”

“Wanda, breathe.” Steve assured her, his hands holding onto her shoulders to ground her. “She’s fine. Perfectly fine, I promise. I know exactly where she is, and I’m going to take you straight to her, alright?” He assured her, getting a vigorous nod from the woman in response. He tucked her under his arm, keeping her close and he started to walk with her away from the battlefield the closest available vehicle, and as he got her seated in the passenger seat, he wasn’t too surprised to see Bucky and Sam not far behind, getting in the backseat without a word.

“Why wasn’t she there, Steve?” Wanda asked as he started the car, starting to drive. “Is she hurt? Did something happen?” She asked.

“Wanda, she’s fine, I promise.” Steve assured her.

“Steve.” She growled. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her panic was turning into pure frustration with him at him being vague with her. “Why wasn’t she there?”

“I told her to stay back.” He finally answered. “I wanted her to be safe and away from any danger. With how things turned out with Thanos showing up- I’m glad I did.” He explained, missing the point where he had actually argued with you about it- finally convincing you with the main point of the possibility the plan failed and you ended up out there on the base looking for a miracle all for nothing, only to trudge back, and how it would be easier for you emotionally if that happened for him to come back and tell you the results. There were several smaller reasons, but in the end, whatever he pulled out his ass as an excuse, he’s glad he did.

Sam cleared his throat, breaking Wanda’s suspicious glare of Steve. “So, mind telling us any major events we’ve missed?” He inquired, hoping to ease the tension, but with Steve now becoming more tense, he realised quickly that he just accidentally stepped into dangerous territory, and in no doubt- it involved Wanda, and more importantly, the subject of the woman’s anxiety- her older sister.

“Well… I should give you a heads up. Y/N and I live together.” Steve started with. The silence in the air other than the rumble of the car’s engine was worse than if Wanda was just yelling at him- Steve had dealt with his fair share of arguments with the eldest Maximoff in the past five years, especially in these last few months with tensions running at an all time high, so he was sure he could handle Wanda, but the silence? It was the worst.

“How many bedrooms?” Bucky spoke up.

“Buck-”

“Two. Two bedrooms.” Steve quickly interrupted Sam’s scorning. “Two bedrooms, one bathroom, closed floor plan in a nice part of the city. We got it together a few months ago.” Steve explained, talking just to fill the air at this point.

“How many bedrooms was the last apartment you two shared?” Wanda asked, the tone in her voice taunting him. She knew.

“...One.” He admitted. That silence returned. “We started seeing each other a few months after… we relied on each other and… we just clicked.” He admitted. He couldn’t see it, his eyes too focussed on the streets as he entered the centre of the city, over crowded by people reuniting with their loved ones and running to look for people, but Sam and Bucky watched Wanda sink into her seat a little, her head resting, rolling over to look at the blond.

“You’ve been looking after my big sister? Keeping her safe? Keeping her happy?” She asked, her voice now a lot softer. Her tone made Steve relax as well.

“I’ve tried my best and intend to keep trying.” He promised her, a faint smile appearing on Wanda’s face. The silence now was a lot nicer. Bucky and Sam were able to sit back in their seats, not scared that Wanda was gonna throttle Steve. “Wanda? I know this is all sudden, but…” Steve hesitated to speak, but eventually gained the courage. “Do I have your permission to marry her?”

“Have you been waiting till you got us back just to ask her that?” Sam asked.

“Honestly, yeah.” Steve admitted, everyone in the car sharing a light chuckle.

“Yes. You have my blessing. My sister isn’t an idiot- if she’s chosen to stay beside you for so long and live with you, you must be special to her.” Wanda granted.

Eventually Steve parked the car on the side of the street, everyone piling out, and Wanda looked up at the building Steve parked outside of- he wasn’t lying, it was a nice building, on the nice side of town. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and Wanda turned to see Steve, offering her a set of keys. “Third floor, on the left.” He told her. She grinned, grabbing the keys and dashing up the stairs the three men not too far behind. Wanda reached the floor, finding the door and knocking on it with no hesitation, before waiting impatiently. She heard shuffling, before a bolt unlocked and the door opened.

