#he got a bolt for each of six piercings that he got on his face

[nellavee]

“woah, mr. henderson! we didn’t know you used to be so cool!”

#ro.draws #ro.spyxfam #i need me some bad boy mr henderson #kaoru sakurayashiki style #henderson walked so cherry could run #eleganto (bad) boy #henry henderson: imperial scholar and menace to society #he got a bolt for each of six piercings that he got on his face #spread out across his twelve years in eden #mans never learned #the seventh bolt is from decking a bitch #sxf #spy x family #henry henderson #mr henderson

[eaturheartout2021]

Phoenix (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader)

Summary: Reader neglects to check their six and suffers consequences. In turn they try to hide it from Ghost.

Warnings: mentions of blood and adult language

You were camped in a building alone, overlooking a small town square. Your sniper nestled into your shoulder while you watched Ghost and Soap enter a building opposite you.

“All clear from the outside, good to enter.” You spoke into the comms quietly.

“Copy” Ghost grunted in reply as they entered the main floor of the building and swept through swiftly and quietly. You continued to watch the surrounding roof tops, lower streets, and alleyways for any signs of hostiles but you stupidly forgot to check your six.

It was too late to react before you felt the sharp cool steel of a blade connect into your left side. You rolled over quickly and pulled out your pistol and fired two shots. One into his forehead and one into his throat. His body fell with a heavy, limp thud next to your feet and a pool of dark blood formed within seconds.

“Target practice eh Phoenix?” Soap’s voice quipped through the comm as your breath came in sharp uneven pants. You touched your side where the blade had pierced you. Blood, bright red and angry.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck!” You rolled over and remounted back onto your sniper and found the pair on the top floor of the building. You calmed yourself and steadied your breaths. “You know me, I get itchy if I don’t have someone to shoot. Hostile chose the wrong day to climb up my stairs.”

You could hear Soap’s smile in his words.

“My kinda woman.”

“Will you two focus. Phoenix, keep eyes down below, we’re coming through.”

“Copy.” You follow them as they emerged out of the back entrance of the building signaling you to follow. You cleared the area around you and packed your gear and started down the stairs of the building you had camped in for cover. Stopping in the stair well, you checked the damage again. The blood stain was getting larger and the throb of pain growing. You hissed and pulled your vest to hide the stain. Praying your Lieutenant didn’t see.

Your side now screaming out in pain. Each step sent white hot jolts into nerves and it took every ounce of willpower you had not to cry out. Your vest hid the most definitely a large blood stain on your side and your stoned face of annoyance hide any pain you felt.

You finally caught up with them, making sure to clean your bloodied hand as best as you could to not raise any questions.

“Get the intel we needed from the hard drives?” You asked as you walked beside them keeping a watchful eye in between buildings and abandoned cars.

“As much as we could. Got wind of a potential hostile squad that’s headed this way and we didn’t want to risk being in their crossfire if things got hairy.” Soap said as you rounded a corner.

As if on cue, a humvee that wasn’t yours sat in the empty streets. Ghost grabbed your arm and shoved you into the nearest alleyway. You met the ground with an excruciating thud and groaned at the impact. Ghost and Soap were both crouched behind remnants of burnt cars, shooting towards the humvee. You pulled the sniper from your back.

You found a crumpled filing cabinet and quickly crouched behind it and laid flat. There were 9 men, 2 of which were already taken out thanks to Ghost and Soap. You centered yourself and took a deep breath. Nestling the butt of the rifle into your shoulder you stared down the sight. You immediately found the face of one and pulled the trigger. He dropped like a bag of lead. You pulled back the bolt and flung out the empty casing and shoved the bolt forward, pushing another round into the chamber.

Setting your eyes on another, your breath halted and pulled the trigger. Dropping him the same as the other. Only three remained after you, Ghost and Soap took the others out. The firing stopped. The three of you exchanged glances of confusion just as two grenades came from the back of the vehicle. Your eyes grew wide with shock and hastily started to crawl away. Soap dove behind another car and Ghost grabbed it as soon as it landed and tossed it back. He was lucky it didn’t detonate as soon as it made contact.

The grenade landed under the front end of the humvee and exploded sending it up in thick black smoke and fire. The three others didn’t come out. The other exploded near the car where Ghost and Soap were originally and destroyed the entire right side. Your ears were ringing so loud that you didn’t even hear Ghost calling out for you until you felt his hands grip your arms.

“It’s not safe here anymore. We’ve got to move.” His voice was muffled and distorted but you nodded anyway. Grabbing your sniper you slug it over your shoulder, you made the mistake of wincing, audibly.

Ghost turned to you and looked you over once, twice. You stilled. You looked him in the eyes, praying he didn’t look to your left flank to see the wet stain that was now aching so severely that you could cry.

“You winced.” He said, still scanning you from head to toe.

“You threw me into an alley, which hurt by the way so, I’m gonna be sore.” You finally moved tucking away the pain and building up a wall to hide it. He wasn’t convinced.

“Yeah L.t little excessive on tossing her like a rag doll. Next time just body slam her into a wall to get her out of the way.” Soap joshed. He came over and hugged your waist giving you a friendly pat. Your side lit ablaze but Soap laughed as Ghost groaned and began to turn around but Soap’s words stopped him.

“Phoenix, you’re genuinely hurt lass.” His voice was soft and full of worry. You pulled away face blanching.

“It’s not mine. The guy I shot got messy.” You retorted. Backing away ready to be done with the conversation. Soap looked down at his hand, the bright red stark again his palm. Ghost was on you like a fly to honey.

“Take off your vest.” His voice was purely commanding. You look between him and Soap, they both share the same look. Fear, concern, and anger.

“What? I’m not taking my vest off. I told you it’s not mine.” You were screwed. Royally screwed.

“If it’s not yours then why is the blood under your vest. If it was that hostile’s then it would be on top of your vest. Not underneath. Take. Off. Your. Vest. That’s an order.” Ghost’s voice boomed in your ears and your hands trembled. You looked at Soap and his hardened face and crossed arms told you that you wouldn’t be finding any rescue with your friend.

You ripped the Velcro straps away and braced for the raging storm that was your Sargent and Lieutenant. The navy tee shirt you wore hid the maroon stain well from prying eyes, especially with the tactical vest, but with it off it stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Steamin’ Jesus lass.” Soap swore. Ghost stood silently above you just staring at your stab wound. His hazel eyes churning with an unknown emotion behind the mask that made you unnerved.

“It’s not that bad. I can walk it off. Let’s get to evac, get back to base and get this briefing with Price over with.” You tried to deter his mind but he didn’t waver.

“Johnny, go and call for an evac and ask for a medic asap.” His tone was direct, no questions asked. Soap turned away and was talking quietly into his comm when Ghost softly cupped your face forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Why would you hide this?” His voice sounded hurt.

“I can handle this. It’s not that bad.” His grip was more firm. More serious.

“If he had more than a knife on him, had a gun and shot you without you knowing. I’d never forgive myself knowing that it would’ve been on my watch. That you died on my watch.” You looked up at him and saw that his eye held truth in his words, that he truly meant what he said.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke softy, hardly a whisper. Ghost sighed gently and let his gloved thumb slide over you cheekbone causing you to quickly look up at him.

“Besides,” Ghost lifts your shirt to fully look at the wound and clicked his tongue. “Not deep, so it didn’t hit any major arteries or organs. It’ll just need a few stitches. It’ll leave one hellofva scar.”

You smiled to yourself just as Soap returned announcing evac would be fifteen minutes out.

“You can’t kill a phoenix anyway.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod #mw2 x reader #ghost mw2 #mw2

[gamblersdoll]

THE WARM THE COLD THE SIX.. chapter 3

tw: 18+, fingering, oral (f receiving) praise, degrading, reader had body piercings, pure filth when it gets there, reader is sleep in first portion.

“maiakai is going to regret talking to her.” both geto and gojo thought, hearing over the span of two days that you were supposed to go “out” with him or how he was coming over.

you and maiakai werent dating, but could you? probably not.

you spent some times cleaning up the place just in case he did want to come over, causing geto and gojo slightly on edge. gojo decided to try and distract you of your cleaning, making sure that if maiakai did come over, itd be trashy.

“so.. my wife, how tall are you?” gojo asked, his signature grin and his signature arm slung around your shoulders. he already knew the answer to that, but it was anything to keep you distracted.

geto would purposely make a little bit of a mess, contrary to belief. he wouldnt clean the dishes like he normally would or wouldnt collect his shedded hair. or hed spill hot candle wax on the table.

“what is your problem, you two??” you had asked, growing annoyed about their behavior, which wasnt normal for geto, or has satoru ever been this annoying.

they shrugged, pretending like they didnt know what you were talking about, so you ignored them too and decided to get dressed for whatever were to come to you. maiakai had texted you.

“coming over.” it had read, causing a lurch in your stomach. you quickly got dressed, went over some things and took deep breaths. your makeup looked decent, you looked great.

once you heard the doorbell going off, you bolted to the door, opening it and welcoming him in.

“nice place!” he had complimented you, then spotting the two boys sitting on the couch playing some random game. “who’re you two?”

gojo and geto didnt like the way he worded that.

“these are my roommates, geto and gojo… please ignore them.” you had said, hoping they wouldnt ruin your chances.

gojo saw his opportunity, so he took it. he is satoru gojo anyway.

“ i thought we were more than that?” he pretended to whine, feeling hurt. he frowned, pouting. maiakai was definitely confused now.

“what does he..” maiakai started to say, before you cut him off.

“hes an idiot, please ignore him.” you said, shooing gojo away.

“but i thought we all were involved with each other?” geto chimed in, putting on a confused look. “ did we do something wrong, love? is that why youre mad at us?” he pressed, putting down the controller.

maiakai definitely didnt want to be apart of this, so he decided to look else where.

“yeah.. think i should go.” maiakai said, making his way to the door quickly. you had tried to convince him to stay, but to no avail but only a door shut in your face.

gojo and geto were happy that he was finally out the picture, but ready to deal with a angry you.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you asked, gritting your teeth at them. “because of a boy?!” you had asked, folding your arms.

geto somewhat felt bad, so he spoke for the both of them. “we uh.. didnt want you to leave.” he said, ashamed.

gojo didn’t pay you any mind, still focused on that damn game.

“yeah well, you won , assholes.” you said, storming off into your room, slamming it. while geto felt bad, gojo didnt feel any remorse. you shouldnt have allowed it, simply put.

“we have to make it up to her somehow, satoru.” geto said, feeling embarrassed about his behalf today.

…….

hours had went by now, and you were probably asleep. geto and gojo went to go check in on you, only opening the door to a surprise.

you were definitely asleep, but only sleeping in a oversized shirt and panties that they could see on display, making gojo’s pants tight.

“we need to apologize, satoru.” geto whispered to him, trying his best to be respectful. gojo shooed him off, scoffing.

“we are, we are.” he said, making his way to your bed. geto sighed, feeling like he has an idea of how to apologize.

two peas in a pod, you would say. geto softly and slowly flipped you on your back, careful to not wake you. and both slipped off your panties carefully so it wouldnt be too rough.

“fuck, her pussy smell’s delightful.” gojo groaned, wanting to dive in right then and there.

two peas in a pod.

geto and gojo looked at each other, and poked their tongues out to lick at your clit, causing you to moan softly in your slumber, and your clit throbbed. gojo, being a little shit, lapped and softly suckled on your clit, your folds, and your thigh.

“gojo, youll wake her up-“

“what the hell?” you said, groggily and a soft moan rippling through your throat. geto froze, and gojo leaned up to your face.

“wanted to apologizeee…” dragging out the last word, kissing on your neck. geto looked up at you, slightly nervous but still suckling on your clit.

“we’re sorry..” geto said, slightly muffled. gojo shook his head, sucking on your ear and chuckling.

“im not apologizing for something i was forced to do.” gojo snickered, sneaking his hand under your shirt and chuckling. he looked at geto, watching how he slurps on your pussy and apologizes, how hes sorry for making you angry. his hand stopped, and he looked at you..

“whats wrong, sat—“

“this bitch has nipple piercings.” gojo said, ripping your shirt off and suckling on them, swirling a nipple in his mouth and moaning.

all three of you were a mess, by time gojo was stroking himself, geto had slipped two fingers into your sloppy pussy, curling and brushing against your gummy walls as you sniffled and moaned.

“you cryin?” gojo leaned in your ear, twisting and pinching your prettied up nipples.

you shook your head, biting your lip until you felt yourself coming down.

“im gunna cum!” you moaned, arching your back and pawing at getos head, tugging on his long locks of hair.

“cum for him, pretty slut.”

“we’re sorry, beautiful, cum fer me.” geto said, mouth full of your cunt and what now is your essence.

after your orgasm, you shook for a bit until you jumped slight, only for it to be gojo and geto cleaning you up.

“still mad at us, beautiful?” geto had asked, hoping you wouldn’t be anymore.

“not right not.” you had said, allowing gojo to brush up against you in a embrace and allowing geto to reciprocate.

#jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #jujutsu gojo #jjk #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk geto #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk season 2 #jjk fanart

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

The 13 Days of AUs- The Ninth Day of Christmas: A SeroDeku AU

Summary: On the 13 days of Christmas, Music gave to me… 13 different POTSOD AUs! Each contains a different pairing and different plots but within: a collection of plot line that will appear in the main series… though have fun figuring them out! (Including a few pairings that will appear~)

ON AO3

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 It happened in two seconds. One minute, Izumi watched Hawks take down a villain, then the next, a portal opened up in the sky to allow three figures to fall out. One of them had wings and stayed afloat, grabbing onto one of the others. The other fell hard but got up even after hitting the ground with a crack.

 “Gonna have to try harder, birdie,” the blue-haired man taunted. “Tomoe, it’s time to stop playing~”

 “Eat shit!” snapped the only girl. Izumi stared at her, clutching her daughter in her arms. The adult looked like a patchwork doll, stitches covering her body to connect the two-toned skin, her ribbon hair fluttering.

 “That’s no way to talk to your uncle!” Growled the blue-haired man, baring his fangs. An alpha, then. Alphas did that more frequently than not. Tomoe responded with her own growl, teeth bared. Izumi clutched the toddler in her arms tighter. 

 “Oi!” The third figure asked an older version of Hawks with scars on his face. “Tango-Indigo-Mike-Echo, Subsect 2 and 3. Code: I’m an Omega, and no, I don’t want a big strong alpha, bite yourself.” The younger Hawks jerked in surprise before reaching a hand to his ear.

 “We have time travel confirmed,” he said out loud. Izumi swallowed thickly. Her instincts hissed for her to grab her daughter and bolt. Run and run to hide in a hole and keep her child safe. She barely managed to choke back her whine as she stared at the adult version of her daughter, who was still growling at the villain.

 “I see… we’ll then I can keep my sister safe easier now!” The villain said, eyes shining with madness. “She won’t-“

 “You TOUCH my mother, and I rip you limb from limb, you incestuous FUCK!” Tomoe snarled. She shoved a hand out, her threads breaking apart to shoot out at the villain, who dodged, the threads cracking a building where they’d landed. “Shit, collateral damage. How long has it been again since we had to worry about that?”

 “The last city collapsed five years ago, Raggedy Ann,” older Hawks said grimly, detaching a feather to make a sword. “So five years.” The crowd gasped. “We have civilians and buildings to worry about now,” older Hawks glared at the villain, who scoffed. Younger Hawks stepped forward, his sword raised.

