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vanilla-vivillon · 3 years

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"we're exes and we meet again" maybe?

Oooooooooh interesting!!! I decided to do a Genya Safin x David Kostyk one because I haven’t done that yet for some reason

Also college AU yes please.

Genya Safin knows what she wants

And what she wants is to get through her studies

Become a plastic surgeon

Support her friends

Maybe get a cat

What she doesn’t want is to meet her high school ex at a party

She doesn’t want to talk with him for hours

She doesn’t want to relive the hurt

But the universe never does care for what we want does it

“C’mon Nazyalensky it will be fun!” Nikolai was trying to convince Zoya to come to the party he was throwing in his dorm

Nikolai was throwing a party to celebrate the start of there third year at Stanford

“Nikolai there is a lot of studying we should be doing instead of drinking our cares away” Zoya shot back

“Genya, love, please knock some sense into Zoya?”

“It could be fun, plus the school year started two weeks ago. No profesor is going to assign a big test anytime soon” Genya said

“You have never met Proffesor Baghra” Zoya said Speeding up

They were all walking to the dormitories together

Zoya was studying law. She wants to be a lawyer

“Are you really gonna let some old hag with a stick up her ass ruin your fun?” Genya retorted stopping in front of them

After a long pause zoya finnally relents and says “Fine. I’ll go, but for you, that way your not stuck with Alina and Mals drama”

Ever since Alina started screwing the professor with the the dreamy dark eyes and looked far to good to ever be a professor, mal had been insufferable

Flashing his million dollar smile Nikolai turned towards Zoya “I knew you would see sense”

“Now leave my sight before I change my mind” Nikolai sped off towards his dorm no doubt to finish preparations for tonight

Genya typically enjoyed parties

Cool people, cool music, cool boys

The list went on

Reapplying her deep red lipstick Genya turned towards her roommate Alina

Alina Starkov was a foster kid bouncing around homes in a small town, Keramzin.

She and her friend Mal felt so out of place in California

Genya helped her a lot in the first year and after some drama in there second year friendship was finally back on track

“Okay how do I look?” Genya asked giving a little spin

She chose a short red dress with a black leather jacket and thigh high black boots

“You look Perfect” Alina complimented finishing up on her own eyeliner

“Of course I do”

Alina laughed that fluttery sound that had become far to rare these days

“Listen Alina, I’m worried about you”

Alina took a pause before answering “I’m fine Genya”

“Alina you’re sleeping with your professor”

“So what!” Alina snapped “We’re both adults! Besides I don’t want to talk about this tonight, let’s just go to the party”

Genya let out a sigh

Sometimes Alina could be the most stubborn woman on earth

“Fine”

Loud music was blaring through the speakers Nikolai borrowed from Mal

Genya was socializing with some of her friends

While Genya did like parties the constant people was always a little stressful for her

So after giving some dating advice Genya went to go grab some beer

Pouring it Genya reflected

She was doing well in her classes, most of her friends were okay, she personally didn’t have a cat but across the hall from her is some dude Harshaw who did

one thing was missing

Him

Journals and glasses and caramel candies

Genya had been in love once in her life

And it’s seemed once was all she would ever get

“Oh sorry!” Genya exclaimed accidently spilling beer on someone

Looking up she lost her breath

There he was

All brown hair and wide eyes and sunkissed skin

And all the memories came crashing back

Geny first fell in love with him in the sixth grade

Well not love really

More like awe.

Back then he was really into legos

He built this giant airplane that Genya thought was so cool

But they first talked in seventh grade

They were partners in a group project

David hadn’t been very interested in Genya then

But Genya even then loved the way his brain worked

But she never said anything

In there sophomore year of high school after years of being friends Genya finally got the courage and told him her feelings

David was so suprised then he had to leave the room and come back two minutes later to say he reciprocated her feelings

They started dating and were inseparable

Whenever David had been pulling an all nighter on some new idea she would go over to his house and bring him some Carmel candies

Whenever she raved on about this new surgery technique he would listen and give her that soft beautiful smile he rarely showed anyone

But there happiness came crashing down in senior year

David was going to go to MIT all the way in Massachusetts while Genya wanted to go to Stanford in California since she was a kid

At first they were going to do long distance

But it didn’t work out

They both got busy

And didn’t talk

And Genya hated having a boyfriend who was never there

There was never some big fight

Never some big cheating scandal

One day Genya posted a picture of her on a date with the cute classmate who winked at her and that was that

They never saw each other again

But that might change tonight where she met those impossible chocolate eyes again

“What are you doing here?” Genya said after her shock

“Genya, I…. I live here” David said stuttering

Clearly he was just as suprised as she was

“Hey Genya you meet my new roommate David!” Suddenly Nikolai appeared “He just transferred from MIT”

Transferred

He transferred

David Kostyk transferred to Stanford

The one who got away was standing right in front of her

“Do you two know each other?” Nikolai asked sensing the tension

Ignoring him, Genya said “would you like to talk outside?”

After knowing David for years Genya knew she should probably initiate conversation

David gave a slow nod ignoring his roommate’s bewildered face

Walking outside they turned to each other again

He had gotten cuter if that was even possible

“So…. You transferred?” Genya attempted to start talking

“MIT was great, but it felt kinda isolating. So when Nikolai suggested transferring… I took him up on the offer”

That made sense

David always had a hard time making friends

In high school Genya practically had to force him into her friend group

It mustve be hard all alone

Genya was the opposite

Although all through elementary school she was ruthlessly bullied and sophomore year of college was complicated, she had always been able to make friends

“Well I’m glad your here now” Genya said looking away to hide her blush

“I think I’m glad to”

David and Genya talked the whole night

About there studies and friends

Genya couldn’t way to introduce him to Alina

They had a lot in commmon

Things between the two weren’t perfect

But then again in matters of the heart it never was

Genya wasn’t sure of what she wanted

But if she had a Carmel loving genius by her side she might be able to be okay with that

Omg it’s finally done. This has to be one of the most difficult things I’ve written. I didn’t enjoy it at all but I’m really glad I went through with it. Thank you @ninamorozova and @confused-as-all-hell for encouraging me to complete this.

Thank you @wafflesandschemingfaces for the prompt

If yall really like this I might make a part two with David’s perspective

Please reblog. Likes are nice but te logs actually help

My ask box is open and I take any Grishaverse requests

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innocent-chris-evans-slut · 4 years

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Don’t Stop

My Masterlist ✨

Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3.307 (I got carried away, sorry)

Type: Smut

Summary: Tony’s throwing the biggest party for his birthday. You and Wanda take the spotlight, but the Captain isn’t very happy about it.

Warning(s): oral sex (male receving), rough sex, hair pulling, dom!Steve, threesome, overstimulating, voyerurism

IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE, DON’T READ!

For his birthday, Tony Stark had decided to throw one of the biggest parties you had ever been at. In only two days he transformed the living room of fourth floor of the Avengers Compound into the biggest party room on the planet.

You were the latest addition to the Avengers. You had a power that anybody had seen before, an ultrasonic scream that Tony Stark, as well as Bruce Banner, found fascinating -especially because you didn’t use any kind of technological device. No, your power was entirely natural. For this reason, you had been paired with Wanda. In the last few months you and Wanda had become great friends, given that you were almost the same age and that your life experiences -even if extreme- were almost the same. Also, you were the youngest Avengers at the compound and your friendship was becoming stronger each day passed.

“Tell me why do we have to attend the party”, you said as you sat down on the edge of your bed, soon followed by Wanda. You both laid down on the mattress and sigh at the idea of that evening. Undoubtedly there were members of the team that loved that kind of events, but you and Wanda weren’t among those.

“Because…” the red-haired one started, “…it is Tony’s birthday, who technically is our boss. And because the Captain will wear a suit and we love him wearing a suit”.

A particular common interest you had Steve Rogers. Since day one both of you made it clear to each other about the massive crush on the Captain and both accepted it. Being it only a dream, sometimes you found yourselves fantasizing about sharing a night with the soldier. “Imagine him wearing a light-blue-linen shirt put inside of pair of dark blue pair of pants. The ones in which his ass stands out”, while telling it, you found yourself shivering.

The same was happening to the Witch, who didn’t hide it, “Hopefully with his sleeves rolled-up on his arms”.

“I think we should have a cold shower”, you stated, getting up; you stretched out a hand to help your friend doing the same, “See you later?”

“For sure. I’m still not able to apply eyeliner alone.”

“Have you seen the twins?” Nat placed the flute she had between her hands on the table, then she took the seat next to Steve. She fixed the close-fitting black sheath dress on her uncovered knees and lowered its sleeves.

Twins was how everybody addressed to Wanda and you, considered your age and the quite special bond you shared. Yet, everybody learnt not to call the two of you like that when you were around.

“Not yet”, the soldier had a quick look around the room and confirmed his answer to his friend’s question. Once he went back staring at the golden liquid in his glass, on the table, he was suddenly hit on his chest by Natasha. He looked up and followed her gaze.

All the guests’ eyes laid on Wanda and you as both entered the room. For that particular event, the two friends decided wearing the same dress, but in two different colors. It was a knee-long sheath dress with no sleeves, yet high-necked; as you turned to reach the counter everybody became aware that behind, the dress, left the upper half of their backs uncovered.

“Good evening, girls”, Sam Wilson appeared behind your backs and asked for a drink at the bartender, “What are your plans? Kill everyone in this room?”

You shared a look with Wanda and both giggled, before turning to your friend, “Probably” your friend said.

“Or probably just one”, you added having a quick look around and lying your eyes over the Captain, now busy talking with a bunch of apparently-wealth men, behind them stood their wives and girlfriends.

Sam burst out laughing when he acknowledged what, or better who, the two of you were aiming for, “Good luck then”, and he left. Your best friend couldn’t help but search for Steve’s gaze once more. As a matter of fact, Wanda and you had never lost him for more than ten seconds; as if he was your target that night.

In fact, he was.

And he acknowledged your eyes on him as he walked across the room and sat down on the nearest couch he’d found. Legs slightly spread and head folded on his left side, an amused smirk coming up. If he was surprised by the twins’ outfits, he managed not to show it to anyone. That night he drew all women’s attention -married, engaged, in a relationship-, yet he acted like he hadn’t noticed it. Steve Rogers hated acknowledging it, but his attention was all on Wanda and you, who chose to wear the same dress, still in two colors. Steve refused to believe they chose blue and red because they were the only colors available, instead he thought you wore them for him.

His colors.

The Captain switched his eyes between Wanda and Y/N, who were dancing at the center of the dancefloor. For the couch he was sat on, he had a clear view of the two of you moving your hips and letting your hair free to be. He didn’t hold it back when two young boys came behind your backs and laid their hands on the girls’ waists.

Enough was enough.

“Girls, a word”, Steve didn’t wait for the two of you to agree with him, or simply consciously follow him, he grabbed your wrists and dragged you into his office -not far away from the place the party was going on. He pulled you in the room and forced you to sit down on two chairs, “What was that?”

Between the two, you were the most stubborn -you hated being scolded. Especially from the man you loved -the one you dreamt about at night, “We were just having fun. That’s what people do at parties”, you said trying to get up, but Steve put his hand on your shoulder and applied enough pressure to make you sit again.