“Wanda?” Was the first thing out your mouth, absorbing that she was actually in front of you- a few cuts and bruises from a fight, but there. In person. Alive. The back of your eyes burned as you reached your arms out to her. “моя драгоценная сестра!” You sobbed, grabbing your sister and pulling her as close as possible.

Close as possible, being the keyword there.

Wanda felt the obstacle stopping her in being as close as she could to her sister, pulling away to see what it was, and was greeted by the comically large bump attached to you. She gaped at it for a moment, before her eyes met yours. “You’re having a baby?”

“Babies.” Steve corrected as he came up the stairs, Sam and Bucky, who had frozen on the stairs at the sight of the eldest Maximoff heavily pregnant. “It’s twins.”

“Twins? Like…” Wanda’s words caught in her throat, as you sadly smiled and nodded. You looked at Bucky and Sam still on the stairs, before back at your sister.

“Let’s all go inside, stop crowding the hall.” You told them, stepping aside for Wanda to come in, having to shuffle past your bump before Steve took over holding the door for Bucky and Sam. Once back in side, you hugged your sister again. “I’ve missed you so, so much. I wanted to be there for your return but the base is so far away, and with them being due next month and the doctor saying twins like to come early-” You rambled before Wanda stopped you, holding your cheeks on her hands and smiling.

“Don’t be, I understand, you have to look after yourself and your babies. I also understand why Steve had been adamant on you staying behind… also, it was for the best. I’m glad you weren’t there.” Wanda admitted, though your smile dropped as you turned to Steve alarmed, looking for answers.

“Thanos from the past found his way through and tried to snap again, but this time snap every living thing. We managed to stop him and he’s completely gone now… We’ll go into the gritty details later, okay?” Steve explained.

“I take later means when stress might not make me go into early labour?” You asked, Steve grinning and nodding. “Thought so. Fair enough. The longer little Pietro and James stay inside the better.”

“Pietro?” Wanda’s head snapped around at the name, quickly followed by the same reaction from Sam and Bucky. “Your naming your babies Pietro and James?”

“I’m jealous.” Sam quickly added.

“Pietro Oleg and James Samuel. If that makes you feel better.” Steve added on, getting a smile from the man in response.

“Oleg? Like our dad?” Wanda noticed and you nodded. “I’m so happy that I’m going to be here to meet my nephews.”

“And you better not go anywhere anytime soon my baby sister.” You told her, holding her close. Steve smiled to himself, before nudging his two friends to the kitchen.

“You two get comfy, we’ll do dinner.” Steve called.

“We are?” Sam asked, making Bucky laugh as Wanda pulled you to the living room to get comfy and begin catching up.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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inkinmyheartandonthepage · 1 year ago

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Stand Still

We Forgot Peter part 221 - Read it on Ao3

Peter Parker isn’t proud of it.

A giant purple alien (Thanos, if Peter caught his name correctly. He’s not entirely sure he had it right but now isn’t exactly the moment to ask) had him around the neck, attempting to choke the life out of him. His throat burned with the tight grip, his lungs aching with the need to breath. It was out of pure instinct that Peter opened his mouth to try and suck in a desperate breath, but he couldn’t get any air in.

He blamed the lack of oxygen for the way he sunk his teeth into the skin of Thanos without a thought.

The hand around his neck slackened with the shock and Peter fell to the ground. He only just managed to stay on his feet, gulping in lungful after lungful of air. As his chest heaved and his hands shook, it took him a moment to realise that the fight had been paused, everyone staring at him.

It took several more gulps of air for him to realise what he had done.

He had bit Thanos.

Aunt May’s voice filtered through his mind; a forgotten memory dragged to the surface.

