#player's one sided love for dust makes me giggle

[liliallowed]

relationship status:

murder status:

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

This is what I think living with Beefy!Bucky would look like:

THERE ARE TWO PARTS, SFW AND NSFW (please read the warnings before you start reading, and lemme know if I missed anything!)

Warnings: allusions towards sex, allusions towards unprotected sex, shower sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, spitting on v and Beefy!Bucky being hot (yes that's a warning). Please feel free to DM me if I missed anything :) SFW:

Bucky would walk around only in sweatpants (of your choice, obvi🤭). His muscular chest and back are on display 24/7, and he'll only wear a Henley (you bought one in every colour for his birthday) during the winter.

You would only wear either one of his T-shirts or Henleys around, with a pair of underwear and that's it.

Ya'll cook dinner together every night. Bucky bought an old record player so, he could play all the old records you got him for Christmas. And while dinner is cooking, he'll pull you to the side by your waist then slow dance with you to either Ella Fitzgerald or Frank Sinatra.

"C'mon, doll. The rice is not going to get burnt. It's jus' one dance. F'me?" He smiles, as he pulls you in by your waist. You smile at your man begrudgingly, and place your palms on his bare chest, "fine. But just one song." You say in your playfully stern voice. Bucky laughs and presses a kiss to your hairline, "anything for you, doll."

You sweep and dust, Bucky mops and vacuums.

He'll let you get any household accessory for ya'll's apartment, whether it be a trinket, a fake cactus, or a picture frame.

"Are you sure?" You ask, holding onto the snow globe with a little glass dachshund inside of it. Bucky laughs and rubs your back, "s'fine doll, I think it'll look great next to the record player," he gives in to your want to buy the snow globe. You squealed when you first saw it, and Bucky knew he had to get it immediately.

You'll be singing a song with headphones on, making some coffee in the kitchen, and just dancing wildly. And Bucky would just lean against the wall of the hallway, just staring at you lovingly.

Laundry day is actually fun, you would fold the cleaned and dried linen and clothes. While Bucky would put them back in their drawers and shelves (using his astonishingly tall height).

NSFW(alright here we go):

If you're bending over the counter to wipe a specific mark that won't go away, Bucky won't be able to hold himself back.

You bite your lip in concentration and scrub at the mark with a wet sponge, but it doesn't go away. Suddenly, you feel two large hands grab at your hips and pull you back. "Fuck me, doll. You can't do that," he growls into your ear, slowly shoving your underwear aside. You giggle and ask what does he mean. "You can't be bent over the counter and then not expect me to fuck you," he shoves his own sweatpants down. You roll your eyes, as you feel the tip of him at your entrance. "Bucky," you whine, slightly pushing your hips back in his direction. "Yes, sweetheart?" he smirks, pressing his lips against your neck. "Buck, I need you," you softly moan and throw your head back against his shoulder. "Oh I know baby, me too," he whispers in her ear.

When he comes home after a long day, and hear's you in the shower, he will not hesitate to jump in with you.

He drags himself to your shared bathroom and hears the creaky pipes of your shower being used. He smiles and walks into the bathroom. You smile when you see him, "Hey, love. How was your day?" He smiles as he starts undressing before hopping in the shower with you, "better now that I'm here with you." He kisses you passionately before pushing you up against the wall, he slightly bends and grabs the back of your thighs. "Jump" is the only word he growls against your lips. You giggle and jump slightly, and your legs are wrapped around his waist as he uses his godly strength to hold you up against the wall. You moan, as you feel him rub his tip on your sensitive button. "Bucky, baby, please," you whine as you grip onto his broad shoulders. "Oh doll, you don't have to beg me. I going to fuck you either way."

Morning sex is an everyday thing that happens at y'all's apartment. He'll either wake you up to the scene of him in between your thighs. OR. He'll wake you up with his cock inside of you. Either way, you're not complaining.

You stir at the tingly feeling between your thighs, and you open your eyes groggily to see Buck (and his beefiness) wrapping your thighs around his head. He winks and smirks at you, "mornin', doll." He licks a thick strip up your slit, and you arch your back at the sudden sensation, "ah! Bucky!" Bucky continues to swivel his tongue over your clit, knowing how much you love it. Your moans slowly get louder, as Bucky soon pokes at your hole with his thick fingers. Soon you're wailing in pleasure, and grabbing at Bucky's hair begging him to make you come. "Come f'me, princess," he says before spiting harshly on your pussy.

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Thank you for reading lovelies!!

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being their pregnant partner featuring

Osamu, Bokuto and Sakusa

Osamu Miya x GN! Reader; Kotaro Bokuto x GN! Reader; Kiyoomi Sakusa x GN! Reader

Warnings: absolute fluff

An: I’m continuing this series because I love it so much and it helps me get myself back into the writing mode

Osamu

“Sweetheart, darling! Where are you?” Osamu yells from the opening of his newest branch of Onigiri Miya.

“In the back!” You respond, picking up yet another crate of rice and plopping it down on the stainless steel countertop.

“YN what the heck? I told you to stop lifting stuff!” Osamu scolded, walking into the back just as you were about to set the crate down. You rolled your eyes, dusting off your hands as you went to grab the last crate. Before you could reach it, the crate was swept up into your husbands arms as he narrowed his eyes on you before setting it down on the table. You scowled back at him, daring him to say what you knew he was thinking.

“Darling, I told you to stop lifting heavy things. You’re 8 months pregnant, you should be resting. I thought Kita would have helped you, he always offers.”

“Oh he did offer but I told him you’d be doing it. Then he said in his Kita dad voice ‘YN don’t you lift those crates’ and I said ‘scouts honor’” you mocked and giggled as Osamu just shock his head in response

“And what happened to scouts honor?” He asked as you showed him the fingers you had crossed behind your back.

“There’s always a way out of a scouts honor Osamu, you should know that by now!”

Osamu sighed, putting his hands on his hips and contemplating. What was he going to do with you?

“Maybe should have Atsumu babysit you when I can’t be around? Now that we have so many restaurants, is hard for me to always be here.”

You neck snapped to Osamu, eyes wide as you practically scream, “Atsumu? Babysit me? You’re joking Samu! We’d go under in a week if Sumu was here everyday! Are you saying you don’t trust me?”

Osamu sighed because he did trust you but he also knew you weren’t going to just sit and rest like the doctor told you to do.

“Ok how about this? How about we hire you an assistant and they can help with the heavy lifting? That way you can still supervise and help me cook but I won’t have to worry about you accidently popping our child out too early?”

You giggled at the concept before agreeing to your husbands suggestions, hugging his waist as he gently kissed your forehead.

Bokuto

“Hey everyone!” You shouted, walking into a gym packed with sweaty, buff volleyball players. You’re hands were full of lunch items as you slowly attempted to navigate your belly and the food to the center of the gym.

“Whoa YN hold up!” Your husband Bokuto yelled, feet racing towards you as you continued to make your way.

Suddenly, one giant hand grabbed the bags of food while the other hand gently guided you along your back to the benches at the side of the court.

“Kotaro, you know I’m capable of walking right? The doctor even said it was good for me!” You whined as Bokuto narrowed his eyes on you.

Ever since you’d found out about your prepgancy, your usually goofy husband had become rather strict.

“YN how much sitting have you done today?” Bokuto questioned as you pretended you didn’t hear him.

“Let me go set up the food first, then we can talk ok?” You remarked going to stand as your large husband pushed you back down, prompting chuckles from the peanut gallery behind him.

“Kotaro, you’re embarrassing me! Let me go!” You whisper shouted as Bokuto stood tall, his arms across his broad chest as he glared down at you. Normally you’d this extremely attractive but right now, the only thing Kotaro was doing was being annoying.

Bokuto sighed, knowing he was being a little strict with you but it was for your own good. He wanted you and your baby to be safe and healthy.

“Well I guess Akaashi did say I was being a little overprotective,” he spoke as your eyes lite up, “but you need to sit down while setting up the food ok? No attitude Yn!”

“You got it!” You smiled, standing up and kissing your husbands cheek as he grabbed your hand and walked you towards awaiting team of hungry guys.

Sakusa

“YN I’m home!” Sakusa shouted, the overwhelming scent of cleaner hitting his face as you rounded the corner, mop and bucket in hand.

“Oh thank goodness your home! I need help emptying there buckets of dirty water and refilling them,” you hummed as Sakusa sighed silently.

You were in the deeps of nesting and it was nearly impossible to get you to rest your very pregnant body. Try as he might, Sakusa had been unable to put a stop to your chaos.

He’d woken up many times in the middle of the night to you fast asleep in the nursery, amidst piles of unfolded baby clothes and diapers. He even come home on day to every single dish drying on the counter after you’d throughly cleaned the cabinets.

“Sweetie why don’t you rest for a few minutes? I bought your favorite home!” He proclaimed excitedly, hoping the allure of food would get you to rest your tired feet for a few seconds.

“Just a second love, I’m almost finished recaulking around the toilet!” You answered as Sakusa set down the food and made his way to the bathroom.

Sure enough, there you were, on your hands and knees apply caulking to their toilet. He rolled his eyes before coming behind you, putting his arms under yours and hauling you up.

“Babe I was almost done and now the caulk will be messed up!” You whined as he hauled you to the kitchen before setting you down in a chair. He began gather your food and setting it in front of you as you pouted.

“Eat first and then you can finish. You need a break. How much have you done today anyways?” He questioned as you began shoveling food in your mouth.

“Well, let’s see,” you thought, mentally going over your checklist in your mind.

“You know what, never mind babe, you can just show me after we are done ok?” Sakusa conversed, knowing very well that you’d again outdone yourself.

“Can you help me with the water for the buckets after dinner kiyoomi?” You again requested as your husband just smiled before leaning over to kiss your forehead.

“Of course my love.”

[drewsbuzzcut]

Lay All Your Love On Me

college baseball player!drew starkey x fem!reader

a college baseball au blurb (summer series)

warnings: mentions being naked and alludes to sex

You can’t stop your hands from shaking. You’re not nervous, just excited. You’re about to marry your best friend in a small, beautiful chapel in Capri, Italy.

You and Drew signed any document necessary for you to be here. You will get married and travel throughout Italy as your honeymoon. The Italy trip has been planned since your junior year of college, but just last minute you both decided to elope there. You were glad to have it be just the two of you, not needing to worry about planning and stressing about other people. It is also way more romantic.

The warm breeze blows through your hair, loose waves flowing off your shoulders. You’re dressed in a simple, white dress with a broderie anglaise pattern in the fabric, paired with green kitten heels.

The sun sneaks in past the arches of the old building, casting you in an angelic glow. The sunlight also makes Drew’s eyes look like stained glass, meant to be in some kind of museum to be appreciated. However, you wish to be the only one that can swim in them.

His hands hold your delicate ones, softly tracing your knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

You take multiple deep breaths as the priest joins both of your hearts for eternity, but there’s nothing more calming than Drew’s touch, or his lingering stare. The closer you get to finally being married, the more you see Drew’s face turn up into a smile. A smile that becomes tearful when you both recite your vows. Nothing or anyone can prepare you for how emotional it is. You wipe away his tears just as he does the same for you.

When the priest gets to the final part, the part before Drew gets to kiss you, both of your hearts start racing, dying to jump into each other’s arms. However, the moment you’re both to say “I do,” everything moves in slow motion. The way your faces light up in a bright smile, and Drew grabs onto your arms to pull you into him. His hands rest on your hips while one of yours cups the back of his neck and the other is splayed out on the side of his face, making sure his lips don’t leave yours. Your sweet kiss is interrupted by your soft giggles, a deep blush dusting your cheeks when you look up to see Drew with the same flushed smile. You pull him into a hug, arms wrapping around his neck right before you whisper your words of love into his ear.

“We’re married!” You gleam, your whole body thrumming with elation.

“I love you, Mrs. Starkey,” Drew says, kissing you one more time. You have to stop yourself from screaming out loud and jumping around like a maniac.

As you and Drew walk back to your small villa, you have your hands on each other the whole time. Yours rests happily around his waist while his hand caresses the back of your neck. The stark contrast of the cold metal of his wedding band biting at your hot skin serves as your personal reminder that you’re now married.

Every once in a while you have to stop your trek so you can pull him down into a kiss almost as blistering as the sun. Making it back to your small villa proves to be a difficult task when you both continue to stop every other minute, needing to drown in each other, too impatient to wait until you’re confined in privacy.

However, when you do make it back, Drew is quick to strip you out of your dress. He has to stop for a minute, collecting his thoughts and calming his breathing when he sees you only dressed in dainty, white lingerie. Something you picked up before your trip.

You fluster under his heated, desire-filled gaze, growing shy as if it’s the first time he’s seeing you naked. The pad of his finger traces your small flower tattoo along your collarbone before his hands rub your arms, making your chills disappear. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling softly when you look down.

“Don’t get shy on me, darling,” he whispers in your ear, kissing the shell of it after. His smooth voice makes you melt, your body leaning all the way into him. His hands travel the expanse of your back, stopping along the way to trace your sun tattoo inked on the skin of your tailbone. He slowly peels your panties off then moves to unclasp your bra, leaving you completely bare while he’s still wearing his linen pants and sage green button up.

“I want you,” you whimper, blinking up at him through your eyelashes, your eyes hypnotizing him to do whatever you ask as if he’d ever tell you no.

Your hands start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his muscled chest up his neck.

“I love you, husband,” you giggle, growing excited at the new pet name you can finally call him.

“I love you more, my beautiful wife,” he says, picking you up and throwing you on the bed, loving the melodious sounds of your laughter.

“Show me,” you muse, looking absolutely heavenly with your hair splayed out over the soft pillows, and your silky body on display.

“I intend to,” he claims, igniting that flame.

You just smile, readying yourself for the pleasure that is sure to take over.

a/n: First installment of the summer series. Hope you all enjoy!!!

taglist: @maybankslover @91vhs @sp00ky-spr1te @livsters @seris-circle @one-sweet-gubler @a06e @tiacordelia02 @ijustwanttoreadlols @a23starkey @cameronmedia @mutual-mendes

[boyfhees]

🗗 OUT OF CHARACTER | k. sakusa

warnings. food mentions, very very slightly suggestive, mentions of knives and killing lmao isa i swear this ain't angst ( 0.8k approx. )

note. for isa ( @kiyelle ) my love ! happiest birthday, and i'm sorry this is like a day late. hope u like this ^_^ pls ignore that i haven't written /properly/ in like over a month help i forgot how to not make everything literal crack isa im so sorry

"i'm pretty sure we don't use cleaver knives to slice salted eggs," oh, you know that. you don't need sakusa to remind you. however, a little experiment here and there, once in a while, doesn't really hurt.

"why do we even have this at home?" a scoff slips off your tongue as you press your lips in a thin line, checking out the anatomy of the said kitchen appliance, before shooting him a menacing grin. "you're not planning to murder me in sleep now, are you?"

"hm, perhaps?" he cocks his head slightly, mirroring the expression on your face before snaking his arms around you as he pulls you closer. "you do make living a tad bit harder."

you chuckle, that's the plan. a few beats pass away in silence as he admires you with utmost adoration in his eyes. there's a smile on his face and it resonates of love.

you missed these warm mornings with sakusa. you missed waking up next to him, the taste of his food, his kisses, his touch, him— maybe, it's the price you pay for dating nation's top volleyball player? it's funny. and if in case sakusa is capable of hearing your thoughts right now, you well aware that he'll laugh at you for being madly in love with him, despite knowing that he has fallen harder, and so deep that he's not being himself anymore.