“Enough parting for you two tonight.”

“What did I do?” Wanda spoke up, irritated by the Captain’s voice tone, “Can I-“

“No, we’re not going to ask to go back there”, you got up -this time making sure you were out of Steve’s look-, “C’mon”, you took Wanda’s hand and together you began approaching the door.

Little did you two know the Captain had locked the three of you inside the office, “Guess you can’t go anywhere without these”. Steve was leaning against the desk, shaking the keys in his hand.

“So, what? Are we staying here the whole night and wait for all the guests to be gone?”

“I have a better idea”, you said with her unique naughty smirk on, suddenly coming up with an idea. You approached Wanda and whispered to her ear your plan, knowing that she would be more than concordant with you.

Rogers couldn’t hear what the two were talking about but, by the look you two shared, he knew something was going to happen to him, “I’m not going to fight you”.

“Oh, we’re not”, your smirk never came off of your face, and slowly starts walking towards him.

The same did Wanda, next to you, “Not at all”.

Steve didn’t know what to do; he clearly didn’t know what was going on. Better, he had a vague idea, yet he refused to believe so, “Girls…” the soldier backed off until he hit the wall.

There was no way to escape.

“Not so bossy now, aren’t you?” your voice voice echoed in the empty room, with one last step you were now facing the blonde man, “Captain?”

He didn’t lose his control; he stood still and straight against the cold door. The closest the two girls got, the breathless he became. You were a few inches away from the Captain’s face when the smirk on your face disappeared and you turned to Wanda. And you kissed her. You literally made your lips crush against Wanda’s and cupped her head. At that sight Steve swallowed hard, not able to say anything to stop you two. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. The built man stared at the girl’s lips on each other’s face; the Witch’s tongue in your mouth. He felt his pants and underwear getting tighter and tighter, his jaw and his fists clenching as he watched you two being so intimate and provocative. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Girls, don’t play with fire”, the Captain warned you, closing his eyes and hoping you would have listened to him.

Yet, you and Wanda didn’t.

Instead, your friend broke the kiss and turned to the Super Soldier standing in front of them. She can’t say if he was shocked or excited -or both-, but she found the answer when she let her eyes wander on his body. “Looks like we’ve made the Captain hard”, she stated, switching her eyes between the bulge in his pants and you.

“I’m sure we can do something to make you feel better”, you slowly kneeled down and, with a rapid movement, unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, lowering them up to his ankles. You couldn’t help but look at him while her hand slipped into his underwear and grasped his already hard cock. She pulled it out and stared at it, her mouth watery, before licking the pre-cum on the tip. All of a sudden you felt a strong hand on your hair and looked up; Steve was holding your hair with one hand and Wanda’s with the other, his lips on the Witch’s.

“Suck it”, those words were capable of make you shiver.

You licked the entire length, while your hand gently massaged his balls; when the grip among your hair tightened, you smirked and eventually put your lips on Steve’s pulsating pinkish cock. You started slowly, letting your tongue wander on his evident veins; the pace gradually increased.

Steve liked it; or, at least, that’s what you could state, given the moans coming from his mouth -currently on Wanda’s neck. Again, he put his hand among your hair and buried his cock in you mouth. Entirely. You widened your eyes but managed to take it in and not throw up. His manners, the possession he was showing, it was anything he had shown before. Perhaps none of the Avengers knew that part of him.

That’s why Y/N and Wanda weren’t expect Steve to be like that under the sheets.

He suddenly removed his cock from your mouth and, with a tug in your hair, forced you to look up at him, “Want me to cum in your mouth? Or over that pretty face of yours?”

You and Wanda were completely shocked by his behavior. You exchanged an ashen look, yet Steve caught them, “Maybe I should just wait”. Having said that, the super soldier grabbed the both of them by their waists and lifted them up, effortlessly.

Both caught by surprise, both the girls let out a gasp when he opened the door and walked down the hall, careless if anyone was there; once in front of his bedroom, Steve kicked the door open.

“On the bed”, he ordered in a tone which didn’t allow any kind of reply. Neither a discord.

You were already more than wet, only waiting for him to let you reach your climax over and over again. Yet your plans weren’t Steve’s.

“Clothes off”, he gave another order and sat down on the armchair in front of the bed. His eyes fixed on his colleagues, kneeled on his bed and about to strip for him. As you unzipped Wanda’s dress, Steve felt his boner was becoming harder and harder. He brought his right hand down to his clothed crotch and softly rubbed it -not wanting to cum in his pants.

The Witch was wearing a see-through black underwear. You had a similar underwear on, though it was dark red.

“Kiss”, a smirk came up onto his face, while he unbuttoned his pants and let his hard cock spring free. Steve slowly stroked it, his eyes-full of lust- still on the two girls, as you cupped Wanda’s face and gently trapped the Witch’s lips into yours. Your tongues danced together; a stream of saliva dripped from both of your chins. “Wanda, unclasp Y/N’s bra”.

Without even opening her eyes, Wanda’s hands reached your back and her fingers quickly unfastened the opening of your bra, leaving your breasts free. Unconsciously your left hand reached the slip you were wearing, and your fingers slipped in.

In a matter of seconds Steve got up and approached the two, though he didn’t climb on the bed. He grabbed your arm and put it at the base of your back, “Have I told you to do it?”, as your answer was late, Steve said: “Answer me!”

“N-no.”

He tightened the grasp around your arm, “What was that?”

“No, Captain”, you soon corrected yourself, batting your eyes, “I’m sorry, Captain”, you added in a lustful tone.

The way you pronounced it, the way you were looking at him through you long eyelashes, did nothing but turn him on even more, “Since you’ve been a naughty girl, you’ll be watching”. He made Wanda stop and dragged you off the bed, then he forced you on the chair he was sat before and said: “Enjoy the show”. He went back to Wanda, he quickly made her face the sheets and tied her hands behind her back and gently caressed her ass, “Are you ready?”

The girl nodded without taking her eyes off of Steve’s face, even when he put the tip of his cock to her entrance, “So wet for me, aren’t you?”, he rubbed his index and middle fingers on her folds, her juices all over his fingers, “Here, taste yourself”.

As soon as Wanda had opened her mouth, Roger’s fingers slipped into it, leaving behind them a sweet trace. Tasting herself aroused her even more; somehow, she was becoming wetter and the knot in her stomach tightened.

She was about to cum.

And she wasn’t the only one; on the chair you clenched your tights, trying to ease the pain coming from your pulsating clit -horny because of what was going on not far away from you. Steve had buried Wanda’s face into the mattress, her ass in the air, and was about to make his way into her -but, before, he glanced over you with a smirk on his face.

Without a warning, the Captain thrusted himself into Wanda, making her scream against the sheets.

“We don’t want anybody to hear us, do we?” the girl under him nodded as she made her best not to scream while Steve increased his pace. It was an unhuman speed. Something Wanda had never experienced before. And it was breathtaking.

Steve grasped Wanda’s throat, pulling her up until her back hit his chest, he grabbed her chin and turned her towards you -clearly in pain on the chair. Your chest raised up and down and your breath was heavy; the Captain didn’t allow you to touch herself, but you soon discovered it wasn’t necessary. You were about to come only by seeing them having sex.

“Bring her closer.”

Wanda followed his order and used her mgaic to pull your chair closer to them. A second after you were looking at Steve quickly thrusting in and out from your best friend. Some drops of Wanda’s juices squirted over your face and you licked it, pleased with yourself.

“Look at our bad girl, wanting to taste you”, Steve noticed it and it did nothing but let his smirk grow over his face, “Wanda, do you want her to taste you?”

Wanda was on edge, really close to cum over the Captain’s cock, and it made it difficult to answer his question. She raised her head and looked over her shoulder to see the built man looking at her and you, ready to jump on the bed at Steve’s command.

He had two girls in the palm of his hand.

“Y-yes, Captain”, Wanda whispered, feeling the knot in her stomach tightening more and more. She felt the mattress caving in as her best friend put her knee onto it.

“Face here, baby girl”, he gestured you to lay down right under Wanda’s entrance, where he’s thrusting deep in her up to her climax. Steve roughly grabbed your hair and buried your face into Wanda’s folds, “How does it feel, sweetheart?”

“G-great”, Wanda was almost unable to speak, as her climax approached, and her moans filled the room. She closed her eyes and pressed her face onto the pillows, releasing her screams. The Witch felt her legs shaking, then a strong grip on both her tights; she lowered her gaze and saw her best friend, smiling at her and licking her completely opened folds. The view of her juices, mixed with Steve’s cum, dripping from another girl’s chin was enough for her to come again.

“Now, what should I do with you and your bouncing tits?” as he ended covering your face with his cum, he lowered himself, “I should punish you”, he giggled and stand up, stretching a hand for you to get up as well. He looked into your eyes, sparkling and full of lust, and he came up with the perfect punishment for his naughty girl. Steve tossed you on the bed and wide-opened your legs, a moment after his full length was inside you.

You were breathless and when you understood he wouldn’t move, you moaned: “Fuck”, desperately trying not to let out one of her screams, “Please…move”, you said, feeling his cock still almost in her stomach.

“Gladly”, he thrusted into you once, with all his force and your moans pleased him, “Sweetheart, come here”, he brushed Wanda’s cheek and grabbed her chin, putting her mouth down on your clit, “Lick”. He began pushing his cock deeper inside of you, amazed by the fact that you could take all of that. The only noises in the room were your suppressed moans and Steve’s balls roughly banging onto your ass.

The man of your dreams was fucking you, really hard and roughly, and you weren’t the only one. You would have lied if you said having a threesome didn’t turned you on even more. Watching your best friend bend over you, sucking on your clit and shamelessly staring at you, made you cum in less than four minutes -absolutely a record time for you.

“Don't stop.”

When you heard it, coming for Steve, you couldn’t help but let out your moans and struggle, trying to resist the overstimulation. You looked as Steve kept Wanda’s head on her clit, not allowing her to move. “Please…” it was nothing more than a whisper, but the other two clearly heard it, “Cap-“, you voice broke when you reached your second climax.

“What a champ”, Steve said chuckling and made Wanda lifted her head and his eyes soon found hers, “On your knees, sweetheart”. Then he grabbed you by her throat and pushed you down on the floor. Both of you looking at him as if you were puppies made his cock grow in his hand. “Don’t open your mouths”, having said that, he stroked his hard a cock and in a matter of seconds he cum all over your faces -on your mouths, your cheeks and your closed eyes. With his hands he spread his hot cum more and looked at you, pleased with himself.

“Dress up. We have twenty minutes before the cake is out”, he opened his bathroom’s door and turned to you, still kneeled, and found you licking his cum from each other’s face, “Good girls. Now clean yourselves up”.

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carelessannie · 3 years

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maybe it goes like this: tony courts peter (part 7)

Read on A03

Read the Stuckony backstory

Word count: 5.7K

Pack focus. This means Clint x Peter x Annie (OFC), Clint x Steve, Steve x Peter, Bucky x OFC, and Steve x Tony x Bucky x Clint x Annie x Peter (wow)

It all goes to hell, because, of course it does. But it’s exciting to fix it, because everyone is falling in love.

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, subdrop, almost a fight bc Clint is aggressive

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maybe it goes like this:

“So… have you heard from him yet?”