Peter, honey, no. We don’t bite people. Biting his bad. Apologise to your Uncle Ben.

“I’m sorry,” Peter blurted out into the silence of Titan. “Mr. Mad Titan – uh – Thanos, sir. Is that right? Thanos? I’m so, sorry. Biting is bad. I shouldn’t have – I’m so sorry. It was an accident!”

Peter’s heart raced in his chest as everyone just stared at him. Heat pooled in his cheeks and the racing of his heart had nothing to do with the adrenalin of the battle but the utter embarrassment of his actions. Peter fidgeted, the silence closing in on him –

Drax let out a bark-like laugh. “He bit him. Just like a fierce warrior. Bravo.”

Drax’s words seemed to have un-spelled them all. Thanos made a motion to move but Tony Stark was faster. He blocked the mad titans strike, giving them all an opportunity to strike and the battle continued.

The embarrassment disappeared just as quickly as it had come as Peter fought. Fear and adrenalin crashed through his body like a tsunami, and it was Peter could do to not drown in it. Thanos was like no other opponent Peter had ever come across and it scared him right down to his very bones.

Then Strange was wrapping the titan in red, glowing, whips and Quill was trapping his other hand in some magnetic, crackling like lightning trap and Peter was wrapping his web around the alien, pinning him down –

Then Thanos stopped struggling.

It was as if his limbs had locked tight, his body freezing and turning to stone like he had stared into the face of Medusa. Peter wondered if maybe Medusa was there. At this point, nothing would have surprised him.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked, cautiously loosening is grip on his webs. Thanos didn’t struggle against them, frozen where he stood wrapped in their traps.

Tony landed close by, hands raised and ready to fire. After a moment of examination, Tony’s voice came through his mask. “He’s frozen.”

Nebula approached, knifes up. Peter could only gape as she strode right up into the titan’s space without fear, the tip of her knife poking into to his cheek. She pressed the tip harder until blood dripped down the blade. The only thing that moved was Thanos’s eyes.

“He’s paralysed,” Nebula said, her expression never changing.

“How?” Tony demanded.

“Who cares,” Quill snorted. “Let’s just get the glove off him.”

“Underoos,” Tony called.

Releasing his webs, Peter hurried to Tony’s side. He went where Tony directed him. He curled his hands around the rim of the glove and started to yank with all his might. He kept sneaking glances at Thanos, wondering why he was paralyzed. It’s not like any of their weapons had –

“Holy crap,” Peter gasped out, the glove popping off the Titan’s hand, sending Peter and Tony sprawling to the ground.

“Kid, you good?” Tony demanded, scrambling to get to his feet.

“I bit him,” Peter said, staring up at Tony where he held the glove tight to his chest.

“Yeah, and then apologised, which we need to talk about that later,” Tony said, his voice calm but his eyes frantic as they roamed over Peter’s face. His eyes were pinched tight, and Peter could feel the worry pouring out of him.

“Have you got it?” Nebula asked.

“Got it,” Tony called over to them.

Peter watched as Nebula stared at Thanos, her eyes narrowing.

“If only Gamora was here to watch this,” Nebula said. “How she would have loved to watch me cut your head off.”

Peter watched as Nebula raised her knifes up high –

Then Tony stepped in front of him, blocking her from his sight. That didn’t stop him from hearing the wet sound of a blade sliding through skin and the heavy thud of something falling to the ground, followed by an even heavier thump of something slumping to the ground.

Peter let Tony help him to his feet. He automatically pressed his face into Tony’s armored chest, shuddering as Tony arms came around his shoulders to hold him close.

“I bit him,” Peter said into Tony’s chest.

“Kid?” Tony’s gloved hand brushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead, tilting his chin up at the same time so they were looking at one another.

“Mr. Stark, I forgot I had venom.”

Tony blinked at Peter for a beat before his lips started to twitch.