 “What are we dealing with?” He asked.

 “His name is Shigaraki Tomura. He is the former apprentice of All for One, who could take and give Quirks. His base Quirk is Decay which, when he touches an object, will disintegrate it immediately.” Older Hawks said as Tomoe shot out more threads, Shigaraki dodging. “He got a copy of All for One, which… warped his mind, we think. He became obsessed with All for One’s daughter, who the villain hid away. At first as a sister but given her Quirkless Omega status, as a… partner later on.”

 Do NOT whine, Izumi, do NOT whine. Izumi told herself as she stepped back from the fight. No, too far. With older Tomoe jumping around and fighting, her scent reached Izumi’s nose. Her instincts were telling her to stay and watch over her scared child.

 “How did her kid end up…”

 “I’ll explain later,” Older Hawks told his younger self. “Shigaraki has at this time six Quirks he uses often. Decay, Erasure, Voice, Cremation, Honing, and Brainwashing. It’s verbal, but he won’t bother with Raggedy Ann around. A part of her Quirk is when her threads pierce someone, she can control them. Brainwashing versus brainwashing cancels each other out. Also, do NOT touch me. Our minds will meld so that you gain all my memories. My personality dies, and you get my trauma. It’s so much fun that way.” Older Hawks grunted. Before younger Hawks could speak, older Hawks launched himself into the fight. Younger followed.

 In most circumstances, seeing two versions of the winger hero fighting against a villain would be thrilling. More so when he pulled out multiple Quirks. But the thread-wielding female kept catching Izumi’s eyes. Tomoe was moving so fast, swinging from her threads. It was so beautiful as she shot them out, trying to pierce the villain. 

 Then, the man threw a torrent of flame at the two older heroes. They dodged right as Tomoe swung past. The flame caught her. The woman let out a yell, and the sight… the yell...

 Pup hurt. My pup hurt. Baby Pup in arms. Need safe person. 

Alpha. Not mine. Sticky smell. But sticky smell on Bug Pup? Safe. He protect. I attack.

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 It is widely known that while Alphas were more likely to fight, and Omegas tended to run to a safe place, the true danger came from attacking an Omega’s pup in front of them. When you hurt their pup, Omegas went feral. Usually, it was just under the age of fifteen. 

 However, in the case of Midoriya Izumi, her daughter was only one year old when she saw the older version of Tomoe get her arm burned badly. She was holding the toddler and stressed out. Of course, she went feral. Everyone would agree on that after seeing the clip of the young Omega handing her daughter over to an Alpha who’d also gone into protective mode to protect the pups while the Omega pounced. One second, Shigaraki was trying to attack the two male heroes, convinced they did it on purpose.

 The next, he was on the ground with an Omega mother wailing on him.

 “Izumi- little sister-“ begged the villain, but there was only a growl in response before the Omega dug a finger into an eye socket, drawing an unpleasant scream. She then slammed a fist into his throat, screaming as she did.

 “Shiiiit,” Older Hawks muttered. “Forgot how she could get. She’s as terrifying as ever.” Younger Hawks stared and then looked over at the collapsed Raggedy Ann, guarded by a skinny Alpha with strange elbows, holding a baby version of the heroin. Oddly enough, it seemed Raggedy Ann was healing fast, new stitches appearing on her arm where the burn had been.  “Oh hey, her analysis is still coming through. She’s targeting his main Quirk zones. Remove an eye, so Erasure has a huge blind spot, damaging his throat so that Voice doesn’t work as well. And attack his hands. Wow. I forgot how good she was at breaking things down.”

 “… so she isn’t with her father?” Younger Hawks asked.

 “Oh no. He left her with his beta wife, who messed up. Assumed raising a female Omega would be like a beta kid. Tried to arrange marriages, trampled over all the girl’s instincts. Then a teacher sexually assaulted her. The mom actually tried to force her to abort or give the baby up. Big red flag for the nurses. I think Izumi got removed from her mother’s custody about seven months into the pregnancy.” Older Hawks hummed. 

 “… how can someone be that dumb not to look up Omega instincts?” Younger Hawks asked. 

 “I read the court details. Apparently, the woman is just… oblivious and focused on what she thinks is the perfect normal mixed with a Populationist idea based on ‘the world going back to normal.” Older Hawks mused. Izumi suddenly slammed a knee into Shigaraki’s crotch. “Ouch.”

 “I think he was getting a boner…” younger muttered.

 “… gross.”

 The heroes stood back as the feral Omega went to town, watching in detached fascination. The girl could throw a punch. And it wasn’t illegal to let an Omega go off like that. 

 “So… who’s the Alpha?” Younger asked with a nod behind them. 

 “Ah, that’s Sero Hanta, her mate in the future. He adopted Raggedy. Even bit her to replace her paternal scent.” Older Hawks paused. “Huh, maybe that’s why he moved. He smelt the older version, saw the child version and snapped.” 

 “… Shigaraki is managing to fight back.”

“Shit.”

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 The battle took another hour to end. Shigaraki did throw Izumi off, but the older Hawks moved quickly to stop him from doing anything. With that, Izumi’s feral self smelling a ‘Pack-Omega’ scent on him, she hurried off to hover over her daughter. The Alpha next to her growled and snapped at anyone who got close. The older version of Tomoe just stared at her younger mother.

 “Mom!” She choked out. “Mama, mama- you’re alive.” Her eyes went to Sero, and she sobbed too. “Papa, papa.” 

 The emotional turmoil the girl was going through didn’t stop her from taking advantage of Shigaraki landing close with his back to them. She shot out a hand, and a thick thread spurted out to drive into his head. Shigaraki froze.

 “That was for the WORLD!” Snarled Tomoe as she jerked her hand back. Most of the public ran when Izumi went feral, no one wanting to face off against that sort of thing. Those who stayed didn’t react. Half of the block was demolished, and large craters had been where people used to be. Burns covered the ground, and smoke lingered in the air.

 That sort of destruction few wanted to be around. More so when he’d destroyed the entire world. The medics wasted no time rushing to check on the injured heroes and scan the Ferals.

 “They’re coming down,” one of them announced. “A few more minutes.” And it was true; the two teenagers slowly came out of their feral state to stare around them in shock. Izumi caught the other’s eyes and flushed.

 “Umm…” Hanta adjusted the toddler in his arms. Izumi stared in shock. She didn’t want to rip his face off for handing Tomoe. “What’s going on?”

 “You adopted me,” the adult Tomoe said as she stared like they were golden idols. She couldn’t look away. “Bit me and everything after you and Mama decided that you would mate. Helped me with my strings too. Mostly the swinging.”

 “Oh…” Izumi glanced at Sero, who glanced back, flushing. “I… I see.”

 “Well, you will soon,” Tomoe admitted. “We didn’t come back by ourselves. Another team, with special abilities, did.” She swallowed. “They’re about to show what happened.” She looked between them. “I’m sorry, Mama.”

 “Huh?” Izumi asked in confusion. Tomoe swallowed.

 “A lot of things are going to come out.” She whispered. “And… you had a hard time in UA. Getting into the hero course nearly broke you.” 

 “… oh,” Izumi said.

 “I’m sorry, Mama. It was the only way we could think of to stop him.” Tomoe said. “I… I found Papa’s body. I found your body.

 I don’t want to find them again.”

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Notes:

-Apologies. Yesterday I finished my final exam and wrote a lot of this… then I got drunk and couldn’t focus. So sorry!

-I’m a sucker for omegaverse and time travel, not going to lie.

-I had fun here. After this, it would continue with the show, where Izumi did get into the hero course and went on to be a terrifying hero. She and Sero danced around each other for a while before getting together, to Bakugou’s annoyance. 

-Izumi’s guardians/foster parents I never really decided on? EraserMic is obvious but it would be fun to explore another.

-Hawks and Izumi became pack first since she was his intern here.

-Izumi is one of two omegas in the hero course, and due to this got a lot of attention. She mostly didn’t like it.

#bnha #bnha au #13 days of aus #pulling on the strings of destiny #tw shigaraki is obsessed with izumi #fem midoriya izuku #serodeku #this one did win the poll

[sirenselfship]

In control chapter three

Chapter three: The bird who longed for freedom

Warnings: The usual, Portal 2 spoilers.

I made the mistake of having a very, very, very long author’s note last time so sweet and short this time! Enjoy!

POV: Siren Time: Chapter six, the fall Location: Aperture science innovators, 1945

“Are you sure we should be ignoring all these warnings? I think that’s the 7th ‘Keep out’ sign we ignored! By we, you! Do you even read signs before going on your way? Imagine how sad the signs must be!”

Wheatley’s talking was the only thing piercing through the silence of the ruins. The ruins have never seen sunlight or anything other than fire, the smell of earth, and the cawing of crows. Whatever was in here dates back all the way to the 1940s. And I have no idea what the current year is now.

“These signs are too old to have feelings.” I answered, balancing on an old pipe. “And the thing about rules? They’re made to be broken! Such a shame I can’t remember much about my life before GLaDOS… but I did love breaking her ru-“

“I don’t think that’s how rules work?” Wheatley interrupted. “Like, aren’t they there so people don’t you know… go berserk? Break everything?”

“You don’t understand.” I quickly added, turning to face him. “You see rules as a safety net. I see them as this little cage and I’m a bird inside the cage. They’re put there by someone else, usually of higher status than you, so you can be manipulated and restrained to their desires-“

“Luv!”

My legs stepped on air. Or in other words: I wasn’t looking where I was going and tripped backwards. Wheatley was quick to rush in and catch me before I got even more brain damage.

“If you’re going to complain at least look where you going!” Wheatley said, putting me back on the ground. “Please stop doing all these dangerous stunts! My poor circuits can’t handle the thought of you dying!”

I rolled my eyes. “Cores are strange.” I said, continuing on with the strange place.

“Why do you break so many rules in the first place?”

I stopped walking.

“Was that something I shouldn’t have asked?” Wheatley asked.

“Nah it’s fine. I’m pretty sure people asked me that before aperture.” I answered, continuing to walk. “I’m a bird. I was born to be free. Not to be stuck inside a TINY CAGE WITH NOTHING BUT A TINY LITTLE BALL TO PLAY WITH- ooh look a giant vault!”

In front of us was a giant, and I mean giant, hatch. It was the biggest hatch I’ve ever seen, gargantuan even. Shooting a quick pair of portals I stepped through them to get a better look at the hatch.

“Now this is a hatch worthy of hiding secrets!” I said, looking up at just how big it was, “There has to be some sort of control center for this!”

There were two small buildings near the hatch, and a quick pair of portals confirmed them to be both control centers. Both with a button that theoretically opens the hatch. However there were two of them, one in each chamber.

“Luv, are you sure we should be doing this?” Wheatley asked as I activated the portal gun’s scope, aiming at a wall near the second control center. “This hatch must be closed for a reason right? I don’t think opening it is a good idea-“

“Well there’s no other way out of here.” I answered, firing an Orange bolt from the portal gun. “Remember what I said about rules?”

“That they’re made to be broken?”

“The thing is, if we keep following rules we’ll never accomplish anything new.” I continued, turning around and resting my hand on the railings of the catwalk. “I remember nothing from my pre aperture days, but I do know that the only way you can accomplish something new is to break the rules. If we all followed the rules the world would be very, very boring, peck science might not even be a thing! Scientists break the rules of what’s possible all the time!”

“So, you’re gonna help me open this giant hatch or what?”

Wheatley stared at me for a while. His blue eyes were like the blue sky of the outside world, my true home. After a while he nodded, stepping through the portal to the other control center.

“Hitting the button in 3, 2, 1…”

I hit the button on my side. Actually it was more of a slap.

The sound of heavy metal moving could be heard across the place. There were lights, alarms, everything to make an opening of a giant hatch climatic and exciting.

the hatch moved, revealing a single, human sized door on a wall.

“Seriously?” I commented, hopping down towards the door. “What kind of hatch even is this?”

“So anti climatic.” Wheatley added, opening the door. “Well, no time to waste now. Let’s get out of here before someone finds out we broke the rules.”

———

APERTURE SCIENCE INOVATORS

That’s what the giant sign in a strange entryway like place said.

“Going from this it means we’re still in Aperture.” I said as we walked around. “Except it’s been abandoned. No one uses it anymore.”

“Old Aperture.” Wheatley added on. “They were running tests even in the olden days… at least no one uses it anymore. No one to make us take tests until our dea-“

“Welcome gentlemen-“

A voice echoed across the abandoned room.

“Agh someone’s here!”

#Scheduled post #in control au #f/o: wheatley #still alive #selfship fanfiction #selfship fanfic #selfship community #self ship

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 43

*Warning: Adult Content*

                                      ~ Six months later  ~

Piercing screams startles Montreal Hunter from sleep. 

He bolts from the couch where he'd lain down for a rest and stumbles to the front door, heart pounding hard and fast. 

Throwing it open, he sees the cause of the sounds and sags against the frame, hand pressed to his chest as relief replaces his instinctive fear. 

Martin Hunter's kids, playing tag with Kit Montaine on the lawn in front of Monty’s house. 

He forgot they had agreed to watch them while Martin supervised some renovations on the old house he had bought in town. 

After his divorce was finalized by human law, it became clear that Elena had controlled nearly all the family's wealth. 

She left Martin the barest minimum she could and he hadn't fought her for more. 

All he wanted was to never see her again. 

Then, with some help from the rest of the Hunter family, he had scraped together enough for a down payment, come to Spring Lakes and found a sweet old fixer-upper close to a good school. 

For having had their lives entirely upended and disrupted, the kids seemed happy with the change. 

Martin had told Monty he'd made sure Elena never hurt them, that any violence got directed at him but kids are perceptive. 

They might not have understood, completely but they saw and understood enough. 

Their old house hadn't been a happy place and Martin still blames himself for not getting them out of it sooner. 

He's not the only one with lingering guilt, either.  

When Monty and Kit had gone back to Montana to help Martin move, He'd caught his dad watching his brother with a sad, curious look, even as he smiled and laughed with their mom. 

As we cleaned up after dinner, Monty had asked his father what was wrong.

"Martin lived with us, or less than a mile from us, for most of his life. He was always a happy, carefree boy, with that bright, mischievous smile. Seeing it again is wonderful. But I keep asking myself, 'When did my son stop smiling and why did I not notice it?" He shook his head and sighed. "I guess sometimes, when you're close to someone for long enough, you stop really seeing them. Start taking them for granted. Stop saying 'I love you' because you figure the other person knows. Like you, Monty. I don't think you know how much you're loved. I'm glad you've got Kit to remind you of it, now."

Monty is glad, as well and as he watches Kit roll and tumble with Martin's kids in the grass, he vows to make sure he knows it, too.

                                                  ~ ☾ ~

They've had a lot of 'firsts,' in the last six months. 

First real date. 

First trip to the beach. 

First time holding hands in public. 

Kit has had many more 'firsts' of his own and Monty often has to remind himself of how restricted his life had been before they found each other, of everything he's been through and everything he's missed out on. 

He's catching up fast, though and devours books as if he needs them as much as food or oxygen. 

Maybe he does. 

He spends a lot of time in Noah Hunter's bookstore and in the public library and on the phone Monty bought him and Monty worries Kit’s going to run out of things to read soon but Noah reassures his brother.

