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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Book club?

I know I haven't been active, my life has been really chaotic and busy. I work two jobs, personal family matters...etc etc....don't get me started on the political climate.

I want to read more and though others might want to join in?

Banned books?

Fantasy?

Biographies?

I figured it would be cool to ask. I'll even start a discord if I get a good amount of feed back...

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Friday we will be picking out a book to read!

Book club?

I know I haven't been active, my life has been really chaotic and busy. I work two jobs, personal family matters...etc etc....don't get me started on the political climate.

I want to read more and though others might want to join in?

Banned books?

Fantasy?

Biographies?

I figured it would be cool to ask. I'll even start a discord if I get a good amount of feed back...

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Book club?

I know I haven't been active, my life has been really chaotic and busy. I work two jobs, personal family matters...etc etc....don't get me started on the political climate.

I want to read more and though others might want to join in?

Banned books?

Fantasy?

Biographies?

I figured it would be cool to ask. I'll even start a discord if I get a good amount of feed back...

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

here is the discord, please feel free to join! I don't expect a huge outcome of people but even a few is amazing! We can decide on a book to read for the month and we can discuss on discord!

deadlines can be discussed, it can be as relaxed as you want it to be!

Book club?

I know I haven't been active, my life has been really chaotic and busy. I work two jobs, personal family matters...etc etc....don't get me started on the political climate.

I want to read more and though others might want to join in?

Banned books?

Fantasy?

Biographies?

I figured it would be cool to ask. I'll even start a discord if I get a good amount of feed back...

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

I’ll post the discord in a bit! Sounds good. I read a lot of different types of genres.

Book club?

I know I haven't been active, my life has been really chaotic and busy. I work two jobs, personal family matters...etc etc....don't get me started on the political climate.

I want to read more and though others might want to join in?

Banned books?

Fantasy?

Biographies?

I figured it would be cool to ask. I'll even start a discord if I get a good amount of feed back...

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Book club?

I know I haven't been active, my life has been really chaotic and busy. I work two jobs, personal family matters...etc etc....don't get me started on the political climate.

I want to read more and though others might want to join in?

Banned books?

Fantasy?

Biographies?

I figured it would be cool to ask. I'll even start a discord if I get a good amount of feed back...

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

If someone could just send me $500 that would solve on my problems. Thanks!

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

imagine logan seeing you again, pt.3

logan x reader

summary: In his universe, Logan and you were in love. Then you died. Now he’s in a different timeline and you are very much alive.

warning: some deadpool x wolverine spoilers. this takes place after the movie. under 1k words. THIS PART IS UNEDITED SORRY

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The air smelled like cigarettes and regrets, the perfect kind of bar for Logan Howlett. He walked in, tugging at his dark jean jacket. The place was dark sans a few overhead lights here and there, but he spotted you instantly at the bar. With your back to him, he watched as you slapped the counter several times. At first he thought you were made but he noticed the way the bartender was laughing. He moved closer to see what was going on and walked into the tail end of a story. “...and then Wade shit his pants! It was amazing.”

“I did not!”

Logan hadn’t noticed Wade next to you but the merc grew louder in trying to defend himself. Slightly amused, Logan ordered a beer and watched the pair of you go back and forth until you finally noticed him. You smiled and a hand fell on his shoulder as you stood up from the stool. He recognized how wasted you actually were and without thinking, caught you by the waist. “So you’ve been here for a while, I take.”

“Only like thirty minutes,” you mused, plopping back down onto the stool. Logan smirked and chugged down the beer placed in front of him. He was a certified drinker and the beer was basically water for the man. It felt good. He hadn’t drank much since coming to this new world - he was trying to be better but tonight, as he watched you mercilessly mocked Wade he felt like indulging. 

One night, would it be so bad?

“Logan, let’s take some shots.” You pulled him down next to you and he adjusted himself onto his seat, ignoring the way your hand on him made him feel. He needed more to drink if he was going to survive the night, so he ordered a round for the three of you. Then another and another…

“...is he always like that?”

You gazed up from the shot glass in your hand and followed the direction Logan was facing. Wade was caressing the pool stick in his hand as a failed attempt to distract the poor fella who agreed to a round. Laughing, you said yes and shrugged. “Wade is anything but boring. I like that about him.”