“Don’t you dare,” Peter growled, hugging the glove closer to his chest.

“Oh kid,” Tony begun to chuckle.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Peter rasped out, hands shaking around the glove. “Promise me. You can’t tell the other Avenger’s.”

“Oh Pete, that’s not a promise I can keep,” Tony chuckled.

Peter moaned, burying his head into Tony’s chest again. His whole body trembled as the adrenaline begun to wear off. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or curl up into a tight ball and scream.

“I’ve got you,” Tony said, holding him closer and running a now non-gloved hand through his curls. “I’m so proud of you kid. So proud. It’s over. It’s all over now. I’ve got you.”

Peter let himself sink into Tony’s grip, letting the words wash over him and sooth his trembling. When he was sure he had control over himself again, he pulled back. He looked up at Tony who was waiting patiently, ignoring the gathered group behind him.

“You good?” Tony asked.

Peter nodded, not trusting his voice to not come out in a squeak.

“Time to end this field trip,” Tony said with a small smile. “And tell everyone that you stopped the mighty Thanos by biting him.”

“Just don’t tell May,” Peter blurted out. “I don’t want another lecture on why biting is bad.”

Tony let out a gleeful grin as he led Peter towards Doctor Strange who had been waiting patiently for Peter. It didn’t escape his notice that Tony was blocking his view of Thanos and for that he was grateful. When they reached Doctor Strange, Peter all but shoved the gauntlet into his hands, eager to be rid of it. Holding it had sent his sense haywire, the urge to yet it across the planet strong.

“Well done,” Doctor Strange said, over Peter a smile.

“So, in all your little jaunts into the future, did you see this one coming?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow at Strange.

Strange’s eyes twinkled with mirth and Peter bit back a groan.

“Why spoil the surprise,” is all Strange said.

“Can you get us back to Earth?” Tony asked and Peter knees almost buckled at the thought of going home.

Maybe he had fallen asleep on the bus, and this was all a horrible dream? Maybe at any moment Ned was going to shake him awake and he would find himself back on the bus with marking on his face from where Flash had drawn on him.

“I can,” Strange said. “If we are all ready.”

Tony’s hand clamped down tightly on Peter’s shoulder, squeezing his hard. Okay so maybe he wasn’t going to wake up on the bus but at least Tony was there. Everything was going to be okay as long as Tony was there and Peter pressed him back to Tony’s chest, drawing comfort and the knowledge that they were both alive and that they were both going home.

#ao3 fanfic #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #irondad #peter parker & tony stark #peter parker #tony stark #tony stark lives #ao3fic

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infiniteeight8 · 10 months ago

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Back AGES ago you said you had a second idea for the Pride and Prejudice inspired drabble. Would love to see that other idea if you still remember it! (IronStrange)

Not so much a second idea as an additional sequel! I had a whole four part arc in mind for this one, and folks only asked for a follow up once, so I’ve been sitting on the notes while I work on other prompts and waiting for either someone to prompt this or for a moment when I had no prompts to write it anyway. LOL. Thank you for resolving the situation!

The first two stories in this series are here.

Stephen is reading in the library when someone hammers on the doors of the Sanctum. Tony, his connection to the Sanctum tells him as he stands. The hammering comes again, and Stephen asks the doors to open even as he steps into the entrance hall.

Tony storms into the Sanctum, expression thunderous. “Did you know?” he demands.

“Know what?” Stephen asks. He’s trying to keep calm, but he’s rarely seen Tony this angry.

“That Pepper was going to leave me,” Tony snaps. “Did you know?” He reaches out and gives Stephen a shove, sending him stumbling back a few steps.

The Cloak helps Stephen regain his balance and he plants himself in the face of Tony’s anger. “You said yourself that whatever I saw doesn’t matter in this life,” he says evenly.

Tony steps up close, glaring. He punctuates his words with a finger stabbing into Stephen’s chest. “You could have warned me.”