"is there a way i can make it easier for you?" you mumble with the same lovestruck smile, hands wrapping around his neck as you step closer, capturing his lips with yours.

he smiles into the kiss, tucking on your waist a little to frame you against the kitchen counter. well, kissing is a good way to make his life easier. he can lose calories and spend less time at the gym, ultimately spending every second by your side. sakusa hopes it makes sense, even though he's certain it doesn't.

but logic is far out of his reach when you're in front of him, in his arms, your lips on his instead of preparing breakfast; he's at home. logic is the last thing he needs right now.

you try to pull away, only for him to lead you to the couch, a few giggles spin in the air as you lie down, one hand cupping his face while the other brushing through his hair. a dust of pink rests on his cheeks, and what you're doing right now is very out of character of him. sakusa likes to kiss you, he can do it all day, but not like this. not when you need to tend to your breakfast before it burns, not when your phone is ringing and he's doing everything to stop you from attending the call.

"omi—" you attempt to pull away again, only for him to deepen the kiss; and you give in, like the lover drunk soul you are. you don't know what happened to him in past few weeks while he was away from you. however, you surely don't complain.

another series of ringtones, another fight to pull away. you feel him smile, one that fades away quickly as you turn over, pinning him down to the couch before grabbing your phone. "kiyoomi. i need to take this call,"

and from what sakusa could hear, it's your workmate. he's checks the time, you're late by two minutes. his nose scrunches up in annoyance, it's just two minutes. sakusa has been known of his punctuality and it surely does come to him as a surprise when he realises that you're late for work and he doesn't mind any part of it. ( you know, he doesn't mind if either of you are late to work if you both are busy kissing each other )

he looks at you, fiddling with your fingers, waiting for you to hang up. just how long is it going to take? sakusa is going through multiple waves of emotions and one of them is purely because your workmate is disturbing you while you were busy doing some important work.

"no i'm not sick, i'll be there— ouch—" you shriek as he nibbles on your neck, a sinister grin on his face and you shift away from him, before answering your friend's questions. "no no, it's my cat. it scratched me."

sakusa smirks, some kind of cat you have.

"what's with you today?" you finally hang up, his hands sliding in yours as he pulls you closer. "you're acting like a five year old right now. so clingy, and for what?"

"i don't know, maybe because i was out for a tournament and haven't seen you in like two weeks?" that sounds like something atsumu would say, and you're sure sakusa has been spending too much time with the said miya that he has gone crazy. "maybe."

you see, being roommates with atsumu has it's own flaws. the last time they went for a tournament, sakusa came back with a weird habit of singing old, rusty songs after getting drunk. the time before that, atsumu rubbed off on him in the worst ways possible and sakusa hasn't stopped using deez nuts jokes ever since. his antics right now, you're sure he acquired them from him too. but again, who are you to complain?

sakusa's lips trail along your jawline, down your neck before he looks into your eyes once again. "you should call in sick today."

"i can't lie, you know it." now, that's a lie.

he frowns. "you lied about not knowing me when that reporter asked you about our relationship,"

"i can't lie to my employer, kiyoomi." you clarify, chuckling as you kiss his palms.

"we can get onto that." there's a mischievous hint in his voice as he kisses your fingers, eyes enunciating a wicked plan. "tell him you have some things to take care of at home,"

"like?"

"like," and he pins you down the couch once again, leaning down as he smiles against your lips. "looking after your five year old clingy boyfriend."

taglist in the rbs.

[evanspresso]

Maybe for the Christmas concepts you could do Christmas decorating fluff?

like y/n is super everything-has-to-be-perfect and Evan doesn’t care but when he tries to interfere and doesn’t do it how y/n likes she gets a bit angry and Evan just finds it funny and it turns into some cute arguing.

if you can’t that’s fine but your writing is just so 👌🏻✨

love itttt!!

first christmas shenanigans

listen to what’s on their speakers

“You know this can make or break a couple.” Evan says matter-of-factly from the floor where he’s setting up the tree on the stand.

He hears her scoff from where she is in the kitchen. Finishing up glazing the cinnamon rolls she insisted they make a tradition out of for when they are decorating.

“Good thing I’m a team player.” She chirps while walking back into the living room.

“Absolutely not!” He laughs making her cross her arms at him. “You’re such a control freak.” He says, dusting off his jeans as he stands.

“I. Am. Not!” She grits, hitting him with one of the decorative pillows she pulled out of the boxes. “I just like things to look nice.” She says turning up her chin.

“Exactly.” He says making her roll her eyes.

“You have some nerve! You didn’t even decorate last year, you’re lucky you have me this year.” She sing songs making Evan chuckle in response.

“Yes, I’m very lucky baby.” He says walking towards her, placing his hands against her cheeks as he pulls her into his chest.

Y/n puckers her lips for him to kiss and he does which causes her to him against his lips before pulling away from him so quickly he feels light headed.

“Now we decorate!” She squeals, running towards the box labels ‘Christmas’.

-

The music plays softly through the speakers and of course the bickering continued. A bunch of here and there’s about where things should be placed, and what goes together.

Evan watched y/n’s determination radiate off of her as she hummed along to the carols, her festive pajamas making her look less threatening and maybe, more like an angry elf whenever he put something in the wrong place or asked, “what the hell is this?”

He huffed while plopping down in the couch, looking at the now lit Christmas tree that made the room glow like gold in the clouds. Evan smiled intently as he watched her smile out at it from where she stood.

“You think the cinnamon rolls are cooled down?” he asked.

Y/n tilted her head at him and nodded, her bambi eyes now hooded with content. “Oh yea, I almost forgot about them.” She said as he stood from where he sat in the cushions.

“I’ll go get them.” He rasped out, kissing the top of her head before heading into the kitchen.

Y/n bit her bottom lip contently as she watched him walk away, tilting her head to the side to watch him in the kitchen and she couldn’t help but think how good he looked.

And she knew how lucky she was, she was so in love.

-

Y/n’s eyes widened remembering one last thing. She had went to the plant nursery earlier in the day because she had to get the cutest mistletoe she could find.

Her giddy smile stayed plastered on her lips as she pulled a chair and stood onto it to hang it up on the paneling going into the living room.

“What are you doing?” Evan says with amusement as he enters the living room.

“Putting up one last thing.” Y/n beams looking back at him from where she’s stood on the chair.

Evan smiles and places the plates down into the coffee table before making his way towards her. She bites her lip excitedly as his eyes flash with an expectant expression.

“Is this gonna be another tradition too?” He wants to know as he places his hands on her hips.

“I hope so.”

He winks at her and helps her off of the chair, placing her sock clad feet down into the floor. They stare into each others eyes as the music sways them into one another’s arms, tenderly and softly.

Evan points up at the mistletoe causing y/n to giggle as they both look up at it. She blushes when she looks back at him to see him already looking at her with that million dollar smile.

He caresses his nose against hers before going in for the jackpot, his lips crashing into her sugary sweet ones. They both hum intensely against each other as he runs his fingers through her hair causing her to grip his sweater tightly.

He moves his lips towards her cheek and sloppily kisses up to her ear, nipping at it playfully as she squeezed his bicep. “The cinnamon rolls are going to get cold.” She whispered.

“Fuck the cinnamon rolls.” He responds playfully.

Her shrieks fill the space as he throws her over his shoulders, his large hand playfully smacking her bum as she shrikes out loudly, squirming in his grasp.

“Mr. Peters please, I have to be on the nice list!”

Evan laughs dauntingly as he makes his way towards the couch, lightly plopping her down onto her back- her hair fanning around her like a halo while her giggles echo in the air.

“I’m sure tonight can be an exception.”

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Accidentally In Love

Epilogue

Summary: Dean and Y/n are finally moving forward in life

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 431

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: A good ol' fashioned rom-com happy ending! Thanks for reading this one xo Alex

Catch up with the series masterlist and check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly!

The early morning light had begun to filter through the curtains, highlighting the specks of dust floating in the air. Dean had climbed out of his empty bed, her side still warm when he had groggily felt around in hopes of pulling the architect into his arms. 

Soft music was playing from his record player as he made his way downstairs. He followed the smell of cooking bacon toward the kitchen, finding Y/n mixing something in a bowl. The engineer smiled to himself as he watched her quietly singing along to the Zeppelin song. Dean snuck up behind her, peaking on the tips of his toes to see she was mixing a batter before he reached over her shoulder, dipping his finger into the bowl and depositing the glob of batter onto Y/n’s nose. 

“Dean?!” she turned her head towards the man, a laugh erupting from deep in her belly. He smiled back, unable to contain himself as he let her joy light him up from the inside out. 

“Good morning,” he smiled down at her as she wiped the food from her nose. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin as he rubbed his knuckles against the swell of her abdomen. “How are my girls doing?”

“Well one of us couldn’t sleep so the other decided to make daddy breakfast,” Y/n explained with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t getting much sleep these days as their baby doubled in size. 

“That was unnecessary,” Dean offered.

“So you are saying you don’t want any of this bacon? Cause I’d be happy to keep it all to myself…” she trailed off as returned to the counter to grab the meat. 

“Nuh, uh, no way you are keeping me away from the bacon,” Dean tsked as he also reached for his favorite treat. Y/n giggled as Dean beat her to the bacon, plucking a few crispy strips from the plate before she could stop him. 

“Fine,” Y/n relented. “You can eat your bacon, but only because I love you.”

“I love you too,” Dean agreed before continuing. “Both of you.” 

The woman grinned at her boyfriend, contentment written across their features as Dean met his lips with hers in a gentle caress. If someone had told him a year ago this is where his life would be, he certainly would have never believed them. And while he hadn’t meant to fall in love with his best friend, there was no escaping her. And he couldn’t imagine anything better than her love.

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[drmflm]

—summary: when he was with you, even in the cobwebs of a dusty antique shop, you would always find a reason to smile.

—pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader

—wordcount: 758

—genre: fluff

—au: antique shop

—rating: g

—warnings: none!

—note: i wanted to get this posted for joong’s bday, but i got so busy this week there wasn’t a good time to post it 😭 i hope y’all will accept this late bday present 🥺💗

—masterlist | directory

The jangly bell hanging above the rickety door startled you when you first walked in. The air smelled musty and old—the type of scent you associated with old age homes and the elderly, a nostalgic promise of ancient wonders. This was not your typical area of expertise—rather, you and your boyfriend preferred to spend the days in cozy cafés and shopping centres filled with bustling people and pop radio tunes.

Yet, antiques of all kinds were displayed in ever flat surface of the room. Dusty tapestries lined the walls, and orchestral tunes rang from a record player. Sat behind a glass case was a woman who looked twice as old as the painting behind her—a yellowed and wrinkly canvas of smile lines and snowy hair.

Hongjoong’s reaction was immediate. He sneezed upon entering, and at his blatant allergies, you giggled, handing him a tissue from a bejewelled antique tissue holder, continuing on into the disorderly space to find a new—or rather old—treasure.

The old lady at the counter didn’t greet you—perhaps it was because she could neither hear nor see your arrival—so you took it upon yourself to look around. You were directed by the many overhanging signs that said what section you were in. In some cases, where the piles of things were simply too high, you were able to take an educated guess based on whether there were fridges, clothing, or other miscellaneous objects around you.

Hongjoong eventually made his way to your side, where he picked up a dusty music box and consequently sneezed. You snorted at him before brushing it off and opening it, laughing even harder at the horrible screech of a tune it let out.

At that, you heard a shutter click, startling and turning towards Hongjoong, who had his phone out, painting at you. You didn’t mean to tense up, but you were startled and accidentally backed away.

In response, Hongjoong quickly put down his phone, immediately placing it on a dusty bookshelf, walking towards you with his arms extended, “oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I should have asked first, I’m truly sorry.”

You just blanked, “no, no, it’s okay. Why are you sorry? Pictures are meant to be memories, so if you have one of me smiling, then it means it’s a happy one. And if I can be a happy memory for you, well, then I am honoured.”

He pulled back, looking into your eyes intently, “I know, it’s just—I want you to know that I respect you and your privacy and that you always have the choice to say no.”

This was only another reason why your boyfriend was truly a marvellous human being. You could only grin wider, letting him bring you into a quick hug once more and letting go.

“I know, and that’s why I love you,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently. “But it’s okay to take pictures, I don’t mind at all. As long as you show me before you post them.”

“Of course,” he said with a grin and a wink, and you already knew he was going to post something silly later.

When he grabbed his phone off the shelf, dust coated his screen, making it so the entire way to the till, he was just a sneezing frenzy (and a terribly hilarious source of laughter).

So, he decided to go back outside to get some fresh air, and at this—while the old lady at the counter rung up your order—you looked at the music box in your hands.

And for the first time since you saw it, after brushing the dust off it once more, you noted how on the top of the box, a smiley face was engraved into the wood.

© 2022 svt117 . all rights reserved.

[auspicious-manner]

Hi love your fics ❤

Can you write a Dodge Mason x fem reader fic?

They are in a established relationship and both are in the Panic game and the reader gets pregnant but doesn't know and then she goes through a dangerous challenge that puts her in the hospital and Dodge gets really worried and there they discovers she's pregnant and they decide that they want to keep the baby because it was made from their love and then Dodge decides to continue playing the game not just for Dayna but for his girlfriend and their baby.

Please make it very fluff ❤

Omg this is very detailed lol (i'm sorry for bad grammar, English is not my first language) 😂

i feel like i’m so bad at writing these types of stories but i like the idea 😭 and don’t apologize, i’m so happy you sent in a request! i based the dangerous challenge the reader goes through on the episode where they are in the house for the challenge and they almost go up in flames.

female reader x dodge

warnings: quick mention of hanging, pregnancy, house fire

Medical Miracle

•

the graybill house was a staple of carp culture for decades. it was rumored to be haunted, and any lovers that dared to enter would be killed by the ghosts of the house.

this rumor didn’t scare Y/N or dodge. both being skeptics, they were almost excited for the challenge at the graybill house.

dodge drove Y/N to the house the night of the challenge.

“how are you feeling?” dodge asked her.

“mentally i’m just fine, but i threw up a little this morning. not sure what that was all about.” she said back.

dodge sighed. “it’s not nerves, is it?”

“no, it’s not. i don’t know what it is. i’m not nervous and i don’t feel sick.”

dodge parked his car, and they met up with the rest of the players in front of the house. shortly after, diggins and summer explained the rules of the challenge. they said that the players had to get evidence of another player being scared shitless, and there was a riddle within the house that would be worth extra points if it was solved.

dodge and Y/N exchanged knowing glances, both aiming to solve the puzzle.

when diggins and summer sent them off on their way, dodge and Y/N immediately stuck together and looked for anything that could point them in the right direction.

“found our first clue.” dodge said before shining his flashlight on the clue written on the wall in fake blood, the rest of the players behind him reading it.

when the crowd of people couldn’t decipher it right away, Y/N and dodge moved on, searching the rest of the rooms in the house.

walking into one of the rooms, Y/N ran into something hanging from the ceiling and gasped.

“everything okay?” dodge asked, turning around and shining his light on her.

“i’m okay, this just scared me a bit, that’s all.”

they looked up and saw a mannequin hanging from the ceiling in a noose. dodge took his pocket knife and cut the rope holding the mannequin up, and it fell to the ground. Y/N reached down and grabbed a note that was hidden inside the mannequin.

“looks like we found our next clue.”

“the word ‘cook’ is capitalized, should we check the kitchen?” Y/N asked.

“it also says ‘behind the hands that wait’, which might refer to a clock. let’s split up, i’ll search for a clock if you check the kitchen.” dodge suggested.

“sounds good. be careful, okay?” she said, reaching up and kissing him.

“always.” he said back. the two parted ways and Y/N made her way to the kitchen. upon looking, she didn’t find anything unusual, besides for a door that had a lock on it.

she cocked her head to the side and unlatched the lock, opening the creaky door to find the pantry. she walked in and tried not to inhale the dust that floated around the room.

she shined her flashlight around, looking for clues. just as she was about to turn around and leave when nothing significant was found, she heard the pantry door slam shut.

Y/N frowned and tried the door handle, realizing it was locked. she heard giggles coming from outside of the door.

