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itsstrange · 2 years ago

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You Are Only Human

Fandom: The Boys

Relationship: Billy Butcher x SupeReader

A/N: This was originally published on my IG like.. three months ago? And since I’m currently procrastinating on finishing requests I thought I’d leave this one for y’all 🫶 I tried adding a few things but nothing too crazy hope y’all like it! 💚

Also this is a semi-spoiler if y’all haven’t seen the latest season, but if you’ve seen it, then you’re good!

Summary: After taking Compound V as a last resort, it has not been easy on the Brute.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: (Yes-ish) Panic Attacks, Comforting, Angst, Butcher being Butcher, Butcher Struggling, Butcher Takes Com V, Small confession, Kissing.

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Enjoy 💔

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Finding Butcher standing in front of a mirror, dark eyes glaring at his own reflection, shoulders tensed, hands gripping either side of the sink with sweat visibly sliding down his neck, was nothing new. It has become an everyday thing with the Brute, and since it has becoming a regular occurrence you were able to spot the problem from a mile away. Like now for instance, you were making your way through the building, eyes scanning through the manilla folder in your hands when you heard a sound coming from the beaten up bathroom. Following the sound, your feet come to a stop by the entrance when you see the Brute hunched in front of the sink, shoulders tensed and shaking, hands gripping the sink and knowing right away he was having another episode. A panic attack.

After taking Compound V as a last resort, it has not been easy on the Brute. Constant anxiety and panic attacks, uncontrollable rage, strength, would occur on a daily. Weeks. It has been going on for weeks and only seemed to get worse, or at least that’s how the man felt. Of course he never told you this, would hate to admit the truth to you, about how he can barely breathe sometimes, the fear that is constantly hanging on his shoulders, not fear of what he can do, but of what he can do to you. He didn’t want to hurt you, would definitely avoid you if he can, but you were always there, with him, through it all, guiding him.

He didn’t understand why he kept having these episodes, why it seemed harder to control when he didn’t find it difficult when he took the temporary V, was it because it was natural? Stronger? Permanent? These were questions he didn’t have answers for. Yet, he wouldn’t be in this fucking mess, hyperventilating in front of a goddamn mirror, that he just punched the shit out of, if he’d just listen to M.M. If he’d just stop being a fucking cunt. For once. He wouldn’t be feeling this burning feeling in his veins, the rapid heartbeat in his chest, the urge to just let go, he should’ve stopped. He should’ve Fucking stopped.

“Butcher..Control it,” You tell him with a firm tone, causing a shuddering exhale to leave the man’s mouth,

His orange beams continue to look at you through the shattered mirror, until he shuts his eyes tightly and lets his head hang low as he tries to breathe in and out. But each time he tried inhaling through his nose, just like you had taught him, he’d feel it getting caught in his throat, making the heaviness in chest stronger, making everything around him close in. Fuck. He definitely does not miss this, last time he had a panic attack this severe was when he came back home from the military, he was a total mess, but just like you, he had Becca at the time.

The sound of the sink cracking against his hands can be heard as his grip only tightens, he really couldn’t fucking breathe, it was getting harder by the minute, his eyelids were burning from the urge to just let go, and the anger that was becoming stronger was not helping.

“Butcher,” You try again as you take a step closer to him, but that only made his attack worse,

“Leave,” He harshly spits out, still trying to intake deep breaths, even if it sounds as if he gasping for air,

“Fight it,” You ignore him as you continue to push him, to try and get him to take control, he’s done it before, multiple times, he just needs to find his way to the wheel again,

“Fucking leave, (Y/n),” Please! He mentally begs you as he shakes his head,not wanting you to be next to him at the moment, fearing he was finally going to lose control and actually hurt you,

But you didn’t. You were still there, firmly demanding him to breathe, to grab ahold of the wheel, and that he was not alone. You made sure he knew he was not alone. You, out of anyone else knew what he was going through, you once were new with your abilities as well. Learning how to use and control them for the first time was definitely difficult, it was a challenge to keep them hidden, especially at school, not being able to use them against your bully to show them your not one to fuck with was definitely hard. Especially when you too struggled with anger, it only made it harder to control, but eventually, you learned to control it.

Standing right next to him you can see the way the sink begins to crack against his grip, hair damped with sweat, shoulders tensed and shaking as he tries to gather his breathing. It hurt you, just like any other day, to see him this way. It hurt to see him so vulnerable, insecure, scared, instead of his ruthless, brutal self. But, it just showed just how human he still was.

“I’m not going anywhere,” You tell him, finally meeting those bright, orange beam eyes of his, they glowed brightly at you as if to intimidate you, but all you saw was fear, all you saw was Butcher,

“Please. Get out,” Butcher finally begs you, glowing eyes pleading at you, hands tightening their grip on the sink when he only feels the heaviness getting stronger in his chest,

He exhales with a shake of his head, eyes shutting tightly to get them to stop, but the moment he lets his head dangle he feels warm, slim fingers finding their way underneath his jaw, forcing his head back up. Causing his eyes to open, which were still glowing brightly.

“Look at me,” Is all you tell him before inhaling deeply through your nose and slowly letting it back out through your mouth,

He continues to stare at you, glowing eyes averting from your mouth to your eyes, “We’ve done this before.. we can do it again,”

At your words, your other free hand settles softly onto his. Fingers slowly easing his grip on the sink then holding his hand the moment he finally lets go. The whole time you slowly tried prying his grip away, you kept eye contact with him as you continued doing breathing exercises with him. Before he even knew it, his whole body was now turned towards you, both hands holding your own as he leaned against the near shattered sink. In a matter of minutes, his orange beams slowly began fading away, being replaced by those familiar beautiful hazel orbs of his that remained holding eye contact with you.

You slowly nod your head at him, “That’s it. Breathe,”

And he does just that. Breathing with you, holding your hand, hazel eyes staring directly at you, not once looking away. Even after his breathing and heart rate had settled down, he still remained leaning against the sink, hands holding on to your own. You knew he would soon lock himself out, it was only matter of time before he pushed you away from embarrassment just like he usually would after composing himself, but before he can even avert your eyes, you let your hand settle on his bearded cheek, forcing his eyes to lock onto yours. Gently brushing away a tear stain with your thumb from his skin, you tell him the words that you think he should know.

