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harrowharkboygf · 4 years

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Game Night

a short post-season 5 oneshot. read on ao3

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Catra liked to think of herself as a dedicated person. There were a lot of things she still hated about herself—the therapist Perfuma had recommended to her had said during their first session that it would take time to fully forgive herself, to get out of the “self-destructive mindset” she had spent so long embracing. But she at least prided herself on her resolve, her resilience, her determination.

However, it turned out that in terms of determination, she was nothing compared to the princesses’ crazed desire to hold as many social events as physically possible.

At first, during the initial celebration at Brightmoon and the stream of Thank You For Saving The World, Princesses! parties that were thrown in their honor as they traveled across Etheria to help with rebuilding efforts, Catra thought that this was just because of the circumstances. Everyone was clearly thrilled to be alive and happy that the princesses were back to being heroes, and they wanted to commemorate the occasion with festivities.

(It was still weird to think of herself like that. As a member of the Princess Alliance. Would it ever get less strange?)

But then Catra learned that the princesses were just like that. There were endless game nights and iceball tournaments and flower crown-making circles and picnics and trips around Etheria just for the purpose of seeing the sights. Late night planning meetings that turned into sleepovers, and visits to their allies under the guise of “checking in” that held no tactical purpose in the end.

This was so foreign, so beyond her reality; she had grown up in the Horde, where her idea of free time was just more training. Her only celebrations came in the form of stolen moments with Adora and extra ration bars, which she hoarded like it was water in the Crimson Wastes.

But despite how skeptical she acted, deep down Catra loved it, even the flower crowns. She discovered that she was very good at iceball—so good that she and Adora were banned from playing against each other on the grounds of being too competitive. (Thankfully, Glimmer and Frosta were equally worthy opponents.) Spinnerella and Netossa were more than happy to teach her all their tricks; Catra found the couple oddly comforting, a nice, stable, older presence that she’d never had before.

But above all, Catra loved the quiet moments the most. Late sleepovers with the Best Friend Squad (her attempts to change the name to something more badass, like the Kickass Comrades, had been shot down) had, much to her surprise, become one of her favorite things. The old Catra would have scoffed seeing her now, eating sweets and giggling late into the night, but she didn’t care. Arrow Boy and Sparkles had actually become her friends, dignity be damned.

And of course, there was Adora. Beautiful, amazing, wonderful Adora, with her sparkling blue eyes and soft lips and strong arms that always ended up wrapped around Catra. She could hardly believe it was real, that Adora loved her. She wondered if she would ever be able to wake up and not stare in disbelief at the sight of Adora lying next to her, staring at her with soft, loving eyes. If one day she would stop fearing that all of it was a dream.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Glimmer shouted. “Quit being gross and get over here so you can finish helping us!”

They had spent the last two weeks in what had formerly been known as the Fright Zone, and what was soon to become Scorpia’s kingdom. The still-newly-minted princess had decided to use it as a refuge for former Horde soldiers who were looking to turn over a new leaf. “After all,” Scorpia had said, “if Catra and Adora and I all changed, everyone else can, too.”

But unsurprisingly, the place was still, as Catra put it, full of shit. So the Princess Alliance decided to clean it up and redecorate.

“You said we could take a water break!” protested Adora.

“Yeah,” said Catra, smirking. “We’re so thirsty.” She blinked innocently up at Glimmer from her perch on Adora’s lap, one arm slung around her shoulders and the other hand playing with her blonde hair.

Mermista, who was carrying a stack of boxes nearby, rolled her eyes. “Yeah you are,” she muttered. Behind her, Sea Hawk gave them a thumbs up.

Glimmer put her hands on her hips, shaking her head. “I said you could take a water break when Adora tried to lift a literal tank without shifting into She-Ra. But that was twenty minutes ago! Let’s go, you two. Chop chop.”

Adora’s gaze was fixed on Catra, a soft smile sliding across her lips. “Just a minute,” she told Glimmer, not breaking eye contact with Catra. Gently, she tipped her head upwards and kissed her. Catra let herself dissolve into the kiss, closing her eyes and exhaling.

They pulled apart only to press their foreheads together. “I think we’re annoying,” Adora stage-whispered.

Catra barely kept herself from giggling. (Giggling. What the fuck, honestly.) “You think?” she asked.

She heard Glimmer say, “Bow! Come help me!” Then she felt hands wrap around her as Bow and Glimmer bodily lifted her up off of Adora’s lap. She hissed in fake-annoyance, squirming in their grip.

“Don’t pretend you two are much better!” she shrieked as they deposited her onto a pile of stacked bedrolls. “I saw you feeding Sparkles at breakfast!”

Frosta scoffed as she used her ice powers to hang a lantern. “I get it, you’re all gross! When can we be done? I’m bored!”

Scorpia delicately set a plant down on a nearby windowsill, mindful of her claws. “Soon! Thank you so much for your help, guys. The place looks great.” Everyone beamed, pausing to look around and admire their handiwork.

It did look great. The walls had been painted a lighter color, and the hallways were now well-lit, filled with softer, more pleasant decor. The clanging of machinery still echoed, but gone was the smoke and pollution; Entrapta had spent a long time working on a more clean form of energy, one that was better for magic and the planet and whatever.

Speaking of the pig-tailed princess—“Where’s Entrapta?” asked Catra. “She didn’t want to come and invent some bot to help us?”

Perfuma adjusted her girlfriend’s placement of the potted plant, trying to give it as much sunlight as possible. “She’s very busy with all her new ethical science projects now—”

“Semi-ethical,” corrected Bow, rubbing the back of his neck.

“—But she was invited to our celebration tomorrow night! Hopefully we will see her then.”

“Another party? It never ends, does it?” Catra said to Adora, who had come back to stand at her side.

Perfuma clasped her hands together. “Oh, this one will just be a small get-together. We’ll throw a big party once all of Scorpia’s citizens move in, but this is just for us princesses!”

“And Bow and Catra and Sea Hawk,” Mermista reminded her.

Perfuma shrugged. “Honorary princesses!”

Adora cleared her throat. “Alright, team, let’s get these last few things in place. We can pick up the little bit that’s left tomorrow morning. I think it’s bedtime.”

——

“And then I said, “Uh, your ship’s on fire!’”

The room burst in laughter. Catra wiped a tear from her eye as she cackled—there was something about Mermista’s deadpan delivery that made all her stories way funnier than anyone else’s. “And did you ever run into that pirate again?” she asked.

Sea Hawk spread his arms grandly. “Why, of course! He approached us a short time later to tell us how our genius and fighting prowess inspired him, and how he had decided to become an artist and build statues in our honor. To this day, his children sing our praises around campfires.”

At the same time, Mermista shook her head and said, “Nope. Never saw him again.”

This unleashed another wave of giggles. Still snickering, Catra leaned forward in her seat and took a cookie off the plate on the table in front of her. As she did so, Frosta opened her mouth wide and pointed wordlessly at it. Catra rolled her eyes and tossed a cookie at her. She caught it in her mouth and gave a muffled cheer as she chewed.

Bow rubbed his hands together. “Okay, guys, let’s get started.” He gestured at the table in front of them, which would soon be the center of Scorpia’s strategy room. Tonight, however, it was covered with a big game board and several playing pieces, dice, and stacks of cards. “Here’s how we play—”

“We’re here!”

Entrapta practically bounced into the room, Emily close at her side, beeping cheerfully. Wrong Hordak followed close behind them, smiling his typical sheepish smile and holding a tray crammed with an almost-impossible amount of tiny pink cupcakes.

Adora stood up to greet them. “Hey, guys! Welcome to…”

Her voice trailed off abruptly as the last guest entered. Catra felt her heart begin to pound; she stood up too, curling her claws into fists. Melog, who had been sleeping next to the sofa the Best Friend Squad was sharing, sprang to its feet, hissing. The rest of the group froze, exchanging shocked glances.

Hordak (the real one) stood in the doorway, somehow managing to look both awkward and stern. “Hello,” he said shortly, his deep voice echoing slightly.

When no one answered for a long, tension-filled minute, Entrapta looked rapidly between the group and Hordak, her eyes wide with confusion. “Sorry we’re late,” she said tentatively. “Did I…did I bring too many people?”

Mermista buried her head in her hands and let out a muffled scream. Sea Hawk patted her arm sympathetically.

Catra struggled to choose between saying What is he doing here and Absolutely fucking not and just straight-up attacking him. Judging by her facial expression, across the table Frosta was thinking along the same lines.

Entrapta twirled one of her ponytails around her nervously, her smile slowing sliding off her face the longer the silence dragged on. Next to her, Wrong Hordak shifted from foot to foot. “Uh…”

Perfuma hastily jumped up, a fake smile plastered on her face. “We’re so glad you could come!” she chirped, flinging her arms around her.

Wrong Hordak joined the hug. “I have missed you, brothers!” he told them tearfully.

At Perfuma’s pointed look, Scorpia and Frosta made space for the newcomers, bringing over more chairs.

“Will you be joining us, Hordak?” Catra asked icily, sneering at him.

“Be nice,” Bow whispered to her.

“She has a point,” Glimmer whispered back.

Hordak glared right back at her. “Entrapta invited me. Am I not welcome here?”

Adora managed to pick her jaw up off the floor. “Uhhh…no, um, take a seat. Bow was just about to tell us how this game works.” She sat down, pulling Catra down with her.

Bow started to explain, occasionally being interrupted by Frosta, Perfuma, and Sea Hawk, who all had their own opinions on how the rules should be interpreted. Meanwhile, Catra hissed quietly, “Are we seriously just going to play a board game with Hordak of all people?”

“He’s changed, I guess,” Adora murmured back.

On her other side, Glimmer rolled her eyes. “Allegedly.”

After the war had ended, the Rebellion didn’t really know what to do with Hordak. Sure, he had saved Entrapta and turned against Horde Prime, but they weren’t just going to let him sit back on his throne. Originally Catra had been in favor of dumping his ass in the Crimson Wastes, but Huntara was having none of it.

So eventually the princesses settled on letting him live in Dryl with Entrapta, as long as he swore never to hold any political power or territory for the rest of his life. An oath they would make sure he held, with magic to ensure it, if necessary.

“I don’t trust him,” Catra murmured.

Adora placed a comforting hand on her thigh. “Me neither, but Entrapta trusts him. And whatever makes her happy, we’ll support.”

They watched Hordak sneer as Perfuma tried to offer him some fruit juice. She frowned back at his rude behavior, huffing in that trying-to-be-dignified-yet-offended way of hers. Frosta looked like she wanted to stick his head in an ice block. Meanwhile, Entrapta was in full science mode, spilling out a detailed lecture about dice and probability.

“Even if the thing that makes her happy is Hordak?” grimaced Glimmer.

Adora sighed, rubbed her forehead. “Even so,” she said glumly.

Bow clapped his hands, signaling the end of his rules explanation. “Okay, does everyone get it?”

“Yes,” said Catra.

“Totally,” said Glimmer.

“Yeah…” said Adora.

Bow gave them a look that suggested he knew they hadn’t been listening at all. “Okay, let’s get started!”

Thankfully, Catra was able to figure it out as she went. The game was fairly simple: the players had to try to be the first one to make it around a map of Etheria, while fighting mythical monsters and challenges along the way. She leaned forward, smirking, her competitive nature taking over. “You’re all going down,” she said, making a show of cracking her knuckles.

Glimmer scooped up the dice and began to shake them. “As if!”

Scorpia laughed and shook her head. “No, guys, Perfuma is the champion at this game. She’s beaten me every time, she’s that amazing.”

The flower princess blushed a deep crimson. “Oh, Scorpia!” she trilled. “You are amazing too!”

Catra watched this play out fondly. Despite her and Scorpia’s…rocky history, she was genuinely sorry for all the pain she’d caused her. Although Scorpia had said she forgave her, there was a while after the war where things had been awkward, uncomfortable. She was happy to see that the former Force Captain had found someone who could make her happier than Catra ever could.

Hordak made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. It took her a minute to realize that he was laughing. “This is a childish competition,” he announced, sounding annoyed.

Mermista rested her chin on her palm. “You’re just mad that you couldn’t conquer Etheria and now you can’t win this board game.”

Hordak stiffened. “How dare—”

“Okay!” Bow interceded, his voice hinging on hysteria. “Glimmer will start!”

They went around in a circle, their game pieces slowly advancing with each roll of the dice. Catra was not thrilled when Glimmer rolled four tens in a row and she kept only rolling ones and twos. Thankfully, she was able to get Sparkles back when she pulled a Brightmoon-themed card and “teleported” her to the little red and yellow spot on the board that was supposed to represent the Crimson Wastes.

Scorpia was, unsurprisingly, the best sport about this. While everyone else soon succumbed to playfully cursing each other out as they scrambled to keep their game piece ahead of the group, Scorpia was the one congratulating everyone even when they fucked her over.

Even Perfuma huffed when Frosta got her stuck in the “Northern Reach”. “This is a betrayal,” she sniffed dramatically, crossing her arms. “I will never, ever forgive you.” A moment later, she cracked a smile and winked at the younger girl to let her know she was joking.

Wrong Hordak landed on a “Magic Zone” square and whipped out a card. “Do not worry, sister! This piece of paper says the Sorcerers’ Guild has granted me the power of…time travel! I will reverse your plight!” he declared. He reached down and daintily picked up Perfuma’s piece so he could place it back on the path.

Perfuma giggled. “My hero!”

“That was supposed to be used for your piece,” Entrapta pointed out, fidgeting with a small gear as she waited for her turn.

Adora shrugged. “Eh, let him do what he wants,” she said. She leaned back and not-so-casually draped her arm over Catra’s shoulders. She leaned into her girlfriend’s touch happily.

Entrapta pulled out the recorder she clearly kept with her at all times. “Observation number two hundred and fifty-three: when playing games, rules are to be broken at the player’s convenience.”

“Now you’ve got the spirit!” chuckled Sea Hawk, who was currently attempting to steal alien chips off of Mermista’s plate. Every time she caught him, he gave her the most lovestruck eyes he could pull off until she let her snag a chip.

Wrong Hordak handed the dice to Actual Hordak. “Your turn, brother!”

Hordak took the dice emotionlessly and rolled it. A five. He moved his game piece to the appropriate square.

“You landed on a runestone!” Perfuma cheered. “That means you get to move ahead five spaces!”

Hordak frowned down at the tiny drawing. “This pathetic image looks nothing like the real Black Garnet. It fails to capture the strength, the raw power that eminented from my runestone. How comical.”

“Your runestone?” Catra repeated, raising one eyebrow. “It’s not yours anymore, Hordak.”

He glowered at her. “In a better life, it was.”

Glimmer narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying that—”

Entrapta scooped up the dice. “My turn!” she chirped.

Adora hastily stood up, gripping both Glimmer and Catra’s arms tightly. “We are going to get more fruit juice!” she said. “Bow, will you come with us?”

His grin was particularly strained. “Of course!”

They both looked at Glimmer. “Fiiiine,” she sighed, before transporting the Best Friend Squad to the nearby kitchen.

Once there, Adora immediately turned to Catra and Glimmer. Melog slunk in after them, not wanted to be separated from its owner.

“He’s a terrible person!” protested Catra, already knowing what she was going to say. “I want him out of here.”

“Everyone did terrible things while they were in the Horde,” Bow reminded her gently as he poured more fruit juice into cups. Including you was the unspoken meaning behind that sentence. She looked down at the ground.

“But,” Bow said, handing her a cup, “what matters is that they’ve changed.”

Glimmer took the juice pitcher out of his hands, kissing his cheek. “I agree with Catra,” she told him as she poured. “Hordak might have said he was sorry, but he doesn’t act like it.”

“ And ,” added Catra, emboldened by someone siding with her, “he’s just straight up gross. How someone could possibly find that greasy-haired stick-up-his-ass attractive is just absolutely beyond me—”

“I know! He’s all—” Glimmer deepened her voice, hunched her shoulders. “—‘Pathetic princesses! You know nothing of true power! I am Hordak, Prince of Evil! Mwahahaha!’”

Catra laughed so hard she choked, and almost fell over.

Even Bow, who was rooting through the cabinets looking for more napkins, chuckled. “That’s cute,” he told her.

She winked at him. “ I’m cute.”

“You are.” He pulled her into a hug from behind, pressing his lips to the side of her head.

Adora took Catra’s hand. “Just please try to refrain from killing him for tonight,” she asked. “Afterwards, you and Glimmer and Mermista can start an I Hate Hordak club if you want.”

Catra tugged playfully on her ponytail. “Don’t tempt me. I will run that club.”

Her girlfriend poked her cheek in return before helping Glimmer and Bow stack the cups of fruit juice onto a tray. Catra grabbed another bag of alien chips, just in case.

“Alright,” said Adora, carefully balancing the heavily-stacked tray and ignoring everyone else eying her worriedly. “Ready?”

Bow winced as the tray wobbled dangerously when she took a step. “Adora, do you need—”

“I got it!”

Glimmer shook her head. “Maybe we’d better walk back to the strategy room. I don’t know if those cups can survive a teleportation trip.”

“We’ll be fine!” Adora assured her, and then promptly tripped, sending the tray flying.

——

“I’m really proud of you,” Adora told her as they waved goodbye to the group. They all had to return to their own kingdoms; it still wasn’t stable to be gone for too long.

Catra looked up at her. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you—” She was cut off by a yell of frustration coming from the direction of the skiff waiting to take their friends back to Dryl.

The two of them watched Wrong Hordak and Entrapta attempt to bodily lift Emily onto the skiff, which was hovering a few feet above the ground. The bot was nothing more than deadweight, beeping irritably.

“Her programming is due for an update soon,” Entrapta explained. “Sometimes she gets sulky like this.”

“She doesn’t wanna say goodbye to her friends,” Frosta said. She seemed particularly pouty herself. She had become particularly clingy after the war ended, and probably wasn’t happy about having to go back to her own kingdom alone after spending so much time with everyone.

Catra could relate.

“We’ll see everyone again soon,” Glimmer reminded her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We’re throwing a celebration once Perfuma and Scorpia get everyone settled here, remember?”

“Yeah,” said Frosta, sticking out her lip grumpily.

Wrong Hordak shrieked as one of Emily’s appendages kicked him in the face. He dropped her with a thud.

“Emily!” scolded Entrapta. “Not nice!” Scorpia and Perfuma moved to help them, which definitely made things more successful. Meanwhile, Hordak watched the whole scene unfold from inside the skiff, not bothering to offer his help.

“As I was saying,” Adora said, still chuckling, “I’m really proud of you, Catra. I—I know it can be hard to keep your anger in check when you’re dealing with…”

“With the former dictator of our childhood?” she finished. “I know.”

“You’ve come a long way.”