Annie sighs, rolling her eyes, and refrains from shaking the precious Omega standing behind her,

“Not in the past three minutes, Peter.”

“Sorry, I just—”

“I know, you’re nervous,” she tries to drop the tone, squinting in the bathroom mirror to finish her eyeliner, “why don’t you just call him? Or your boyfriend?”

In the reflection, Peter pouts, crossing his arms, “I tried, but both went to voicemail. He should have been done by now.”

Annie takes care to sweep perfectly symmetrical wings across each upper lid, before exchanging her eyeliner for a brighter tube of mascara. It’s taking a lot of effort to ignore Peter as he stresses over their evening, but no one has ever called her a quitter.

Peter continues his spiral in her silence, “What if they got into a fight? Could he be dead— is there a chance Steve killed him? Or what if he dropped again, and there’s no one there to help him? What if they’re in the hospital—”

Enough.

“Peter, stop it,” Annie finally turns away from the mirror and grabs Peter by his shoulders, “if any of those things happened, one of their packmates would have called by now. I know we have to leave soon, but there’s really nothing we can do, okay?”

Peter’s eyes tear up a bit and he sniffles, looking down at his outfit, which currently is one of Clint’s shirts and a pair of leggings, “Annie, I’m not— I’m not even dressed yet.”

“Let me help you, okay Pete?” she steers him out of the bathroom and towards their wardrobe, picking up her phone to try calling again as they sort through possible outfit choices for Peter.

The phone rings— once, twice, three times— before,

“Yello.”

“Clint Barton! Do you know how many times we’ve tried calling—”

“Annie! Holy shit, Annie— is Peter there? Do you have me on speaker?”

She shakes her head in disbelief while pressing the speaker button, making sure Peter can hear too.

“Is that Clint?” Peter asks, pointing at the phone. Annie nods, and Peter gasps, “You asshole! I tried to call you so many times, where on earth have you been?”

“I’m so sorry, Omega, honestly— the conversation with Steve went longer than I expected and I’m driving back now. But please, I have to tell you— I’m compatible with him!”

Both Omegas exchange a look, clearly confused and doubtful of their Beta.

“What does that mean, Clint?”

“It means I’ve got a chance. I thought I’d hate him, or be forced to put up with him for your sake. But, honestly… he’s pretty amazing. I can tell he cares a whole freaking lot about his pack and I think he’s in this for real.”

Peter reaches out to grab her hand, and Annie can’t help but smile back.

“Did you tell him your history?” Annie prompts, pulling Peter next to her so that they can sit close together on the floor.

She can almost hear Clint waving his hands around, animated in his response. “Yeah, I shared most of it with him and it made him cry, honest to god. I also told him he could catch his mates up to speed—”

“— oh my god, did you see Tony?” Peter cuts in, eyes lighting up as he wrings his tiny hands together nervously.

“Yes, needy Omega, I saw Tony. I gave him the flowers, and we had a little heart to heart, too. Real sexy, you know—”

“Shut up, Clint!” Peter squeals as Annie breaks down into helpless giggles at seeing his face light up pink, “does that mean you talked to all three of them, then?”

A small pause, “... no, actually that was kind of awkward. They said that… it seemed like… they had just finished a scene together when I showed up.”

“Oh, shit.” Annie breaths.

“Yeah, Tony definitely didn’t know I was coming,”

Peter covers his mouth, eyes going wide, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I literally can’t believe I forgot to tell him. That sounds so horrible, C!”

There’s a chuckle on the other end, “Don’t worry, Petey, no harm done. I’ll be home soon, and we can head back out there, okay?”

Annie gives Peter a small kiss on the cheek before standing, grabbing her phone, saying, “sounds good, see ya Clint,” and hanging up without another word.

She spins, taking in Peter’s lost expression and the clothing scattered around their closet.

Okay. Motivation.

Peter yelps as Annie hauls him up by his armpits, “Time to get ready, Peter. C’mon— you are gonna look absolutely stunning tonight.”

Finally Peter’s expression melts and a genuine smile breaks out over his face. He pulls Annie closer, leaning in for a quick peck on the lips— careful to avoid messing up her lip gloss.

“I adore you, Annie,” he whispers, “— these boys are not gonna know what hit ‘em.”

She reaches up to twist one of his curls playfully before returning a smirk,

“You’re damn right.”

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“I don’t see why I have to be in the backseat. I clearly called shotgun.”

Clint has been whining ever since they left their apartment, insisting that he was severely wronged by his insolent Omegas. Both of those Omegas are having fun ignoring him— turning up their music and talking louder to drown out his voice.

It took a half hour for Clint to get home after his call, and by some miracle, all three of them were dressed and ready to go with time to spare. Annie had spent time curling Peter’s hair into perfect ringlets before finishing his makeup with sparkly-pink eyeshadow and gloss. Both of them were ready and dressed before Clint got home, and had pushed and prodded the bewildered Beta into a nicer button up with dark jeans and combat boots.

Annie is proud of her and Peter’s outfits, of course. Not many Omegas can pull off pink like they can, and her powdered pink coat goes flawlessly with Peter’s pink polka dot button up. But even more than their outfits, she is proud of how put together their chaotic Beta looks.

After catching Peter glancing back in the rearview mirror for the third time, she decides to say something.

She turns down the music, “You look like a snack, Clint.”

Peter snickers as Clint looks down at himself in bewilderment, “I swear, I’ve never seen these clothes before in my entire life. But, thanks. I guess.”

Since Peter insisted on driving, he can only glance quickly to try and gauge Clint’s expression.

“Those boots are yours,” Peter says.

“Yeah, but when did you guys even have time to buy me clothes?” Clint’s back to complaining, and grumbles sneaky Omegas under his breath.

Annie turns, lightly slapping the inside of Clint’s thigh where he’s sprawled across the backseat, “Hush and take a compliment, Beta. I think I speak for both of us when I say we want to climb you like a tree.”

Peter gasps, swatting at her with one hand, as Clint’s eyes go wide.

She continues, “I mean, it has been awhile since we’ve had a scene, and the mention of Tony’s pack has me—”

Clint leans forward, posture straightening as he grabs her chin to silence her, “— you feeling horny, Omega?” he purrs, a feral grin taking over his face.

“M— maybe.”

“Have I not been taking care of you, Annie?” he moves closer, and forces Annie to turn almost completely in her seat.

“... Clint.”

He grips harder, “Try again.”

“Fuck, Beta. Please.”

“— guys, can this wait—” Peter tries to interrupt, but is quickly shut down by Clint growling, low.

“Sweet Omegas, is that why you dressed me up? Feeling all needy and shit?” he releases his hold on Annie’s chin and moves back to his seat, relaxing again before letting out a sigh, “but you’re right, Pete. This can wait.”

The silence is charged. Both Omegas wiggling in their seats in response to Clint’s dominant display, and Annie whimpers— a small sound that causes Peter’s breath to catch in his throat.

“Aw, Annie. No— come here,” Clint leans forward again, and as she turns he catches her lips in a lingering kiss, licking into her mouth quickly and coaxing a grin out of her.

“Don’t want you to drop, gorgeous. You know I’ll take care of you both, right? Love you so much.”

She pecks him on the lips, satisfied to see some of her pink lip gloss stain his mouth, “Love you, Clint. And you do look amazing tonight.”

“Thanks, pretty Omega,” even though it’s dark in the car, she can tell he’s blushing by the way he ducks his head bashfully.

Annie turns back to face front and catches the slight pout on Peter’s face. She crosses the center console to kiss behind his ear, and enjoys the surprised squawk from the younger Omega.

“Annie! I’m driving!”

Clint laughs, and reaches forward to rub Peter’s shoulder, “We love you too, Petey-pie.”

“Shut up.”

Both of them crack up as Peter shakes himself free. Annie intertwines their fingers and Clint settles back into his seat, quietly staring out the window at the oncoming traffic. She feels a small squeeze and looks up, exchanging a reassuring smile with Peter.

The rest of their drive passes in relative silence, and soon they are pulling up a long, winding driveway into what Annie would swear is a rainforest jungle.

As Peter navigates around the property, he explains, “Tony said that he bought this land right after Steve and Bucky courted him. A lot of it is a nature preserve, and it backs right to the Jamaica Bay. I know all of them wanted to stay in Brooklyn, but Tony absolutely refused to live near anyone, so they built this house together with the hope of living here with their future pack.”

Both Annie and Clint are glued to the window. They watch as the looming trees suddenly part, revealing a modern, sharply-angled, and breathtakingly enormous house. There are at least three stories, and the whole structure seems to be built into the surrounding forest, with a noticeable extension out into the bay.

“Peter,” Annie breathes out, still stunned speechless.

“I know, that’s how I felt earlier.” Clint replies, still looking out at the quickly approaching home.

Peter hums quietly, but Annie can see him shaking slightly. As they pull up and he parks the car, she gives his knuckles a kiss, “Peter?”

He turns and she catches a NervousDistress scent radiating off of him.

That’s not good.

With a quick look to Clint, they both jump out of the car, rounding the side to Peter’s door, and pull the startled Omega out of the driver’s seat.

“What are you— hey!”

“Come here, nervous Omega, and let us hug you,” Clint pulls Peter in, wrapping him in his arms, as Annie turns the car off. She joins the group hug and lets Clint wrap his arms around both of them.

After a few moments, Clint pulls back, gently scenting both of them for any lingering distress. Instead, he groans, “Damn, you two smell like fuckin’ ice cream. So sweet.”

Peter giggles and Annie leans up for a kiss— earning one from Clint first, then Peter.

“Feel better, Peter?” Annie asks, pulling away to look at his face.

He shrugs, “Yes, I just need to trust Tony to do his part, and… I think I’m just really excited to see him again,” he ducks his head, and Clint places another kiss on top.

“Let’s go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Ew, Clint, stop.” Both Omegas complain as Clint tows them towards the entrance, knocking firmly on the door.

They are still arguing about the merits of cheesy nicknames, when the door swings open.

“Tony!” Peter shrieks, throwing himself forward and into the larger man’s arms.

“Hi, baby,” Tony coos, picking his Omega up and spinning them around, “you look so pretty, Pete. You all do, honestly. Such a pretty pack.”

“Thanks Beta,” Peter stretches up to give him a peck on the cheek, and then freezes.

“Peter? What—” Tony puts him down, and Annie watches as two figures approach them in the hallway.

She hears Clint growl behind her, and immediately her eyes turn to Peter. She can only see the side of his face, but his eyes are wide, pupils dilated, and he sucks in a quick breath.

“A— alpha,” he moans, swaying on his feet.

The larger man— Steve, probably— steps out of the shadow and pushes Tony to the side, looming over Peter and reaching to grab his neck.

There’s an echo of growls, one behind and one ahead, before Peter collapses to his knees.

“Fuck no!”

Clint reacts suddenly, pushing Annie behind him. He jumps forward and aims a blow towards Steve, who’s still looking down at Peter, eyes glowing red. Before the hit can land, both Tony and Bucky step forward, blocking the attack on their Alpha and tearing Clint away.

Tony grabs Peter, pulling him to his feet, and pushes him into Annie’s arms.