“You’re only human, Butcher,” Your (E/c) eyes hold contact with his hazel ones as you continue, “Having panic attacks and fear doesn’t make you weak… it just means you’re still human,”

You give him a small sincere, warm, comforting smile as you gently tap his cheek with your thumb. However, as you dropped your hand from his cheek and began walking away to give him the space he wants, a firm hand is grasping onto your wrist, stopping you from taking a another step. The sudden action has you looking up at him, watching the way his hazel orbs are staring at you with an unreadable look.

Butcher continues to stare at you in silence, firm fingers still curled around your wrist, then with a small voice he says, “Why the fuck do yer stay?”

Wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say, but it was definitely what he kept asking himself. Why did you stay? Why would you waste your breath on him? He’s hurt you and the rest of the boys countless times, and yet, you’re still here. With him. He’s done nothing but bring you pain, he didn’t deserve your help. He didn’t deserve you.

“Because I know what you’re going through… and you shouldn’t be going through it alone,” You tell him, gazes not once parting from each other,

Something in his eyes switch, turning firmer as he lowers his head, voice slightly gruff with his next words, “I’m not worth it,”

A small smile tugs on your lips, the same smile you always give him when you know something he doesn’t, and that honestly frustrates him the fuck out. But it was your next words that make his blood freeze.

“You are to me,” He remains staring at you with a dumbfounded look, his grip on your wrist slightly loosening, but before he can even think of anything to say back you beat him to it, “I’ll go make you a tea,”

At your words you easily slip your wrist from his hold and walk out the room without another word, without hesitation. He didn’t know it but you too were close to having a panic attack yourself, you had just revealed your feelings for him without meaning to. It just came out smoothly and now you had to get away from him before he can say anything, before he can reject you.

He watched your frame disappear, mind replaying your words, heart sinking and floating back up to his chest as he weights your words. Then, before he even knows it he’s pushing himself off the sink and storming his way towards the little lunch area in the building where you had your back facing him as you leaned your hands against the counter.

As you were waiting for the kettle, mentally cursing at yourself for even saying what you did a couple minutes ago, you didn’t hear the way Butcher stomped his way to you until you’re being turned around by strong hands. The sudden movement makes a small noise to leave from your throat, but was quickly muffled when a pair of lips land on yours, turning it into a choked moan. Your eyes grew wide for a moment as your mind tried comprehending what is happening, but when it finally registered realize it was Butcher’s lips who were nervously molding with yours, you immediately reacted back. Fingers finding their way to his long locks at the base of his neck as you deepen the kiss. A breath of relief fans against your skin, feeling the way Butcher only holds you tighter against his chest, hands firmly holding you from your back as he too deepens the kiss.

You two remained that way, savoring and holding each other for what seemed like an hour, but in reality it was only 10 minutes.

However, the sound of voices coming from the entrance, halts both your movements, then before you know it Butcher lifts you off the ground, causing your legs to automatically wrap around his torso as he leads you both away from the miniature kitchen. How did he manage to sneak past the gang without getting noticed? You had no idea and could careless about it, only thing you did cared about was the man in your arms, and nothing else.

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Tag List: @tiannamortis @lmarina2000 @would-die-for-bucky-barnes @strangesgirl @disneyoncerlover815

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-Hope y’all enjoyed this one! I’ll definitely try and finish the request as soon as I can!

-So make sure to Turn On Post Notifications!!🔔 To not miss out on the next publication!! Love Ya!!

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#billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x ofc #billy butcher x y/n #billy butcher x you #the boys #the boys imagine #the boys tv #Billy butcher x SupeReader #karl urban #karl urban x reader #karl urban x ofc

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fantazulio · 1 year ago

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i haven’t made a proper toh text post in a while but i was going off about this on discord and twitter so now i am bringing it here:

What the hell happened with Luz’s cape?

Just like. everything involving it. It was heavily underused in the series (Luz herself only wore it in four episodes, three of them being in Season 2A) despite its importance as a representation of Luz’s connection to Eda (and in my opinion, the demon realm as a whole), and was later passed down to King, only for it to inexplicably disappear anyways.

So under the cut, I’m gonna provide a detailed history of the cape and every instance in which it was used, to try and make any sense of what happened to it.

Starting with Agony of a Witch, Eda is first seen preparing witch’s wool to knit a cloak out of. According to her, it “repels powerful spells”, so it apparently has actual function aside from looking cool as shit. Luz wants the cloak, but Eda insists that she herself needs it to ward off the increased attacks from the Emperor’s Coven. However, later thinking of Luz’s kindness and devotion to her wellness, Eda decides to make the cloak for Luz instead, as a gift.

Next is Young Blood Old Souls, where Eda is currently captured. Finding the finished cape (I’m gonna call it a cape from now on), Luz is inspired by Eda’s gift and their bond to go on a rescue mission to get Eda back. This is the first episode where Luz herself wears the cape, but it’s also this episode where there’s a noticable flaw; the cape just looks cool.

We skip to Lilith and King getting captured and the “fight” between Luz and Belos, and he opens by teleporting behind Luz and flinging her against the wall with magic of his own. The cape seemingly does nothing to hinder this.

Here, you could probably chalk it up to Belos’ red magic being artificial (since he’s a human and all), which is why it was able to pierce through the cape that was made to counter magic. Fine. So Luz rescues Eda, King, and Lilith and that wraps up Season 1.

Fast forward to Echoes of the Past, the third episode of Season 2 and the first one of the season in which Luz wears the cape. She goes to King’s old island along with Lilith and Hooty to find out about King’s past and stuff. The biggest threat of danger they face there is Jean-Luc, who attacks not with magic, but with polymorphism by shifting into various shapes to attack. No magic involved means no chance for the cape to do its thing.

Fast forward again to our next episode, Hunting Palismans (or Palismen, whatever). In this one, Luz goes out at night in her cape and pajamas with Flapjack and later gets scooped up by Hunter along with the rest of the palismen. Once again, the wonkass red magic that Hunter also uses pierces through Luz's cape. The later fight with Kikimora (who uses actual magic) doesn't count, as Luz had put her cape away.

Fast forward yet again to our next episode: Yesterday's Lie, the last episode of Season 2A and the very last episode that features Luz wearing the cape. In this one, Luz is in no inherent danger, as she spends almost the entire episode in the Realm of Inbetween while Vee and Camila must contend with Jacob’s nonsense. Sometime during Luz’s final conversation with Camila before being pulled back, though, the cape itself gets stained and torn with several holes in it.

And such is the last time we see Luz wear the Witch’s Wool cape. It had a good run of four episodes spaced out from eachother, but you may be wondering, “What happened after this?” That is where things get… ehhhhhh.