“He's slowing down, already," Noah tells Monty. 

"It's like he was starving before, and 'wolfed' down knowledge like food. Now that he's not quite so hungry, he's learning to savor things and to pick out what he likes best."

Monty: ‘I've got him, too.’

                                                     ~ ☾ ~

"Are you ready for this?"

Kit's lips brush Monty’s as he leans over him where he lies in bed, his honey-gold curls framing his bronze-toned face and his dark eyes shining bright. Monty slides his hand around the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss, reveling in the sensation of his mouth against his, the warmth of his smooth skin and the fresh forest scent of him.

"You know I am."

Monty slides his hands down his bare back to his hips and rolls to trap him beneath him. 

He squeaks and then shivers as Monty kisses his throat and chest, inching his way lower as he worships him with his lips. 

He squirms as Monty reaches the band of his underwear and gently wraps his fingers in the back of his lover’s hair.

"Monty... I think we're supposed to save this part for later," he gasps.

"You started it."

Monty nuzzles Kit’s navel and trace his fingers up the inside of his thigh.

"Monty."

Kit bucks and shivers again and Monty lifts himself and looks down at him.

"You really want to wait?" Monty asks, his eyes traveling his form. 

He's filled in and toned up a bit, though he's still slim and beautiful and... foxy.

"Do we have time?" Kit whispers, gazing up at Monty with all kinds of questions in his dark eyes.

"Plenty."

Kit bites his lip and turns his head aside but Monty sees a smile teasing the corners of his mouth. 

"Okay, then."

Monty: ‘He's not the only one who can play games.’

"Nah, maybe you're right," Monty says, sitting back with a sigh. 

"We don't want you showing up with marks on your throat from where I kissed you or your legs all weak and your face all flushed from all the ways I made love to you."

Monty starts to get up and Kit grabs for him, catching the front of his shirt.

"Wait..."

"Yeah?"

"What if you..."

"What?"

They know each other well enough now that Monty knows Kit likes this kind of teasing, likes to be chased but not hunted and likes to be the one to make the first move.

"What if you... If we just... If..."

Monty raises his brows at him. 

One rule he'd made was that if Kit couldn't say it, they wouldn't do it. 

Kit huffs in mild annoyance and then sits up. 

He crawls onto Monty’s lap, loops his arms around his neck, presses his body to his and then whispers in his lover’s ear.

"What if... I'm on my back and you tease me with your tongue until I'm all helpless and trembling and then you put your cock inside me and you fuck me slow and easy, until you come so hard it takes you five minutes to catch your breath. That way, there'll be no marks on my neck and my legs won't be weak because you'll have done all the work. That is... if we really have time."

Monty tries to think of a witty comeback but his brain jams and the only sound that escapes him is a sort of strangled groan. 

Kit falls back on the pillows and lifts his arms above his head, raising his brows at Monty. 

There's a laugh on his lips and a light in his eyes and Monty can't resist him. 

Monty swallows and then shifts himself to lie over Kit and kisses him so he knows that he's his heaven and the only heaven he wants. 

And then they do as Kit suggested and they're almost but not quite, late for their own wedding.

                                                     ~ ☾ ~

It was Gracie's idea. 

She thought it would be adorable and fun, two brides and two grooms, both sets joining their fortunes together in a ceremony of love.

"You sure?" Monty had asked, when she'd proposed the idea. 

Grace and Chloe Foley's wedding was already planned and adding Kit and Monty to the affair seemed troublesome. 

"We don't want to steal your thunder."

"Don't be a potato bug," she'd laughed, hitting Monty’s arm. 

For a human, she was pretty strong and it hurt almost as much as if she'd been Freya Hunter. 

"Chloe's hyped for it. Our friends and families overlap anyway, so the guest-list stays almost the same. All you guys have to do is stand at the altar with us and we'd be honored if you did."

"I'll ask Kit," Monty had said, feeling his face heat up. 

"If he... says yes, then... you can count us in."

Monty had asked Kit to marry him that night, under a peaceful, star-strewn sky outside their little house. 

And Kit had said yes, of course.

                                                     ~ ☾ ~

And so, here they are, about to get married in the flowering meadow beside Grace and Chloe's house, on a beautiful spring day in Spring Lakes, with all their family and friends looking on. 

Gracie's family is almost as big as Monty’s, and seem like genuinely good people but Chloe is as alone in the world as Kit. 

Her one close relation is Ian Foley, who beams from the front row of white plastic seats, a tear glinting in his single blue eye and Sam Asato at his side. 

Martin sits with his kids, looking tired but happy, Alpha Dane Hunter sits with his mate Julian Hart and their twins, who are just nearing the age of true havoc and Mr and Mrs Hunter sit front and center, holding hands. 

The rest of Monty’s siblings and extended family are there as well and he sees many happy faces filled with joy for Monty and Kit and for Chloe and Grace. 

Everyone is dressed in their best, though Monty’s 'best' isn't much to speak of. 

Having a tux custom-made for a guy his size isn't cheap and he’s lucky it still fits him. 

It's not top rack, by any stretch but Monty still feels like a prince as he stands facing Kit, who is wearing a suit Martin gave him. 

Grace looks stunning in a white dress, while Chloe is equally beautiful in a fitted tux. 

Alpha Astrid Hunter officiates and in no time at all they're happily wed, in the Wolf world as well as the human one. 

Then there is good food and good company, tears and laughter and at last the day is done and Monty and Kit return to their little house at the end of its solitary road. 

Monty Hunter carries his mate/lover/life partner Kit over the same doorstep where he had first found him, half a year before.

Monty: ‘Mine, as I am his, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, my heart's desire, fulfilled.’

                                             ~ THE END ~

[miscelunaaa]

spin cycle 6 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut

summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.

rating: 18+ for eventual smut

word count: less than 500

warnings: Wide-eyed jungkook. Swearing. Wardrobe malfunctions. Precisely one (1) iced coffee was harmed in the writing of this drabble.

notes: The plot thickens even further and we are off to the races, my friends. Stuff’s going to be picking up a little now, so I hope you’re comfortable and have something cozy to drink. Enjoy the ride! By the way, are you interested in joining the tag list for this? Pop me an ask or a dm or a telegram and let me know! It’s my first time doing a tag list, so it’s a little experimental, but please, reach out and I’ll add you! Otherwise, we’re on a weekly schedule, with me posting this on Mondays, usually before noon cst or so. happy reading!

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You are having a phenomenal day so far. That’s not sarcasm! It’s been so good that you feel no salt, no spice, NOTHING. It’s just you, your bag, your hamper, and your iced coffee and nothing (nothing!!) can bring you down!

Nothing except running face first into the glass door to the laundromat, maybe.

Just maybe.

Maybe it’s not that bad!! It’s fine! You just spilled your coffee on the door right? Ah … it’s all over you too. Fuck.

You’re pissed as you walk into the laundromat, the cold, sticky liquid seeping into the front of your clothes, thoroughly soaking your customary laundry day hoodie and leggings. The only thing that could make this worse is …

Fuck, he’s already seen. Your laundry friend has seen everything, his big brown eyes wide as he looks at you. He looks like a deer in a car’s headlights, or perhaps a bunny about to bolt from danger.

This is imbecilic. You’re soaked in coffee. You’re not that mad about the spill! Shit happens! It’s the fact that it happened in front of him.

With a sigh, you drop your bag at your customary table, and head to the bathroom for a wad of paper towels. Better clean the door first before cleaning yourself. You’ll change into something from your hamper afterwards.

Laundry friend is staring at you as you walk back out to the door. His gaze is intense enough that you hardly feel the cold fall air through your wet clothes.

When you head back inside, he’s walking towards you. You make to move out of his way but he holds up a hand as if to stop you, his eyes still wide and flitting between your face and your soiled clothes.

He suddenly pulls off his enormous black sweatshirt. The white tee underneath rises up with it, revealing that he is indeed as hard as you expected underneath. You get a little flash of his tiny brown nipples, an eyeful of his flat, toned stomach (you’re sure it would be a perfect six pack if he were to flex) and a subtle trail of hairs leading down from his belly button into his—

“Here, wear this,” he says, handing you the hoodie. His face is flushed while he pulls down his tee. On his right arm, you see that he’s got a full sleeve of tattoos, carefully inked in black, from wrist into the arm of his shirt. “To, um, change into.” His voice is soft, a low tenor. It suits him.

As you take the garment from him, you train your gaze on his own, and note that his skin is perfect but for a few empty piercings. They’re only noticeable now because this is the closest you’ve ever been to each other. You’ve never noticed the little hoops in both of this ears, nor have you noticed the little mole underneath his lower lip

Fuuuuuck you just want to lick it.

Now you’re really done for.

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posted: 1.24.2022. update: 4.2.2022 (front matter clean up)

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[sleepdeprivedsloth]

Gonna Getcha

[Haikyuu - Atsumu, Osamu]

summary: Atsumu notices that Osamu is stressing out and suggests that they play a game to help brighten his mood. Of course, Osamu doesn’t really have a say in the matter, he knows that he’ll end up laughing whether he agrees to play or not. (platonic Miya twins tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.8 k

a/n: for those of you who haven’t watched s4 yet, don’t worry there are no spoilers! on a more serious note, please don’t romantically ship these two. i hate that i feel the need to say this, but this is purely just siblings tickling each other for fun. anyways! please enjoy everyone <3

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Osamu leaned back in his desk chair, staring at the English worksheet in front of him. He let out a small grunt of frustration and closed his eyes, taking a quick mental break.

The Miya twins had gotten back home from volleyball practice a bit earlier than usual because their coach wanted the team to focus on studying for their upcoming exams. Osamu was trying to make good use of this generously-given free time by working on homework. On the other hand, Atsumu planned to use his free time to lounge around and get some “much needed” relaxation.

Resting on the top bunk bed in the twins’ shared room, Atsumu was mindlessly scrolling through his phone when he heard Osamu’s grunting. He glanced up towards his brother and saw that he looked absolutely exhausted with his head tilted back and a slight crease occupying the space in between his eyebrows.

Osamu must have felt Atsumu’s piercing stare because not so long after he closed them, his eyes snapped back open. He abruptly swiveled his chair around and locked eyes with Atsumu, offering his own stare in return. “Why are ya creepily staring at me like that?”

The blonde-haired twin simply ignored the question, choosing instead to ask one of his own. “Ya look seriously stressed out, man. Wanna play a game?”

Osamu breaks eye contact as he sighs, turning back around to continue working. “No dumbass. Can’t ya see I’m busy?”

Once more disregarding the question thrown at him, Atsumu pondered aloud, “Hey Samu, ya know what game we haven’t played in forever?”

Deciding to humor his twin, Osamu hummed out a quick “hmm” in response, prompting Atsumu to continue.

“Gonna Getcha.”

Osamu feels his body immediately stiffen at the name, countless memories of the brothers playing the childish game flashed through his mind. With their parents being away at work so often when the two were younger, they created Gonna Getcha as a fun way to pass the time. It was just like hide and seek, but the stakes were much higher. Once the hider had been found, the seeker would tickle them silly until they tapped out. The mere thought gave Osamu chills.

Atsumu kept his predatory stare on his twin. “Why don’t we play right now? Y’know, for old time’s sake.”

Osamu instantly recognized the tone in Atsumu’s voice. It wasn’t a suggestion or request, it was a warning that he needed to escape while he still could. Turning his head around to look at his brother's face, Osamu saw the dangerously playful glint in his eyes. “What are we, fricking six years old? Grow up, Tsumu, geez.” 

Never breaking eye contact, a grin spread across Atsumu’s face as he suddenly started counting down. “Thirty. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight…”

The grey-haired twin’s eyes widened. He came to the sad realization that the two were going to play Gonna Getcha, whether Osamu agreed to it or not, but he wasn’t about to waste anymore potential hiding time by haggling with Atsumu. 

Practically leaping out of the desk chair, Osamu ran out of their bedroom door, quickly closing it behind him. He raced throughout the house searching for a hiding spot, which was pretty pointless considering the twins both knew this place like the back of their hands.

He ran from room to room, eyes darting around for a somewhat decent place to hide, when he came across the supply closet in the hallway. Internally deciding that it was much better than standing out in the open, Osamu scurried inside, closed the door behind him, and sat down in the cramped space beside the miscellaneous boxes.

Not long after he got situated, Osamu heard their bedroom door burst open with Atsumu louding calling out, “I’m gonna getcha!” Footsteps could be faintly heard going in and out of different rooms, accompanied with the occasional “Gonna getcha!” tease. Osamu honestly felt like he was six years old again, giddily waiting for Atsumu to find him. 

When Atsumu’s footsteps sounded close to his hiding spot, Osamu froze and held his breath. The footsteps came and passed, going off in the direction of the kitchen. 

After waiting until he couldn’t hear the footsteps anymore, Osamu quickly got to his feet, planning to make a run for it back to the bedroom. Atsumu would never think to look back in there, right? Slowly opening the closet door, Osamu cringed slightly at the soft creaking before peeking his head out. Once assured that the coast was clear, Osamu stepped out and dashed to their bedroom with a victorious smile on his lips. 

He stopped short and his smile immediately fell when he saw a certain blonde waiting for him, lazily leaning against the doorway with a confident smirk. Grey eyes met brown for a brief moment before Osamu turned around and attempted to bolt away. Unfortunately for him, Atsumu quickly launched himself forward, shouting out, “Gonna getcha!”

The two tumbled down to the floor. Osamu was left lying flat on his stomach as Atsumu straddled his back. Quickly recovering from the fall, the grey-haired brother tried to fight back and push his twin off of him, but his arms could reach back far enough.

Laughing at Osamu’s fruitless struggles, Atsumu teased, “I gotcha!”

Osamu gave up on physically fighting back and went limp against the floor. “Get offa me, Tsumu, yer fat ass is crushing me!”

“Hmm.. no. How about I do this?” Atsumu set his fingers over Osamu’s shirt and scribbled them into his sides. Osamu’s body jerked as if he had been electrocuted, and started shaking his head back and forth as short chuckles spilled out of his mouth. Knowing that verbal teasing had wonderous effects on his brother, Atsumu decided to be a little shit, gasping in fake shock. “Oh no way! Is this tickling ya, Samu?”

Osamu’s struggling started up again at the taunting words. “Y-yohou knohohow ihit dohoes! Stohop!”

“How would I have known that yer this ticklish? I woulda never guessed!”

“Yohohou ahahare suhuch an asshohohole!” Osamu’s laughter became louder as Atsumu switched his scribbling to spontaneously jabbing. “Ihihihi’m gohohohonna kihihihill youhuhuhu!!”

Atsumu ignored the giggle-filled threat, instead choosing to take the tickling a step further. “Huh, I wonder where yer death spot is… that one spot that will make you go absolutely crazy with laughter.” Atsumu slipped his hands underneath Osamu’s loose shirt, wiggling closer to his brother’s stomach. Obviously, he already knew where Osamu’s death spot was, but it was so much more fun when he got to see how his teasing made his twin squirm. “Why don’t ya just tell me where it is?”

Osamu shrieked when Atsumu went under his thin layer of protection and brushed his fingers against his bare skin. He grabbed at his hair to ground himself as he felt the torturous hands traveling closer and closer to his sensitive stomach. “Yohohohou ahahahahalready knohohow whehehere ihit ihis, yahahaha fuhuhuhuhucking shihihihit!!”