“Down the hall, to the right. Settle him in the living room and we’ll handle this, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before grabbing Clint and dragging him back outside, hopefully to calm down. Annie struggles to carry the larger Omega down the hall, and thankfully neither Steve nor Bucky are anywhere to be found.

When they finally reach the living room, she drops Peter in a large nesting chair towards the corner and searches for blankets. After finding a few, she wraps him in them and climbs into the nest, throwing the others over top of them to enclose the space.

“Petey?”

No response. Shit.

She moves them so he’s facing her fully, and tries to shake him awake. It seems like whatever happened actually knocked him out, and she checks his eyes, his breathing, before holding him close.

“Petey, you have to wake up for me.”

It’s hard not lacing her words with a dominant tone, but the direct order seems to reach him and Peter’s breath picks up.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart, c’mon.”

His eyes blink open wide and he looks around frantically.

“— Alpha?” he whimpers.

“No, Peter. It’s me. Tell me what you need, Pete.”

He focuses on her then, lips opening and closing before he’s able to speak, “Need’ta come up, Omega. Please.”

Annie strokes over his brow, “Okay, Pete. I’ve got you.”

She uses one hand to block his eyes and the other to peel back the blankets, looking around for someone to help, and sees Bucky in the kitchen.

“Bucky, help,” she whispers, hoping the other Omega can hear her across the room.

His head shoots up as he takes in the situation, and he swiftly walks over. He looks into her eyes, sees her hold on Peter, and drops to his knees next to the nest,

“What do you need, Omega?”

She has to stop herself from reaching out to touch him, and instead keeps her eyes on Peter, “Please tell me you have apples, bananas and carrots? Or crackers?”

“I do— do you want them sliced, Omega?”

“Yes, thank you,” she agrees, turning back to Peter as Bucky hurries back into the kitchen. She cradles his head, keeping one hand over his eyes to block them from the light, and lets him curl in closer to her as he floats.

“Sweet Omega,” she whispers, pulling him closer, “so good for me. So good, Peter.”

“Here,” Bucky says gently, and offers her a plate with slices of each food. He also hands her a bottle of water.

“Thanks, Bucky. Can you dim the lights? Maybe light candles if you have them?”

“Of course.”

He walks away to lower the lights, and Annie finally takes her hand off of Peter’s eyes. He blinks up at her, adorably confused, and gives her a small smile.

“Apple, Peter,” she says, pressing the apple slice up against his lips. He takes a small bite and she watches as he chews and swallows before offering another.

Once the apple is gone, she holds up the next fruit, “Banana.”

He takes the softer fruit in one bite, and Annie notices his eyes clearing up and he tightens his grip on her arm.

“Last one, Peter. Can you tell me what it is?”

“Carrot, Annie,” he says, smooth and steady, chewing the carrot slice while maintaining eye contact.

After he swallows, she hands him the bottle of water. He drinks it slowly, taking in the room and turns his gaze back to her.

“What— what happened?”

Bucky comes back over to them and looks to Annie for direction. She motions for him to join them in the nest, and they both move over as Bucky climbs in, pulling the other Omegas to nestle into his side.

“What do you remember, Peter?” Annie asks, reaching over to hold his hand on top of Bucky’s chest.

“I… I’m not sure. I remember being in Tony’s arms, and then— did I meet Steve? And someone attacked him? I don’t know Annie, I just remember floating and then coming back up.”

Bucky makes a pained noise, “Stevie reacted to Clint’s challenge, an’ his display caused you’ta drop.”

“Display, what—”

Annie sighs, “Basically, Clint saw you react to the new Alpha. His hindbrain registered that as a threat, and he growled— challenging Steve. I think Steve must have released some type of Alpha pheromones, because my mind went hazy too. After that, both of them were growling and you kneeled for him.”

“For— Steve?”

“Yeah, Pete. He pushed Tony away to get to you and Clint attacked him. That’s when Bucky and Tony took control and split everyone up. Nothing happened to you— to anyone, okay?”

Peter still looks devastated and pulls his hand away, sitting up in the nest, “I can’t believe. I just— submitted like that. I didn’t even do that with Tony, but with a random Alpha—”

“Peter, hey,” Bucky grabs his hand, trying to calm him down, “it’s instincts, darlin’. Steve is really dominant, and in this setting— with everyone on edge and feelin’ horny and stuff— honestly… I’m a little pissed we didn’t plan better. Especially after Clint came by earlier.”

Annie sits up then, drawing Peter closer to her to sit across Bucky’s lap, “He’s right, Pete, none of us have ever dealt with a Dominant Alpha meeting a Submissive Omega before. There’s no way we could have anticipated how Clint was gonna react.”

They sit for a few more minutes before Bucky stands up, “I’m gonna check on Tony and Clint— I think I have a plan for tonight.”

It’s a few more minutes that the two Omegas can sit in silence, eventually moving from the nesting chair over to the couch and preening each others’ hair and makeup. There’s a sound from down the main hallway, and a figure comes barreling towards them.

Annie throws her arm over Peter and yells, “Hey!” to get the person— Clint, it’s freaking Clint— to stop. He falls to his knees, only a foot or two away from them, and crawls the rest of the distance.

“Petey, I’m so sorry. Sweet Omega, I had no idea— I didn’t mean— I’m so so sorry, oh my god, I completely freaked out and ruined your night, please—”

“Beta, come here,” Peter opens up his arms, and Clint falls into them, clawing at Peter’s back and scenting him thoroughly, “it’s okay, C, I understand. I forgive you.”

Annie looks up to find Bucky and Tony standing, bewildered, in the entrance for the living room. She gestures towards the couch next to them, a clear invitation to take a seat, and Tony quickly moves to sit next to Peter and pull him into a hug after Clint releases him.

“So— Annie, Peter,” Bucky starts, shifting on his feet, “I have an idea, and our Betas have agreed to it.”

“What is it, Bucky?” Peter asks, surrounded now by both Tony and Clint, and looking beyond satisfied.

Bucky looks off, down the hallway behind the kitchen, “I think we should go to my nest. The— the three of us. Omegas, I mean. And meet Stevie there.”

“But… why?”

“It’s neutral,” Tony chimes in, “and Peter needs to meet Steve somewhere safe. Bucky’s the only one who can really bring the dumb Alpha out of his head— so the nest seems like the best idea. And a balance of chaperones that are all Omega should help ground everyone present. It’s a good idea.”

Annie stands up, crossing her arms, and looks at the two Betas, “You’re serious? You’re both completely okay with this, and anything that could happen in that room?”

Tony nods, but it’s really Clint’s reaction that she’s waiting for. The Beta also agrees, nodding slowly, “I told you I would try.”

Peter gets to his feet, wiping off his pants, and offers his hand to Annie. He then walks towards Bucky and offers a second hand, “Lead the way, Omega,” he says, grinning at them both.

Bucky gives a tug, and pulls them down the hallway. They pass the kitchen, a few other rooms that are all closed, and turn a corner. On the right side is a set of french doors with curtains— bedroom?— and the left—

“Holy shit.”

“Oh my god.”

Bucky steps away from them to gesture to his nest, the large fixture taking up the majority of the space in a room that could have otherwise been a large library. Or a sunroom.

Two of the walls are windows— they stretch from floor to ceiling and meet at the arched apex of the ceiling where a large, twinkling chandelier cascades down, filling the room with warm light and extending over the white canopy that dominates the center of the space. Twinkle lights surround and flow around the nest— dropping over and under the structure— and a few smaller lamps sit strategically both outside and inside.

The nest itself seems to be slightly elevated— giving the illusion of floating in the center of the room on a simple wooden palette. There are vines and ferns sprinkled around the base, and Annie can see the legs of at least one table that reach underneath the canopy. It’s a cloud. It’s a dream.

There’s definitely someone inside.

“Bucky, this is… amazing.” Annie is still frozen with Peter in a similar state beside her.

“C’mon,” Bucky finally reaches back and snaps his fingers, breaking them out of their trance. He grabs Peter first, kneeling up on the entrance to push back the curtain and let Peter in. Annie ducks down, following Peter through the opening.

Okay, the meeting in the hallway earlier did nothing to prepare her for the giant, hulking Alpha in Bucky’s nest. Even with his head down and neck exposed, Steve is a sight to behold, and by far the most dominant Alpha that Annie has been around in her entire life.

Strong hands grab her from behind, and Bucky settles both of them near the entrance to watch.

Steve has his eyes down still, throat exposed, as Peter inches forward. They all freeze as his scent changes to CuriousInnocentDistressedOmega, and finally Steve looks up.

The sound that comes from Peter is not quite a whimper. He turns his head to the side and makes it again.

An invitation.

Steve moves immediately and folds Peter into his arms. He makes a low reassuring noise, and Peter just melts, a high pitch chirp leaving his lips before his body goes limp. Steve has a tight hold on him, and turns their bodies to settle the tiny Omega underneath him. Almost in sync, they bare their throats and scent each other.

Annie scoots closer to Bucky, letting him wind his arms around her as she rests between his legs, against his chest. He stretches his legs out, and she turns slightly to add her legs to the tangle.

There’s a small sniffling noise, and both Omegas look up. Steve is still holding Peter close— but now they’re eye to eye, and Peter is crying. Annie immediately sits up to separate them, but Bucky holds her back, whispering for her to wait.

They watch as the Alpha and Omega cry together, sharing comfort and tears, as they continue to scent-mark each other.

“Is it uncomfortable to watch your Alpha connect with another Omega like this?” Annie whispers.

Bucky, still behind her, just draws aimless circles on her arm as he responds, “We talked ‘bout it. Doesn’t feel weird— just feels right, ya know?”

She nods, “It definitely looks right.”

And it does. Annie thinks about her mom and dad— how many times she’s envied their bond and the love that they share. Even then, they are a VersAlpha and VersOmega couple and they’ve never been able to build the pack that they want, even though their relationship has been full of love and their pack is strong.

With Steve and Peter… it feels like watching a King and his Queen. It feels like the ocean meeting the shore, like stars in the sky, like pen on paper. The perfect balance, opposites fated by biology, Alpha and Omega.

It feels right.

Annie is crying now, and notices it when Bucky reaches up to wipe one of her tears away. She leans into him, moving her hair and exposing her neck for him to scent. He intertwines their fingers around her waist and she can feel his nose, his mouth, pressed against her sensitive bonding glands.

In an uncharacteristically dominant move, Bucky lifts one of his own wrists for her to scent. She pulls it closer and sniffles at his pulse point, enjoying his warm Milk Chocolate and sweet Orange scent.

“Oranges and Strawberries,” he breathes, tickling her neck.

“Chocolate and Caramel,” she takes one more inhale before turning in his arms, letting the other Omega stare into her eyes.

She licks her lips, “I’ve missed your scent. I can’t believe how compatible… I mean, you know— how good—”

Bucky chuckles, playing with a piece of her hair, “I can’t believe how compatible we are either, darlin’.”

Damn, he’s sweet. Annie can feel her face heat up, but she’s helpless to look into his eyes, steel-blue and darkening by the second. He’s holding her so close, and he’s so warm. She closes her eyes, letting a quiet purr build from deep in her chest.

There’s a soft press on her lips, and she gasps, fluttering her eyes open to see Bucky pulling away from her face with a shy smile.