The next appearance of the cape is about halfway through Season 2B, in Hollow Mind. Near the beginning of the episode, Luz, Eda, and King go out to the Night Market to buy some Witch’s Wool to repair the cape. Unfortunately, Prim the shopkeeper closed up to join the Oracle Coven. Oopsie poopsie.

That’s all we see from the cape this episode. Which brings us to the very last episode that the cape appears in, in the strangest situation possible: Clouds on the Horizon.

In their last moments all together for a long time, it is shown that Eda fixed up the cape herself by shortening the cape to remove the torn bits. It’s also here where the cape goes to its final owner: King. Everything looks spelled out clearly; the cape is now too short for Luz to wear ( D: ), so it goes to King. Simple right? Surely it will come up later as a plot point. King will at least be shown wearing it throughout the episode, right?

Wrong.

Not even a minute after King is given the cape, it completely, inexplicably disappears during the commercial break. When we cut to Luz, King, and Katya descending into the forest, the cape is literally nowhere to be seen. Actual video proof.

And this is the last time we ever see the cape. No seriously, it never shows up again. Not with King during his stay with the Collector. Not with Eda as she hides out with Lilith in the Archive House up in the sky. Not even four years later, when Luz is seen packing up her closest belongings as she prepares to attend the University of Wild Magic, does it even make a cameo.

I think this might be the owl house equivalent of Araki Forgot Syndrome. How the hell does one introduce a physical attribute of Luz's character that represent not only her ties to the Demon Realm, but her bond with Eda, the witch who guided her through this new world, only to severely underuse it, show nothing of its function, write it off as broken, and then have it disappear from existence. We had a good thing. We had a badass cape, it had meaning, we had everything we needed and it all ran like clockwork.

And it was hyped up, too. The original poster for Season 2 of the show had Luz front and center wearing the cape, and it was even included in the brand new animation provided for the same season's opening sequence.

Alas, the show has been over for a long time now, so there's not a lot that can happen now. We can only hope that in some post-canon spinoff/continuation or another Reddit AMA the whereabouts of this marvelous piece of fabric are addressed, because I will continue to rag about this at any given chance. Be thankful that I don't use the rest of this post to rag about what happened to any part of Luz's original outfit to begin with.

#disney tva #disney #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #consider this a eulogy to luz's cape #the coolest addition to her character design that never scored #or was given the chance to score #the inclusion of luz's cape is another one of the many reasons why i consider season 2a to be the overall peak of the show

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the-elric-brothers · 4 months ago

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Mod Post And Rules

The general idea of this blog is that I’ll roleplay the Elric brothers from Fullmetal Alchemist! If Edward types something, it’ll be in red. For Alphonse, it’s blue.

Here’s how it works. Before you type your question or message in the ask box, first tell me where in which series you are if you haven’t finished it, like this:

(Brotherhood, episode 46)

Hey, Alphonse! [ask continued here]

Another example:

(fma ‘03, episode 37)

one thing i’ve always wanted to know, Ed, is… [ask continues]

I’ll make sure to go back and review that episode so that I don’t say anything to spoil what lies ahead for you. Make sure to enter the last episode you watched, not the one you’ll watch next. If you don’t enter anything in parentheses, I’ll assume you’ve seen all of it and you may receive spoilers. If you don’t include series specifications, I’ll assume it’s Brotherhood. For full length film asks, just type the name of the film. Please note that the Conquerers of Shamballa film is a sequel of sorts to ‘03, so if you ask for that film’s timeline, I’m going to assume you’ve seen ‘03 in it’s entirety. I can’t write for it otherwise.

If you want, like I did in the examples, you can specify who you want to respond to you, or who the question is directed at. If you don’t want to, that’s fine! Your response will still come from a brother, you just won’t know which one. :)

Rules and tags below the cut! <3

Here’s all of the FMA content I’ve engaged with and will write for:

• Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)

• Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood (2009)

• Fullmetal Alchemist: Conquerers of Shamballa (2005)

• All three Fullmetal Alchemist live action films

Media I have not engaged with yet or cannot write for, for other reasons:

• The FMA manga

• The special episodes or shorts

• Fullmetal Alchemist: The Sacred Star Of Milos (2011)

Blog and ask rules/notes:

• SFW asks and interaction only - violence is fine though, of course. The world of FMA is basically built around violence.

• I’ve given instructions and tags so that you can avoid spoilers, so I can’t take responsibility or hate for spoiling things.

• It’s hard for me to read text with typing quirks and baby talk, so I ask that you please don’t use those. I’m very sorry.

• You may send in asks as another canonical character, but not the brothers. Please remember to keep these in line with the SFW rule as you would any other ask.

Tagging system:

#fma - FMA ‘03 series asks

#fmab - FMA Brotherhood asks

#fma cos - Conquerers of Shamballa asks

#fma live 1 - FMA first live action film asks*

#fma live 2 - FMA second live action film asks*

#fma live 3 - FMA third live action film asks*

#from edward - asks answered by Edward

#from alphonse - asks answered by Alphonse

#from mod - anything from me, not in roleplay character

#fanfiction - any fanfiction about FMA, either from me or someone else

*please note that the live action films build on each other, so asks placed in the second film will contain spoilers for the first film as well, and same with the third film: spoilers for all three films. There’s really no way to avoid this. The only reason they’re tagged separately is so that if you haven’t seen one of the films, you can avoid that film’s tag and view the one(s) before it.

#from mod #intro post #introduction

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wandering-words · 1 year ago

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Nine People Tag

Tagged by @andipxndy-writes! Thank you, I also don’t frequently get tagged in things and this was fun

Last song: When Emma Falls in Love by Taylor Swift. I’m not super into her music but I listened to the vault songs out of curiosity and this one hasn’t left my head. (It’s also really good!)

Last movie: Ratatouille. I’ve been doing a big animated Disney movie rewatch and that was next on the queue. (And it’s my favorite movie in general.)