“How did you two get mixed up together?”

Logan felt more relaxed than when he first arrived two hours ago, his jacket was hanging off his chair and the sleeves to his dark henley were pulled up to his forearms. You tried not to stare too hard but you were only a woman. He was gorgeous and rough around the edges, defeat in his eyes but there was something more to the man next to you. 

“A friend introduced us, well, more like a frenemy of Wade’s. We’ve worked off and on for the last few years. He’s honestly, don’t tell him this, not that bad. Kind of annoying…”

Logan laughed, which surprised him more than you. His smile faded when the expression on your face turned into her. He felt ashamed, bashful, and he quickly ordered two more rounds. Sensing a shift, you changed the subject and asked if he had talked to Laura lately.

“She called the other day. Not sure I can give her what she wants…”

“Laura just needs support. People she can count on, friends,” you assured him. The rounds of tequila were brought over and Logan slid two shot glasses to you. You took one and lifted it up to him. “To Laura.”

Logan looked at you, eyes softened as his old heart beated faster than he cared for. Your hair was out of your face, eyes a bit glazed from the alcohol but there was something so different about you. Something the version of you he had loved didn’t have - happiness. You were just happy and satisfied with your life, and he couldn’t fathom it. Logan couldn’t understand how you could be so different from, well, you. There had been something so sad about the woman he loved, so melancholy. Always living for others but you, you sat next to him happy as a clam to be in some shitty little bar. With Wade accosting other customers, sitting next to a man you hardly knew but was so kind to. Logan felt sick to his stomach, guilty as hell because he wouldn't admit it. Too scared to admit that he was enjoying this version of you. Lighthearted and fun. 

You piece of shit, after all she had done for everyone. This is how you repay her? By drooling over another version of her? She died in your arms, you prick!

“Logan.”

Your voice was quietly sweet and he realized he had dazed off, immediately he pushed away all thoughts and chuckled. “To Laura.”

You grinned and clicked your glass against his before downing it. Then you toasted to Wade and Logan begrudgingly joined in for the second shot. Too much alcohol had circulated in your body now, your head felt lightheaded and suddenly, you were braver than you had ever been. Recognizing the song playing over the speakers, you casually suggested Logan take you out to dance. Logan snorted at such a suggestion, thinking you were messing with him but you just stared at him.

“You can’t be fucking serious!”

“Don’t cuss at me, Logan.”

Your tone felt very final but the smile on your face was light and in that moment, Logan couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. He stood up from his stool, a cold stone expression on his face as he took your hand and cursed under his breath as he pulled you to the small dancing area across the room. He ignored the staring coming from Wade, who was still playing pool. Holding back a laugh, you allowed Logan to pull you to him, one arm around your waist, while the other held your hand. His body felt strong against yours yet his fingers were gentle, tender as they held you.  Your hand slipped up his back and Logan stilled for a single moment when your head rested against his shoulder before he relaxed. He led the dance, slow methodical steps but maybe it was the drinking that had you feeling dizzy and far too relaxed. Neither of you said a single word the entire song, Logan just held you in his arms and hated that he didn’t hate it. He could have gone all night on the dance floor with you against him, his hands on you. He didn’t mind it one bit and when the song ended, he felt disappointed in so many ways.

“Thanks for the dance, Logan,” you mused, patting him on the chest. His hands fell from your body and he couldn’t manage a smile. His eyes were glued to you as you mentioned you needed to use the restroom.His fingers slowly, painfully released you from his grip. You smiled at him and walked toward the bathrooms. Logan stood there as the next song played, something more upbeat and he could feel Wade’s annoying stare but he couldn’t take his eyes off where you stood. Back home, he never danced with you. You weren’t the dancing type, you had been far too busy to enjoy those sorts of things. This had been a first for him and tried so hard to picture the woman he loved in his arms but all he could see was you. 

“You’re so fucked.”

Logan snapped out of his thoughts and glared at Wade, who stood at his side. “Got the hots for the ghost of your girlfriend, huh?”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Wade threw an arm around Logan’s shoulder and noted he knew more than he led on. “That cute little snapshot you have in your wallet? I gotta say, you have a type.”

“Don’t touch my shit again,” Logan warned him. He forgot about the photo in his wallet. Wade smirked and nodded to where you were coming from the bathrooms. 

