#yes I am talking to you 'x minority' america wants to see disappear

[gh0st-4ss]

logging on to ask if trump actually fucking won again and logging off

also never kill yourself it's what they want

[maeve-writes]

Heroes

Pairing: Stripper!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Stripper!Steve Rogers

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI 

Warnings: Adult situations, alcohol consumption, allusion to mild cheating(??). More to be added later.

Summary: It’s your friend’s birthday and you’re dragged to the Heroes club. You’re not one for that kind of place, but you quickly change your mind after you get to play the damsel in distress for a pair of Brooklyn babes. 

a/n: Unbeta’d, any mistakes are my own and please forgive me. This is the second story I’ve written in a while. Forgive me?

You normally don’t go to these sorts of places but it was your friend’s 30th birthday and it was on her bucket list. Luckily, you weren’t talked into planning any of it, just had to toss in some cash for the fee to get in and the never ending flow of drinks, plus the very special Birthday Girl Dance package.

It took you three years after the second Magic Mike movie came out to watch the first one. The idea of male strippers seemed odd. But, when you really thought about it, so did female strippers. 

Nevertheless, the night ultimately wasn’t about you, it was about your friend and her birthday. You were happy to be there with your friends, enjoying the celebration and drinks, seeing hot guys take off their clothes was a weird added bonus.

Heroes was the club to go if you wanted to see buff dudes bare it all. Tara, the birthday girl, had been raving about it for months. She found videos of it online and shared them in your group chat. That, of course, had your other friends looking for more videos and all of them started to have their favorites.

“Girl, some of them even give private shows,” Sonya, the oldest and who was supposed to be the responsible one of your group, mock-whispered excitedly.

You tried not to roll your eyes as your gang was escorted to the front table near the stage. It was a semicircular booth where small round tables came up from the floor, big enough for drinks, but small and spaced out enough to allow for bodies to move around and in between.

Your host was a slender built guy on the younger side, barely old enough to be allowed in. He had a baby face and a boyish smile, but his muscles were well defined as the club forced him to be shirtless save for the small bow tie around his neck with a spider in the middle, and the tiny pair of shorts that cupped his rear which stayed there by what you guessed was his will or magic. Maybe both.

“Here you are, ladies,” he guided, instructing Tara to take her seat near the middle. “The name’s Peter- uh Spider-Man. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

That set off a fit of giggles from your friends which caused a full body flush from your waiter. His embarrassment tugged at your heartstrings. “New at this, Mr. Spider,” you asked.

His flush darkened and he rubbed absently at the back at his neck after he passed out the menus. “It’s Spider-Man,” he corrected you, “but is it that obvious?” You tilted your head and scrunched up your nose, parting your pointer and thumb a small ways apart. He laughed in return, his shoulders relaxing a little. You gave him a wink and a smile before the rest of your friends attacked the poor kid with their drink and food orders.

You felt sorry for the guy, but he seemed to have loosened up a bit since your small, playful banter and your friends ate up his boyish charm. 

While you waited for your turn to order, you looked around the club to find its sleek design, not something you thought a strip club would offer. The walls were painted black, accented by silver framed posters of the dancers. Above each were white neon lights that spelt out their Hero name.

The rest of the booths were like your own, made of soft black cushions, black metal bases which were illuminated underneath by white light. The tables that sprang from the ground were polished silver necks with textured tempered glass tops to keep drink slipping and spilling to a minimum.

Of course, all of the booths surrounded the stage, which was mostly closed off by a thick black curtain, save for the large catwalk that split half of the sitting area in two. It was wide enough to fit three large men comfortably across it, shoulder to shoulder, and from some of the videos your group shared, they had done so before.

When Peter- there was no way you were going to refer to him by his Hero name- got to your order last, you could hear other rowdy groups start to file in. A couple of bachelorette parties, a girl’s 21st birthday, and a Happy Divorce Finalization Day were all joining you. Your friends quickly became friends with everyone in the room, so even if the show sucked, at least all of you could get drunk and have fun.

“Excuse me, ladies,” a voice rang out above you. Cheers burst from the crowd and every light in the room popped out and stayed out until the room fell silent. “Now that I have your attention…” A tall, dark man walked out from the split of the curtains. He wore a wireless microphone over his ear, an eyepatch over his eye which rested just above a self assured smile. Dressed in a fitted pair of leather pants and combat boots, he strode to the center crossroads of the stage and catwalk, “My name is Director Fury. I will be introducing you to your Heroes tonight.” He paused for another round of catcalls. “And hopefully we can save you from the Villains, too.” That drew out louder screams from the crowd.

“Now, what do we do to the bad girls like you,” he paused, looking pointedly to the crowd, “we contain,” he pulled a piece of rope from the back of his pants and tossed it into a group nearby, “detain,” he pulled out cuffs and twirled them around a finger before he threw those out as well, “and entertain.” With that, the bass dropped and the curtain flew open, behind Director Fury were the Heroes (and Villains) in all of their sweat slicked glory. 

Once the Director stepped aside, the seven dancers on stage began their opening routine. Dressed in black vests and tear-away leather pants, the men paraded around the stage and catwalk to the thump of the music, pulling off pieces of their clothing as they went. The women around you went wild, snatching at whatever was tossed their way, fighting playfully for it. While it seemed incredibly silly, Tara was having the time of her life and you absently sipped at your Tequila Sunrise while you scrolled on your phone. 

The dance number finished not two minutes later with a screaming cheer and standing ovation from the rest of the already slightly tipsy crowd. Director Fury came out while the dancers disappeared into the back to get ready, he worked the crowd, mentioning the brides-to-be and promised them a very special wedding gift before the night was over. “But I heard there were a couple of birthdays here,” Fury said, looking between your group and the one behind you. “Now, I’m going to get the young gun back there in a moment, but… a little bird told me that you,” he pointed to your friend, “are a very big fan of our first Hero of the night.” 

Tara squealed and stood up, “Fuck yes, I am. God bless Captain America! ...and dat ass!”

It was obvious that Director Fury was trying to keep his composure, but the corners of his lips twitched like he wanted to join in on the laughter from the crowd. “Well, he is certainly blessed,” he replied, “and ladies, you will be, too, when you see him at full salute.” He winked and started to walk off stage, “Captain? Duty calls…”

Some sort of abomination of the Star Spangled Banner started to play, remixed with drum and bass. You looked up to see what kind of horror show would come from something treasonous as what bled from the speakers around you, you were met with over six feet of muscle covered in a fitted blue suit, fingerless leather gloves on his hands, and a round metal shield on his back painted red, white, and blue. 

The Captain’s background was what looked like a large war ship with painted ski-masked bad guys spread throughout the levels. His stage allowed him ramps and poles to move up and down, which he used freely. He used a mixture of acrobatics and dance to move across the stage, tossing the shield around, “fighting off the bad guys” and losing his clothes in the process. By the end of the song he was left in just the leather gloves and a very tight pair of shorts, much like the ones Peter wore, except the Captains had the same pattern of his shield printed across the backside. 

Tara’s screams knocked you out of your daze and you realized you hadn’t stared down at your phone at all during the Captain’s dance. You watched all five minutes of it and couldn’t tear your eyes away. Heroes wasn’t about getting drunk women horny, they wanted to put on a show, too. You clapped lightly, though it was drowned out by the cheering around you, but unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t unnoticed. 

Fury was out once again and he brought up the first bachelorette of the night. He put her in a chair on the catwalk and gave her a candy-garterbelt. Then he asked her waiter, a guy named “Ant Man”, to remove it with only his tongue, which he happily obliged. 

Peter cut off your view with another drink, one you didn’t order. “On the house,” he said with a lopsided grin and placed the red, white, and blue layered drink next to your nearly empty Sunrise. Before you could ask him who ordered it, the candy garterbelt was being tugged between the bachelorette and her waiter. It ended in a tongue-y kiss and the ladies went wild. 

“Let’s hope her future husband doesn’t mind,” you muttered and turned your attention to your phone once again. Director Fury, thankfully, broke up the awkward scene on stage and began to introduce the next dancers. It was a pair, brothers, apparently, and they worked on the good versus bad troupe. Thor and Loki were opposites in every sense of the word. Thor was a large blond with a commanding presence. He had a bright smile and sun kissed skin that looked great in his red and gold trimmed briefs. But his brother was slender, graceful - almost cat-like, with dark hair and a mischievous grin all wrapped in flawless alabaster skin. They didn’t look like brothers, but they moved around each other like they had been together all of their lives, and knew each other’s moves. 

You only caught half of their story, as you were already halfway done with, what you found out was called the American Glory drink, and half wondered if that was what Captain America tasted like. Fury was up again and had the young lady celebrating her 21st birthday take two shots and lick the salt from Thor and Loki’s still sweaty chests. 

Peter found his way in front of you again and said that someone needed to talk to you about your card being declined. You frowned and excused yourself from your friends to find out what was going on. There shouldn’t have been a problem, you got paid the day before, there was plenty of money in your account.

You were taken to a hall that connected what seemed like offices, the dressing room, and the route to the backstage. “Sorry,” Peter said sheepishly, “they said this was the only way to get you back here. Gotta go.” He waved and jogged back out to the lobby.

Confused, you were about to shout out after him when you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned, you faced that wall of American muscle beaming down at you. “Hey there,” he greeted, a smile almost blinding you from its perfection. “Don’t be too mad at the kid, I asked him to get you back here.”

“What,” was all you could get out. He was thankfully dressed, but his muscles were straining against the white tshirt and the gym shorts did not hide the package he carried. Even with all of that, what mesmerized you most was his eyes, sparkling blue and bright with amusement. 

“This next bit requires audience participation and he had someone in mind,” the Captain replied like he explained everything.

“We had someone in mind,” a voice corrected behind the door you two stood near. You tore your eyes away from the blond and eyed the wood barrier suspiciously. 

“Don’t worry,” Captain America laughed, capturing your attention once again, “it’s nothing too dangerous or embarrassing. You just have to sit there, pretend to be tied up, and me and Buck will dance around you.” He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head in thought, “Well, actually, you really will be tied up, but we promise we’ll let you go once we’re done.”

“Or not, if you don’t want us to,” came the voice again, which made the Captain laugh.

You blinked up at him and frowned, “What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch,” he shook his head. “We might dance on you a little, if you don’t mind, the crowd likes it. But if not, we can work around that.” The thought of Captain America in those tiny shorts grinding on you was a very nice thought.

“‘Sfine,” you shrugged.

He beamed and reached out to squeeze you on the shoulder, his touch lingering and his thumb running along your collarbone. “I’ll let the stage team know.” Reluctantly, he dropped his hand and knocked on the door next to you both, “Five minutes.” When he heard a ‘yeah, got it’, the Captain motioned you to follow him. 

The stage crew took over and the Captain disappeared to get ready. You were told about the chair you’d be sitting in, the rope that would be tied around your chest and if you would be okay with it. There was some hesitation on your part, but ultimately you agreed. They brought you on stage, a winter wonderland of sorts and placed you on a log-like chair. The rope wasn’t tight, but it was obvious you were the damsel in distress. 

“One of you was taken,” Director Fury said from the other side of the curtain in front of you, “by The Winter Soldat. Will she survive? Will she be saved?” All of the lights turn off once again and an industrial heavy beat thrummed through the speakers, rattling your bones. Red stage lights shone down on you when the curtain pulled open and your friends lost their minds.

To your right you saw a figure stalk out of the dark, red light bouncing off a silver metal arm. A mask covered the lower half of his face, but his eyes were trained on you like you were prey. His black muscle shirt clung tightly to his chest, one sleeve missing to show off his arm, and his black tactical pants stretched against his thick thighs. You could feel the shaking of the stage from the stomps of his booted feet.

Eyes wide, you stared at him until he stopped short of your chair on cue with the music. His nostrils flared lightly before he moved again, the music flowing with him. He slung one leg over the side over your chair, straddling you. The metal arm clamped the wooden back rest of the chair and he narrowed his gaze. Lights flash around you, strobing from red to white and back again until they settle on the house lights. 

Soldat began to roll his body with the tempo, blue eyes locked with yours. You could hear the screams behind him as he dancing, but neither of you were paying attention. 

His hips circled until he’s seated on your lap, you’re practically nose to nose. He brought his flesh hand to the side of your face and you could feel it trembling against your skin. With him that close you could hear him mutter in some other language that isn’t English, you’re guessing Russian, but you’re not sure. Either way, you felt crushed by his weight and you liked it. You didn't want him to go. 

But the music changed and the lights started to flash again, red, white, and now blue mixed in. Captain America joined the two of you on stage and Soldat slipped from your lap. Just as Thor and Loki had before, these two moved around each other like they were made from the same mold. 

During the fight, pieces of clothing were tossed aside and at one point you were freed from your bonds. Soldat pulled you up from your chair and up against his chest, your backside pressed so tightly against him you could almost feel his heartbeat. He moved you with him as he continued to fight the Captain.

Until seconds before the song ended and the music swelled, the Captain landed one good blow to Soldat and sandwiched you between them. The Winter Soldier recalibrated and recognized his old friend and you. He pulled the Captain into a big bear hug and then picked you up bridal style, taking you off stage with cheers from the crowd.

Once you’re all off stage, he sat you down with a hearty laugh. “You did a fantastic job, sweetheart,” the Soldier praised, running his metal hand through his chin length brown hair. “Couldn’t have asked for a better dance partner.” Flushed from embarrassment and arousal, you continued to stare at him until you were joined by the Captain. “I told you she’d be great, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, Buck, you know how to pick ‘em,” the blond agreed with a smile.

“Thanks,” you replied breathlessly, finally coming out of your stupor. “That was… fun. I’m just going to go back to my seat now, I guess.”

“Wait,” the one named “Buck” jumped to stop you, “we were wondering if you wanted a private show?” You heard about those from Tara. You knew that they were exclusive and very expensive… and sometimes had happy endings. They seemed to sense your hesitation because they both added in unison as they eyed you up like you were a four course meal, “For free.”

“I never turn down free anything,” you shrugged. The pair turned to look at each other and their smiles turned to wicked grins. You aren’t sure what you got yourself into, but you’re pretty sure you were going to enjoy it.

a/n: Part Two coming soon... with smut!

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Blood toxicity: 0% [3/3] - Tony Stark

[IRON MAN 2 / Transcripts: x]

a whole story in this film

Tony Stark x Reader

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genre: slight angst and fluff

warning: mention of death, strong language

words: 2,497 words

(gifs not mine)

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Stark Industries. Y/N office, she's on the phone, always on the phone. "Yes, but despite the events in Monaco, our company's fundamentals remain extremely strong. Yes, indeed. His mansion, too." When she sees Tony walk in, she raises her pointer finger to stop him. "Yeah."

Bill O'Reilly, who has a television background, discusses Y/N and Tony. 'When Mr. Stark announced he was indeed Iron Man, he was making a promise to America. We trusted that he would look out for us. He did not.'

"It is." Y/N on her phone, "Burt… No. Why are we back to the suit again? I think we are clear with that."

Bill O'Reilly: "And now we learn that his secretary with her 'very' especially legal counsel in-house position …A woman named Y/M/N "Y/N" Y/L/N, has been appointed as CEO of Stark Industries. What are her qualifications? She good enough to be the CEO of the largest tech conglomerate?"

"No." Y/N glances at the television; the reporter is mocking her in the media house right now. "That's not going to happen. No… Burt... Burt... Burt, pay attention, pay attention. Do not tell me we have minor problems every day. We are gradually collapsing."

Bill O'Reilly: "Miss Y/L/N has done nothing to manage this terrible..."

"Mute," Tony says, unobtrusively checking his boxes and items in the corner. "I'm going to get this stuff out of here."

"Well, then, tell the President to sign an order. We'll talk about it at the Expo." Y/N sighs. Tony pulls back a sheet and discovers the same model as seen in the video with his father's boxes, as Natasha suggested.