Currently watching: Queen Charlotte. I’ve seen three episodes over a period of like three weeks lol so I still have to finish it

Currently craving: a good salad, like a caprese or something

Last thing I searched (for writing): the Abbott Elementary wiki. It has the transcripts of every episode and it makes it way easier to remember certain plot points so that my fics are truly canon compliant. I haven’t made any more interesting google searches in a while actually

Tagging: @spacexcowboy, @m1ll1e-indahouz, @babyhellboy, @lift-heavy-be-gay, @kasadora, @cdyssey, @ttomlinsonsgf, @beauty-in-the-brkdwn, @kayenine

If you all haven’t been tagged yet/are interested <3

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rainyraisin · 9 months ago

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Very quick doodle I did of Kousei and Kaori whilst watching Your Lie In April earlier because they destroy me 💖💖💖

I finished my rewatch a bit ago because I’m going to go see the musical version in a few days and jesus fucking christ- I haven’t rewatched it since they took it off British Netflix and I forgot how much the last three episodes eradicated me, I was sobbing from the start of episode 20 till the end of episode 22-

If you haven’t seen YLIA yet PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WATCH IT PLEASE it’s so fucking gorgeous I adore it

#your lie in april #ylia #kaori miyazono #kousei arima #my art

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tendergore · 2 years ago

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9 people you want to get to know better

tagged by: @titsgraham my pfp twin 😈

1. Three Ships: Louis/Harry (1D), Stiles/Derek (Teen Wolf), Will/Hannibal (Hannibal). In my heart of hearts these are my top 3 but just in case i went to check my bookmarks on ao3 and i was right lmfao

2. First ever ship: Klaine 😭 (Kurt/Blaine on Glee) since 2010 baby. and that’s how long i’ve been on this hellsite goodbye

3. Last song: betty - Taylor Swift (not my favorite but i was listening to folklore)

4. Last movie: Call Me By Your Name 🫣

5. Currently reading: book: Just finished Exit, Pursued by a Bear by EK Johnston and am now reading… Call Me By Your Name. Lol.

fanfic: Electricity in the Contact by ladyblahblah on ao3, a Sterek fic I’m rereading. No, I haven’t seen the Teen Wolf movie, don’t know if I will lol.

6. Currently watching: You season 1 (rewatch), Hannibal season 2 (rewatch), The Last of Us

(I’ve never actually finished Hannibal I’ve only ever gotten a few episodes into s3 but i intend to finish this time 🫡)

I actually pretty much have never finished any show i’ve dedicated my blog and life to because things ending is associated with some kind of trauma i haven’t figure out yet :)! Didn’t finish glee, teen wolf, supernatural, hannibal, etc. But i’m working through it and trying to finish everything :)

7. Currently consuming: A piece of chocolate taffy, my stomach is fucked bc of anxiety today

8. Currently craving: prev 😌 shdhhdjf uhhh idk a gf 🙃

Tagging: @adhdcoolatta @youmakemestrong @fjorrd @weshouldnevermeet @targaryen-firesong @itskendallroycoded @blushingpizza @lovelyachieve @andiwillholdon

if you’ve already done it feel free not to! also feel free not to in general <3

#tagged #tagging ppl in things makes me nervous lol #this was fun though! ty for tagging titsgraham #um.txt

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frostluvrs · 2 years ago

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TAG 9 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

I was tagged by @charthanry tyy i love doing this type of stuff.

THREE SHIPS

i’m just going to put three ships i’m really loving right now and then three ships i consider my top three of all time (which is so hard to just pick three, but i’ll try).

top 3 that i’m enjoying right now:

peeta and katniss from the hunger games

tinn and gun from my school president

claire and cam from the clique series (this one is so random but they were one of my childhood ships and i’m rereading the clique series so i’m remembering how much my childhood self loved them 😭😭)

top 3 of all time:

lois and clark from smallvile

ricky and gina from hsmtmts

stiles and lydia from teen wolf

i missed so many that i love but i’m adding rory and jess and lwj and wxx from the untamed and and all the other depictions as runner ups bc i was struggling between stydia literati and wangxian to put for number 3

FIRST SHIP

i can’t remember my first real ship but i’m just gonna name ones that i remember wanting together so bad when i was younger (i’m going with ages 7-12) from the shows i watched or books i read

sam and freddie from icarly

rikki and zane/cleo and lewis from h20

claire and cam from the clique

mason and alex from wizards of waverly place

lois and clark from smallville

piper and leo/phoebe and cole from charmed

quinn and logan from zoey 101

luke and lorelai/jess and rory from gilmore girls

miley and jake from hannah montana (ik jesse is the better option now, but i loved jake and miley so bad when i was younger)

stiles and lydia from teen wolf

matty and jenna from awkward

jake and addie from unfabulous

eli and clare from degrassi

LAST SONG

i’m listening to alien blues by vundabar right now as i type this but i also have a playlist (that i’m not done adding songs too i’m just adding them as i listen to music and think it fits) that i’m listening to right now called “a very specific vibe i can’t explain” and the songs on there are:

washing machine heart by mitski

cigarettes out the window by tv girl

steve’s first bruise by briston maroney

jealous by eyesdress

alien blues by vundabar

LAST MOVIE

the last movie i watched was the hunger games: mockingjay - part 2. it was the first time i watched it which i know is surprising, but for some reason in my 22 years of life i’ve only seen the first one. and i never read the books- i have no idea why but i watched all the movies and i loved them.

CURRENTLY READING

right now i’m reading the clique: best friends for never. for some reason i really had the urge to reread the series so i’ve been doing it and hopefully i finish it. there’s like 13 books or something like that but they’re relatively short and they’re literally for middle schoolers so it’s not that hard to read (not hard at all actually). i’m still finding them as entertaining as i did when i was younger (definitely less but still entertaining) but i keep thinking about how much this series probably affected my insecurities. i can’t believe middle schoolers were reading this (me included) 😭😭. also massie is literally a lesbian and in love with clare

CURRENTLY WATCHING

there’s a lot of shows that i’ve either put on hiatus or i watch sometimes but i’m not even gonna bother listing them. shows i am literally keeping up with at this moment are:

the last of us (aka the show where it’s just me sobbing every week)

abbott elementary

gap the series (technically it’s over but i haven’t watched the last episode yet)

never let me go

my school president

moonlight chicken

also i’m rewatching hsmtmts with a reactor on patreon

i don’t know if it counts but since i’m watching it on patreon instead of just listening on spotify - back to the barre which is a dance moms podcast by christi and kelly who were two of the moms on the show

CURRENTLY CONSUMING

nothing right now but i’m probably going to eat my leftover mcdonald’s fries and apples with caramel. and maybe coffee and water.

CURRENTLY CRAVING

my leftover mcdonald’s fries 😭😭

ONWARD TAGS

i’ll tag @isakmikhailoflorenzi and anyone who sees this and wants to do it

#i know i never tag people in these when it says to but i get anxiety at the thought of doing it 😭😭#only tagging my twitter mutual bc i feel comfortable enough bc i talk to my twitter mutuals HDJDJDJ #b speaks

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animeangelriku · 2 years ago

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Tag Game

Thank you to the lovely @ack-emma for tagging me!