“Sorry, sorry, I thought—”

“— why’d you stop?” Annie asks, returning his smile.

This time she sits up, pushing into his space, and locks their lips together. His hands clutch tighter around her waist as he tilts her head back, deepening the kiss. His lips move slowly, sweetly, and she keens into the feeling, opening her mouth a little more, inviting him to take.

Instead, he slows the kisses down further, releasing her waist and brushing his fingers over her eyelids, her cheek, and she rests her hands on his chest. He pulls back after one last kiss, lips red and bruised, and a smile lights up his face. She hums her approval, sure her face looks similar, and moves one hand to brush back the hair off his forehead.

“Wow.”

The voice breaks the spell— Peter and Steve are staring at them, mouths agape. Annie pushes Bucky away and he laughs, trying to catch her around the waist before she can escape. Peter giggles, still so cute and tiny in Steve’s monster arms, and Steve can’t help but laugh along.

Okay, so maybe making out in the nest wasn’t a great idea.

She looks back at Bucky— head thrown back in laughter and eyes bright with joy— and honestly she doesn’t care. She feels her heart soften, almost literally, and pulls him in for one more kiss— ignoring the protests coming from the back of the nest. Bucky’s lips taste like heaven.

Once they break apart, Peter crawls over, nudging her to change places with him.

“Real quick, Annie. You haven’t even met him yet.”

“Okay, okay— pushy Omega.”

Peter immediately snuggles into Bucky’s arms, and the two turn to watch as Annie shuffles over to where Steve is still seated.

He gives her a hesitant smile, and offers his hand, “Hi Annie, I’m Steve.”

She looks down at the professional handshake he’s trying to give her and back up to him in disbelief. Boys are idiots. Shaking her head, she crawls the last few inches and sits squarely in his lap, offering her neck, “Hi Steve, I’m Annie,” and she guides his hand back around her waist and his nose into her throat.

There’s a moment where she can tell he takes over, and she lets herself relax in his strong grip. He nuzzles into her neck, scenting her deeply, and she slowly leans down to do the same.

Oh. Oh no.

“Oh, oh my god, Steve—” she mewls— yeah, fucking mewls— into his skin, and is horrified to feel his pulse under her tongue.

Annie, you are fucking licking this man. Get yourself together.

No. He tastes delicious.

And it’s true— Steve tastes like actual Summer Storms and strong, Espresso Lattes, and she cannot keep her mouth off of him.

The other two Omegas are chuckling from the other side of the nest, and she huffs in irritation, trying her absolute hardest to pull away from this Alpha’s body.

“S— sorry, fuck. I can’t believe. You’re just... you’re just so—” get it together, Annie.

“Hey,” Steve thrums, and she looks up into his deep, blue eyes, “I’m flattered— no harm done. For the record... I think you smell delicious, too,” and he winks at her, making a point to squeeze her tighter before they separate.

“Peeeete,” she whines, falling back to look at her packmate, “we’re marrying them, right?”

Peter giggles, “Seems like we might be.”

ProudSatisfiedContentAlpha absolutely saturates the nest, and all three Omegas turn to look, suddenly thirsty for Steve’s Coffee.

Bucky moves first, putting the smaller Omegas behind him and moving quickly to his Alpha. Annie watches as they share a quiet moment, before both men turn towards them with similar fond expressions.

“Sorry, uh— let's go see our Betas, okay?” Steve asks, ushering them back towards the entrance.

Annie and Peter stumble out of the nest, waiting to be led back to the living room. Bucky is careful to turn the lights out and straighten the nest, displaying the care and importance he obviously places in his home. Steve loops his arm around Bucky’s shoulders, pulling him in for a quick kiss, before giving him a playful shove to get them moving down the hallway.

It’s clear the Betas are laughing and enjoying each other’s company as they arrive, and Annie heads quickly to Clint’s side, ruffling his hair and accepting a kiss on the cheek. Steve sits in an unoccupied loveseat, but Bucky doesn’t go to join him. Instead, he and Peter exchange a few words and Bucky sits next to Tony, ducking under his arm.

The room is quiet— only a few whispers between Tony and Bucky— and Peter turns to settle onto Clint’s lap. Annie lets him go, watching as Peter scents— no, scent-marks— him thoroughly, rubbing the combined scent of Alpha and Omegas into his skin. Clint’s breathing picks up and he looks at Peter, confused.

“Omega, what—”

“Hush,” Peter grabs his face, whispering intensely, “you are going to ask that Alpha to scent you, and you’re gonna go sit on his lap. Don’t you dare come back to us until you smell like him, do you hear me?”

Clint looks properly chastised as Peter hops up off his lap, grabs Annie’s hand, and pulls them to sit with Bucky and Tony on the couch.

They watch Clint’s internal crisis as he walks over to Steve’s seat, obviously uncomfortable but oh so stubborn and determined.

He stops in front of Steve, who looks up in question, “Steve.”

“Clint.”

“I need… Can I— can I formally scent you?”

Steve actually looks shocked, “I… yeah, of course, Clint. Whatever you’d like.”

Clint looks back at them— Bucky flashing him two thumbs up— and steels himself, grabbing Steve’s shoulders before climbing onto his lap. Steve raises his hands, obviously not expecting the submissive posture, and looks to their couch for some direction.

Both Bucky and Tony give him a shrug. Helpful.

When Clint settles in, wiggling a few times, Steve bares his throat and lowers his eyes in submission. Every person in the room gasps, and Bucky might even let out a small, hysterical laugh.

Clint doesn’t say a thing. He leans in and gently presses his nose to Steve’s pulse point, audibly inhaling. His body visibly relaxes, and he pulls Steve in to scent him in return.

Annie settles back against Peter, letting the three men fold her into their embrace. The room feels light and heavy at the same time. All six packmates are relaxed— breathing in each others’ scents and eyes closed to the warmth of close bodies. The joy of shared kisses.

Behind her, there are soft sounds of kisses and whispered promises being exchanged. In front of her, her best friend and future Alpha are wrapped in an intimate embrace, crying and clutching at each others’ faces.

There’s a hand on her shoulder, and she turns to face Peter’s half-lidded, giddy expression,

“I love you so much, Annie.”

He leans down— kissing her head, her eyelids, and her nose— and holds her close as he presses a tender kiss onto her lips. Both of their eyes close, and they smile into each others’ mouths. Peter gives a small nip to her bottom lip as both of them break apart laughing.

They look up and see Steve and Clint, finally standing and making their way to the couch. Annie opens up her arms to catch Clint as he dives forward, and all of them groan as he gets comfortable in their arms.

Annie glances up, watching Steve. The Alpha looks so proud and happy— and even as Bucky and Tony start to whine about being hungry, it seems as though the only thing Steve wants is to make his pack happy.

And that’s something Annie can get on board with.

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Axiomatic

ax·i·om·at·ic (adj.)

Self-evident; unquestionable.

The best part of battle is the afterparty.

(Or: Remember that banquet Luffy promised? This is it.)

Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Partying

Set in Wano. Spoilers for all of Wano. Read Chapter 2 here.

***

“What do you think?”

Lipstick glides over thin lips, the wax malleable and smooth as it leaves a coat of rusty red in its wake. Killer makes sure it’s perfectly even before he glances elsewhere. In the mirror, Kidd’s face is all scowled impatience.

One last run-down – eyeliner, mascara, lipstick: done, done and done – then Killer grabs the mask waiting for him. “Alright, let me see.”

Their eyes meet and Killer sighs. Metal over skin-and-bone, Kidd’s arms are crossed; his shaved brows push together further. As if Killer doesn’t indulge his every whim by the regular.

“I’m looking. Show me again.”

Kidd grumbles, “Watch.” He opens his arms, reveals an unbuttoned shirt tucked into his favorite patterned pants, glinting gold over black under a double-belted cinch at the waist. So far, so very Kidd.

No, the point of discussion is the frankly massive coat slung across his neck: Nice soft-looking suede on the outside and glossy-grey fur on the inside, it hugs Kidd’s shoulders in all the right places to then cascade down his back in a display of near-ridiculous opulence.

Extravagant, over-the-top, flashy. It’s hard to tell which type of animal had to die for this. There must be a lot less of ‘em now, with this monstrosity in the world.

Kidd is swiveling it back and forth with critical glances to the mirror, the coat wooshing with the motions. Killer takes in the fluid glide of fur over Kidd’s exposed chest, the contrast of impeccable couture against jagged scars. Loses himself for a moment or two imagining how it would feel like to run his hands over both.

An appreciative hum. In Killer’s educated opinion, Kidd looks damn near sinful.

“Yeah?”, Kidd asks and Killer nods. “Yeah. Heh, told ya the detour’s worth it.”

Perhaps it was, although sifting through Onigashima’s treasury whilst bleeding all over heaps of shiny expensive everything might’ve been a case of skewed priorities. There’s no need to talk about what-could-have-beens, though – they’re here, they’re rich and they’re long overdue at Strawhat’s banquet.

Killer’s practically done, tight jeans under a shirt that’s done up to the third button and left to flare open otherwise. It’s not his old favorite (that one stopped fitting him a good year ago) but similar enough, patterned in geometric black-and-white shapes. Definitely one of his fancier ones, not that anyone will care one way or the other where they’re going.

It’s… been a while since it’s been anyone other than them and their crew. Pirates are pirates, allied or no; Killer eyes the scythes neatly stored next to the bed.

Kidd is touching up his lips one last time, the same shade as Killer’s. “Bring ‘em. That Roronoa guy keeps throwing you weird looks and I’m not allowed to kill him.”

Yet goes implied. Killer isn’t wearing his mask and so he doesn’t roll his eyes. “He’s got every reason to”, he reminds his captain, focusing on the heavy clasps of his weapons to keep the memories at bay. The red mark on his chest stings, stuck in the limbo between a healing wound and a fresh scar for a few days still.

A testament to his failure that Killer won’t hide. If Zoro hadn’t stopped him that day his hands would be stained with blood that cannot be washed off, not entirely.

Kidd’s eyes are on him, dark. “I don’t care.”

Resentful as always. Killer reaches for him, digs his fingers into the fluffy lining of that coat and oh, the fur is as soft as it looks. “I do, though.” A firm tug, one Kidd follows until Killer can kiss him, careful not to smudge anything.

“No killing of allies today, ‘kay? We just came back from a war. The crew’s tired. I’m tired.”

“Mh” is all Kidd has to say to that, a grumpy huff against Killer’s lips more than anything. Kidd does give him a proper kiss, however, and Killer knows he won this one.

All he can ask of Kidd is to try, anyways – with two equally hot-headed captains and a whole host of morons around to rile him up, there’s bound to be blood eventually. The trick is to make sure everyone’s drunk enough not to take it too personally.

A pinch to his ass tells Killer he was caught scheming. Kidd smirks, tells him, “We’re getting wasted tonight”, all triumphant like it’s the best idea he’s had all week, and Killer doesn’t miss the emphasis on we.

“Two Emperors down! Strawhat better bring the good stuff tonight or this alliance is over.”

Killer groans, “Kidd”, but he’s smiling, too. Before he can be called out on it, Killer shoves his mask into Kidd’s hands, metal clanking against metal. “Make yourself useful. We’re late.”