"Just take a break with that. Hammer's giving some presentation tomorrow evening. Will Tony Stark be there?" Y/N turned her head stared at Tony, who had placed a plums box on her desk and was about to pull up a chair confront of hers. "Will I?"

"No, he will not. Bye." Tony's behavior has irritated Y/N. She hangs up the phone.

"I would like to be. Got a minute?"

"Nope."

"Come on, you just got off the phone. You're fine. 30 seconds." Y/N looked down at her watch, reluctantly giving him time and counting. "Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight."

"I was just driving over here. You're mad and, I thought I was coming to apologize, but I'm not."

"You- You didn't come here to apologize?" Y/N exclaimed uncertainty.

"Look, that goes without saying, and I'm working on that. But, I haven't been entirely upfront with you, and I just want to try to make good." Tony is desperate to reunite with her. "Can I move this? This is crazy. It's like a Ferris wheel, going. I'm trying to get some."

Y/N is adamant, and her head is shattered. "No."

Tony's attempts to reconcile and disclose his secrets to Y/N have irritated her due to his contradictory messages. "Do you know how short life is? And, if I never got to express… And, by the way, this is somewhat revelatory to me. And I don't care… I mean, I care. It would be nice. I'm not expecting you to… Look, here's what I'm trying to say. I’m just gonna say it."

"Let me stop you right here, okay? Because if you say 'I' one more time, I'm gonna hurl something at your head, I think. I am trying to run a company. Do you have any idea what that entails?" Tony surrendered with a nod. "People are relying on you to be Iron Man and, you've disappeared, and all I'm doing is putting out your fires and taking the heat of it. I am trying to do the job that you were meant to do." Y/N glimpse at the plums. "Did you bring me plums? Did you know that there's only one thing on Earth that I'm allergic to?"

"Allergic the plum, yeah. This is progress, Y/N. I knew there was a correlation between you and this." Tony receives a soft smile from Y/N. He returns the big grin.

"Leave now."

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Y/N, Pepper, Natalie, and Happy attended the Stark Expo to witness Justin Hammer's latest military marvel: a series of humanoid combat drones. On stage, he's doing a dance routine.

"Well, today, my friends, the press is faced with quite a difficult problem. Ladies and gentlemen. Today I present to you the new face of the United States military. The Hammer drone+" Drones rise out of the stage as he calls names." Hammer introduces them one by one. "Army! Navy! Air Force! Marines! Yeah! Yeah! Woo! That’s a hell of a lot better than some cheerleaders, let me tell you. But as revolutionary as this technology is, there will always be a need for man to be present in the theatre of war."

At the same time, Tony synthesizes his new element at the Malibu mansion, creating a new, perfected Arc Reactor that cures his palladium poisoning. And he realized Hammer had Ivan Vanko, the man who had tried to kill him in Monaco, released from prison and his death staged before transporting him to his personal secret storage facility where they could talk privately. When Y/N is there, he doesn't feel so good, so he suits up and races to the Stark Expo.

Y/N was unimpressed by Hammer's desperate need to outmatch Tony in his presentation; however, she was taken aback when Hammer revealed that he had recruited Rhodes as the pilot for the War Machine Armor: Mark I. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am delighted to present to you the very first prototype of the Variable Threat Response Battle Suit, as well as its pilot, Air Force Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes!"

"What!?" Y/N begins to call Tony, but he has only just arrived. Unfortunately, Ivan betrays Hammer, who has complete control of both the drones and Rhodes' new armor, and Tony arrives just as they launch an attack inside the presentation hall.

"Tony!" Y/N answers the phone. "All of these people are in danger. We need to get them out of there asap. For the next five minutes, you must have trust in me. It's Ivan Vanco." Y/N takes a look around. "What? He's alive?"

A large gun from one of Hammer's drones is aimed at Tony. Drones and Rhodey launch missiles at him. Rhodey flees the scene after shooting the Iron Man. Tony begins to fly up, and all of the glasses from the ceiling fall. "Stop stopping! Take everyone outside! Rhodey's entire system has been hacked!"

"Get up, get up." Y/N beckons her girls in hurried, "Pepp, you're coming with me. Natalie- No- Nat, are you able to take people out here?" Nat nods and walks away. Y/N led Pepper, who was perplexed by her hand, backstage to the hall. They both hear Hammer conversing with someone.

"Sir, he's locked us out of the mainframe!"

"Who's locked you out of the mainframe?" Y/N entering toward them. "Please, please, go away. Go away. I've got this handled. In fact, if your man hadn't shown up, this wouldn't be happening, okay?" Hammer told her and went back to his technician. "Listen, we got to get these bitches out of here."

Both Y/N and Pepper blurt loudly. "What?"

Y/N temper grabs Hammer and tacks him to the desk, twisting his arm behind his back. "Who's behind this?" Pepper is mind-blowing at this. Y/N has no time to be concerned, she twists his arm even more. "Who!"

"Ivan. Vanko- Ivan!"

Y/N is leaning in close to Hammer's face. "Where?" He gives up on the answers. "At my facility." Y/N let him go. Pepper dials the NYPD number while Y/N uses her belt to bind Hammer's hand and a leg to the computer desk. Pepper summons Nat and Happy go to Hammer Industries; Vanco must be there.

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Pepper is waiting for Y/N to pack their belongings. "Nat, did you call Natalie 'Nat'? Are you two friends now?" Y/N laughs as he realizes Pepper is envious of her. "She's the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Natasha Romanoff. Spying on us to find out where Tony going to die from the reactor."

Frozen pepper. "Oh. Oh my! Is he going to die?"

"He discovered a new element. Do you know what's a shame? He hasn't told me anything about it until now." Y/N's glum on her face. "When did you find out?" As she asks, Pepper picks up Y/N's device. "Just a thought. Jarvis told me after we returned from Monaco."

"I'm sure he won't tell you." Without a doubt, Pepper. "You know I'm insane, Pepp."

"You're bad." Walking outside with some police officers, Y/N and Pepper laugh. Pepper informed them. "You should station them at the south, east, and both west exits when they arrive."

"We've already stopped the 7 trains that run into and out of Willets Point." The two girls relievedly nod. "Well. We'd like to thank you all for your hard work this evening." Y/N told them.

They responded back. "It's no problem, Ms. Y/L/N."

"Well, have city buses there to ferry people to operating lines." Pepper put down her phone. "Yeah. Are you coming with us?" The tall man asked.

"Coming?" Pepper turns to look at her. "No, you better go with them. I think I'm gonna stay until to park is clear." Y/N carry on her bag on her shoulder. "Good night, guys."

"All right, goodbye." They're all walking out in unison.

Y/N stood alone at the Expo entrance, surrounded by thousands of wrecked drones scattered on the ground. Tony is calling, and she is about to answer, but all of the destroyed drones sound an alarm with a glowing red dot in the center.

"Oh, my god, it's a bomb! Oh my god!" Y/N wants to escape. However, she can't. The drones were also inside the hall, and she had nowhere to go at this point. A bomb's everywhere!

Y/N took a look down the corridor. "Y/N!" When the drone she was looking at exploded along with the others, Tony sent her flying to a rooftop with no more drones and a dangerous area, Tony swooped in and saved her in an instant. He snatched Y/N just in time, and she freaked out in the midst of the explosions. "Oh—Oh—Oh, God!" She screams and grabs his shoulder with both hands. Tony tries to console. "Hold on, honey. You are not in any danger." His strong armor arm grabs her waist and safely lands her somewhere on a rooftop.

The Iron Man's helmet was damaged from the final battle. Y/N's entire body was weak and still clinging to Tony's hand. She slams her hand against the armor chest, shivering after her near-death experience. In fright, Y/N covers her eyes with her fists. "Oh, my God! I can't take this anymore!" She combs her hair with her hands.

They were arguing and yelling at each other. "You can't?" Tony unecstatic. Y/N readily admits. "I can't take this!"

"Just look at me!" Tony's comment causes Y/N to fend away from him. "My body literally cannot handle the stress. I never know if you're gonna— kill yourself, or—or—or w— wreck the whole company! You didn't tell me you're dying. That's blatant!"

"Why? I'm not dying now!" As Tony shouts, the Y/N's voice becomes raspy backward. "Oh, please! I'm not ok at all!"

"I think I did okay!" Everything was on fire, exploding drones behind them both. Another blast from the Expo. Just as Tony is about to finish speaking.

Y/N glances at the ruins, "I quit. I'm resigning. Tell me you'll be fine with that."

Tony stop short. "What did you just say? You're done? You need breakups?" He looks down, pained, at the ground. "That's surprising. No, it's not surprising. I get it. You don't have to make excuses." Y/N faltered as they instinctively moved closer together. "I'm… I'm… I'm not making any excuses."

"You were just making excuses. But you don't have to." He watches at Y/N, who is panting.

"Tony. I wasn't making an excuse. I'm actually very justified." He presses his hand against her bare shoulder. Only the warm metal can be felt by Y/N, which hurts. "Listen. Hey, hey. You deserve better."

Y/N has widened eyes and no expression. Didn't expect Tony to tell her that. "Well…"

"You've taken such good care of me. I've been in a tough spot, but you got me through it, so… Right?"

"Thank you." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever you need." Tony smiles sickly. "Yeah. Your CV with the first day on aboard." She returns a soft smile, feels better that he recalls their first meeting mostly ten years ago. "Such a great hell."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's talk clean-up. What about the press? Because you only had the job for a week. Our relations seems to…"

"Be with you it's like dog years!" Y/N revert to yelling mode. Tony smirks as he takes her hands in his. "I know."

"I mean, it's like the President—" Tony wraps his arms around her waist. Giving the first kiss to her. By taking it gradually, it feels like a sparkly.

Y/N hesitated to place her hand, it feels awkward at first, but it's most comfortable when his lips are moving on hers a second later. He stroked her back with his hand at her lower waist. Her hand was resting on his neck.

Even though there was a lot of dust everywhere, the two of them kept it cozy all around.

Tony tenderly moved up Y/N's chin as their foreheads touched after they broke apart the kiss. "Weird?"

"No, it's not weird."

"It's okay, right?"

"Yeah."

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too."

"Run that by me again? I've just stolen your first kiss." When they went to kiss again, Y/N giggled and smiled.

"I think it was weird," Rhodey spoke out. Y/N and Tony turn around, they see him sitting with the armor. They quickly leave. "You guys look like two seals fighting over a grape."

Tony continues to hold Y/N's hand while she chokes. "We just split up. I- I quit." Tony concurs with her. "Alright, so we're not..."

"You are not needed to do that. I was able to hear the entire conversation." Rhodey chuckles. "Did you just share your first kiss? I assumed you were already-"

Y/N and Tony both scold bashfully at Rhodey. Tony makes a mark on his friend. "You should get lost."

"I was here first. Get another roof."

"I thought you were out of one-liners."

"That's the last one." As Tony comments, Rhodey gets up. "You kicked ass back there, by the way."

"Thank you. You too. Listen, my car got taken out in the explosion, so I'm gonna have to hang on to your suit for a minute, okay?"

"Not okay. Not okay with that."

"It wasn't a question." Rhodey smiled at then takes off. On the rooftop, there is only have broken-up and made-up couple.

Tony's turns Y/N to his chest made her laugh happily. "How are you gonna resign if I don't accept?"

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- fin! aha!!!! -

[127-mile]

Lay low.

Pairing: Jaehyun x female reader.

Genre: The purge, gang!au, established relationship | Angst, fluff, suggestive.

Warnings: Brief mention of mature content, but it stops as soon as it starts (nothing more than a few kisses happen), strong language, home invasion, weapons, blood, injuries, minor characters’ deaths.

Plot: Being Jaehyun’s girlfriend is nice, until purge night where it becomes more dangerous to be around all because Jaehyun refused to lay low.

Word count: +5k.

A/N: This is part of @kpopscape​‘s 21st purge event.

EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM.

"This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and medical emergency services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning 7 am when the Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all."

Jaehyun watches with amusement as you repeat the words scrolling on the blue screen of the television, but he winces when he hears the siren that has grown more and more annoying as the years went by.

"Are the doors and windows locked?" you ask, standing up from the couch. Jaehyun cackles when he sees you trying to open the nearest window, and he clears his throat. "Baby, if you keep trying to open it, it'll set the alarm off." you stop right in front of yet another window, and you turn on your heels. "Couldn't you tell me before I tried?"

"I did not think it was useful, as I told you Johnny would take care of everything an hour before it starts." Jaehyun stands up, and he stops once he is behind you. "Did something go wrong last year?" he asks, pressing his chest against your back, and you shake your head. "And the year before that?" his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, and you feel a shiver running down your spine. "Nothing."

"Then, there is no reason for something to happen tonight." he whispers, and he is wrong because there are a lot of reasons for something to happen tonight, you know it, and you are sure that he knows it too. "Do you promise?" he grabs your caist, and he forces your to face him, the shadow of a smirk on his face. "I promise."

You open your mouth, but instead of letting you speak, he leans in to kiss you. "What are you doing?" you ask in a laugh without kissing him back, which only makes Jaehyun growl softly. "We have twelve hours to kill, so I'm finding us an occupation." of course he would propose something like that.

"You don't want to watch a movie? Read a book?" you ask in a whisper when his lips slide down your neck. "I would rather watch you." you roll your eyes but when he bites on the skin, a rather loud moan escapes your lips. "Bedroom, bedroom right now." the noise Jaehyun lets out is way too funny for the current situation.

He takes your hand and walks to the bedroom, he closes the door behind you but before you can make a move towards the bed, he presses you against said door. "I love you." he whispers before diving back for a kiss. Jaehyun is such a good kisser, you could spend hours doing nothing but kill him. There is nothing soft or sweet in the way he kisses, but you would not change any of it.

You know he does this to change your mind, he knows you are not the biggest fan of the purge, who is? And you are not going to say no. He licks your lower lip, and you open your mouth to grant him access, be before he can do anything, a hard knock against the door startle you. "What the fuck?"

Jaehyun does not move, but he is annoyed. "What?" he asks, and you know whoever is behind that door is going to spend a really bad night. "Jaehyun, you need to come and see this." he growls, and you push yourself off of the door so Jaehyun can open it. "See what? I'm busy here, can't it wait tomorrow?"

Johnny shakes his head, and Jaehyun makes a sound low in his throat. "You really need to see this, it's important!" he curses, and he leaves the bedroom, not without grabbing your hand on his way out. "Hey, Y/n." Johnny says with a stupid grin on his face, and you roll your eyes. "Hey, idiot."

Johnny leads them to the security room where all the surveillance camera screens are installed. Taeyong and Doyoung look worried, and you wonder what is happening for them to bother Jaehyun when he clearly stated that he did not want anyone near his quarter until the of the purge.

"So, what is so urgent?" he mumbles, sitting down on the office chair, making you sit on his lap, arms wrapped around your waist. "This. This is urgent." Taeyong says, showing one of the screens. It shows the front of the house, and you frown when you see at least 6 people. "Oh, come on."

This is what you were talking about Jaehyun said there was no reason for something to happen tonight. This year was not the quietest for the Neos, so it was expected. "They have a lot of weapons, but everything is locked, right?" you ask in a small voice.

"Yes, of course, I checked at least thrice." Mark answers from his side of the room, and you turn your head towards him, he is so discreet that you did not even notice him when you entered. "Then we don't have to worry about anything, right? Right?" you nibble on your lower lip when none of the men answer. You hate this.

"Johnny, get everyone in the meeting room in five minutes. Mark, stay here and call us if anything happens." both men nod, and you stand up when Jaehyun pats your thigh. "What do I do?" you ask, following Jaehyun out of the room, and he turns on his heels. "Go find the kids, stay with them and try to pretend nothing is happening, we don't need them to find out and to freak out."