Three ships: Ineffable husbands, Puzzleshipping, and Patrochilles!

Last song: John Legend’s All of Me.

Last movie: Puss in Boots: The Last Wish.

Currently reading: They Both Die at the End, by Adam Silvera (it says currently, but it’s really the last book I started, and it was around November last year. Haven’t finished it yet!)

Currently watching: Uhhhh, the last thing I watched was an episode of Supernanny on YouTube, but I mostly just watch videos or series I’ve already seen. Don’t really have the mental energy for anything new!

Currently consuming: A baked potato.

Currently craving: Spicy candy and a soda.

You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m tagging @sodiumazideandothertoxins, @charlottemadison42, @miss-minnelli and anyone else who’d like to do this!

#tag you're it #tagged you're it

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cartoonbabbles · 2 years ago

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Hold on. You might be on to something. Let me explain.

In one of the new promos, we saw footage of Grimlock we haven’t seen before. Thus far we’ve only seen him in the fighting ring and the sillouette of his robot mode, but the new promo had him transform from Dino to Robot, with the important part of him being in the forest, and the more important part being of him speaking. Neither of which have been shown yet. (It was one of those “bot/alt mode promos. I tried digging it up but couldn’t find it unfortunately)

BUT. I have heard Season 1 had an order of 26 episodes, meaning we haven’t seen the last of them yet! That means ~6 episodes to finish things out, which should be enough time to answer a lot of questions. That being established within this crack theory

What Grimlock said in the promo really stuck with me. It was something along the lines “your alt mode is an expression of yourself” similar to Tarantulas, but the voice wasn’t that of Tarantulas. Definitely 100% not. And so I’m wondering. Who could be be saying this to? The only Terran who hasn’t found an alt mode yet is Jawbreaker, which is a large part of his arc as a character. Now why do I think you may be correct in thinking his alt mode would be a dinosaur? Several things come to mind.

One. Grimlock is def an older transformer at this point, and Jawbreaker’s been looking for advice from his seniors to figure himself out. That could easily inspire Jawbreaker to choose a Dinosaur alt because…

Two! Each of the Terran’s alt modes reflect a part of Transformer history. Twitch is aerial transformers, Thrash is a ground vehicle. Hashtag reflects the military/fighting/disguise aspect of the series, while Nightshade took the form of a beast. It would make sense to have a dinosaur on the team to reflect the significance of the Dinobots.

Three! Look at Jawbreaker’s design. Actually, look at all of the Maltobots’ designs when they’re protoforms! Twitch, Thrash, and Hashtag all had the motif of Cybertronians who use vehicle alt-modes. They have the helmets and face shape similar to those who do. Nightshade’s head was obviously inspired by an animal, but Jawbreaker? His is the most blatant, being that he has to stay without and alt-mode for most of the season, he has to read as something other than a blank slate. Look at his chest. If you look at the shapes, you can see eyes and teeth!

Think about that mouth on the chest! Perfect for teeth. And we know not all the glowy parts on the Terrans are extraneous since Twitch and Thrash’s incorporated into their robot forms as well.

Four! I feel like that narrative wise, Jawbreaker is going to choose an alt-mode soon. It’s the end of the season, the third act, and what better way to shake things up than giving Jawbreaker his own alt-mode! It would fit well within the drama OR downtime of the story, and help make Grimlock’s appearance more relevant, as so eloquently pointed out by @blueskyscribe’s post in the topic.

So in conclusion, Jawbreaker is GOING to get an alt-mode soon, and I’m 96 percent sure it’s gonna be a Dino like you said!

Fun fact! My acrocanthrosaurus Jawbreaker thing is self acknowledged as super extra duper amounts of mathematically improbable. It's just for fun dramatics and not serious in the slightest.

#tfe jawbreaker #transformers #transformers earthspark #tfe spoilers #tfe #Earthspark #jawbreaker #Malto family

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sacredsorceress · 4 years ago

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Cake || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: you and your boyfriend bucky barnes head down to the wilson residence for a barbecue. sam’s nephews adore the both of you and as you watch bucky play with the kids you’re ready to tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant

a/n: gif credit- @davidsfincher ; i will never get over this scene. reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.7k

warnings: pure fluff based on episode six, mentions of pregnancy

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“I say we get the vanilla one.”

Standing besides you in the supermarket aisle with his arms crossed, your boyfriend turned to look at you with disgust written all over his face.

“Vanilla?” Bucky said, shaking his head. “Are you kidding, Y/n? All kids like chocolate.”

As he was speaking, Bucky reached out to pull one of the chocolate cakes off of the shelf it was sitting on, but you swat his hand away.

“Oh yea?” You asked. “And what makes you the expert on what kids like?”

Uncrossing his arms, he waved his hand in your face.

“Metal arm.” He said. “Also don’t pretend like Sam’s nephews didn't love me last time we were there.”

You couldn't argue with that. The last time the two of you had been to the Wilson residence in between missions, Sam’s nephews absolutely adored the super soldier. They couldn't get enough of the one hundred and six year-old man with the vibranium arm and the fun they had messing with him.

You had just as much joy watching the interactions between the three of them. You couldn’t help but entertain the idea of starting a family of your own with Bucky.

The two of you had been dating for years- not including the five year blip the two of you had been snapped from existence in- and had often discussed the idea of getting married and having children in the future. You didn’t think you would be ready yet, but as you watched children be in absolute awe of your boyfriend, you felt as though the pieces began to fell into place.

And funnily enough- they did.

You had been feeling sick and exhausted for the past few weeks, but you figured it was on account of the missions you had been going on with Sam and Bucky. When the symptoms continued while you stayed at the Wilson’s home for the weekend while Bucky helped Sam fix the boat- you had taken pregnancy test.

It was positive.

Although you knew that you and Bucky could handle it, you were still in absolute shock realizing that you were going to be starting a family- you were going to be responsible for more than just making sure you and your friends didn’t get killed fighting bad guys- you were going to be a parent.

The only person who knew was Sam’s sister, Sarah. She was the only one inside the house when you had taken the test and when she had heard you pacing around the bathroom, hyperventilating, she opened the unlocked door and immediately saw the pregnancy test in your hands. You had sworn her to secrecy, making sure she didn’t tell your boyfriend or her brother, promising her that you would tell them when the time was right... but with the mission in New York City coming immediately after your stay, you hadn't found the right opportunity to tell Bucky yet.