Catra laced their fingers together, leaned against her shoulder. “So have you.”

Mermista called Frosta over to their skiff, where Sea Hawk was helping her load up their bags. The game night victor gave Glimmer a hug, then Bow, Adora, and, to her surprise, Catra. “See you later, Horde Scum,” Frosta said, parroting her mentor.

Catra grinned back at her. “See you later, princess.”

From the skiff, Mermista tossed a wadded-up piece of paper to Catra. “I look forward to it!” she shouted as Sea Hawk helped Frosta into the skiff.

“Me too!” Catra shouted back.

Adora looked curiously at the paper ball. “What’s that?”

Catra handed it to her without saying a word, smirking. Adora unfolded it, revealing a flyer.

The I HATE HORDAK Club

Calling all Etherians!

Do YOU hate the former Horde Lord?

Do YOU fantasize about ruining his day?

If so, this is the place for you!!!

Meetings will be held at Brightmoon Castle. Any questions, please see Catra or Princess Mermista.

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mxtcha-tea · 3 years

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happy birthday

✎desc; happy birthday riseki :)

✎pairing[s]; riseki x f!reader [pls remind me if i miss any]

✎word count; 1.8k [not proofread]

✎genre; fluff

✎language[s]; english

✎chef note; Okay, so, today's the birthday of the extra underrated character, RISEKI!! Happy birthday riseki :D

Everyday, everyday is just the same to him. Waking up, going to school, studying and then going back home. It’s an endless cycle that doesn’t seem like there’s an ending. That is until, Riseki graduated junior high and rolled in high school.

But this time, he wanted to end that cycle and live up a more exciting life, something he woke up eager to do. It’s something that may change his life point but it’ll be worth it, he will learn volleyball. He had only seen it as a sport or hobby in his old school and thought nothing of it.

That’s until he tried it himself. From all of his experiences, Riseki had never felt so exhilarated and nervous at the same time while playing a sport.

His mind is all over the place and he feels like crashing down from the adrenaline, but he keeps trying to avoid the ball from hitting the floor. That’s when he smiled and said to himself,

“That was fun…”

Now, his mind is heading through a positive mindset right now when he steps foot inside Inarizaki High and applies as a 1st year student in the volleyball club. It was all coming true, he’ll be able to learn volleyball properly again and hopefully enough, he’ll make it to the starting players.

A big smile plastered on his face when he was heading towards the gym for the meeting of the freshmans. It was swiftly wiped away when Riseki saw how intimidating the players were.

Even with the 2nd years, who were just 1 year apart from him, are well built than what he expected. Not to mention that the 3rd years are very, VERY scary. Their figure, their voices, pretty much everything about their presence is alarming for anyone. That causes him to feel self conscious about himself, especially after seeing how they play.

It’s so aggressive and he thinks he knows why exactly Inarizaki’s Volleyball Club is one of the most feared volleyball teams throughout Japan. Thankfully enough, they don’t need to play today since it’s their first time.

Riseki sat on the floor, staring at his seniors playing volleyball. Despite their aggressive play, they still have a smile on their faces and look like they’re having fun.

But then again, this sport is not only for fun but also for competition. From all around the prefecture, and maybe even the country. He started feeling like this sport isn’t for him, they’re more skilled than him and he can’t help but feel small around them.

He looked down onto the floor, in embarrassment? In fear? He don’t know himself but all he can do is look down in sha-

“Hey, you okay?” Riseki flinched a little as he shot his eyes open and looked up towards the source of the voice. And then he found you, crouching in front of him with both a curious and worried look.

His eyes went wide as red started decorating his face. He tried to look elsewhere and avoid eye contact but wherever he looked, his eyes would still look back at you. He doesn’t know why, but your presence brings comfort and makes him feel…

...safe.

Riseki’s mouth kept on opening and closing, trying to get a word out but yet, he couldn’t say anything, “I-um, wha-” You blinked, before laughing a little at his tone and expression. His heart started beating faster as his cheeks turned into a more deeper colour of red,

“Calm down, it’s okay,” You offered him a smile, standing up from your spot and for some reasons, he did the same, “Yer a first year, right?” “Uh- yeah! I’m, Riseki, I mean, Riseki Heisuke!” You nodded,

“Yeah, I know that,” That’s when he noticed the clipboard in your hand, and then he remembered the whole meeting all over again, “Remember me? [y/n]? You look like yer spacing out during the meeting and I’m just checking if you’re okay, Riseki,”

He skipped a beat when you said his name, it felt nice, “Um, I...sorry, I don’t remember,” You chuckled, “That’s okay, I’m yer manager anyway,”

Holding out your hand for him to shake. He hesitated a little to take it before taking it and slightly shaking your hand,

“Nice to meet ya and welcome to the club!”

And at that moment, he knew that it’s going to be better here than he expected. The smile he put on earlier before entering the gym appeared back as he nodded,

“Thanks!”

BAM!

The ball hitted the floor with a loud sound echoing throughout the gym, “Nice, Riseki!” The ravenette high fived with Ginjima, wiping out the sweats falling down from his forehead.

He jogged to the bench, Kita handing him a towel and water bottle. He thanked his captain and gulped down almost all of the water inside, sighing in content after, “That was a nice spike, Riseki. The improvement is very obvious and I hope you can keep it up,”

He nodded, “Of course!” Then, Akagi butted in with a towel on top of his head, “Ya should take a rest, Riseki-chi! That was a pretty exhausting practice just now and I bet ya feel the need to go outside for some fresh air,”

Riseki looks at his senior (who’s shorter than him but he wouldn’t point out on that) with a confused look, “Akagi-San, I think I’m fine, I don’t think I should-”

Before he can even finish his sentences, Akagi quickly pushes him all the way to the outside of the gym whilst yelling, “OUTSIDE!” and running back to his other 3rd year friends.

He stands there dumbfounded but obliged with his senior’s request, it’s considerate of him to worry about him anyway. He sat down on the small stairs, ruffling his hair with the towel while breathing heavily out of exhaustion.

Another day, another practice, just like any other days. It’s almost been 3 months of him in the volleyball club right now and Riseki already felt tired with only these training sessions.

But he had to admit that it is fun. He got to make friends along the way and bond nicely with his seniors. He was content with his decision of joining the volleyball club. Then again,

Riseki looks down at the ground, kicking rocks that’s in front of him before looking ahead of him. All of this happened all thanks to you. If you haven’t approached him that day, he would’ve quit right there right then.

You’re the one who gave him the courage to continue and bond with the players despite their scary looks. And...you gave him motivation,

“Just remember that you’re doing this for someone, okay?”

He recalled you saying those words to him, rather to make him know that he should not only do this for himself, but for someone. And that someone is you, he wanted to do this for you and make you proud,

“Oh god, what are you thinking Riseki…” He groaned to himself, covering his already red face with his hands.

Ginjima watches him from a distance as he looks to his left and finds you coming out from the door at the other side of the gym, “[y/n]-San!” He called over as you look at him, well, them as you jogged over to their direction,

“So how’s it doing?” Aran asked, a worried look plastered onto his face. All you can do is sigh and cross your arms, “They’re taking much more long than expected, and ‘Tsumu says that we should distract him more before they arrive,”

“Well, then I think we should let you do the job then,” Akagi said, pointing his thumb towards Riseki who’s still sitting at the entrance. A smile appeared onto your face,

“With pleasure,”

And with that, you walked towards where Riseki’s sitting and sat next to him, “Hey,” He flinched and looks at you with wide eyes. Just like the first time, “[y/n]-San, I-”

“Wait, wait, no don’t talk yet,” He closed his mouth in an instant and waited for you to say something, “Okay, how do I say this...well, today’s your birthday right?” He blinked,

“WAIT, YOU REMEMBERED?” “Of course I remember! How can I not? I’m even waiting for it to come,” Riseki can feel his cheeks heating up all over again, but then he looks away,

“Why, would you wait for my birthday? I mean, there’s the other birthdays you can wait for,” A frown appeared on his face, fiddling with his fingers. He heard you chuckled before taking his attention back at you,

“Think about it Riseki, why would I actually wait for yer birthday?” “. . .I don’t really know,” “It’s because I care about you,” His fingers stopped moving as you continue,

“If I haven’t waited for it, then that means I don’t specifically have the feeling to care about you, right? Sure, I do care about the others, but for some reasons, I have the feeling to care for you more, to know if you’re actually feeling the same emotions as me,”

“And because…”

You turned your head around to look at him. Riseki’s already looking at you, waterfalls falling down from his rosy cheeks. All you can do is smile, holding his face in your hands and wiping out the tears with your thumb,

“I like you, Heisuke,”

He sniffled, a burst of euphoria went off inside him when you said those 3 words so easily. It felt like a dream but at the same time, it’s not. But he wished that he won’t wake up after this, it’s better like this anyway,

“So,”

Bonus

“Hey! C’mere you two lovebirds!”

Riseki flinched at the nickname as he looked at his seniors, ready to be embarrassed by them but instead, he was greeted by all of the seniors and friends from the same year, all huddled up together with Osamu holding a cake,

“They didn’t forget about your birthday too,” You said, helping him stand up and dust his shoulder. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Atsumu hitting Osamu in the shoulder and yelled at him,

“We had to wait much more longer for the cake and me and Suna had to stop yer fat ass from stealing a taste,” “Well, in my defense, I was just making sure that it tasted good and we’re not poisoned,” “In what situation exactly is the cake gonna get poisoned?!”

“Okay, that’s enough you two,” Aran separated them two, sighing at their antics even during their junior’s beloved birthday. You chuckled, and then hold your attention back at Riseki as he did the same,

“Now let’s start your day birthday boy,”

For once in his life, a big and warm smile reached into his lips as he nodded, both of you walking towards them as the boys of the Inarizaki Volleyball Gym cheered.

‘This is fun…’ Riseki thought to himself, and it’ll always be fun.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #riseki heisuke #riseki x reader

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popquizhot-shot · 3 years

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You’re not him-Chapter 4

Mobius was holding a candy box called Kablooie, which you recognized.

"Kablooie." he said.

" What's that?" Loki asked.

"Candy. Do you have candy on Asgard?" Mobius says.

"Yeah, grapes, nuts."

"Huh, well no wonder your so bitter." he says before grabbing a large bunch of files and heading to the desk leaving you and Loki to follow him.

"Okay, so Kablooie was only sold regionally on Earth from 2047 to 2051, so we need to cross reference that with every apocalyptic event, I'm gonna give you half, Y/n take a few from him, have a competition see who finds it." Mobius explains.

"Sure." Loki says seeming interested in the 'competition'

" You wanna bet on something?, Yeah a bet, let's play for pride, may the best person win!" Mobius declares.