“What foul language! I just wish to hear my dearest brother laugh.” Atsumu wiggled his fingers to get them underneath Osamu so that they were squished in between the floor and his stomach. Once in position, he paused his fluttering fingers. “Ya ready?”

Osamu giggled and twitched in anticipation, “Dohohon’t doho ihihit!!”

“Do what?” Atsumu smirked knowingly.

In his panic, Osamu missed the obvious trap and shouted out, “Tihihickle mehe thehere!”

“Well since ya asked so nicely~” Atsumu curled his fingers and vibrated them deep into Osamu’s stomach, knowing from many childhood tickle fights that he could never stand this method.

Loud bouts of laughter were forcefully released from Osamu, his mouth open in a face-splitting smile. “TSUHUHUHUHUMU NOHOHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Ahh yes, beautiful laughter,” Atsumu playfully teased. “That seriously has to be my favorite sound to ever exist. Mind if I record it and set it as my ringtone?”

Osamu could barely hear the taunts through his booming laughs. In a desperate plan to stop the tickling, he gathered as much strength as he could and rolled onto his back so that he was facing upwards. With his hands now free to move about, Osamu quickly grabbed at Atsumu’s wrists and pushed them away from his quivering belly.

While his twin was catching his breath, Atsumu looked down upon him with a wicked grin. He easily shook his wrists out of Osamu’s weak hold and in turn grabbed onto his brother’s hands, pulling them slightly off to the sides. “Thanks for the help, Samu. I was wondering how I was gonna get ya to turn over. Now I have all the room I need to do this…”

Osamu’s eyes quickly darted towards Atsumu just in time to see him start to slowly lower his head towards Osamu’s bare and unguarded stomach. From far too many ticklish experiences, he instantly knew what Atsumu’s intentions were, and he mentally cursed himself making the situation ten times worse by revealing his belly. The only choice he had now was to plead and pray that his brother would give him mercy. Hopefully the universe was on his side today. “NO! Nohot that, anythihing but that! Tsumu plehehease!!” 

Unfortunately, the universe didn’t offer much help. As Atsumu’s head grew closer and closer, Osamu sucked in his belly as much as he could, knowing that he was only momentarily preventing the inevitable. 

The moment Atsumu’s lips met his sensitive skin and blew the dreaded raspberry, Osamu howled with laughter. He could feel his muscles jiggling around from the vibrations, tickling him both inside and out. He tried to curl up and yank his hands out of his brother’s strong grasp, but it was all in vain. “NAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAP! TSUHUHUHUHUHUMU STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

The blonde lifted his head for a quick breath. “Ya know what I wanna hear, Samu!” Atsumu exclaimed before pressing his lips back down into Osamu’s belly. When his brother’s back arched and he felt knees begin to bump into his back, Atsumu chuckled fondly into Osamu’s stomach, only intensifying the ticklish sensations.

Tears of joy started to gather around the corners of Osamu’s eyes. When he felt Atsumu’s mouth move closer to his belly button, he desperately called out, “PLEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!! YOHOHOHOHOU GOHOHOHOHOT MEHEHEHE!!”

After finishing off with one more short raspberry to his brother’s side, Atsumu pulled back and released Osamu’s hands. He watched fondly as Osamu quickly wrapped his arms around his torso with a flushed face and giggles unconsciously pouring out of his beaming smile. Atsumu’s face broke out into a smile of its own at the sight of his twin looking much happier than he had been not even thirty minutes ago. “Ya okay there, Samu? Or has it been so long since we’ve played that ya can’t take it anymore?”

Osamu rested his head against the floor, eyes closed and smiling wide. “Ohoho, I am soho gonna getcha,” he playfully threatened, a trace of the need for revenge in his voice.

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a/n: thanks sm for reading !! finally branched myself out into the haikyuu fandom so that’s fun :D but is it just me or does the inarizaki team have a total of like two tickle fics T-T maybe there just isn’t an audience for it?? y’all will have to lmk

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[alyssadeliv]

The Forgotten One

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Chapter 3

Damian Al Ghul is the most beautiful baby Marianne has ever seen. Not that she’s seen a lot of newborns, but something inside of her knew no one would be as cute as her little brother. He was very tiny and that only encouraged her more than ever to protect him. Her mother thought it adorable, that if not training she was always at his side. Her grandfather thought it useful, like a bodyguard to protect his so expected heir. As a baby, he couldn’t do much yet, but she liked his company. It was rewarding to see him staring at her with those beautiful green eyes when she talked to him about her day. 

They grew up together, so it was only natural that they would train together. Marianne loved it when they would train or fight together, it was another excuse to be around her baby brother. Since birth, he has always been very bright, and very skillful. He’s only seven when he is allowed a solo mission, and she remembers how she begged her mother to allow her to accompany him, just to make sure he’ll be alright. The punishment she received from her grandfather was enough for her to never ask again. But as Damian had proved more than capable to handle every kind of situation thrown his way, she wasn’t so anxious anymore when he would leave for missions. But that didn’t mean she didn’t worry.

Her mother and the guardians became more strict with her training after Damian was born, focusing more on fighting techniques rather than the knowledge of the Kwamis, that part she was already very knowledgeable about. And because of that increase in her abilities, she was allowed to train with her brother, when he was about six. In the beginning, their fight was never fair, with more years of experience, Marianne had an advantage. But as the years passed by, and Damian learned, it became more equal. When they fought together they were formidable, the synchrony and the precision of their movements was something fascinating to behold. You would think that because of their strong bond it would be difficult to actually hurt each other in a fight, but together they were ruthless, always pushing the other. They brought out the better in each other. Marianne could proudly say she taught Damian a lot, especially in the art of diversion and dagger fighting.

Living in the League meant that you could never be too careful, and trust was something it had to be earned. Relations were discouraged because they tended to make you weak. But for the siblings, having each other was their strength. 

Even if both had their own room, it was common to find Damian sneaking to bunk with his sister or Marianne simply crashing at her brother’s bed after a taxing day of lessons. To everyone in the League, they didn’t have contact outside of training, and her grandfather made sure of that. He liked to call her his secret weapon, one that only his most trusted followers knew about. Being a very paranoid person, that trust revolved around 3 people, her mother, Sabine, and Master Fu. And she was sure that her master only knew about her because it was what created their alliance in the first place.

Like her, Damian wasn’t much better in the social department. He didn’t interact with kids his age, and all of his time was dedicated to perfect his skills. She was his one and only friends, but just like her, he wasn’t very good with words, yet she knew he adored her just as much as she did him. She was the heir to the Order of the Guardian and he the heir to the League of Assassins. They had duties to fulfill, expectations to reach, and people to please. It was hard, but at least they had each other.

Until they hadn’t.

She was sixteen and had just come from a long mission, all she wanted was to take a shower and curl into bed. This mission had been more taxing than normal, she was successful but it still took a lot from her. Ignoring her primal needs she made her way to the training grounds of the League, looking for her Master, to give him the mission report. 

“Master” She greeted. Wang Fu had taught her so much, but she could see very clearly that her teacher was flawed. Even after years in this life, he had a very kind heart. He tended to be a very recluse, only interacting with people from the Order or the League if he had to. She was the only exception to this, from the years of training with him, she knew he had a soft spot for her. Most of the time he acted very naively, and that still bothers her thus this day. But where he was kind he was also very strict with her training. That’s why she always pushed herself, to prove to him that she was worthy of her birthright, to be the true wielder of a Miraculous. 

It was already dark, and the League was quiet. Only the ones on duty would be awake, but it was common to find her Master meditating at all hours of the day at the Temple of the Miraculous. The temple was built by the order of her grandfather as a sign of good faith after the alliance between the two organizations was created, she spent most of her childhood there, reading the sacred tomes and connecting with her inner self. 

“How was it?”

“Successful as always. I infiltrated the party without any problem and locating my target was easy. The tricky part was luring him out of the crowd. But I managed. Using the Chinese hairpin I infused the poison in his bloodstream, he was dead in a matter of minutes. The poison won’t leave any possible leads, and I obtained the information requested. I shall pass it to Grandfather at our morning meeting, he requested that you be present as well”

“Any witness?”

“No.”

“Very well… Go ahead and get some sleep. Tomorrow after our meeting you will be having another section of training with Lady Shiva, she was very pleased with your recent development.”

She bowed respectfully and started to make her way to the chambers. She could feel the sleep piercing through her, but she pushed it aside, she needed a bath before even thinking of going to bed. 

She made it to the west wing of the League, where Damian opened the door after only two knocks, still in his sleeping clothes. At that time, she was the only one that would seek him out. He let her in without a word, and she immediately made her way into his bathroom. Being the Heir to the League comes with its perks. His room was bigger than hers and he had a bathroom all to himself. Compared to his room hers was rather simple, with a bed in the middle, a dresser, and a table with a chair. The Arabic aesthetic gave a stylish decoration to the plain room. His was more majestic, with a big bed with the most comfortable comforter she ever laid in and very well decorated. Only the best to the grandfather’s grandson. 

She stripped and laid her weapons carefully on the counter. With empty thoughts, she enjoyed the warmth of the water on her skin, and only after washing her hair twice, she turned it off. Sometime during her shower, her brother had delivered some of her clothes. Because they alternated between their rooms, it was practical to just leave a couple of clothes in each other’s chambers, that way no matter when, they would always have something to wear. She left the bathroom only carrying two of her daggers, even in the comfort of her brother’s bedroom, she could never let her guards down. He was laying on the mattress, half-asleep, just waiting for her. As she neared the bed he lifted the covers to let her in. And as she laid there at his side, feeling the heat of his body near her, with one dagger on the side table and the other under her pillow, she felt at peace. 

The peace was short-lived, however. She couldn’t tell for sure how long she had been asleep, but enough for her brain to be foggy. She bolted awake feeling another presence in the room. In one fluid movement, she grabbed her trusty dagger and went into action. She hit her target in one fluid movement. 

“What’s going on?” Damian was also awake, with a sword in hand, staring wide-eyed at the body laid on the floor.

“Get ready.” And with that they both started to prepare themself, gathering their weapons and changing into more appropriate clothes. In a matter of minutes, they were ready. Before they exit the bedroom, she turns to her brother.

“Take it.” She hands him one of her daggers. It’s from a set, her favorite. It was a birthday present from Damian. Two handmade daggers, one was white and the other was black, it had the Yin and Yang symbols carved in the handle. Representing the balance between creation and destruction. It was perfect for close attacks and throwing. He takes the black one without a fight, by now he understands the seriousness of the situation. With caution, they left the chambers. Now they could hear fighting happening in the background. She knew what she had to do, go to the temple, access information and from then try to create a strategic plan. Damian would come with her, without knowing what was going on, it was safer to continue together. 

They reach the temple without any problem, but there’s when things got problematic. A group of three people advances on them, two men and one woman all wearing black and covering their faces. She immediately goes into attack mode. Diving from the oncoming sword, puncturing the man tight as he attacked her, she analyzes the situation, his wound which does little to stop him is heavily bleeding. Because of her size, she could tell he was underestimating her, so she used that in her advance. She let him come closer, giving him a false sense of security, allowing him to believe her to be inexperienced. His sword makes contact with her left arm, and a red flow of blood makes itself known. Following her plan, when he comes close enough she grabs onto his torso and using his body weight throws him onto the floor over her shoulder. Once he’s down she reaches the dagger strapped onto her thigh and stabs onto his chest. Immediately turning her attention to the other two attackers that went after Damian she throws the dagger at the back of the woman, momentarily distracting her brother’s opponent. Grave mistake. Damian disposes of him quickly after that. After getting back her weapon, they keep their pace. 

Now they could see various members of the Order and the League fighting different opponents. The floor is coated in red, and in the distance, it is possible to see the beginning of some fires. Seeing her home being destroyed broke her heart but there was no time to grieve. On high alert, they arrived at the temple. They meet another group of black figures, not even thinking she immediately engages one of them.

She can’t tell how long that has been going on, she lost sight of Damian and their enemies just kept coming, there is no sign of Master Fu or the Miraculous Box, so she can only assume that he escaped without any problems. The other guardians are by her side, trying to overpower the attackers. In the distance, some explosions begin, shaking the foundation of the temple. Some stones start to fall, and immediately their opponents start to evacuate mid-fight. Based on that it is not difficult to reach a conclusion. Their target was the Order, they obviously planned to explode it to the ground. 

“It’s a trap! We have to leave the Temple, it’s going to crash!” With no hesitation she starts looking for Damian, she needs to find him and get him somewhere safe. It’s pandemonium, people running and screaming orders. Some bleeding and some already dead. It’s practically impossible to see with the smoke that found its way in. 

When she finally finds her brother, it’s almost too late, by now a lot of the foundation it’s destroyed, and they would be lucky if they get out in time. They start running, Damian ahead of her. They were almost at the entrance but something in her, maybe her instincts told her that they would not make it. Using the rest of her energy, she focuses on her inner strength, gathering a bit of magic in the palm of her hand. With one fluid movement, she pushes all she has into her brother.

The impact of her magic sends him flying out of the building, into safety, just in time to miss the pieces of the temple falling down.  

“MARIANNE!”

It's the last thing she hears before she feels the weights falling onto her body. For some minutes she feels everything, the burning pain in every inch of her body and the shallow movements of her chest. 

But for the moment that didn’t matter, she was tired, and she knew she could rest knowing her brother was safe.

“Ahbk ya akhi”

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Shrunkyclunks (Modern Bucky/Cap Steve) Fic Rec

Hate Sex & Hair Protocol by @maddiewritesstucky - Mature, 1.8k

SHIELD Agent Bucky, UST, Enemies to Lovers (in Steve’s head), Humor

They’re all full of shit, Steve decides.

His team don’t have a clue what they’re talking about, running their mouths about the way he and Bucky look at each other; the tension that seems to be at a constant near-snapping point between them.

'It’s called annoyance' Steve wants to yell in each of their faces, loud and one by one. It’s the pain of having to exist every day in close proximity with someone who drives you out of your fucking mind.

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In which Steve discovers that ire and desire may just exist side by side in his brain.

Stop interrupting my grinding series by @rohkeutta - Teen, 2.5k

Nurse Bucky, Wrong Number, Fluff, Humor

“I tried to call Sam,” Captain America says, bewildered. He’s sprinting like Usain Bolt and doesn’t sound even a little out of breath. Fucker. “Who’re you?”

“Someone who’s watching you live on TV,” Bucky tells him as the tiny patriotic figure on the screen takes the turns like he instructed. Bucky should probably be a lot more freaked out about this, but honestly? After a tour in the Middle East and six years as a nurse in New York, even this isn’t enough to ruffle him. One sees a lot of shit in the ER. “Also, you better hang up now, that thing is behind the next bend.”

“Uh, okay,” Captain America says. “Thanks?”

“Whatever,” Bucky says, disconnects the call and turns the TV off to get ready for his shift.

Save a Horse, Ride a Captain by @galwednesday - Teen, 2.7k

War Vet Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff, Humor, Modern Howlies

Bucky tapped him on the shoulder, swaying back and forth a little as he waited for the man to turn around. “Hello,” he said, and then promptly forgot what else he was going to say, because this guy was fucking beautiful. “Wow. Good face.”