“Your secret is safe with me…for now, asshole. Just letting you know, you break her heart and I break your small little dick, got it?”

Logan ignored the man and pushed him away as you walked up with a curious glance. Wade flipped him off and wandered back to the pool table. You asked what that was about and Logan said nothing. “Another round?”

“Hell no,” you laughed, bouncing on the heels of your feet. “I am hungry though…I know a really good burger place…”

Perfection. That’s what you were, that’s what this all felt like for Logan and he knew then, Wade was completely right - he was so fucked. Logan agreed, the two of you walked back to the counter for your things. He put on his jean jacket and you grabbed your bag, both of you agreeing to sneak out before Wade could follow. The night was cold but Logan felt nothing but a surge of warmth fall over his body as you walked alongside him. Talkative and a bit clumsy, so much so, he resigned his hand on the small of your back. You didn’t seem to mind and he didn’t either.

So the two of you walked on, disappearing into the night crowd of the city - Logan’s hand, warm on your back. 

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

imagine steve waiting on you

this goes out to all my babes that love punk music

The hallway leading to your office was quiet, the echoes of Steve Roger's footsteps were quiet but pronounced. He checked his watch and smiled, you were supposed to meet him downstairs fifteen minutes ago. As he drew closer to your office, the silence had gave way to heavy, loud music. He chuckled to himself and opened the office door. As always his ears were assaulted by the sounds of lead vocalist Keith Morris of Black Flag. Of course, he had left the band citing creative differences and a self proclaimed coke habit but you had always preferred Morris's vocals over the other singers.

Why did Steve know this?

Because you were a complete music nerd and he adored getting you drunk to hear your rants over why the southern California punk movement produced some of the greatest punk bands of all time.

Anything for love.

"Your ears are going to bleed out," Steve turned down the speakers near the door and smiled over at you.

At your desk, you looked up from your computer. "Shit."

"Yup."

Steve looked handsome and put together, while you were wearing an old Bad Religion tee from your high school days. "Fuck."

Steve laughed, telling you it was fine. "I sorta lied about the reservation time, we still have an hour."

Shutting down your computer, because work can wait until tomorrow, you smiled up at your boyfriend. "You are so getting your dick sucked tonight."

He laughed, cheeks redder than a tomato. "At least let me buy you dinner..."

Moving from your desk to Steve, you melted into his arms as he kissed your forehead, then your lips. His arms wrapped around your body and you relaxed under his touch. "I can give you dessert now, if you want..."

Steve groaned but kissed you softly on the lips. "Later, baby. I know you haven't eaten much today. Let me take you out to dinner."

Nodding you kissed him once more. "Fine, I better go get changed. This dissertation is kicking me in the ass. After this is all done, I want to take a long vacation and fuck your brains out."

Again the man blushed but quickly added that California could be a good vacation spot. Your eyes immediately lit up and Steve laughed as you listed all the bands that came out of California. He helped motioned you out of the office, letting you go on and on because even though he hadn't the slightest clue what you were talking about - he loved seeing you so passionate and he had to admit, it kind of turned him on.

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

confessions of a swordsman

zoro x reader

summary: Zoro and you are in a thing - what kind of thing? Who knows but Sanji decides to flirt with you to get Zoro jealous.

The laundry line had been put up for the day, Nami and you were on folding duty. A blanket was laid out on the grass, and you sat comfortably folding clothes into piles for each crew member. Nami was taking clothes off the line and placing them in a basket. The two of you had an efficient process and admittedly were having a good time just chatting. The navigator finally pulled down the last article of clothing and joined you on the blanket. She started matching socks and asked what your plans were for the next island docking.

“I need some new clothes,” she sighed, holding up one of her shirts with a large hole in it. “I don’t even know how this happened.”

“I think we could all use some new clothes.” You held up one of Zoro’s shirts and stuck a finger through the tear at the neckline. Nami laughed when you wiggled a finger at her. “He hates picking out clothes though…I’ll probably just pick out a few things for him.”

Nami smirked. “Wow. Are you just so domesticated.”

“It’s not like that,” you shrugged, folding the shirt, and placing it in Zoro’s pile of clothes. Your eyes didn’t meet hers and that’s all she needed.