“You didn’t want to know.”

“I’d have wanted to know this!”

Stephen’s own anger is rising. “How was I supposed to know that?” he snapped. “Out of all the possibilities—some of which you actively rejected—how was I supposed to know which one you wanted to hear about?”

“Pepper—”

Stephen cuts him off. “Sometimes Pepper left you,” he says. “Sometimes you left her. Sometimes you died. Sometimes she did. Sometimes you both did. Sometimes the two of you lived happily ever after, at least until Thanos arrived. There are lives where she ended up with Mr. Hogan. Or Colonel Rhodes. Sometimes she walked away from this entire life and you never saw her again. Sometimes she put on a suit and took up your mantle after you.” Tony is staring at him now. Stephen takes a deep breath. “Fourteen million six hundred and five futures is a lot of options. Do you want to hear about every last one? Because we’ll be here awhile.”

Tony backs away from Stephen. He’s staring, but not really seeing. After a moment, he sits, crumpling onto the steps of the Sanctum’s main staircase like his strings have been cut.

Eventually, Stephen walks over and sits, too, though not too close. “For what it’s worth,” he says softly, “I’m sorry.”

“Pepper was my chance,” Tony says bleakly. “For a happy ending. For love.”

“Not your only chance,” Stephen offers.

Tony gives him a look. “I thought you weren’t going to tell me all the options.”

“I’m not,” Stephen says. “But I can tell you that you had other happy endings—pending Thanos—with other people than Pepper.” He’s not sure if he wants Tony to ask who. Or if he’d tell him if he did. Besides, Stephen isn’t the only option, either.

Tony blows out a long breath. “That feels hard to believe right now.”

“Someone fresh off a break up rarely appreciates being told there are more fish in the sea,” Stephen says dryly, and Tony snorts.

They sit in silence for a moment. Eventually, Tony sighs. “Sorry for barging in here and yelling at you.”

“It’s fine,” Stephen says, standing. He looks down at Tony. He looks small right now, still folded in on himself on the steps. “Come on. I’ll make you some tea.”

“I don’t like tea,” Tony says, but he gets up and follows Stephen anyway.

#IronStrange #ficlet

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luvfae · 2 months ago

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CENTRE STAGE, PT 3

summary: your jealousy clouds your judgement and suddenly you want to be the only backup dancer that thanos puts his hands on.

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

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (don’t be a dummy), p in v, dom reader

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The night had been long, but you were exhausted for a different reason entirely.

You weren’t supposed to care. You weren’t supposed to notice.

But when the elevator doors slid open, and she stepped inside, giggling, her fingers wrapped around his arm like she had any fucking right to touch him, like she wasn’t just a fucking second option backup dancer.

You moved to the side, pressing yourself against the cold metal wall, ignoring the way their laughter filled the small space, the way she whispered something in his ear, her nails dragging down his bicep.

Then, right in front of you, she had the audacity to dig into her bag, pulling out a tube of lipstick.

“Here,” she muttered, grabbing his arm.

She uncapped the lipstick and scrawled her number onto his wrist in a bold, smudged red—like some cheap, desperate groupie.

“Call me.” She winked, pressing a kiss to his cheek just as the doors opened for the fourth floor.

You stared straight ahead, hands clenched at your sides, nails biting into your palms as she strutted out.

The elevator doors slid shut, leaving you and Thanos alone in silence.

The elevator dinged again.

Fifth floor.

Your floor.

“This is you,” Thanos muttered, his voice unreadable.

You should’ve stepped off. Should’ve walked away.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you turned, looking up at him, at the faint lipstick stain on his cheek, the smug glint in his eyes.

Something inside you broke.

Before you could stop yourself, you shoved him back against the wall, crashing your lips against his with a hunger that had been building for weeks.

He responded instantly, hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you devoured his mouth, a desperate, heated clash of teeth and tongue.