"Alright, alright." before leaving, he pecks your lips one last time and he disappears in another room. "Mark, let me know too." Mark nods and you leave the security room. You find most of the kids in the common living room, sitted on the sofas and on the ground, watching an horror movie. Of course they would watch an horror movie during the scariest night of the year.

"What are we watching?" you ask, sitting down beside Kun around the dining table. "I have no idea. There is way too much blood, and way too many girls screaming bloody murder." you giggle, but it must sound fake, because Kun looks at you, eyes narrowed. "Why are you here? I thought you would spend the night with Jaehyun, like you do every year."

"Everything is fine, Jaehyun had something urgent to take care of." yes, you do not feel like saying that Jaehyun has to take care of a bunch of armed people, ready to make them pay for whatever they did during this year. "What are you hiding? You are acting weird." he asks, head tilted to the side, and you hate the way he is looking at you, the intensity of his gaze, because you know you are going to cave-in and tell him everything.

But you do not have to say anything when a loud thud is heard in front of the door. One of the boys payse the movie, and all of their eyes turn towards the door. "Tell me." you stand up, and trying to stop the boys to check by themselves is harder than you thought it would be. "Go to the basement. All of you, lock yourself in and stay quiet, I have something to ask to Mark."

"Don't play the superhero, Y/n, and come with us." Kun says, grabbing your hand but you free yourself from his grip right away. "I have something to do. Now, go!" Kun gathers all of the kids, and you see the basement's door close behind them just when another thud is heard, louder this time and you are pretty sure you saw the door shake.

This can't be fucking happening.

You run to the security room, and you can't even begin to explain what emotions are on Mark's face when you push the door. He looks absolutely frightened and his eyes are shining with tears. "What is going on?" you ask, approaching the screens. Now, the men can be seen on multiple of the screens, which mean, they are surrounding the house.

"I have no idea. I told Jaehyun and he said he is taking care of it." he says in a voice so small that your heart breaks a little bit. "I told Kun and the boys to lock themselves in the basement, you should go and join them." Mark shakes his head. "I can't. Jaehyun asked me to be here."

"I do not ware what Jaehyun said, you are too young to be in the house. You have to be in safety with the others. So go, I'll take care of the cameras." Mark seems to think about it, but he stands up. "Give me the phone." he does just that, and he leaves the room at a rapid pace.

You dial Jaehyun's number, and the man answers right away. "Mark, what do you see?" you bite your lower lip, because you know you are in for a big argument, but it is what it is. "It's not Mark, it's me. Mark went to the basement with the others."

"What? Why? You should be in the basement too, Y/n!" he says, his voice as sharm as the knife you see a man raise in front of a camera. "Ten and Jungwoo are still in their rooms, I have to go and get them. You take care of whatever mess you brought in this house, and I'm taking care of putting everyone to safety."

"Please, for the love of God, stay safe too. I don't know how long we'll be able to keep the doors close, so take a gun with you, there is one in one of the drawers of my desk." you nod even though he can't see you. "I will. Please, be careful too." he hums and you hang up. Maybe you should have told him that you loved him, in case you do not have the chance to tell him after tonight.

You head for Jaehyun's office, and like he said, you find a gun in the bottom drawer of his desk. Opening the padlock was easy, as it is your birth day. You stop moving to listen, but no sound come to your ears. There are two options: either the men decided to stop. Either you are too far away from the entrance to hear anything.

Or the third option, they are comploting to open the doors and the windows. But you do not want to think about this option, it is way too scary. You take Mark's phone, and you dial Ten's number, but he doesn't answer, nor does Jungwoo. "Fucking hell." you muster, you are going to teach them a lesson. They need to learn to answer their fucking phones, especially on purge night.

You are in the middle of the staircase when you hear the sound of broken glass. They found a way in, but it did not sound close, so you should be safe once upstairs. At least you hope you will, because if you die, or end up being injured, Jaehyun is going to kill whoever decided to not force you into the basement.

When you find Ten's room, you open the door. You do not have the time to knock, and you do not want to attract anyone's attention. Ten is on his bed, headphones in his ears and you can hear his music from the door. He is in for a big surprise, you think as you hit his arm.

"Stay quiet." you say as soon as he takes his headphones off. "What is going on?" he asks, already on his feet. "The house is surrounded, and a window was broken on my way here." his eyes widen, and you grab his hand. "We have to find the others, and you have to join Kun and the boys in the basement."

"Do you have anything that could work as a weapon?" you ask, and he looks around before grabbing a baseball bat. I will not hurt as much as a bullet, but it is better than nothing. "Let's go find Jungwoo." he nods, and you leave the bedroom. Now, the noises are way clearer.

You hear hushed conversation, but unfortunately, you do not know if it belongs to the Neos or the men trying to break in. "Jungwoo is not in his room." Ten finally says and you turn on your heels to face him. "What? Where is he?"

"The gaming room, with Taeil." oh for god's sake.

The gamine room is far enough from the front door that they probably will not think about checking it, but it is downstairs, which mean you have to get close to the front door to join them. "What happened to everyone stays in their bedrooms or in the living room."

"I know, I told him, but because Jaehyun said nothing would happen, they thought it was safe to go there." well, they thought wrong, and you hope you'll live long enough to give them a piece of your mind. "Listen to me, Ten. I am going to get them, you are going to the basement."

"No, I'm not leaving you alone." Ten is too stubborn for his own good, so you know you won't have the last word. "Let's go then. Walk on the right side of the steps, they don't creak."

Getting down the stairs is quick, but also complicated. You have to stop every time you hear a noise, and you hear a lot of these. "Did you check upstairs?" someone asks, and you stop abruptly. "Not yet." another person answers and you are ready to go back up, but you lock eyes with a stranger at the same moment.

"Wha-" you grab Ten's baseball bat, and before the man can alerts someone else, you hit him square in the head with the bat. Shooting him would have been more efficient, but also too loud ro remain unnoticed. "Let's go before he wakes up."

You look on your left, and on your right and when you see nothing, you start to run towards the gaming room. At least, the idiots who entered the Neo's house decided to keep the light on. It makes the whole ordeal easier, and also more dangerous.

When you try to turn the door handle, nothing happens. The door is locked. You knock softly, putting your ear against it but you hear nothing. "Taeil, Jungwoo, it's me, open the door." you repeat a few times, and when the door finally opens, it is on a scared Jungwoo, cheeks glistening with tears.

"Ten, Ten!" the man looks frozen on the spot, and you have to grab his arm to push him inside of the room, just in time as a bullet ends against the wall where his head was. "Fuck!" he yells, locking the door. "There! There are people in this room!" the shooter says.

"Both of you. If we survive, I'm going to murder you myself, I promise." you say through gritted teeth to the two men. "Hide behind the couch." you oder and they obey. So, it's not all bad to be Jaehyun's girlfriend, you think. You have a little bit of authority over them.

You try to call Jaehyun, but he does not answer, so you choose to send him a text instead.

To Jaehyun - We are in the gaming room, they saw us and they have guns. Are you okay?

From Jaehyun - Don't move, we are coming.

To Jaehyun - Make them leave, we don't need help right now.

Well, they do need help but having them out of the house is way more important than being savec. Even if they only have a gun and a baseball bat, they can protect themselves. If the men find the door to the basement, they won't be able to protect each other, so they are not the more important right now.

From Jaehyun - We'll come and get you when it is safe.

You walk back when voices are heard on the other side of the door. "Little bird, would you please open the door?" the stranger asks, and you want to scoff. Jaehyun would kill him if he heard him give you a petname without his accord. "Because if you do not open yourself, I will have to open it myself, and I won't be as nice."

"If you are ready to get your head blow up, then come on in, be my guest, I'm waiting." being Jaehyun's girlfriend is bad sometimes, because of your self-confidence. A self-confidence that could get them killed, yes.

You would be lying if you said you were expecting the man to stop trying to break in, but he does. And the door does not hold on for more than a couple of hits with a heavy object against it. "Hello little bird."

You get the gun from your back pocket, but of course, of fucking course, it is nowhere to be found. You probably lost it in the stairs when you grabbed Ten's baseball bat. "Oh, did you lose something little bird?" he asks, taking a few steps forwards, and you take a step back each time he does.

He stops moving when you are backed up against the window, you have nowhere to go, nowhere to run. You lock eyes with Jungwoo, and the man stands up as silently as he can and you see what he does. He grabs the pocket knife he still has in his jacket, just in case. And if you complained about said knife before, you take back everything you said.

"Maybe I should keep you, you pretty bird." you tilt your head to the side, and you try to ignore the putric breath hitting against your face. "I do not think you could handle me." you shrug and the man starts to lose his temper, and that's what you love so much about men, they can't stand being belittled.

"You bitch." he hisses and it's at that moment that Jungwoo slides the knife in your direction. Now, you need to distract him, or he will never let you get down to grab it. So you do what you do best, you hit him right in the balls with your knee. "You fucking bitch!" he yells, taking a step back, hands cupping his crotch.

You crouch down and you grab the knife and before he can make a move, you stick the blade of the knife in his throat. He opens his mouth to scream, but you hear nothing but a gurgling noise, blood running down the wound and onto his white shirt. And the carpet, which is going to be a mess to clean. "What were you going to say, you bitch?" you ask.

"Let's go."

Ten, Taeil and Jungwoo stand up, and they leave the room together, closing the door as best as they can behind them. You can't lock it unfortunately but it should be fine. It'll take some time for him to bleed out, but he will die.

You find the door to the basement without any problem, and you knock, you know Kun must be behind, waiting to be told it is safe to get out. "Kun, open!" you say and he does right away. "Go on, get down." when Ten, Taeil and Jungwoo are getting down the stairs, you close the door in front of Kun's face.

You should be going downstairs with them, but you are too far down to stop. You have to find Jaehyun, that's all that mattesr for you. Jaehyun, and nothing else, especially now that everyone is safe downstairs.

You quickly stop in the safety room, you have to check the screens to see if more people are outside, but no, the screens are empty. And if only they had cameras inside of the house, it would be easier to track the people down, but no, you have to go blind on a deadly mission you forced upon yourself.

Jaehyun is so going to kill you.

You should have thought twice before deciding to stay in the house, because as soon as you step out of the room, someone grabs you by the neck. "Oh, would you look at that, the boss's girlfriend."

He pushes you against the closest wall, hard enough for your head to hit the wall and you wince. You see stars dancing behind your eyelids, and a pitiful whine leaves your lips. "Oh, did it hurt? That's too bad." the pressure on your airflow decrease and you grab his wrist. "If your boyfriend had decided to lay low like we told him to, we would not be here today." he explains in a low voice.

"At least now, I have a reason for him to come out. Come on, follow me." he lets go of your throat, and before you have time to take a deep breath, he blocks both of your arms behind your back to make it easier for him to walk with you, and more difficult for you to leave. It is useless, so you do not even try to run away, it would cause nothing but harm on you, and on the others.

"Jung Jaehyun, where are you hiding?" the man asks in a loud voice. "I have your girl, so you have no choice but to come out." he ends his sentence with a laugh that brings shills down your spine, that was an unpleasant sound you wish you'll never have to hear again.

"If you don't come out, I'll have no choice than to kill her." he forces you to the ground, a hand on the back of your neck and the next thing your hear is the sound of footsteps. "Let her go." and Jaehyun's angry voice.

"And why would I do that? Did you let go of my brother when I asked you not to kill him, to spare his life?" the man spits and Jaehyun heaves a long sigh. "Your brother hurt one of my boys, he had to pay. Aren't you the one who said an eye for an eye?"

"That's why I'm here. An eye for an eye, your girl has to die, and you'll have to watch her die." you feel the cold of the gun's barrel on the back of your head, and you close your eyes. So that's how it ends, you think. But are you surprised? Not really, your parents told you it would happen when they learned who your boyfriend was.

You could have listened to them, but sometimes, love is so strong that your heart is the first think you listen when you should obviously be listening to your brain.

"Any last word, pretty?" he asks, and you look up at Jaehyun. You saw him mad before, but this is another level. The anger in his eyes is strong, you can feel it burns through your skin, because you know you are part of the reason behind the anger.

"I love you." you say with a soft smile, and the man shakes his head. "I'm a nice man, Jaehyun, so I am giving you the opportunity to tell her something before I kill her." Jaehyun scoffs, fists squeezed so tight that you can see how white and bloody his knuckles are.

"Do you remember our second anniversary," he starts and you frown, this is not the time to talk about the good old day. "this guy tried to flirt with you while we were eating in the park." he does not need to finish, you know what he means, so you nod. "I do remember. I remember everything."

"You remember what I taught you that day?" once again, you nod. This is a memory you will never forget. "I really wish we could do this again." he moves his lips, and you know he is counting.

One.

Two.

"Three." he says out loud, and you throw your head back, knocking the man on the nose. He growls loudly as he falls on his ass from the impact, but at least, it gives enough time for Jaehyun to grab his gun and shoot him in the head. The noise is so loud that you have to cover your ears, eyes closed tight.

Jaehyun talks to you, but you can't hear anything, but you can feel him force you back on your feet and you follow him without saying a word."

"Eh eh, open your eyes." you look up when you feel Jaehyun's hands on your cheeks. He is still angry, but you can also read relief in his eyes, the relief to be reunited with you. "Basement. Now."

He doesn't give you the choice, the door open, and Kun takes your arm to force you down the stairs. Your ears hurt, everything hurt but you know it is nothing but exhaustion.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?" someone asks, and you shake your head when the buzzing finally stops. The boys are all on one side of the basement, pilled against each other. "That's not my blood." it's enough for Kun to stop asking questions.

You ignore how long you spend in the basement, but at some point, you can't hear a thing coming from upstairs. You remember that you still have Mark's phone and when you check, you notice that it is almost 7 am. You must have fallen asleep, because you did not see the hours pass.

When 7 o'clock strikes, the door to the basement opens and the place is suddenly bathed in yellow light. "You can come up now, it's safe."

Johnny.

They all stand up, groggy and sore after so many hours crowded in one spot. You let the boys go up first, and when it's your turn, you brace yourself for the worst.

A few windows are broken, the front door is in three pieces and on the ground, there is blood everywhere and you have to hold onto Jisung's hand when he starts to slip on a pool of someone's blood. "Easy kid, don't hurt yourself." he thanks you in a small voice and you nod.

"Kids, go to your bedrooms. Take a shower, take a nap if you want, Kun and I will call you when breakfast is ready." a few of them refuse, but Taeil does not give them the choice, he leads them upstairs. They do not need to see more of the mess that is the house they were supposed to be safe in.

"Johnny?" you ask, and the man peaks his head from the kitchen's doorframe and he looks terrible. He has a black eye, and bleed is coming out of his forehead. "How are the others?" he shrugs, and a weight falls on your stomach. "Fine. Injured but fine. Jaehyun too."

You heave a long sigh you didn't know you were holding, and you walk past Johnny to join your boyfriend. The man is sitting on a stool, an ice pack against his severly bruised jaw. He is coreved in blood, but it does not look like his blood, which is a real relief.

"Baby." he says when he sees you, and you smile. "Let me do it." you hold the ice pack for him, and he closes his eyes, finally letting his arm rest on the kitchen island. "How are you feeling? Do you need to go to the hospital?" he shakes his head. "No, it's fine. A few cuts and bruises."

"Any of the other boys need to go to the hospital?" Johnny clears his throat, and you turn to face him. "Doyoung. One of the men broke his arm." oh, this must hurt like a bitch, you think. "Do you want me to drive him?" Johnny shakes his head, keys already in his hand. "I'm going, don't worry."

Kun starts to clear up the dining table, before joining them in the kitchen. They all deserve a good breakfast.