Kidd’s laugh is more of a cackle than anything else – “Yes, darling”, said in that sarcastic lilt Killer knows all too well – yet Kidd complies. His hands, organic or otherwise, handle the mask they’ve built with care and precision. Soon, Killer’s vision is narrowed down to dots, the audio filter of his helmet kicking in soon after.

Killer rolls his neck and hums, satisfied. “Ready?”

Kidd throws a final look at himself in the mirror, grinning into the collar of his new coat.

“Hell yeah. Let’s go.”

The banquet is a sprawling, messy affair that swallows the entirety of the ramshackle village the Strawhats picked as their home in Wano Country.

From the moment the Kidd Pirates get there they are surrounded. Wherever Killer's eyes roam there are knots of people drinking, eating, laughing and crying, sometimes simultaneously – there, at the heart of it all where the crowd is thickest, burns the largest bonfire Killer has seen in a while, perhaps ever. Smiling faces all around and for once, it doesn’t make Killer’s stomach drop because they’re genuine.

Survivors of SMILE just like him, caught in the rush of real emotions for the first time in who knows how long. Killer has a pretty good idea how that feels like.

Next to him, Kidd is so tense he’s stalking, gaze intense, oozing Haki to keep people away; Wire’s hand is clenched to bloodlessness around his trident while Heat exhales a bit of smoke with every breath and yeah, Killer gets it. Can’t help it himself, either, scythes kept close to his sides to make sure they’re there.

The thing is: They don’t do these kinds of things. Parties, yes, many and often but not like this. Killer can count on one hand the amounts of times the population of any island was actually happy to see them, much less willing to send them off with one big feast.

Actually, he wouldn’t need to count at all because it’s simply never happened. Even filtered by his mask it’s… a lot to take in at once.

The entire damn country is here, it seems, all breathing a collective sigh of relief so monumental the air itself carries their joy. For all that the Kidd Pirates were in this for revenge and glory, Killer can’t deny it’s rewarding to see a nation so ravaged by an Emperor’s greed do whatever they want for the first time in decades.

Finally, a few familiar faces start popping up. Some of the samurai greet them with nods of their heads, overly formal like the people from Wano tend to be; here and there they spot the distinctly branded yukata the members of Trafalgar’s crew are wearing and, rarer but all the more noticeable, those animal people Strawhat dragged along from somewhere.

Minks? Or something? Killer is inclined to say it doesn’t matter if they didn’t have the habit to jump on them out of fucking nowhere. Looking for bone-crushing hugs and wet-nosed kisses, of all things, and– Oh no, he did not sign up for this.

Much less for whatever that group of cat minks are gearing up to, staring at the holes in his mask with eyes nearly swallowed by black, round pupils. Killer is absolutely, solidly convinced he doesn’t even want to know what that’s all about.

“Captain.”

And yeah, his tone is a little more alarmed than he truly means it to be. It gets Kidd’s attention, though – himself having fought off a dog mink enamored with his metal arm not too long ago – and he barks a laugh even when he ramps up his presence to an almost stifling degree.

“C’mon, I feel Strawhat up ahead.”

To nobody’s surprise, they find him smack dab in the middle of everything. Strawhat and his crew are lounging around the bonfire, there’s no other way to describe it: All broad smiles and flushed faces amidst the chaos, completely in their element, and it’s hard to tell if it’s the closeness to the bonfire or the vaguely impressive amounts of empty bottles lying around already. They’re certainly boisterous enough for it to be the latter, even Jinbei.

And no, Killer hasn’t quite processed that turn of events yet. The strangeness of seeing someone of that caliber wheeze into his mug with laughter as his (new?) captain takes a disturbingly big bite out of an even bigger chunk of meat is… not helping things, in that regard.

What a bunch of weirdos. In the safety of his mask, Killer allows himself a small smile.

From here the flames seem to reach for the sky, tinged in warm pinks and oranges by the sinking sun and there, very faintly, Killer can make out the first stars. He can’t remember ever seeing them, not with the factories running over night as well.

“Spikey!!”

Ah. Killer’s head turns with Kidd’s and it’s a good thing, too, because there’s a stretched arm coming for his captain – Kidd bites out, “Nope, no, Strawhat”, red eyes going wide – and Killer manages to side-step it in the last possible second. One, twice it wraps around Kidd, fancy coat and all, and then the rubber recoils.

“Killer!”

Oh my, Killer thinks mildly as he watches him go. Behind him, half their crew is flabbergasted and the other half is in stitches. “Captain’s gonna be in such a mood”, Heat says to Wire, and it just sends them into another fit of chuckles.

For Killer, finding a drink becomes his top priority. So much for keeping things peaceful.

>>Chapter 2.

#one piece #eustass kid #killer one piece #kidkiller #fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #this is a setup for smut in chapter 2 ngl #(i just got carried away as per usual)#this fic is also on AO3!!#my stuff #one piece spoilers

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bisexualklausmikaelson · 5 years

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and all the magic we made (1/?)

a/n: au/ah or Klaus comes back to Hayley’s doorstep five years after he ran off on her only to be greeted by a child, his child, to be exact.

Klaus stares at the mahogany colored door positioned right in front of him - the numbers 316 are painted in bronze letters and hanging a little too much to the left side, just like always.

In these five years, the outside of her home had not changed. The same dark green moss decorated the doorsteps, a welcome mat that was grey with black paint stains still sat on the floor, and the same purple wind chimes were still there, ringing and dancing with the wind.

He wonders if he should knock.

Well, he already flew across the globe just to see her. He might as well take a chance. Even if she doesn’t wanna see him at all.

Shit, what if she doesn’t live here anymore?

The thought just occurred to him. Or worse, she could be married. She could be living this amazing happy life and he’d just be ruining it. She could have a damn family by now. Or worse, she could have pets! Why didn’t he think about all this before? He was just all adrenaline and hope and now -

He’s just panicking.

C’mon, he tells himself, you can’t stand in front of her porch forever.

“Hi,” he suddenly hears, and he looks down and realizes that someone has already opened the door. “Who are you?” he looks down to see a bundle of long untamed blonde curls and dark brown eyes staring up at him.

She blinks twice, tilting her head to one side while locking eyes with the man before her.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to say something?” she asks, sounding annoyed.

Klaus can’t bring himself to come to terms with it, with this. This...child. Her child.

“Sweetheart,” he finally brings himself to say, “Is your mother home?” he nervously releases.

She smiles widely as he speaks. “Mom! Someone is here for you!” The little girl screams, running back inside.

Klaus bites his lip, twiddling his thumbs and sweating.

“Hope!” He hears another voice. “What did I tell you about opening the door without my permission?” She screams - running towards her front entrance.

He closes his eyes, he just can’t look at her right now.

Is she still the same girl from back then? That bad-ass with her combat boots and leather jacket. Ripped jeans and old band tee, black nail polish and dark eyeliner.

He smiles, then finally -

Klaus opens his eyes.

All her life, Hayley Marshall has been met with disappointment after disappointment.

She grew up without her parents, jumping from foster home to foster home - until finally, she made a life of her own. Five years ago, she fell in love with a man who made her entire world turn pink and gold. Five years ago, she built a home with someone she has known her entire life. Five years ago, that man left her - while she was pregnant with his child.

Sometimes, she finds herself wondering why she didn’t keep looking for him. Why did she give up so easily? Why didn’t she stalk him online - he must still have some kind of social media, or at least a LinkedIn profile?

But, she couldn’t bring herself to be met with yet another disappointment.

If he wanted her back, he would’ve come back.

And yet, here he is, standing at her doorstep.

“Hayley,” he says and it kills her.

It kills her to hear his voice again - to see the way he’s standing there with the same grey sweater and blue jeans combo that he must have a dozen pairs of. With those same wispy blonde curls and bright ocean eyes - looking at her the same way they always have.

She swears that her hearts still races when she sees him because nothing has fucking changed.

“Hayley,” He repeats, with more desperation this time because she ends up walking towards him and closing the door in his face.

She slides he back against it, tears cascading down her cheeks as she can hear him knocking against the door, louder and louder.

#klayley #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #to #the originals #munea writes #klayley drabbles #klayley fanfiction #yayyy i finally wanna write a new multichap fic

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dateagirlwhosweird · 7 years

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The Lantern

So, a couple of months ago, I (Mod Morgan) wrote this as part of my English class portfolio. We were told to try writing something outwith our standard comfort zone, and it was suggested I try writing romance. This was around the point where I started getting super into this blog, so, the following was meant to be a love story with just a dash of my own personal flair for the weird. Hope you enjoy it!

- Mod Morgan

My girlfriend has a television for a head.

Maybe that sounds weird. Truth be told, it is pretty weird. When we hear things we don’t expect, we call them weird. She called me weird when I said that I liked the second Hoosiers album, and I called her weird when she had her head surgically replaced with a CRT monitor. Weirdness is all a matter of perspective. From any normal person’s perspective, it’s weird to still listen to 2007-era quirk-rock, and even weirder to pay for extreme biomechanical augmentation.

Zoë was always a big fan of body-modding. It had started with just piercing her ears - don’t tell her I told you, but she cried like a baby when she got them. It felt like she was going to tear my arm off, that girl has no pain tolerance. But for months afterwards, she couldn’t stop talking about how great it felt to get it done. I was obviously kind of concerned in case it was some sort of weird sex thing, but she assured me that it wasn’t. In the months following, she got a stud in her nose, then a ring beside it. Two in the arch of her left ear, three on the right. Her lip, her lip again. Her lip a third time, her tongue. Then she moved on to tattoos, too many for me to keep track of, her body becoming a collage of intertwining rose stems and snaking tendrils. I didn’t know where they were coming from, how she could be getting so many, with more turning up seemingly every week.

The TV was the next step, what she called the final one. Just like the third lip piercing had been the final one. She said it so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey, so, um, I was thinking of, like, getting a TV for a head? What do you think?”.

I thought it was a joke, but she insisted that she really meant it.

“A what?”

“A TV! Y’know…”, she said, gesturing in a big rectangle around her face

“You want… a TV for a head?”

“Yeah! C’mon, it’ll be awesome!”

I called her weird. When we hear things we don’t expect, we call them weird. I tried to talk her out of it, on more than one occasion, but who am I to tell her how to live her life? Love is all about making little sacrifices, and maybe it wouldn’t even be so bad? That was what I told myself, what I had to keep telling myself. She kept telling me it was something she wanted to do, but she couldn’t tell me why. ‘It’s just for fun!’, she said. ‘It’s not like I’m trying to make a big statement about society, maaaan or anything! I just like the way it looks!”

And then I would laugh because the whole situation was ridiculous, because I knew that she would never actually go through with it.

dramatic irony (noun)

a situation, or the irony arising from a situation, in which the audience has a fuller knowledge of what is happening in a drama than a character does

I remember the last time I saw her face. I remember tracing my right thumb along her soft, slightly squishy cheek, asking her if she was sure she wanted to go through with this. She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. I could see the conviction in her round, dark eyes, eyes I reminded myself that I would never, ever see again.

Zoë liked to wear a lot of eye makeup. She always had tired, tired eyes, no matter how much she slept. Eyes with dark circles denoting the sockets. She covered them up with thick black eyeliner, and I always said that she looked like a footballer with all that stuff under her eyes. I mean a stereotypical American footballer, that is, with the black rectangular lines? Obviously, the only thing our footballers, proper footballers, have under their eyes are their delicate, injury-faking mouths, or so I’ve been told.