“Do you want it to be like that?”

 “I’m just happy being on this ship and being by Luffy’s side.”

Your smile was bright and eager, but Nami saw through the feign contentment in your eyes, but she also knew there was truth to my statement. She said nothing else, but you weren’t foolish enough to not think anything of it. For one, you were sure it was obvious to all that Zoro had a place in your heart and maybe, you in his. Not that either of you would ever admit it out loud – whatever was going on between him and you were a mystery to you like everyone else. The swordsman had a one-track mind, and you knew that from the first time you met. In the beginning, the two of you had bonded over trying to keep Luffy alive. Real friendship bloomed through late night drinking and exchanging stories, triumphs, laughter. Then one night, when everyone else went to bed, he kissed you under the moonlight. His kiss was eager but insecure until you kissed him back. You slept together that night and most nights after that – whenever privacy allotted.

But he never called it what it was or could be or should be.

Neither did you.

Now it’s been months of this, and you were trying your best to not want him in ways he wasn’t willing to give. Not that you really knew what his willingness would amount to because you never talked about our relationship. It was confusing. But you also didn’t want to be the one that needed more, who craved more because it felt weak.

“All done.”

You smiled at Nami and divvyed up the piles to deliver the clean laundry. She left with her basket of clothes to take back to our dorms, and you made your way to the guy’s quarters. You knocked first but when no one answered you walked in; you were surprised to see Zoro napping but tiptoed around the room and placed each pile on different beds. When it came to the napping man’s pile of clothes, you moved to his portion of the wardrobe and placed them on a shelf. You nearly made it to the door when he called out your name and you turned.

“What’s up?”

“Come here,” he murmured, eyes hazy with sleep. He was on his back when you approached, and he quickly pulled you down to the bed. You fell on top of him, hands on his chest as he wrapped an arm effortlessly around your waist. His hand snaked around your neck and pulled you down, hair falling over his face. He grinned slightly and yanked you downwards for a kiss. Your body reacted in the way it always did when he touched you, and you wanted nothing more than to let him ruin you, but he kissed you hard once more and released you.

His eyes closed and then he started to snore.

You rolled your eyes and got off the bed, bringing his discarded blanket off the floor to cover him up. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, and you touched his cheek; his skin went warm and red, like he was blushing. He looked peaceful and you left him to his nap; needing something cold to drink to ease the heat of his lips on yours.

…

The kitchen smelled like baked fish and fresh bread; you sauntered toward the kitchen island and asked Sanji if he needed help. He refused but asked you to sit and keep him company, offering up a bread roll when you agreed. The roll was warm and buttery. You groaned and thanked the man, but going quiet as he worked around the stove.

“You’re awfully quiet over there. What did that idiot do to you?”

See, everyone knew.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sanji smirked, lighting a cigarette. He pointed a spatula at you and said you were a bad liar. “You can do better, by the way, but I guess I can’t say I’m blind. Everyone can see the way you two look at each other – as sick as that makes me.”

His dramatics made you smile. “I don’t even know what us is. I mean, we all know how talkative Zoro is.”

The cook laughed with a shrug, deciding you could help, and motioned for you to come help with dicing. You got up and moved around next to him, he handed you a knife and instructed you on how to dice the green onions. You worked side by side for twenty minutes while he gave you advice on how to talk to Zoro – as much as that pained him. “He’s a competitive asshole. So, work with that.”

“How so?”

Sanji watched as you plated the salmon, nodding to the door just as it swung open from the deck. Your eyes went to Luffy who barged in with a smile and Zoro who had followed him, fresh from his nap. “Here, try this.”

The cook had grabbed you by the chin, turning your head gently to him. With his other hand, he spoon fed you a taste of the desert pudding and your cheeks went red. It was delicious but Sanji’s eyes weren’t on you – they were on Zoro’s, who was glaring from the doorway. You grabbed a hold of the spoon and Sanji released you, patting you lightly on the head before announcing that dinner was ready. Unable to even look at Zoro, you wiped your mouth with a kitchen cloth and helped Sanji serve the plates. After making sure everyone had a plate, you sat in the empty spot next to Zoro. He stiffed a little as you sat but then relaxed when you asked how his nap was. He smirked and just asked if you wanted some ale. The rest of the dinner went uneventful. The food was delicious, the drinks cold, and the conversations were lively. You offered to help Sanji with the dishes, but Zoro pointed it you already helped with dinner.