"I'm glad you are okay." Jaehyun says and you look at him. "It's only because of you. I should have listened, but I had to find you, I had to make sure you were okay." you put a hand on his cheek and he shrugs. "I was not expecting you to obey, I know you better than anyone else, but it was worth the try."

He is right, he does know you better than anyone in this house. Better than anyone in the world even, parents included. "I love you Y/n." he whispers and you kiss him softly, trying not to hurt him, tasting blood. "I love you even more."

Now comes the worst part of the purge. It is time to clean the blood, to get the bodies out of the house, to put everything in order and to buy whatever was broken during the night. It is also time to help the boys, to apologize for causing so much fear and pain when they promised to protect them no matter what when they first moved in.

It will be hard, and it will take a few days, or weeks but they'll succeed, you know it. Everyone is strong on their own, and even stronger when they are together.

Until next year.

[swan-of-sunrise]

The Winter Soldier (Chapter Three)

Summary: Steve drops by the VA and listens in on one of Sam’s meetings and later that evening, (Y/N) reflects on her unusual day with the super-soldier.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Brief discussion of PTSD

A/N: Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Three (Previous Chapter)

After placing sugar packets and stirring sticks next to the coffee maker, (Y/N) took a seat beside the refreshment table and watched as Sam took his place at the front of the crowded room and began the meeting. One by one, each person would share their struggles with PTSD and how it had affected their lives as civilians; with each person’s story, (Y/N)’s heart clenched in sympathy. These vets have put their lives on the line to protect us, they don’t deserve to suffer, she thought with an inward sigh. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d woken Sam up from a nightmare or had seen him suddenly grow silent and have to distract him from his memories of war. But it was wonderful that people like Sam, people who face the same exact struggles, run programs to help each other out.

Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) turned to see Steve Rogers leaning against the doorframe of the room, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the meeting. Smiling and tugging her sweater tighter around her, (Y/N) turned her attention back to the woman speaking. “The thing is I think it’s getting worse. A cop pulled me over last week, he thought I was drunk. I swerved to miss a plastic bag. I thought it was an IED.”

Sam nodded. “Some stuff you leave there, other stuff you bring back. It’s our job to figure out how to carry it. Is it gonna be in a big suitcase or in a little man-purse? It’s up to you.” Everyone clapped and began standing, so (Y/N) jumped to her feet to man the table. She greeted each person with a smile as they grabbed cookies and filled their cups with coffee, delighted to see so many new faces among the usual crowd. After about twenty minutes of mingling and making small talk, the crowd started to leave so she decided to begin packing up the refreshments as Sam bid them goodbye out in the hallway.

“Don’t take those away those cookies just yet, darlin’, I wanna bring one home to my gran’daughter.”

(Y/N) looked up to see Gary, an older man with an incredibly bushy grey beard and a Vietnam War veteran’s baseball cap, and she smiled brightly before offering him the half-full container. “Take the whole thing if you’d like, Gary, and be sure to say hello to Katie for me!”

That made Gary grin toothily as he took the container. “You know, darlin’, you’re sweeter than this whole damn box of cookies. I’ll be seein’ you next week!” (Y/N) gave him a small wave and resumed cleaning as he limped away.

“You’re pretty popular around here.”

She turned away from the coffee pot and smiled when she saw Steve standing before her, his blue eyes glimmering and his hands shoved in his pockets. “If I am, it’s only ‘cause I give away free cookies; the vets that visit all have a massive sweet-tooth, you know.”

“Are you a vet, too?”

“Nah, I just work here.” She tossed several used paper coffee cups into the trash and chuckled. “A year ago, when I finally graduated with my master’s degree, I started writing my novel and since I was writing about soldiers and government agents I needed to interview some about their personal experiences. So, I decided to come down to the VA. I met with Sam, who had just started working here, and asked if I could interview some people for my writing. He agreed, and I spent the whole day just talking to the vets. All sorts of vets, too; men, women, old, young, you name it. And at the end of the day, after hearing about their struggles with PTSD and how hard their lives became once they returned to civilian life, I went back to Sam and asked if he needed any part-time employees. He said yes, and we’ve been best friends ever since.” Steve smiled, and the impressed look he was giving her caused her to blush so she hurriedly changed the subject. “So, did everything work out earlier? It’s just that it seemed a little serious, so I hope that everything’s okay.”

Steve’s smile fell a little but he nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine…I was just visiting a friend who hasn’t been doing too well lately.”

(Y/N) impulsively placed a comforting hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, that sounds difficult. I hope they get better soon.” The ghost of a sympathetic smile pulled at the corner of her mouth and Steve’s eyes softened after a moment; realizing that her hand was still resting on his arm, she hastily withdrew it and began folding the tablecloth to keep her hands busy. “Um, Sam and I were planning on going out to dinner after we finish packing up, you’re welcome to join us if you want.”

She glanced up at him and saw a glint of something in his eyes, but it disappeared before she could get a closer look. “Thanks for the offer but I’ll have to pass; I’ve already got some plans later…”

“That’s okay, maybe next time!” (Y/N) smiled, but inside she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment.

Just then, Sam walked into the room with a stack of pamphlets in his hands. “Pretty good turnout today, huh? Five new faces and Captain America!”

Steve chuckled. “Well, I’m glad that I stopped by.” He glanced at the clock on the wall before continuing, “I should probably get going, but it was good to see you two again.”

(Y/N) shook his hand. “I’m not gonna lie, it was a little weird seeing you in your own exhibit earlier but it was great hanging out with you!”

“You too, and good luck with For Queen and Country, I’ll keep my eye out for it in the bookshops.” His bright smile caused her heartbeat to once-again quicken as their hands dropped.

“It was good seeing you too, Cap, you made me look really awesome in front of Maria, so thanks for that.” Sam grinned and shook his outstretched hand.

“Glad I could help, Sam; see you two around!” Steve gave them a small wave before turning and walking out of the room.

Tearing her eyes away from the doorway, (Y/N) resumed her cleaning and glanced at Sam. “What do you feel like tonight, Thai or burgers?”

Sam grinned and began unplugging the coffee maker. “Burgers. So, did you have a nice day chilling with your new boyfriend, Booksmart?”

“Sam…”

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Later that evening, (Y/N) sat down at her desk and put her music on shuffle before flicking through her notebook to the pages of notes she’d taken that day at the Smithsonian. She bit back a smile when she recognized the difference between the carefully printed notes she’d taken by herself versus the illegible scribbles taken from the elderly security guard’s long-winded explanations. He was kind of a fast talker, wasn’t he, she thought to herself; as a way of honoring the enthusiastic old man, she ultimately decided to name one of her minor characters after him.

“Stan.” She sounded out the name and gave a satisfied nod. “Yeah, that’s got a nice ring to it…”

(Y/N), now finally having all the information she needed to best describe Soviet Cold War missiles, wrote for nearly three hours straight, only taking breaks to skip songs or to glance down at her notes. She would’ve probably continued writing well into the next morning except that her eyesight was beginning to blur around the edges, an unfortunate symptom of exhaustion.

Well, you have had a pretty busy day today, (Y/N) silently reasoned as she saved her evening’s progress and booted down her laptop. Since Sam was already fast asleep in the room across the hall, she went about her bedtime routine as quietly as she could, washing her face and brushing her teeth before tiptoeing back into her room. She slipped on her mismatched pajama set and was about to crawl into bed when the record player on her bedside table caught her eye. Making her way over to what Sam affectionately called ‘The DJ Bookcase,’ she scanned the shelf devoted solely to her record collection until the right one stood out to her, and then she carefully placed the record on the turntable and lowered the needle. After a moment, the soft tones of Glenn Miller’s ‘Stardust’ filled her room and with a smile, she finally got into bed and turned to watch the record spinning on the turntable.

Thoughts of the super-soldier who’d inspired her choice in bedtime music began to fill her mind, making her smile softly to herself. (Y/N) had enjoyed seeing Steve again, even if it had been in a highly unconventional place like the Smithsonian, and she quietly marveled at how effortless it had been to talk to the larger-than-life man. He really was different from how the history books portrayed him: not only was he kind and polite, but he was also intelligent, sarcastic and extremely understanding. Also a little lost, I expect, (Y/N) thought, remembering his guarded expressions and withdrawn replies whenever she’d ask him a personal question; it couldn’t be easy adjusting to a brand-new reality, especially without a fixed support system to rely on.

“Hopefully he ends up getting the help he needs.” (Y/N) murmured to herself, her sleepy eyes continuing to watch the rotating record as more thoughts of Steve Rogers filled her mind.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all liked my little Stan Lee cameo in this chapter and the last :) I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4BenknAqQQnOWY8NmSa23V

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Chapter Four

“The Winter Soldier” Masterlist

[vixxscifiwritings]

reflections in wisps

Length - 2457 words

Characters - Seokjin x Jaehwan, BTS Ensemble

Rating - Teen and Up

Summary - Seokjin knows he won’t have Jaehwan for long. The illusion of their love is a false reflection in the fading wisps of feelings they once harboured for each other.

Series

Tag List -  @tomatoholmes @merlionmen @seraphistols  @k-craze-97 @blossomtearsleo

-

“You’re smoking again”

“I was wondering when you would notice it and ask me to stop”

“I don’t think asking would have actually made you stop.”

“I guess not”

-

When Jaehwan returns, he apologises to Seokjin.

Jaehwan apologises but makes no excuses. It’s part of what Seokjin likes about Jaehwan. He has no lies or cover ups or excuses. He comes down to the fancy apartment they share in the ‘right side’ of town after disappearing for days and tells him he is sorry.

He doesn’t tell Seokjin what he is sorry for and Seokjin doesn’t ask because there are things he should be sorry for and he doesn’t tell Jaehwan about them either.

Instead they kiss. It’s easier to be lost in the way Jaehwan’s lips on his skin give him goosebumps and how the warmth of someone else feels just right when he has been deprived for so long. Sex doesn’t require thinking. Sex doesn’t even require feelings if you are doing it right.

And so he kisses Jaehwan back and let’s the thoughts in his head be drowned out behind white noise.

-

Seokjin grows up in a house in the posh suburbs to the east of the city. He grows up in a small two storeyed house with a flower bed in the front yard and a white picket fence all around. He even had a sugar glider briefly but he forgets the name.

His life changes drastically when his father decides to run for the local government body. Suddenly his family is thrust into the limelight and his father’s PR team decides to use the opportunity to broadcast how virtuous and well behaved they are.

His mother and brother fare better under the scrutiny. His mother is traditional and believes in supporting her husband and hence has no problem playing the part of the loving partner. His brother is ambitious. He studies business in a prestigious business school and starts his own business, riding on his father’s fame. He humbly attributes his success to the values his parents instilled in him at any public event and even marries the daughter of their father’s biggest sponsor for campaigns.

Seokjin does what any sensible young adult would when faced with life changing events out of their control.

Seokjin rebels.

He goes to the local art college to study filmmaking. Despite his gorgeous face, he becomes an assistant director with a non-profit organization that works to raise awareness about issues plaguing modern society through films. And as the last nail in the proverbial coffin of his good boy image, he starts to date Lee Jaehwan. A good for nothing who brings no addition to their family’s social status, his grandmother announces over a family dinner and Seokjin kisses Jaehwan in front of everyone to “console him”.

-

“Try not to give someone an aneurysm” Hoseok pleads, adjusting Seokjin’s wonky bow tie.

“I make no promises,” Seokjin says with a devilish smile.

“Okay. I’ll treat you to coffee for a month if you can wait till after the auction has concluded before offending someone with a witty remark” Hoseok says.

“Of course I am not gay, I am merely waiting for the right girl to make an honest man out of me. Of course my parents are doing well, I called them just the other day. Yes my brother’s business is doing great, I am very proud. If only I was more like him” Seokjin says in a shrill voice and Hoseok gives up on any hopes he has.

Seokjin follows his friend who navigates through the crowd and talks to the crowd attending the art exhibition he has curated. It has the most ostentatious, the creme de la creme of society in attendance and Hoseok has high hopes to earn the profits he needs to keep the museum running tonight. And Seokjin is many things but not a bad friend so he sticks to the flutes of champagne supplied helpfully by the servers and makes a polite comment here and there but says nothing more.

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Hoseok asks, when he finds Seokjin looking at one of the modern art pieces on display. It’s a realist painting of a diner in a small town. The diner has large glass panels that lets the onlooker see inside and note the people sitting down by it and a waiter serving them from behind the counter.

“What’s the story behind this?” Seokjin asks. The diner is dreary to look at and inspires no strong emotions but that is how real life is. Nothing interesting ever happens and Seokjin can hardly blame the artist for depicting the truth of the world. It’s also surprisingly devoid of people and meaningful interaction, like it is an image of a lonely time, sliced out of the flow of time and captured on canvas. It’s how most of his nights look now but Seokjin quickly squashes the depressing reminder.

“Nighthawks by Edward Hopper. A classic modern art piece” Hoseok tells him. “It’s supposed to be a comment about loneliness in the urban lifestyle of the 1940s America.”

“Still holds,” Seokjin says, taking a sip of his champagne. His cheeks burn with warmth but he ignores it.

“Is it already bid for?”

“Not very high if you’re thinking about buying it. Everyone is going for the more well known modern art pieces or the fancier classics” Hoseok says. Seokjin takes a cheque book out of his jacket. He didn’t intend on using it tonight but life has never gone the way he intended it at any time.

-

“What do you think?” Seokjin asks once the crew from the museum installs the painting in the living room and leaves.

Jaehwan looks at the painting and says nothing. Seokjin knows he hates it. But it is magnanimous of him not to voice it immediately. The painting has grown on Seokjin and he can’t bring himself to regret the small fortune he has spent on it.

“I like it” Seokjin responds when Jaehwan doesn’t. He reaches out and adjusts the painting so that it is perfectly parallel to the edges of the wall.

“Why this specific painting?” Jaehwan asks.

“I liked the irony of a social place being used to depict loneliness. It spoke to me spiritually” Seokjin says. He goes on to add the analysis of the painting that Hoseok gave him about loneliness and despair and how the want of company and comfort is a thing that hasn't changed over decades and continents.

"You could add a funky neon sign with a few letters blinking or not lit up and it would be any themed diner here in South Korea" Seokjin jokes before admiring the way the painting looks on the light cream coloured walls of the apartment.

Jaehwan stares at the painting and never looks at it again for the remainder of the night.

-

Things almost go back to normal but they really don’t.

Jaehwan takes Seokjin on pretty dates to pretty places during the day and whispers dirty things into his ear as he kisses him at night. It’s almost like the days he disappeared and the fights they had didn’t exist.

But he also dazes out in the middle and never really pays attention to whatever Seokjin is talking about. He hums and responds at all the right places in a conversation but never really means any of it. Jaehwan also takes to his old habit of smoking in the balcony after every night they spend together. It’s like whatever happened in those days has changed everything between them.

Seokjin knows that the ground beneath his feet has shifted. He’s no stranger to that feeling of the world changing overnight. Only this time, it happens so quietly that Seokjin really doesn’t know how to deal with it.

How do you hold onto smoke that lies within your reach but cannot be held? It only shifts out of his grasp, just far enough to never truly be held and just near enough to suffocate him slowly.

-

“I have news for you” Jaehwan says, looking at Seokjin. “Taehyung liked the manuscript I sent in. He’s suggested minor changes and decided to forward it to Namjoon. If Namjoon likes it, I will get a publishing deal.”

“That’s amazing,” Seokjin says and finds that he really means it. “I didn’t even know you were planning on sending it in.”

Jaehwan and Taehyung have an awkward history. Taehyung is a book critic and editor for Namjoon’s publishing house and someone very familiar with Jaehwan’s writing from his newspaper columnist days. Taehyung always claims to have fallen in love with Jaehwan’s writing way back then. But Seokjin knows that Jaehwan wants nothing to do with his old life and so he usually diverts Taehyung's attention away from it.