However, you told yourself that you finally would tonight... after attending the barbecue.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “I can’t argue with that. They did love you, but that doesn’t mean you know anything about cake.”

Reaching his hand out for the chocolate cake again he scoffed. “I’m not taking advice from someone who wants to bring a vanilla cake to a party-”

You swat his hand again. “We’re not getting the chocolate.”

“Yes,” He insisted, inching his face closer to yours. “We are.”

“No. We’re not.”

“Can I help you guys with anything?” You heard a worker ask from behind you.

Backing away from your boyfriend you smiled, shaking your head.

“No, we’re fine. Thank you.”

As you watched the worker nod before walking down the aisle, you turned back to your boyfriend.

“Okay fine.” You said. “We’ll compromise. Ice cream cake?”

You watched as Bucky’s eyes widened. “Wait! There’s ice cream cake?”

Twenty minutes later you and Bucky had arrived at the barbecue, your boyfriend taking the cake out of your hands as he stepped out of the car.

As you made your way around the front of the vehicle you watched as Sam’s nephews bombarded Bucky, play fighting with him as he faked attacking them back, making sure to dodge their fists from knocking over the cake in his hands.

You couldn’t deny the way the sight made your heart fill so much you swore it could’ve exploded right in your chest.

As you watched the scene unfold, hearing the laughter erupting from the children around him while he faked getting hurt, you heard Sarah come up behind you.

“You know,” She said, crossing her arms and standing beside you. “You almost scared me to death watching you on the news.”

Glancing at her beside you, you shrugged. “I was fine.” You said. “That wasn’t the first fight I’ve been in.”

“I just can’t believe they let you go.” She said.

“What? What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” She laughed. “I can’t believe they would let you go do something so dangerous like that knowing you’re-”

Before she could finish her sentence you swat at her arm, rapidly shaking your head, checking around you to make sure no one was listening to your conversation or had heard what she had just said.

“I didn’t tell them yet.” You told her in a hushed voice.

“What?” She asked. “Why not?”

“I couldn’t tell them. If I did they would have never let me go- especially Bucky- but I couldn’t let them go in by themselves like that. You’ve seen the Flag Smashers, Sarah.”

“How long are you going to keep this a secret?” She asked.

“I was going to tell him today.” You told her. “We just needed to sort out the Flag Smashers before I could even think about telling him I’m pregnant-”

“You’re pregnant?”

At the sound of Sam’s voice, you and his sister immediately spun around to be met with Sam standing behind you, only a foot away.

You watched as his mouth dropped and his eyes grew wide and you felt your heart began to race in your chest, knowing that you had just exposed your secret to Sam- you and Bucky’s shared best friend.

“Sam...” You said.

“I-” He stumbled over his words, trying to piece the information together. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, but you can’t tell Bucky.” You pleaded, gripping his bicep. “I haven’t told him yet.”

“What?” He exclaimed looking between you and his sister. “How long have you known? Why haven’t you told him yet?”

Playing with one of the rings on your fingers, made anxious by the conversation, you focused your gaze on the water behind him, not able to meet his eyes.

“I found out last time I was here.” You said. “So I found out like a week ago. You can't blame me though, Sam, if I told him he would of never let me go help you guys in New York.”

“Yeah!” Sam nodded. “Neither would I. You could of died!”

“But I didn’t!” You said. “Just don’t tell him okay, Sam? I’m going to tell him tonight.”

Before anymore could be said, you heard the sound of your name being called by Sam’s nephews and spun around to find them running in your direction.

“Hey guys!” You laughed, a smile reaching your face once again.

Watching them run towards you, you knew what they wanted before they even had to ask. Stretching out your arms, you moved your hands in the direction of each of the boys, using your powers to lift them a maximum of three feet above the ground- not wanting to upset their mother. You smiled as you watched the boys laugh about how “awesome” it was in awe as they looked down at the ground three feet below them.

You felt Sam’s hand land on your shoulder.

“I’m happy for you, Y/n.” You heard Sam say, leaning in closer so no one outside of your current group could hear him. “You both are going to be great parents. Just tell him soon, okay?”

He pat your shoulder one last time before walking past you and his nephews you were still currently floating midair.

“How come when I ask you guys if you want to fly you say no?” Sam asked.

“She’s using magic!” Cass exclaimed.

“Yeah, Uncle Sam.” AJ agreed. “That’s way cooler.”

Sam threw his hands up in the air, walking in the opposite direction and as he did you lowered the boys to the ground, much to their disappoint. When they scurried off in the direction of their uncle, your eyes met Bucky’s staring at you, smiling from across the way of where you had just been levitating Sam’s nephews.

“Look at you!” He said, smiling, reaching out his arms for you.

“Me?” You laughed. “You just had a whole choreographed fight scene with the boys. You’re like their cool uncle.”

You watched as your boyfriend pulled off his sunglasses and smiled at you, resting his vibranium hand on your waist.

“Only if you’re their cool aunt.”

You smiled. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Afterwards the two of you went to eat and spent the remainder of the meal sharing a table with Sam, his sister and his nephews. Despite the dangerous mission the three of you had been dealing with the past week, the table was full of laughter and joy that you were happy to welcome in.

Even when the cake that you had brought was sliced, you and Bucky smiled at each other from across the table when the boys scoffed down their slice of ice cream cake that contained both vanilla and chocolate- your compromise having worked in the end for the better. At times you even used your abilities to pull the fork out of your boyfriend’s hand just as he was about to bite down on a slice of cake, hearing the boy’s laugh as they watched the super soldier roll his eyes at you.

“Ha ha.” Bucky would say. “Very funny... what is that? Three times now? Really, Y/n?”

But he knew you would continue to do it as long as you continued to hear the sounds of awes coming out of the boys’ mouths and he couldn’t fault you for that. Instead sneaking you a smile when you brought the fork back into his grasp.

At the end of the evening when everyone had began to make their way home, the sun setting over the horizon, you helped tidy up with the Wilson siblings. When the tables were all wiped clean, you brushed your hands off on your bottoms, watching as Bucky sat on the edge of the dock, the golden hue of the sunset setting on his features.

Glancing over your shoulder as Sarah ushered her children back home, you saw Sam throw you a thumbs up. When your eyes met his you smiled, mouthing a “thank you” before he turned in the direction of his sister, following her path back home.

Sighing to yourself you turned back to your boyfriend.

You were going to tell him. You were going to finally tell him you were pregnant.