“sabotage, very funny,” she said sarcastically. “when i eventually get out of here and find out for myself which one of you cowards locked me in, i’m going to skin you.”

the laughter immediately stopped, and she heard footsteps from the other side of the door leave in a hurry. she smiled to herself.

Y/N wasn’t panicking. she knew dodge would find her eventually. in fact, she was almost glad to have a place where she could sit. her stomach had really been bothering her the past few days.

unbeknownst to her, however, her night was about to get a whole hell of a lot worse.

about fifteen minutes had passed, and she heard shouting. she sat up from her position on the ground and pressed her ear to the door to make out what they were saying. she heard dodge’s name thrown into the mix of shouting.

“what happened to dodge? someone get me out of here!” she yelled, hoping someone would hear her. suddenly, smoke started filling her room from under the door, and she heard someone yell something about a fire.

“oh shit,” she said, banging on the door. “someone help me, please! i’m still in here!” she screamed to no avail. she gave up on banging on the door when no one came to her rescue, and she tried to climb out through a small window at the top.

“dodge, someone, anyone, please!” she pleaded, her voice cracking as she climbed. she almost made it up one of the shelves in the room, but the old structure collapsed under her weight. she fell to the ground with a hard thump.

the room filled with even more smoke, and she coughed and wheezed violently. it was hard to see the room around her due to the thick grey smoke that filled the air.

she fell to the ground, the smoke slowly overtaking her lungs. she felt her energy drain.

“dodge, please,” she whispered. “dodge…”

she coughed once more. she didn’t want to die like this, not now. especially without knowing what happened to dodge. Y/N fought to muster up enough strength to stand up. every ounce of her body felt like it was burning. she took a broken piece of wood and slammed it into a weak spot in the wall. Y/N used whatever energy she had left to kick it to make a small hole, and she used the wood to break away the rest. she crawled out, and saw the house around her engulfed in flames.

she coughed all the way out of the house. her vision grew blurry, and she made it outside and saw dodge passed out on the ground before collapsing herself, hearing the other players scream her name as the world went completely black.

Y/N woke up to bright lights and a strange room around her, and she realized she was in a hospital room. she felt tubes in her nose, and the gentle beeping of a monitor to her side. she felt her stomach, and noticed something strange was wrapped around it.

she looked back on her experience. the fire, being trapped, the smoke, and dodge. then, it hit her. she still wasn’t sure if dodge was okay. Y/N looked to her right and saw a nurse. “where’s dodge?” she asked frantically.

the nurse turned to look at her. “he’s awake. he’s been asking me about you since he woke up. i can get him in here for you, because there’s something the doctor and i would like to speak to you both about.”

the nurse left the room, leaving Y/N confused. were they going to question them about panic? she tried to think of a good cover story.

dodge came into her room a few minutes later, a bit wobbly on his feet. “oh my god Y/N.” dodge said, making his way to her bed. she tried sitting up, but immediately fell back and went into a coughing fit. dodge pulled up a chair and sat next to her.

“it’s okay, i’m here now. i’m so sorry i wasn’t there when the fire broke out.” dodge told her, holding onto one of her hands, rubbing her back with the other.

“what happened to you, are you okay?” Y/N asked, her voice cracking.

“i found another hint in the outlet when the fire broke out. tyler tried to use an old generator in the basement and it blew out the electricity throughout the house, and i just so happened to be touching the wires when it sparked. i got electrocuted.”

“my god dodge, that’s horrible.”

“it could have been worse. besides, my injuries weren’t as bad as yours, though. they said you almost died. if you wouldn’t have broken out of that room when you did, the ceiling would have caved in on you. you were moments away from death. you fought to stay alive.” dodge said, running his fingers through Y/N’s hair.

“i fought for you. i didn’t want to die without knowing if you were okay.”

dodge smiled, before it quickly faded. “there was something else wrong too, besides the whole smoke inhalation thing. the nurses wouldn’t tell me until you woke up, but it must have been bad because they seemed panicked when you first got here.”

a doctor and a nurse came into the room. “we have some news for you both, and we’re not sure if you’re going to like it.” the doctor said, looking down at his clipboard.

“cut the suspense, just tell us.” dodge said sternly.

the doctor looked at him and sighed. “when Y/N arrived here, we found something… unusual. after running some tests, we found that Y/N is pregnant.”

Y/N’s heart felt like it dropped into her stomach. she looked at dodge, who went completely pale.

“pregnant? are you sure?” Y/N asked, not believing what he had said.

“well, are you two sexually active?” the doctor asked.

she looked at dodge again. “i mean, yes.” she said, slightly embarrassed.

“and you’ve missed your period?”

Y/N thought about it. “i guess, yeah. my periods are normally pretty irregular, so i didn’t think much of it.”

“you’ve probably experienced morning sickness by now, right?” the doctor questioned.

she connected the dots. her puking spells weren’t nerves or illness at all. she really was pregnant.

“holy shit i’m pregnant.” Y/N said, covering her face with her hands. she couldn’t bear to look at dodge again.

“when you came to the hospital, we weren’t sure if the baby would make it,” the nurse spoke up. Y/N removed her hands from her eyes. “although it’s not much more than a few cells and a small heartbeat at this point, it’s a fighter. that baby, medically speaking, should not have survived. it’s a bit of a miracle, actually.”

dodge gulped. “how far along is the baby?”

“about 6 weeks,” the nurse said. “it’s just old enough to have a faint heartbeat.” dodge took Y/N’s hand again.

“we’ll leave you two to decide what your next plan of action will be.” the doctor said, leaving with the nurse and closing the door behind him.

dodge and Y/N sat in silence for a moment, soaking in the new information.

“i’m so sorry.” dodge said softly.

“for what?” Y/N asked.

“for getting you pregnant, for not being there when you almost died, for everything.”

Y/N sighed. “you have nothing to apologize for. you could have died too. and i don’t blame you for this pregnancy. there’s really no one to blame.”

there was a pause. “what do you think we should do about the baby?” dodge asked quietly, almost like it was a taboo subject.

“i don’t know. you?” Y/N asked back.

“i know what i want to do, but ultimately it’s your decision. it’s your body growing this baby, not mine.”

“let’s hear it then.” Y/N said.

“i think we should keep it. you heard the nurse, this baby defied the odds. it’s a fighter, like its mom. i could see myself spending the rest of my life with you, i really could. it would be an honor raising this baby with you.”

Y/N looked at him sadly. “dodge, be realistic here. we’re just kids, how are we supposed to raise a baby together? it’s not as simple as just being happy and raising it, there’s so much more. we have to be financially ready, we have to put the rest of our lives on hold, and we have to be mentally and physically ready to do this. it’s the biggest commitment of them all.”

“we wouldn’t have to worry about finances if i win panic.”

she bit her lip and weighed the pros and cons of what dodge had said. “i’ll be damned if you lose your life to panic, and i have to raise this baby without its father.”

“i won’t, i promise. now, with this baby in the picture, i want to win not only for dayna, but for us. i will make sure i win in the safest way possible.” dodge told her, his blue eyes searching her own eyes for an answer.

“so, we’re keeping it? are you a thousand percent sure?” Y/N asked one last time.

“i’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

Y/N smiled, and dodge leaned down to kiss her forehead. “you’re going to be a great mom.”

[liliallowed]

Player x Y/N is so silly goofy to me because the Player will be vaguely nice to Y/N and Y/N would be like "OMGOSH THEY TREAT NICER THEN ANYONE ELSE THEY LIKE ME" and the Player would just think of them like a pathetic pet cat that's to boring to kill so they just manipulate them for the sillies

I love your AUs!

lmao. well they know dust likes y/n.

so they'll OBVIOUSLY get jealous.

but killing them is too boring. they can bargain with y/n life, threaten dust with them or just... keep them in the dark and continue to feed this fake one sided love, all to piss off dust. they'll do anything to get his attention redirected at them instead of y/n.

speaking of pissing off dust, they might even "gift" y/n a few resets of their own just for shits and giggles.

so when dust nearly has a heart attack thinking y/n is dead, they can just smugly bring em back like: sike!

it's generally an extremely fked up situation where y/n is basically player's hostage but doesn't know it.

cuz player is like... so nice. so kind! how could they possibly do those bad things?

and if y/n finds out? meh. just reset them.

dust on the other hand will probably steal y/n away to either keep them safe or just... take a fucking breather and make sure that psycho didn't do anything to them.

and when y/n is scared or calls THEIR name, it just hots him differently. not that he's SAD. he's frustrated that player has this person in their grasp like a marionette.

they seem to do that a LOT actually. a sick and twisted puppet master.

at least from his perspective.

from y/ns pov things are rather simple. skeleton person is dangerous and this person can fend him off and protect them. of course player would lie and tell the story in a way that would villainize dust aaaand conveniently leave out the part where they made him that way.

this is all fanon stuff I made for fun btw. I genuinely don't think dust would open himself up to anyone as long as the player is around cuz he knows he'll only put them in danger or just end up killing them himself.

LV triangle goes in the more fanon territory of my aus! but feel free to ask more!

[enchanted1waters]

you owe me pt 2

Nikki SIXX x FEM reader

Mars, lee, Neil, and SIXX were all man whores sure, but when it came to partying or a dare. It didn't matter what it was. They don't back out of shit. That. That is what makes them tick. And that's why I found myself in a circle, Tommy winning the battle to sit next to me as Trace spun the bottle landing on Mick, Mick immediately threw back his drink.

"Alright you sexy freak, truth or dare." He whispered with the guys. "Truth golden mouth." He said as he made his way through his 2nd bottle for the night, clearly fucked up. Trace giggled, "who was better me or beck?" Beck nudged her in the side as I took a cigarette out of my pocket and flicked my lighter, "Shit." I muttered as the cig rested between my plump lips. In frustration I laid back, resting my head on Tommy's leg one over the other. This for some reason felt natural. Not uncomfortable, so I didn't move. Shortly after tommy realized I needed a lighter, he nodded and brought out his, painted with different little doodles.

"I gotcha viper." He said with a charming warm smile. It was nice. It was genuine. He lit the cig in my lips, holding each other's gaze. Something also igniting south. Yet as soon as the moment started it was over as I heard the group laughing, tuning back in to hear what sounded like a cry for help as Mars was being attacked by The girls. "Look I'm sorry it's just, I enjoy head a hell of a lot, and I fucking love tits. Put those together you get Trace. Sorry Beck. You have a sweet ass though." He said sipping and cackling with the boys and I.

The bottle then was spun by Mars to Vince. Vince combed back his blonde locks. "yes prince of darkness?" He said with a flirtatious smile. Mick seemed to be thinking after Vince answered he wanted a dare. This then led to Vince running down the street butt ass naked. Eventually 5 minutes sitting back down with us as he didn't even bother to put his jacket back on nor pull his pants up past his v-line. The dramatic Himbo noticing my look as he winked. I quickly rolled my eyes as Vince spun the bottle landing on Tommy.

Their eyes going dark after Tommy said, "you know me Vinnie, I love me a good a dare." Nikki and him exchanging a wicked smile as they seemed to remember a mischievous story. Before they could elaborate Vince spoke as he snapped his fingers. "T-bone. If the lady is willing, why don't ya snort a line off the finest of the fine bass players's tits." Nikki seemed to be excited, jealous, and pitiful all at the same time as he looked at Tommy like he was infuriated by the fact it wasn't him.

I nodded, "not one to back down, gents." I said after Tommy made sure twice over that I was okay with it and me telling him shut up. That's when they were trying to figure out how I should lay in order for this to work. Before they could come up with some stupid fail prone plan, I lifted myself to straddle Tommy's lap. His eyes went big as he swallowed harshly before smiling back at the group while raising his eyebrows suggestively.

I scoff, "Yeah sorry to break it to ya drummer, but unless you plan on sniffing drywall dust, I suggest you put your hands on my hips and get one your fine druggie friends to hook ya up with this once in a life time chance." He tilted his head up at me with an eyebrow raised and a mischievous look, "You so sure this will be the last time you're straddling me?" I gripped his hair as I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile, causing a groan from him. Mick and Vince shaking their head, "Woah now you kinky fuckers, we asked you for a dare, not a porno." Vince said before quickly retracting his statement, "with Tommy at least." We all laughed at his not so subtle flirting.

Nikki still sits, pouting in anger. I look over at him, "Snow king, mind pouring your terror twin here a line on my tits." And with that he immediately bounced back with just the eye contact and attention from I.

"My pleasure, sugar." Tommy looked at Nikki. "That's a new one hmm? Terror twins. I kinda love it." They agreed, laughed, and shook hands on the nickname. That's when wetness and filthy thought began to fill my body as I could feel Tommy's and Nikki's eyes on me. Sitting in Tommy's lap, Nikki's minty yet smokey scent as he concentrated on pouring a perfect line as I leaned back. Exposing more chest. He smirked, "I feel like this isn't your first time." I laughed, "for which thing?' I smirked.

Nikki and Tommy started exchanging a glare. Something I couldn't quite understand from my point of view. "Now I know we all enjoy me looking like a bitch in heat, but I'm getting bored of trying to keep still with about 500 bucks of product on my chest." They laughed and suddenly I could see Tommy's eyes darken. His right large hand gripping around my waist to arch my back farther, as his left helped consume the line. I kept my face bored looking, making sure no one knew I enjoyed this.

When he finished the crowd cheered, but as I tried to get up I was held back down. Jolted back into Tommy's now hardening lap. I bit back a moan at the feeling. Still stubborn as ever. That's when Nikki furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms as Tommy. "T-bone, I think you missed a spot." He pointed, Tommy acting completely dumb to his plan. "Where?" Nikki's finger started to move in a circle, "yeah just like all around there, you basically blew it everywhere. You can't just be wasteful like that, tom." He tsked as he shook his head. "Guess I'm just gonna have to clean up your mess." Nikkis face immediately dropping into a devilish smirk as he fastly gripped his large, callused hand around my throat slightly applying pressure as his tongue darted out from my cleavage, licking a long unforgettable, wet, arousing stripe to my jaw.

Tommy, Vince, Mars, and about 100 more people screaming at the sight with holy shits, damn gotta readjust, Jesus Christ and more. Which all seemed I go silent as I felt my nerves melt and burn, urning for more. Before I knew it, I left the game and pushed through the crowd to get a drink. Throwing it back easily, trying to cool the hot growing pool in my stomach. This didn't stop Tommy and Nikki. I felt both on either side of me.

"What's the matter sweetheart, no one ever treated something so sweet with a savory taste?" Tommy said as Nikki placed his hand on the counter, "I just couldn't help my self Tommy. Something so sweet begging to be tasted like a fresh lollipop. Needing me lick it clean until it melts under my touch." My knees bucked on the filthy from their words. If it wasn't for what I've been told, I would've thought you could read like an open book, showing how flustered I was. Yet I looked completely calm, just a little heavy breathing.

Tommy looked at Nikki, "I think our sweet treat is surprised by how much she liked being tasted by both terror twins." Nikki almost growled at the thought. "Mmm that true sugar? Sounds to me like this sugar could rot out teeth out. Not as sweet and innocent as we thought if she likes two devils on her at once."

At that I mustered up the last of self control, turning around to face the two demons themselves. With an eyebrow raised, I scoffed, "As if I'd let two naughty boys get a sugary reward for being naughty. That's just not how it works now does it, boys?" I then took a swig of the jack Daniels had in his hand while making eye contact between both, switching as I dragged my thumb on the side of my mouth to clean the left over liquid. I smiled, Nikki and Tommy looking like they could devour me at any moment, both pushing me back against the counter. "I think we got ourselves a teasing little piece here, hmm Tom?" Tommy instantly gazing on my lips as he thought of all the dirty ways he could use 'em.

I smirked, "How disappointing that must be for two boys, who always get whoever they want. Gonna leave 'em hard and a mess. Nothing to but jack to the thought of this moment before I left" I said as I took both boys in my hand, palming both hards with an innocent yet clearly guilty smirk. Watching as their breath hitched and their dominance left their bodies. Before they could even try grinding into my hands, I let go and pushed past them both, "how inconvenient.". I said before walking past Vince now making out with Becca.