He groaned when you sucked on his bottom lip, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. You ground against him, chasing the friction, the fire that burned between you both.

His fingers threaded through your hair, tilting your head back so he could trail kisses down your throat, sucking bruises into your skin. Your breathing hitched, your body arching into his as you lost yourself in him.

“I knew you’d break,” he rasped against your lips, his smirk pressing into your mouth.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you grabbed his arm, your fingers smearing the lipstick-stained number on his wrist, staining your skin red.

“You don’t ever call that bitch,” you growled. “You don’t call any bitch—except for me.”

His eyes darkened, his smirk widening.

“You’re mine,” you practically snarled, gripping his chin, forcing him to look at you. “I don’t care if Kylie fucking Jenner is on her knees, begging for you—you belong to me.”

His smirk deepened. “Possessive.”

“You wanted this,” you snapped.

His fingers tightened on your hips. “Kylie Jenner couldn’t compare to you, señorita.”

The elevator dinged again.

Tenth floor.

He grabbed your wrist, yanking you out of the elevator, kissing you all the way down the hall, your back hitting the door as he fumbled with his keycard. You licked down his neck as he finally unlocked it, shoving the door open, pulling you inside.

You pushed him, hard, onto the couch.

He looked up at you, breathless, hungry.

“Change my position,” you demanded, voice low, sultry, dripping with control.

Your fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, the way his breath stuttered.

“I’m the only dancer who should be center stage.” You straddled his lap, pressing your lips against his, teasing.

Your nails scratched down his arms as you leaned in, your breath hot against his ear.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you.”

His smirk was fucking smug, like he had won. Like this was always his plan. But you weren’t about to let him have the upper hand. Not tonight.

“I knew you’d come crawling back,” he muttered.

Your hands gripped his jaw, tilting his head up to look at you. Your nails bit into his skin, and his pupils blew wide.

“I didn’t crawl,” you whispered, voice like velvet. “I took what was mine.”

His lips parted, but you didn’t give him a chance to respond before your mouth crashed against his, all tongue and teeth, a mess of desperation and dominance. His hands immediately found your waist, gripping you tight, but you yanked them off, pinning them above his head against the back of the couch.

He groaned against your mouth, and you grinned.

“Thought you liked it when I was in control?” he rasped, testing your grip.

“Not tonight.”

You leaned in, your breath hot against his ear.

“Tonight, I’m the one in charge.”

His breath hitched as you rocked your hips against his lap, feeling the bulge beneath his sweats. His chest rose and fell quickly, his muscles tensing under your hands, but he didn’t push back.

“Say it,” you murmured, lips ghosting over his throat.

He swallowed hard, and for the first time since you met him, Thanos looked… vulnerable.

“You’re in charge,” he exhaled.

Your smirk was dangerous. “Good boy.”

Then you licked a stripe up his neck, sucking a dark bruise into his skin, marking him—staking your claim. His body tensed beneath you, hands twitching like he wanted to touch you so bad but knew better than to move.

“Tell me,” you whispered, lips brushing his pulse point. “Tell me who you belong to.”

His breathing was ragged now, his voice hoarse.

“You.”

Your teeth sank into his skin, and he groaned.

“Damn right.”

You released his wrists, only for your hands to slide down his chest, fingers slipping beneath his hoodie. His skin was warm, muscles taut beneath your touch.

Slowly, deliberately, you dragged the fabric up, lifting it over his head, leaving him bare. You ran your nails down his stomach, watching the way his abs tensed beneath your touch, the way his breath stuttered.

Then, just to tease, you leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of his ear.

“You’re gonna sit there,” you purred, grinding down against him, feeling the evidence of his arousal straining against his sweats. “And you’re gonna let me use you exactly how I want.”

His hands gripped the couch so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Understood?”

His jaw clenched, his chest heaving. He was so close to snapping.

But he wouldn’t.

Not unless you let him.

“Understood,” he rasped.