Rolling your eyes with a small smile, you take the files Loki hands you.

~~~~

"Anything?" Mobius asks, going through a file.

"Uh, it's not the climate disaster of 2048." Loki replies

"Or the Tsunami of 2051." you pipe in, not looking up from your pile.

"Let's go, let's go come on." Mobius chants.

"2050..the extinction of the swallow.." Loki reads out.

"That's a thing?" you say, a little shaken up at number of natural disaster and problems.

"Completely screwed up the ecosystem.." Mobius answers.

"Krakatoa erupted in 2049 as well." you say

"No kablooie" Loki says.

"God, it's just one damn thing after another, isn't it?" Mobius muses.

"Tell me about it." you scoff.

"Cyclones, famine, volcanoes,floods-"

"Got him!" Loki says, holding up the file, "That's where he is."

"Alabama, 2050." you say reading the file.

Leaning forward, Mobius looks at Loki and smirks," You're gonna take my job, if I'm not careful."

" Ok, pack it up, Lovebirds!" you say giggling, while simultaneously feeling this unreasonable jealousy.

Playfully glaring at you, Loki leans back and lets out a little breath.

" I have to go to Ravonna and ask her to approve a fully-armed task force, this mission, if it even happens, is really important." Mobius gets up and you and Loki closely follow.

Mobius was inside Renslayer's office, you and Loki were waiting outside. To pass the time, you decided to play a game.

" Ok, tell me about a time you scared your brother" you ask, hoping to hear the iconic snake story.

" Ohhh, I have a good one, we were about eight at the time, and you see, Thor loves snakes, so to scare him, I transformed myself into a snake and he picked it up to admire it and then I transformed back into myself and said, " MEUH IT'S ME! and stabbed him." he said smiling at the memory.

"My turn!" you say

" Ok, were you ever in love with someone?" he said.

Shit.

SHIT. FRICK.GODDAMMIT.

Taking a deep breath, you for yourself to look at him.

"Yes. Yes I was." you say smiling lightly.

"Oh! tell me about this lucky person." he says interested, and..is that a tinge of jealousy in his voice?

YOU DAFT DUMB IDIOT! IT'S YOU OK! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY RIGHT NOW?!

" Well, he was one of the most caring, sweet, and amazing people, I had ever met in my life, he loved forehead kisses. But h-he was murdered, right in front of me" you say sadly, eyes becoming moist.

" Oh, I'm sorry about that." he says sympathetically.

" What about you, were you ever in love?" you ask, when Loki was alive, he didn't tell you much about his past relationships, mainly because you never asked.

" Well, I've had my fair share of relationships, but in most of them there was nothing ever......authentic or real.." .

You selfishly sigh in happiness on the inside.

"-except one girl." he continued.

What.the.ever.loving.fuck.

"Oh, nice so who was she?" you ask, jealousy raging and burning inside you.

" Oh, well her name was Astrid and I really loved her, we talked about marriage and things like that, but then she was married to a duke of Vanaheim."

"Huh, I'm sorry."

" It's alright, it was for the best."

The awkward silence is broken by Mobius walking out of the office.

"So? Are we on?" you ask.

" We're on" he replies, walking to the locker room.

"I'm telling you, you help us catch this variant, and who knows my friend-" Mobius begins.

" What good enough for a face to face with the time keepers?" Loki asked, while you headed to your locker.

"I didn't say that, one step at a time."

" Ok, one step at a time."

Reaching into his locker, Mobius pulls out a pair of daggers and hands them to him, " Just in case."

While Loki fawns over them, Hunter B-60 immediately comes and snatches them away, putting them in her own locker, leaving Loki adorably pouting and you laughing.

"Gather around for a briefing!" she announces.

After everyone is gathered, she begins.

"Roxxcart is a vast superstore common to the era, it consists of a series of sprawling sections, including a large warehouse. This warehouse is being used by civilians as a shelter trying to ride the storm. Remember this is a class-10 apocalypse, while the Variant wouldn't know we're coming, he could be hiding anywhere, and should be considered hostile. So stay alert. Every time there is an attack, the Variant steals a reset charge, he's planning something, we just don't know what. So keep an eye out for the missing charges, and if you see a Loki, prune it."

"The bad Loki, preferably." Loki pipes in.

Destination, Haven Hills, Alabama.

Year, 2050.

It's pouring outside and as you walk in, there's a flash of thunder. Out of habit, you look up expecting Thor, only to look at Loki and seeing him so the same.

Poor sweetie.

Walking into the store, you immediately see Loki use his magic to dry himself, and that reminded you,

Shit, I can do magic.

So you did the same, only the color of your magic was gold.

Loki looked surprised as hell.

" The hell was that?" Hunter asked Loki.

Loki, looking surprised that you could do magic, said to her, " That was me, using magic to dry my clothes, so I don't announce myself with every squeaky footstep like the rest of you." he says.

The lights flicker making all of you alert.

"Ok, take two teams and sweep the storm shelter." she says.

"Loki and I are gonna check out the greenhouse, we'll mee-" Mobius begins

"No" Hunter says.

" No? He's under my supervision" Mobius, argues.

They argue back and forth making you get frustrated.

"Ok, enough! Mobius let Loki go with her, I'll scout on my own." you butt in.

Begrudgingly, he allows Loki to go with B-60.

As you go through and check the aisles, you see Loki and B-60, talking to someone with his hands up.

"It's a hurricane sale, azaleas are half off." the guys says.

" Could that be you?" B-60 asked.

"I mean I probably would have worn a suit, but yes, maybe."

You walk over and stand next to Loki, " Who's the guy?"

" We're about to find out." he replies.

Hunter makes her way to the guy, prune stick( is it called a prune stick? if anyone knows what it's called, please tell me) charged. As she goes near him, he grabs hold of her arm and you can see a flash of green magic make its way up Hunter's arm, the man falls to the ground.

"Is he dead?" Loki asks not realizing what happened.

"Loki, that's not Hunter." you say.

" No, they usually survive." Hunter, no, the Variant says.

Facing Loki, she says," So you're the fool the TVA brought in to hunt me down."

"Me, I presume." Loki says

"Please, if anyone's anyone, you're me." she says smiling cheekily at him.

He retaliates by smiling wider.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff.

Children, literal children

"How nice to meet you."

In the surveillance room, Mobius and the others find C-20

The poor girl looks traumatized, saying one thing over and over again.

"It's real, it's real, it's real." she says shaking, her voice wavering

Speaking into a comm, Mobius says, "Y/n, we need y-"

"Enchantment is a clever trick." Loki says, as you all walk around." Cowardly, a bit amateur-ish, but clever."

"Almost as cowardly as working for the TVA." the Variant replies.

"I'm working for me."

"You really believe that don't you?"

"Yes."

"Heh, and here I was worried that they found a better version of me."

This is getting boring

"Hi, are you guys looking for the disaster shelter?" a worker asks.

"No." the Variant says before enchanting him and taking over his body, Hunter falling to the ground, Loki and you go to check on her.

"Oh bless, you gonna call you're little friends for help?" the Variant says.

" What's the matter, you too scared to meet me face-to-face?"

"Y/n, we need you here, come to the surveillance room, we have a problem."

Slowly backing away, you leave and teleport to the surveillance room.

"It's real, it's real, it's real, it's real-" C-20 kept saying over and over again.

"What's real?" you ask.

" She's off the dial." an agent replies.

"Look at me c-20, what's real?" you repeat

"I wanna go home." she says eyes wide.

" We're gonna get you there, call the TVA and let the infirmary kno-"

"No, I gave it away!" she shouts

"What, what did you give away?" Mobius asks.

" The Time Keepers! Where they are!"

In shock, you look at the live camera footage of the shop and you see Loki getting beaten up.

"Shit, Mobius I'll be back." you say and teleport to a different part of the store

You arrive just in time to see a hooded-figure in front of Loki and you.

"Where did you go? I got my ass whooped." he asks you

"The Variant knows where the Time- keepers are." you reply

The hooded figure comes forward and lifts the hood to reveal a-

Holy shit.

a beautiful lady is standing in front of you, wearing the signature horns, her hair is like Loki's except it's blonde. Blonde?

"This isn't about you." she says

In shock you just nod and Loki slowly says, "Right."

At that exact moment, a timer goes off and and the lights go out, the only source of light coming from.... wait is that a TemPad?

"INITIALISING"

Everything becomes brighter and you can see lots and lots of reset charges, each one going into a different timeline.

The lights flicker red and you can see the lady wave and then walk into a time-door.

You can also hear Mobius shouting in the distance.

You and Loki look behind and then at each other and nod before running through the door after her.

The last thing you hear is Mobius shouting.

Crap.

#loki #lokiseries #lokilove #lokispoilers #lokixreader #mobius my beloved #im not good at tumblr

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atinybitofau · 4 years

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M I N G I ➟ mafia au

MAFIA HUBBY MINGI 2.0

part one

• “Who’s that?”

• San works for almost anybody.

• that being said, trains Mingi’s men when needed to.

• so when he decides to show up during a car show rehearsal organized by Mingi himself isn’t surprising at all.

• loves to roam around for shits and giggles too.

• but seeing a woman briefing experienced mechanics at their car hoods seemed more than just shits and giggles to even the likes of him.

• Wooyoung wipes at his greasy hands and smiles at the floating hitman. “Mingi’s girl.”

• “Mingi’s girl?” San whips towards him in question.

• “Haven’t you heard about X?”

• “That racer guy that shredded him months ago?” San chuckles at the memory of rumors. “Who hasn’t?”

• “Well THAT racer guy happens to be a girl. And sex on legs over there happens to also be Mingi’s new wife. Her first appearance out of the dark doesn’t just surprise you, you know. Everyone here can’t take her eyes off her.”

• and neither can Mingi apparently,

• now approaching you

• who just like you, stands out from the bustling gang crowd,

• custom leather trench coat and fancy ring on his finger to add to the awe.

• the people in the room gawk as their boss and leader wraps an arm around you,

• shocked more or less that a man of his demeanor could get shieldless like that.

• “Hey, baby.” you keen at the sound of his voice, turning your head to kiss him back on his lips. “Thank you for coming today.”

• you fit under his arm like he promised.

• where you belong at most.

• “You know I don’t mind.” you hand a wrench to one of his men you helped in front of you. “But I can’t say the same about the stares I’ve gotten since I walked in here.”

• Mingi’s peeved when he hears your displeasure.

• only wants the best for you.

• would give you everything you’d dream of.

• just for his queen.

• he turns his head in the space over yours to say something into your ear so only you can hear. “Do you want me to do something about it?”

• “No.” you place your hand against your husband’s chest, the once greed for the limelight gone once his attention was all you craved for. “Mr. Song, you have plenty of things on your to do list to do rather than what I’d like for you. I’ll be fine.”

• he growls, eyes glaring like a dog at the men who stared behind the both of you. “Mrs. Song, you know I’ll do anything to make you the happiest woman alive. If you’d just tell me what that is, perhaps you would be happy.”

• you turn up and lay a kiss against his stubble jaw before reassuring, “I am happy, Mingi. I already am.”

• but he thinks he isn’t enough for you sometimes.

• still hates himself for relying on an ally— Seonghwa to watch over you while you finish your studies.

• to his discontent always.

• trying to convince you that you could stop studying all together.

• but you aren’t greedy anymore.

• you have what you need.

• him.

• what fame, fortune, and class could never buy.

• “Mingi-ya.”

• you two are interrupted by some familiar faces. “Now I think you’ve forgotten to enlighten me with your current affairs. Who’s this little gem you’ve managed to snag for yourself here?”

• Mingi protectively towers you,

• body close to consuming yours as the men smile in your direction.

• “Choi San.” your husband forces an airy chuckle. “What a pleasant surprise.”

• “Not as pleasant as yours I see. And what’s your name, gorgeous?”

• you look up at Mingi.

• knowing better than to play with his temper.

• especially in the eyes of other men.

• “Go on, baby.” he whispers lightly by your ear. “Introduce yourself.”

• “Y/n.”

• the cunning man keens. “Ah. The scientist from south side. Seonghwa has spoken of you as well I think. Though Mingi’s affairs were never boastful enough to strike an interest, those rings tell another story.”

• “Ha ha. Enough patronizing, San.” Mingi rolls his eyes at his playful friend. “This is my wife you’re speaking about me to.”

• “It’s nice to know Mingi’s settled down.” San admits genuinely. “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask us.”

• the one beside him, as you came to as know Wooyoung—

• Mingi’s best driver that you’ve met countless times,

• keens at you too.

• “A race here and there won’t hurt anyone either. We’ll leave you two to it. See you lovebirds later!”

• you feel glad.

• knowing Mingi was surrounded by good people despite his.. situation.

• and how yours had turned for the better upon falling in love with him yourself.

• you can’t imagine what your life would be without this man.

• and his eyes tell you the same.

• “I’m sorry for them..” Mingi walks you away and towards nothing in particular. “They’ve known me for so long and like to embarrass me here and there.”

• you giggle at the flustered state you only manage to get him in, shocked others were able to as well.

• “Your friends are kind.” you kiss him again, never being able to reach his lips if he weren’t offering them to you. “And I’m grateful for you and them. Even if they like to tease you.”

• he brings your face in his large hands and kisses you tenderly.

• “I promised you the throne and you always show less of a role than me. You used to want it.” he mumbles with a sigh. “Am I not worth as much anymore?”

• Mingi was everything he needed to be.

• ruthless, sinful, and fatal.

• but in the times he’s reminded that you were his everything?

• he’s everything he wants to be.

• “I’ll stand beside you as your woman, my love.” you revel in his attention, only liking the lime light when it reminds everyone of who he belongs to. “But your role can never be shared. Not a competition to me.”

• he sighs in relief against you.

• peppering you in endless kisses.

• reminding you too of who you belong to.

• “You won my heart, y/n. What more of a race than that?”

• he leaves again.

• because he has to do his own bidding as the mafia king.

• but you’re just a college student that won his competitions as a masked street racer.

• now you’re back to reality— college. waiting till the clock strikes so you’d be back in his arms again.

• you miss the attention you get from your husband dearly.

• hoping for too much after a not-so exciting fight from the both of you a couple days prior.

• his extravagant entails to keep you safe sometimes getting the better of him.

• but you’re surprised when you see San and Seonghwa standing by the rails of the stairs,

• looking disheveled than ever.

• “As much as I love you guys picking me up from school in place of Mingi, I’d much more love to see my husband trying to make up for his own fights.” you glare into their worry. “.. Is he alright?”

• “Try not to make a scene..”

• “As long as he’s not dead, sure.”

• Seonghwa glances to his satan clone, “I wouldn’t say dead..”

• you take the wheel after Seonghwa informs you,

• that your husband recklessly put himself in a line of fire,

• distracted at most by his roaming thoughts.

• how his head hadn’t been screwed on straight for the past nights after your fight.

• you’re racing against everything,

• a long time since you’ve been behind the wheel like this.

• the two in the back in awe by your abilities.

• but you’re more stern on seeing your god forsaken husband.

• not willing to spare him even if things aren’t good between the both of you.

• “Baby?”

• you sigh in relief when you see Mingi staring out the bedroom windows eyebrows furrowed,

• face tethered and bandaged and wounds fresh still.

• he doesn’t answer you when you walk over to meet his glare, sitting beside him on the edge of your shared bed.

• “Baby, look at me.”

• “I don’t see why you’re here.” he coldly snaps his hand away from you, showing his true colors in light of his situation. “Only pitying me when I’m sick.”

• you roll your eyes. “Don’t act like a child, Mingi.”

• his jaw clenches as you scold him for his attitude. “I don’t know what Seonghwa told you but this has nothing to do with you.”

• “Sure.” you lean your hand on his bed, eyebrow cocked up. “Because you always put yourself in a fire fight after I tell you never to.”

• he growls at you. “You do things I tell you not to too! Don’t spin this on me.”

• “Mingi, you sound ridiculous.” you sigh sitting yourself in between his legs, hands upon his jaw. “Stop being so temperamental. I only asked you to lay off the eyes while I attend Hyemi’s bachelorette party next weekend and you’re going out on a whim trying to make a point.”

• yes.

• that’s how trivial the issue was.

• “And I told you already that you going to that bachelorette party is my eyes or nothing at all. What more now that every single enemy I have knows what you look like? Not to mention the disgusting men that’d be present trying to yearn at the likes of you.”

• “You’re worrying for nothing, Mingi. I can take care of myself.”

• “Out of the question.” he snarls at you. “With me as your husband, you don’t need to take care of yourself. That’s my job.”

• you roll your eyes and chuckle. “Fine. If it means keeping you from doing stupid irrational things, you may do as you please.”

• of course it bothers you.

• how possessive your husband gets.

• but he is your husband.

• you also can’t blame him.

• “And in return, don’t ever go into dumb firefights with your men if you aren’t needed. You know better.”

• you ground him as his hands longingly reaches for you, forehead against yours. “I’m sorry..”

• Seonghwa and San watches from the doorway,

• how the younger melts in your hands.

• how well you’d actually be taking the throne beside Mingi—

• maybe doing his job better than he could.

• but Mingi’s boss for a reason.

• and your his for one too.

• “I love you.” you mumble against him. “Just to remind you, you won my heart ages ago. And not a single thing would make me lose to you. Not one.”

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bella-spil · 4 years

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The Game

You and the rest of the Avengers play Cards Against Humanity.

Female reader.

Warnings: TONS of adult topics, TONS of cursing, a little bit of fluff (Don't read if you don't like adult topics)

Word count: 6.2k (sry that this is a longer one!)

A/N: sorry this took so long. I had it saved as a draft, but then my account logged out and I had to retype the whole thing. I hope you like it!!!!

@wednesday-add-em @angrythingstarlight if you wanna be tagged lmk.

"What game would that be, Parker?" Nat asked, suspicious.

"You'll find out if you chose to play," Peter declared.

As everyone else in the room started to wonder what "game" Peter was referring to, you Bucky and Sam were grinning at each other, knowing exactly what's gonna happen. You start daydreaming all the possibilities that might happen, from funny scenarios in the cards to people arguing about who won. They all seem great, but you knew it would be better once everyone would start playing.