“It’s nerve wrecking as fuck. I hope this becomes popular as hell so I never have to write ever again” Jaehwan swears. Seokjin laughs.

“Let’s open up a new wine bottle. Yoongi recommended this new brand of red wine that I got a bottle of and you can tell me what your new book is about” Seokjin says. It’s a little too early to celebrate anything but a little cheer will be good for them.

“It’s just a story about�� people. Places and things. Nothing and everything” Jaehwan says vaguely as he gestures to the air around him.

“What a thrilling description. I’ll ask Namjoon to put it on the book cover” Seokjin says wryly. For the first time in a very long time, Jaehwan laughs and Seokjin laughs with him.

-

What Seokjin does ask of Namjoon is a copy of the finalized manuscript that is approved for printing.

Namjoon loves the book and gives it a raving review. The publishing deal is finalized quickly because Taehyung does not want to give Jaehwan the chance to change his mind. Before Seokjin knows it, a thick bundle of papers tied together with a large gaudy paper clip and sealed in tacky brown packaging arrives at his doorstep.

Seokjin keeps the manuscript a secret. He wants to let Jaehwan offer a signed personal copy for keepsake. But he is also a curious soul and this trait always gets the best of him.

Jaehwan is out for the night. (He is always out for some reason or the other.) So Seokjin pours himself a glass of cheap store bought red wine and puts the manuscript on his lap and begins to read.

It's a story of a lost man. A man who feels lost even though he is loved by all and a man who doesn't know himself though everyone around him is quick to label their relationship with him and by extension to label him. The protagonist spends half the novel wandering and pitying himself till he meets someone and falls in love. It's a forbidden sort of love and sucks both men in till their feelings overwhelm them. The protagonist leaves by the end because the protagonist always does but he leaves his heart in the tiny dingy motel they met in and even that admission is a guilty confession to the wide vacuum of an uncaring world and not to the object of his affection.

Seokjin reads through the manuscript in one setting. Jaehwan is just that good with his words and Seokjin knows this is a rare glimpse into his mind that no one else is afforded just yet. Jaehwan will make it big. No wonder Taehyung is anxious to have the deal under his publishing house. Jaehwan writes about true love and heartbreak in a magnificent way that anyone can understand but can only hope to experience in their lifetime. At once the grandeur of heartbreak is within your grasp and just out of your reach.

When he finishes the manuscript, he looks at the painting hanging in the gallery and understands Jaehwan's surprise. He rereads the last confession and understands Jaehwan's disdain too.

-

"I don't have excuses" Jaehwan says, when Seokjin finds him smoking on their bedroom's balcony.

"You never do" Seokjin says, sitting down next to him.

"I'm a shit liar for a writer" Jaehwan admits. Seokjin scoffs and rubs his nose. He is resigned to the situation but he doesn't find the smell pleasant. Nothing will endear him to smoking, he thinks. Not even the oncoming heartbreak.

"You're much better than you think you are" Seokjin says. Jaehwan gives him a searching look. How much does Seokjin already know, Jaehwan wonders. The painting from the living room is gone and Jaehwan has seen the copy of his book on Seokjin's nightstand.

"How much did you read?" he ventures to ask. Some band-aids are better ripped off as soon as the wound stops bleeding.

"All of it" Seokjin replies honestly.

"I didn't mean to break your heart" Jaehwan tells him.

"You don't get to decide what hurts me and what doesn't" Seokjin says sharply. He doesn't like the way Jaehwan genuinely sounds apologetic and guilty. He hates how it isn't motivated by love and merely by concern over a relationship that should have died much earlier.

"Why did you come back if you thought you really loved the one you left behind?" Seokjin asks.

"Because that ending is… a white lie. A romantic ending to make the book sellable. I didn't fall in love when I was at the motel. I didn't fall in love with someone else" Jaehwan explains.

"You only fell out of love with me" Seokjin summarizes breezily. Jaehwan draws a deep breath of his cigarette and turns away to let the smoke out. This hurts more than Seokjin thought it would.

The two men sit in the balcony and avoid looking at each other. The air between them is thick with tension, stuffy from the remains of what once was and will never be again.

Seokjin watches the tendrils of smoke rise from the last of Jaehwan's cigarette through its reflection in the window glass. The ember glows till it dims and fades out, leaving only smoke in its wake.

He wonders if the disappearance of the carbon means he can pretend that the smoke never existed once sufficient time has passed. Or if the smell will taint his memories forever like heartbreak threatens to taint the rose hued past blue. He wonders if he can lean forward and catch the smoke as it twists in and out of the air current to rise up and disappear into nothingness. He wonders if the smoke was always meant to escape and if the paper was always meant to burn to give it the freedom it so runs after.

In the end, all the smoke does is suffocate him and make his eyes water.

-

[lovely-sanie]

𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚢𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚝. 𝟸

⎬𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: NCT Hybrid!AU

⎬𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: ??? x OC

⎬𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3,570

⎬𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: panic attack

⎬𝚊/𝚗: Just a note: I deal with anxiety and I have frequent minor anxiety attacks. I have never been through a panic attack, but my best friend deals with them. This portrayal is what I remember from talking her through panic attacks.

➤ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷

➤ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Eunmi wakes up the next morning to banging, immediately setting her on edge. The unfamiliar surroundings add to her anxiety and confusion. The unfamiliar scents, the unfamiliar clothes, the unfamiliar noises, all of it smashes together in her head and whips around so fast that she can’t think straight.

Her breaths come fast and hard and her heart feels like it’s beating out of her chest. Her vision begins to blur and darken. Strangled whines begin to leave her throat at an increasing volume. 

Distantly, she can hear someone shouting away, but it sounded far away and distorted.

Suddenly, Ten is in front of her. His mouth is moving like he’s talking to her but she can understand. He’s gone and then back again a moment later. He taps her gently on the wrist then exaggerates breathing in deeply and then back out.

Eunmi watches him a few times before slowly matching her own breathing to his. It takes a few tries, but soon, she’s breathing deeply and normally. She’s still trembling, but she can hear and see perfectly. 

Ten continues to breathe with her and eventually, she’s able to stop trembling. 

“You back with us?” Ten asks, voice almost a whisper.

Eunmi nods, wiping at her cheeks where tears had trickled down. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “No. Don’t be sorry. Panic attacks are a natural response in your situation. A room with no familiar scents and banging is enough to set most hybrids on edge, let alone hybrids with our type of history.”

Nodding, Eunmi hugs her knees to her chest.

“About the banging. Taeyong and I tend to get a bit carried away when we cook breakfast together.” Ten looks sheepish. “We might of forgot that you were in the apartment. So I apologize. I feel like your panic was our fault.”

Eunmi shakes her head. “It would have happened no matter what. I don’t do well on my own. I usually have to sleep with my face buried in my pack leader’s fur. If I can’t smell myself or someone I trust, I freak out.”

“Oh. Well. Still. I’m sorry.”

There’s a soft knock on the door before Taeyong peeks in, his pink hair clumped and ruffled as if he’d been running his fingers through it and clutching it. Eunmi felt bad that he was that worried about her, especially since he did nothing wrong.

“Hey. Just wanted to come see if Eunmi was okay.”

Eunmi gives him a wan smile. “I’m as okay as I can be.”

“Okay. That’s okay. You’ve been through a lot.” Taeyong’s smile towards her is a lot brighter than her own. “I just finished breakfast so if you’re hungry, you can come get some or I can bring you a plate.”

Eunmi glances at Ten and says, “I’ll come out and eat. Thank you.”

Nodding, Taeyong closes the door. 

Ten stands, holding out a hand. “Let’s go eat.”

And so was the start of a new life for Eunmi. Days turned into a week. With each day that passed, Eunmi got more used to her new surroundings.

Things weren’t easy, though. Eunmi was constantly waiting for Taeyong to stop pretending and finally act like the humans she was used to. Ten didn’t seem to have a bit of fear in him towards the human, but that meant nothing. He could easily be suffering from Stockhold syndrome or whatever it was called. 

Dr. Qian had visited a few times to check up on her and to make sure her wounds were healing well. She still didn’t trust the doctor, but he seemed nice enough. Plus, the smell of content hybrids on him put her at ease.

Eunmi is knocked out of her reverie by a plate of sashimi being placed in front of her on the dining table. Her mouth begins watering immediately. Besides fried chicken, sashimi had quickly become one of her favorite foods. The raw fish appealed to her base cat instincts.

Looking up, she smiles brightly at Ten. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he says, sitting across from her with his own plate. “Oh. Heads up. A friend of ours is coming over with his hybrids. The hybrids can be a bit bratty, but they’re well-behaved. Most days.”

Eunmi freezes at his words. “Well-behaved?”

Ten looks up from his food. “Oh. Not like beaten type or anything. I just mean that they’re not going to pee on the carpet. It was a joke. I’m sorry.”

Shaking her head, Eunmi plops a piece of sashimi into her mouth. After chewing and swallowing it, she says, “Not your fault. I’m just being too sensitive.”

“No, you’re not, Mi. It’s okay to be concerned.”

“Still. I can’t seem to see past my experiences.”

“It’s been a week, Eunmi. Things like what you went through don’t just up and disappear just because you’ve been removed from the situation.”

“But-”

“No. You are allowed to not be okay.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Yes. I am.” He gets up and comes around the table, kneeling next to her chair. “It took me years to come to that conclusion. I wasn’t immediately okay when Taeyong took me in off the street. I hated him at first. Felt exactly as you do right now. It took him so long to earn my trust and even longer for me to stop hating humans.”

“I just feel like I’m overreacting. That my experiences as a kitten shouldn’t matter because they were so long ago.”

“Those aren’t the only bad experiences that you’ve had with humans though, are they?”

Eunmi shakes her head. “The entire time I was a stray, humans would look upon me disdainfully before dialing the number for the catchers. You and Taeyong and Dr. Qian are the only ones that ever lifted a finger to help me.”

“Humanity can be so cruel. In the same breath that they preach to help those that need help, they scorn the people that truly need help.”

A chiming sound echoes through the apartment before a voice yells into the camera doorbell thing that Ten had briefly shown her the other day. 

“Taeyong-hyung! Open the door!”

Ten rolls his eyes and stands. “That would be our guests. You can go to your room if you don’t want to meet them right now.”

“Um.” She glances at the front door. “I think I’ll be okay.”

“If Donghyuk is a brat, just tell him to shut up. We all do.”

“Okay.”

He walks over to the door and takes a deep breath before opening it up. Immediately, two people slam into him. The three of them tumble to the floor and Eunmi hears a groan from Ten.

As Ten pushes the two hybrids off of him, Eunmi hears a chuckle from the doorway.

“You two are gonna break him if you’re not careful,” a voice from the doorway says.

“But we haven’t seen him in a week and a half!” The orange and brown-haired cat hybrid whines. “He deserves to be broken.”

“If you break him, you won’t ever be able to see him.”

There’s a huff from the orange and brown-haired cat hybrid before both he and the blonde-haired dog hybrid are climbing off of Ten.

“Thank you, you little-”

“Ten.” The warning comes from Taeyong, who had just entered the room from somewhere upstairs. He had helped Ten fix the sashimi then disappeared, presumably to change out of his pajamas.

“No cursing. Yeah, yeah, I know.”

The three guests take their shoes off then walk out of the entryway and greet Taeyong. 

Ten comes over and stands beside Eunmi who nervously stands and pats down the pajamas she’s wearing that were borrowed from Ten.

The dog hybrid notices her first, scrunching his nose a bit before waving. It’s then that the cat hybrid notices her and stares her down. His expression is blank, so she can’t tell what the stare means but she hopes it’s nothing bad. She didn’t want to piss off this hybrid before she even met him.

“Who are you?” He questions.

“Donghyuk, behave,” the tall, extremely tall, human guest says. “She’s Taeyong and Ten’s guest.”

“Why wasn’t I made aware of this guest?”

Ten rolls his eyes. “We told you yesterday on the phone, Hyuk. Not our fault you didn’t listen.”

“I listened. I was also high on catnip.”

Johnny groans. “You’re still in trouble for that.”

“I’m just saying, you shouldn’t have left it out if you didn’t want me to get into it.”

“You are more than old enough to not touch something just because it’s on the counter.”

“I’m a cat. You left catnip out, a substance to which I am drawn. That was your stupidity.”

“You say that about the glasses you break, too.”

“Duh.”

“If you don’t stop, you’re not getting any treats for the next week.”

Donghyuk’s eyes widen. “But chicken!”

The human shrugs. “Behave and we’ll see. Now greet Taeyong and Ten’s guest.”

Donghyuk turns to Eunmi, pouting. “Hi, Taeyong-hyung and Ten-hyung’s guest. I’m Donghyuk.”

“I’m Jisung,” the dog hybrid says. “I’m the youngest of all of our friends.”

Eunmi smiles. “You’re both adorable. I’m Eunmi.”

Donghyuk looks offended. “Who are you calling adorable, tiny? I bet I’m older than you. What year are you?”

“199...8? I think so. I’m not exactly sure.”

He begins pouting again. “You’re so tiny but you’re older than me. That’s not fair.”

“Most people are older than you, Hyuk,” Ten says. “You’re a baby.”

“I am not!”

“You are.”

“Are not.”

“Are.”

“Are not.”

“Children!”

Eunmi flinches at the human’s loud voice.

“Sorry, Eunmi,” he says immediately after, smiling. “Sometimes I have to be loud to get them to listen. I’m Johnny. I’m, unfortunately, Jisung and Donghyuk’s owner.”

“Unfor-” Donghyuk scoffs. “Excuse you, I am a blessing to your dull life.”

Johnny rolls his eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eunmi tiptoes so she’s closer to Ten’s ear. Whispering, she asks, “He’s okay to this right? Like he’s not going to get hurt after they leave?”

Ten shakes his head. “Hyuk does this all the time. It’s kind of his gig to be a brat.”

Frowning, Eunmi grabs onto the sleeve of Ten’s long sleeve shirt. “That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get punished for it.”

“I promise you that Johnny doesn’t lay a hand on Hyuk. Johnny is too soft for that. Plus, he’s from America. The laws over there regarding hybrids are completely different.”

Nodding, Eunmi still watches warily as Donghyuk attacks Johnny with punches that look like they’re barely even touching the older human.

“Hi.”

Eunmi jumps at the voice beside her and looks over. “Hi, Jisung.”

“Can I call you noona?”

“Um. Sure?”

“Yay!” He thrusts his fists high in the air. “I have a noona!”

“I talked to her first!” Donghyuk whines from his spot upside down in Johnny’s arms. 

Eunmi’s brows furrow. “How?”

Johnny chuckles. “He was being a brat, I threatened to turn him upside down if he didn’t stop, he didn’t stop, I turned him upside down.”

“Can you let me go, please?” Donghyuk asks. “I’m getting light-headed.”

In a fluidity that didn’t seem human, Johnny flips Donghyuk right-side-up and sets him softly on his feet.

“You okay?” He asks, checking the cat over.

Donghyuk huffs. “I’m fine.”

Eunmi walks over and sits on the couch and is immediately joined by Donghyuk.

“So, what’s your opinion on water?”

Chuckling, Eunmi says, “I like water because it keeps me clean.”

“But your ears get wet and your tail gets wet and that takes forever to dry.”

“If you do it the right way, then it won’t be wet for too long. Ten used a hairdryer to help dry my tail and it was super soft and fluffy afterward.”

Donghyuk’s face scrunches up. “But hairdryers are loud and hurt my ears.”

“You can get your tail pretty dry with a towel, too.”

“We do that,” Johnny says as he leans on the back of the couch. “We even got microfiber towels because he didn’t like how much static there was with regular towels.”

Ten sits on the arm of the couch. “Yup. Don’t let him sell you a sob story. He’s as pampered as they come.”

Donghyuk huffs. “Like you aren’t.”

“I am and I fully admit that I am.”