Two of the guy’s friends, a man wearing a suit that fit so well it had to be bespoke and a man with a cute little gap between his front teeth, started cracking up. The petite redhead sitting next to them cocked her head to the side and pulled her phone out of her handbag. Beautiful Face just looked kind of pained, so Bucky redirected. He was a gentleman. He could take a hint. No hitting on beautiful guys who were uncomfortable with that sort of thing, no matter how lickable their jawlines were.

“Hello,” he repeated, doing his best to mind his manners. “I’m very sorry to bother you. Can I have a piggy-back ride?”

You Make My Heart Skip A Beet by @musette22 - Teen, 3.8k

Chef Bucky, POV Outsider, Fluff, Humor

“I made soda bread.”

Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.”

The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

more under the cut

Cafe Au Écoute by @littlesystems - Teen, 3.8k

Coffee Shop AU

No matter where Steve goes, there's always the chance that he'll overhear a conversation about himself - or rather, Captain America. This coffee shop is no different. The fact that he keeps eavesdropping well past the point of plausible deniability is another matter entirely.

#TweetMeDaddy by StarSpangled - Teen, 4.1k

SHIELD Employee Bucky, Misunderstandings, Crack, Humor

Coulson, for his part, stares up at Bucky with such a betrayed look of frozen horror that Natasha actually goes the extra step and presses another button, capturing the moment and airdropping the photograph to her phone for posterity. When he speaks, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why…?” He swallows and starts again, trying for some semblance of normality. “...Why would you tweet something like that?!”

“If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America.” He slowly lowers himself back into his seat until he’s at eye level, making extreme eye contact with Coulson until Coulson turns away to make mortified eye contact in Natasha’s general direction through the one-way glass. Natasha would take another picture, if she weren’t too busy catching Steve’s red-faced sputtering. “Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by @spacebuck - Explicit, 8.2k

YouTuber Bucky

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

Came with my cool (I dropped it) by @liionne - Teen, 9.2k

Yoga Instructor Bucky

"When you said I need to loosen up, I didn't think you meant literally."

"I meant it every way. Mentally, emotionally, and physically." Natasha says, and thrusts a yoga mat at him.

there once was a diamond by bloobeary - Teen, 11.3k

Fluff, Thanksgiving

"You," Becca seethes, and hits him with a wooden spoon. "Could have told me," Hits him again. "You were dating Captain America." Final hit, Bucky laughs. He supposes he deserves it, giving her no more information than the fact he was bringing his boyfriend to Thanksgiving dinner at her house and then showing up with Steve.

Salt by littleblackfox @thelittleblackfox - Mature, 12k

Bakery AU

The cinnamon roll is gone in four bites. Four indecent, jaw-unhinging bites, and Steve sucks the last traces of lemon and icing from his fingers with a low, throaty sound of satisfaction. He glances up at Bucky, who is leaning against the counter and watching him with avid fascination.

“Um…” Steve says around his index finger. There’s still a little icing on the bed of his fingernail, and he stops trying to work it off with his tongue.

“You know those movies where the girl eats an eclair or something, and it’s really, like, sexually charged?” Bucky asks.

Steve pulls his finger out of his mouth. He’s never seen that kind of movie, but the thought of Bucky eating an eclair is certainly… well, it lingers. “Uh?”

“Yeah, well that was the exact opposite.” Steve scowls, and Bucky cackles gleefully. “You are something else, Steve.”

Leg Day by Brokenpitchpipe - Explicit, 12.1k

Gym Thot Bucky

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Art Nouveau by voluptuous_panic - Explicit, 12.2k

Bartender Bucky, Tattooed & Pierced Bucky

Steve's on the worst date of his life. At least the bartender's cute.

much tattoo about nothing by @deisderium - Explicit, 14.5k

Tattoo Artist Bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

No Wonder There's Panic in the Industry by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Not Rated (I’d say Mature?), 20.5k

Stark Industries Intern Bucky, Team fic, Humor

In which Bucky Barnes and his BFF, Clint Barton, are NYU interns for Stark Media Group competing to be Pepper's favorite.

Or alternatively, the time Bucky assisted the P.A. team on the Steve Rogers piece and ended up (adopted) with a contact list full of Avengers.

Life of the Party by @aggressivewhenstartled - Explicit, 21.6k

Superhero Impersonator Bucky, Mistaken Identity

“You know, kids,” Steve heard from the backyard, “one of the most common threats a superhero has to face is inside an active volcano! We’re going to have to work on your evasion skills, so for the next five minutes, the floor is lava!” This was met by a sudden spike in both volume and pitch from the small children as they scrambled onto every raised surface they could find and immediately launched themselves right back off.

“I’ve never seen actual lava in my entire life,” Steve said, vaguely offended.

“You got a superhero impersonator for The Falcon’s niece’s birthday party,” Sam said, incredulous. “The Falcon, who is an actual superhero.”

Trust Enough by @geneticallydead - Explicit, 23.3k

Misunderstandings

“Saturday. Yeah, that’s good,” Steve says, and actually scuffs his shoe at the ground. Like a ridiculous shy superhero damsel. “Say eight? I live-“

“Yeah, big building with the A on it,” Bucky says, and can’t help a big stupid grin. Steve stares at him, looking a little dazed, and after their whole conversation it’s only now that Bucky’s brain catches up and realises Steve finds him quite attractive. So. Win for Bucky.

“Let me get your number,” Steve says finally, after they’ve stared stupidly at each other for about three hours, taking out his phone.

So they exchange numbers, and then Steve says he should go, and Bucky agrees, and they kind of stare at each other for a bit more, then Steve actually does go, but not before taking Bucky’s hand and squeezing it warmly in a way that makes Bucky want to shiver all over. Then Steve is gone, and Bucky is standing alone in the alley, grinning to himself.

Right up until the moment he remembers that Steve thinks Bucky is an escort he’s just hired.

Well fuck.

The Roommate by layersofart, Niitza - Teen, 28.6k

War Vet Bucky, Roommates AU, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Team fic

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

Brooklyn Baby by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Mature, 33.7k

Coffee Shop AU, Modern Howlies, Mistaken Identity, Team Fic

In which Bucky is just trying to live life and enjoy his unofficial official table at the obnoxiously hipster coffee shop but some guy named Steve stole his spot.

Or, the time that Bucky unintentionally befriended the Avengers and had no idea.

Never Talk to Strangers by mambo @whtaft - Teen, 40.4k

Grad Student Bucky, Slow Burn

Never Talk to Strangers: or; How a Forgotten Childhood Lesson Led Bucky Barnes to Appreciate Charlie Chaplin, Befriend an A.I., Slip on Soap Bubbles, Be Mistaken for a Succubus, and Try to Woo a Superhero.

Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun by fallendarlings @pressrestartwrites - Explicit, 102.8k

Single Dad Bucky, Kid Fic, Slow Burn, Domestic, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Steve has Autism

Bucky Barnes never intended to become a single father at 25. But life has always enjoyed kicking him while he's down and it's showing no signs of stopping. A chance meeting with a brick wall of a guy named Steve in the formula aisle of the grocery store leads to a friendship it seems like both of them need. If only Bucky could remember that's all they are- friends. If only Steve didn't slot into their lives so perfectly and look so good spoiling Bucky's daughter (and Bucky, despite his protests).

Oh, if only Steve didn't turn out to be Captain America.

Steve Rogers is wandering around a world that he doesn't fit into, fighting for a government that he doesn't trust, just because he doesn't know what to do with himself if he ever relaxes long enough to actually think about anything other than the next mission.

And then came Bucky Barnes and his newborn baby.

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[amythedvdhoarder]

Stockholm Syndrome - One

Pairings: Dark Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: You would make the perfect wife for Bucky and Steve. A perfect mother to their children. They have dreamt of this, of you, for so long now. You just have no idea that they exist or how badly they want you for themselves.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Stalking, NonCon, Swearing, Smut,  NSFW. 18+ only

A/N: Venturing out from just writing fluffy smutty Bucky and into some dark Stucky instead. First attempt at a dark fic so fingers crossed it’s ok. This is an intro chapter to set the scene. Feedback always welcome, interested to hear what people think to this x

Also I made a pretty thing to go with the story!

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Part 2

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The music thumped through the club; the noise filling your ears and the vibrations guiding your movements. The alcohol had given you a pleasant buzz that vanquished the nerves you’d had prior to the evening. Going on date with someone from work was always risky. The saying ‘don’t shit where you eat’ had sprung to mind when Joel had asked you out. But you had agreed anyway, he was hot, young and could be the welcome distraction you needed right now. 6 months on from your last relationship you were ready to let your hair down. It didn’t have to turn into anything, if it only ended up being a quick fuck then that was absolutely fine with you. The date had started at a nice bar and a few drinks later you ended up here. Dancing with your bodies pressed against each other, sweat glistening on your foreheads, his hands on your waist, one of your hands reaching back holding onto his neck. All it did was build your anticipation for what you had decided could happen tonight. Yes, it was a first date but it was probably your last date too. So, when Joel suggested getting out of there, you willingly agreed.

After getting your coat from the cloakroom you headed outside into the cool New York air. You leaned against the wall casually as you waited for Joel, who had headed to the toilets. Pulling out your phone you glanced at the time, which at just after midnight, was still fairly early. You sent a quick reply to your best friend Serena who had messaged to ask how the date before taking a look up and down the street. The road was quiet, a couple of taxi’s loitering around hoping to pick up a drunk or two. You smirked as you spied a couple just down the street from you who looked in desperate need of a room. It made you think of Joel who really should have been there by now. He had been over 10 minutes now which seemed odd. Normally the men’s room was quieter, in fact  in the past you had used the men’s room a couple of times because the que was always shorter. But you let it slide, you waited for another 10 before calling him, the call going straight to voicemail. Brilliant you thought, the prick must have gone out the back or met someone else to use to get his dick wet tonight.  Sod him. You debated going back into the club to find someone else to hook up with but as the cold air started to sober you up, you thought better of it. Tugging the collar of your trench coat up, you turned you back to the club and began the 5-block journey back to your apartment.

By the time you had walked two blocks in your heels you regretted not getting a taxi. However, it wasn’t just the pinch at your ankles that was making you uncomfortable. You had the distinct feeling that you were being followed. It wasn’t for the first time either. For the last few weeks every time you went somewhere you felt as if someone was watching you, not that you had ever spotted anyone to confirm the suspicion, but it was a feeling that you could not shake. More than likely you were just being stupid but you still stopped briefly to have a quick look around.  Nobody seemed to be paying you the blindest bit of notice, in fact there were only a couple of people in sight in the halogen lit street. Despite this you still walked home in record pace, ignoring the stinging in your feet.

You were out of breath by the time you closed the door to your apartment, kicking off your shoes and shrugging off your coat. Heading over to the window, you opened the mesh curtains a fraction so you could peer into the dark street below. There was only one person walking along the pavement, unsurprising for that time of night. But what was surprising was, that as they walked underneath one of the street lamps, you could see that their face was obscured by a cap. Even from this distance and dim light you could tell it was a man, well over six foot, broad and muscly. You shook your head at your deductions and let the curtain fall, shimmying your dress down and letting it fall to the floor as you walked towards the bathroom.

After removing your make-up and brushing your teeth you pulled on a t-shirt left behind by an ex-boyfriend and climbed into bed. Despite how tired you were your mind was still on the events of the evening. Joel abandoning you mid-date. That familiar feeling of being constantly watched as you walked home and then the mysterious man, walking around at such an odd hour. You tried to imagine what his face could look like beneath the cap; sharp cheek bones, a strong jaw masked by a light beard and piercing eyes. How your mind and conjured up that image you weren’t sure, but it wasn’t the man behind the cap though that interested you. It was the question of why would anyone be wearing a cap at night? It definitely wasn’t to keep the sun out of their eyes. Maybe they were self-conscious; had a scar or an injury to cover up. You tried to exhaust all the innocent reasons but none of the seemed feasible. Leaving only one option. They didn’t want to be identified. Not that it was your problem, it was absolutely nothing to do with you what they had done or what they were planning on doing. Satisfied that you had a conclusion, you closed your eyes and waited for sleep to come, looking forward to putting the weird day behind you.

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Steve stopped at the end of the street, his eyes trained on the fifth window across on the third floor. He waited for the lights to go off before pulling out his phone. “It’s me. Yeah, we got a problem… She spotted me…No I had my hat on, I’m not that stupid. We can’t wait much longer though, she’s getting suspicious…Yeah see you later.” Steve put his phone back in his pocket, sighed and walked around the corner. He got into the back of the van and immediately turned his attention to the row of screens in front of him. The live black and white feed showing a woman in bed, tossing and turning as she got comfortable for the night. Steve pulled off his cap and smiled to himself, a bolt of excitement passed through him as their girl turned to face the camera. It wouldn’t be long now. Just a few more days and she would be theirs.  

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Thomas Hewitt x Reader (Part 11)

“You, did you see Jenn?” the guy was freaking out.

“S-she is upstairs…” you mumbled because the guy had a knife, and you were unarmed, and well, it was the right thing to do.

“Okay, help me out here! We can escape together!” he turned to the kitchen counter and grabbed another knife, then handed it over to you. He thought you were one of the victims, which was true to an extent.

Then you both heard loud drumming on the floor; it was Monty. He banged with his cane as loud as he could. Hoyt finally heard it and swiftly bolted out of the room, leaving the girl screaming on the bed.

“Jennifer!” the guy shouted as he ran to the stairs, only to see Hoyt standing above him.

“Thomas, what the hell is happening!” Hoyt hissed. “Boy, where are you, come out and help me!” he panted as he backed away to the room. The guy ran up the stairs, but Hoyt was faster, and after realizing the victim escaped, he went back to his room and got a police revolver. When the boy saw his girlfriend lying on the bed all bloody, he wanted to attack Hoyt with a knife, but then he saw the gun. Two loud bangs echoed through the house as a deadly silence replaced screams of the girl. The guy stepped back and fell down the stairs, stunned by witnessing his girlfriend’s death.

“Damn, you are one lucky bastard, she was very tight,” Hoyt smirked as he appeared again, slowly creeping down the stairs, aiming the revolver at the guy. However, the boy crawled away from the stairs, the bullet missing his torso by an inch.

“Damn it, you are annoying!” Hoyt scoffed, “Hey, you! Let’s go, we have to get out of here! Noah is waiting outside.” The guy turned to you. You were in utter shock and couldn’t move a single muscle.

He grabbed your hand and ran towards the door, dragging you along. This man was pulling you the right way. It was the logical thing to do. Hoyt ran after you, but he missed two shots, and the guy shut the door behind you as you escaped out of the house. Freedom. You could go home, be with your family, enjoy life however you like. This is it; this guy lead you in the correct direction. That’s just what you needed, a little push to make this choice. You could see another person limping away from the house in front of you… probably Noah, as he called him, the second guy. He was holding Thomas’s cleaver. You’ve already run a fair distance away from the Hewitt’s mansion, and this other guy fell a bit behind as his calf was giving up on him. But the thing haunting you was Thomas’s cleaver in that guy’s hand… that meant… Thomas… Tears filled your eyes, and your pace was slowing down. The logical perspective you thought you were able to grasp just now was being clouded by sorrow, and you became unsure of your actions. Thomas. He didn’t come out of the basement when Luda called… when Hoyt called. Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar noise. This sound would terrify most people, but to you, it was like a pleasant melody right now. The revving of the chainsaw as Thomas rushed outside the front door. Your heart skipped. It wasn’t fear you felt… you were relieved. You turned your head only to see Thomas running after you. But you noticed something wasn’t right. He was wounded, bloody, and it was his blood. He was slow, not able to catch up. But behind him was a figure of Hoyt holding a gun, and this time he didn’t miss. The guy with a cleaver running behind you fell.