*the boys pov*

it had been a full TWO DAYS, Tom and Nik were dying. Tommy sitting at his drums not being able to think of a single thing other than her lips. Nikki trying to fuck any girls with red fingernails like she did that night. No matter how many times and who they fucked. She was the only one thing on their mind. Vince growing annoyed as he was pissed at how no one could get their hands on her. Therefore no one winning the bet. Mick now dating Trace, as he was about to leave for the door, suddenly found Vince Infront of the door preventing him to leave, Tommy grabbing onto his leg and Nikki on his knees begging him in mumbles.

"Get THE FUCK OFF OF ME, YA ANIMALS. GONNA MAKE ME LATE FOR MY DATE." He grumpily said to the boys, trying to kick the grown man off his leg while pushing the other out of his way. Then not budging. "Fine. Hurry up, what the hell do you want!?!"

They all smirked, "address, number, friends number, company number or address, ANYTHING MICK WERE BEGGING!" Mick's face twisted in confusion before nursing out laughing. "What kind of fucking spell did she put on you guys!?! You guys are whipped." They all immediately rolling their eyes, "am not." They all said standing up and crossing their arms. Mick shrugged, "guess that means I'll be going now." Quickly changing their mind they admitted, "she's all we can think about man, one track mind, no song, no song, no money, no money, no house-" before Nikki could finish his rant Mick sighed, "OKAY OKAY SHUT UP. But if you tell either of those girls I gave you this. I'll kill you, cold blood. Eat your brain." Tommy quickly grabbed the man and hugged him, picking him up. "PUT ME DOWN.

*3 days later*

My legs crossed, hair down, everything on my body curved to grunge, messy perfection for the current interview I was in. Trace on my right, Becca on my right. The questions rolled, answers easy. "Yeah, I met Becks in highschool as well as Trace. Yet Beck was trying to set up her drum for band class and some asshole, oops sorry. Can I say that?" I said with a smile causing everyone else in the room to silence and laugh, "yeah, don't worry about it. You're literally Scarlett Viper, we'll bleep it." I nodded and laughed as I pinched the bridge of my nose, "shit, what was I saying.. OH YES, okay so I'm walking down to the football field, I see this girl with drum that usually sits, ya know strapped to your shoulders, and it just breaks and starts rolling down this hill. I mean, SPEEDING down this hill." We all start laughing causing the interviewer to as well. "So I take off booking it, trying to chase after it with this random girl I just saw lose her drum like dog. We look like were chasing a chicken anyways it finally stops except it stopped because it hurled into this just MEAN as hell cheerleader. She starts yelling, and calling this poor girl." I say gesturing to Becks.

"All these different names, and at first it made me a little mad. I mean we can all guess where this is headed since I am known for my aggression. Whoops anyways, back to the story. This preppy bitch PUSHES her, so her head ended up... through... the drum." The interviewer bursts out laughing at the dwindling confidence in my words as I finished the story.

Eventually the interview is near a end when the interviewer asks about something new. "Now for the real stuff, you've heard of the new upcoming raunchy band, mòtley çrué correct?" I nod and smile, trying to not let it seem obvious I fucked with them at a party less than a week ago. "Yeah, great band, I actually had to replace my bass recently because of our introduction." causing my band and I burst out laughing. "Well some fans are starting to make ship names for you two because of how much the fans love how aggressive, sexy and good Nikki SIXX and you are at Bass, and even shipping your guitarist and drummers together. Some making little stories about love triangles wth the singer, you and just overall creating little shipping stories about you guys. Now that you guys are booming."

in this moment time slowed, I would never be theone to tell my friend's business when it wasn't public. Mick and Trace had just recently started up, perfering to build something concrete before exposing it to the public. So I new I had to divert the attention, nodding I smirked, "Yeah, let's just say Fangs and all, and motley Crue have been at the same party before. We run in the same circles, it's hard not to meet each other. But overall I think they're gonna stay in the top circles. They have great potential."

After the interview, we were escorted back to the studio to a meeting our manager, Kate had arranged. As we walked through the grand entrance, I shouted. "Honey I'm homeeee, KATEEYYYY BUGGGG!!" Causing Trace and Beck to chuckle. "Were in here!" I heard Kate's voice.

I looked at the girls, "were?" I pushed the double doors in to see Kate clicking off the TV with our interview on it, "Well done, great job avoiding leaking anything, now this is Doc McGhee." Kate was a late 40 year old white woman, who wore white pants suits and spray painted gay rights onto a side of a church after getting told pants suits were for dykes. She was pro gay before it was cool, pro blm before it came together, and had managed drag stars. She worked with David Bowie which had caught my eye by being ahead of her time. Before Doc could introduce himself, I nodded, "I know who you are, you worked for bon jovi, kiss and fucking guns n' roses. Which by the way, let slash know I said hi." I said with a smirk.

He chuckled before nodding, "Ladies if you'd take a seat, we have an opportunity for you ladies as well as some people for you to meet." Kate said with that look I saw everytime before she presented me with a solution or brilliant plan. I trusted that woman with my life, would've called her mom in the place of my absent one if I had met her earlier.

Suddenly we heard a scream down the hall, Doc automatically running his hand over his face, dragging his wrinkled eyes down to his his mouth. "God damnit." He said switching from charismatic manager, to dead beat dad. That's when the door busted open to reveal Vince, Tommy, and Nikki. All looking like they had just broken a lamp and we're trying to act innocent to their mom. "Wow guys, this...isn't the...bathroom?" Nikki said their hands behind the backs, as Nikki's voice got more suspicious by the minute. "Guess we better go find IT! Nikki said before they started to book it. "DONT MOVE A MUSCLE." Doc yelled, commanding them like sons. "What the hell did you three do, where's mick!?!.

They looked at each other, Tommy finally being the first one to notice us and smiled. "Oh, ya know Mickkkk always doing something. Maybe he's knitting, ya know he's getting around that age-" the boys were suddenly cut off by Mick with black soot on his face appearing behind them. "Jesus Mick did ya try to find Santa early this year?" Vince said causing Tommy and Nikki to cover their mouths to try to prevent them bursting out. "ARGHHH IM GONNA KILL YOU!" Mick said before charging the blonde, Nikki jumping into Tommy's hands like a baby as their eyes lit up at the chaos. Mick choking Vince out on the meeting table. Doc yelling and rushing over to the other side of the room, breaking up the boys. "YOU BASTARDS DONE!? Fuck. Try to have a professional meeting and you dickheads do...what exactly did you do?" Nikki raised his hand with a smirk, "set off fireworks in his room while he was sleeping. Quite the show." Doc's eyes widened as he started to profusely apologize to Kate and us.

As I tuned out Kate and Doc's apology, I met eyes with Tommy and Nikki, Nikki immediately jumping out of Tommy's hold. Before shuffling to lean his hand on the door frame, attempting to be seductive, my eyes going between him and Tommy. Tommy trying not to burst out laughing. As my mind finally wrapped around the chaos of the last 5 minutes, Vince just now touching his neck. "You prick, chicks don't dig my having a hand print around my neck. Gonna think I'm getting my shit dom'd by some guy with a thong."

Mick wiped his soot covered face, "Not like you don't already have that look to ya with or without the mark." The terror twins immediately CACKLED.

"He's right Vinnie, that doesn't change anything I've had two guys ask for your number, plus you always have hickeys on you." I said with a smirk, as I crossed my heeled legs on the table. Vinnie flipped his hair with sass, "I don't blame them." He said smiling. When everyone had sat, cleaned, and calmed down we started to discuss why they were here.

Doc started, "My boys here have created a few new songs for their new album called 'Girls, Girls, Girls'. You guys have been extremely big for a while, Scarlett you being known for your poisonous bite, skilled bass playing and killer voice. Although our boys other than Mick have been stupid enough not to listen to your songs apparently, excuse me for one second to explain to them." Doc turns to them. "You know Cassandra Wong from Wayne's world?" Their eyes shot open, "HELLLLLL YEAH. Total babe with a hot ass killer voice?" Tommy said as the rest of them leaned in. "That's not her voice, Scarlett here voiced over. That's what got her so big so quick." I rolled my eyes at the total awe in their eyes. " It's not a big deal, although I appreciate the flattery, where's this going Doc?" I asked.

"My boys are creating a couple music videos for the songs. We've seen you ladies get aggressive, hot, seductive, killer, and let's just say. You're perfect for the part. Would you guys care to be main roles for our album's videos?"

I looked at my girls, I knew Trace would love to, Becc always a free person. Down for most things. I looked forward and in the boy's eyes, I could tell this was planned. Self control was gonna be really hard I knew that, I couldn't let anything distract my band from being top in bad ass female history in the music industry.

so I kicked down my feet and ran my hand through my hair, pulling out a cig and lighting it. I felt the tension grow thicker. Inhaling deeply and letting out a cloud of smoke, I stood up and put my clawed hand out. "You've got yourself a deal, Doc."

[ferg0s]

Hi, love your writing so much! ❤ I was wondering if I can get a gangbang with Muraskibara,Midorima,Aomine and Kagami with a female s/o? If that's too much to do I totally understand. Have a good day ☺

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The victory against Jabberwock was something that would go down in history. No amount of screaming, dancing and celebrating could ever live up to the feeling of seeing the board light up with the final score before the buzzer went off. Besides the Jabberwock team, everyone was celebrating the win. The strong stench of booze-filled the air as Riko's father stumbled by - mumbling curses at the Jabberwock team forever thinking they had a chance - causing Midorima to lift his shirt up to cover his nose to avoid the strong smell. He was happy - thrilled and in shock even - his cold demeanour didn’t break.

He hasn’t felt like this in a long time. He could feel his hands shaking in the pockets of his jersey jacket. His leg bounced unnaturally fast, heart-thumping inside his chest. It was the post-game high. He has gotten used to winning ever since he joined the Generation of Miracles that he forget that this could even happen. The adrenaline from the game hasn’t settled yet and his body was jittery and looking for an outlet to waste all the extra energy. But he found himself unable to move. What could he do? Play ball? He’d win again - as if anything else was possible - making the endeavour useless. He needed something thrilling, something where he couldn’t see the outcome of, something-

“Shintarō,”

He jerked his head to the side to see who had called his name. It was Akashi.

“Everyone’s heading home. Do you have a ride?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m taking the train home,” Midorima replied. He got up and began to get ready to leave, he just has to get his gym bag from the locker room and he would be ready to leave. Standing up from his seat he began to dust off his pants, straightening them with the palms of his hands. The sudden giggle caught his attention and he looked up.

(Y/N) (L/N). The girl who worked for Rikos father. He hadn't met her until the day he brought her in with him, she went to a different school on the edge of the district. He said something about her working the front desk of the gym as a summer job - but all he could remember her from was the constant flirting her and Aomine would get into when they were supposed to be practicing. She stuck around to see the boys practice for the match against Jabberwock, often bringing in water and snacks for the players and subs. The skirts she would wear would always be hiked up to a very questionable height - everyone saw the panty hoes stocking she wore, the slight dark ones with the lacy tops - but despite the obvious flirting she was nice. She served as the manager in the Jabberwock match, making sure everyone had cold water and were patched up after an injury.

He wasn’t surprised when he saw her walking next to Aomine. It was about time the two of them went on a date or something - the tension they created was suffocating - and the way Aomine talked about her made everyone certain that he mostly won the Jabberwock match to impress her. Midorima paid them no mind as they walked by, he had better things to worry about. Pushing in his chair he began to make his way to the door that lead to the locker rooms. He reached out to grab the metal handle of the door when he heard his name being called.

“What're you doing here still?”

It was Kagami. Midorima turned around and saw the red-haired bafoon that was Kagami, standing next to Murasakibara. “I just have to get my gym bag and then I’m leaving,” Midorima replied. “Oh same,” Murasakibara chimed in. “Yeah me too,” Kagami said. The three boys stood in silence, waiting for someone to make any sort of move to break the awkward silence. Taking it upon himself, Midorima let out a sign, “do you want to go get them?” Without saying another word the three boys began to walk through the double doors and began to make their way to the locker rooms.

They all knew what was happening. They all had it. It was awkward dealing with it - what we’re you supposed to do besides beat your meat to let the built-up energy out?- there was no use in playing each other, they already knew the outcome and it would satisfy none of them. Which left the only plausible option, which was beating your meat. Kind of uncomfortable knowing that as soon as you all get home you’re going to fistfight your dick until you can’t feel it anymore, but despite that, they all managed to make it to the locker rooms in peace. The light was still on - strange - but they assumed that it was left on for them to close so they went in without a thought. So when they saw Aomine sitting on the bench with you between his legs, dick deep in your throat as he pushed down on your head, bobbing it on the length of his dick, it was a little surprising.

The sound of the door opening caught the two of you off guard - but not quick enough. You pulled away from Aomines dick, a string of off-white following your bottom lip as you pulled away to look at the three men staring at you. No one was shocked that you and Aomine were… bonding… it was just shocking to walk in on it. It was awkward and a little embarrassing.

“I was wondering when you guys would show up,” Aomine chuckled as he pulled his pants up as he stood up. You were still on the floor, bare knees on the hard coke floor, as you looked at Aomine walk over to the other guys. “You’re just in time.” He reached out and put his arms over Kagami. “Things were just getting started.” He chuckled. “What the fuck do you-“ “Awe c’mon,” he interpreted Kagami. Take his arm off him and walk back over to you. “We’re all feeling it - might as well put it into good use.” He said as he sat back down on the bench. “I know I am,” he smirked looking down at you.

No one said a word as they absorbed what Aomine had just said. “All of us?” Midorima chocked out. He looked down at you - there was no way you could handle that, especially at a time like this - but when he locked eyes with you, chills ran up his spine. “Exciting,” you cooed looking over to Aomine. He leaned forward, grabbing your chin with his fingers and placing a kiss on your lips, “good girl,” he cooed back as he pulled away.

“Daiki this is wron-“ “You don’t have to,” Aomine sighed throwing his head back. “Just know you’ll be missing out on a lot - baby, go stand against a locker and show them what they’ll be missing.” On cue, you stood up and walked over to the lockers directly in front of the three onlookers, playing your chest on the cold surface and bent over, opening your legs. Your skirt hiked up above your ass, ass spreading apart to show a glimpse of your pussy - the thick slick glistening in the locker room lighting. “Shake,” Aomine commanded. You wiggled your butt a little, your ass and thighs moving hypnotically. “Good girl.” Aomine rewarded. He turned his attention back to the guys by the door.

“Interested?” He teased.

It didn’t take long for their cocks to be buried in their fists as they slowly glided their palms along their shaft. Soft groans and grunts mixing with your squeals and Mewls and bounced around the confined walls of the locker room as Kagami stuffed his face deeper in your cunt. Your legs wobbled with every shock of pleasure that surged through your body - Kagami's firm grip on your hips was the only thing keeping you up at that point. Your back arched as you felt yourself be pushed further into the cold surface of the locker, the side of your face pressed against the metal while your braced yourself with your hands. The warm stream of Kagamis spit and your own slick dripped down your legs as Kagami dove his tongue deep in your hole. His hands looping between your legs and coming back up to spread your ass open. The constant assault on your clit from his tongue was enough to get you to the edge, but not push you off into an orgasm. It was torture. You had lost track of how long Kagami has been eating you out - 10 minutes? 15? - it didn’t matter, you were too lost in the pleasure to tell him anything otherwise.

The more Kagami pulled you back into his face, the more you felt your back arch to fit the position. Your panties had been discarded - more like ripped off by Aomine - and now served as a nice decoration piece around Midorimas cock as he gently pumped it on his dick. You could feel the carnivorous stares from them - you knew that they would ravish you when the chance finally comes - and the whole thrill of it just made things better.