A wicked grin curled your lips.

“That’s my good boy.”

You hovered over him, savoring the way his chest rose and fell beneath you, the way his hands instinctively found your waist like he needed to hold onto you.

Thanos, the great and famous Thanos, who had women lining up just for a chance to breathe the same air as him—reduced to this.

To you.

And you fucking loved it.

Your fingers traced the tattooed skin of his arm, stopping at his wrist, where the faint smudge of red lipstick still lingered. You smirked, rubbing it between your fingertips, the stain bleeding further onto his skin.

“This is fucking pathetic,” you murmured, your tone thick with condescension.

His dark eyes flickered with something dangerous, something needy.

“What is?” His voice was rough, low.

You tilted your head, brushing your lips over his jaw but never quite kissing him. You could feel the way his body tensed, the way his hands twitched like he was fighting the urge to grab you, to flip you over, to take control.

But you wouldn’t let him.

You had all the control now.

“You.” You dragged your nails down his chest, slow and deliberate, just enough to make him shudder. “You, sitting here, begging for me to fuck you like some desperate little fan.”

His jaw clenched. “I’m not—”

You cut him off with a sharp tug of his hair, forcing his head back, exposing his throat.

His breath hitched.

You leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his pulse point, feeling the way it raced beneath your lips.

“Oh, but you are,” you whispered, your voice dripping with mockery. “You could have anyone, right? Any woman you want. But instead, you’re here, with me.”

Your tongue flicked against his skin, your teeth grazing the sensitive spot just beneath his ear. He sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“Say it,” you taunted, rolling your hips against him just enough to drive him insane.

His grip on you tightened. “Say what?”

You smirked. “Say how fucking pathetic it is that you—the Thanos—is sitting here, desperate, aching, waiting for me to fuck him.”

He exhaled shakily, his eyes squeezing shut. He was fighting it, fighting you.

But you always won.

“I—” He swallowed hard, his breath coming out ragged. “It’s pathetic.”

You hummed in satisfaction, trailing your fingers down his abs, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin.

“What’s pathetic?” you pressed, your voice all honeyed poison.

His fingers flexed against your thighs, his body practically vibrating beneath you.

“That I want you,” he ground out, his voice thick with frustration, with need. “That I need you.”

You grinned, your lips brushing his.

You stood before him, slowly peeling off your shirt, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. His eyes were locked onto you, dark and hungry, following the movement of your fingers as you unzipped your jeans and pushed them down inch by inch.

“Fuck, you’re cruel,” he rasped, shifting in his seat. His hands twitched like he wanted to reach for you, but you weren’t going to let him. Not yet.

You smirked, stepping closer, dragging a single finger down his chest.

His fingers dug into the couch, his control slipping. “Y/N…”

“Hm?” You trailed your hands down his stomach, just barely brushing against where he needed you most.

His head dropped back against the couch, a low growl rumbling in his throat. “Please.”

You let that word hang between you, savoring it. Then, finally, you sank down onto him.

Thanos let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a curse, his hands flying to your hips, holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. His chest heaved, his lips parted, his pupils blown wide with pure, unfiltered need.

But you weren’t done with him yet.

You set the pace slow, agonizing, rolling your hips in a way that had him digging his fingers into your skin, torn between meeting your movements and letting you take control. You leaned down, lips brushing against his ear. “You feel so good like this,” you whispered, letting your teeth graze his earlobe. “So desperate. So fucking pathetic.”

A sharp inhale from him. His grip tightened. “Y/N—”

You cut him off by grinding down just right, dragging another wrecked sound from his throat. You had already found your release once, maybe even twice, but you weren’t done. Not until you had him at the edge, teetering on the brink.

His hands flexed on your hips, trying to get you to move faster, but you grabbed his wrists, pinning them down. “You don’t get to come yet,” you purred. “Not until I say so.”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, eyes screwing shut, his body trembling beneath you.