“You bastard!” the guy dragging you let go of you and went after Noah to help him, then they whispered something to each other. You were completely frozen. Noah, who was just shot, lied down into the grass and stopped moving. His friend stepped back; towards you. Thomas was finally able to catch up to you. He walked over Noah’s body and raised his chainsaw to strike at the guy standing in front of you. You smiled. Thomas was here to… save you from the people trying to rescue you. SO very ironic. Your feelings didn’t make any sense, but you didn’t care… Thomas was alive, and he would take you back… But your smile turned into a grimace of hopelessness as you witnessed the cleaver burying in Thomas’s shoulder. Thomas grunted in pain as he let the chainsaw fall on the ground and instinctively grabbed his wounded shoulder.

“Good shit Mason.” Noah grinned as he kicked Thomas in the back with his healthy leg. “Damn, I thought you were seriously dead this time.” Mason, the guy who dragged you here, came closer to Thomas.

“Nah, that geezer hit the same leg again. It fucking hurts, though.” Noah panted as he was trying to keep his balance.

“How is this ugly bastard alive, though? We got him good down in the basement.” Mason spat in Thomas’s face.

“You will pay for this retard! And I will enjoy every second of it! You tried to cut off my legs. Now we will see how you do without your head.” Mason smirked and put a knife to Thomas’s neck. You counted in your head… six bullets. Which meant Hoyt was out of ammo. Your body was trembling. Thomas was hurt, and so were you, it pained you to see him in such a state. As the guy prepared to slice Thomas’s neck, he screamed: “Burn in h-“ But he couldn’t finish the insult as a sharp knife pierced his neck and splattered you with warm blood. Thomas’s eyes widened when he saw the blade penetrating Mason’s flesh. Blood was gushing out of his mouth, and he dropped down to the ground, revealing your scared form with a bloody hand. You didn’t want him to insult Thomas like this… It made your blood boil. You couldn’t control your anger. In your eyes, Thomas didn’t deserve to die.

“Behind you!” you screamed as Noah attempted to strike again. Thomas turned around and before the boy had a chance to cut him again, Thomas grabbed his arm so aggressively that the guy let the cleaver fall as Thomas’s grip crushed his bone.

“You bitch, what are you doing!” Noah tried to crawl away as he cussed you out. “Are you crazy? We were trying to help you!” Thomas gathered his last strength to pick up the chainsaw and you watched in horror as Noah’s head no longer had a place on his body. Guilt and shame enveloped you. Then Thomas turned to you. Maybe he would kill you too? Because you ran away, even if it wasn’t your call. But Thomas’s eyes said it all… he let the chainsaw down and then fell on his knees while letting out shrieks of pain.

“Tommy…” you kneeled down, sobbing. “It will be okay, everything will be fine, I promise.” You whimpered and caressed his cheek. You put Thomas’s arm around your neck and with all your strength tried to help him stand up again. Without Thomas’s input, you wouldn’t be able to budge, but he wasn’t a weakling, so he managed to rise.

“Help! Please, help us!” you yelled at the top of your lungs. Hoyt rushed over to you and helped you get Thomas back into the house.

*

Luda was already untied as Monty managed to help her out in the meantime.

“My boy!” she cried out when she saw the condition her son was in.

You were stunned, in a complete state of shock, fresh blood still dripping from your hand. That guy wanted to help you by giving you a knife for self-defense. But you ended up stabbing him…  The scene kept replaying in your head. It nauseated you so much you had to try extremely hard to prevent yourself from throwing up. Now you’ve done it. You became a murderer. An innocent person who tried to save you was dead because you decided to protect your captor and you couldn’t bring yourself to justify your actions in any way.

Luda hurried over to her son to help treat his wounds, but Thomas grunted and shook his head, only to raise his hand and point at you. He understood the state you were in far too well; he knew what must’ve been going through your head. You needed the support more than him; he was already a monster. You, on the other hand, didn’t deserve any of this.

Thomas didn’t even realize how much this simple gesture meant for you… He was in pain, bleeding out, but he still so genuinely cared for your well-being… The blame you felt because of what you’ve done dissolved for the time being as it hit you:

You didn’t defend a murderer.

You didn’t protect your captor.

You saved your lover.

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A/n: Oof, that was close. Thomas is insanely grateful, but you might not be able to deal with this... But my question is what would you like to see in this story that would make you happy? Should I do something like Haloween themes part, or a trip to some neighboring town?

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[soniaxdixon]

New Series, pt. 1 - Until Now

A NEW SERIES Y’ALL. Okay, I’m so excited for this one. It’s a friends to lovers <3 I need help thinking of a title so let me know!!

Warnings: Swearing

y/n and Daryl grew up together before y/n left for college, not long after, the world ended and Daryl had already left their town. y/n finds Daryl at the bottom of the ravine on his search for Sophia. After bringing him back to his people, they welcome y/n with open arms allowing the romance between y/n and Daryl to flourish.

Word Count: 2120

 You paced the woods trying to pick up on the trail of the deer you had been tracking, suddenly drawn from your thoughts by the sound of a horse and someone in pain. Without thinking, you ran towards the sound, stopping quickly as your body was almost thrown over the edge of a ravine.

“Shit” You mumbled as you tried to focus on the body that laid still down the bottom. You could see blood spilling around him and knew you had to be fast if you were going to help. You found your way down without too many injuries, a few cuts and bruises and a sprained ankle but nothing compared to this guy.

You walked closer, cautious as to if he was still alive or about to turn. Finally you were able to focus on his face. You threw yourself to the floor next to him.

“Holy shit, no fucking way. Daryl?” He didn’t respond as his body laid still. Your head flew to his chest to listen for a heart beat. You could hear one as well as feel the rise and fall of his chest. “Daryl wake up. It’s me. I need you to wake up. It’s y/n” You placed your head on his chest as he began to stir beneath you. Your head shot up as you looked down at his slowly opening eyes, they were as blue as you remembered.

“God first I’m seein’ Merle and now it’s you. How hard did I hit my damn head. Fuck.” He rubbed the back of his head and you chuckled, throwing your arms around him. His entire body went rigid at the contact. You were real.

————

Daryl lifted the last of your stuff into the back of your car. “Ya promise to call me every damn day that ya gone.”

“Yes sir. I promise. I’ll miss you D but I’ll be back by Christmas.”

“Yeah I know.”

You stood up on your toes and placed a small kiss on his cheek, turning on your heels quickly so Daryl couldn’t see the shade of red your cheeks now were but the colour of his cheeks matched yours.

“Back by Christmas.” You muttered, loud enough so he could hear.

“Ya better be.”

You and Daryl had grown up together. You did everything together, knew everything about each other, well almost everything. You never told him that you loved him. He never admitted his love for you. The fear of ruining the friendship the two of you had overpowered any ideas of a confession of love. The day you left for college was one of the hardest days of Daryl’s life, watching you drive away and towards a future quite possibly without him in it broke him that day.

You hadn’t even made it home before the world went to shit, you never got to reunite with Daryl.

Until now.

Here you were, crouched down at the bottom of a ravine, the reunion you hadn’t exactly dreamt of but wanted for so long. Daryl’s body was bruised and broken with a bolt through his left side. “Daryl, come on. I need you to sit up so we can figure out whatever is happening here.”

Daryl forced himself to sit up, his breathing was ragged as he clenched his teeth. His hands held where the bolt had pierced his side. You gently placed your hands over his to move them, he flinched at the contact and then hissed in pain at his sudden movement.

“I need you to let me see, we need to pull it out so we can bind it properly.”

Daryl moved his hands away carefully as his eyes focused on you. You were certainly a welcomed distraction. How did you even find him? You were even more beautiful than he remembered, the way the light reflected off the water and bounced off your eyes, giving off a certain light themselves, the ones that could ignite the fire in his chest so instantly. He wondered if-

His thoughts were interrupted by you ripping the bolt through his side and proceeding to shove a piece of ripped cloth over the wound to limit the amount of blood loss.

“MOTHER FUCKING SHIT BASTARD!” He yelled before his brain could even process what was happening.

“There, that was easy right? Please tell me you have a camp around here, I hope you do because you need stitches and fast.” You slipped your belt off and wrapped it around his waist securing the cloth and again, limiting the blood flow even more.

“Yeah, I’m stayin on a farm.”

You and Daryl managed to make it up the sides of the ravine and made your way towards the farm. Daryl Was stumbling along, barely able to walk but pushing himself nonetheless. You stumbled as quickly as you could with your ankle now swelling to twice its usual size.  The farm was now in sight as you walked slowly behind Daryl, hobbling along at your own pace. Four men ran towards you and Daryl as you froze. Daryl was still slightly ahead of you when a man pointed a gun at his head.

“Third time ya pointed that thing at me. Ya gonna pull the trigger?” Daryl yelled.

At the sudden realisation that Daryl was not a walker, the attention was on you, the gun now aimed at your head.

“She’s with me.”

BANG

You closed your eyes, did they just shoot you? No, there was no pain. Your eyes opened to see Daryl now on the floor. The man who held the gun began yelling “NO!”

shit, shit, shit. You dove on the floor, checking where he was shot, the bullet grazed his head. Two of the men lifted Daryl up and began hurriedly walking towards the farm. Adrenaline pumped through you as your focus was now on a woman who ran towards the six of you.

“Oh my God, is he dead?” She asked.

“You the one that shot him?” Your focus quickly on her.

“I thought he was a walker.”

You walked up to the girl, your hand balled in a fist as your swung hard into her left cheek, sending her to the floor. “Fucking dumbass.” You limped away, towards the farmhouse as she remained on the floor, clutching her face.

An old man ran out of the house.  “Take him up to the spare room, I’ll get my kit.”

Daryl’s surgery was quick, a few stitches and some pain killers. Then the attention was on you again as you sat on the bed next to Daryl. Close but not close enough to be touching.

“Thank you for saving him, my name is Rick Grimes.” Rick extended his hand to shake yours.

“Y/n y/l/n and it’s no problem. When I saw it was Daryl, there was no way I was leaving him there.”

“You know Daryl?”

“We grew up together” Daryl interrupted.

You smiled at him. “I left for college just before everything went to shit, by the time I made it home, Daryl was gone.”

Daryl looked solely at you know. “If I knew ya’d be comin’ back to town, I would have waited for ya.”

“Daryl, I saw the state of our town, you were right to leave as soon as you could.” Your hand brushed his slightly before he pulled his hand away and up to his mouth, succumbing to his habit of chewing on the skin around his thumb.

Rick stood up from his chair, “I’m gonna go and get you guys some food, I’ll send Hershel back to look at your ankle, y/n”

“Thanks, Rick.”

Rick left the room leaving you and Daryl in there alone. You looked at the archer who was already looking up at you sending shivers down your spine. You reached gently towards his head, pushing his hair away from his bandage that wrapped around where the girl had shot him.

“Heard ya hit Andrea pretty hard.” Daryl chuckled.

“Yeah, I don’t know what came over me, I just, seeing you hurt and knowing she was the one that did it…”

“I know what ya mean, It’s like, remember when Johnny broke up with ya, back in high school?”

“Oh my God, yes, I was heart broken.”

“Ya remember how he came to school a couple of days later, with a broken nose and he said it was a-”

“A snowboarding accident. Yeah I remember.”

“Well it wasn’t, I went to his house that night, hit him square in the face, broke his nose and busted his lip in one hit.”

“Oh my God, Daryl.” You both laughed “He was such an asshole to me, I don’t know why I liked him so much.”

“Me neither, ya deserved so much better.” Your eyes locked with his as your hand moved from his hair down to his cheek. The tips of his ears burned red as you leaned down ever so slightly. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips.

Rick walked in with two plates of food, startling both you and Daryl, sending you off the bed and onto your bad ankle. You yelped in pain before sitting back down on the bed, both yours and Daryl’s cheeks flushing red.

“I uh, what was happening?” A slight smirk on Rick’s face

“Nothing!” You and Daryl responded in unison.

“Uhh, alright then, here’s your food, Hershel will be here in a sec to check your ankle.” Rick looked between the two of you, the smirk on his face grew.

You and Daryl ate your dinner in silence, pausing half way through your meal when Hershel, the old man, walked in. He examined your ankle and you winced.

“It’s not broken, just sprained, should heal itself soon but you should keep it elevated for the next couple of days. Unfortunately this is our only spare bed as Carl is in our other one.”

Daryl looked between you and Hershel “S’ okay, I’ll head back to my tent tonight.”

“Daryl, no. I can sleep on the chair, I’ll use the bed as a foot rest. It’ll be the best sleep I’ve had in a while, trust me.”

“I’ll let the two of you figure it out. Just keep it elevated.” Hershel left the room, leaving you and Daryl alone again.

“Take the bed, I’ll take the chair.” Daryl said as he tried to push himself out of the bed but struggled.

“You can hardly move, you take the bed, I’ll take the chair.”

“Nah, not happenin”

“I mean, we could both take the bed. If you’re okay with that.”

Daryl froze at your words. “It’s either that or I take the chair, Daryl.”

“Nah, I’ll move over, hold up.” Daryl shifted his body as close to the edge of the bed as he could. You moved yourself from your sitting position to under the covers, lying next to Daryl, far enough apart that you weren’t touching. Daryl reached over and flicked the lamp off as you got comfortable and closed your eyes. Your attempt to stifle a yawn didn’t work as you let the comfort of the bed surround you.

“Thanks for saving me.” Daryl mumbled.

“You would have done the same for me.”

It was true, he would go to the ends of the earth for you, do anything you asked him to. After all this time, his feelings for you never changed. Neither yours for him. You both fell asleep with ease, by the middle of the night you were tangled in each others arms.

You woke up as the first light settled in the room, you were definitely not in the position you had fallen asleep in, no, now your body was pressed up against his body, his arm was draped around you. Your stomach flipped with emotions. If it were up to you, you would stay in this position for eternity but what if he didn’t feel the same way. Surely he didn’t, the way he flinched every time you touched. But what about the moment the two of you shared last night. You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt him stir behind you slightly. You carefully removed his arm and pushed yourself back to the edge of the bed before he woke up.

He was already awake. He woke before you but remained still with his arm wrapped around you like he had always dreamt of. But when he felt you push away from him, he closed his eyes quickly and pretended to be asleep. You obviously didn’t want him touching you. Maybe you didn’t feel the same way about him. But what about the moment you shared last night?

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[buckybarnesthehotshot]

i hate you but ii: i need to talk to sam (bucky barnes x reader)

i hate you but masterlist

summary: bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)

word count: 2181

warnings: swearing, arguing, death, and this is not proofread

taglist is CLOSED

A/N: so uh this chapter kind of focuses more on y/n’s relationship with her sister and the kids. there’ll be more Bucky in the next chapter, dw

       “I’m on my way,” y/n sighed before dropping the call.

       y/n had never rushed out of the compound as quickly as she did that day. Hell, even on missions—much to everyone’s distaste—she took her precious time to make sure she had everything she needed with her. She slipped on a sweatshirt and a pair of sandals before bolting out her bedroom.

      The next thing she knew, she was in the elevator, asking FRIDAY to bring her to the basement level of the compound, anxiously gripping her phone on her side.