I miss her eyes. Maybe it makes me sound like a serial killer for saying it, but, I miss them. You don’t appreciate the little things until they’re gone, like eye contact with someone you love, or a TV series that got cancelled too soon.

When she came back out of surgery, I didn’t recognise her. Even if I knew it was her, with the television for a head, I didn’t recognise her. They wheeled her out in a hospital nightgown, her new head held low, her chest slowly rising and falling. I remember that it was showing those coloured boxes, you know the ones that American TV channels go to when they stop broadcasting? Her face was those coloured bars, and I thought it was the funniest thing. My girlfriend had had her head replaced with a TV, and I was cracking up over it in a hospital waiting room.

When we see things we don’t understand, we can either laugh or we cry. Zoë and I both preferred the former, and there was so much in the world that we both did not understand.

The first thing she did when the anaesthetic wore off was reach out and touch my face. I did the same. I held her new head in my hand, stroked my thumb across the right-hand dial. Her new cheek was cold and hard, but moved with little resistance. My thumb detuned her face. My thumb detuned my girlfriend’s face, and that was when I knew nothing was going to be the same again.

permanence (noun)

the state or quality of lasting or remaining unchanged indefinitely

a lie

The first few weeks were the hardest, I think. It was hard enough to see a future with her even before - she was all about elaborate outfits and dark makeup and bands that used enough amps to be heard from space, and I was a barely-functioning marshmallow-person made of constant dread and sugared pastries. Not exactly a match made in heaven, but we made it work despite our differences. She was everything I wanted to be, and I made her laugh. Not always on purpose, but I thought she was pretty when she laughed, so I didn’t mind that much.

A relationship built on idealism and laughter isn’t one built to last. Neither of us were huge fans of commitment. She, a rolling stone. Me, someone barely equipped to look after myself let alone a family. I was always worried about when - or, rather, how - things would end. I often wondered if she felt the same way.

With the new head, everything got so much harder. She seemed colder. Distant. Difficult to read. That wasn’t something I was good at before, and the TV hadn’t exactly made it easier. She tried her best to give me hints, I think, but she hadn’t worked out all the channel numbers yet. She’s gotten a lot better now. I told her a joke the other day, and she switched to an old Only Fools and Horses for a perfectly-timed laugh track.

Audience cues are the easiest ones for her to do, but she’s started stitching words together to form sentences. The first time she did it, switched through channels to say “Hello! How was your day?”, I told her it the happiest day of my entire life. And I was being totally sincere.

sincerity (noun)

the absence of pretence, deceit, or hypocrisy ex. “With the utmost sincerity, I, your GP, would recommend against surgically replacing your head with a television, Miss Palencia. Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

I remember sitting with her on the beach, watching the stars. Not the real stars - most nights in this city, you can’t see them - but the twinkling lights on the other side of the river. Man-made constellations, telling new fables, of new heroes and new monsters. It’s hard to tell which is which from so far away. The stars told stories of how we had built great things to overcome our obstacles. The stars told stories of how we had built great obstacles to be overcome. Perhaps, one of us thought, the lights were great hydroponic tanks, each a bubble sustaining a life, each life a stem that could grow into something wonderful. Perhaps, the other thought, the lights were the glistening eyes of a terrible mechanical beast, crawling across the landscape, spewing poison from the spires on its back to blot out the stars above, chewing up the peons below to lubricate its grinding mechanisms, perpetuate its reign. Perhaps it’s best if I let you imagine which of us thought which.

The tide lapped at our bare feet. I asked her whether it was safe for her to get her head wet, and we both laughed at how weird that sounded. She never answered, and I don’t think I would have liked it if she did.

She put her head on my shoulder, like she did every time we went to the beach. Unlike last time, it felt cold, heavy, angular. It buzzed with electricity.

She put her hand on my hand, like she did every time we went to the beach. It felt exactly the same as it always had. We buzzed together with electricity.

electricity (noun)

a form of energy resulting from the existence of charged particles (such as electrons or protons), either statically as an accumulation of charge or dynamically as a current

a word that pretentious writers use instead of “love”

the lifeblood of a television

Maybe I just got too caught up in trying to understand. I wanted to know, so desperately, what anything meant, to find some deep truth where there was none. Sometimes, things just happen - the TV isn’t a metaphor, or a test, or a big statement about “society, maaaan”. It was never about me, and that’s okay. To think that she had ever done it for me - to impress me, to spite me, just to see how I’d react - was just selfish wishful thinking. Zoë did it for Zoë, and it was her decision alone to make. And nothing - no amount of distance, nor extreme body modifications, nor disagreement on whether The Illusion of Safety was better than The Trick To Life, is going to change how I feel about her.

Illusion of Safety was objectively the best Hoosiers album, though.

#mod morgan #The Lantern #how do I tag this??#surgery /#extreme body modification //#body horror /#head trauma /

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lupiniiihighschool · 3 years

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Future

[Summary: Fujiko has cheer practice and is ready to be one of the top cheerleaders despite being a freshman. Everything goes well until someone personal in her life appears.]

Hey, y'all! A Fujiko-centric fic for the Lupin III High School AU! I hope ya'll enjoy it!

CW: Sexual Content, Sexual Humor, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Bad Parenting

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Fujiko Mine would be the first person to admit she was a horrible person, though everyone around her would deny it. Bake-sales, community service, charity work, and most notably all, cheer squad member, the young Miss Mine seemed to be the perfect little schoolgirl. Fujiko, however, could care less about any of those things.

Who cared if the homeless had an extra meal? Who cared if the school had extra spending money from selling underbaked cookies? Who was really celebrating the fact that a bunch of stray mutts found homes? Fujiko's only goal was getting noticed by her peers and getting out of her glass prison she called 'home'.

The stench of overused perfume and the constant flashing of camera lights was something Fujiko needed to run away from.

The day had slowed to a crawl. She had only run into the energetic school menace Lupin and his lackeys once so, which was a plus. A successful math quiz was quickly followed by an agonizing science lesson then the school ended. Fujiko took her sweet time shoving books into her bag before leaving the class with a smile. It was cheer practice that day and a big one at that. Some event Fujiko couldn’t be bothered to remember was coming up and the captain (a girl with the last name Tanaka, Fujiko always forgot the rest) wanted all hands on deck.

The halls were flooded with students eager to leave campus. Fujiko maneuvered her way around the more massive groups to get to her locker. Freshmen muscleheads attempted to flirt with their female classmate, but Fujiko just brushed it off like their words were nothing more than bothersome specks of dirt. A deluge of voices swarmed her ears yet she pretended as if it didn’t affect her. Years of being forced into youth-group theater taught her how to disguise her discomfort as total calm. Once she reached her locker, the two-toned-haired student unlocked it and pulled out her normal shoes. As she returned her extra school books to her locker, a familiar voice caused her head to perk up.

“Hey! Fujiko! Did you hear me?”

Suddenly, a freckled face was shoved into hers. Fujiko nearly leaped out of her skin but settled down once she recognized who it was.

“Oh, hey… Ichika.” Fujiko said after spending a few moments wracking her brain trying to remember the name of the brown-haired girl.

Ichika Okada wasn’t a friend, though Fujiko wouldn’t have said it to her face. The junior was more of an acquaintance good day than anything. Nevertheless, Ichika was useful for friendly conversation if nothing else.

“Are you heading home?” Ichika asked, peering down into Fujiko’s locker.

“Nope. I got cheer practice. You?”

“Detention. I beat up some dude who took a girl’s phone charm.”

Fujiko inhaled sharply and gave Ichika a pitiful look. “Damn. History repeats itself, huh?”

“But I didn’t get caught saving your ass.” Ichika pointed out.

“True.”

Fujiko slammed her locker closed and began trekking towards the gym. Unsurprisingly, her upperclassman followed.

“Maybe you should join cheerleading,” Fujiko said, stepping around a group of freshmen who choose to stand in the center of the hall, “you have the body for it.”

Ichika laughed. “Yeah, but I’m as graceful as a fish on land.”

Fujiko smirked. “I guess that’s something we can agree on.”

Ichika let out a dramatic gasp and playfully shoved the younger student. The two shared a chuckle before Ichika stopped in front of a staircase.

“I gotta go. If I’m late Mr. Okimoto will skin me.”

The freshman frowned at the thought but still waved her acquaintance off. Fujiko continued her journey down to the gym. She reached the metal doors leading into the girl’s locker room in no time flat. Fujiko would’ve just walked in hadn’t been for a certain sophomore covering her eyes.

“Guess who it is, Fujicakes!”

Despite being blinded by a pair of warm hands, Fujiko correctly pressed a finger against her cheek as if she was taking a long time thinking. “Hmm… An overly enthusiastic monkey?”

The hands dropped from her face, allowing Fujiko to turn and see the melodramatic sad stare Arsène Lupin the Third was giving her. He looked like a kicked puppy.

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Fujicakes,” he whined.

“I didn’t know I was obligated to be nice to you, especially since you got me sent to detention.” Fujiko countered with a smirk.

“Oh, c’mon! That happened weeks ago!” Lupin frowned.

“I still have teachers locking up their test answers because of you!” Fujiko flicked his forehead. She just sighed when Lupin continued to pout. “Anyways, I have cheer practice and no time to deal with one of your schemes.”

“Cheer practice? Oh, right. I remember you saying something about that,” Lupin gave her a devilish smile while making a squeezing motion with one hand, “mind if I give you something for good luck?”

“No thanks. I don’t want to be caught with Curious George any longer,” Fujiko looked him up and down. “I see you’re wearing your uniform but I’m guessing you still have detention.”

Lupin groaned. “Unfortunately.”

Fujiko smiled, leaned in, and gave him a peck on the cheek. The boy instantly turned red and almost melted at her touch. She stepped back before he collapsed on top of her and gave the boy a wave. “See you later, Lupin~.”

She didn’t wait to hear what Lupin had to say as she swiftly slammed the door behind her closed after entering the locker room. The room was already bustling with lively chatter and girls changing into their cheer uniform. Fujiko had strategically chosen to have her gym locker in the far corner of the room as to not have to talk to anyone or deal with any unwanted conversation. She took her time opening her locker and pulling the dark blue, gray, and white cheer outfit. Sliding off her regular school clothes, Fujiko took her time making sure she looked stunning. She reapplied her lipstick and eyeliner before following a group of girls into the gymnasium.

Like everything at ICPO Academy, the gym was humungous. It was freshly painted with the standard school colors with the floor being equally cleaned. The school’s crest was plastered on the east and west walls with its mascot, a dark-colored Akita, staring down at the group of cheerleaders. Fujiko shivered as she swore its eyes were both staring into her soul and looking beyond her. She noticed that everyone was standing around waiting for the captain and co-captain to show up so she joined a group of freshmen and started talking. She peppered the conversation with gossip to get some back in return. Fujiko liked to know about the darker side of the school. Before a mousy-brown-haired girl could finish talking about how one senior was caught having two freshmen girlfriends, the two cheer heads arrived.