You rolled your hips again, taking him deeper, relishing the way he swore under his breath. Then you leaned in, lips brushing against his ear once more, voice soft but dripping with control.

“You’re mine, Thanos,” you whispered. “Say it.”

His breath came out ragged. “I’m yours.”

His voice was raw, broken, like he was teetering between surrender and desperation. His fingers flexed against your thighs, wanting—needing—to touch, to take, but you wouldn’t let him.

You kept your hands on his wrists, holding him in place, maintaining control as you rolled your hips again, slow, deep, making him feel every inch of you.

“Louder,” you demanded, your lips brushing against his jaw.

His breath hitched, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “I’m yours,” he rasped, voice strained, his body trembling beneath you.

A slow, satisfied smirk curled at your lips. “Good boy.”

A deep groan tore from his throat, his eyes squeezing shut, his head tipping back against the couch. He was barely hanging on. Barely keeping himself together. And you fucking loved it.

You leaned down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his neck, trailing your tongue over his pulse point before sucking another mark into his skin. His body tensed, his muscles locking beneath your touch.

“Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice wrecked, desperate.

“Hm?” You tilted your head, eyes glinting with amusement as you took him slow, torturously slow, just to hear him break for you.

“I—I can’t—” His breath was ragged, his hands twitching in your grip. “Let me touch you.”

You smirked against his skin. “No.”

His jaw clenched, his body vibrating with restraint.

“Please.”

That one word sent a shiver down your spine, pooling heat between your legs. You felt the way he was struggling beneath you, the way his self-control was fraying at the edges, unraveling with every slow, deep movement.

You wanted him wrecked. Ruined.

But he was already so close.

“Not yet,” you whispered against his ear, tightening your grip on his wrists.

He let out a strangled curse, his chest heaving. “Fucking hell, Y/N—”

And then you moved faster.

His head snapped up, his dark eyes locking onto yours, something dangerous flickering behind them.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he warned, his voice low, rough, full of something dark and unhinged.

You grinned, licking the shell of his ear. “Am I?”

His restraint snapped.

In a split second, his hands tore from your grip, flipping you onto your back against the couch. Your breath left you in a sharp gasp as he pinned you down, his fingers digging into your hips, his body pressing hard against yours.

You barely had a moment to register the shift before his lips crashed into yours, hungry, desperate, all tongue and teeth and dominance.

“You wanted control?” he growled against your lips, his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread them wider, pressing himself flush against you. “Then fucking take it.”

And then he thrust into you, hard, deep, merciless.

A sharp cry left your lips as he fucked into you with a force that knocked the air from your lungs.

You had spent the entire night teasing him, denying him. And now?

Now, he was going to break you.

His grip was bruising, his pace relentless, fucking you so deep you could barely breathe, barely think.

“You—” His voice was a low snarl against your throat as he sucked bruises into your skin. “You think you’re in charge?”

A strangled moan left your lips, your back arching beneath him.

His smirk was fucking feral.

“Say my fucking name.”

Your nails raked down his back as he pounded into you, hitting every spot that had you seeing stars.

“Thanos,” you gasped, your body trembling, already so fucking close.

His hand slid between your bodies, finding that one spot, pressing just right—

You shattered.

Your orgasm hit you like a fucking freight train, a scream tearing from your throat as you clenched around him, your entire body shaking beneath him.

But he wasn’t done.

He chased his own release, fucking you through your high, his breath ragged, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a guttural groan.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room your ragged breathing, your bodies still tangled, still trembling from the intensity of it all.

And then, finally, he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

A small, breathless laugh left your lips. “So much for me being in charge.”

Thanos chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to your collarbone. “Face it, señorita,” His lips curled against your skin. “You like it better when I slut you out.”

You smacked his arm, making him laugh again, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

You had spent so long fighting this—fighting him, fighting yourself.

But now?

Now, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

To be continued…

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