“I think you’ve had enough to eat,” Aomine chimed up as he walked over to you two. Despite that, Kagami kept going, flicking your clit with his tongue and stopping to suck on the swollen bud, before he felt Aomines hand on his shoulder. He pulled away, taking in a deep breath as he began to refill his lungs with the air he was depriving them of. He leaned in and gave your abused clit a quick peck before getting up on his feet, wiping the wetness from around his mouth with his arm. He went and sat down on the bench, slumping in the seat before his hands went to palm the tent in his pants.

“Look at you baby,” Aomine teased, looking down at your figure. You were still in the position, legs open, bent over against the lockers.“You got spoiled by Kagami,” He walked up next to you, turning to face the three men watching you like him rabid dogs. He reached out and grabbed your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and exposing your wet cunt. “He really spoiled you didn’t he, princess?” He cooed as he smacked your ass. You let out a whine in response, your legs buckling. The sudden feeling of Aomines fingers in your cunt caused you to squeal. Immediately he began to scissor his fingers, stretching you out.

“You’re so tight baby,” he teased. “Sucking my fingers in like that - are you really that needy? Do you need your cunt stuffed, princess?” Aomine pulled his fingers out, your cunt immediately contracting at the sudden loss. He smacked your ass one last time, startling you, before going back to where he was sitting. “Atsushi,” he called. “Why don’t you stretch her out for us.”

You eagerly waited as you heard footsteps approach you - anticipating what would happen next - but you were caught off guard when a shadow overtook you, darkening the light that had been coming from the lights overhead. You turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the purple-haired giant - a menacing grin accompanying him. It happened in a blink of an eye. You felt his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your hips, he pushed you against the locker and spread your legs further. You could feel his tip at your entrance - he was big, bigger than what you could take by a landslide - but that didn’t stop him pushing his throbbing dick in you. You were too stunned to let out any noise as you felt his dick push it’s way into you - the burning feeling from suddenly being stretched out taking over and numbing your senses. Your cunt resisted, tightening up and stopping his duck from going any deeper.

You felt him lean onto your back, coming closer to your ear, his hot breath hitting the side of your neck. “Is that all you can take?” He teased. Tears welled up in your eyes as your cunt went into overdrive trying to adjust to him. “Don’t be a hog, Atsushi-“ Aomine groaned. You heard Atsushi sigh. The last thing you remember was feeling his hands trace down your thighs to the pit of your legs, reaching lower until he had his elbows in your leg outs before lifting up. You let a short Yelp when you felt yourself suddenly be lifted up. The once darkening shadow you were under was gone, you were now fully exposed to the light - fully exposed to them. With your legs up to your face, Murasakibara held you up like you weighed nothing - your cunt on full display to the audience. The new angle tightened you up more - causing a bit of Murasakibaras dick to slip out.

“Is that all you can take?” Aomine chuckled. “Baby, he’s only halfway in.”

Before you could process what he said, Murasakibara thrust up into you. Your mouth opened but no noise came out, just a sharp gasp. Your body felt numb as Murasakibara pushed the last bit of his dick into you. He stopped - half out of pity and letting you adjust and half out of wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around his dick - and that’s when you finally looked down. The indent of his dick in your pussy left you speechless - ‘how the fuck did I take that?’ - but it didn’t last for long. Murasakibars began to thrust, his hips bucking up and sliding his dick in and out of you.

The stinging only lasted a few thrusts before you felt his dick practically ram into your g spot. You immediately melted into his touch - your body relaxing and muscles tensing down - loud moans began to escape your lips with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room - though it wasn’t loud enough to drown out your moans - the sound echoing in the small room.

“Why don’t you go out your hands to use, Shintarō?” Aomine said looking over at Midorima. Without hesitation, Midorima got up, almost like he’d been waiting for his turn, and walked over to you. Murasakibara didn’t stop for him - still continuing to pound into you while letting out a string of slurred words. You looked too dazed to even realize what was going to happen. Midorima raised his hand, gently sliding his fingers down your exposed thighs as they made their way to your swollen bud. Gently ghosting over your clit, he saw an immediate reaction from you - your body jolted and threw Murasakibara off guard. “Fuck-“ Murasakibara adjusted his grip onto you. “Keep sucking me in like that and I’m gonna cum-“

His fingers were still wrapped, now a little soaked from touching you. He took the finger wraps off and turned to face you. He reached up, caressing your cheek as you bounced from having Murasakibaras cock shoved deep in you. He grabbed the bottom of your chin, pulling it down and opening your mouth, not wasting any time shoving his fingers in your mouth. Despite your bouncing you managed to suck on his fingers, your tongue swirling around as a pool of spit built up in your mouth. Midorima pulled his fingers out, watching you pout at the sudden loss. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers down on your clit - pressing down on it just enough to evoke a reaction. You let out a loud while when you felt him slowly begin to circle your clit - his touch was gentle, yet so calculated.

Midorima toyed with your clit, relishing in the various Noises you made. At first, he was teasing you, but then he started to go faster - his slender fingers flicking, circling and pressing down on your clit - it didn’t take long for your body to be overstimulated. You threw your head back and began to squirm, cumming as you felt the boys draw out your orgasm. When you felt Midorimas fingers pull away you thought that they were done, your legs felt like jelly and your cunt felt like it was going to fall off.

“Let's change positions,”

You looked up and saw Aomine, the same devilish smile on his face. You felt Murasakibara loosen his grip on you, gently putting you down on the ground to stand up - but your legs said otherwise. You stumbled, Aomine catching you. “Why don’t you sit down,” he said as he gently began to help you sit down on the ground - what seemed like a kind gesture soon revealed its true colours when you felt yourself sit on what felt like someone. You looked down and saw long legs, turning back to see Murasakibara sitting against the locker wall with his dick out, standing straight up. You looked back over and Aomine, who stared down at you with dilated pupils.

He stood back up, hands going straight to his pants as he pulled down to reveal his dick. Soon the other two joined, standing in front of you and taking out his dicks. You felt Murasakibaras hands on your hips again, gasping when you felt him easily maneuver you onto his dick, sliding it between your pussy lips before pushing it in. You sat down on his dick, taking it all until the end, feeling sort of relieved to be filled up again. Closing your eyes you began to grind on his dick, generating some friction.

Opening your eyes you were greeted by the tip of Midorimas dick mere inches away from your face. His bright pink head was all you could see until you looked up. Your eyes met with Midorimas light green eyes, the once modest and embarrassed glimpses had turned into shameless, lustfully staring. You knew what he wanted - you were surprised that he of all of them would be so bold to step up. You were unsure of what the plan was - there were four guys and only two of them had their dicks insight, or in you - confused you looked round to see where the rest had gone, getting caught off guard when you saw Aomine standing to your side with his dick hard and practically in your face. "Don't act dumb, princess," He chuckled. You turned to the other side, this time not being surprised at the sight of Kagami's dick. You turned your head back to the man in front of you, wondering how your body was going to stay coordinated during this.

Maybe it was that piano lesson you had taken all those years back, but you found yourself on beat with every movement coming to you from the men all around you. Your knees ached from the constant friction they had to endure from the hard, concrete floor, your skin rubbing against it each time you lifted yourself off Murasakibaras dick, his large hands stationed at your hips to help support you. Midorimas dick slid deep down your throat every time you lifted yourself up, while your hands pumped both Aomines and Kagami's dick, sliding to the bottom of their shaft when you rose and coming down to their throbbing heads when you went back down.

This was all that Midorima could hope for. He could feel the tension from the game melt away from each thrust into your mouth, having his head so deep in you was a gamble. It was exciting. The uncertainty, the adrenaline release - he didn't know if it would be his last every time he would feel your lips touch the bottom on his dick. He thought that he'd cum after mapping out every grove of your esophagus, not looking down and locking eyes with you. The same eyes that he knew followed him as he made his way off the court, the same eyes that would look up at him after you'd tell him he did so good at practice, the same eyes he'd spend hours awake beating his dick to now looking up at him with pure drunk lust. It was like some perverted fantasy of his was coming true - wrong - it was his perverted fantasy coming true. Throwing his head back he bucked into your mouth one last time before cumming into your mouth, his hot cum leaking down your throat. You stopped moving at the sudden orgasm - the last of cum filling your senses, the twisted excitement causing your core to throb, and your hands to instinctively hold onto something to brace yourself. That led off a chain reaction - the sudden clenching caused Murasakibara to cum, the sudden squeezing made Kagami cum, a string of curses leaving his lips as he bucked into your hands.

For a second the world stopped moving - all you could feel was cum. Leaking in between your thighs, out of your mouth and down your cheek.

"Take your tits out for me princess," Was all you heard that caused you to snap back into reality. You looked up and saw Aomine standing in front of you, pumping his dick. "Take out your fucking tits-" He groaned. You unbuttoned your dress shirt, sliding it down to your elbows and pulling down your bra - your hands going up and pressing your breast together. Aomine let out a deep groan before he came - his hot semen sputtering on the tender flesh of your breasts. Once Aomine dick went limp you finally put pressure off your knees and leaned back into Murasakibaras's chest, panting.

"So - how're we going to clean this up?" You asked.

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Golden Light & Shields Chapter 5

Ikaris x Male Reader

A/N: Sorry for the late update. School’s a bitch.

All the Eternals, minus Makkari, Karun, and Y/N, walk through the deserts of Iraq with the intended destination of locating the Domo. They followed Phastos, as he had a tracking device that could locate their ship. Phastos and the others stop as they look at a digging site. The ground begins to shake and break apart as the things on top of the surface begin to cave in, but something rises from the dust and causes a whirlwind of dirt to go flying everywhere. Karun is filming with a camera as he witnesses the incredible sight. “The Domo. Wow.”The star-ship rises out of the dirt trench and into the air. This was so cool. Like the Helicarrier, or a Quinjet.

“How are we gonna get up there?” Y/N asked, looking down into the trench.

Ikaris smiled. “Like this.”

He swept Y/N off his feet and began to float in the air as he headed towards an opening in the ship. Once Ikaris safety put Y/N back on his feet; he went down and one by one brought everyone onto the ship until they were all together.

Karun was in front of them videotaping as Kingo talked in an eerie voice. “A foreboding atmosphere fills the air. An eerie stillness chokes our lungs.”

Phastos frowns. “What are you doing? You know you’re creeping us out. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, Kingo. This is a documentary. Not a horror movie,” Y/N said.

There is a loud popping noise as Phastos jumps and screams. “Oh! Oh, God!” He looks at Thena. “Stay calm, T, please!” They all look down and see Thena stepped on a bag of chips. Y/N giggles. Phastos picks up the bag and chuckles nervously. “Chips. It’s just chips.”

Kingo looks at the camera. “As you can see, being an Eternal does not preclude you from having human emotions such as cowardice.”

They walk inside the main room and see it’s littered with different items from across the world. It’s actually kind of cool. “What has she done? Is that… a sarcophagus in my lab?” Phastos asks, heading to his lab. They all look around as Kingo introduces a woman sitting on a throne, reading a book. “This is Makkari. Or should I say Miss Havisham? None of us have seen her for centuries.”

Makkari set her book down and smiled. She talks to them in sign language. “Ready to go home?”

“Hmm.”

Phastos is working a big construct as images flash in the air as he works on a plan to deal with Tiamut. Thena grabs a sword, swings it, knocking a suit of armor helmet to the side.

“Is that the Ebony Blade?” Sprite asks Thena as she puts down a scroll.

“Excalibur,” Thena smiles. She swings it and makes a clean cut through the air.

“Arthur always did have a crush on you,” Gilgamesh said.

Kingo and Makkari are signing to each. “So you mean… I’ve been waiting for centuries to go back to Olympia, and now you’re telling me… it doesn’t exist?” Makkari asks.

“That, and the world is ending,” Kingo signs back.

“At last my boredom is ending.”

“Have you seen my movies?” Kingo asks her.

Makkari frowns. “I don’t have a DVD player.”

“DVD? It’s all about streaming now. You know, what you need is a Kindle,” Kingo says. “Do you know what that is? It’s like a… You know, I just realized that if you don’t know what an iPad is, there’s almost no way to explain it.”

Ikaris, Y/N, and Druig are digging through the different items. Druig finds a box of Twinkies and Ikaris finds the Emerald Tablet. They both look at each other, then at the item in the other person’s hands. They both want what the other person has. They trade items and glare at one another as Ikaris opens the box and Druig looks at the tablet. Y/N chuckles. “Boys, play nice.”

“Do you want one, Duckling?” Ikaris asks Y/N.

Y/N takes the wrapped sponge cake and unwraps it and takes a bite of the creamy deliciousness. “So good.”

“I bet that’s not the only thing you’d love to put in your mouth,” Druig smirks.

“Shut it, ya dobber,” Ikaris says.

Makkari looks at Ikaris, Druig, and Y/N. She points to the young hero. “Who’s that?” She asks Kingo.

“That is Y/N Maximoff. Ikaris’s superhero boyfriend,” Kingo signs back.

“Boyfriend? Ikaris?” Makkari signs, a shocked look on her face.

“Right? I was shocked too. Because I never thought the Boss would be interested in men, but you know me, no judgment,” Kingo rants.

Druig comes up to them holding the Emerald Tablet, a smirk on his lips. “So, how did you end up scoring this…” he shows Makkari the tablet as she tries to grab it from him, but he pulls the tablet back. “Emerald Tablet, my beautiful, beautiful Makkari?” She snatched the tablet out of Druig’s hands.

“Did you miss me?” Druig signs to her. Makkari smiles.

“I’m sorry. What are we watching? Because this…” Phastos signs to Makkari. “Are you two…”

“Is this new?” Kingo asks. “Because I hate it.”

“Oh, come on, you guys. I think it’s sweet,” Y/N says. “It proves Druig does have a heart after all.” Druig glares at Y/N.

Y/N turns to Makkari and signs to the deaf Eternal. “Ikaris says you’re fast. So are my brother and I. We should have a race sometime.”

Makkari is shocked at first, but smiles. “Sounds like fun, but promise me you won’t cry when you lose.”

“I promise,” Y/N smiled.

“I didn’t know you knew sign language, Duckling,” Ikaris said.

“Clint taught me.”

“Phastos, I need to control the mind of a Celestial,” Druig says.

“Okay, get ready for it,” Phastos says and signs. He puts an image on the screen for everyone to see.

“Bracelets?” Kingo asks. “You made us bracelets?”

“So, here’s a little Celestial 101.Celestials are the most powerful energy generators in the universe. When Arishem made us, he imbued us with infinite cosmic energy to keep our bodies regenerating,” Phastos says. “The bracelets, in theory, shut down our regeneration process. And once that happens, our bodies accumulate extra cosmic energy.”

“What for?” Sersi asks.

“Well, if the Deviants can absorb our energy, what if we can absorb each other’s energy as well?” Phastos looked around. “If I can find a way to connect us all, one of us could become immensely powerful, pulling the accumulated energy from the rest, forming… a Uni-Mind.”

There’s a giant brain with mini versions of the Eternals combining energies together, an image to emphasize the point. Phastos looks at everyone with a smile on his face, proud of what he’s just announced. Everyone is silent. Phastos frowns. “Uni” meaning “one,” “mind” meaning “mind.”

“Oh, no, we heard you the first time,” Kingo said.

“Terrible name,” Sprite says.

“We’ll brainstorm… Brainstorm! That’s a way better name!” Kingo smiles.

“No, I invented it, so I’m calling it whatever I want,” Phastos says.

Y/N looked at the images. “So, you want everyone to combine their cosmic energy and transfer it to one of you to amplify your own abilities?”

“Exactly. See, someone gets it,” Phastos says.

“Like my friend, Carol, who, when she absorbs enough energy, enters a ‘binary form’ that makes her way more powerful. Powerful enough to go toe to toe with Thanos and take a punch from the power stone,” Y/N said.