As Ten and Donghyuk begin bickering over… something, Eunmi’s lap is occupied by a half-grown Jindo dog. It yips at her before settling in a ball in her lap.

“Jisung-ah!” Johnny scolds. “Did you even ask if she was okay with that?”

Eunmi shrugs. “I’m fine. My pack and I did this sort of stuff all the time. Well, not our leader. He was too big to fit in any of our laps. His head alone took up our entire lap.”

Donghyuk gasps. “What type of hybrid was he?”

Eunmi hesitates for a moment, deciding if that information was something she was ready to divulge. Deciding that it’s fine, she says, “He’s a wolf hybrid. Eurasian, I believe is what he said. He came over here from Australia. Well, his owners brought him over and then abandoned him.”

Ten winces. “To become stray that way is hard. At least when a hybrid runs away, it’s their choice. To just be dropped is not a hybrid’s choice and it’s much more difficult to adjust to.”

Eunmi nods. “He was lost for the longest time. He kept trying to talk to humans to find his owners but that didn’t go so well.” 

“I would apologize for humans not being nice but I’m not going to apologize for others' actions when I know they aren’t sorry,” Johnny says.

The rest of the group’s visit consisted of Donghyuk in cat form chasing Jisung who was still in his dog form. Ten and Eunmi ended up cuddled together on the end of the couch giggling at the two’s behavior while the two humans sat at the dining table and talked.

It must have been hours later when Johnny comes to stand beside the couch.

“Hyuk-ah, Sungie, time to go.”

The two young hybrids, who had finally settled for a moment, shift back to human form and immediately begin protesting.

Jisung pouts. “Hyung! Do we have to? Can’t we stay longer? Please?”

“I didn’t even get to play with Eunmi-noona!” Donghyuk whines.

Taeyong chuckles, leaning against the back of the couch. “She’ll be here for a while. You can come back to another time.”

Donghyuk looks at Eunmi. “Promise? I wanna play hide and attack.”

Eunmi’s brows scrunch together as she sits up. “Hide and attack?”

Donghyuk’s face brightens. “It’s a game that a lot of us kittens and cats play! It’s where one cat stays out in the open and the rest hide and like the cat who’s not hiding walks around and the cats that are hiding try to attack them without being attacked. It usually dissolves into a giant play fight but it’s so much fun!”

“Then next time you come over, we’ll play,” Eunmi promises.

Donghyuk smiles. “Okay.”

After that, he’s much more agreeable, putting his shoes on without a fight. 

Johnny turns to her, smiling. “We might have to put you in charge of him more often. It’s usually a ten-minute argument to get him to leave.”

Eunmi giggles. “Glad I could be of service.”

Jisung whines as Johnny drags him towards the door, but doesn’t actually fight the dragging all that much.

“It was nice meeting you Eunmi,” Johnny says as he opens the apartment door.

“It was nice meeting you too.”

“I hope that Taeyong, Kun and I have at least given you a glimpse of what the good part of humanity looks like.”

The smile that appears on Eunmi’s face is a sad one. “You have. It’ll take more than a glimpse to make me stay, though.”

He nods. “I hope you do decide to stay. Hyuk-ah and Sungie really like you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

With a nod, he waves to the three in the apartment and herds his hybrids out the door.

Another week passes by without Eunmi realizing it. Out on the streets, she was aware of every day that passed because she usually spent it searching for some scrap of food that would allow her to live on for just one more day or for a place to rest that was protected from the elements and other hybrids.

In the apartment, though, she was well-fed, had access to a shower, had a comfortable place to sleep, and had no worries. It felt nice to just relax and not worry about how she was going to live until the next day. The only thing she had to worry about was herself and what she wanted to eat next or how long she wanted to sleep or what she wanted to do with her free time.

She spent a lot of her free time watching Ten and Taeyong. The relationship between the two amazed her. They were close, as close as best friends, and Taeyong treated Ten like a human, like a person that had every right he did. It was different from everything Eunmi had ever seen. The affection exchanged daily left a weird feeling in Eunmi. The only affection she had ever received from a human was the soft touches of Dr. Qian and the kind words from Taeyong. 

Sometimes, as she watched them, she would think about what it felt like to be truly loved, to be truly cared for by an owner. 

Sometimes, she would think about what her life would be like if Taeyong adopted her. 

Sometimes, she would think of fantasies that would never exist.

Thinking about the affection between the hybrid and his owner brings a question to mind that she’s had for a while. 

One day, she thinks it’s Saturday or maybe Sunday, she plops down on the couch beside Ten who is writing, or drawing, to get an answer.

“Ten?” 

“Yeah?”

“What do head scratches from a human feel like?”

Ten looks at her and shrugs. “No different from normal head scratches. Why?”

“My friend was telling me that human head scratches don’t feel as good. He said that they don’t know the right spots.”

“That’s true. But they can be taught. I had to teach Taeyong, but he knows now.”

“But don’t they scratch too hard or soft?”

“Sometimes. Some people just don’t give good head scratches but it’s not because they’re human. They just suck at it.”

Eunmi nods. “Okay.”

Ten sets his notebook down and looks at her. “Do you want head scratches?”

Humming, Eunmi moves over to him easily. “Please.”

He chuckles. “I know all the best spots.”

“Good.”

The next day finds Eunmi laying on the couch with her head on Taeyong’s thigh while he does work on his tablet. He mentioned that it was a script he needed to look over or a schedule or something. She wasn’t really paying attention to his words when she came to lay on him.

“Oppa?”

Taeyong looks down at her in surprise. “Uh. Yeah?”

Eunmi smiles. “Can you give me head scratches?”

There’s a moment of stillness before Taeyong’s face breaks into a smile. “Sure.”

The moment his hand touches her head, Eunmi is in heaven. He immediately finds the right spots and scratches with just the right amount of pressure. A purr rumbles through her and her eyes drift closed, basking in the amazing feeling.

“I’m gonna expect you to call me oppa from now on,” he says eventually.

“I’m okay with that,” Eunmi responds without opening her eyes.

“Hey! No fair!”

Ten’s voice prompts Eunmi to open her eyes, but only a bit. Just enough to see the hybrid in the entryway, pouting.

“I want head scratches, too.”

Taeyong chuckles. “I only have one hand available.”

Ten walks over and grabs the tablet Taeyong was working on and sets it on the coffee table before plopping in his lap. His knee hits the top of Eunmi’s head and she whines.

“Ten! Careful,” Taeyong scolds, running his hand over Eunmi’s head, soothing the bump.

“Sorry, MiMi. I just want cuddles.”

Eunmi whines again and Ten chuckles. His hand finds the right spot just behind her left cat ear. Her whines dissolve back into purrs immediately.

“I think Eunmi is just as spoiled as I am,” Ten comments.

Looking up, Eunmi huffs. “If anything, it’s your fault. I learned everything about being an owned hybrid from you.”

“And I am a great teacher.”

Taeyong laughs. “You taught her to be spoiled. I would say that’s bad teaching.”

“Depends on who you ask. I say being spoiled is great.”

“For you. Me? Not so much.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t tell me that you don’t enjoy spoiling us.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes. “In cuddles and love? Yes. In material items? Debatable.”

“Cuddles and love are enough for me,” Eunmi says with a smile. “If they’re not enough for Ten, I’ll take all his.”

Taeyong chuckles while Ten huffs.

“I will gladly accept cuddles and love. Things like clothes and jewelry are just a plus.”

Taeyong hums. “Good to know.”

Eunmi settles against Taeyong’s thigh once more, letting her eyes slipped closed. 

As she listens to Taeyong and Ten talk, she begins to think that maybe, just maybe, that fantasy of hers could become real.

A/N: Just a few things!

One - Below is what I imagine Taeyong and Ten’s apartment to look like. I realize that it’s big for an apartment, but it’s supposed to be sort of a luxury type apartment. 

Two - Here are some visuals for the different breeds of the hybrids we’ve met so far in order of appearance:

Eunmi, Blue Point Ragdoll

Chan, Eurasian wolf

Minho, Bombay cat

Felix, Australian Mist

Jeongin, Fennec fox

Ten, Seal Point Thai (aka Siamese)

Donghyuk, Ticked Orange Long Hair Tabby

Jisung, Jindo dog

[ofstrikcrs]

heyo what’s poppin ! it’s me, hannah !  i’m 20 n vibin in the est. my pronouns r we/them/boys but she/her work as well djskfsmd n i’m currently #unemployed BUT i am a full time student... majoring in dumb bitch theory n loving my gf n i’m at the top of my class baby...... :’) ANYWAY. i’m back again w a ( hopefully ) more condensed version of the infamous google doc(s) STRIKER KIM? MORE LIKE STRIKE ME IN THE HEART I LOVE U BITCH so that u dont all have to read the monstrosity that is my app ( but like, if u wanna... u can find it right HERE ) 

n without further ado... let’s kick it !

this is striker, he’s 28 ( soon to b 29 #ariesculture ) n he’s very complicated.. very complicated.... 

his mom cherry kim ( nee corallo ) is the daughter of lorenzo corallo, renowned filmmaker. daphne had a stint in acting in her youth as well but ending up withdrawing from the spotlight once she married his dad.

his dad is warren kim, business man

what kind of business you ask ? well..

let us rewind a little bit, shall we? now if you know anything about the ins and outs of organized crime in new york city, the name corallo might sound *eyes emoji* familiar to you. giovanni corallo was a boss of the lucchese crime family until his arrest and… you guessed it… that means our man lorenzo corallo is a man of the mafia !

lorenzo, however, wasn’t a first-born son which also meant he wasn’t an heir in any way shape or form and was free to do his thing you know BUT when it came time to arrange marriage for his one and only daughter, cherry, it was Expected of him to keep it in the family 

enter the kim family, who had been loyal to the lucchese family for as long as they’d been in america and had built up quite a reputation for themselves in the family, so it was just a natural choice to marry off cherry to their son, warren

they had two kids! their first-born son, dagger, and their second-son…. STRIKER !

and, as in all mafia stories, there is no better prize than the benefits reaped from die-hard loyalty, so in addition to getting to marry a corallo girl… a series of unfortunate events ( i.e. some deaths and arrests ) led to the promotion from right-hand man to acting boss of none other than our very own warren kim

now being the child of an acting mob boss is stressful, but being the second-son of an acting mob boss is… slightly less stressful. see, cherry stepping Out of the spotlight was a strategic move on her own part but was entirely her own decision which meant that striker was free to choose the exact opposite

with no real mafia-related responsibilities or expectations ( other than keeping his mouth SHUT ) on his shoulders, he was more or less… free to roam however he wanted and as he’s always had a taste for the finer things in life, there’s no real surprise that he chose to follow his mother’s side of the family and became nothing short of a socialite in new york city 

which.. despite what the press says abt our #mans striker kim ( i.e. being a billionaire playboy, irresponsible, reckless, wild, etc. ) he’s smart n his main motivation for heading straight for the spotlight is bc every person who falls in love w him is part of a complex and expansive insurance policy that makes it that much harder for the mafia to make him Disappear, u know ?

this is one of the reasons why striker and dagger never Really not along, though striker’s always had this theory that dagger was built for nothing but the mafia anyway bc he’s straight up one of the meanest, cruelest,  most RUTHLESS people that striker has ever met. but, like, with a name like dagger… how could you not be?

things really start getting #Complicated for striker when he’s ABOUT to graduate from college and his dad yeets this mortal coil in a Shocking Tragic Unexpected death ! it doesn’t really affect striker all that much bc striker spent a lot of his life living with his grandfather in the city but… rather when his father dies it’s dagger that ascends into the role of acting boss and BOY OH BOY that’s nothing but trouble for striker 

dagger gets striker roped right back into the mafia that he worked his whole life to try n get out of.. just like that. sad.

and because striker is… como se dice…. a stubborn shithead with a penchant for the dramatics, he starts looking for a way to make his brothers life absolute hell because! yes! striker IS the person who fucks with the mafia! what a moron!

for a good few years it was just minor stuff, nothing really consequential, but that gets boring very quickly bc ... u know ... it is what it is 

ANYWAY. he really finds his in to what’s going to make dagger kim’s life HELL and that is getting himself involved in a little heist group. there are only so many events that striker can show his face that end with a robbery of some sort before it starts to become suspicious, and it doesn’t take a genius to connect the kim family to the corallo family to the lucchese family. it’s just enough to keep people talking but not enough to actively incriminate himself. and as long as he’s not publicly throwing the lucchese family under the bus, he’s still, by all accounts, insured by the mafia as the son of warren kim.

anyway! enough w the backstory! here’s some fun lil personality n headcanon stuff :’)

first and foremost.. he does have a face tatoo. ( and an eyebrow piercing and yes i have photos of both if u want to see them )  it’s of a crown on his left cheek and he   got it within a week of his father dying and dagger forcing him to come back into   the mafia to Assert His Dominance n show dagger he was still in charge of his own   goddamn decisions so fuck you dagger

dagger punched him in the face for getting the tattoo and he had a black eye for two weeks but you win some you lose some

on the surface? rich kid asshole!!! rich RICH kid asshole!!! you know the kind of guy you take one ( 1 ) look at him and you’re like yeAh u absolutely think that ur better than me ? that’s him 

does he rly think he’s better than u? unclear.. depends on who u are... i already have some thots abt who striker wld dislike hmu tho aha x

fluent in english ofc n also korean and italian, his primary language is lit rally a jumble of korean and italian tht nobody can understand but like.. him n dagger n his dad ( rip ) n he also knows a little spanish and japanese.

he’s afraid of horses but will never admit it

he loves to bet!!! he loves it!!! it’s probably from growing up in a family where making bets on things was a major source of income but he will 100000% place bets on anything there is to place bets on and will rope as many people into his betting pools as possible

he hasn’t had his gay awakening yet isn’t that tragic??  turns out the mafia ISN’T a very lgbt friendly place, who would have thought?? so that’s absolutely something that’s going to happen bc we know that i love to make my characters suffer esp when it’s related to their attraction to someone whew…

he’s somehow both the biggest gossip and the most secretive person that you’ll ever meet??? like he’s an instigator n will make offhanded comments abt what he’s observed other ppl doing recently that he thinks are… inch resting… and you’ll have this long ass conversation w him and not realize until like 2 hours later that he didn’t say one ( 1 ) thing abt himself the entire time

you know how finnick from the hunger games used to get paid for things w secrets??? that’s so striker to the core… like you can’t buy him or bribe him bc baby has $$$ and is so disinterested in the glitz and glamor of fast cars and expensive drinks and whatnot, so if you really want him to do something for him… you’re going to have to trade him some secrets… n that’s that on that!

he doesn’t like to take his shirt off around ppl bc #scars ( predominantly the large letter L that’s branded on his chest but there are some others that i haven’t decided on yet ) anyway he does not partake in the pool parties n as explanation has just always  told everyone that he doesn’t know how to swim… n he’ll die w that lie, thank u !

very paranoid... has 2 different phones w his contacts n codes.. folds his clothes a certain way so he can know if someone touched his stuff... has a fun in a safe under his bed that he changes the passcode to regularly.... he also has some ocd but a lot of it is #trauma

im sry there r so many points here i .. rly tried to trim them down n there are like 300% more in my app but.. whew... ok

i’m going to stop now but pls.. pls plot w me i beg ok thank u bye

[averyrogers83]

We’re Getting Married

Title: We’re Getting Married Author: Darlin’ and Vixen Warnings: Smut, fluff, more smut Rating: NSFW 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: You and Steve have been together for a couple years now, you both share the same birthday, but have not been in the same place to celebrate it together till now. Part 2/2. Square(s) Filled: Prostate Milking for Marvel Bingo by @shield-agent78 Cuddling by @shield-agent78 for Star Spangled Bingo / Watching the Sunset by @averyrogers83 for Star Spangled Bingo Words: 1679 A/N: Another collaborative fic from the smut duo of Darlin’ and Vixen to celebrate the one and only Steven Grant Rogers “Captain America” and his birthday.  