“Let the lazy cook do the dishes.”

Sanji retorted back with a curse but gave you a knowing smile. You stole a peek at Zoro and noted jealously in his eyes – Sanji was right, but you weren’t sure how much you wanted to push it. Instead, you asked Zoro if he wanted to come to the library with you. “I found that book we were talking about.”

“If Mosshead doesn’t want to enjoy literature with you, I’d be happy to after the dishes. We can light some candles, drink some wine…”

You looked over to the counter, where Sanji was arranging the dishes; his eyes were smoldering and kind, you wanted to laugh at his thoughtful attempts to help you, but the way Zoro was fuming next to you – it seemed like he was enjoying torturing his crew mate.

“Do the damn dishes, idiot.” Zoro grumbled, reaching for your hand. His large fingers around your wrist were surprising. He had never touched you in front of the others and everyone, but Brooke and Franky were around now. No one really paid attention or was trying not to, as Zoro pushed back in his chair and got up. His eyes narrowed down to you, but then a softness overcame his entire face, and he asked if you were done.

All you could manage was a nod.

Then he helped you up from your chair and led you out of the kitchen, towards the library. He didn’t say a word until you were in the library and then he dropped your hand. He moved toward the wall of books and spoke with his back to you.

“If something’s going on between the cook and you, just tell me. I can take it.”

His back tensed as he waited for you to answer him.

“You’re a real idiot.”

Zoro whipped around and cursed at you. “I’m not an idiot! You’re the one flirting with that – that – Euro trash!”

“I wasn’t flirting but even if I was, why do you care?” He seized at your question. “Well, why do you care, Zoro? We’ve never defined whatever this is.”

It was clear that he was flustered and angry, eyes burning with annoyance, but you stood your ground. All you wanted was to hear it from him; you knew Zoro was a man of action over words, but you needed this. Even if he said he didn’t want you, that he could do without you – at least he would have said it. He owed you that much.

“What the hell do you want from me?”

His voice was husked, desperate for reasoning.

“I love you.”

The words came fumbling out of your mouth with a huge relief to your body. It felt great, airing out your feelings and even if he couldn’t reciprocate, at least you said it. You stood there with the moonlight dancing through the windows and could only see Zoro lost in thought. Then, seconds later, he snapped out of it.

“Don’t move,” he seethed through his teeth before storming out of the library. You stood there in disbelief and for a moment, you were afraid that he wasn’t going to come back. That he was going to walk away from you and that would be the end of it.  For a moment, you felt feign resolve; you’d get through it because you got through everything hard in your life.

Then his voice spoke from the library door and when you turned, he seemed more relaxed. He stared at you; hands crossed against his chest, cheeks a bit marooned. He looked proud and when you asked where he had gone, he smirked.

“I went to tell that cook to stay away from you.”

“You did?”

Zoro grinned, walking toward you with a bit of swagger. “I don’t need to confess anything to the rest of them or anyone, but you needed me to, so I did. I told them all that I loved you and for now on, we belong to each other.”

Your heart swayed as Zoro took your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. “Don’t play games with me. Just be straightforward, okay? If I catch anyone flirting with you again, I’m kicking their ass, got it?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you nodded. “I got it. I’m sorry.”

Zoro kissed you roughly on the lips, hand resting at the base of your neck. His kisses turned softer after a minute, and then he pulled away to hold you against him. You felt safe in his arms and relief washed over you, tears forming in your eyes. When he felt a wetness seeping through his shirt, he gently pushed you off him.

“Shit. I didn’t mean for you to cry.”

Panicked filled his voice but you just laughed, brushing away the tears; touching the side of Zoro’s face, you watched as he melted against your touch and smiled. “I’m just really happy.”

Zoro chuckled lightly, pulling you back to him.  “Come here, you little crybaby.”

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

What We Did masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  After finding out you were pregnant, Bucky agrees to help you leave the hero life. The two of you go to Seattle, and hamper down for six months until you start dreaming of a certain someone. Convinced the dreams are a sign, you and Bucky go back to New York. Will everyone be happy to see the pair of you? What questions will they have? And will the lie Bucky and you made up finally resurface?