"Actually," Wanda announced, getting up from her seat. "I'm pretty tired from the mission and the jet lag. I'm gonna call it a night."

"I am quite exhausted as well," Vision said, pushing his seat in. "I need a rest as well. Goodnight everyone."

"Congrats Y/N and Bucky!" Wanda shouted before she left the room, with Visions hand in hers.

"Wait, how can the android be tired?" Clint asked. Then everyone in the room knew what the two avengers were going to be doing tonight.

"WE KNOW YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FUCK TONIGHT!!!" Tony screamed at them. Wanda heard Tony and flipped him off, still walking to her room with Vision. Everyone at the table was laughing from Tonys antics, but you knew everyone might lose their voices by the end of tonight.

"So," Peter interrupted the laughing. "Is anyone else going to leave to fuck?"

All the avengers look at one another, seeing if anyone else would dare to get up from the table. Nobody made a move, except for Steve who just squirmed in his seat, knowing he wasnt going to leave for fucking. He wasn't the best in moments where there was something inappropriate involved, but he had a feeling that's what tonight would be full of. So he decided to man up and stand his ground.

"I dont think Im gonna fuck anybody tonight, unless Nat says so," Sam acknowledged. Nat rolled her eyes at him and kicked him underneath the table. Sam shifted in his seat, tears building up like a bomb about to explode. Nat smiled to herself, not letting anyone get suspicious of her in any way.

"Lets go kid," Tony said.

"Alright then," Peter smiled. "Everyone, follow me."

Everyone followed Peter and got up from the table. As they were following Peter, some of the avengers were whispering to one another. They had no clue about what was happening, which made everything more exciting. As they made their way to the living room, the game was already set up by Peter. The cards were arranged neatly onto the coffee table into piles with little tags on top of them so everyone knew what they were for. You patted Peter on the back to show how thankful you were for him.

He smiled back at you and whispered, "You owe me for this."

Then you glared at him and lit your hand on fire and shoved it in Peter's face.

"No, I don't think I do," you replied, smugly. Peter gulped and inches away from you, not wanting to have his ass kicked before the game even started. As you and Peter were bickering, the others behind you, except for Bucky, realized what the game was. You could hear sighs of realization behind you and internally grinned. You knew keeping them guessing would pay off in the long run.

"Oh, so we are playing this game?" Tony chuckled.

"Now I know why you and Parker were acting weird." Nat said, smiling at you.

"Told you you'd find out." you said.

"Ok are we playing in teams or going rogue?" Clint asked.

"In teams," Peter answered. "Me and y/n already came up with teams of two and team names."

"Oh god," Clint and Nat sigh while Tony is rolling his eyes. Sam snickers, thinking team names are for little kids but Steve is looking at the cards, not knowing what they are.

"Wait, guys. What is this game?" Steve questioned. Everyone rolls their eyes at him and sighs. Steve was very outdated, and even though he has been in modern times for about a decade now, he still had a ton of catching up to do.

"What?" Steve groaned. "Ive been frozen for 70 years. Give me a break!"

"Steve, you're not the only one that's a bit outdated. You have had a few more years to catch up then I have and I still know what this is." Bucky protested, earning a snicker from everyone else on the team while Steve rolled his eyes and lightly punched Bucky in the arm.

"Mr. Rogers," F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in. "Do you know the game Apples to Apples?"

"Yeah why?" Steve asked the A.I.

"Well, Cards Against Humanity is basically that game. The only difference is that Cards Against Humanity is for a more mature audience."

"That's a good way of putting it," Tony mocked.

"Ok thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.," Steve said. "I'm all good now."

"C'mon guys what are the teams?" Clint asked, getting impatient.

"I hope I'm with Nat." Sam whispered, glancing at Nat once again. Sam winked at her, but she punched him in the arm. Nat liked using physical violence, but only went necessary, or if someone was annoying her, like Sam. Everyone chuckled, but then they drew their attention back to Peter, who was waiting to announce the teams.

"Ok, first is me and Mr. Stark." Peter announced. "We are the Student and Master."

"Kid, if we lose, I will take your suit away for a week." Tony declared as he high fived Peter. Peter gulped and took a seat with Tony around the table. Everyone else was standing up, waiting to hear their name be called.

"Then, we have Steve and Nat, the Spys." you said. Steve and Nat smiled at each other and sat down in front of Tony and Peter. Sam, however, was not impressed and his mouth was to the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Sam shrieked. "You put Star Spangled Banner with Nat?"

"The teams were already made," you shrugged. "If you wanted to be with her so badly, you should have made a request."

"I hate you," Sam retorted. "I hope i'm not with the Wiener Soldier over there."

"Shut it Pigeon," Bucky snapped. You rolled your eyes at the two of them, who were still throwing looks at each other like they were elementary school kids that got into an argument.

"Then me and Bucky are together," you said, taking a seat with the Winter Soldier on the right of Steve and Nat. Everyone made kissy noises and ooed at the two of you as you sat down.

"Wait you forgot the team name!" Clint remembered. You sighed before saying the embarrassing name.

"I didn't come up with the names, Peter did," you said, singling Peter out. "We are the Lovebirds." After you said the team name, everyone continued their antics of making kissing noises and everything else.

"Guess we are together, Clint," Sam realized, since Clint and himself were the last two people standing up. They took their seats on the left of Steve and Nat, making themselves directly across from you and Bucky. It seemed as if they did it on purpose, but you didn't care about that. You were waiting for their reaction to their team name.

"Y/N, what's their team name?" Nat asked. You and Bucky looked at each other, giggling like 5 year olds.

"Peter, would you like to do the honors?" you asked.

Peter sighed, knowing this would end up good, but continued anyway. "The Birdbrains." Everyone started howling in laughter. Sam and Clint looked at each other, then back at Peter, ready to pounce on him like lions.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!!!!" Sam shouted, running after Peter with Clint following suit. Due to his Spidey Sense, Peter was able to dodge the two of them and ran out of the room, followed by an angry Sam and Clint. Steve and Tony ran after them, trying to get the Birdbrains to come to their senses. You and Nat rolled your eyes at each other while Bucky was sitting there chucking.

"Ugh, men," Nat sighed.

You giggled as the five men took their seats. Sam was still annoyed, smoke coming out of his ears. Clint seemed ok, he looked like he enjoyed running after Peter. Peter was laughing, not trying to be rude, but he was trying to control himself.

"Im gonna kill you," Sam said.

"Sure Birdbrain," Peter smirks.

As everyone gets the laughter out of their systems before the game starts, each team picks seven white cards from the pile. Each team read their cards, giggling at some of them and having to hold in a cackle for others.

"Ok who is going to be the judges first?" Steve asked.

"I mean Y/N and Bucky," Nat responded as if it was obvious. "It's only fair that they go first."

"Ok then," you said, grabbing the first black card of the night. You grabbed the card and read it, and then you started laughing and showed it to Bucky. He laughed as well and the both of you were able to regain your senses to read the card.

"Bucky you wanna read it?" you ask, still smiling.

"Sure," Bucky replied. He cleared his throat before going on to read the card. "Fun tip! When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with ______."

Everyone started to laugh again. But then, everyone's mode shifted from having fun to competition mode. Everyone in the Avengers hated losing anything and tonight was no exception. Each team was in deep discussion with their partners, deciding which card was the best to win the round. After a couple of minutes, each team put their cards in the middle for you and Bucky to read.

"Ok," Bucky cleared his throat again. "Fun tip! When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with..." He stopped to read the first white card. "Drowning kids in the bathtub! Holy shit!" Everyone started laughing, including you. That card was very dark, and very funny.

"When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with… an erection that lasts longer than 4 hours." Everyone lightly chuckled at this one, it wasn't as funny as the first card.

"Lastly, when your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with… explaining how viaginas work. Ok this one works for Steve 100%!" Everyone laughed and agreed with Bucky. Steve was smiling, not laughing. He was trying to not show how true that was but it wasn't working out that well for him.

Then you and Bucky turned to one another and discussed who won this round. You whispered for about less than a minute, since there was an obvious winner. Then you and Bucky turned around to the three teams and announced your decision.

"Drowning kids in the bathtub wins!" you declare. Then Peter and Tony cheer and high five each other.

"We did it!" Peter cheered.

"Got ya, suckers!" Tony bragged.

"Wait, how many black cards do you need to win?" Clint asked. You looked at Peter, who shrugged. It was a very good question, and you needed a minute to think about it.

"How about the first team with 10 black cards wins?" you ask. Everyone nodded and the game resumed.

"Ok, Peter, Tony, you judge." Bucky said.

Tony reached up to grab the card. As he read it, he kept snickering. When he finished, he showed Peter the card as he leaned into Peter's shoulder for support. Peter was chuckling as well and leaned on Tony's head. As far as you knew, Tony was very tough with Peter, but now, seeing them all cuddled up together laughing, it proved y9ou very wrong. It took you by surprise, but you loved how cute they were together. Tony was the father figure in Peter's life that he needed, and he was that figure for you as well.

"You wanna read it, Peter?" Tony asked.

"Sure," Peter said. "When I was tripping on acid, ______ turned into ________." Everyone chuckled at how ridiculous the card sounded and started to choose their cards for the round.

"Wait, how will you guys know which card goes first?" Steve asked.

"Put the first card on the top and the second one on the bottom." Peter replied. Steve gave him a thumbs up and continued talking with Nat.

As everyone was choosing their cards, you and Bucky were doing the exact same thing. But in the middle of it, Bucky called you "doll." Normally there's nothing wrong with this, it was something he called you since the two of you met. But Sam was in the room. And he heard it. After Bucky said it, Sam started cackling like a witch. He was rolled over on the floor, clutching to his stomach and tears covering his face. Everyone else looked up and wondered what in the world was so funny, since none of them heard Bucky's nickname for you. You didn't know why he was laughing, but Bucky knew the exact reason. He wasn't going to say anything to draw attention to himself or you. Instead he just gave a death stare at Sam, and nobody noticed.

"Partner, you good down there?" Clint asked, confused. Sam was still laughing as he got up from the floor.

"Yeah," Sam coughed. After he caught his breath, he saw Bucky glaring at him. He waved at Bucky, like he had no clue what he did. When your head was looking at the cards, he flipped Sam off and Sam stuck his tongue out and put his finger by his throat, signaling that Bucky would get it later. Bucky rolled his eyes and returned his attention back to you and the game.

After a couple minutes, three cards were placed in the middle, ready to be read by the Student and Master.

"Everyone hush!!! Tony scolded, and everyone in the room immediately shut up. "Thank you. Kid, you may read the first card."

"Thanks Mr. Stark," Peter said. "When I was tripping on acid, Danny DeVito turned into pixelated bukkake! Oh my god! What the FUCK?" Everyone was clutching on the remaining air that was left in their lungs. All of the teams were laughing to the point where faces were turning purple.

"What does that mean?" Steve quietly asked, not wanting a lecture about how pure he was. But everyone heard since the laughter was dying down, but it resumed once more after what Steve said. It took another couple of minutes for everyone to control themselves again.

"I'll explain later, Steve." Sam reassured. Steve rolled his eyes and let Tony and Peter continue.

"Ok, when I was tripping on acid, blowing my boyfriend so hard he shits turned into incest." Peter continued. He laughed at the end and everyone joined him.

"My turn, shut up!!" Tony barked. "Ahem. When I was tripping on acid, my sex life turned into..." Tony never finished reading the card. His eyes were glued to the last white card. It was like he did not comprehend what was on the card.

"Am I- am I reading this right?" he asked Peter. Peter took a look at the card and he snorted.

"Yeah.. yeah." Peter snickered. "You are reading that right, Mr. Stark."

"Ok I just wanted to make sure i'm not getting too old." Tony said. "When I was tripping on acid, my sex life turned into braiding three penises into a twizzler. Alright, who the fuck thinks this is ok?"

Everyone was cackling and laughing again. Tony was ranting on about how obscene the card was and how that would never work in real life, which was making it harder to stop laughing. Once Tony was finished complaining and asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. if the card was able to actually happen, the laugher subsided and Tony and Peter started deliberating. They took longer than you and Bucky, which made it seem as if it was a close round. Finally, Peter stood up and revealed the winning card.

"Before I announce the winning card, I have a question for Mr. Rogers." Peter announced.

"Sure, Peter. Whats up?" Steve asked.

"Did you understand what the last card meant?" Peter asked. Everyone chuckled lightly. Not that it wasn't funny. Everyone knew if they laughed too hard, they would have a hard time breathing.

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically before answering the question. "Yes. I understood that reference."

Bucky stood up and started applauding for Steve. He was joined by you, Nat, Tony and the Birdbrains. Steve stood up and took a bow, thanking everyone and waving like a celebrity.

"Thank god you did," Nat sighed in relief.

"Finally, you get something!" Bucky rejoiced.

"This was a close one but the sex life one wins for sure!" Peter said.

Clint and Sam got up again and started to cheer, high fiving and chest bumping. They even did some weird thing that was supposed to be a bird call, since they were the Birdbrains. To you, it sounded like a cat dying in an alleyway from food poisoning. Once they finished their bird call, the Birdbrains sat down and bragged about their first win of the night.

"Yeah yeah! Deal wit dat!" Sam yelled.

"Losers!" Clint cheered, making an "L" with his hand and putting it on his forehead.

"We will see who has the last laugh," Nat grunted.

"Birdbrains!" you chimed in.

"Shut it Lovebirds!" Sam shouted back at the two of you. He went to pick up the next black card. Bucky looked around the room, not knowing why he was blamed and not Nat. Nat smirked at Bucky and Bucky just rolled his eyes. You giggled while Bucky stuck the middle finger back at Sam, for the like the 100th time tonight.

Sam and Clint read the card and started to laugh again, but it wasn't a big one, just a chuckle.

"Hehe. Shut it Clint. I gotta read the card!" Sam scolded. Clint stopped laughing, but his face looked like it was about to explode any minute now as Sam started to read the card.

"White people like _____" Sam read. Everyone giggled and went back to their groups to decide which card would be the best. In a few minutes, each team was ready and placed their cards in the middle.

"We got this one Steve." Nat said.

"Yeah, Nat. Lets go!" Steve cheered as he high fived his partner.

"No, Spys," Tony sighed. "We do because we are the best. No questions needed to be asked. Right kid?"

"Yes sir!" Peter joined in. The two of them fist bumped and made faces at the Spys and Lovebirds.

"Oh be quiet," Bucky sighed. "Let the stupid Birdbrains read the fucking cards." You smiled as Bucky held his arm around you a little tighter than before. You knew Bucky wasn't the most patient person, and it seemed like the Birdbrains were taking as long as possible just to annoy your boyfriend. You knew you would win in the end though. And if you didn't, the Winter Soldier would kick their asses to their graves.

"Thank you. Ahem," Sam cleared his throat. "White people like jerking off into a pool of children's tears. Holy fuck." Everyone laughed at the card, just like all the others before it.

"That's my kind of humor. Continue Sam." Clint chuckled. You knew Clint had a very different sense of humor than most of the people at the Compound. You had become friends with him by understanding his jokes that nobody else understood. Even Peter was able to understand some of Clint humor, which was a shocker to everyone. Clint enjoyed having someone that understood him, even if it was for jokes about drowning kids.

"Next, white people like.." Sam never finished reading the card. He shoved the card in Clints face and walked out of the room to get a breath of fresh air. Clint looked at everyone to see if they knew why he walked out, but you and everyone else were just as lost. Then Clint looked at the card and had an "aha" moment.

"White people like a falcon with a cap on its head." Clint finished. Everyone knew the card wasn't funny. But since Sam's superhero name was "Falcon," it seemed so funny. Bucky was trying very hard not to laugh and so were Steve, Nat and Clint. Peter was about to laugh, but Tony was able to cover Peter's mouth in time. Tony raised his free hand to his mouth, making a "shush" motion. You were sitting there, smirking to yourself since you knew it wasn't the right time to laugh.

Then Sam came back into the room after a couple of minutes. He was clearly upset of something so stupid, which made it even harder not to laugh. Sam was staring at you and Bucky, thinking it was the two of you since Bucky and him were friends, but not really. Sam was eyeing everyone in the room like a hawk, trying to see if anyone had changed their facial expression or something else.

"Sam, you wanna read the last card?" Clint asked.

"No," Sam stated, bluntly. "You read it."

"White people like three dicks at the same time." Clint finished with a light chuckle, and all the other teams followed suit.

"Ok, drowning kids in the bathtub wins." Clint decided, without having to deliberate.

"Agreed." Sam said.

Bucky picked you up in the air and spun you around. He hugged you so tight, you had to tap him so you could breath. As you and Bucky bask in your victory, Sam is still looking at the Student and Master and the Spies. He was being a detective, looking for little details that might lead him to the culprits that put that card down.

"Who put the fucking card down?" Sam asked. All of the sudden, Tony and Peter start laughing out of control. Sam knew those two were the criminals in his crime. He took a deep breath, trying his best not to go over and take Peter down to the ground.

"Im gonna kill you." Sam growled.

"Save it Birdbrain," Nat told off. "First team to ten. Then you can kill them."

"You bet yo ass I will," Sam grunted.