“So suppose Druig can, say… put Tiamut to sleep. Then what?” Makkari asks.

“We find humans a new home on another planet,” Sersi said.

“Are we building a big ship, too? Take a pair of each animal?” Sprite sarcastically says.

“Well, you know what’s never saved the planet? Your sarcasm,” Phastos says.

“Space colonization could take decades,” Sprite protests.

“It can happen quickly with our help,” Sersi said.

“What if we end up accidentally killing Tiamut? We could be responsible for billions of lives not being created across the universe,” Kingo looks at Ikaris. “Boss, am I right?”

“Say something, Ikaris,” Sprite demands. “You don’t think we should be doing this.”

They all look at Ikaris expectantly. Ajak knows that look. The weight of pressure about making the hard decisions. She's had to do that for centuries now, and it never gets any easier.

“Why are you all looking at me? Ajak is still here, she’s still the leader,” Ikaris says.

“Forget that. You’re the strongest. You should be making this decision,” Sprite says.

“Hey, I'm deeply hurt, Sprite,” Gilgamesh says.

Ikaris is silent. Sprite rolls her eyes. “Fine. Just keep lying to yourself.” she storms off.

“Sprite,” Y/N calls.

Ikaris begins to walk away as well. “Okay, this is not…” Phastos starts as Kingo and Y/N follow after Ikaris. “Ikaris.”

“Don’t run after him. Kingo, Y/N, I… You guys.”

Y/N and Kingo follow Ikaris down the hall. “Hey. Don’t sweat it. Sprite’s always cranky. I used to hear her complaining even when she wasn’t there,” Kingo says.

“I’m okay, Kingo,” Ikaris says.

“You don't seem fine,” Y/N noted.

“If you think we should do this, I trust you. I will follow you to the end, like I always have,” Kingo said.

“What did you say?” Ikaris eyed Kingo.

“I will follow you to the end, like I always have, Kingo repeats.

“I’m not who you think I am,” Ikaris says, walking away from Y/N and Kingo.

Y/N sighed. “I'll go talk to him.” He follows after Ikaris, who flies off the ship and to the ground below. Y/N sighed again. How was he supposed to get down?

…

Y/N floated down towards the modern-day version of Babylon. Ikaris was standing in the middle of rocky hills as Y/N walked towards him, sand on his shoes. “I couldn't get down. I thought about throwing myself off the ship and creating a crater in the process,” but thank God for telekinesis,” Y/N smiled.

“How'd you find me?”

“I know a thing or two about tracking, and I saw you fly in this direction.”

“I’ve thought about this place a lot. Amazing how things change over time,” Ikaris looks around.

“Maybe you've changed. And maybe that's not such a bad thing,” Y/N said.

“You know, I’ve always thought of the Celestials like the ocean. They give life and they take life away without bias,” Ikaris looked at Y/N. “If they were gone, this universe would eventually end. What we’re trying to do is free humanity from the natural order of things.”

“It’s not natural to allow all life on an entire planet to be destroyed, but that's not what's really bothering you, is it?” Y/N said.

Ikaris sighed. “Just now, everyone was turning to me for answers and reassurance. And I couldn't give them that.” he looked at Y/N. “Why me? Ajak is still alive and should be making this call, not me.”

“It's okay to be afraid. It's a human emotion.”

“I'm not human, remember?”

“Yes you are. To me you are.”

Y/N put a hand to Ikaris's chest. “Feel that? My hand on your beating heart?” Y/N asked. Ikaris nodded his head.

“That's why everyone turned to you today. It's because they look up to you. They value your advice and know your heart is pure and strong enough to make this decision,” Y/N said.

“What if I'm wrong, Y/N?” Ikaris asked him. “What if we make things worse instead of better?”

“They couldn't get much worse than they already are, Iceberg,” Y/N reminds him. “If things do indeed get worse, then we'll deal with it. I've faced the impossible before and won. This time won't be any different.”

“Are you willing to bet our lives on that?”

“Are you willing not to?”

“So, you’d be willing to move to a new planet if it came down to it?” Ikaris looked down at Y/N.

“Yeah, I would. As long as you, my family, and friends are there by my side. Also, if this new planet has a (favorite restaurant or fast-food joint).”

Ikaris smiled. “I’m in love with you, Duckling. I’m grateful for the life I’ve lived with you.”

“Me too, Iceberg. I’ve wanted to be happy for so long and now I am. I'm not giving that up without a fight,” Y/N says.

“Do you really think you could be happy with me? An Eternal who never grows old?” Ikaris said.

“Always,” Y/N leans up and kisses Ikaris on the lips. Y/N feels Ikaris' warmth as a vision enters his mind, making him gasp. Y/N sees Ikaris, but it's not his Ikaris. He had no idea how he knew that or that this was on another Earth in another dimension, but he just knew. The events were happening just like they are now. The only difference is that Ikaris betrayed his friends, killed Ajak in the name of Arishem. There was no Y/N on this planet, and even if there were, it was too late.

Y/N gasps again as the vision leaves him. Ikaris looks at him, concerned. “What’s wrong Duckling? What happened?”

Y/N licks his lips and tries to process everything he just saw. Ikaris was a traitor to his friends. It wasn't possible. “I-I saw you. In another universe and you didn't want to stop the Emergence, but let it happen. You killed Ajak and betrayed the others.”

Ikaris was silent. A shocked look on his face. “I swear I would never—”

“—I know Ikaris. I'm not sure why I saw that vision. Maybe it's one of my new powers? To see the same events, but on different earths?”

“What kind of power is that?”

“Dr. Strange once used the time stone and astral projection to see different possible futures. Maybe it's like that,” Y/N said.

“Maybe,” Ikaris said.

“Hey, come on. I know you’re no Benedict Arnold.”

“Why would you see that? See me?” Ikaris asked.

“Maybe it's a clue.” Y/N said. “I think it's a clue on how to use the Uni-Mind. We should tell the others, because I have an idea.” Y/N began to walk in the direction of the ship.

“Y/N?” Ikaris called.

Y/N turned to him. “Yes?”

“Nothing,” Ikaris said as he followed Y/N, putting the ring back in his pocket.

They head back to the ship and find Ajak hunched over. They rush to her. “What's wrong with her?”

“It’s started. The Emergence has commenced,” Ajak says.

“Oh, no. My God.”

“What about the Uni-Mind?”

“I haven’t figured out a way to connect us, but I’m close. I’m very, very close,” Phastos said.

“How much longer?” Sersi asks.

“I don’t know, Sersi!” Phastos says.

Phastos grabs a device and hands it to Makkari. “Find the point of emergence.” She races off.

Druig and Thena are looking at a painting. “You always knew the end was coming. It must be a relief.” Druig looks at her.

“That Deviant is still tracking us,” Thena says.

“Revenge won’t bring peace for you, Thena.”

“But killing it might,” she smiles.

Ikaris grabs Y/N’s hand and leads him to another room in the Domo. It’s an empty room with a hologram of Arishem. Y/N frowns as he looks at Ikaris. “Where are we, Iceberg?”

Ikaris smiles. “Somewhere special.”

“If this is your way of getting a quickie before battle, then you can forget it,” Y/N said.

“That is the last thing on my mind right now, Duckling. Though, I do prefer to do it in the sands of Babylon,” Ikaris smiled.

The Eternal walked towards a wall and put his back flat against it. Before Y/N could ask what he was up to, there was a symbol on the wall that flashed as golden wires began to come out and inched towards Ikaris as they created his superhero costume over his clothes. His costume was blue with golden accents of different symbols on the suit, mixed together with armor. Ikaris stepped away from the wall and smirked at Y/N. “So, what do you think?” He asked, referring to his suit.

Y/N smiled. “It’s awesome, Iceberg. Really cool.”

“Thank you. I think we just might have to get you one, too. If you’re going to officially join the team,” Ikaris said.

“Wait? You want me to join your team?” Y/N asks.

“Of course, you’ve already proven you can handle Deviants. And everyone else would agree with me by asking if you’d like to be a part of the Eternals?”

Y/N was shocked, but also honored that these people he only just met a few days ago wanted him to be a part of them. “I’d love too, Ikaris.”

“Well, in that case. Right this way.” Ikaris led Y/N to his wall symbol as Y/N put his back to just like Ikaris had. The wires began to descend on Y/N as they began to create a suit of armor over his original hero costume. They went down his arms and legs as they created a suit similar to Ikaris’s, except Y/N’s was a light blue with red symbols, boots and fingerless gloves. Y/N looked down at his new suit before looking up at Ikaris with a smirk. “What? No cape?”

“Look again, Duckling.” Ikaris pointed behind Y/N’s back. A yellow cape formed from his shoulders down his back, past his calves. “This is so cool!” Ikaris smiled at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. “Thor, eat your heart out.”

….

Y/N and Ikaris walk back into the room as the others discuss their plan of action. They look at Y/N and Ikaris in costume. Ready for action.

“Nice suit, Y/N,” Kingo says. “You did a great job Boss.”

Y/N blushed. “Thank you.”

“So where are we with the Uni-Mind? Any progress?” Ikaris asks.

“No. I can’t seem to make it work,” Phastos says.

“It’s okay, Phastos. I think I have an idea of how to make it work,” Y/N tells him.

“How?” Ajak asks.

“With the sphere inside you,” Y/N points to Ajak’s chest. “The sphere inside you lets you connect with Arishem, right?”

“Yes, that's correct.”

“Well, what if Phastos could take it out of you and reverse engineer it and create a connection between all of you instead?”

“And that could theoretically create the Uni-Mind. Y/N, that's brilliant!” Phastos said.

“Great.”

“But umm, I have to take it out of Ajak to use it.”

Ajak steps forward. “Do it then.”

“Okay.” Phastos’s hands glow as he uses his cosmic powers to try and pull the sphere out of Ajak safely.

“Don't kill her,” Thena says.

“Thena…”

“Do it, Phastos,” Ajak says.

Phastos concentrates as he tugs at the sphere inside Ajak and brings it forward. Her neck glows and a golden sphere comes out and levitates itself to Phastos.

“Will it work?” Sersi asks as Phastos breaks the shell covering the energy stone inside. “It has to.” Phastos uses the power from Ajak’s sphere and uses it to make the bracelets for the Uni-Mind. Taking out pieces he doesn't need until it's ready to go. Phastos smiles at his finished invention.

The other Eternals prepare for battle as they get their armored suits on. Even Sprite comes back from her little temper tantrum. They are all wearing the bracelet that Phastos made, connecting them together. Makkari found the point of the Emergence. Tiamut was located in an active volcano in the Indian Ocean.

The Domo flew towards the volcano as the Eternals and Y/N knew their mission. The Domo landed on the ground as Y/N, Ikaris, Sersi, Makkari, and Druig got off. The others stayed behind in the Domo but would come help if needed. Makkari and Y/N used their speed to zoom themselves and the others close enough for the Uni-Mind to work, but not close to the volcano.

“It’s time to put a god to sleep,” Sersi said.

Y/N looked at Druig. “Are you ready for this?”

Druig looks at Y/N. A frown on his face, but something gentle in his eyes. “When I die, you stay away from my funeral.”

“Deal,” Y/N chuckles.

Druig turns the bracelet on his wrist and activates it as it spins and so do Sersi's, Ikaris’s, and Makkari’s. Sersi, Ikaris, and Makkari float in the air as their energy is transferred to Druig and so is everyone else's. The power of all Eternals combined into one. It's an incredible sight. Druig focuses on putting Tiamut to sleep and it works. The active volcano begins to quiet down as the lava recedes back into the volcano. Y/N is so invested in what’s happening with the volcano that he doesn't see the humanity-Deviant charging towards him until he feels it slam a cosmic fist into his body. Y/N flies back and rolls on the ground, wondering what the hell just hit him. The young Avenger looks up and sees it’s the Deviant. The creature’s tendrils shootout and latch onto Druig, absorbing his power. It bites on Druig’s neck, who groans as his energy is being drained and in pain.

“No!” Y/N cries as he runs at the Deviant and two go rolling on the ground as Y/N slams into him. The others begin to awaken from their broken connection as Makkari notices Druig on the ground and rushes to him. Ikaris and Sersi see Y/N fighting the head Deviant as the creature latches its tentacles on Y/N. Wrapping around his arms and legs, making it impossible to move. Y/N struggles to break free. Ikaris flies forward and slams into the Deviant as he flies them up into the air, punches thrown back and forth as the two struggle against each other, as they turn down into a nosedive, heading towards the ground.

“Ikaris!” Y/N calls looking up at them falling towards the ground, near the volcano. He runs after them, keeping his eyes on the sky and follows over to the place that they landed at. Y/N looks down at the crater they made, but there's no sign of Ikaris. Y/N scans the area and sees there's a cave. The sound of fighting, optical blasts, grunting, and screaming can be heard, echoing through the walls of the cave. Then there's silence. Y/N rushes over and just stops at the entrance of the cave. He peers into the dark cave.

“Iceberg! Are you okay?” Y/N calls out as his voice echoes. No answer. Y/N is about to walk inside when something slams into him and pushes him back. Y/N realized its laser vision. Ikaris comes out of the cave, eyes glowing gold as he looks at Y/N and blasts him again. Y/N is pushed back as his body takes in the cosmic energy. Y/N’s eyes flash blue as he creates a shield, blocking the attack. “Iceberg? What are you doing?”

The Deviant comes out of the cave and looks at Y/N with an eerie smile on its face. “That's enough, Ikaris. For now.” Ikaris obeyed like a good dog and stopped his attack on Y/N.

“What did you do to him?” Y/N demands.

The Deviant smiled again. “I've done nothing but show Ikaris, who’s truly in charge here.”

“You’re controlling him?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, I am. The most powerful Eternal at my beckoned call,” the Deviant said, sounding like Pennywise the Dancing Clown. “I wanted to control all their minds, but I only took enough energy to control one Eternal.”

“Why are you doing this?” Y/N said. “The world is about to end and we almost stopped it until you ruined it.”

“I was trapped in ice for centuries as your boyfriend and his fellow Eternals killed my kind. I shall have retribution for their sins. They’ll learn what it’s like to be hunted down like wild animals. You won't stop me, Y/N.”

“Wanna bet?” Y/N asked, a red orb in his hand.

“Now, now, no need for that. Let's have a civilized chat. You may call me Kro.”

“I prefer to call you Pennywise.”

“I like you. You have spirit.” Kro turned to Ikaris. “Ikaris, kill your fellow Eternals, starting with the one who’s power I just absorbed. Don’t stop until they’re all dead.” Ikaris nodded and flew in the direction of Druig and the others.

“I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone else,” Y/N said.

“Oh, it’s not me that humanity should fear,” Kro said. “They should fear you and your sister, Wanda. Harbingers of Chaos.”

“How did you know—”

“—I know many things about you, Y/N. I absorbed your energy as well, remember?” Kro looked at Y/N eyes slightly red. “You are part mind singularity. And something else entirely, but still dangerous.”

“Want me to show you just how dangerous I can be?” Y/N asked.

“You and I are a lot alike, Y/N,” Kro said.

“I am nothing like you,” Y/N protested.

“But you are. Whether you want to admit it or not, you and I take power from those undeserving of it. Just like your friends Ajak, Gilgamesh, and Druig.”

“I don’t kill those I absorb energy from. You see, the difference between you and me is that you kill them on purpose,” Y/N said.

“Survival of the fittest.”

“Yeah, well, this time. I’m the apex predator. You're the prey,” Y/N’s hands glowed.

“We shall see about that.” Kro lifted a hand and a red ball of energy came out of it as he pulled Y/N towards him with telekinesis. The Deviant clasped his tendrils onto Y/N’s body and absorbed the energy inside his body.