Warnings: //cheating//pregnancy//ADULT STUFF//

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Don't Go Fallin'

eddie munson x reader, fluff

summary: eddie doesn't want you falling in love with steve harrington and for good reason.

a/n: mutual pining, steve being mr. wingman.

- request by @unbetaedimagines -

The beer cans were rolling around in the back of the van; music blasting so loud through the blown-out speakers, you were beginning to get a headache. Ignoring the pounding in your head, you snuck a peek at the driver. Eddie Munson’s fingers touched lightly at the steering wheel, drumming along to the music, you were afraid he would lose control. This was only your hundredth time riding shotgun in his car, and knew how he drove, but then he halted to a powerful stop at a light and your head snapped in his direction.

“Jesus, maybe not kill me today?”

He looked over, giving you a once over. “Don’t be so prissy.”

“Fuck you,” you mocked, reaching over to turn down the music. He protested but the light turned green, and your fingers snapped for him to get moving. “We’re going to be late, the party’s going to be mad.”

Eddie scoffed, taking his sweet time to enter the intersection. He waved a hand in the air and asked for you to pass him a smoke off his dashboard. You leaned forward and grabbed a cigarette from his pack and handed it over. He smirked, leaning in your direction so you could place the smoke in his mouth. Rolling your eyes, you placed it on his bottom lip and when his mouth shut, your face went warm.

“You gonna light it for me? Can’t take my hands off the wheels,” he explained wickedly, cigarette bopping up and down as he spoke. Saying nothing, you grabbed the lighter next to the pack of smokes; leaned over and held the burning flame to the smoke. His eyes remained on the road but for a split second, he stared at you before turning back to the window, hands tighter on the steering wheel. You watched as he moved back against his seat and continued to smoke hands free, telling you that the guys would wait.

“Can’t start without me.” He was right; he was dungeon master after all, but he didn’t have to be so smug. Or attractive. It irked you to no end, that you even found his dramatics and antics entertaining, or the way his hair was always sort of frizzy and wildly endearing. Hated that you admired the way he treated the freshmen in the party, was a bit rough around the edges but took them in under his wing. Of course, there were upsides to pining after Eddie Munson – he was a notorious flake, always late, and constantly flirting with any girl that knew how to breath. He was charming in all the wrong ways, which was in your favor; his overly charming ways hardly got him a date. And when he did manage to score a date, it never worked out. All his dates ended the same way, a call to you in the middle of the night to discuss what went wrong.

“They just aren’t right for you, it’s not a big deal, Eds.”

He would always sound relief when you encouraged that there was someone out there for him. Then his romantic woes would be forgotten and the two of you would stay up all night talking about nothing and everything until it was morning, and you had fallen asleep to his ramblings. What you didn’t know was that he always pretended to fall asleep too, finding your little snores soothing and when he eventually found his eyes growing heavy, he’d finally hang up the landline.

“I was thinking about asking Robin to join the party.”

Eddie laughed like it was a joke but stopped when he realized you weren’t messing with him. “No way band girl is going to want to join Hellfire.”

The van turned into the high school parking lot, empty because it was a Friday night, and no games were being played. You spotted the party hanging by the main entrance and noticed Steve was standing next to the lot, looking bored. Eddie spotted him too and rolled his eyes, turning off the van. He leaned back and shook his head. “No way – if Robin, by a miracle wants to join, she’s gonna drag Harrington with her. I hate that dude.”

“You don’t even know him,” you laughed, grabbing the binder off the floor. Eddie watched as you hopped out of the car and started towards the school’s entrance. A panic feeling rose in his throat, and he cursed, grabbing his smokes off the dashboard, and slamming the driver’s door, chasing after you. He jogged awkwardly to catch up, catching you by the elbow. You stopped and he stood in front of you, obstructing the view of the waiting party. Holding the DM binder against your chest, you asked what was wrong, noting the frantic look in Eddie’s eyes.

He swiped the hair from his eyes and shrugged. “I just don’t want Harrington in our party – its fine the way it is.”

“I don’t know what you have against Steve, but he’s actually a cool guy,” you explained; it was true, Steve’s standing in school had been the resident ‘popular jackass’ but after working with Robin and him at Family Video, you found out there was more to him than all that. “He’s kind of lame, but in a decent way.”