~~~

The rest of the night carried on in a flash. The night was filled with laughter, smiles and cheers as each team won a round. When you started playing, it was around 8:30 pm. But now, it was 11:50 pm. Everyone was definitely tired, as everyone started to yawn and get bags underneath their eyes.

You and Bucky were doing very well together. You guys won a ton of rounds and always celebrated with Bucky hugging you and spinning you around the room. But you weren't tired. The adrenaline from the game was serving as a source of energy, and it was the same source for all the other teams too.

Peter and Tony were doing very well too. They won a couple rounds as well and they always high fived when they won. But whenever they lost, Tony threatened Peter, saying he would take away his suit and suspend him from being an Avenger. And as the night progressed, you and everyone kept forgetting the score for your teams. So Tony asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to keep track of the score for the rest of the night. And she did, very well.

Sam and Clint were very competitive and sometimes it served in their favor. They won a few like you and Bucky and Peter and Tony. Clint was yawning by 9:50, he wasn't used to staying up late, but he was having fun nonetheless. Sam, however, was full of energy, matching your level. He grabbed tons and tons of candy, ice cream and other junk food as the night progressed, serving as a food and energy source for all of the teams. Sam ate so much in fact that he got a sugar high at about 10:00 pm, but it wore off a few minutes later.

Steve and Nat were doing good,but not as well and you and Bucky. They won a few rounds, sure, but not as many as they would like. Nat was pretty calm, but when Sam was "high" he was trying to be smooth and get Nat to go out with him. She hit him repeatedly, and she smiled with gusto as she did, which made you laugh. Steve to your surprise, was getting a little worked up. He sighed in annoyance whenever they lost a round, and roared in happiness whenever they won.

~~~

"Ok, what's the score F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Nat asked.

"The score for the Lovebirds is nine," F.R.I.D.A.Y. recited. "The Spies have seven. The Student and Master have nine as well. And finally, the Birdbrains have nine. Is that all Mrs. Romanoff?"

"Your good, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y." Nat thanked.

"Ok since you guys have nine each, me and Nat will judge this last round." Steve said. "This is it, the last one. Winner takes all!"

As Steve finished his speech, Nat rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath as she went to grab the final black card.. You knew Bucky had superb hearing, so you leaned to ask him what she said.

"Buck, what did she say?" you asked, quietly.

"She was just saying something about how Steve has a speech for every little thing." Bucky whispered. You giggled under your breath.

As Nat read the card, she showed it to Steve, who started to giggle like a five year old.

"Steve, this isn't that funny," Nat groaned.

"Just read the card," Steve sighed as he regained control of his breathing.

"Ugh." Nat sighed. "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on _____." Everyone chuckled at the card and turned to their partners for the last time.

"Kid, this is it," Tony said.

"Yep," Peter said.

"We gotta go big or go home." Tony said. Then, Tony and Peter looked through the cards and finally, they had their eyes set on their winning card.

"This, my student, is gold," Tony remarked. "No, no. Scratch that. It's the diamond in the rough."

"Do you know the movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?" Peter asked.

"Yeah why?"

"Well, this card is like our golden ticket to victory Mr. Stark." Peter said.

"I don't want another pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the night. You understand?" Tony scolded. Peter gulped as Tony placed their card in the middle of the table.

"Clint?" Sam asked.

"Sam?" Clint asked.

"This is it." Sam said.

"This is it." Clint said. "We gotta give 'em the money."

"Give em the money!"

"We gotta win."

"We have to show those little shits who the fucking bosses are." Sam declared.

"Yes sir," Clint agreed. As the Birdbrains were chanting, boosting their confidence, they interrupted Bucky's train of thought, and yours as well. To you, they sounded like the football teams in the locker room. When the coach is giving the team a pep talk during the halftime show in the Superbowl, boosting the teams confidence. You were giggling to yourself as you heard them, and Bucky caught on. As you looked back at him, you saw a glimmer in his heavenly, blue eyes, filled with mischief. He had his signature smirk, his one for trouble on as well.

"Doll, watch this," he whispered. He looked over at Sam and Clint, and you waited to see what he would do next.

"YEAH BIRDBRAINS! PREACH!!!" he shouted, clapping his hands and cheering them on, mocking them.

Sam and Clint immediately stop and glare at Bucky, who is smirking at them and batting his eyelashes at them, while you are cuddled up into his shoulder laughing at the Winter Soldiers antics.

"SHUT IT LOVEBIRDS!!!" Sam and Clint clap back.

"Ok, before we were so RUDELY interrupted," Sam grunted.

"Very RUDELY," Clint agreed.

"Do you agree that this one is the winner?" Sam asked. Clint looked at the card that Sam was referring to and nodded his head. Then Sam took the card and placed it in the middle. You and Bucky were the team that everyone was waiting for.

"Ok doll," Bucky said. "Don't worry. We got this in the bag."

"Yeah we got this." you agreed, smiling at your boyfriend.

Bucky looked at the other teams and pointed at them while they were waiting for you guys. "They don't know who they are dealing with. They are messing with the fucking Lovebirds and they have made a BIG fucking mistake."

"Yeah we got this. Also.." you said slyly, biting your lip at Bucky, putting your hand in his hair and leaning into his ear so only he could hear. "If we do win.. We can have some fun later, if you know what I mean."

When you pulled away, looking back at the cards, you looked at Bucky through the corner of your eyes. His eyes bulged open and he looked at you, smirking and biting his bottom lip.

"Oh doll," he groaned, his voice deeper and as smooth as chocolate.

"This card looks good right?" you asked, your tone completely changed from full of lust to innocence. Bucky kept staring at you and smiled at you. He always had a hard time believing he was dating you, but tonight, he realized he wanted you till the day he died.

"Yeah, you do." he blushed. You giggled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek before you put your card into the middle.

"Ok everyone ready?" Steve asked, grabbing the cards from the table. Everyone nodded, nerves were bouncing off the walls for all the teams.

"First card." Steve announced. "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on..." He looked at the card and snickered, making sure his eyes weren't play tricks on him. "I'm high on anal beads." The room was roaring with laughter as Steve blushed after reading the card. It took everyone about 10 minutes to calm down and let the Spies read the next card.

"That's method." Tony sighed.

"That's fucked up," Nat coughed.

"That's kinky as fuck!" Sam exclaimed.

"Next: Kids, I dont need drugs to get high," Nat read. "I'm high on selling crack to children." Nat's voice cracked with shock as she finished reading the card in horror. Everyone cracked up even more.

"That's sick!" Clint said.

"Twisted!" Peter agreed.

"Ok whoever put that card down has the balls and I fucking live for it." you smiled, still laughing.

"What the hell?" Bucky sighed, putting his head in his metal hand, trying to process what Nat read.

"Then, last but not least, Nat will you do the honors?" Steve asked.

"It would be my honor," Nat grinned. Before she started reading, she cleared her throat, overexagrating a little bit, which caused everyone to chuckle. "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on… what the fuck?" Nat looked at the card she had to read and started cackling like a witch.

"Nat, you ok over there?" you asked.

"Yeah Im fine." Nat chuckled. "I'm high on a good sniff." Everyone in the room was soon cackling like Nat. And you sounded like witches. You wondered how Wanda and Vision were "sleeping" with all the noise you guys were making. After everyone calmed down, Steve wasn't out of breath like everyone else.

"Nat, that means what I think it means right?" Steve asked quietly.

"What do you think it means Steve?" Nat sighed. Steve leaned into her ear and whispered what he thought it was. You asked Bucky if he could hear what he said, but your boyfriend shook his head. After Steve finished telling Nat, she nodded her head and rolled her eyes at her stupid partner.

"Yes Steve." Nat groaned. "That's what 'a good sniff' means, you idiot."

"Thought you would have gotten that, pal," Bucky mocked.

"I did, I just wanted to make sure what I thought was correct." Steve stated.

"Steve, how do you not understand anything?" Bucky asked.

"Bucky, I thought you always fucked the girls on the first date in the forties. Did you yet?" Steve asked, trying to come back at Bucky. But it didn't really make sense because you were still a virgin. Tony rolled his eyes in the corner and you sighed.

"Did you fuck a girl yet?" Bucky snapped.

"Steve, do we have a winner?" Nat interrupted, stopping the old men from bickering any longer.

"No, I have no clue," Steve answered. "This was a close round. Do you want to decide somewhere else, so they don't hear? This might take a while."

"Yeah, lets go to the bathroom," Nat said. "Take the cards with you." Steve followed Nat, but Sam wasn't going to let Nat leave so quickly.

"Dont fuck him Nat!!!" Sam pleaded, shouting as loud as he could. "He will lose his powers!" Steve turned his back to face Sam, who was smiling back at him. Steve rolled his eyes and followed Nat, and as he walked down the hall, he flipped Sam off. Nat did as well.

You, Peter and Tony were laughing your asses off, laughing at Steve and Nat as they were in the bathroom. Clint was on his phone, texting his wife.

Meanwhile, Sam and Bucky were making fun of Steve. You heard them saying how much trouble Steve would be having if he was actually fucking Nat. They were saying how Nat would be the dominant one and Steve would be like a ragdoll. You were listening to Sam and Bucky more then Tony and Peter, since what Bucky and Sam were talking about interested you way more.

After about 10 minutes or so, Steve and Nat came out of the bathroom. You, Sam and Bucky were eyeing them very closely, seeing if their hair was messed up, if their clothes were wrinkled, if they had hickeys, but there were no signs of physical contact. Sam, however, wasn't letting up.

"I hope you didn't give him a quickie," Sam mocked.

"Fuck off, Birdbrain," Nat scoffed. "Steve, do you want to announce the winning team?"

"Sure," Steve nodded. "Drumroll, please."

Everyone patted their legs, making a drumroll noise. But Tony just waved his hand for everyone to stop.

"Guys stop, just stop." Tony commanded. "We have an A.I. for a reason. F.R.I.D.A.Y., drumroll." F.R.I.D.A.Y. followed her orders and played a drumroll.

"The winning card is….." Steve announced. "A GOOD SNIFF!!!" You and Bucky erupted from your seats like a volcano. Your hair started to glow and you floated in the air for a second. Everyone saw you and thought you looked like a living candle. Bucky hugged you and spun you around the room in his arms. Bucky kissed you and you kissed him back. Not a makeout, but just a long kiss, filled with passion and love.

Sam and Clint got pissed that they didn't win, but they clapped for you, very slowly. Peter clapped for you and cheered, but Tony just sighed and made gagging noises when he saw you kissing. Nat was smiling at the two of you, and so was Steve. They looked like proud parents, smiling in approval of how happy you and Bucky were.

"YES!! We won!!" Bucky shouted.

"Told ya we would!" You cheered. "Take that, Birdbrains!"

"Yeah, yeah good job. I'm going to bed." Tony groaned and headed up to the elevator, which led him to his room which was on the top floor. You sighed and said goodnight anyways.

"I should call it a night," Clint said.

"Me too. See ya tomorrow, lovebirds!" Nat said. You and Bucky waved goodbye as the two of them headed to their rooms.

"Congratulations guys. See ya tomorrow!" Steve said.

"They was cheatin." Sam bickered.

"Cmon birdbrain, lets go," Steve sighed. Sam was bickering with Steve all the way to their rooms, and as they got further away, you could still hear them, which made you laugh. The only people left in the room were you Bucky and Peter.

"I'm so happy that it worked," Peter said. "Congrats by the way!"

"Thanks Peter! I had so much fun!" you smiled.

"Yeah, it was great," Bucky agreed. "I owe ya big time, Spiderling."

"Oh, thanks grandpa." Peter grinned. "You have no idea what you owe me." Then you guys cleaned up the remaining cards and headed back to your rooms. Peter said goodnight to the two of you and you and the Winter Soldier headed to his room.

"When we get back to my room," Bucky said as you were walking. "We earn our reward."

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Zakkura at the Golden Saucer. Fluffy but funny! Though, honestly, I'll be happy with anything. Thank you!!

The pressure was on Cloud now, and it was nearly palpable in the air around him. All of his muscles were tense as he waited, slowing his breathing and trying to focus. His grip around the leather tightened. His eyes darted around to collect all the information he could later use to his advantage. His entire body was taut like a bow, aimed and ready to find its target true. Cloud only had one mission to fulfill here tonight, and failure was absolutely not an option. Too much hung in the balance of his success.

“Let’s do this fair and square,” his opponent smirked, and Cloud glared at him in return.

“Bring it,” he taunted, and took one last deep breath as the announcer chimed in.

“And... begin!”

The bang of the starter gun was deafening, but not as deafening as Zack’s whooping as he kicked his chocobo into a well-timed starting sprint.

“Seeya later, Cloudy!” Zack taunted, sticking his tongue out at the blonde who frowned at his own missed start and kicked his canary yellow chocobo into a gallop.

“It’s okay,” he reassured his mount (and himself). “This is the long track. Zack stands no chance if he doesn’t remember that.”

His chocobo crowed in acknowledgement, and settled into its rapid pace. Cloud kept his eyes peeled for obstacles, leading the animal over the initially simple bumps and turns in the race track. He didn’t mean to brag, but he was actually quite talented at chocobo riding.

It just so happened that Zack “Golden Child” Fair was also good at it. Unfairly so. Cloud just wanted to knock him down a peg, finally have something to tease Zack about, for all the teasing the latter did for him.

Speaking of the man, Cloud huffed self-satisfactorily as he saw him turn the next sharp bend. As expected, his charcoal grey chocobo had slowed down after its initial burst of energy, allowing Cloud to catch up with his steady pace.

“How’s that overconfidence treating you?” he taunted as he came up behind Zack, enjoying the brief flash of panic in the older boy’s eyes.

“Rather well, thanks for asking!” Zack grinned, not seeming too worried. “Don’t worry Cloudy! I’m sure you’ll look ravishing in that dress!”

“Like I’d actually let you force me into another one of those things.” Having brief flashbacks to Don Corneo’s mansion, Cloud could only shudder.

He focused on avoiding the more treacherous mountain terrain for a bit, distancing himself from Zack to take it easier and steer his chocobo away from the pitfalls and rocks, smug when he noticed Zack’s chocobo trip and stumble in the distance with a loud crow and an accompanying cry of surprise. That was Cloud’s opportunity to catch up again, this time side-by-side with Zack.

“Don’t get your feathers too ruffled when I win,” he scoffed, lowering his body to ease his chocobo into a sprint. The wind whipped past him, whistling in his ear, but it wasn’t loud enough to cover up the sound of Zack’s loud, unrestrained laughter.

“Was that a pun?” he laughed, also lowering his weight to keep up with Cloud in his sprint. “I can’t believe it. A pun! From Mr. Sunshine himself!”

“Stop talking,” Cloud gruffly said, feeling his cheeks heat up despite the cold wind on his face. “I’ll push you off your mount.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Zack’s voice suddenly dropped and oh, there was the competitive streak that had started this ordeal in the first place. A shiver ran across Cloud’s body, heating him up at the sound of that tone.

“Don’t test me,” he threatened, bringing his chocobo closer until he was within reach of Zack and shoving his shoulder roughly. At least Zack hadn’t seemed to expect it of him, his chocobo veering off course slightly and narrowly avoiding a protruding tree root in consequence.

If Cloud wore a smug smirk on his face as he took the lead, nobody saw.

“Hey, I’m coming for ya!” Never the quitting type, Zack quickly caught back up to him, this time taking the lead on the assault by trying to bump Cloud’s chocobo off the path. Cloud pulled on the reigns tightly to keep his mount on the right track, and while he was focused, Zack leaned over and grabbed his arm. “Two can play at that game!”

“Let go!” Cloud grunted, trying to shake the annoyance off, tightening his legs around his mount to use both of his hands to pry Zack off. The latter only seemed to be having the time of his life like this, also letting go of the reigns in order to wrestle Cloud in what was likely a violation of at least four rules on the racetrack.

“Come on, Cloudy, you can do better!”

“You’re so annoying... Get off!”

“Can’t make me! I’ll do what I have to to win!”

“In your dreams, weirdo.”

Zack laughed at that, genuinely amused, and perhaps it was the radiant grin on his face that suddenly took Cloud’s breath away. His heart skipped a beat as if free-falling when he looked at the sheer happiness on his partner’s expression.

Less than a year ago, golden days like these seemed unattainable for both of them, each one stuck in a nightmare of their own. How far they’d come, Cloud realized, simply by never giving up on one another.

Instead of having his eyes on Zack’s blinding euphoria, however, he should have paid attention to the racetrack. It was the panicked cawing of his chocobo that drew him out of his contemplation, and he turned to the front urgently.

Too little too late, Cloud noted the boulder in their path at the same time as Zack did. Just when Cloud felt the grip on his arm begin to loosen, their chocobos let out twin cries of panic and each split into a different direction to avoid the boulder.

“Whoa!” Before they knew it, they were both free-falling off their mounts, hanging on tightly to one another in the absence of all else, the gesture nearly ingrained into them after so long of it having kept them alive. It wasn’t too tall of a drop, but when they landed awkwardly in a tangle of limbs, it was undeniably painful.

“Oww....” Zack groaned, finally letting go once they were on solid ground, sitting up to rub his head where he’d cracked it against the ground.

“This is why you should’ve been more careful,” Cloud complained, mimicking the action and cradling his elbow where it had impacted the ground painfully, lightning bolts shooting all the way into his shoulder. At the sight of him, Zack’s face only split into a grin again, despite the spot of blood welling up on his forehead. “Hey, be serious for a second!”

“No way,” Zack chuckled. “That was fun. Sucks we didn’t finish the race though.”

“Zack!”

“Is your arm okay?”

“Yes, it’s...” Cloud groaned, realizing he wouldn’t be winning this. “It’s fine. Zack, that was dangerous.”

“There are worse dangers in life,” Zack casually said, and meant it. Shrugging, he put his hand out to inspect Cloud’s arm, making sure it wasn’t broken. “So wait... if neither of us won, then who’s going to wear the dress!?”

“Nobody’s wearing dresses!” the blonde grumbled, jumping when Zack touched a sensitive part of his arm.

“But you’d be so pretty...”

“I will end you.”

Zack laughed at that, letting Cloud’s arm go to instead cradle his jaw in his hands. They were dusty from the fall but warm, and Cloud immediately felt his heart skip a beat. Almost on instinct, his eyes darted down to his lips, feeling light at the sight of the beautiful, simple smile etched on them.

“Alright, it’s a tie, then,” Zack conceded in a softer voice, caressing Cloud’s cheek. “Consolation prize?”

“You’re such a baby.” He said that, but Cloud did lean in to kiss him, soft and brief, enjoying every moment of it. It was at times like these that he realized how close he’d come to losing Zack forever, and he hated the feeling of anxiety that came with all of their moments together.

“Mhm,” Zack hummed, drawing back and then back in for another kiss, slightly longer this time. “Sorry for pushing you off. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine.” Cloud didn’t dare open his eyes just yet, just in case this was just another mako dream. “Glad you’re well enough to keep making fun of me.”

“I’ll make fun of you even on my deathbed,” Zack promised lightly, although there was something bitter to it that prompted Cloud to lean in and hold on tight to him.

The two of them stayed there for a minute, tangled in one another and breathing softly in tandem, letting the joy of their peaceful moment together wash away all the doubts that always sat at the back of their minds. The “what if”s and “could’ve been”s faded from attention, replaced instead by the acute awareness of how warm, solid, and alive they were under one another’s hands.

Cloud couldn’t imagine where he would be now if not in Zack’s arms.

“Hey! Lovebirds!”

“Well, moment’s over,” Zack chuckled, moving away from Cloud just in time to see Aerith ride around the bend, heading their way on a beautiful white chocobo. Tifa followed not too far behind on a pink mount, worry etched on her face as she spotted them.

“We totally saw you wipe out on the cameras!” Aerith laughed shamelessly as she stopped next to them. “You two owe damages to the racetrack owner, just saying.”

“Oh, good. More money we don’t have.” Cloud punctuated that sentence with a glare directed at his other half, who, in return, simply chuckled sheepishly.

“Oops.”

“Well, climb on. Tifa and I will take you back,” Aerith prompted. “Gotta say, though... there really are more romantic places to make out than on the chocobo racing track.”

“Eh,” Zack shrugged, helping Cloud stand and linking their fingers together. “We’re used to just taking whatever opportunity we can get.” And Cloud clung on tightly, renewing his eternal vow never to let go.

#zakkura #full disclaimer ive only played the remake and im avoiding og ff7 spoilers #so i dont actually know anything abt the golden saucer i just watched a couple videos #i hope its okay wweeehhhh i feel like i coulda done better #ff7 #ff7r #ffvii #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #clack #cin's writing

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serendipitykpop · 4 years

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distant love

Pairing: huang renjun x reader

Summary: “Our distant love.”

You glanced at the clock.

It was nearly time.

You couldn’t help feeling restless as you watched the minutes tick by. There were only a few minutes until he called. When you can hear him again. When you can see him again. When you can be with him again.

3. 2. 1.

And your phone rang. Right on the dot of midnight.

You smiled, rolling onto your side as you clicked the answer button. Then, there he was.

“Renjun,” You softly called him.

Upon hearing your sweet voice, his beaming face came into view. His smile was as big as ever. He couldn’t contain his excitement anymore and it was obvious to see that he was happy to see you.

“Y/N!”

You laughed. “Someone’s got energy today.”

“Just finished a concert and showered, so I’m still full of adrenaline.”

Your eyes softened. Even though he pushed himself beyond his limit sometimes, was hard on himself so many times, you knew he loved performing. It was his calling. His dream.

“How was it?”

Renjun’s eyes shone as he spoke energetically about the concert. What songs they sang, the segments they did, the shenanigans they pulled and how the fans reacted to all of it. He always pulled you in when he spoke of this. It made you want to see him sooner, to see him doing what he was so immersed in.