You took one last deep breath, taking in the last moment before Bucky and your’s life changed forever.

Making your way towards your boyfriend you kneeled behind him, your chest meeting his back as you wrapped your arms around his chest.

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hi doll.” He hummed, moving his hands to hold yours that were resting against his chest.

“Had a nice day?” You asked, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his cheek.

You felt as his chest rumbled when he chuckled, staring out over the water while the sun continued to set, its reflection turning the water gold.

“Yeah.” He said. “I wish it could be like that every day, you know?”

You knew what he meant. You understood that he was talking about the peace, the joy, the laughter- the normalcy. You understood that he was talking about how your lives were so hectic and always would be due to the hand you had been dealt with super human abilities. You could never have a normal life, but you also understood that it was more than just never having to fight or go on a mission again- it was the feeling of family, of caring and of love.

“I know it can’t be like that every day.” You said. “But would you... would you settle for most days?”

You felt his hands squeeze yours a bit more, tilting his head back to get a better look at you.

“What are you talking about?”

“Would you settle for most days, Buck?” You asked again. “Would it all be worth it even if you still had to fight?”

He answered in a heartbeat.

“Of course it would.” Bucky said. “I’d fight for one day of this.”

You unwrapped your arms from around his chest, moving to kneel besides him on the dock so he could face you. Knowing what you were about to say, you took in the moment, breathing in the fresh air and memorizing the way his face looked in the golden hour.

“I’m pregnant.”

You watched as his face dropped and you were almost worried until a wide smile reached across his face.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked, so in disbelief he sounded as though the wind had been knocked right out of him.

You smiled, nodding your head and took his hand in yours. “I am. I found out a few days ago-”

“Wait.” He cut you off. “A few days ago? Did you know you were pregnant when we fought in New York City?”

Staring at his face now, confronting the issue, you were suddenly very interested in the frosting he had somehow gotten on the bottom of his shirt, tugging on the hem and scratching it off.

“Y/n?”

“Okay, yes. I knew.” You confessed.

Rather than the fed up, overprotective reaction you were expecting, you felt Bucky’s hands reach to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. Rather than anger in his eyes, all you saw was worry and you were wishing you had never gone and fought just so you could save yourself from seeing him like that.

“Promise me you won’t fight anymore.” He said. “At least until the baby’s here- God I can’t believe we’re having a baby- just promise me okay? If anything happened to either of you I wouldn’t know what to do with myself-”

“I promise, Buck.” You assured him, smiling and beginning to feel tears prickle in your eyes. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

You watched as he began to smile once again and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh- so consumed in complete and utter joy. You and Bucky had gone through so much- especially within the last few months- but as you both sat there, so happy you couldn’t help but laugh, you realized it was worth it and you would go through it all again if it meant that at the end of the day you two would come back to each other every single time.

For the first time in your life, you watched as tears of joy began to fill his eyes, almost as if they had begun to wash away the years of pain that he had suffered previously. Although he was sure he hadn’t fought his last fight... he was sure he was going to be okay. He was happy. He was going to share his life with you. He was going to be a dad.

“We’re gonna have a kid.” He repeated the words, almost as if to convince himself that they were true.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad, Buck.” You told him, laughing through the tears that had begun to fill your eyes. “If you’re half as good at being a dad as you are the ‘cool uncle’- our kid is in good hands.”

“You think so?” He asked.

“I know so, Buck.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #Bucky Barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fluff

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enchantcdstories · 2 years ago

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Earth and Blood | Demon!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5584 (she's thicc)

Tags: angst, fluff, followed by more angst, reunions, so heavily au’d its insane, throw logic out the window we’re here for a good time, demon!Eddie Munson, female!reader, Steve is there, Dustin is there, Robin is there, I still haven’t actually seen the last episode I’m just putting it off majorly but I do know what happens but I’m playing with canon here so, happy ending, monster fucking without the fucking, cw funeral mention, cw smoking, really again just throw logic out the window

Everyone shows grief in their own way.

Your way was throwing yourself into your work and ignoring everything and everyone around you. Days were spent in bed at first, not eating or moving for weeks, before your mother softly suggest a lunch with Wayne Munson and a summer job to distract you. You complied, but the world had lost its colour. Working at Family Video did nothing to improve your mood, no matter how hard you tried to change.

It had only been six months since you lost Eddie. Six long, painful months, yet it felt like it had been years.

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You had known who Dustin Henderson was through Hellfire club, having met him several times when you came to pick up your boyfriend from his sessions, or sitting in on them when you were bored. You met the rest of his gang through your coworker, Steve. From there on, they became your rock. They got you to smile again, to laugh again. They slowly made you break out of your doom and gloom despite everything that had happened.

At first, meeting them was innocent enough. They had all known Eddie for a short time before he died, enough time to tell stories about him that made you miss him so much more. Then it got..honest. They told you how he really died, versus how Wayne had told you tearfully at his funeral. They told you about the Upside Down, and how things in Hawkins weren’t as they seemed. They told you how brave he was – that he was a hero.

Today? Today was different. Your friend group was avoiding you. On a normal night, you’d have someone there to either pick you up or meet up with you for a night out. The usual crowd consisted of Dustin, Robin, or Steve. Sometimes Nancy, if there was a planned girls night, but those girl nights were usually awkward at best. But that night after work, there was no one. You supposed it couldn’t last every night, you had been spoiled with company over the last few months. It was a little sad, you had grown to love having someone to go home with. You couldn’t do that anymore with Eddie.

You sighed as you finished your shift that night, locking up the video store and turning towards the parking lot. You could survive one night alone, you told yourself. You rounded the corner and felt your heart stop for just a few moments, gasping so loud that you swore you swallowed a bug. Maybe you screamed just a little. Standing in front of you was your typical three friends: Robin, Dustin, and Steve. The smile on Dustin’s face stretches wider, somehow, eyes beaming at you like he’s just itching to tell you something.

“H-hey guys!” You breathed, trying to get your heart to restart. “Scared me there..”

“Guess what.” Dustin got straight to the point. So he DID have something he was itching to tell you. Steve, leaned up against his car with folded arms, sighing as he rubbed his face.

“This isn’t a good idea…” he murmured. That shot your eyebrows nearly off your face. If Steve wasn’t agreeing to an idea, then it must be bad.

“Do I dare ask?” You eyed Dustin warily. Robin gave an awkward smile and wave. Dustin, with his smile still beaming on his face, nodded.