       With a ding, the elevator doors slid open and y/n, once again, ran as fast as her legs could take her, and got into her car (which thankfully, was voice activated) and drove away from the compound and towards the precinct.

       y/n, her thoughts spiraling, gripped tightly onto the steering wheel as tears obstructed her vision. She was having difficulty coming to terms with her sister’s death. Yes, she hasn’t seen her sister—or any of her kids for that matter—but it was difficult to deal with. How the hell was she supposed to deal with the fact that her baby sister, the one she didn’t visit for the purpose of keeping her safe, was gone.

       Was it all because of HYDRA? Was it because of some illness y/n was never made aware of? Her thoughts were starting to get the better of her until she was snapped out of her trance by FRIDAY’s voice telling her to “turn right.”

       The compound was a fifteen-minute ride away from the precinct. She arrived at the slightly run-down police precinct. Parking the car and slamming the door behind her, she speed walked into the precinct only to be stopped by a man sitting at the front desk.

       “Name and purpose?” he questioned her, staring up at her expectantly, his dark brown eyes boring into her e/c ones.

       “I’m looking for Elise Jones and Mike Jonas? I’m Cassy Langdon’s sister, Y/N L/N” she spoke to the man stationed at the front desk. He looked up, handed her the logbook and a pen, and spoke.

       “I’m going to need your I.D, ma’am,” the man questioned, holding his hand out. y/n huffed, with the rush she was in, she forgot to bring along anything other than her phone. “I don’t think I have my I.D on me right now, officer,” y/n shook her head.

       “Well, that’s too bad. I’m afraid I can’t let you in without your I.D, ma’am,” the officer shook his head.

       “Officer, I just received a phone call telling me that my sister’s dead and I have custody of her children. I don’t think you want to test me,” y/n chuckled, her voice raspy and tired.

       “That’s sad and all, but I still need your I.D,” the officer narrowed his eyes at y/n. She took a deep breath before speaking words she’d heard Tony Stark say a handful of times while trying to enter bars.

       “You need an I.D? y/n l/n, look me up because this face is my I.D,” y/n smirked, signing her name onto the log book. Once again, the officer narrowed his eyes at her before directing his attention to his computer screen and typing something into it before his eyes widened.

       “You’re an Avenger?” the officer’s eyes widened, scrambling up to his feet to salute.

       “I wasn’t in the military like the other Avengers,” y/n stuttered, shaking her head repeatedly, “a simple ‘oh hey, you weren’t lying about your identification, you can totally enter the precinct’ would do.”

       “Of course, ma’am,” the officer nodded, returning to his seat.

       y/n made her way further into the precinct and she saw what she assumed to be the waiting area since there were quite a few people seated in the room.

       “Miss L/N, over here,” a familiar voice came from one of the corners of the room. She looked over to the source of the voice and saw a woman, based off how she looked, she must have been in her late forties or early fifties, clad in a blue pantsuit with a matching blazer. y/n made her way to the woman, ignoring all the stares she was getting from everyone, and taking a seat parallel to her.

       “I’m going to make this quick, why am I the one taking custody of my sister’s three kids? What happened to their dad? You know, what’s his face?” y/n’s brows furrowed, unable to recall her brother-in-law’s name. After all, she never liked him for her little sister.

       “Mr. Langdon is currently in a holding cell,” Elise explained, smoothing out her pants as she readjusted her position on the seat.

       “That son of a bitch killed my sister, didn’t he?” y/n chuckled sadly upon hearing Elise’s words.

       “Well, your sister died in a drunk driving accident. Mr. Langdon was driving and the investigators are currently taking Ethan and Olivia’s statements on what happened and from the looks of it, Mr. Langdon could be charged with homicide,” a man interrupted her, also making his presence known.

        “You’re taking the kid’s statements? Wait, they weren’t in the car when it crashed, were they?” y/n panicked, her eyes widening in concern.

       “Ethan and Olivia weren’t included in the half of the population that went out with the blip. I don’t think they’re as young as you remember them,” the man explained before a look of realization found its way to his face, “I almost forgot, I’m Mike Jonas, your sister’s lawyer.”

       “y/n l/n, but you already knew that,” y/n shook his hand before continuing, “what about the other one; Jackson, my sister’s youngest?”

       “There’s a room in the precinct for the younger kids. Cassy’s kids who were affected by the blip are there. Jackson’s in there with his younger sister, Allie,” Elise smiled reassuringly.

       “So, there’s four of them, now? Damn it, I can’t believe my sister had another kid with that prick,” y/n rolled her bloodshot eyes in disappointment. Her mind flashed back to when they were teenagers and would talk about their futures.

       “I want a big house, a good husband, and a big family so the house would never feel lonely. I want you there too, y/n. Oh my god, the kids are going to love you!” Cassy smiled up at y/n, her e/c eyes beaming with excitement.

       “Cass, don’t you think your husband would hate it if I lived with you guys? Plus, I don’t think I’d be good with children anyways,” y/n chuckled, shaking her head.

        “Can you at least promise you’ll visit us often?” Cassy’s e/c eyes pierces into y/n’s e/c ones.

      “I promise,” y/n smiled, locking pinkies with Cassy.

       Her eyes glossed over with tears as her mind wandered to that memory. She knew damn well broke that promise. There was a point in time when y/n kept that promise and she visited Cassy’s house every week, always bringing along gifts for her niece and nephews.

       “You spoil them,” Cassy chuckled as Ethan, Olivia, and Jackson tore off the wrapping paper from the boxes she handed them.

       “It’s not my fault I’m the cool aunt,” y/n winked in response, pulling an eyeroll from Cassy.

       Those visits only ever stopped when y/n’s position as an Avenger began to pose as a threat to the family’s safety. What if HYDRA caught her during one of her visits to the house? What if she couldn’t protect them when HYDRA decided to use them against her?

       She couldn’t have that on her conscience, so she abruptly cut off all communications with her sister and her family. She didn’t want to put their lives in danger.

      To her, it’d been two years since her last visit. To Ethan and Olivia? It must’ve been seven years. Damn Thanos and his mission to “help” the universe. y/n began to feel uncomfortable in her seat. Would the kids recognize her? Would they accept the fact that they had to live with her now?

       “Your sister, she once discussed you getting custody of her children if she and Mr. Langdon were to pass. She wrote about this in her will,” Mike explained, handing y/n a manila envelope.

       She opened the envelope and she pulled out one crisp piece of printed paper—y/n assumed this was the will itself—and six envelopes. She was surprised to find one with her name written in her sister’s handwriting too; even after she’d abandoned her, Cassy still left y/n something.

       “What’s this?” y/n questioned, holding up the envelope.

       “Cassy wrote you a letter. She made sure to put emphasis on the fact that you don’t have to open it immediately. She said you would’ve taken a while before you decided to open it,” Mike explained, earning a nod from y/n as she tucked the envelope back into the bigger one as she read through the will.

       There, in the section concerning the wellbeing of Cassy’s children, y/n saw her name and the conditions of which y/n would take custody of her children.

       “If, however, my husband, Eric Langdon, is somehow unfit (an example of it being under the influence of alcohol for 2-4 days a week) or unavailable (an example of this having him jailed or god forbid dead), I entrust the custody of my four children, Ethan Langdon, Olivia Langdon, Jackson Langdon, and Allison Langdon, with my older sister, y/n l/n.”

       “Well, when can I meet the kids?” y/n smiled sadly, tucking the piece of paper back in the envelope.

       “They should be done questioning Olivia and Ethan in a few minutes. For now, I need to talk to you about how living conditions are going to be with the kids,” Elise requested, earning a nod from y/n.

       “I’d like to think I have more than enough to support them without needing to dig into the funds my sister left for them. The only issue I have is that my apartment’s a two-bedroom apartment and I think the kids are going to want more space than that, so I swear I’ll try finding a better place. One with more than enough room for the kids,” y/n explained, earning a nod from Elise. y/n remembered how big Cassy’s dreams were. Sure, she liked being with family, but she also wanted her kids to have space to move around, to play. y/n owed it to Cassy to give the kids the life she wanted for them.

       “It sounds like you have the living conditions under control. I like how you didn’t mention letting them move into the Avengers Compound, though I am aware it’s where you’re currently living?” Elise raised a brow expectantly.

      “My apartment, it’s for when I need to get away from all the hero stuff. I don’t think it’d be great for the kids to be exposed to everything going on in the tower,” y/n chuckled, the events of earlier flashing through her brain.

       “I see. But I want to discuss your involvement in their lives. Their mom just passed and their dad’s getting incarcerated. I know being an Avenger can be demanding, but I’m telling you now that you might need some time off for them to get used to having you as their guardian,” Elise explained, earning another nod from y/n.

       “I’ll let my teammates know I’m taking a break now, if you’ll excuse me,” y/n nodded out, getting up from her seat and finding a more secluded area in the precinct to ring up her colleagues.

       “Hello?” a gruff voice responded and y/n groaned internally. Of all people who could pick up the phone in the tower, why did Bucky Barnes have to pick up?

       “Barnes, I need to talk to Sam,” y/n was quick to cut the chase.

       “Why? Did you burn down another kitchen?” Bucky quipped, pulling an eye roll from y/n.

       “No, but this is really important so can I please talk to Sam?” y/n strained, her jaw clenching.

       “Whatever you’re going to tell Sam, you can tell me. I’ll let him know,” Bucky spoke in a suspiciously innocent tone.

       “I don’t trust you with relaying information, so not a chance,” y/n, for the second time in two minutes, rolled her eyes at Bucky’s antics.

       “Alright, fine. Sam! y/n burned down another kitchen!” Bucky called out.

       “I didn’t burn down ano—” y/n started only to get cut off by Sam’s voice.

      “Chill out, I know you didn’t burn down the kitchen, but why are you calling? Can’t you just leave your room and talk to us like a normal person?” Sam chuckled.

       “Because I’m not in the tower. I’m at the 87th precinct which is about 15 minutes away from the tower and I might need like 2-4 weeks off,” y/n explained, hearing a gasp from the other side of the line.

       “You got arrested?”

       “No, but I have this family emergency and it might take a while to deal with. I’ll explain it when I get back, but for now, I’m letting you know I’m taking a break,” y/n explained before ending the call and tucking her phone away in her pocket.

a/n: this has nothing to do with this but ughhhh theres this steve oneshot im having a hard time writing

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[alreadyblondenow]

3:19 am After prom with Mark Lee - sixth condom (M)

condoms: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

Full fic here - Prom & six packets of condoms

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“Get me pregnant? That…” you shook your head in front of him and gave him a peck on the lips, “Will be a disaster. And what are you talking about? I love you already”

It’s obvious that Mark didn’t like your answer he went silent and drew small circles around your chest, watching his fingers dance along your skin. You don’t know how to flip the situation and make it brighter but you have to do something.

“Do you think if were actually together, were going to have too much sex?” the question made him let out a small laugh and flopped beside you, pulling your free hand and play with it.

“I think, were just like, I don’t know, so active tonight because we can’t do it again” he pouts and looked at you seriously, like he wanted to say something but he’s stopping himself. “Nothings going to change right? I’m more scared than losing you than getting you pregnant, it’s crazy”

“What’s with you and getting me pregnant?” you laughed and pulled the sheets to cover your naked and sweaty body to sit on the bed facing Mark. “We can’t let this get between us, were stronger than that. Imagine not talking because were so awkward with each other…”

“It sucks…”

“See. It’s all in the mind. Were going to be fine don’t think too much, hmm?” it’s bothering you how he’s being so affected so you made your way on top of him again and put him in the mood, letting go of the sheets and exposing your body again. “Nothings going to change. I won’t let it. You won’t too right?”

“I won’t. Not in a million years” And just like that he kissed you deeply again, throwing away all his worries and enjoy this once in a lifetime experience with the girl he loves. You return his passionate kisses while you grind on top of him, hands exploring over his body. Touching his chest, squeezing his muscle arms, and palming his cock again.

“When are you ever going to get tired?” he holds you firmly just above your rib, taking full control of your whole figure. Kissing the valley between your boobs while he brings your body down then kissing you back up again. Kneading your right boob while looking deeply on your eyes, brushing your nipples with his point finger oh so softly and gently.

Spending a whole night being intimate with Mark made him knew how your body works. Now he knows how to send tingles to your spine that goes straight to your pussy, he knows how to make you moan without touching you too much, he knows how you want things without talking to him anymore.

Still brushing your nipples softly, you moan his name quietly with a breathy tone. Shivering with his light touches on top of him. “How will I ever not ask for this, when all this is over”

it’s true, from now on touching yourself will be different and you will always think of Mark.

“Were down to the last condom, how do we savour this moment? Any ideas?” he stopped touching you and let out a sharp sigh finally relaxing your body again.

“None, I just want to enjoy that condom with you without pressure or anything you know?”

He starts kissing your neck again and whispered, “I got you princess” kissing you down to the mattress again and getting on top of you for the last time tonight. “Give me your hand?” he asks for your hand and you wonder why. Then he kissed your knuckles and smiled so sweet to you, that kind of smile he flashes to you every morning before you two go to school.

“Just want to let you know that it’s still me” he leaned forward to you, cupping your face and left kisses before he gets the last condom and roll it to his cock. Going back in between your legs, he didn’t forget to hold your hand before he pushes in. “Hold me okay? So you know you’re safe”

While he pushes inside you, your eyes automatically closed and you move your head against the pillows, breathing deeply as Mark makes you full with his cock. Holding his face with your free hand and kissing him as he starts thrusting again. Smoothly gliding in and out his cock is because you’re so wet his bed sheets are ruined already. You let go of his hand and swing your arms around him, making him smile and blush, “That good, huh?”

“This is how I feel safe, stop teasing” your legs wrapped around his waist before he gave you hard piercing thrust that moved your body to the mattress, your head was close to his headboard.

“Can you spread your legs wider?” he requests with ragged breath, kissing your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist, thrusting closer and harder to you. You gave his request and you wished you didn’t. The moment you spread your legs wider, his thrust went straight to your good spot and you moaned a little too loud you’re sure his parents heard it.

“Fuck we need to cum in five minutes” his left hand covered your mouth as he thrust a little bit faster catching his release before one of his parents bolts in his room. Good thing you’re way ahead of him and you reached your climax without rushing yourself but the challenge to not let out a loud moan was hard.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and shiver underneath Mark, pushing him closer your body to make him cum. “Fuck, this is the best round” he whispered before grunting quietly near your ear, breathing hard and catching his breath.

He was about to cover your bodies with his sheets but his dad came in and Mark quickly covered your face so his dad won’t know he’s having sex with you. No one can know what happened tonight. No one can know that you and your best friend fucked for the sake of experience.

“Dad-“

“Did you at least used condoms young man?” Mark’s dad turned around when he saw your body, and covered face but he waits for Mark’s answer.

“Yes we did. Can you please go out, thank you. Sorry for waking you up!”

When you heard the door close again, you wanted to laugh out loud. As loud as you can get because Mark was so embarrassed, you found him covering his face avoiding your eyes while he stands up and put the last condom away.

“We will definitely never do this again, fuck”

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[glitteryglitter]

3+5 (Foxface x fem! reader)

𝙰𝙽: This has two endings so you get to choose which one you want! The first one is all angst and pining, the other one is kind of fluffy. I know that I love a cheerful ending, but not everyone does. 