While he spoke, you admired the way his face lit up at the mention of the fans. His voice would get a little excited at parts here and there, exaggerating some of the words to emphasize certain parts. His smile was beautifully dancing across his lips and his arms swung around to show everything he spoke of. It was endearing.

“It was amazing!” He breathed at the end of his speech and looked up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and smiled, remembering back to the feelings he had during their show. He then laughed and opened his eyes. His cheeks grew a rosy red as he grew shy looking at you. “I rambled for too long again, didn’t I?”

You shook your head.

“You’re passionate about what you’re doing. It’s cute when you get like this.”

He huffed, laying down on his side. “You’re teasing me. Mean.”

“I am not. I truly mean it, Renjun, when I say I love seeing you like this.”

His cheeks grew redder, which only made you laugh. Adorable.

“But you know. After all of the bright lights and screaming fans, I’m glad that I get to come home to you.”

“Even when I’m a thousand miles away?”

Renjun smiled. “Even when you’re a thousand miles away, you’re still in my heart. Facetiming you like this every night is the same as if I was ending the night with you.”

Now, it was your turn to blush.

You let out a groan and pulled your blanket up to hide your embarrassment.

“Renjun!”

He laughed.

Despite his busy schedule, he always found time to facetime you every night. One reason was to catch up with you and see his beautiful partner after a long day. Then, the other reason was to help the loneliness he felt when he was so far apart from you.

“Now, how was your day, my love?”

You peeked one eye out from your blanket and grinned. You pulled away, so that he could see you.

Then, you explained how you were finally able to do nothing for once. You were always pounded with all this school work during the weekdays. You tried your best to stay on top of things, but was never able to get a day off where you could just relax. But this time, you managed to do so and it was well worth it because you did absolutely nothing all day.

Renjun’s honey laughter rang through the phone.

“Sounds very productive,” He would tease, but he was glad. You were one to overwork yourself as well. You never knew when to stop doing work and relax. It was equally difficult to get you to relax as you would try to do the same.

“Do you feel better?”

“So much better. I think this is the most motivated I’ve ever been. Maybe I’ll do something crazy tomorrow like go running!”

“Really?”

You chuckled. Caught red-handed. “Busted.”

The two of you continued to poke fun at the other and talk about anything and everything as the hours went by.

It was getting late in the night now.

You and Renjun should’ve said your goodbyes to go wander through the dreamland, but neither one of you could bring yourself to do so. You missed the other too much to let go so soon.

The door opened to Renjun’s room and he glanced over his shoulder to see who it was. Jaemin.

“How long are you lovebirds going to be on facetime? It’s past your bedtimes, go to bed,” He said before closing the door behind him.

Renjun tiredly laughed as he turned back to you.

“Well, you heard him. I should let you go then.”

“No,” He whined, pouting like a baby. “I want to keep talking to you.”

“But you have to get up early tomorrow. I can’t have you staying up too long.”

“I don’t care. I don’t mind.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“I mind, so go to bed.”

“Nu-uh.” He stubbornly shook his head. “I want to be with you.”

“Only ten more minutes, then we’ll call it. Okay?”

“Okay.”

But those ten minutes turned into half an hour, then an hour. By now, both your words were slurring. While the two of you wanted to stay up longer, your bodies were asking for sleep. You were stubborn and fought against it.

Eventually though, there was a period where it went quiet. You and Renjun thought the other had fallen asleep, but really, you were just taking in each other’s presence.

The two of you didn’t always have to talk, but it was comforting to know the other was on the opposite side of the phone. You could do your own things or even sleep and it would make the other all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Y/N.”

“Mm?”

“You know I love you, don’t you?”

You scoffed, a small smile on your face “How can I, when you show me you do every day?”

“I just wanted to make sure.”

“My love, you make it so obvious, I could never doubt your love. You give me no reason to doubt you.”

“And that’s how I feel about you. You do absolutely everything for me and sacrifice so much. I can’t help but feel so touched when you do all the little things for me.”

“Yeah? Well, when you come to visit me, bearing all these gifts, I am bursting with happiness because it means you thought of me. You saw the gift and thought of me, thinking that I would love it. Now, that is true love.”

He laughed. “How did this turn into a competition of who loved the other more?”

You shrugged, innocently smiling.

“I think the point is that it’s obvious that we love each other very much. With all of our heart and soul.”

“That’s right.”

And as Renjun looked at you, he swore a promise to always protect that smile of yours forever and always.

“I swear I’ll continue to do so for the rest of my life.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Nooo, tell me!”

He chuckled.

“Maybe someday.”

“Hm, mean.”

Your distant love with Renjun was hard to deal with a lot of the time because of the distance, but you would never trade it for the world.

#huang renjun #renjun #renjun imagines #renjun scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream #nct imagines #nct

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ddixons-angel · 4 years

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Fated: Season 4

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: Woot woot! We are on Season 4!!! Who’s excited??? :D I’m excited and kinda nervous for what you guys think haha the first half of this season will be taking place in the 1-2 ish month time lapse they had between seasons in the show, hope you guys like that ^^ enough of my rambling, let’s go! finding gifs for the first half of this season was so hard guys lol

Chapter 1

It’s been a month since the survivors won the war against the Governor. Rick had taken up farming with Hershel and they even built a pen for some wild piglets they had found in the woods. Daryl had helped him round them up and herd them into the prison fences. It was now peaceful within the prison, lively with the newcomers from Woodbury but peaceful. Sasha and her brother, Tyreese, had come with the Woodbury residents. They’d all set up a job system for everyone; some people assigned on watch, some on the fences to take care of the walkers that had gotten piled up so that the fences wouldn’t collapse from the weight.

Carol and Gloria were in the kitchen near the main area of the cell blocks serving lunch to everyone. Another serving of Carol’s classic squirrel and rabbit stew, courtesy of Daryl’s hunting skills. Two girls from Woodbury happily bounce up to Gloria and Carol.

“Hello Lizzie, hello Mika.” Carol smiles at the two girls.

“Hello Carol and Gloria!” the girls speak in unison with a happy grin on their faces.

Gloria chuckles at how cute they are then passes one of the filled bowls to Carol then goes on to fill up another one. The girls thank Carol and Gloria for the food then happily go over to their father. Glenn smiles as he walks over to the kitchen area, leaning on the counter.

“So uh... Carol made this right?” Glenn says jokingly, teasing Gloria.

“Rude. Okay, you aren’t getting any, this is for Maggie.” Gloria playfully eyes Glenn, taking a bowl away from him.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry! I was kidding!” Glenn pleas, reaching out for the bowl again.

“A word of advice, Glenn. Never mess with a woman in the kitchen.” Carol chuckles at him, shaking her head.

Glenn chuckles and nods, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Here, go eat.” Gloria gives him a second bowl filled with stew for Maggie.

He takes the bowls and goes to the table where Maggie is sitting and sits down beside her. Another newcomer, Nina, walks up to the women this time.

“Good morning, Carol!” she smiles then tries to hide her grimace at Gloria, “and hi Gloria.”

“Good morning, Nina.” Carol says with a fake smile, handing her a bowl.

“Oh, can I get another one? I wanted to get a bowl for someone else too.” Nina smiles sweetly at Carol with pleading eyes.

Not bothered with being ignored, Gloria hands her the second bowl and Nina murmurs a thanks then heads to one of the tables. Carol eyes Nina as she walks away then looks over at Gloria and nudges her with a disapproving look.

“What?” Gloria asks, confused.

“You better watch out for that girl.” Carol tells her, nodding pointedly in Nina’s direction.

Nina had sat herself down at Daryl’s table, sitting beside him and placing the second bowl in front of him. Gloria let out a breath, she knew exactly what Carol was saying and they both knew the new girl liked Daryl.

“She’s just being friendly, it’s fine.” Gloria says, not bothered at all.

“I don’t think it’s that simple.” Carol frowns then leans in and whispers to Gloria, “I think you should keep an eye out for her, call it mother’s intuition, but there’s just something off about that girl.”

“Alright, I will.” Gloria says then looks at Carol and nudges her, “did you just adopt me without me knowing?”

“Please,” Carol scoffs, “I adopted you a long time ago.”

Gloria laughs with Carol and then sees that Sasha is on her way out the building. As she had eaten before, Gloria makes her way out with Sasha since they had their shift on the fences together.

“So what’s the bet today?” Gloria asks as she catches up with Sasha.

Sasha slows down her pace until Gloria is walking along her side, “that you and I will kill most of them judging with who was placed on our shift.”

Gloria furrows her brows in confusion then Sasha gestures back towards the building and Gloria glances back to the building to see Nina coming out holding a pipe. Sasha had nothing against Nina, she just knew the girl was not a fighter, not when she was back in Woodbury and definitely not when she got to the prison with the others.

“Well, this’ll be fun.” Gloria chuckles.

Sasha scoffs and rolls her eyes, “yeah, carrying the group is always fun.”

Gloria runs ahead to the fence first and unsheathes her dagger, stabbing a walker through the fence, “first kill!”

“First doesn’t always mean you’ll win!” Sasha chuckles and jabs a walker through the fence.

The two continue to bicker competitively as they kill the walkers through the fence. Eventually, Nina gets to the fence and she also joins in stabbing the walkers, but not as quick as Gloria or Sasha. Even though Gloria and Sasha got off to a rocky start when they had first met, they'd become fast friends with their competitive nature. Sasha never blamed Gloria for not letting them into the cell block, understanding that it was for the safety of Carl and the others.

Gloria was about to stab another walker through the fence when an arrow whistles through and pierces the skull, killing it instantly. A knowing smile creeps on Gloria’s face when she sees the arrow.

“That does not count as your kill.” Sasha teases beside her.

Gloria chuckles at Sasha’s words and yanks the arrow out from the walker’s skull, letting it fall to the ground. She turns around and as expected, sees Daryl walking towards her with his crossbow now slung behind his shoulder.

“Show off.” Gloria calls out, wiping the arrow on her pants before handing it back to him.

“Thought ya needed help with that one.” Daryl teases, a side smile tugging at his lips.

Gloria rolls her eyes and scoffs jokingly, “I had it handled, Mr. Dixon.”

Sasha chuckles behind her, “hey, are you two lovebirds gonna flirt all day or help?”

“See what you did? Making me look lazy.” Gloria nudges him and stabs another walker through the fence, making Daryl laugh.

A whining cry from Nina captures their attention as she struggles with killing one of the walkers. Her pipe got stuck in the skull of a walker she had just killed.

“D-Daryl, help me, please!” she whines.

Being the way he is, Daryl goes to help her. He pulls the pipe out from the walker with one hand, looking rather effortless. Gloria had gone back to killing walkers through the fence.

“Wow, Daryl, you’re so strong!” Nina gleams at him helping her.

Sasha gawks at Nina then turns to look at Gloria, “how are you not bothered? You can not be okay with this.” she says in a whisper.

“Because,” Gloria starts then leans in and whispers to Sasha, “she can flirt all she wants but at the end of the day, Daryl’s mine and he knows that.”

“Oh wow.” Sasha chuckles, feeling quite proud of her friend’s confidence.

“Plus, you wanna take in how uncomfortable Daryl looks with her advances?” Gloria can’t help but point out that he’s been shifting on his feet, clearly not comfortable with how much attention Nina’s paying him.

Sasha glances and notices it too and laughs, nodding in agreement, “you’re right, you got nothing to worry about.”

Daryl comes back to Gloria once Nina is done bombarding him, “hey, Glenn wanted to do some meeting for tomorrow’s run.”

“I’m included?” Gloria looks over at him, yanking her knife out of a walker.

“Yep.” is all he says as he walks back to the prison.

---

Gloria had finished her shift with Sasha and Nina. Tyreese and a few others were in charge of taking the corpses to a designated area to burn. After getting cleaned up from her shift, Gloria came back out to the main area where Glenn and Maggie were already seated at a table with a map spread out. Gloria sat across from them and looked at the area Glenn had circled in red. Daryl came by and sat down beside Gloria, automatically snaking an arm around her waist. She smiles at him as Glenn starts to explain the plan.

“So this place used to be a really popular mall, I’ve driven past it before and it seems pretty overrun, but with the right team we can get a pretty good run out of it.” Glenn says, pointing to the circled area.

“By the right team you mean...” Gloria ponders out loud while looking at Glenn.

“Us four.” Glenn tells her.

Gloria chuckles, “Glenn, if you wanted a double date, you could have just asked.”

The others chuckle at her comment, “yeah yeah... well, jokes aside, I’m thinking we can enter the mall at opposite sides, clear it and meet in the middle. Maggie would be covering me, and Daryl covering Gloria. Scavenge what we can find and exit through the main doors.” Glenn explains, his hands guiding them through the map and the other smaller map Glenn had drawn to give them a good visual of the place.

“So we’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning, that way we can make it back for dinner?” Maggie confirms.

“Depending on how it goes, we might even come back with dinner.” Daryl says.

“Speaking of dinner,” Glenn looks around the room, “where’s Carol?”

Gloria rolls her eyes, “I swear, you just ate.”

“I’m a growing boy!” Glenn grins cheekily at her, Maggie puts her hand to her face in slight embarrassment.

Daryl looks at Gloria with a smirk, “ya sure he’s older?”

“He is...” Gloria sighs jokingly.

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Next Chapter

There you have it, first chapter of Season 4! We have a newly introduced character, I have a feeling not a lot of people are gonna like her at all hahaha I wanted to create some kind of love triangle or even have a jealous Gloria but... I just couldn’t see her jealous so it became this xD let me know what you guys think and what you think will happen on that run they’re gonna go on? (it’s not the Big Spot run, that comes after hehe)

I hope everyone stays safe and healthy, please don’t panic, we will get through this!

And as always, I would really appreciate any comments left for me! I’ll be replying to any comments in a new post because this is a sideblog!

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ddagent · 4 years

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Okay okay yes I will 100% prompt New New Amsterdam au first meeting in future preferably?

I honestly have no idea if this is any good. It’s my first fic post-flu, and my sinus infection does not seem to be getting any better. But here we are. Also: this is more Forever than New Amsterdam because I’ve got another immortal!Jaime idea on the books and I wanted to write something a little different. But I hope you enjoy all the same!

Jaime Lannister was dead. Not for the first time.

In truth, the former knight had long since stopped keeping count of his deaths; six hundred years of immortality and a smart mouth had racked up the numbers. Jaime remembered his first, in the belly of the Red Keep, and he remembered the most painful. This one wouldn’t even make the top one hundred: there was a woman, a mugger, a knife. Pain, blood, and a weightless feeling as the life left him and his body vanished into thin air. Only for him to be reborn, as he always was, where it began.

Only now the dungeons of the Red Keep was an apartment complex, and the specific spot he died was a fountain.

“Maiden save me, that man’s not wearing any clothes!”

Oh, and every time he was reborn, he emerged naked.

Stepping out of the fountain, Jaime shook his damp hair and waved at the startled woman with his right arm as his only hand covered his cock. This wasn’t the first time he’d been reborn in the fountain; nor would it be his last. Thankfully, he’d started stashing clothes in the courtyard, and a phone so he could call Ty for a pick-up. Rebirth meant no clothes, no phone, no prosthetic hand. Just Jaime Lannister in his nameday suit.

Today, he made it two steps before the gates to the courtyard opened, and two gold cloaks entered. Well, fuck. “Ser, ser, if you could come with us please?”

Which was how Jaime found himself wrapped in a blanket and bundled in the back of a patrol car. Again. Six hundred years of immortality meant he had seen more, done more than he ever had in his first lifetime. He’d travelled as far as Mereen and seen beyond the Wall. He’d worked as a sailor, a bodyguard, and even forged chains at the Citadel. He’d buried three children and two siblings, and had loved – truly – only once. As far as being stabbed in a mugging and arrested for public indecency, this was just an ordinary day.

Booking, spare clothes, questioned by Officer Swann. Jaime practically yawned. “Name?”

“Jaime Hill.” Even now, the name Lannister meant something. He’d never used it; not since his first life. “Detective Jaime Hill. I work in homicide.”

Officer Swann stiffened. “You woke for Chief Redwyne.”

“I’m her top man,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “And, as I told you back at the complex, I have a tendency to sleepwalk. Won’t you look a fool, arresting King’s Landing’s top homicide detective just because he walks in his sleep.”

“You were naked.”

Jaime shrugged. “I don’t care for pyjamas, what more can I say?”

Officer Swann pursed his lips, rose from his chair and discussed options with the other gold cloak who’d brought him in. Jaime just tapped his fingertips against the desk as he waited for them to make the right decision and let him go. Eventually, Officer Swann came back to him.

“You’re free to go, Detective Hill. I’ll see if I can’t get the Beauty to drive you home.”

“The Beauty?”

Swann barked out a laugh. “Officer Payne. She’s new to the precinct.”

A name was called; a figure in the corner of the bullpen turned around. And at that moment all the air left his body, yet Jaime was not reborn. He just sat, transfixed, as the spitting image of Brienne of Tarth crossed the room to join him. He’d forgotten many things of his first life, but the Stranger had given him one more torment, and that was never being able to forget her face. Officer Payne was just as tall, as broad. Her eyes were the same shade of blue; her blonde hair longer and pulled into a ponytail. Gods, even her scowl was the same.

“I wasn’t staring,” he said, when both of them knew he had been. “I mean, I was, but only because you look like someone I went to university with.”

Beside them, Swann just chuckled. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Officer Payne will drive you home, Detective.”

Swann may have missed the eye roll, but Jaime certainly didn’t. Brienne – Officer Payne – walked him across the bullpen without a word, and Jaime kept his own lip zipped until they were out of earshot. “I can only assume you must be a better driver than they are.”

“Better gold cloak. They can’t stomach the competition.” She didn’t meet his gaze as they left the precinct. “Where am I taking you?”

“Lion Antiquities. My—” Great-however-many-nephew. “—my friend owns the store; I live above it.”

"Fine.”

Not another word was exchanged between them as they settled in Officer Payne’s squad car. The hour had grown late; the streets quiet. Officer Payne maintained the speed limit and stopped for every red light. Jaime almost laughed; this was exactly how the honourable Ser Brienne of Tarth would drive had she ever lived this long. No, she’d died centuries ago. But Officer Payne was her mirror. For a moment, Jaime leaned back against the leather seat and settled himself to the sound of her breathing. He’d long forgotten her voice, or the sounds she made whilst fighting or fucking, but the sound of Officer Payne breathing made him feel safe for the first time in six hundred years.

“What’s your name?” No answer. “I’m Jaime Hill; homicide detective.” Still nothing. “A passenger has a right to know his driver’s name.”

A long, withered sigh. “Brienne Payne.”

Fuck. She was even called Brienne. This couldn’t be a coincidence. Six hundred years and the Gods had created someone with her features, with parents who had given her the name of the first female knight. Fuck, there was even a miniature Oathkeeper hanging from the rearview mirror; other gold cloaks might have fuzzy dice, but this Officer had a miniature Valyrian sword. Do you realise, Brienne Payne, how much you look like her?

“Do you like working as an officer?” he asked instead. “Chief Redwyne is always looking for good detectives.”

“I’m not interested in handouts.”

Jaime huffed. “I’m not–I’m just asking. You seem—”

“—a car ride together where I’m practically your chauffeur is not a firm representation of my investigative skills.” Brienne Payne tapped her indicator. “Whatever you want in exchange for your recommendation, you can keep it.”

“Brienne—” and, oh, how good it felt to say that name again.

“—we’re here.”

And so they were. Lion Antiquities; Ty (short for Tyrion, another mirror) busy inside haggling with a customer. Brienne Payne didn’t open his door or offer another word – not even to scold him. She just kept two hands upon the wheel and two eyes upon the road and let Jaime step out. He watched her, though, until the taillights from her patrol car blinked around the corner. In his many years, Jaime had struggled to understand his purpose; of why he had been granted immortality. Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with Brienne Payne.

He’d certainly be seeing more of her, of that Jaime was very sure.

Brienne pulled her squad car into the first layby along from Lion Antiquities. Her fingers fumbled with the ignition, and then there was nothing but the sound of her own breathing. Rough, ragged breaths that Brienne drew into her lungs. After a few minutes, she reached for her phone. Tapped in her pin, found her contacts, and pressed call. It took a few rings, but her call was answered.

“Brienne? It’s late. Is everything all right?”

“I’m sorry to call so late, Cat, but I—” Brienne of Tarth sighed. “I’ve just met the spitting image of Jaime Lannister.”

#braime #jaime x brienne #mine: paragraph prompts #ship: braime #anonymous

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malfoygrass · 4 years

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Could you write about a instance where either Draco or Astoria gets jealous and how they react?

-Why Not Both-

Draco Malfoy wasn't jealous! He wasn't, really, he had a perfectly good (if vindictive and social climbing) girlfriend named Pansy and he did not envy Harry Potter one bit. Especially not for taking little Astoria Greengrass to Hogsmade for a butter beer.

Why would he care about Astoria Greengrass, really, she was a baby, fifteen to his ( and Harry's) seventeen. Cute as she was and virtually off limits thanks to her frankly scary older sister Daphne, she barely registered on his radar these days. Except Draco was lying to himself and he knew it.