Eddie’s face dropped. “What – you have a crush on him or something?”

Having never thought about Steve in that way, you wanted to say no but Eddie’s eyes kept scanning your face for something and you smiled. “I don’t know…would it be so bad? Plus, I’m like a hundred percent sure he’s going to say no to joining the party.”

“Right,” he answered slowly, putting on a smile. He moved aside so you could continue, the two of you walking side by side until you reached the rest of the party. Dustin was bickering with Steve about a pick up time, but your co-worker quickly turned to you with a smile.

“Hey,” he walked up to you, and he started going in about a customer from hell; the two of you laughed, moving aside to continue the conversation as the rest of the gang piled into the school. Eddie lingered behind, holding the door as he watched the two of you engaged in an obvious delightful banter. His throat burned and he felt stupid, but he couldn’t move.  Steve, noticing the intense stare, turned his back to Eddie and pulled you closer.

“Oh, dude, totally has it bad,” he whispered, smiling. You moved to see, but Steve held you in place. “No, don’t look. Whatever second thoughts you had about Munson being into you, don’t bother – a guy doesn’t look at a girl like that unless he’s knee deep in infatuation.”

Taking Steve’s word for you, you asked if he wanted to join the party. His face scrunched and he shook his head, the two of you laughed before he held out a fist. “Go get him.”

Pounding your fist against his, you thanked him. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he said, patting you on the shoulder breaking away towards the parking lot but not before turning to Eddie and giving him a nod. “Have fun with your nerd game.”

You gave Steve an annoyed look, but he just shrugged, turning around, and leaving to his car. Watching for a moment, you finally turned to Eddie, who looked pale in the face. “He didn’t want to join.”

“Right,” Eddie murmured, holding the door for you. “Shall we?”

Smiling you began to walk through the entrance, but Eddie gently grabbed your arm; the callouses on his fingers felt nice against your skin, warm and rough. You turned to him and asked if he was alright, gripping the DM binder tight against your chest. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, lost in thought before he finally spoke up.

“Don’t go fallin’ for Harrington, okay?” he practically begged in a soft-hushed voice. His eyes drew from the ground to yours and his mouth formed a slight smile. “I know he drives a BMV, is rich, and all the girls love him…”

The last sentence came out mockingly and you could only laugh. “…but don’t fall in love with him.”

Your heart pounded and heat rose from your toes to the tip top of your head. “Why?”

For the first time in Eddie Munson’s life, he was quiet and afraid; afraid that his feelings would not be reciprocated and all the pinning he had been doing for you would be fruitless. That he would lose you as his best friend and that meant no more late-night calls, or the sound of your little snores in his ears that lulled him to bed. The car rides in his van and all the complaining about his driving that he never found annoying – all of that he could lose, and it scared him.

“Why, Eddie,” you repeated yourself, voice low and unstable. Stepping closer to him, the echoes of Dustin and Mike calling for the two of you down the hall, filled the silence as you waited for an answer. Eddie again seemed lost in thought, until you reached out and touched the lapel of his jean vest and he snapped back into it. His eyes went wide then relaxed and before he could really think, he reached over and slipped a hand up your neck, fingers bracing against your skin. His heart was beating a mile a minute and, God, he wanted a smoke but then he pulled you in for a kiss. His lips were warm, and he tasted like his favorite brand of cigarettes; the DM binder between your two bodies, stopped things from going further, as you kissed him back. The two of you stood there for a moment, his mouth on yours until he finally pulled away. You expected a smug Munson smile but was surprised to see an earnest look on Eddie’s face. His hand slid away from your neck, and he grabbed a hold of the binder, placing it under his arm.

He smiled then, tugging you closer by the loop of your belt. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

Body colliding against his, you laughed and used your hands to cup his face. “Yeah, me too.”

“Say it,” he demanded, fingers lifting to your face to brush a strand of hair away. His eyes stared into yours and you beamed as you confessed that you loved him. He grinned then and kissed you several times, until Dustin could be heard yelling for the party’s DM. Eddie groaned in between kisses, finally pulling away to grab a hold of your hand. His hand melted against yours as the two of you entered the building, the hallways empty as he lifted your hand to kiss it.