Also, the reader is from district 3. 

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜:  slight angst, violence, and death

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Foxface x fem! reader

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3,644

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No, no, no. this couldn't be happening. It just couldn't

You stared in horror as your friend and ally, Foxface from district 5 emerged in a horrific outfit on a chariot.

Surprisingly, your feeling of absolute desolation was not from Foxface's outfit or even your own.

Both of which resembled something the Tin Man would wear if he'd donned couture.

Instead, it was a realization.

You would have to kill her.

Allow me to explain why!

You had, like countless others from district 3 in years past had been selected to enter in The Hunger Games and a few days ago, you'd formally met a new friend.

You'd sworn you would have no allies but unfortunately, your friendly personality and cheerful attitude made that a virtually impossible feat.

An extreme problem that as we all know, only results in heartbreak after one's allies are killed.

This certain person, A sly girl from district 5 who was absolutely amazing in every way was someone who you couldn't stop thinking of.

Stealthy, kind, and absolutely, mind-bogglingly good at identifying plants. She was also so smart, with gorgeous amber eyes that always seemed to take your breath away.

Wait-what? Since when did you think about her eyes? You brushed it off.

After all, you had bigger problems and worries.

You smiled placidly and waved to the crowds, all the while stewing over your predicament.

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You looked over your shoulder at Foxface.

"Are you okay?"

You knew she had been nervous about this, you didn't blame her. You were too.

It was incredibly stressful and you had seen what the others could do.

Even you felt like you didn't stand a chance.

she nodded and smiled at you which for some unknown reason caused your heart to flutter.

Waves of worries crashed through your mind.

What would you do if you were the only two who remained? what would you do if she died?

What would you do in general? You knew you couldn't kill, Finch vowed not to, and you knew there were careers trained to do exactly that.

You were reminded of the gravity of the situation as even more tributes joined the parade.

Only one would live.

Your surroundings swirled in front of your eyes.

Your knees felt like jelly, you would have toppled over if it wasn't for your district partner who had grabbed you before you fell.

Y/n are you okay? The rather mousy-looking boy murmured as he firmly held on to your wrist.

"Yes, I'm fine." You smiled appreciatively. You'd be sad to see him go.

Your mind went blank once more as the parade continued.

Finch's mind was still racing though.

Through the next few days, your friendship grew and you became inseparable.

She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed.

Every time you smiled at her, she felt a warmth in her chest.

She told herself it was the joy of a true friendship.

She wasn't far off.

It was in fact, at lunch, the day before the actual games that she realized what was happening.

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Foxface had just sat down at a table, you flopped down beside her and promptly started crying into your bowl of salad.

As she pulled you into a hallway, the careers looked at one another, sharing the same thought; What was wrong?

Of course, they all knew exactly what was wrong, they were going to be put in a fight to the death the very next day, but no one really felt like saying it.

"Y/n what's wrong? You can tell me anything, I promise."

You sniffed a few times and shook your head. "It's okay, I'm fine. I know I'm probably one of the least prepared people here and I don't stand a chance. I guess I'm just a little bit nervous for tomorrow."

That may have been the biggest understatement of the century.

At the moment, you'd rather eat an entire bag of coffee grounds than go into the games, but unfortunately, it wasn't an option.

"No, y/n, trust me when I say you're prepared. Your odds are fair, you're no career, and you're not great with weapons, I'll be honest, but they're still decent. Your reputation amongst the capitol people is better than ever. That means more sponsors. You will. Be. Okay. I know it."

"But- what about you? I don't know what I'd do if you died, you’re one of the few people that I know I can trust, Finch. I can't have you die. You should be the one who wins. not me."

You replied between sniffles.

It was at that moment that Finch realized something.

As she looked into your puffy, bloodshot eyes she felt the warm feeling in her chest from earlier return.

She had a crush.

Not just a little one either.

A big painful crush that would most likely end in heartbreak, but she didn't care.

She decided then and there to do her best and ensure you won.

"We should wait and see, they might change the rules this year. You never know what they'll throw at us. Perhaps there could be two victors!"

It broke her heart to see the glimmer of hope in your eyes.

She knew it was probably a lie, but if that's what it took to make you content, that's what she would do.

You threw your arms around her "Thank you so much, this means a lot." She awkwardly patted you on the back, not quite used to being hugged, let alone by the very person she was hopelessly crushing on. "Now, let's get back to lunch, ally,"

You linked arms and strolled back into the lunchroom, heads held high, filled with renewed, albeit slightly false hope.

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It was the day of the games. You'd all been placed in your tubes.

Foxface looked over, only to see you positively shaking.

She didn't blame you, half the tributes were.

The countdown began.

You waved and offered her a tentative smile.

Ten seconds to go...

She smiled back.

nine...eight... seven...six...five...She rehearsed the plan in her head.

four...three...two...one...

Chaos ensued.

Foxface bolted. You, in the meantime, de-activated several landmines and pocketed them for future use.

Being from District 3 did have its advantages.

Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all!

You'd spoken too soon.

You were thrown out of your small revere by someone grabbing the collar of your shirt.

You whipped your head around as best you could and caught a glimpse of blond hair.

Cato. Oh no- you attempted to kick him in the shin but missed.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the best plan of action.

He pushed you against a trunk of a tree and held his sword to your throat.

A thin line of blood appeared.

He didn't look to be enjoying himself, but he also didn't look like he had any plans to stop your potential decapitation.

Foxface ran through the mess, tributes were being attacked, running, dying, and just overall not having a great first day.

She saw you and ran, only barely avoiding a landmine.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at Cato.

He turned to meet the piercing gaze of your savior.

If looks could kill...He would have fallen over before you could say "career"

Fortunately, this gave you enough time to wriggle out of his arms and kick him in the knees again.

This time, your foot actually made contact with his knee and he fell.

Foxface grabbed his sword and hit him over the head with the hilt. His eyes closed.

"Is he...you know... dead?" You asked, cautiously poking his head with a stick.

"No, probably just stunned. We can leave him, someone else will find him. Let's go, before he wakes up."

You pulled each other through the explosives.

Finally, after what felt like ages the two of you reached relative safety.

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It was gradually getting darker and you decided you'd be better off sleeping.

You placed some small landmines you'd deactivated earlier in front of the cave to discourage any unfortunate intruders and lay down.

Foxface lay down and passed you a bit of bread from her backpack.

While you ate, the two of you drafted out a plan for the next few days and what it would include.

It was decided that you'd take shifts and alternate between who guarded the cave and who got materials, at night, you'd place a landmine outside so if any unwanted visitors attempted to enter...well..you didn't want to think about that.

Finally, after some time, you felt your eyelids get quite heavy.

You lay down on the cave floor, it wasn't really as bad as you'd thought.

The moss was soft and with Foxface nearby, you felt safe.

She lay down beside you and soon, you had both drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up with a start.

It was still dark outside.

The sun hadn't quite risen yet and the stars were still visible in the sky.

Then you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

Foxface had thrown her arm around you in her sleep.

You felt your face heat up.

She didn't seem like the type to do this and you were sure if she woke up, she surely wouldn't speak to you ever again.

She would be positively fuming...

Voices, barely distinguishable from the birds in the trees were heard in the distance.

"Wazzamatter?" Finch mumbled, still half asleep, blinking sleepily, oblivious to the fact that her arm was still around your waist. 

Your heart melted.

"Nothing, I thought I heard something, but it was just a squirrel."

"We should probably get started, we'll need supplies and it would be better to stay inside during the day. "

You nodded. This would give you time to think about what had happened that morning. 

You carefully extracted yourself from her grasp and prepared for the day ahead 

As Foxface left, you noticed a small package drift from the sky in a parachute.

Your heart leaped. A sponsor! Foxface was right, they would be of use!

Oh, you could just kiss her right now you were so happy!

Wait- what? She's your best friend! What are you thinking Y/n! You don't kiss your best friend.

You opened it to see bandages, alcohol, and a note.

You stared at the note. "For the couple from 3 and 5, stay safe! -a friend in the capitol"

Your eyes went wide.

Did they think that you liked each other?

Was there a possibility that you liked her?

You sat down abruptly as you realized, Yes. Yes you did.

You shook your head. Now was not the time for crushing!

While you cleaned, you thought about the morning.

You were sure it was just a coincidence, it was probably just nothing. But still- what if she felt the same?

You remembered the note and tried to suppressed the small twinge of hope that it provided.

It was probably nothing.

They must just feel sorry for you.

Unrequited love was definitely a tragedy that the capitol would love.

You continued to mull this over until you heard a rustling in the leaves.

You cautiously poked your head out, only to see Foxface looking quite wounded sitting in the cave's entrance.

You immediately rushed to her side.

"I stole some food from the district four boy and he noticed. Stabbed me with his trident. I don't think it's infected yet, but I don't think I can walk normally."

You looked to the side where your package had landed and grabbed a bottle of alcohol.

As Foxface coached you through bandaging her leg, you only felt your feelings towards her grow. it really was remarkable.

You hoped you'd manage to get through the games.

Together.

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As the days progressed, you reached a sort of routine and it became almost second nature.

That was of course until the announcement of a feast was made.

You and Finch had made a plan. She'd get materials, you would make sure everything was clear and distract if necessary.

That's when you heard a rustling in the bushes.

The female tribute from District 12, Katniss was crouched in the shrubbery with an arrow pointed directly at you.

You bolted.

You weren't sure where you'd go but as long as Foxface was okay and you weren't shot, you were pretty sure it was the right place.

You felt an arrow graze your leg and you turned around only to have Katniss smack into you.

You tried your best to reason with her while she pinned you down.

She grabbed an arrow from her quiver that would surely end up in your heart.

At that moment, Foxface ran past, and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Go, I'll be okay!"

She opened her mouth to say something, but you cut her off.

"Please! I promise I'll come back, just get to safety!" you cried, sounding rather choked.

Come on, Y/n you can do this. Almost everyone else has.

"I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this," you whispered.

Katniss's eyes went wide as you shakily held a knife to her throat.

You weren't sure how you felt about this.

"Goodbye, Katniss. Sweet dreams." you cooed.

Before you could change your mind, you sliced the knife through her neck, got up, and ran into the woods, still getting used to the feeling of a weapon in your hands.

A cannon could be heard in the distance.

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You sat down heavily in shock. You had just done the unimaginable.

You'd killed a tribute.

Foxface plopped down beside you.

"Did you get her?" she asked, her voice sounding just as exhausted and hollow as the both of you felt.

"Yes, I did."

The reality of what you'd done hit you.

Of course, you'd experienced it, but it was a whole different thing to actually admit it.

To say that you'd killed someone and know that there would be no consequences except the moral ones.

The ones that stayed in your mind and haunted you for years to come.

If they did come that is.

"What happened to the others?"

"They killed each other off." She took a few berries out of the backpack that she'd managed to grab at the feast.

What are those?

She gave you a look. "Take a guess"

Your eyes widened.

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Ending 1 (Angst and death!)

"Foxface, no, please don't do this," you begged

She shook her head. "You heard the rules, y/n there can only be one victor now. It should be you. there's no use pretending like there is another way out for both of us."

She took a handful of berries from her backpack and cradled them in her hands, thinking over her decision.

"But you promised-"

Your words brought her back to the lunch at the training center.

It felt like years ago, but it had only been a few days.

That was when it hit her.

She'd never told you her feelings. The girl she liked- no- loved would never know.

As she thought, a terrible idea came into your mind.

You knew it wouldn't end well but alas, you had been well aware of it from the start.

Finally, you grabbed a handful of berries from Foxface's hand making sure to scatter the rest far away. If one of you had to be a victor, it was going to be her.

You would make sure of it.

“What are you doing Y/n?!” she gasped.

It was too late. You'd already swallowed the berries.

She cradled you in her arms, begging you to stay alive a few moments more.

"Foxface, I wish I told you this earlier, I know you don't feel the same, but at this point, I just need to let you know. You have been a true friend and I couldn't have wished for a better ally. I should have told you this sooner, I love you. With all my heart. I really do and not even death can change that." You rambled. The berries making your mind foggier by the minute.

"Y/n I- I do feel the same. You mean so much to me and if I had only known-"

With that, you kissed her cheek, careful to get none of the night lock near her mouth.

"Goodbye Finch, I love you"

"-If I had known, I would have told you that I loved you too. We would have gone on dates, had a future together, and I know it doesn't seem likely, but we would have made it work, if only-"

her voice trailed off as you went limp in her arms.

A cannon went off.

"if I'd only seen it sooner-" she trailed off quietly.

A loud voice proclaimed Finch of District 5 the winner of the 54th Hunger Games yet she didn’t seem to hear a thing

In fact, she didn't react in the slightest.

Foxface stared at your lifeless body. The color still draining from your cheeks.

Even though you were dead, the night lock berries still staining your lips a deep navy, you had to be the most gorgeous girl she'd ever laid eyes on.

"Goodbye, y/n I love you too," she said, her voice slightly choked with tears she refused to let fall.

She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't give the capitol the satisfaction of seeing her distress.

She would later go on to interviews, refusing to say more than a few grief and anger-filled sentences to let the capitol know exactly how she felt about everything.

They had killed her girlfriend and she would make sure they knew what they'd done.

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Ending 2 (less sad! Slight angst and swearing, but no death! )

"Foxface, why are you doing this? I should be the one to go, not you."

"No y/n I can't let you. "

"But Finch-"

"Why y/n? Tell me why you should die. You are brave, sweet, and kind. Hell, you even apologized to Katniss before slitting her throat. I should be the one to die. Not! You!"

She was yelling now, but you needed to argue your case.

You had to stifle a hollow laugh. This was the most comically dark and strange situation imaginable. Arguing with your crush about which one of you should die.

"But why? I know you said that I should stay alive, but you keep forgetting about yourself. You have a family to go home to as well. They love you, they care, and they miss you! Plus, you taught me the bravery that you claim I have!"

"You want to know why y/n? It's because I love you. A lot. If you died, I don't know what I would do. " Foxface clapped a hand over her mouth.

"You love me? Like, love me?" You blinked numbly. 

She sighed. "That sounded awful, I'm sorry for arguing. I know I shouldn't have said it, but you’ve always stayed by my side. You never failed to see my value. You even convinced me that having a 5 in training didn't make me weak."

"It doesn't though!" You remarked.

 "Look at where we are now! The last two tributes. We would be out of this mess too if we just had some way to get out together."

Both of you looked at the ground where the berries lay scattered, looked at each other, and nodded with the same idea in your heads.

Each of you picked up some berries and took a deep breath.

"Foxface, I love you too. I mean it. This is the worst possible situation to ever tell someone this, but it's true."

With that, she kissed you gently. 

"So it's settled then?"

"I think so."

"Goodbye Y/n."

"Goodbye, Foxface."

"Okay Y/n you've got this," You told yourself.

3...

2...

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"WAIT STOP!" A loud voice shrieked.

You and Foxface both looked up, the poisonous berries inches away from your mouths

"THERE HAS BEEN ONE MORE CHANGE OF RULES"

You stared at each other in confusion.

"CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR FIRST EVER TWO VICTORS, Y/N FROM DISTRICT 3 AND FINCH FROM DISTRICT 5! THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION! GOODBYE!"

~several days later~

The Capitol was completely taken with the first couple to win the games.

Upon being interviewed, Foxface's response was "We're a team. We always were and always will be," and you couldn't agree more.

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