Astoria was different from the other girls in her year, Draco had caught her on more than one occasion smuggling illegal herbs and flowers to and from the dungeons and she as well might have seen him do one or two things he wasn't supposed to do when the 'Potter Stink' badges were distributed. She was secretive, the little slip of a girl, with her wide blue eyes that caught any detail in peripheral vision, silky brown hair, usually braided in a different classic hairstyle each day. She had a habit of following Draco with her eyes whenever they were in the same room, daring him to approach her and find out what she knew, crack open her secrets and maybe, just maybe, make her smile or steal a kiss. Which he didn't because he wasn't aware Astoria Greengrass existed .

Maybe he was fixated on her outing with Potter because she made her make believe look so easy. Little Astoria, daughter, sister, princess. Her circle of friends played the part of a court of storybook characters, the knight, the fairy, the jester, the simpleton, the smart peasant. In her vicinity everything was pastel, everything was pleasant, people drank tea and discussed the weather, classic books and the latest magic breakthroughs. To step into her world was to allow oneself to fall for her fairytale facade where only Astoria was in control of the narrative. Manipulative minx.

How Harry Potter fell for the ladylike princess act Draco didn't know but he wasn't fooled, Astoria was anything but docile under all her social graces, she liked her narrative and wasn't above hexing others to keep her court of roses in perfect working order. In her fairytale (or what she let people believe was her fairytale) everything was perfect and all a princess needed was a prince... Hence the date with Harry Potter.

Why couldn't she have picked him? He was a better bet! Did it really have to be the stupid chosen one. He was marching over to break up the lovebirds..but no, he wasn't jealous.

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Some people thought that Astoria Greengrass was above things like petty jealousy, or stealing someone else's boyfriend. She used to think so too, until she turned fifteen and Draco Malfoy began to notice her when she didn't want him to notice her.

That's when she discovered that no, she wasn't above stealing someone else's boyfriend, especially if that someone else was Pansy Parkinson.

At first Draco's meddling in her affairs had been annoying. Taking her precious Venus Faetrap back to Professor Sprouts greenhouse and subtly blackmailing her with the fact that he knew who had hexed Taylor Featherstone into keeping quiet about her stash of Larkspur and Belladonna.

She showed him she could play the same game, let him stew on his juices when he realized she'd known who was distributing anti Potter merchandise. Let him understand she wasn't to be intimidated when he caught her watching him slip a nasty potion in Collin Creevey's treacle tart. She was quiet not stupid and he wasn't all that he appeared to be either.

She didn't know when watching him had passed from a necessary evil to an entertaining pastime, but as it was, she began to learn his habits. The way he took his breakfast and which subjects he excelled at. For a Malfoy, Draco did hide alot in plain sight, like his love for sweets for example, and his perchance for illegal charms to keep himself perfectly clean and put together. Also Astoria could tell that he didn't care for Pansy, which was unfortunate since Astoria was beginning to care...for him

And she absolutely hated Pansy.

And feeling jealous was annoying, Astoria Greengrass didn't do jealousy as a rule, really, her life was perfectly put together in theory, every step planned down to the letter, plus there wasn't a chance in Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy liked her back.

It didn't mean she disliked Pansy Parkinson any less for getting to kiss Draco. The older girl was a vindictive menace, Ugh couldn't the pug faced cow tell that he didn't liked to be mauled in public?. If anything the day Astoria broke them up, she'd be doing Malfoy a favor. As soon as she figured out how to make Draco aware of the fact that she liked him she was going to push Pansy down a very deep wishing well.

But first she needed to find out if Hermione Granger liked him too. Because the rumors said she did and Astoria didn't have the heart to push HER down a well, Pansy Parkinson at least was decent competition, Hermione Granger was way above Astoria's league. It was like pitting Ron Weasley against Victor Krum.

Hence why she was making an effort to engage Harry Potter into conversation about Hermione Granger and somehow in an effort to get him alone, she'd ended up having a Hogsmade butterbeer with him.

Would her luck ever cease to amaze her?

Harry Potter tough, he was what her father would call a fixer upper. One conversation with him and Astoria was itching to take over his disastrous of life. The boy who lived needed a wardrobe overhaul, a decent magical attorney and a healthy dose of self preservation.

Oh Harry Potter was a project waiting to happen, Astoria felt her magic itching to just make his life better, cut his hair, fix his eyesight, feed him red meat.

Finally after making another subtle suggestion about a magical oculist in diagon alley she was getting ready to grill Harry on Hermione Granger when Draco flounced over like an a peacock

"Couldn't you have picked a better candidate for your new prince charming little Greengrass?" Draco sneered "this one is dead meat already, with what is coming for him"

"What did you just say big Ponce?" Harry Potter growled back "one can't even have a butterbeer in peace without you getting into one's business"

"He's not getting into your business Harry" Astoria murmured demurely but Draco saw her eyes flash in rage "he's meddling in mine, and for that I apologize"

"Astoria you are coming with me" Draco wagged a finger at Potter "I never knew the Greengrass house to consort with the rabble and you won't be starting now"

"Look who's talking, why don't you go off and suck face with Pansy" Astoria shot back "I'm sure she's thrilled anytime she gets closer to doing to you whatever dementors do with people's souls" then just to be petty she added "at least Harry Potter is pretty"

"Thanks Astoria" the clueless griffindoor mumbled just before Draco exploded "oh.. now I get it" Harry mumbled quietly to himself as he got what was happening and decided to stay out of Malfoy's lovers quarrel.

"Are blind? Out of all the people in my year you had to pick HIM? I never thought you to be a Potter fan"

"He doesn't have a girlfriend and Papa would love him, bad eyesight and all" Astoria fired mortified "And you don't get to tell me what to do, I can have as many dates as I want, kiss as many boys as I want, go cr... WHAT ARE YOU DOING" She squeaked as Draco pulled her away from her table dragged her out of The Three Broomsticks with as much force as he could

"Now listen listen to me Porcelain, jealousy does not look pretty on a face like yours, this ends now" Draco hissed as soon as they were far from onlookers "you want me to leave Pansy, fine! I will but if you ever let Potter or any boy so much as touch you again..."

"Break up with her" Astoria demanded a little out of breath trying to look him in the eye despite being so much shorter than him "break up with her and you'll be the only boy I will ever allow to touch me"

"You don't make the rules here" he was so close he could almost taste the butterbeer in her breath

"I'm not above kissing him to prove my point and you know it"

"Over my dead body, you're mine" he said just before he kissed her.

It was an impulsive kiss, hard and demanding, Astoria gave as good as she got pulling him by the lapels of his robe until she was out of breath "your jealousy will be the death of me"

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Later after trying and failing to stay away from each other during the subsequent school years, plus the battle of Hogwarts and the aftermath of it all, Draco's inability to let Astoria go and his need to stamp his ownership all over her would make itself known in the form of a particularly binding marriage contract and an over the top wedding.

Not that Astoria minded, after all...she did make him get a magical tattoo with her name in bold cursive.

#i'm filling the drastoria tag #the world just needs more drastoria #drastoria #astoria greengrass #draco malfoy x astoria greengrass #draco x astoria #astoria malfoy #Draco Malfoy #anon prompt #jelous

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sunnylildragun · 5 years

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I'll be coming for your love, okay?

Day 5 of the Bumbleby Week! Hope y'all enjoy this ^-^

When Sun contacted them saying Weiss needed to relax and that she was driving him crazy by taking all the stress out on him, Blake and Yang were a bit concerned about how they could help. The two had barely been able to survive the Schnee's overwhelming stressful routine when they were students at Beacon. They couldn't imagine what it would be like having to live through it as she was working as the CEO of a whole company.

Not that they blamed her. Her family- her father- didn't leave a kind legacy to her, and Weiss wanted to rebuild the SDC to fit the world after war. She wanted it to be a symbol of the new era in which the racism and the abuse towards faunus, the corrupt ways and the bigotry were not associated to her name. It was a long road to travel, and a lot of weight on her shoulders too, especially for someone as young as her. Weiss Schnee being Weiss Schnee believed that doing it all by overworking herself would be plausible.

It wasn't.

Sun understood her, of course he did. They had been dating for some years, after all. It had been enough for him to learn to read her and know how her mind worked. So if he called to ask for help, it meant that things were bad. Really bad. A whole new level of bad. Probably not as bad as she was when they started at Beacon, but still.

So these beach days at Menagerie weren't really about Blake and Yang. They were about getting Weiss' mind off of work and saving Sun's ears from exploding. They figured they would make the best of it, though, and enjoy their brief break.

Blake had forgotten how good it felt to smell the salty waters of the Menagerian sea, to feel the warm and smooth sand under her feet, to be free from the busy life at Vale. So she rested her head on Yang's shoulder and sighed, looking at the horizon as the waves crashed. The blonde had her left arm wrapped around her girlfriend and smiled at her friends as they played volleyball. Nora and Oscar had teamed up againt Jaune and Ren. The woman said it was to keep both teams balanced, which made Jaune let out a high pitched "hey!"

"Place your bets." Yang whispered to Blake and Ruby. "I bet fifty bucks that Nora and Oscar win."

"You know I don't like losing," Blake answered and got laughter out of the brawler.

"I wanna bet on a tie!" Ruby said.

"You're on, sis."

The match went on. It was a very smooth win for Nora and Oscar, who high fived each other and teased Jaune for losing even with Ren on his team. The blond was pouting while his teammate patted him on the back.

"It's not that bad, Jaune." Ren's soft voice was soothing. "You could've been hit on the face more."

"Ya bet he could!" Nora shouted.

"Aww man..." Ruby pouted beside Yang. "Can't believe I lost fifty lien..."

"You should know better than to make bets against me. My Yang-tuition is the best!"

"Yang-tuition?" Blake raised an eyebrow.

"Yup! Yang intuition. The best, hottest and sharpest intuition in all Remnant!"

"Of course it is." Blake's eyes rolled.

"Ooohhh is that a challenge, Belladonna?"

"I don't know. Is it?" the sarcasm in the faunus' voice could actually cut flesh.

"You're on. I bet I win against you and Sun."

"Alone?"

"Of course not, dummy. I'm gonna team up with Weiss."

"Oh no, the short princess and buff blonde. How am I gonna win now?"

"Do I have to remind you of that time you lost when you played against us?"

"I was sick."

Yang laughed. "Of course you were. Now come on, let's get the lovebirds out of their make out session. There are children in the beach." she helped her girlfriend up. "Nora! Gimme the ball!"

The redhead threw the ball at her, which she caught with her prosthetic. The pair walked to Sun and Weiss, who were kissing in an isolated corner. Yang threw the ball at them, which caused yelps to come from the couple.

"Yang Xiao Long! What was that for?!" Weiss yelled at the taller woman.

"Blake thinks she and Sun can beat you and me in volleyball. Wanna give these two babies a show?"

A spark of confidence and competitiveness sparked in the CEO's eyes. "You are going to regret the day you challenged my abilities, Blake Belladonna. I'm gonna beat you so hard in this game that you will never set foot in this beach court. I'm gonna burn down your legacy! I am going to-"

"Let's go!" Sun shot up, running to the improvised court. Weiss rolled her eyes affectionately and walked there too, with her friends right behind her.

"A hundred lien?"

"A hundred lien."

When the trio got there, Sun was already stretching. Weiss slapped his butt playfully as she passed him. "Such a nice butt, Sunny boy. Too bad it's gonna be kicked into oblivion."

Blake and Yang laughed out loud and then got into position in the opposite sides. The game started, and Sun and Blake were the first ones to score. They teased their girlfriends about it as they started setting an advantage, but they didn't notice that the duo was purposefully going easy on them. The tallest woman was letting the ball hit her for the sake of absorbing impact, storing up energy. By the faunus' tenth score, Weiss and Yang cut the fairplay off and started taking the game seriously.

Soon enough, they surpassed the other team, only taking two aces. The game was about to end. 14×12. Yang was about to serve and smirked as her eyes turned red. She used her semblance to throw the ball at the opponents, and aced powerfully. Weiss' arms were up in celebration and the two women did a small victory dance. They were receiving indignant stares from their respective girlfriend and boyfriend.

"Hey! I didn't know semblances were allowed! Cheaters!" Sun accused.

"Sun, Sun, sunny Sun... I just gave back the ten points you two aced." Yang smirked. "And Blake knows semblances are allowed. She just never uses hers."

"Because I play clean." Blake narrowed her eyes, causing Yang to stick her tongue out.

"Yang and I took it easy on you two. We let you make ten points and think you were going to win!"

"I want a rematch." Sun crossed his arms.

"So do I." Blake raised her hand to high five her friend.

"Okay. But if you lose again, you owe me two hundred."

"Bring it on."

The game started over, and this time both teams gave their best. It went on and on, none of them being able to keep an advantage for too long. The four were exhausted by the time both teams had aced 26. Ruby got up and walked to the court.

"Okay! We get it! You're all great and very competitive and stuff. Now get off so Ilia and I can kick Uncle Qrow and dad's butts."

And that's how the legendary game of the four best volleyball players of their group- as Weiss liked to call it- ended with a tie. She and Sun went to a kiosk to get themselves some coconut water, bickering as usual. Blake and Yang observed them with fond smiles, glad to see them back to their playful banter.

They decided to get in the water to refresh themselves a little, and Yang left her prosthetic with Blake's parents so it wouldn't get salt in it. Not that it would break, but it was a pain to get it cleaned up later. Yang really didn't want to have to do it, so she just took it off. They walked to a more secluded area of the beach, wanting to share a more intimate moment. When they got to a calmer spot, they looked at the ocean for a while. Then they went in, playfully splashing water at each other. At some point, though, water got in Blake's cat ears, which made them stop before somthing like that happened again.

The couple decided to just let the waves hit them pleasantly, and to hold each other while they did. It was unclear who kissed whom first, but they were soon making out with the the ocean and the rocks as their only witnesses. Blake's hands were on Yang's boobs as the blonde's own hand made their way to the shorter's butt. They teased and groped and moaned in each other's mouths, holding their pleasure to themselves.

Yang separated from the kiss and started sucking on Blake's pulse point. The ravenette's hands went to her girlfriend's hair, pushing her more into her neck. As she felt the tension rising, with Yang's hand traveling from her butt to her center, she tried speaking through her small moans.

"Yang... not here. Someone might show up."

Yang raised her head, and looked Blake in the eyes. "Do you really wanna stop?"

"Yes." Blake answered, pecking the blonde on the nose. "We can always finish later tonight." her voice was seductive, sending shivers down Yang's spine.

"Okay." the brawler smiled softly. "Can we... keep kissing, though?" This was one of the things Blake loved the most ablut her. Yang never pressured her, never pushed her to beyond her limits, and never did anything she didn't consent to. She was always caring and respectful, always trying to make her as comfortable as possible, if not more.

"Of course, sunshine."

And so they did, sharing soft kisses. Then harder ones. They kept going like that until the sun began to set, and the purples and oranges and pinks got their eyes. They were awestruck by the beauty of what nature was displaying right in front of their eyes. Their smiles reached their eyes, and their gazes fell back on each other. It was like the beauty of the setting sun and the rising moon was reflected in them, and they were melting and mixing with one another.

"Blake?" Yang called as the other woman rested her forehead against her own.

"Hm?"

"I love you. So much."

"I love you too, sunshine."

And with ocean kissing the sun behind them, they finished their day with a final kiss.

#bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby #sun wukong #weiss schnee #sunflakes #bmblbweek #bumblebyweek

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halfblood-fiend · 5 years

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Fictober 2019 - Day 5 and 6

From The Fictober 2019 event

Prompt 5 : “I might just kiss you.”

Prompt 6 : “Yes, I’m aware. Your point?.”

Fandom : Star Trek: Voyager

Words : 1,574

Warnings : mild swearing and alcohol consumption

“I might just kiss you” and “Yes, I’m aware. Your point?” - Vorik x Modern OC

As it turned out, I was having way more fun at the Rec Room Party than I thought I was going to. Back home, big parties had never been my Thing™ because there were usually too many strangers, but when you’re all stuck together in the ass-end of space, even a hundred or so people didn’t feel like a bunch of strangers anymore.

Especially when you still only hang out with the same five people, chilling at a table while the music blares the bass, with your bestie on your left talking about reverse polarity bolt specifications or whatever, and the girl you “kinda sorta came with” mysteriously disappearing partway through.

Eh. C'est la vie.

I took a long drink from my violently colored glass of alcoholic alien something (I already forgot what the heck Neelix gave me) and smiled fondly at Vorik. I wondered if he even realized he scared away my date with his tech talk. I wondered if I really cared. Despite people beginning to split off for the night, I was definitely having more fun sitting here sipping down my cocktail and listening to my favorite person talk about his favorite subject.

Until.

“Hey!” A hand clapped my shoulder and I looked around to find Tom grinning down at me.

Oh no.

“Wanna be our next victim at beer pong?” he asked with an air of innocence.

“Beer pong still exists?” I laughed.

“Hell yeah! It’s teams. B’Elanna and I against whoever you pick, so choose wisely.”

Choose wisely, indeed. The last thing I wanted to do was lose to Tom. Glancing around at all my friends’ wide smiles, I took mental stock of everyone’s level of soberness. All night I’d watched these folks pounding back glass after glass with me—all except one.

“Vorik!” I leaned into his shoulder so I could be closer to his ear. Belatedly, I realized that his hearing was probably fine even with the music. “Wanna be my partner?”

He blinked. “Excuse me?”

Blushing, I realized what I said and amended, “I mean to play beer pong. Tom’s just challenged me and I’d like to wipe the floor with him.”

We glanced over to the side of the room where Tom and B’Elanna were setting up rows of cups at a long rectangular table. Tom paused long enough to stick his tongue out at me.

“A worthy goal,” Vorik said.

“So, you’ll be my number two?”

“Yes,” he replied with a nod. “However, I must point out that as you have already been drinking, our likelihood of success is—”

“Eh,” I said, waving him away. “Don’t worry about that. Tom looks like he’s already drunk and what he doesn’t know is that I get better at beer pong as I drink more. It’s a great inverse relationship!”

* * *

It started out a little rocky when Tom found out who I picked and tried to set up new rules (“Well Vorik won’t get shitfaced on this, bring out the Klingon stuff like B’Elanna has to drink. It’s only fair!”) but once we got to really playing, the game went about how I should have expected:

I was awful, just as Vorik had predicted, and Tom was sloppy because he was sloshed from the get-go, just like I had predicted. Vorik turned out to be a player of precision and finesse, probably calculating the geometry and delicate force necessary to land in a glass every single time it was his turn, meanwhile, B’Elanna was ruthlessly competitive and kept landing glasses by sheer force of will despite how many Vorik made her drink. Unfortunately, that made it all in all pretty even, but that didn’t stop us from amassing a whole crowd of too-invested onlookers in the meantime.

Ping, thwoop!

“YEAH!” Tom whooped the loudest from the other end of the table as B’Elanna’s ball made it into one of our last four glasses.

“Drink up,” B’Elanna slurred gleefully as I reached for the cup to pull out the little white ball and hand it to Vorik.

“You were supposed to protect me,” I pouted at him. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Chants of, “Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink,” went up around the table and, shrugging, I tipped my head back to drain the entire contents all at once to a new chorus of cheers— “See, Paris?” someone jeered, “That’s how you’re supposed to play!”. My whole body teetered back after my head, but Vorik’s warm hand on my back caught me and kept me upright before I fell on my butt.

“It’s hardly my fault that you have missed 66.667 percent of your shots,” he told me. His voice was much thicker than it had been when we started, but at least he wasn’t swaying on his feet like I was.

“What’s wrong, Giana?” Tom called, waving his own half-finished drink from the last turn. “Had too much to drink already? Lookin’ a li’l unsteady over there.”

I patted Vorik’s chest and taunted back, “Laugh it up while you can, Tom! My boy is about to come for your life!”

The crowed “oooh”ed.

And he would. And then Tom would miss. Then I would miss. Then B’Elanna would make it. Then Vorik would make it again, and we’d just stay neck in neck for the rest of eternity.

“Giana,” Vorik said quietly. He grabbed my arm; his lips close to my ear. Heat that had nothing to do with all the alcohol blossomed over my skin. “I believe there is a rule that would allow me to win the game for us now if I make it into the cup in Tom’s hand.” That sounded right, but I honestly couldn’t think straight with the Vulcan so close to me. “I will attempt it for you, but the probability of my making it in his current condition would be approximately 1 in 78. At best. If I do not, because of the timing of our turns, we will lose the game.”

“‘Will lose’? But I could make it on my turn and make up for you missing.”

He gave me a dubious look. “You have consumed two glasses of Terran red wine, an Andorian Pale Rock cocktail, three shots of Terran whiskey and approximately 33.8 ounces of beer. Your blood alcohol content must be somewhere on the order of—”

“Yes, yes. I’m aware I’m drunk. Your point?”

“It is unlikely you would make your shot on your turn so it is likely we will lose the game. Highly likely.”

“Jerk.” I smacked him on the shoulder with a little giggle and felt immediately disgusted with myself. What the fuck had just possessed me to do that? I tried to frown and go on as if I hadn’t just been momentarily possessed by my teenage self. “I think it’s worth the risk. Do it. And I’ll try to distract him or something, so he stops moving so much. That’ll help the odds, right?”