“Yes! I want all of it, Y/N!” Kro began to glow with Y/N’s power. The young Maximoff could feel his powers being siphoned away from him. Y/N glanced up and saw the Deviant growing and changing with his powers. If he didn't do something, then Kro would be too powerful to stop. Y/N could feel that spark of his power inside himself. The part of himself he would never use, but needed at this moment. He latched onto it. He looked at Kro. “You want my power? Take it! I don't want it.” He poured out everything he had into this effort as Kro relished in his newly acquired powers. “There's more. I want it all.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Kro. You just might get it,” Y/N said as his eyes flashed red as he held out his hands and used his powers, and pulled back the energy Kro stole from him. Kro groaned as all the energy he had just absorbed was taken from him. Y/N used his telekinesis and freed himself from Kro’s tentacles.

The leader of the Deviants looked at Y/N, shocked. “How did you do that?”

“It's my power, Pennywise. Whether I want it or not, it's mine and I won't let you use it to hurt anyone,” Y/N used the energy he took back and concentrated it into a blast of power as he blasted Kro back and onto the floor. Kro groaned from the blast as he looked up as Y/N walked towards him, looking down. “Don't worry, Kro. I won't kill you. That's reserved for someone else.”

With that said, Y/N speeded off after Ikaris and the others as he arrived just in time to see Ikaris grab Druig from the ground by his neck. “I should’ve done this five centuries ago.” He lifted them both in the air as he let Druig go and blasted him with his optical vision to the ground below them. Makkari let out a wail as Druig hit the ground and groaned from the blasts being buried underneath the ground. Ikaris turned and set his sights on the Domo. He flew towards it.

“Iceberg, no!” Y/N cried out as Ikaris’s lasers tore through the underside of the ship, ripping through it easily. He blasted the top part as well as the ship began to fall down and headed towards the ground of the volcano. Sersi held out her hands defensively at the oncoming ship. Makkari used her speed to move her out of the way as Y/N held out his hands in front of him as the ship slammed into him, as he tried to slow it down. Dirt was flying everywhere as Y/N’s feet dug into the dirt of the ashy ground. Y/N grunted as he pushed back, trying to put the Domo to a stop.

When the ship finally stopped, Y/N sighed with relief as Makkari ran inside the Domo and brought everyone out. One by one. Ikaris floated down to the ground. “Druig’s gone. It’s over.”

“Boss, what are you doing?” Kingo asked.

“Ikaris attacked Druig,” Sersi said.

“Hold on Sersi, it wasn't his fault—”

Y/N was interrupted from explaining as Makkari glared at Ikaris and super sped towards him and began to knock him into some rocks. “Makkari, stop!” Y/N chased after them. Ikaris tried to blast her as she slammed him into a wall, pushing his head against it. Ikaris grabbed her arm and threw her off him. Just as she was about to run at him again, Y/N got in between them. He looked at the speedster Eternal and signed to her what was going on. “Ikaris is being mind-controlled by a Deviant. Take Ajak and Kingo and find Druig. Tell Sersi and Phastos to find another way to stop the Emergence. The Deviant is on the west side of the volcano. Thena and Gilgamesh will be happy about that. Bring Sprite to me.”

Makkari nodded and ran back to the others to explain everything Y/N had just told her. Y/N turned to his boyfriend, who glared at him. His blue eyes that Y/N loved so much looked so cold and unfeeling at the moment. “Iceberg. It’s me. It’s Y/N. You don’t have to do this.”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to,” Ikaris said.

“You don’t want to hurt your family. Or me,” Y/N said.

“You’re wrong about that one, Y/N. I do want to hurt you.” Ikaris rose in the air, eyes glowing as he flew towards Y/N. Y/N charged forward as well. Ikaris came down as Y/N dodged his crashing fist. The ground cracked underneath it. He turned to Y/N and attacked him as the younger man tried to block and dodge his attacks. Y/N avoided most of the attacks, but Ikaris got a good hit and punched him in the face. Y/N staggered back as Ikaris grabbed him by the throat. Y/N groaned as Ikaris’s hand closed around his throat. He slammed his fist down on Ikaris’s arm as he let go of Y/N and the young hero slammed his fist into Ikaris’s chest, pushing him back. Ikaris smirked at Y/N. “That's it, Y/N. Come on.” He grabbed Y/N and slammed him against the rocky wall behind them. “Let go, Y/N. Show me what you can really do.”

Everything inside Y/N was urging him to fight back. To shove Ikaris off him and show him what he could really do, but he wouldn't do it. He wasn't going to lose control or hurt Ikaris.

“Don't hold back. Give me all that you have.”

“No. I won't do it,” Y/N said.

“Do it!”

“No, I won’t. I won’t hurt you, Ikaris.”

“Fine, I'll just make you then,” Ikaris said as he rained punches down on Y/N. Y/N tried to hold back as everything in his body was telling to let go. Give into his power. Defend himself. “Stop.” Y/N pleaded. Ikaris wasn’t listening to him as he kept up his attack. Y/N’s eyes flashed red as his voice boomed. “ENOUGH!” Y/N pushed Ikaris back with a telekinetic blast, sending the Eternal sprawling to ground, hard. When Y/N realized what he did; he was horrified. “Ikaris! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—”

That's when the Volcano erupted.

….

Lava flowed from the sides of the volcano as a debris called tephra rained from the skies. The Eternals prepared to defend themselves. Thena cut through a molten rock with her sword. Phastos created some weapons and blasted the rocks. Ajak, Sprite, and Makkari stood behind Kingo and Gilgamesh as they blasted and punched the falling debris. Sersi turned a rock into some birds. Sersi looked at the ground and then at the volcano. She had to do something. She had to try and stop this. “We do as Y/N said.” She begins walking towards the volcano.

“Phastos. I have to try and stop this. I need to get closer to Tiamut,” she said. Phastos put a hand on her shoulder. “Let's go. I've got you.” They ran towards the volcano.

Gilgamesh looked at Thena. “Y/N said the Deviant is in a cave on the west side of the volcano. What do you say, Thena?”

Thena smiled as she formed a spear and shield. “Let's go hunting then.”

Ajak looked at Makkari as she signed to her. “Take Sprite to Y/N and come back and we'll find Druig. Together.” Makkari nodded as she grabbed a hold of Sprite and super sped her to Y/N and Ikaris, then came back to get Ajak and Kingo and ran them in the direction Druig crashed in.

Ikaris blasted the incoming rocks with his lasers as Y/N punched them or moved them out of the way. Y/N looked at Ikaris. “You have to stop, Iceberg. If you don't, then everyone on this planet will die.”

“If this world ends so a Celestial can rise, then I support Arishem’s design,” Ikaris said.

“This isn't you talking. It's the Deviant.”

“Y/N!” the Avenger turned to see Sprite standing there. Ikaris looked at Sprite as well and smiled. It was a manic one. “Sprite, so glad you could join the party. I wanted to kill Phastos next, but you'll do.” Ikaris fires his optical beams at her as Y/N ran in front of her and put up a shield. Both opposing forces pushed back and forth.

“How do we break the Deviant’s hold on Ikaris?” Sprite asked.

“If Gilgamesh and Thena can kill it first, then Ikaris will be free, but if they can't in time, we have to find another way until they do,” Y/N said. “I have an idea, Sprite. It's a crazy one, but it just might work.”

“What is it?”

Ikaris stopped his attack as Y/N ran up to him and turned back to Sprite as a wave of dirt blinded Ikaris for a moment. Y/N told Sprite about his plan as she looked at him shocked.

Ikaris glared at them when the dirt had cleared. “I'm going to enjoy killing you both.”

Y/N ran towards Ikaris, fist raised as he threw a punch. A punch Y/N knew he would catch. Ikaris caught Y/N’s fist with his palm. He pushed his palm down on Y/N’s fist, cracking his knuckles as he did. Ikaris turned Y/N around and put him in a headlock.

Thena and Gilgamesh walked into the cave Y/N said, near the ocean. It was really quiet inside. The only sounds they could hear were their breathing and the sound of their feet walking on the ground and the sound of the wind. Thena had her weapons raised, ready to fight. Gilgamesh looked at her and smiled. “Remember when we journeyed with Jason and the Argonauts?”

“I remember it well. The Deviants that looked like harpies and one was a giant Kraken.”

“Good times,” Gilgamesh chuckles. He looked at Thena. “Stay here. Say it.”

“Not this time, old friend,” Thena said.

That’s when they heard an eerie voice whisper. “Thena.” The warrior Eternal looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. “Oh, you’ve changed. You’re broken. Damaged. Useless. You can’t protect any of them.”

“Come out and show yourself, you bastard!” Gilgamesh said.

“Oh, Gilgamesh. You’re still alive? Looks like when I kill again, this time I’ll make sure it sticks, Kro said.

Thena sensed the Deviant as she formed a shield, just as Kro tried to punch Gilgamesh with his own cosmic fist. She let out a yell as she swiped at the Deviant with her sword as Gilgamesh attacked with his fists.

“Iceberg, I know you’re in there,” Y/N said as Ikaris’s arm drew tighter around his neck. The other one held his head in place. He finally understood the vision he had earlier today. It wasn’t about finding out how to activate the Uni-Mind. It was to warn Y/N about Ikaris. His vision had shown Ikaris from another universe betraying his friends. And his Ikaris from this universe, like it not, had done the same thing. The only difference was that Ikaris wasn’t doing this of his own free will. This was all Kro’s fault.

Almost like Ikaris was reading his mind; the Eternal leaned down and whispered harshly in Y/N’s ear. “When are you going to realize that this is all me, Y/N? You saw that vision of my counterpart. I’m just like him.”

“You’re nothing like him, Iceberg—”

“—Stop calling me that stupid nickname!” Ikaris roared. “I’ve always hated that nickname. And truth be told, Y/N. I hate you too.”

“You’re lying,” Y/N gasped out as a few tears slid down his face. Ikaris smirked as he could hear Y/N’s soft sobs and his body shook beneath him. “Am I? My life was perfect until you came and messed it all up, but now it doesn’t matter because I’m finally going to be rid of you. Once and for all.”

“Do what you want to me, but please don’t hurt the others, Ikaris. If you wanna hurt somebody, hurt me,” Y/N said.

“Oh, don’t worry, Y/N. I’m gonna kill them nice and slow. Too bad you won’t be around to see it,” Ikaris said.

“No matter what happens, Ikaris. Know that I’ll always love you. No matter what.”

“I’ll tell you a secret, Ducking,” Ikaris mocked the nickname he gave Y/N. “I never loved you. You were just a means to an end. I had an itch, and you scratched it,” Ikaris harshly said to the young Avenger. “I can't believe I wanted to ask you to marry me. It was always and always will be, Sersi.” With that said Ikaris’s eyes flashed gold as he used all his strength and snapped Y/N’s neck. A harsh boom echoed on the volcano as Y/N’s body fell to the ashy ground with a thud.

For a moment, all was quiet as Ikaris was breathing harshly. His eyes were still gold until they returned to their crystal blues. He looked down at Y/N’s unmoving body. It was done. Y/N Maximoff was dead, and Ikaris didn’t care one bit.

[gamergirl929]

Enchanted To Meet You (Christen Press x Reader)

A chance meeting at a party leads Christen Press to the woman of her dreams, but what happens when the woman of her dreams vanishes without trace, leaving behind only a handkerchief and the phantom feel of her hand in hers? 

Based loosely off Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Christen Press glances down at her wine glass, giving the contents inside a swirl.  

She, along with the remainder of the USWNT veterans, were dressed to the nines, all in attendance for the annual, USSF party with many of the sports, MAJOR investors.  

“Why are we here anyway? I could be drinking cheap beer right now.” Kelley grumbles, earning an elbow in the side from Alex.  

Kelley groans.  

“Come on Al, you don’t want to be here either.”  

Christen picks her head up, her green orbs widening when she catches a pair of eyes on her from across the room.  

Y/E/C orbs catch green and you smile, the conversation between you and those around you completely forgotten as you stare across the room at Christen.  

Your head tilts slightly to the side, your eyes narrowing slightly, as if you’re trying to remember something.  

You give your head a shake, turning back to the older man beside you, a charming smile stretching across your face.  

“Oooooo, who are you making eyes at Pressy?” Kelley asks, drawing everyone else's attention.  

Christen’s cheeks flush as your eyes again catch hers, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“Well damn, no wonder you’re making eyes at her.” Kelley mumbles, earning a smack on the forearm.  

“You know I only have eyes for you, Jan.” Kelley teases, Alex’s cheeks flushing pink.  

Christen shakes her head, frowning when she realizes you’d disappeared from view.  

“Chris.”  

Christen turns to Tobin, a brow arching in question.  

Tobin nods in her direction, the forward grinning when she sees you standing behind Christen, a glass of wine in each hand.  

You clear your throat.  

“Hi.” You smile, nodding to the glass in her hand.  

“It looked like you were running a little low.”  

Christen smiles, glancing at Tobin who holds her hand out to take her empty glass, her best friend smirking.  

Christen takes the glass from your hand and you grin.  

“I’m Y/N.” You smile, taking a step closer to her, the smell of your cologne, not in an overbearing way, clouding her senses  

“Christen.” She smiles and you grin.  

“Christen.” You repeat, your grin widening.  

“Well Christen, it’s nice to meet you, I thought we’d met before, but I’d certainly remember meeting someone like you.”  

Christen’s brows arch.

“Someone like me?”  

You crack a smile.  

“You stand out.”  

Christen smiles, bringing the glass to her lips.  

“I could say the same about you.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your own drink.  

“I suppose you could.”  

Meanwhile behind you, Megan points at you, the purple haired woman nodding enthusiastically.

Boldly, Christen moves closer her fingertips brushing your forearm

“I could.”  

You glance down at her fingers, your cheeks lightly dusted pink.  

“To be honest, this isn’t really my scene, but if you come to every one of these parties, I’ll have more of an incentive.” You smirk charmingly and Christen giggles.  

“If you’re here, that’s enough incentive for me as well.” She flirts shamelessly and you grin.  

You bring your hand up, covering her hand that’s still resting on your forearm with your own.  

“Are you like this with everyone, or am I a special case?” You ask cockily and she shakes her head.  

“I guess you could say you’re a special case.” She shrugs and you smirk.  

“I suppose I could say the same thing about you.”  

Your tongue swipes at your dry lips, Christen zeroing in on the action.  

You glance over your shoulder, humming at the classical music that’s pouring from a nearby speaker. 

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but would you like to dance?”

She bites her bottom lip in an attempt to stave off a grin, the forward glancing at her best friend, who’s already holding her hand out, ready to take yet another glass from her.  

“I’d love to.”  

                                                          ***

You hold your hand out, something Christen takes with little to no hesitation, the brunette intertwining your fingers.  

You slip an arm around her, your hand splayed on her back as she rests her free hand on your shoulder.  

The distance between you is noticeably minute, your noses nearly brushing.  

“Do you usually slow dance with someone you just met?” You ask in a hushed whisper and she giggles, her breath tickling your face.  

“No, again, you’re a special case.”  

You freeze, your hand in hers, your fingers drumming against her back.  

“And what makes me special?” You ask, flirting shamelessly, Christen shrugs, her gaze falling to your lips.  

“There’s just something about you.” She whispers, her palm resting on your chest, over your beating heart.  

“Something about you that I-

“Excuse me, Y/N?”  

Your eyes narrow as you turn to the intruder, the man having the sense to look somewhat fearful.  

“Someone is here to see you.” He whispers and you growl.  

“They couldn’t have waited?” You ask, angrily and he shakes his head.  

“Unfortunately, no.”  

You roll your eyes, turning back to Christen with a frown.  

“I apologize, I-

Christen cuts you off, the woman pressing a kiss to your cheek, giggling when she realizes she’d left some lipstick behind.  

Boldly, she takes your handkerchief from your pocket and drags it against your cheek, ridding you off the pink lipstick left behind.  

"Go, I’m sure I’ll see you after.” She whispers and you smile, your smile splitting into a grin.

“Oh, you will.”  

You give her a wink before taking your leave, your handkerchief still in her hand. 