You were completely spent from the activities your activities that you had a bit of a time walking back to the patio to meet up with your friends.  Luckily Steve was there to keep you upright.  The two of you laughing and whispering as you got back to the pool just in time for Tony and Rhode to call the dinner bell.  

“Thank god, I’m starving.” you exclaimed giving Steve a quick peck on the cheek before heading for the food, leaving him behind laughing at you. 

“So punk, did you do it?” inquired Bucky.  He knew what Steve was up to, he had planned it for months now, enlisting the help of Nat and Wanda to find out what kind of ring to get and the right size, while he and Bucky went into the city to find the perfect ring.  

“Yea…” He watched you as you stealthy moved through the line, cutting in front of Sam, leaving him whining behind you. 

“And…..” Bucky impatiently waited for a response.

“And, yes...she said yes, We’re getting married.” Nat and Wanda squilled joyfully. 

“Let’s see the ring, Capsicle” Tony joked with a grin. 

“Ring ya, I haven’t given it to her yet. She hasn’t opened the box yet...we got kind of sidetracked.” Steve admitted. Bucky snickered at his friend. 

“Ya, right and you got in a fight with a tiger,” motioning to Steve’s back. 

“Um, yeah, she was a ferocious one at that..” you laughed coming up from behind.  “You really need to do something about that, old man.” giving Steve a playful tease. 

“Watch it kitten.” Steve sassed. “Remember I still have a diamond collar for you.”

"Oh, kinky.." you stuck your tongue out at him. 

"Hey, come on, there's kids present!" Tony motioned towards Sam. 

"Hey! I am a grown ass man, with childlike tendencies." Sam quipped back. 

“Yes,” you Wanda and Natasha answered almost simatainualy.  Sam fished in his pocket revealing a small back box and tossed it to Steve as he put down his plate. 

“Ooo, give me,” you smiled reaching for the box. Steve pulled it out of your reach. 

"Not so fast, you are going to have to wait now after that old man comment." 

“Stevie.." you whined. 

"The price you pay, I warned you about that, thought proved that earlier." 

"Yes you did." You bit you bottom lip coyly. 

"Eww, we don't need to go any further." The group groaned.  

You gave him and pout and quiently ate your food as Wanda and Natasha peppered you with questions about your dream wedding. You answered them the best you could looking over to Steve for support as he talked with the guys. All you really wanted was something small maybe on a beach surrounded by your family or friends. Hell, you didn’t care if Steve and you eloped as long as you were both together. After what felt like ten rounds of questions you quietly excused yourself and made your way toward the dock overlooking the lake. The warm summer breeze whipping through your hair. You stood overlooking the glistening water as you fidgeted with the ties of your suit. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”Steve asked as he placed his arms around you waist letting out a little sigh.

“Sorry, just had to step away for a bit. I think Nat and Wanda are overly excited about a big wedding and...and I don't need all that. I just want it to be intimate and low key. Unless that's what you want" she looked at him questionly. 

“Sweetheart, whatever you want is fine.” You look up over your shoulder at this wonderful man and give him a small smile. “Better?” You nod your head yes. “Good, let’s get back. I still have your present to give you only if you don’t call me old again.”

“Yes, Cap.” you smile, "You know I only say that to get you riled up." Wiggling your eyebrow at him as the two of you walk back to the patio hand in hand.  

When you arrived back at the pool area the two of you enjoyed time with your friends, eating, drinking, and laughing.  As the sun began to set Steve took you down by the lake to finally give you your present. 

The warm wind blew rushing the tree leaves as you two sat on the bench overlooking the last of the sun’s rays danced across the lake. You watched in silence for a moment until Steve shifted in his seat, “So, I have something for you, I just hope you like it.” He pulled out the little black box for earlier and held it in the palm of his hand. You gazed down upon it as he flipped the top open. In side was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. The platlam ring consisted of a round center diamond surrounded by a circle of blue sapphires and an outer ring of red rubies. It resembled his shield! You loved it immediately.  Your beamed as you stared wide eyed at the ring in disbelief. “Do you like it?” He asked nervously. 

“Steve it’s beautiful! I love it. Can I wear it now?!. .” Steve pretended to give you a gruff look stopping you in your tracks, “ugh please?”  Steve slips it onto your ring finger and leans over kissing you gently on the lips, then wrapped his arm around you as the two of you watched the sunset in the horizon.  You laid your head on his shoulder as you cuddled next to one another and watched the day disappear into night as Tony’s fireworks show began to fill the night sky. 

“Let’s go baby, I have one more thing to show you.”you took him by the hand and made your way back to your room. 

“Oh, what’s that?” Steve inquired. 

“The second part of your birthday present.” you cooed. You entered your shared room and made Steve sit down on the bed. “Don’t move Cap,” you teased placing a finger onto his lips. He nipped at it making you smile. “I’ll be right back.” 

You slipped into the slinky lingerie number you picked out especially for this today. The top was cropped and did very little to cover anything, but that was the point. The red, white, and blue fabric hugged the curve of your breasts nicely, a solitary button holding it together between your cleavage. A strip of loose fabric draped along the top of your ribs adding a nice, delicate touch to the ensemble. You then finished the look with white silk thigh high stockings that you attached to the matching garter belt.  You looked yourself over one more time before opening the door and entered the room. 

Steve’s eyes widened as soon as he saw you step out of the bathroom. He drank you in like a slow whiskey. “Come here,” he commanded his voice dropping an octave. Your teeth grazed your bottom lip as you walk over to him. You stand in front of him ding for him to touch you. He slowly runs his large hands up your clothed legs stopping at your behind as he gives it a little swat causing you to jump forward. Steve gives you a teasing smirk. “Just a little punishment for the old man comment from earlier.”  

You giggle in response,”Yes, Captain. Do you like your gift?”

“Like is not the word for it Sweetheat, you look sexy as hell.” He begins to run his large hands up and over your breasts causing you to moan. “Do you like that baby? Answer your Captain.”

“Mmm, yes sir.” you can already feel your panties getting wet as he continues to caress one breast and then the other, gently pinching your nipples as you moan out in pleasure.  His free hand lightly running up your stockinged leg stopping at your ass giving it a squeeze. He unhooks your garter belt from the left leg and runs his large hands down them as he rolls down your stocking. His fingertips dance along your legs giving you chills. Steve repeats his action for the right leg. He runs his hands back up your legs again causing you to moan out, “St.teve.”

“Tell me what you want baby girl? What you need.”

“Y. .you, Cap I need you.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you down onto his lap. His erection pressing hard against your waist.  You quickly remove the trunks he was still wearing from earlier to free his hardening member. You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed his thick throbbing cock buried deep inside you.  You take your hands and rub the length of his shaft as you give his balls a little squeeze. He moans out your name causing you to smirk. You kiss him deeply running your hand over his shaft again the pad of your thumb runs over the tip spreading the pre-cum as you stroke his cock. 

“Fuck baby I got to get in you now or I’m not going to last,” he grunts. You give him a coy smile. 

“Yes, sir.” You aline him with your entrance as you sink down onto his large member. Your head falls back in ecstasy as you rock your hips against his. Steve sucks and nips at the sweet spot on your neck. You feel your walls clap down around him as pleasure begins to build up in your belly. “Steve. . please don’t stop.” You arms wrap around his neck as your head drops on his shoulder, your movements quicken as you could feel yourself erupt as you hit your orgasm,  

Steve comes spilling his hot seed into you with grunts and curses falling from his lips. Your bodies still as the two of you try to bring your frenzied breathing back to normal. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty. “I love you Mrs. Rogers, Happy Birthday.” He mumbles placing a kiss on top of your head. 

You sigh happily and content “I love you too, Mr. Rogers.” 

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[forever-more-never-again]

Game Over (A Natasha Request)

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count:1321

Pairing: Natasha X Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Character Death (It’s not Sad!)

Request: Hi! I love your blog! Can I request a Nat x reader? All I could really come up with was that the reader could be a new recruit and have a mutation that gives them a gamer's mind and a gamer's body (heals from incredibly severe injuries in a few hours or overnight). Thanks!

Masterlist

You never thought that you would be here, standing in the Avengers tower, being introduced to Captain America.

“Hi, Kid. Look, you wanna be an Avenger, you’re going to have to stop staring like a lovestruck teenager.”

You could tell he was joking around, his blue eyes alight with mischief, but you still flushed like a schoolkid and scuffed your foot in embarrassment.

“Sorry. Cap.”

He cleared his throat and stood up straight, “Let’s go to the training room, [Y/n]. So you can meet the rest of the team and we can see what you can do. I trust Tony, but I need to know you can handle yourself.”

You nodded, trying not to appear too eager. Tony had found you in England during one of his business trips.

You had been an Orphan, scrounging for food in alleyways and when Thugs had tried to attack you, you had taken them down before Tony, who had been walking past, could interfere.

One thing led to another, and you went back to New York with him and he talked to Steve Rogers about making you an Avenger.

“Hey guys. Got a new recruit here. [Y/n], this is everyone. Natasha, Clint, Bucky, Sam, Tony, Bruce, and Wanda and Vision.”

You smiled to everyone, but your eyes kept going back to the first woman. Natasha. Her bright red hair and striking green eyes seemed to brand her in your brain. She was gorgeous.

“I found [Y/n] in England. They are something truly unique. Bruce and I have been in talks about what their DNA could mean for the world of Medicine.”

Tony walked up and put a hand on your shoulder, radiating pride. You whimpered quietly, you had a major fear of needles and hospitals. Which was why your mutation was something you were happy to have, because it meant that you didn't have to go to one.

Natasha noticed your discomfort and spoke up, “Do they have a say before you use them for your experiments?”

Tony frowned, “Yes. We talked all the way from England. But were not here for that reason. [Y/n]. Want to tell them your codename?” He was like a kid in a candy store, practically vibrating with expectation.

You laughed, looking out over the various confused and eager faces before you.

“My name is [Y/n], but I decided my codename will be….Player One.”

Everyone looked between each other before staring at you, bewildered.

Clint was the first to cough and break, “Uhhh….that’s neat...but not really...a fit name. Here. My name is Hawkeye.”

Wanda stepped forward, her hands red, “Scarlet Witch.”

Sam’s wings stretched behind him, “Falcon.”

Bucky stretched his metal arm, “Winter Soldier.”

Natasha giggled, “Black Widow. But guys, I think they have a reason for that name...right, [Y/n]? What exactly is your mutation? Tony left us in the dark this time.”

You smiled and winked at the assassin, catching the slight curve of her ruby lips.

“You are correct. Let’s see…” You looked over the faces of the superheroes before you. Finally landing on Vision, the android. “You sir. Please step forward.”

You motioned for him to stand across from you. He floated over and stood before you, face expressionless.

“What does one expect me to?” He asked.

You grinned, excited for the chance to show what you could do, “I need you to try and kill me.”

Gasps rose from everyone except Vision, Steve and Tony.

Natasha managed to catch your gaze, “[Y/n], what are you doing?”

You shrugged, looking back at the android who was tilting his head at you, “Showing you guys what I can do. Come on bot boy. Let me have it.”

And suddenly, you were jumping and barrel rolling over his back as he shot out a yellow beam from his forehead.

Everyone else slowly backed up until a ring was formed around the pair of you.

You laughed as you engaged in hand to hand combat, blocking before landing a punch on Vision’s chin.

He grimaced, “I do not see how harming you will show what you are capable of, [Y/n].”

You growled, playfulness gone, “I am Player One!” You screamed, launching yourself at the Android.

He stared, shocked, and you caught the horror in Natasha’s eyes, she was standing behind Vision.

The light flashed and pierced your heart. You dropped to your knees, Smiling up at the group of scared people who converged on you.

“Quick! Get medic!”

“Tony! Do something!”

You coughed, blood speckling your lips. Natasha dropped to her knees across from you, tears in her eyes.

“Stupid!What were you trying to prove!?”

You giggled, hands coming up to rest on her cheeks, “This is all going the way I want it to. Just wait. And watch out. Cause it’s…” Your voice grew weak as your life force faded, “Game Over.” You ended your cryptic remark with a wink as your body gave one last dying gasp and you fell on your side, eyes open and lifeless.

Natasha stood and whirled on a smug, grinning Tony, “What the fuck is wrong with you!? They just died and your standing there like the cat who caught the canary! They were just a kid Tony! And now what? Dead in our own building by one of our own!”

Natasha whirled to face Vision who was staring at the body, as Wanda rubbed hands on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

“Natasha. I do believe you would want to witness this.”

Natasha followed Vision’s line of sight and gasped. Your body was slowly disintegrating into nothing.

“What is going on?” She whispered.

No one answered as they all held a collective breath as the last of your body disappeared into thin air.

“Ready? Player One!”

Your voice spoke out, loud as you dropped from the air onto your feet in battle ready stance.

“What…”

“The…”

“[Y/n]!” Natasha ran over, enveloping you in a hug.

You laughed, relaxing and returning the tight grip she had on you.

“Told you guys My name made sense.”

Clint doubled over, laughter and hysteria in his voice, “You...you are a video game character!”

Tony shared a look with you, as you spotted him over the top of Natasha’s shoulder, “[Y/n] has the mutation of regeneration. From minor wounds disappearing over a matter of seconds, to a full revival like you guys were just witness to. They truly are one of a kind.”

Vision nodded, “Now your remarks from earlier about the properties of their DNA make sense. If you can isolate the gene that causes the regeneration, you could cure cancer and many other diseases.”

As everyone slowly regripped reality and talked with Tony and Bruce about your DNA. You were still dealing with Natasha’s death grip on you.

You patted her back, “Natasha...you can let go.”

She sprang from you, a rosy blush rising on her cheeks, “Sorry. I don’t usually lose my cool. But that was horrifying [Y/n]. I really, truly hope I never have to go through that again, for your sake as well.”

You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, “It’s nothing really. I’ve learned to mute the pain of death because I know that it only lasts a minute and…” You trailed off as you saw Natasha’s look of pain in her eyes.

You gently cupped her face, “But hey. I’ll try to stay safe. Maybe I could train with you? I have a feeling you and I are going to be great partners in life.”

Natasha finally laughed, and your heart soared at the smile on her face.

She ducked under your arm and knocked you to the ground. Leaning over you, her face framed by the gym lights, she held out a hand to help you up.

“I agree...Player One….Maybe I will be your Player Two.”

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Top of Our Class

Chapter 5: Third Year

Fic Type: Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter Crossover, (half)Elf!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Draco being a little shit none

You were sitting on the train with Draco; everyone else seemed to have disappeared into a different compartment. You wondered why none of them ever seemed to follow him here on the way to school. Maybe they lost him in the crowd and didn't bother searching for him; maybe he told them to leave him alone. Maybe they thought that he didn't travel on the train. He had pretty much stayed silent for the whole ride, while you drew a picture of the scenery outside, both of you tired. Tundra was curled up in Draco's arms asleep, and he was stroking his soft fur absentmindedly. Then everything went cold and dark, and you started to shiver and feel sad, remembering how you felt when you had to move away from Mirkwood. You let out a little shriek when you saw strange creatures outside the compartment. Dementors. Those things scared the life out of you. You felt someone move beside you and grab your hand, and you froze in shock, until a familiar fluffy bundle leaped onto your lap and you realized that Draco had sat down by you and slipped his hand into yours. When the lights turned back on, he moved back to his seat, leaving Tundra on your lap.

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When you were in Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class, you knew that something bad was just waiting to happen when Draco started acting his usual, unlikable self in class. You were not surprised, or sympathetic in the least, when he got attacked by Buckbeak. You didn't visit him in the hospital wing, since you knew he was up to his usual dramatics, and you refused to speak with him until it all died down. Just as he refused to listen to you telling him that he should forget his complaint with Buckbeak. It was a minor disagreement that you two had, and it was definitely blown out of proportion.