Vorik nodded.

B’Elanna cupped her hands to her mouth and called, “Hey, are you lovebirds done? Get on with it!”

The way the crowd giggled made me flush worse.

“Yeah, take your turn and accept defeat already,” Tom laughed.

I gave Vorik an encouraging smile before turning to our opponents. “If you’re so ready to lose, you could just give up and save us the trouble of destroying you.”

“Not on your life,” B’Elanna growled.

Tom pointed. “What she said.”

Vorik took his time to line up his shot. So that was mu cue to get Tom to keep steady.

“You ready for this?” I asked, sauntering a bit towards the corner of the table. I watched Tom mirror my movements as he grinned. Maybe if he would keep him copying me, I could keep him still. “You’re gonna drink this one too. You ready?” I leaned forward onto the table.

Tom leaned forward too and—yes! —put his glass on the table to stare at me right in the eye. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’re still going to lose.”

Ping—

I held my breath; my heart drummed erratically in my throat.

—ker-plunk.

The entire crowd burst into raucous applause and deafening screams. Tom and B’Elanna stared, dumbfounded, at the offending cup on the corner of the table with the white ball bobbing on the last bit of Tom’s drink.

“HA! YOU LOSE!” I shouted at them and then grabbed Vorik and squeezed him as tight as I could. “Oh, I might just kiss you! We make such a good team, my dude!”

A pause, too long for a Vulcan. “Indeed.”

I looked up at him, still beaming and found his dark eyes searching my face. A moment later, what I said and what I was still doing crashed into me at once and I released him.

“I-I…” I swallowed hard. I felt like I was about to die of heat stroke. If the Voyager would crash very suddenly into something—anything—I’d be very grateful.

Then our friend Lyssa burst between the two of us, an arm wrapped around each of our necks and roared, “Take that, Paris! Way to win one for us Ensigns, you guys!”

“Vorik d-did all the work,” I mumbled, torn between feeling grateful to her and continuing to be horrified at myself.

“It was a team effort,” Vorik said smoothly, nodding at me.

“I guess. I did have a few good ones, didn’t I?”

“A few.”

#fictober19 #Star Trek: Voyager #Ensign Vorik #Tom Paris #B'Elanna Torres #Voyager #whatever who doesn't like stupid fun on these starships??#Even Starfleet people are people #I cackled the whole time I wrote this and I guess I'm sorta proud even if I'm late #onto the next one #OTP: Never Tear Us Apart #Vorik x modern OC #they're both idiots I'm sorry #Giana Moreno #Lyssa Campbell #Voy #Star Trek #Fiend writes

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553butterfly553 · 6 years

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Kagami x Aomine - Not as Straight as You Thought Epilogue

A month passed since Aomine returned to school and for the most part, the couple was getting along fairly well considering all they'd been through together. They eventually had found out that being around their lover nearly all the time wasn't as easy as it seemed. Since they were natural rivals, they tend to get into many arguments and have competitions with each other over little things. However, with a quick game of basketball they'd resolve their issues, and if that didn't work they would have make-up sex later on.

Their feelings for each other had been growing and changing with every day. Some days they realized they found something cute about their lover that they didn't before, and other days they found out things about their lover that infuriated them. However, despite all the changes, their feelings had been growing stronger and neither male was growing tired of the other yet.

Along with their feelings, Aomine was losing the lasting effects of the trauma he faced. Of course, there would still be some issues, since that type of pain could never truly go away. However, Aomine insisted that it'd been long enough now and he felt much better than before, so it was finally time to throw a party. Momoi had never allowed the pair to forget that they all wanted to celebrate Aomine's continued existence and had been constantly asking them when they could throw a party. Apparently, most of the others wanted to celebrate it as well, so they were thrilled when Aomine informed them of his party approval.

“Taiga, it's great to see you again.” Himuro greeted as the redhead let him into the apartment. The black-haired male had arrived with Murasakibara early to help with the cooking.

“Tatsuya, I'm glad you're here to help.” Kagami turned his attention to the purple-haired giant and greeted him as well.

“Muro told me that he'd buy me any snack I wanted if I came early and helped make dessert.” The tall male was holding a few bags full of more supplies that they'd gotten on their way. The purple-haired male was going to make the sweets as the other two males made the other food so all of it could be done around the same time.

“Is Aomine going to assist?” Himuro questioned, looking around to find the blue-haired male. Usually, he'd be lounging on the couch or come out of a room to at least greet Murasakibara by then, so he was a little confused.

“No, he said since the party is for him, he didn't need to help or get any supplies.” Kagami was clearly annoyed with his lover for his way of thinking.

“That sounds like Mine...” Murasakibara muttered as he recalled the blue-haired male's attitude back in middle school. Kagami guessed that Aomine must have said something like that in the past as well.

With that, the three teenagers began to make all the food. During the time it took to make food, Aomine returned home but said he was only going to take a shower and that he still wasn't planning on helping them with anything. Also during the time, Midorima, Takao, and Kise arrived. They offered to assist with something, but they were told to just visit with the blue-haired male until everything was done. Kuroko and Momoi arrived next with Akashi with them as they apparently ran into each other on the way to the apartment and decided to walk with each other and chat a bit. They also offered to help with something but were told the same as the other three.

“Food's done!” Himuro called out from the kitchen as Kagami, Murasakibara and himself brought out food to set down on the tables in the main room. Like vultures, the group instantly began to eat as soon as everyone was seated, however, a few didn't act like such heathens (Midorima, Kuroko, and Akashi). It turned out that everyone who had arrived didn't eat any food before they left their homes, so everyone was actually pretty hungry.

On one side of the table sat Kagami, Aomine, Kuroko, Momoi, and then Kise. On the other were Akashi, Midorima, Takao, Himuro and then Murasakibara. Kagami and his lover had an eating contest as Kise tried to get in between Kuroko and Momoi so he could talk to the invisible boy. Akashi and Midorima chatted as Takao and Himuro talked to each other as well. Murasakibara quietly ate the sweets on the table as he ignored all the chaos that was happening around him. Soon, everyone had turned their attention to the two lovebirds who were clearly eating far too much at once.

“You two can't help but challenge each other, can you?” Momoi shook her head as both males had nearly choked over the amount of food they'd eaten way too fast.

“Please don't suffocate yourselves. This is a party to celebrate your survival.” Kuroko muttered annoyed at his two lights.

“It would be unfortunate if you both were to die,” Akashi spoke next, but his tone was nearly teasing.

“Yes, very unfortunate, the world needs more idiots,” Midorima muttered, causing the two idiots to glare at him, offended.

“Hey! He's the idiot!” Aomine yelled back, insulting his lover. Kagami's head whipped over to glare at him.

“Shut up you-you...idiot!” The others laughed or smiled over the bickering the two were now doing. It made Miracles glad to see Aomine in such a better mental state than he'd been in their first year of high-school. Once things settled down, Momoi spoke up.

“We're really lucky you're okay Dai. You could have died.” The others agreed with what the only female said as Kagami felt a strange feeling, but chose to ignore it.

“Yeah, I get it. The world would be lost without me and my amazing basketball skills.” The blue-haired male said cockily as he chuckled. Kagami sighed at his lover and shook his head. He couldn't believe his lover could be such a jackass still.

The rest of the party was spent with the group talking and telling stories of the good times in the past. They were able to find out a lot of new facts about a few of the Miracles with those stories, and one of those things was that Murasakibara and Himuro were dating. Kagami nearly had a meltdown when he found out his brother was dating the purple-haired giant.

The time had flown by quickly, and they finally noticed that it was beginning to get dark and everyone needed to go home, or for those staying out of town, they needed to get to the hotel they were staying in. The next day they were all planning to meet back up and play basketball together.

“We'll meet you there tomorrow!” Kagami called to the group as they left the apartment. He waved to the group and closed the door, leaving the couple alone together. Kagami felt exhausted from all of the events that'd happened in one day.

“Kagami! Come cuddle!” The blue-haired male yelled out from the bedroom. The redhead sighed and chuckled to himself. He still couldn't wrap his head around how clingy his lover had become after awakening from his coma. He knew that Aomine was always clingy, but now he was able to show it without feeling any awkwardness, especially since Kagami welcomed the affection. Wanting to get to bed and be along with the blue-haired male as fast as possible, the redhead began to walk to the room when his lover called out again. “Bring drinks! We'll need them later!”

“Lazy bum...” Kagami did as he asked and then went to the bedroom. Aomine was laying there only in his boxers which were actually Kagami's. “Why are you naked?”

“Why aren't you naked?” The male responded in a snarky voice as he smirked. He watched as Kagami set the drinks down and then laid down on the bed. He sighed as he laid face first on the pillows, finally allowing himself to feel the emotion he'd been ignoring the whole day. Aomine seemed to notice the sudden change and it worried him. “You good?”

“I was thinking about what Momoi said.”

“She says a lot, what specifically?”

“When she said we're lucky that you're okay. You really could have died... I could have lost you.” Kagami was mumbling now and it was obvious that he'd been upset by that thought.

“Yeah, but you didn't. But you're right, it would have been horrible since you would have been completely lost without me if I'd died.” Aomine chuckled a bit, but when Kagami didn't move he sat up and moved closer to his lover and laid down next to him to have better access to see his face as they talked.

“When you were in the coma I thought you were going to never wake up. I still get this sickening feeling in my stomach when I think about that. I think I would actually have been lost without you...”

“Damn Taiga, you're talking like you love me or something.” Aomine laughed a little bit but Kagami shot up and stared wide-eyed at him, which instantly silenced his laughing.

“Because I do...” It seemed like the red-haired male was surprised to realize the feeling.

“Wait, what?” Aomine sat up, a little confused at the direction the conversation was going. He didn't expect a sudden confession, even though deep down inside they both had known what their feelings were for a little while now.

“I'm in love with you. I first realized it in the hospital and I just forgot until now.” It honestly shocked both of the males, but Aomine's shock quickly turned to annoyance.

“You really are an idiot, aren't you?”

“Shut up! That's how you respond to me telling you that I love you?!” Kagami smacked the blue-haired male with a pillow out of embarrassment and anger. In turn, he retaliated by hitting Kagami with a pillow of his own. A pillow fight then broke out as pillows began to fly around and collide with one as the other moved to smack the other's face with their own pillow. The bookshelf was hit and a few things fell off and the side table was also hit, nearly knocking the lamp off but neither male noticed nor did they care. The fight reached a sudden conclusion when Aomine pounced on Kagami, knocking both males back onto the bed as their pillows fell away.

“Tell me again.” Aomine had a smile on his face as he looked down at the redhead.

“What?”

“Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you Daiki.” The blue-haired male pressed his lips onto Kagami's.

“I love you too, Taiga.” Hearing those words caused the redhead's heart to beat faster. He pulled Aomine down to him and began to kiss him. The two kissed until tongues got involved and their remaining clothes were discarded. For the first time knowing what the feeling was, the lovers didn't just have sex. They had always felt something stronger when they were intimate, but they only now realized that it was love. So, since the lovers had finally realized their love for each other, their usual sex was full of their strong and deep emotions for each other.

“Hey Taiga...” Aomine mumbled as the two were snuggling and nearly falling asleep after their activities. The blue-haired male was snuggled against Kagami with his head on Kagami's chest, with the red-haired male's arms tightly wrapped around him. He felt a little strange laying like that, but he couldn't care at the moment, as he was just enjoying his time with the redhead.

“Hmm?” Came Kagami's sleepy response, he was practically asleep but woke up a bit when he heard the blue-haired male speak.

“I'm glad you fell in love with me.”

“I'm glad I fell in love with you too. Even if you're still an asshole.” His response caused Aomine to chuckle.

“Tch, you're lucky I love you too.” With that, the lovers fell into a peaceful sleep, holding onto each other.

They had faced many obstacles to reach this point, and they would come across even more in the future. They couldn't be certain of the future or how anything would turn out, but they had a feeling that they would be able to overcome anything they came across, as long as they were together, which they planned to always be.

#aokaga #aomine #Aomine Daiki #aomine x kagami #kagami #kagami taiga #kuroko no basket #Kuroko's Basketball

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why can’t i have that?

hey i wrote a really quick henclair thing. i meant for this to be fluff but it became more dustin centric and introspective than i originally intended. sorry - the henclair is there at the end! but it’s mostly dustin centric, him being emo about dying alone, with side byeler bc i’m predictable. there’s mention of underage drinking and they’re all aged up to be 17 in here. this is my first time writing Dramatic Dustin so i hope it wasn’t too terrible...

Dustin wakes up with his head aching which immediately puts him in a bad mood. He grumbles sleepily from his place on Mike’s basement floor, the pain too much to simply ignore and go back to sleep. Last night had been just the guys - rewatching Star Wars and eating junk food, and then taking sips of the whiskey Mike had stolen from his father’s cabinet. It had been disgusting and Dustin was ready to spit it out but watching the way Lucas chugged it down, smirking at all of them after he’d finished, bolstered his competitive spirit and he immediately chugged down several sips.

Now, he was paying the price for it.

He’s considering the pros and cons of waking up and dragging his sorry hungover - over barely a glass of whiskey?! Seriously!? Alcohol was such bullshit - self up the stairs for a glass of water and Advil, and hopefully Mrs. Wheeler’s cooking. Then he remembers that she’s out for the weekend - the only reason they’d been able to drink alcohol in the first place, and feels despair so acute in his gut, he could throw up.

There’s a soft groaning from the couch and he cranes his neck a little to see Will sitting up with a disgruntled expression, his eyes squinting. Dustin’s about to ask him if he feels the after-effects of the whiskey as well when two gangly arms come out of nowhere, wrap around Will’s waist, and pull him back down against the couch. Will squirms a little. “Mike,” he says with fond exasperation and now Dustin is definitely going to throw up.

So… yeah. That was a thing. Mike and Will, not officially “together” by any means but pretty much definitely “together” in every sense of the word - now they slept together on the couch or even retreated up to Mike’s bedroom on sleepover nights, held hands whenever they went out to the party, and Dustin had seen Will’s swollen lips and Mike’s self-satisfied smile too many times. He’s happy for his friends, he really is, but it reminds him of how Mike and El and Lucas and Max were back in the beginning of high school - happy couple holding hands and shit, painfully reminding Dustin of his single status and how at this rate he was going to die alone.

Dustin wasn’t… lonely by the standard definition of lonely but it sure would be nice to have someone to cuddle in the morning. Not that he wanted to cuddle Will or Mike - judging by Mike’s soft voice and Will’s motherfucking giggles, he was going to kill them if they engaged in any public displays of affection right in front of him. Like, seriously how dare they? Didn’t they care about his feelings?

He turns his head back to his other companion on the floor. “Lucas are you seeing this shit?” But there’s no Lucas in his sleeping bag, beside him, where they fell asleep last night. He blinks. “Hey guys stop making out for a second - where’s Lucas?”

Mike groans out loud. “We weren’t making out!” Yet, Dustin thinks miserably.

Will sticks his head out to where he is with a sheepish smile. “Oh you’re awake,” he says, way too chipper for someone who most definitely has a hangover. “Well, he’s probably upstairs. Do you wanna go check and see?”

Will does this thing with his voice where he’s not exactly asking you to do something but he might as well be with his large hazel doe-like eyes. Dustin has never wanted to punch his friend so much.

“Fine,” he grumbles as he stands, making sure to look as unhappy as possible. His headache has increased exponentially - a certain consequence from being exposed to his friends happy gay vibes. Will is smiling, pleased, and Mike isn’t even looking at Dustin, running his hands up Will’s sides and kissing his ear. Dustin makes a disgusted noise before he climbs up the stairs, making sure to step down on each one particularly hard, even though it makes his ears ring something awful.

“How dare you,” is how he greets Lucas. Lucas, who’s in the kitchen looking perfectly fine, cooking eggs on the stove, a plate of warm toast already on the table.

Lucas raises his eyebrows at him. “Good morning to you too, asshole,” he says cheerfully.

Dustin practically throws himself onto the chair with a whine. “How could you leave me down there with the lovebirds?! They’re in their honeymoon stage - it’s disgusting!”

“It’s cute,” Lucas corrects him with a laugh. He grabs a glass, fills it with water, and hands it to Dustin. “Here. Drink this, you look like shit.”

“Still look better than you,” Dustin mumbles back, before chugging the water down gratefully. “I mean seriously, don’t they have any shame? I swear, Mike was going to eat Will right in front of me! Like come on!”

“At least they’re happy?” Lucas puts a plate in front of him, eggs a little runny just the way he likes it, so that he can dip his toast into it. “I mean… you remember sophomore year.” Dustin cringes. Yeah, he remembers sophomore year. Mike and El’s messy breakup, Will’s obvious and tragic pining - yeah it was bad. Really bad. “Make sure you eat some toast, then take some Advil,” Lucas gestures for him to eat. “You have a headache right?”

Dustin sinks in his seat, flashing back to the way Lucas had so easily drank last night. “No, I don’t,” he lies. Lucas isn’t with Max anymore either, the two of them amicably breaking up last summer but Lucas has still drifted from him in a way Dustin didn’t like thinking about. He’d joined the track and field team at his dad’s urging and by junior year he was a star player of the team. Doing sports did good things for your reputation and Lucas had been elevated to “cool kid.” He still hung out with them but he also hung out with a lot more people - not the art kids like Will knew or the theater nerds Mike hung out with. Certainly not anyone on the school decathalon team like Dustin was. Lucas was smart, athletic, popular, and probably went to tons of parties were he learned how to drink whiskey like that.

Yeah, Dustin definitely didn’t want to think about that.

Lucas stares at him, his dark eyes seeing right through him. “Just eat, Henderson.”

So Dustin does, moodily chewing his eggs and toast, his mood too foul to properly enjoy them even though they’re exactly the kind of pick me up he needed after last night. He’s feeling weird - frustrated over Will and Mike’s easy affection, jealous that he can’t have any of that for his own, and Lucas standing there in front of him with his patient eyes and sly smile isn’t helping him at all. Lucas hands him the pills after he’s eaten most of his breakfast. “Drink.”

“Whatever,” Dustin mumbles as he does so. Lucas’s smile is gone, replaced with a concerned frown.

“Hey man, are you okay? You’re like, moodier than normal.” His voice goes quiet. “Mike didn’t really - “

“No!” Dustin’s head is throbbing. “No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just. It’s so stupid. Relationships, love.” He sighs, pushing his plate away, and putting his head down on the table. “It’s all bullshit.”

Lucas doesn’t say anything but after a beat of silence, Dustin feels a hand in his hair, slowly stroking his curls. Dustin hates that Lucas knows how much this calms him down - he wants to stay angry god damn it - but the tension in his body slowly starts to seep out, as Lucas’s touch somehow magically massages his headache away.

After all, Dustin knows it’s not bullshit. He wants that - he wants soft looks in the morning, tender touches in the afternoon, and a warm body to curl up with at night. He wants to feel love and be loved in return. It doesn’t seem like it should be so hard, considering most of his friends have been with someone at least once. Dustin wants to call up Steve and tell him that his advice was full of shit but it’s not like Dustin every laid moves on someone he actually wanted to be with. He didn’t want to just date someone for the experience. He wanted someone that he could talk to about the recent discoveries in gene therapy and have them actually listen instead of having their eyes glaze over. He wanted someone who would listen to him when he cried about New Zealand’s kakapos becoming an endangered species because of what it could mean for other similar species.

He wanted someone like Lucas, who did all of that and more. But Lucas had so much more going for him so there was no way Dustin could find someone to replace him. It was impossible.

“Are you falling asleep Dustin?” Lucas hasn’t stopped petting his hair, but he definitely sounds amused. Dustin groans into the table, insistently bumping his head against Lucas’s hand.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbles, eyes shutting close. Maybe he was getting a little sleepy. “Don’t stop, or I’ll die.”

“You’re so dramatic.” Lucas hums a little, a tune Dustin vaguely recognizes as a song that Will keeps playing in Mike’s car. It’s always Will in the passenger seat, holding Mike’s hand across the dash, while Dustin and Lucas are pressed close together in the back. It’s always been like that.

“Hey Dustin?” Lucas’s voice is serious and Dustin tries to listen even though dreamland is dragging him back into blissful sleep. “It’s not bullshit, you know. Love and all that. I promise, it isn’t.”

Easy for you to say asshole, Dustin wants to reply but he’s already asleep. He doesn’t know it, but Lucas keeps stroking his hair, staring at him with longing, intense eyes, words that remain unspoken getting swallowed in the lukewarm morning air.

#henclair #basically dustin being emo about being alone #but also being emo about lucas #without realizing that he's in love with lucas #and lucas is definitely in love with him #i should follow up on this one day!!!!!#sorry for making mike and will so domestic that's my agenda and y'all know it #fic stuff

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