The head cheerleader was a tall attractive senior with dyed blonde hair and deep amber eyes. She puffed her chest out so everyone could see how her uniform outlined her breasts. Fujiko observed that her lithe body hid powerful leg muscles underneath her gray tights. This Tanaka something or other clearly built herself to be the head cheerleader and her sharp gaze hid a deeper threat: Do not cross me. Her partner was an equally beautiful black-haired girl with the aforementioned hair tied in a ponytail and plain brown eyes. But what she lacked in typical beauty standards she made up for with her aura of mystery and grace. Her uniform also didn’t shy away from showing off her ample curves and strength. Fujiko was jealous but remained level-headed. She knew behind those powerful facades laid two power-hungry lions waiting for someone (or one of them) to slip up so they could launch for the throat.

Luckily the head is graduating this year so that’ll be one competitor out of the ring. Fujiko was gunning for the title of head cheerleader. All the freshmen knew it but she hid her deeper desires with a friendly smile. She didn’t want to get chewed up like the head’s former competition too soon. The freshman heard stories on how ruined their competition’s reputations were after they stepped a toe out of line.

The head stepped forward and clapped her hands twice to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone listen up! Silence!”

Everyone went dead silent. She eyed the group with a narrowed gaze before continuing. “As you all know, the judo team is going to start the season off with a match against Cagliostro Academy. As you know, those goat cowards have been our rivals for years now so it’s our duty to support our fellow sports team and hold up the reputation of ICPO Academy. I hope you’ve been practicing the routine but if you haven’t, please consult with co-captain Hatsuka Miyahara.”

The co-head bowed when her name was mentioned. Fujiko tilted her head slightly. She had forgotten the co-captains name. I should really remember who I’m fighting against before I make my move.

The head cheerleader pressed the palm of her hand against her chest with a look of determination spread across her face and eyes. “I, Okimi Tanaka, promise you all that I will lead us to victory. For ICPO!”

“For ICPO!”

“Good! Now, everyone, get into your groups!”

Fujiko and everyone else did just that. She was paired with two sophomore girls and a freshman boy earlier that year. The girls were close friends who choose to only speak with the others when it came to the sport. The boy was nice, but plain-looking, and had a very visible crush on Fujiko. Fujiko knew this fact might come in handy at a later date, but choose to use it for a later date. Her group skittered around the taiko players and flag wavers before getting into position.

“A-Alright, Fujiko,” the awkward boy said, looking at his feet, “I think we should pr-practice doing pyramids and flips. S-Since you’re the one ge-getting tossed.”

Fujiko beamed at that. Due to years of forced dance and ballet lessons, the naturally flexible Fujiko was selected to be the flyer (much to her female partner’s chagrin). The group did some basic stretches and lunges before building the pyramid. Then, Fujiko was off.

She started with the basics: thigh stand, extensions, split-lifts, liberties. But it wasn’t long before Fujiko found a rhythm. Following the beat of the taiko drum players, Fujiko started doing the more advanced stunts. Her heart fell into a steady flow as the group began doing tosses. Straight ride baskets, pike baskets, toe-touch baskets, all complex moves that Fujiko knew by heart. Her head emptied all worries and was filled with thoughts of winning. Her heart joined the drums in a perfect union as she did one of her more advanced moves. The girls in her group held the boy who in turn held Fujiko. Using their combined strength, Fujiko was launched into the air. She immediately angled herself onto her side and did a triple flip before her right leg was caught by her male partner. Fujiko could almost hear the fictional crowd in her head roar in applause. Her fantasy was quickly ended when she saw who entered the gym.

Her.

“Who is she?” one of her female partners, a freckle-faced girl with braces scoffed.

“I dunno,” her black-haired friend muttered, “but she looks awful.”

The woman who entered had a long horribly dyed bleached hair and a poor tan. She wore a pink tank top that was two sizes too small and shorts that hiked up her body too far. An overly expensive purse dangled from her arm by a gold chain. A diamond ring glimmered on her ring finger that matched her diamond necklace. Her lipstick was a gaudy hot pink with her eyeshadow a deep ochre. Her red heels clink-clacked on the wood floor as she walked towards the gymnasium stands. A school security guard raced in, panting heavily.

“M-Miss, you can’t be here!” he yelled.

She turned, lowering her sunglasses, and frowned. “I already told you, sir. My daughter is a part of the team and I’m going to watch her!”

“But-”

“Do you know who I am? I can take your job away from you if you keep pestering me!”

“Excuse me!” a woman wearing a dark blue tracksuit came out of the crowd of whispering students and waved her clipboard in the strange woman’s face. Fujiko recognized her as one of the female gym teachers. “Who exactly are you?!”

The woman’s nose scrunched up. “I’m Eriko Mine, I’m here to see my daughter Fujiko. You should know her as she’ll be the queen of the school soon enough.”

Fujiko felt several eyes on her and heard people whispering and snickering, including the girls below her. All she wanted to do at this point was curl up in the center of the road and get run over. The gym teacher’s eyebrow raised. “The Eriko Mine?”

Fujiko’s mother sneered. “Finally! Someone recognizes me!”

“Who is she anyway?” Fujiko heard someone say.

“Fine, you can sit and watch if you behave.” the gym teacher said.

Eriko put her hand on her hips and glared. “I’m not a fucking dog but fine, whatever.”

The woman strode towards the stands and sat down. It didn’t take long before her deep brown eyes met Fujiko’s. Eriko winked, sending a shiver up her daughter’s spine.

“Alright, everyone! Get back to work!” Okimi called over the whispers, sending everyone scattering back to their places.

“U-Um, Fujiko?”

Fujiko glanced down. Her male partner (Tohaku Fujiko remembered his name is Tohaku) was looking up at her with both confusion and anxiousness in his eyes. “Do y-you wanna get started?”

Wiping the sweat off her brow, Fujiko nodded. “Yeah, lemme just stretch a little.”

After taking a few deep breaths and stretching out her legs, Fujiko went back to work. Cheer practice was hard in the way any sport was, it required so much physical exertion you were tired afterward. Fujiko could work through all of that, it was simple mind over matter. But the endless stare of her mother? That was another beast entirely.

The freshman started working once more, but it was different. Simple errors she never would’ve made were coming to the forefront and she kept stumbling. Fujiko would look back to see her mother’s ever-piercing stare. Fujiko’s heart was racing. She needed to get back on track- no, she needed to be better.

“I’m going to practice the triple spin,” Fujiko told her group.

“Whatever.” her raven-haired group member said, getting into position.

“A-Are you su-sure? You d-don’t look s-so-”

“Just get ready!” Fujiko snapped, causing Tohaku to flinch.

The pyramid was set, Fujiko was ready. The flyer nodded to Tohaku counted down before the group threw her up. She assumed the correct position and spun twice. When she was about to spin for the third time, she noticed she was too close to the ground. She was going to crash onto the padded mat face first. Fujiko let out a sharp cry and went to cover her face. Before she could slam into the ground, Tohaku managed to catch her by the waist. Due to the sudden force, the two girls lost grip and screamed as both Tohaku and Fujiko fell on top of them. Everyone let out horrified gasped at the sight of the fallen students. Co-Captian Hatsuka and the gym teacher rushed over to the group.

“Are you alright?” Hatsuka asked.

“I think-”

“Of course not!” the freckle-faced cheerleader whined, interrupting Fujiko. “Those two fell on top of me.”

“Alright, you four need to take a break. C’mon, on your feet.” the gym teacher said.

Both the teacher and Hatsuka helped the group up, making sure they didn’t have any serious injuries. As they walked to the other end of the gym, Fujiko looked behind her towards the stands. Eriko was nowhere to be found.

The practice went on but with a more nervous tone. The two girls in Fujiko’s group sat away from Fujiko and Tohaku, violently whispering and glaring at them. Fujiko had her hand hung low while she lost herself in her thoughts. Fear ran up and down her spine and clouded her vision.

She’s going to kill me. She’s going to rip me to shreds. She going to-

“Are you okay?”

Fujiko looked and saw Tohaku standing in front of her. She noticed that everyone else was leaving the gym and walking back towards the locker rooms.

“Is practice over?” Fujiko asked, realizing it was a dumb question once it escaped her lips.

“Uh, yeah,” Tohaku scratched the back of his neck, “say, are y-you feeling-”

“See ya, Tohaku,” Fujiko murmured, pushing the boy to the side and speed-walking towards the locker room.

Once inside, she quickly ripped off her uniform and hastily put on her normal school clothes before rushing out of the school. She thanked whatever God ruled the universe that she didn’t run into Lupin or Ichika as tears threatened to escape her eyes. As she exited the school, she walked towards the side parking lot and scanned the rows of cars. The freshman leaped when a loud horn blared. Fujiko turned and saw her mother’s red Audi Q2. Her mother had her windows down, sunglasses on, and a cigarette dangling from her mouth. Fujiko took a deep breath and walked towards the car. She shakily opened the passager’s door and tossed her bag in the back. She sat down and buckled, awaiting her mother’s response. None came as the woman continued to smoke, her bracelets tauntingly jingling every time she pulled the cigarette away from her mouth. Smoke flooded out of the woman’s mouth in thick dark clouds as if she were a dragon perched on a cliffside, waiting to strike. She tossed the cigarette out of the car and sped out of the parking lot, ignoring the fact she nearly hit a group of students trying to leave the school grounds.

The silence was loud. Every moment caused more dread to build into Fujiko’s chest. Cold sweat formed at her brow and ran down her back. Her already tight school top felt even tighter against her chest.

“You know,” her mother said with a long, disappointed sigh after severe more moments of lingering stillness, “that was pretty fucking pathetic, Fujiko.”

Fujiko didn’t know what to say. She just lowered her head.

“I’ve spent years- no, thousands of dollars on your ass and you flop just like that!” Eriko snapped her fingers to make her point.

“I’m sorry,” Fujiko whispered.

“You better be fucking sorry,” Eriko was seething, “I spent hours of my own goddamn time getting you a recommendation to that fucking school, I hemmed that shitty little outfit of yours to make you more appealing to model agents, I even let you go off and sell cookies or whatever the fuck you do in your spare time. All I asked was you go into cheerleading and become the goddamn Goddess of that waste of time but what did you do? What did you do?”

Fujiko yelped as her mother grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked it forwards her. She winced at the pain and the fact Eriko veered slightly off the road. “Look at me when I talk to you!”

“I fell!” Fujiko answered, tears falling down her face. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I swear I won’t do it again!”

Eriko held her for several moments before letting go of her daughter. Fujiko fell back into her seat. She forced the tears to stop flowing and her knees to stop shaking as her mother sighed once more. This time, her sigh was sad and longing.

“You know, I used to be beautiful,” she said

“I know,” Fujiko responded.

Eriko continued to stare far ahead of her, beyond the road and what laid in front of it. “You ruined me, Fujiko. You ruined me and everything I had. Only something as horrible as you could do something like that.”

“...I know.”

“That’s why I do this. For us. We need a future, Fujiko. Your body and looks will get us there. You just need to try harder.”

Fujiko balled her fists with the edges of her skirt in her grasp. She couldn’t show weakness. Weakness was for those who had already given up. Fujiko Mine was a horrible person as would say, but she was not a quitter. She settled her breathing and looked up at her mother.

“I know.”

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