“I’m going to enjoy destroying that little shit,” he half-joked and you concurred, allowing him to pull you towards the theater room. When he reached the door to the room, he stopped and turned to you. His face grew serious but then he beamed. “I love you, okay?”

Nodding, you gave Eddie’s hand a subtle squeeze and smiled. “I love you too.”

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

I want to finish up this series and plan to do so.

Boundaries Masterlist

Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes

Summary: You just finished a two year long photojournalist stint overseas and decide to take a break from traveling. So you head back to your home town and lucky enough, your childhood friend Sam Wilson has a few rooms to rent out. So you head back to California and are met with a surprise, a very handsome surprise.

His name is Steve Rogers and he’s a shy guy from Brooklyn, New York. Dragged across the country by his best friend, Bucky Barnes - he hopes to start a new life after a pretty bad break up with his long time girlfriend, Sharon Carter.

Can the of four of maneuver the art of living together? Or will boundaries be crossed?

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

I’m in love with your Deadpool and wolverine series. 😊

Have any Deadpool and wolverine requests in your inbox?

I don’t! You can send one in and if I have time I can see if I can work it out!

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

hey Ivonne! how are you?☀️ I’ve been following you for a couple years now but I haven’t been as active lately. I recently remembered a multi chapter fic of yours that I was absolutely in love with and was heartbroken about it ending on the biggest cliffhanger ever hahah. I checked back about updates a couple times but I didn’t see any. It’s called “Boundaries” and it’s a Steve Rogers x plus sized reader fic and I just wondered if you’re thinking about ever continuing/finishing it? If you’re uninspired by it or just don’t feel like it that’s obviously totally fine!! I would never ever want to pressure you. The fic has been on my mind ever since reading it the first time and it just came to mind again so I thought asking wouldn’t hurt haha

I apologize if you’ve already talked about this in previous posts and I didn’t see it!!

Anyways I hope you have a lovely day/night and I wish you all the best! xo

HOPE THIS ISNT TOO LATE TO ANSWER. I love my series boundaries. I do want to finish it up because I already know how I want it to end! Please y’all I’m so sorry for slacking lol I work two jobs and I wish I had more time to write. But I’ll will be finishing up that series!

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

imagine steve waiting on you

this goes out to all my babes that love punk music

The hallway leading to your office was quiet, the echoes of Steve Roger's footsteps were quiet but pronounced. He checked his watch and smiled, you were supposed to meet him downstairs fifteen minutes ago. As he drew closer to your office, the silence had gave way to heavy, loud music. He chuckled to himself and opened the office door. As always his ears were assaulted by the sounds of lead vocalist Keith Morris of Black Flag. Of course, he had left the band citing creative differences and a self proclaimed coke habit but you had always preferred Morris's vocals over the other singers.

Why did Steve know this?

Because you were a complete music nerd and he adored getting you drunk to hear your rants over why the southern California punk movement produced some of the greatest punk bands of all time.

Anything for love.

"Your ears are going to bleed out," Steve turned down the speakers near the door and smiled over at you.

At your desk, you looked up from your computer. "Shit."

"Yup."

Steve looked handsome and put together, while you were wearing an old Bad Religion tee from your high school days. "Fuck."

Steve laughed, telling you it was fine. "I sorta lied about the reservation time, we still have an hour."

Shutting down your computer, because work can wait until tomorrow, you smiled up at your boyfriend. "You are so getting your dick sucked tonight."

He laughed, cheeks redder than a tomato. "At least let me buy you dinner..."

Moving from your desk to Steve, you melted into his arms as he kissed your forehead, then your lips. His arms wrapped around your body and you relaxed under his touch. "I can give you dessert now, if you want..."

Steve groaned but kissed you softly on the lips. "Later, baby. I know you haven't eaten much today. Let me take you out to dinner."

Nodding you kissed him once more. "Fine, I better go get changed. This dissertation is kicking me in the ass. After this is all done, I want to take a long vacation and fuck your brains out."

Again the man blushed but quickly added that California could be a good vacation spot. Your eyes immediately lit up and Steve laughed as you listed all the bands that came out of California. He helped motioned you out of the office, letting you go on and on because even though he hadn't the slightest clue what you were talking about - he loved seeing you so passionate and he had to admit, it kind of turned him on.