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When it came to your Boggart in Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you weren't very excited about it to say the least. You didn't know what it would come out as, and that was what you were scared off. When it did come out, it was the image of a Dementor, and you felt your face drain of color. You shouted the spell, and the Dementor supposedly turned into something ridiculous, but you weren't there to see it. You had walked out of the class.

Afterwards, you were found by Professor Lupin, who had somehow known that you would be at the Lake. He sat down beside you and gave you a friendly smile.

"You like it here?" He asked, and you nodded. "I used to come here all the time when I was in Hogwarts."

"What house were you in?" You asked curiously.

"Gryffindor," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Oh," you say. "That makes sense."

"Anyway," he continued, changing the subject, probably realized that it wasn't that intelligent of him to tell a Slytherin student that he was a very proud Gryffindor student... "I came to talk to you. One of the other students told me where I might find you."

"Draco." You confirmed.

"Yes," he answered. "Funny thing that boy, so much like his father, but so different too. Anyway, I would like to talk to you about why you walked out of my class."

"Go ahead," you sigh. "Take as many points as you can off Slytherin. It's only natural for you to want to, being a Gryffindor and all."

"I'm actually not going to take any points off you. I was expecting at least one student to walk out of the class." You sighed. "Why did you walk out? Honestly."

"I was embarrassed," you murmured, your cheeks heating up. "Everyone else's fear is so mundane, spiders, moths, blood, but mine is a silly Dementor..." you frown up at him.

"Nobody's fear is stupid," Professor Lupin answered. "And do you know what it did as soon as you left the room?"

"What?" You asked glumly.

"It turned into a butterfly, it was a funny sight." Professor Lupin smiled. "At least you didn't pass out."

"Pass out?" You repeated. "Who passed out?"

Professor Lupin hesitated. "Harry Potter," he said at last. "Harry had the same fear as you, and he passed out because his past is so bad." He stood up and brushed himself down.

"Why did you tell me that?" You called out to him. "How do you know that I won't use it against Potter?"

"Because I know that you aren't like the other Slytherins." He answered. "I'll excuse you from Herbology, but I expect that you go to your next class, no excuses."

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You are working on finishing your drawing of the lake in the library when Pansy walks up and sits down next to you.

"That's really good." She says looking down at your drawing. "Oh, and congratulations on making the Quidditch team, you deserved it."

"Um, thanks Pansy." You reply, wondering if this was one of her tricks. After all, her congratulations were a year late.

"I'm sorry for being mean to you, I was just jealous because you are such good friends with Draco and your talent on the field."

"Sorry? I didn't think you were capable of that word." And I don't want to be your friend, you think.

"Yeah, well apparently I am. Friends?"

"Yeah, whatever." You reply, wanting to return to your drawing. You know she just wanted to get closer to Draco anyway she could, you had seen the way she stared at him every class and always went out of her way to be around him. Not that you cared.

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"Want to come to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" Draco asked you, as you were doing your homework in the Slytherin Common Room.

"I went with you last weekend, didn't I? And I already said that I wanted to go when Blaise asked me." You looked up at him, deciding to delay your Potions essay.

"Blaise asked you if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him? And you said yes? You do know he's just being nice to you because he wants you to sleep with him, right?" he stares at you incredulously.

"Yes, I know." You did know this, but it wasn't like the outing was a date or anything, Draco needed to back off.

"And besides, I mean do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me, without the others." Draco rephrased, shaking his mop of blonde hair at you.

"Oh." You paused to think about it. "Okay, sure. I'll meet you at the Three Broomsticks after lunch then." And Draco walked up to the boy's dorms while you finished your homework.

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"You're not going home for Christmas this year?" Draco asked you, noticing that you had no bags with you. You shook your head.

"Not this year. My parents are in America for a month, and they are leaving me here. I heard that the Christmases here are supposed to be okay though. Where are you going? Somewhere fancy, or staying at home?"

"I'm going to be at my uncle's house in Wales, if you want I can write to my dad and tell him that I'm not coming home-"

"No Draco," you smile. "Be with your family. I'll be fine; I'll have the Christmas Tree for company." You joke.

"But what about Sirius Black..."

"Draco, I don't think that a murderer is going to get me. It's the Gryffindors that he wants. I'll be fine, now go. Besides, since when have you cared if I was going to be murdered? In fact, since when have you worried about me at all?" He really needed to relax. You weren't sure if he was trying to be protective or something else, but he needed to back off. You could take care of yourself.

"Since you became the second best player on the Quidditch team." He smirked, "But if you're sure..." he said. You just rolled your eyes and nodded.

"I'm sure. And there is no way you are a better Quidditch player than me." You took something out of your pocket and place it into his hands. It was an ornamental golden snitch since Draco was Seeker for the Slytherin team. "Merry Christmas, Draco." You had a feeling that Draco didn't really want to go and see his family at all...

Christmas was over, but at that point you would have been happy to have some homework. You think as you sit staring into the fire.

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"Hey Y/N." Draco Malfoy leans over the back of your chair and you look up in surprise. "Here," He handed you a small, weirdly shaped item. "It's a snow-globe of the Lake," he supplied. "I got it made for you over Christmas, since you got me a present and all." You looked at him, astonished.

"It's lovely," you said truthfully. "You've good taste Draco, and it's good to see you."

"I know," he answered. "Now, somebody told me that you had a stash of chocolate frogs that you were looking to share..."

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Tell your stupid cat to stop jumping on me!" Draco pushed Tundra down off his lap for the third time.

"He wants you to pet him." You reply without even looking up from your book.

"Well I'm trying to study." Malfoy frowned at Tundra who in turn meowed up at him indignantly.

You and Draco were studying for a quiz that Professor Flitwick was giving tomorrow in Charms. It was almost midnight and you and he were the only ones left in the common room, both of you curled up in comfortable chairs, notes, quills, inkpots, and books strewn haphazardly across the coffee table in between you, candles lighting the dark dungeon. Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise, who had all been studying with you earlier that evening, had all gone to bed. Draco yawned, but turned a page in his Charms textbook. You were really tired, but you had to stay awake. You still had five more chapters to read..... 

You shake yourself out of your stupor and return to reading. Now where were you? Oh yes, the happiness charm.... You were almost completely asleep, eyes closed, drifting in and out of dream and reality when you heard Malfoy get up from his chair, walk to the other side of the room to get something, then walk back around the coffee table to where you lay asleep. You didn't want to wake up, so you stayed curled up in your armchair, eyes closed as his footsteps neared.

He slipped a blanket over you and placed a warm hand on your shoulder, whispering, "Goodnight Y/N." Before blowing out the candles on the table and heading towards the boys' dormitories. You snuggled comfortably warm under the blanket, wondering why he had bothered. In no time at all you were fast asleep.

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Platform 9 and ¾ was a busy place. Parents and children were reuniting after the long school year, and friends were bidding goodbye to each other for the summer. You yourself were keeping a lookout for your own family from your perch on a bench. You had ridden on the train with Molly, Mary Beth, and Emma and you had promised to keep in touch with each other over the summer. Some of your classmates however, you were glad to be rid of. Like Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and.... Speak of the devil. Draco Malfoy sat down next to you, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him like bodyguards.

"Hello Malfoy." You say nonchalantly, scooting over to make room for his eagle owl. "Hello L/N." He smirked at you, "Doing anything fun this summer?" 

"No, I'm just staying home." This was a lie. You were going to Mirkwood in June to visit your mother's family, but there was no way you were telling him of all people you were half Elf.

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We’re Getting Married

Author: Darlin’ and Vixen

Warnings: Smut, fluff, more smut

Rating: NSFW 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You and Steve have been together for a couple years now, you both share the same birthday, but have not been in the same place to celebrate it together till now. Part 2/2.

Square(s) Filled: Prostate Milking for Marvel Bingo by @shield-agent78 @marvelbingo

Cuddling by @shield-agent78 for Star Spangled Bingo @star-spangled-bingo / Watching the Sunset by @averyrogers83 for Star Spangled Bingo @star-spangled-bingo

Words: 1679

A/N: Another collaborative fic from the smut duo of Darlin’ and Vixen to celebrate the one and only Steven Grant Rogers “Captain America” and his birthday. Beautiful edit made by our lovely @hotoffthepressfics

image You were completely spent from the activities your activities that you had a bit of a time walking back to the patio to meet up with your friends. Luckily Steve was there to keep you upright. The two of you laughing and whispering as you got back to the pool just in time for Tony and Rhode to call the dinner bell.

“Thank god, I’m starving.” you exclaimed giving Steve a quick peck on the cheek before heading for the food, leaving him behind laughing at you.

“So punk, did you do it?” inquired Bucky. He knew what Steve was up to, he had planned it for months now, enlisting the help of Nat and Wanda to find out what kind of ring to get and the right size, while he and Bucky went into the city to find the perfect ring.

“Yea…” He watched you as you stealthy moved through the line, cutting in front of Sam, leaving him whining behind you.

“And…..” Bucky impatiently waited for a response.

“And, yes…she said yes, We’re getting married.” Nat and Wanda squilled joyfully.

“Let’s see the ring, Capsicle” Tony joked with a grin.

“Ring ya, I haven’t given it to her yet. She hasn’t opened the box yet…we got kind of sidetracked.” Steve admitted. Bucky snickered at his friend.

“Ya, right and you got in a fight with a tiger,” motioning to Steve’s back.

“Um, yeah, she was a ferocious one at that..” you laughed coming up from behind. “You really need to do something about that, old man.” giving Steve a playful tease.

“Watch it kitten.” Steve sassed. “Remember I still have a diamond collar for you.”

“Oh, kinky..” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Hey, come on, there’s kids present!” Tony motioned towards Sam.

“Hey! I am a grown ass man, with childlike tendencies.” Sam quipped back.

“Yes,” you Wanda and Natasha answered almost simatainualy. Sam fished in his pocket revealing a small back box and tossed it to Steve as he put down his plate.

“Ooo, give me,” you smiled reaching for the box. Steve pulled it out of your reach.

“Not so fast, you are going to have to wait now after that old man comment.”

“Stevie..“ you whined.

"The price you pay, I warned you about that, thought proved that earlier.”

“Yes you did.” You bit you bottom lip coyly.

“Eww, we don’t need to go any further.” The group groaned.

You gave him and pout and quiently ate your food as Wanda and Natasha peppered you with questions about your dream wedding. You answered them the best you could looking over to Steve for support as he talked with the guys. All you really wanted was something small maybe on a beach surrounded by your family or friends. Hell, you didn’t care if Steve and you eloped as long as you were both together. After what felt like ten rounds of questions you quietly excused yourself and made your way toward the dock overlooking the lake. The warm summer breeze whipping through your hair. You stood overlooking the glistening water as you fidgeted with the ties of your suit.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”Steve asked as he placed his arms around you waist letting out a little sigh.

“Sorry, just had to step away for a bit. I think Nat and Wanda are overly excited about a big wedding and…and I don’t need all that. I just want it to be intimate and low key. Unless that’s what you want" she looked at him questionly.

“Sweetheart, whatever you want is fine.” You look up over your shoulder at this wonderful man and give him a small smile. “Better?” You nod your head yes. “Good, let’s get back. I still have your present to give you only if you don’t call me old again.”

“Yes, Cap.” you smile, “You know I only say that to get you riled up.” Wiggling your eyebrow at him as the two of you walk back to the patio hand in hand.

When you arrived back at the pool area the two of you enjoyed time with your friends, eating, drinking, and laughing. As the sun began to set Steve took you down by the lake to finally give you your present.

The warm wind blew rushing the tree leaves as you two sat on the bench overlooking the last of the sun’s rays danced across the lake. You watched in silence for a moment until Steve shifted in his seat, “So, I have something for you, I just hope you like it.” He pulled out the little black box for earlier and held it in the palm of his hand. You gazed down upon it as he flipped the top open. In side was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. The platlam ring consisted of a round center diamond surrounded by a circle of blue sapphires and an outer ring of red rubies. It resembled his shield! You loved it immediately. You beamed as you stared wide eyed at the ring in disbelief. “Do you like it?” He asked nervously.

“Steve it’s beautiful! I love it. Can I wear it now?!. .” Steve pretended to give you a gruff look stopping you in your tracks, “ugh please?” Steve slips it onto your ring finger and leans over kissing you gently on the lips, then wrapped his arm around you as the two of you watched the sunset in the horizon. You laid your head on his shoulder as you cuddled next to one another and watched the day disappear into night as Tony’s fireworks show began to fill the night sky.

“Let’s go baby, I have one more thing to show you.”you took him by the hand and made your way back to your room.

“Oh, what’s that?” Steve inquired.

“The second part of your birthday present.” you cooed. You entered your shared room and made Steve sit down on the bed. “Don’t move Cap,” you teased placing a finger onto his lips. He nipped at it making you smile. “I’ll be right back.”

You slipped into the slinky lingerie number you picked out especially for this today. The top was cropped and did very little to cover anything, but that was the point. The red, white, and blue fabric hugged the curve of your breasts nicely, a solitary button holding it together between your cleavage. A strip of loose fabric draped along the top of your ribs adding a nice, delicate touch to the ensemble. You then finished the look with white silk thigh high stockings that you attached to the matching garter belt. You looked yourself over one more time before opening the door and entered the room.

Steve’s eyes widened as soon as he saw you step out of the bathroom. He drank you in like a slow whiskey. “Come here,” he commanded his voice dropping an octave. Your teeth grazed your bottom lip as you walk over to him. You stand in front of him ding for him to touch you. He slowly runs his large hands up your clothed legs stopping at your behind as he gives it a little swat causing you to jump forward. Steve gives you a teasing smirk. “Just a little punishment for the old man comment from earlier.”

You giggle in response,”Yes, Captain. Do you like your gift?”

“Like is not the word for it Sweetheat, you look sexy as hell.” He begins to run his large hands up and over your breasts causing you to moan. “Do you like that baby? Answer your Captain.”

“Mmm, yes sir.” you can already feel your panties getting wet as he continues to caress one breast and then the other, gently pinching your nipples as you moan out in pleasure. His free hand lightly running up your stockinged leg stopping at your ass giving it a squeeze. He unhooks your garter belt from the left leg and runs his large hands down them as he rolls down your stocking. His fingertips dance along your legs giving you chills. Steve repeats his action for the right leg. He runs his hands back up your legs again causing you to moan out, “St.teve.”

“Tell me what you want baby girl? What you need.”

“Y. .you, Cap I need you.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you down onto his lap. His erection pressing hard against your waist. You quickly remove the trunks he was still wearing from earlier to free his hardening member. You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed his thick throbbing cock buried deep inside you. You take your hands and rub the length of his shaft as you give his balls a little squeeze. He moans out your name causing you to smirk. You kiss him deeply running your hand over his shaft again the pad of your thumb runs over the tip spreading the pre-cum as you stroke his cock.

“Fuck baby I got to get in you now or I’m not going to last,” he grunts. You give him a coy smile.

“Yes, sir.” You aline him with your entrance as you sink down onto his large member. Your head falls back in ecstasy as you rock your hips against his. Steve sucks and nips at the sweet spot on your neck. You feel your walls clap down around him as pleasure begins to build up in your belly. “Steve. . please don’t stop.” You arms wrap around his neck as your head drops on his shoulder, your movements quicken as you could feel yourself erupt as you hit your orgasm,

Steve comes spilling his hot seed into you with grunts and curses falling from his lips. Your bodies still as the two of you try to bring your frenzied breathing back to normal. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty. “I love you Mrs. Rogers, Happy Birthday.” He mumbles placing a kiss on top of your head.

You sigh happily and content “I love you too, Mr. Rogers.”