“Wait your-

“I’ll get it when I come back.” You say as you turn on your heels, moving backwards beside the man who stops you when you nearly hit a wall.  

You send Christen a wink before disappearing around the corner.  

She doesn’t see you again that night.  

                                                          ***

Christen mood noticeably faltered after that, even around Tobin she wasn’t herself.  

She’d felt a connection with you that she hadn’t felt for anyone else, and in an instant, you were taken away.  

Even a start in the game against South Korea hadn’t quelled the torment she felt in her heart, how could it when she possibly just lost a chance at love?  

Meanwhile, within a booth way above the crowd you cross your arms across your chest, your breath caught in your chest.  

You could tell even from afar that the light had left Christen, the woman not glowing as she had been the night you met her.  

You hum, glancing down at the stands, wondering if a closer look was in order to properly watch the match.  

                                                          ***

Christen Press was off her game, missing shots she’d never normally miss, and making sloppy passes, anyone could see that, and at the half, she headed for the locker room, her chin flush with her chest as her head hung in shame at her performance.

Tobin slips an arm around her best friend, giving the woman a squeeze.  

“It’s okay Chris.” She whispers and Christen shakes her head.  

“It isn’t."  

Tobin keeps her arm around the woman as the two make their way into the locker room.

                                                          ***

Tactic talks went as well as Christen could’ve expected, the lingering gazes of her teammates burning holes in her back.  

Before she can leave the locker room, she’s stopped by Vlatko the man giving her a worried frown as he places a hand on her shoulder.  

“Are you alright to continue?” He asks and she nods, giving him a forced smile.  

“I am.”  

Vlatko nods.  

“You’re sure?” He asks and she nods again.  

“I am. I promise.”  

Even as the words leave her mouth, she’s not so certain if she can keep that promise.

                                                          ***

The second you spot her exiting the tunnel, a smile stretches across your face, your hands leaving your pockets.  

Your smile falters though when you realize her smile is far from as bright as it had been nights prior.  

You hold a hand up, hoping to garner her attention, but you’re unsuccessful, at least at garnering Christen Press’s attention.  

“Chris.” Tobin whispers, giving her best friend a nudge, the forward barely able to contain herself.  

Christen lifts her gaze with a hum, her green orbs widening when they lock with Y/E/C, like they had all those nights ago.

Your lips split into a massive grin, one mirrored on Christen’s face, a smile that makes the brightness you were so drawn to all those nights ago return.  

The butterflies you felt when you first saw her that night flitter their wings as they spread throughout your chest.  

Kelley follows Tobin and Christen’s gaze, the defender grinning as she gives Alex a nudge.  

Soon, every USWNT player is staring your way, your cheeks flushing under their scrutiny.  

You rub the back of your neck, your cheeks darkening the longer their eyes remain on you.  

Christen swats blindly at the USWNT veteran closest to her, that being Tobin, unwilling to take her eyes off of you.  

“Feeling better?” Tobin asks with a smirk, knowing the answer full well.  

Christen’s cheeks flush.  

“Yes.”  

                                                          ***

Needless to say, after Christen saw you in the stands, her game drastically improved, the woman making goal after goal, and assisting on a few as well, a permanent smile etched on her face.  

You watched in awe as the woman worked, her skill taking you back slightly, how could one woman be so talented?  

You were in complete and utter awe of her, the woman’s talent and the bright smile carved into her face making the butterflies in your chest only flap their wings harder, what you felt nights ago increasing tenfold.  

Much to your dismay, the final whistle blows and you frown, craving to see more of the woman’s utter skill, and the smile on her face as she played the sport she loved so much.  

You glance around, watching as the players make their way onto the field to shake the oppositions hands, completely missing the fact that Christen is making her way towards you until she’s right in front of you.  

The moment you catch sight of her out of the corner of your eye, you grin.  

“Hey.” You say, smile further widening.  

“Hey.” She beams.  

You step over the seat separating the two of you, the two of you now much closer than you had been.  

“I’m sorry about the other night, I had an emergency at the company and I had to leave immediately.”  

Christen nods.  

“It’s okay.”  

You shake your head.  

“It isn’t.”

Your eyes flick to her lips before snapping back up, locking with her green eyes. 

“I never got to finish my dance with you.” You shrug, biting your bottom lip to stave off a massive grin when you see Christen visibly blush.  

“You’re right.” She shrugs, taking a step closer, only inches separating the two of you now.  

“I’d like another chance to.”  

Christen’s brows arch, the forward unaware that her entire team is watching the interaction between the two of you.  

“I’d like to take you out, tonight... I mean, if you want to.” You swallow hard, nervously.  

Christen’s lips split in a grin.  

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?” She asks and you glance away bashfully, cheeks pink.  

“I guess I am.”  

Christen reaches for and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.  

“I’d love to.”  

You glance down, your brows arching when you notice something poking out of Christen’s short’s pocket.  

You smirk, taking a book from her playbook and boldly reaching for the handkerchief.  

Christen cheeks flush a deep shade of red as you hold the handkerchief up in the air between the two of you.  

Your brow arches in question, your smirk widening.  

“I needed it, for good luck?” She shrugs and you grin, slipping the handkerchief back into her pocket, your fingertips brushing her waist.  

Even more boldly, Christen places her hand over your own on her waist.  

She cups your cheek with her free hand before she pushes herself up on her tiptoes, and presses a kiss to your cheek before she starts backing up towards the field.  

“It was great seeing you again.” You whisper, the woman’s smile widening.  

“I hope I see you again soon.”  

You shrug.  

“Tonight at 8 sound good?” You ask and she nods, the butterflies in her stomach going absolutely insane.  

“That sounds perfect.”  

[katelynnwrites]

prompt #3 with viv miedema?

pairing: Vivianne Miedema x f!Reader

warnings: some swearing

word count: 655

summary: prompt #3 ‘We’re not just friends and you know it!’

a/n: @idiotsnake thank you so much for your request, it’s a bit short but i hope you like it

Idiots In Love

The match had ended well for your club, with Arsenal winning five to one. The opposing team had taken it in their stride, making small talk on the pitch and shaking hands good naturedly with your team.

‘Hey, looks like you’ve got someone very interested in you…’ Katie teases, nudging you and pointing at the West Ham United player. You recognize her immediately, recalling an earlier interaction during the game where she had complimented your goal.

She notices the both of you glancing her way and winks. You laugh and give her a bright smile in response causing Katie to snort.

‘I’ll leave you to it.’ She walks away, the other girl taking it as the cue to approach.

‘Hey, you did great out there.’

Grinning, you tell her that she had played well too.

She giggles, ​touching your arm lightly only to be roughly shoved aside.

You blink in surprise, watching as she pushes herself off the ground. One second she was flirting with you the next she was glaring at her aggressor and angrily spitting, ‘What the hell!’

Viv doesn’t back down, practically radiating tension and fury. The Dutch forward doesn’t say a word, dragging you with her and ignoring the other player’s protests. Still in shock, you don’t react till the two of you reach the empty tunnel.

Only then do you pull your arm out of her grasp.

‘Vivianne what the fuck is your problem?’

‘You! You are my problem!’ She yells back.

Your eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks flush, ‘How can I focus on the game and play well when you are in my head all the time? You are the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I sleep.’

‘Viv what-’

The blonde interrupts, ‘All those lingering touches, the sleeping in the same bed, the sharing of clothes, we’re not just friends and you know it! I love you but I can’t keep waiting for you to feel the same way.’

She finishes, taking in a deep breath, the anger melting away and leaving her vulnerable. Her blue eyes search yours for an answer but you’re unable to give her one. The only thing you could think about was…

******

‘You love me?’

It comes out softly, hesitant almost.

‘You’re kidding right?’

Viv laughs disbelievingly before continuing, ‘I’ve been in love with you for years.’

You stare at her for a moment before shaking your head.

‘I thought I was the only one with feelings, god I thought you were just being nice and letting me down gently because if I had known...’ The words tumble out your mouth and once your eyes meet hers, you’re unable to suppress a giggle.

A giggle which quickly turns into loud laughter, the Dutch forward being quick to join in.

‘You thought I was just being nice? Oh my god.’ Viv gasps, her sides aching as she wheezes.

‘We’re both idiots.’ The realization sets in, causing you to grin, a light pink blush dusting your cheeks.

‘Yeah.’

She rubs the back of her neck, winking at you, ‘But you’re my idiot.’

‘If anything, you are my idiot.’’ You argue back, poking her in the chest with your finger.

Viv freezes at the contact, eyes travelling down to where your finger rests before moving back up and stopping at your lips.

‘Since we’re not ‘just friends’ can I-’

The taller girl doesn’t get to finish her sentence because you pull her towards you and press your lips onto hers.

Viv reacts quickly, kissing you back and sighing contentedly when you reach behind her neck to tangle your fingers into the baby hairs there.

You smile against her lips before pulling away slightly to breathe.

‘I love you Vivianne.’

Her eyes are still closed but a soft, slightly dazed smile graces her features as she rests her forehead against yours.

‘Love you more.’

[moonyswolfie]

Legillimens

Soooo I love the rougher, player Sirius fics, I really do. I have plenty saved in my likes. But I can’t help thinking that when this sweet man falls in love, he becomes the fluffiest and blushiest ever, even more than sweet baby Remus.

So here is some soft and fluffy Sirius, enjoy everyone!

Sirius Black x Legillimens!reader

Summary: Sirius is trying to come up with a way to ask you out, unaware that his thoughts are loud and clear for you to hear...

Sirius found himself to be a nervous mess around you lately, a fact that made you giddy. After all, it wasn’t every day that the school ‘s infamous charmer was reduced to a stuttering, blushing mess.

You and Sirius have been friends for a few years now – just friends – but in the last couple of months both your feelings have changed, taking a romantic turn.

It started slow for you, catching yourself stealing glances at his beautiful face during lessons, finding his jokes genuinely funny and lighting up every time you laid eyes on that gorgeous, radiant smile of his.

Before long, you came to the shocking realization that you have fallen for your best friend – and that you were surely doomed to a life of heartbreak seeing as he only thought of you as a friend and nothing more.

And unlike other girls, you could actually state that fact with full certainty.

You’ve been born with a rare ability : you were a Legillimens, meaning that you could hear other people’s thoughts, and not always intentionally.

It was a strange ability, one you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

Many times you’ve wandered the corridors of the castle and heard what you thought were people right by your side, yet when you turned to look, no one was there. They were thoughts coming from different Chambers, from various people.

And such was the case with your best friend during your current lesson. You didn’t mean to pry, you actually did your best to avoid his thoughts as much as you possibly could at all times – something you did with all your best friends - in fear that you would intrude on their privacy, but now Sirius‘ were loud enough that you could hear them from the other end of the room you two were in.

‘Y/N, how about you and me an…no, scratch that. It sounds horrible. Come on, Sirius, you can charm every girl in this entire castle with one look, you can ask your best friend on a date!‘

The last comment got an eye roll out of you, but still, a huge, surprised smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

To say that you were taken aback when you heard your name would be an understatement. Did that mean he fancies you too?

You never thought that he would return your feelings, let alone want to date you.

But this shy side of him you were hearing now, this was quite flattering.

‘Hey, Y/N… yes, definitely better’ the voice in his head sounded less frustrated this time around ‘would you… maybe… if you want… uh… go out..on a date…with me?“

You had to physically restrain yourself from awwing out loud and answering his question since you were in the middle of Potions class, but you were beaming.

Sirius Black returned your feelings.

It felt wrong every time you overheard other people’s intimate thoughts, but this time the guilt was a lot smaller in comparison to your happiness.

He wanted to ask you out, but the thought made him nervous.

You chewed on your lower lip, lost in your mind, and didn’t hear the bell announcing the end of the lesson until a tall figure leaned against the wall to your right.

“Ready to go, Y/N? We have a few essays to write for tomorrow, so we’d better get started on them.”

You stirred back to reality and nodded, smiling in Sirius’ direction.

“Yes, of course, let’s.”

You got up and packed your stuff quickly, exiting the class with him and joining the rest of the Marauders on the corridor.

The second he laid eyes on you, James furrowed his brows.

“What’s got you this happy, Y/N/N?“

You shrugged and started walking towards the Library.

“Nothing in particular, Jamie, I’m just excited that the weekend in one day away and that we have a Hogsmeade trip too.”

He grins, one that Remus matched perfectly. You knew exactly what was on their minds without needing to look, they were excited to go to Zonko’s and stock up on prank items.

*

Three hours later, you let out a groan and sprawl yourself all over the library table.

“If I never hear the word ‘war’ again, it would be too soon”

The boys laughed and shook their heads, adding the finishing touches on their own History of Magic essays about the Giant Wars. James finished first and nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw the time.

“Blimey, I’m late again for Quidditch practice! This essay took forever. I’ll see you guys after!“ he yelled the last part on his way out, earning a bunch of giggles from the rest of you and a harsh shushing from Madame Pince.

You sighed and changed your position, your head now resting on your arms, yet this time you stole cheeky glances at Sirius when you were sure he wasn’t looking.

He is most handsome when he’s focusing like that, hair slipping in front of his face, shielding half from sight, tongue sticking out all cute when he’s deep in concentration...

‘Maybe ask her now. She’s right in front of you, come on, this is your chance…’

Sirius tilted his head and glanced at Moony, who was filling his third parchment with his beautiful and neat handwriting.

‘Or after Moony leaves too… or maybe kick him out somehow?'

You started giggling at his last thought and that got weird looks your way from both boys. You blushed bright red and shook your head, waving them off.

“Was trying to set up a plan for a prank on Pince. Though I think I may have gone too far and it’s not doable either“ you replied quick, to cover your mistake.

The boys have known about your gift from day one. After all, you weren’t about to hide from your best friends, were you?

But they were also counting on your promise to stay away from their heads, so they never worried about you reading their minds before, and nothing changed now. Remus shrugged and went back to writing while Sirius chewed on the end of his quill, a habit that you found quite adorable.

They were none the wiser at the cause of your giggle, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. If Sirius knew, this would have turned very awkward insanely fast.

Twenty more minutes have passed before Remus put his quill down and gathered the now four scrolls of parchment and stuffed them in his bag.

“I think I’ll go and catch up on some sleep now, if you don’t mind, I can still feel the last full moon’s effects on me” he said and muffled a yawn “Pads, you coming up too?“

Sirius hummed and looked up from his own essay, now covered in doodles on the edges.

“Hmm? No, I’m good, Moons, I’ll actually stay a bit more and compare some Charms notes with Y/N/N” he said and winked your way, making a faint blush dust your cheeks.

Moony smiled as well and got up.

“Suit yourselves” he said and he was out the door a moment later.

“So… “ you started and fumbled for your Charms notes in your bag, but Sirius’ hand on your wrist stopped you mid movement.

“No, I… the Charms notes were just a pretext, I’m sorry. Truth is, I wanted to ask you something and I wanted you alone for that” he finished in a whisper and his cheeks were now a matching shade of pink to your own.

You stifled a smile and offered him your full attention, raising a brow curious.

“Would you like to… maybe… if you want, I mean, you don’t have to… I mean… “ he groaned and buried his face in his hands “would you want to go with me… maybe tomorrow….“ he stopped again and his blush intensified, increasing your urge to aww and cover him in kisses.

His flustered state, as much as it melted your heart, made up your mind and so you put him out of his misery.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Sirius” you said soft, taking his hand in yours and drawing small circles on the back of it.

He frowned in confusion, which made a guilty expression appear on your face.

“Your thoughts have been pretty loud today, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

Although his cheeks were beet red at this point, he couldn’t help but chuckle and pull you to his chest, holding you tight and kissing the top of your head sweet.

“Well, I’m quite glad they were, I don’t know if I’d have been able to properly ask you that question.”

You giggled and buried your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent and letting it wash over you, engulfing you in the most pleasant sensation you’ve ever felt.