“I forgot something in the Upside Down.” He seemed far too happy to forget something in the demonic alternate universe that nearly killed him several times. You looked at him as if he had grown a second head or a third eye.

“....Okay..?”

“It means we need to go into the Upside Down.” Robin clarified, hands brought up for emphasis. From what you had heard of the Upside Down, it was terrible. It was a place you swore you would never even peek into out of curiosity. “For Dustin’s uh…what was it? Thing?”

“His ability to lie..” Steven mumbled softly, yet you still picked up on it. You blinked.

“Okay….why are you telling me this?” You asked, a little scared for the answer.

“Cause you need to come with us.” Dustin was making less and less sense by the minute. You shook your head, not liking the idea of taking a small vacation to some alternate version of Hawkins.

“Didn’t you guys just go on some big tangent the other night about how dangerous the Upside Down was? ” You gestured to the older pair, who both didn’t look amused at the idea either. A plan was certainly in place, and no one was happy about it except Dustin.

“Yep!” Dustin chirped. “Come on, we’re wasting time.” He pulled off to the backseat of Steve’s car, throwing open the door and waving you in. “Come on!”

Steve rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the car. “What happened to ‘easing her in’?” He asked, opening the car door. Robin, meanwhile, had looped her arm through yours and was dragging you to the door that Dustin had open, unceremoniously throwing you into the backseat.

“Hey! Watch it! Why do I need to go? I don’t wanna go to some dangerous alternate reality!” You protested, squirming your way into the seat and uprighting yourself. Dustin shut the door behind you, trapping you in Steve’s BMW.

“Just trust me on this.” Dustin said, slipping into the seat next to you and doing up his seatbelt. You opened your mouth to retaliate before you felt Dustin’s finger pressing against your lips to keep them closed. “Just. Trust. Me.”

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With as many stories you had heard over the past few months, you hadn’t ever actually seen It. Or a gate. The Upside Down was far more disgusting than you could have pictured. It was fleshy and slimy and wet and you felt like throwing up at the sight of it. Dustin was so excited to go back that he was practically vibrating, yelling at the group to hurry up as he sped towards it, bouncing from foot to foot. He held a shovel in his hand as a make shift weapon; Steve held his infamous nail covered baseball bat. Robin, holding nothing but the tightest grip on your arm, pulled you forward.

“It’s actually not all that bad,” Robin said, her voice trying to reassure you. “If you just ignore the monsters. And the motes.”

“Motes?”

Robin nodded. “Yeah, little…flecks in the air. Just don’t swallow them.” She chirped, offering you a half-assed smile as she kept her grip on your arm. Good to know.

“None of this sounds like a good idea.” You commented, more to Dustin than anything. “Espeically for a…what did you lose again? Can’t you just buy another one?”

“The best ideas always sound bad.” Robin said airly. “Thats why they’re called ideas.”

“Come on!” Dustin yelled, waving his arms. “Let’s go!”

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Whatever you were picturing for the Upside Down, it was nothing how you imagined it. Not even close. It was somehow worse – Somehow, even more terrifying. It reminded you of something out of one of the horror movies that you rented out to people at work. Everything looked like it was just different shades of red and grey, and Robin was certainly not kidding about the motes. They were everywhere; they clung to your hair, stuck to your skin, and you were ninety percent sure you had accidentally swallowed one. Thunder deafened you as it crashed over head, lighting up the night (was it night?) sky as a storm seemed to brew, although no rain fell.

Dustin was currently leading the way from the gate, to what looked like a park in Hawkins. Technically it was Hawkins, just…not. Not Hawkins. That was a better name for the Upside Down.

“Hey Dustin?” Steve called out, just a few shorts steps away from you and Robin. “Are you sure we’re heading in the right direction? I thought he’d…I mean, I thought the thing you lost would be closer.”

Dustin stopped and spun on his heel, waving his arm to a vine-covered building just out of focus from him. It was the public bathroom next to the playground, also covered in vines and goop. You once had to patch up a skinned knee in that bathroom, back in your universe. “We’re here, shit for brains. I told you, I don’t get lost.”

“Yes, you do. All the time. You get lost all the time.” Steve argued. You looked around, squinting in the dark to see if you could spot something that seemed out of place, something that Dustin could have forgotten and remembered six months later.

“What are we even looking for?” You asked, even looking at the ground to see if whatever it was was small. Dustin grinned again – something that was making you wanna smack his face for how chipper he was in a situation like this – and cupped his hands to his mouth.

“Hey! We’re ready!” He screamed so loud his voice cracked. The four of you stood in silence for a moment, the only sounds being the distant rumbles of thunder in the background. You were twice as confused now. Thunder continued to crash, but this time the sound was mixed with something else: wings. Thousands of them. You inched closer to Robin, suddenly very aware of all the horror stories you had heard. Wings and screeches broke free from over the treeline, and you watched as the sky filled with creatures that looked like birds or bats of some kind. Dustin twirled his shovel in his hand while Steve readied his bat. The situation looked serious, and now you desperately wanted to go home.

“Dustin…this isn’t what we agreed on…” Steve yelled nervously over the sound of wings slapping against each other, screeches and screams nearly drowning him out. The swarm of…whatever they were started to gather a good 100 feet away, though none came close to your small group. Your heart hammered away in your chest as you watched the creatures fly away as quickly as they arrived, leaving behind one lone figure standing on their own next to the playground equipment and the public washroom. One lone figure with large wings and horns. Human, but at the same time, not. Oh, this was just too much now. Was this the Vecna guy that Dustin had told you about? Wasn’t he gone?

Steve lowered his bat with a sigh upon seeing the figure, and Dustin let out a chirpy, loud laugh. Robin’s grip on your arm loosened as she too sighed a breath of relief. Somehow, your confusion levels went higher; you hadn’t been sure they could do that.

“What an entrance!” Dustin crowed, dropping his shovel and breaking out into a run towards the figure. That kid was going to get himself killed one of these days.

“Dustin! Wait!” You called out, an arm reaching out for the boy before Robin stopped you. The figure in the field, who had now enveloped Dustin in a hug, froze, looking up in your direction. Great. You had somehow pissed off the monster, and this was it. If the monster wasn’t attacking Dustin, you thought, maybe you’d be safe too. Somehow. Steve turned to Robin and yourself and, with a hand, motioned you to stay where you were. No problem here, you thought.

Steve walked over to join Dustin, clapping the figure on the back in such a boyish fashion. You were past confused now – you were almost angry. No one was explaining anything. Steve was talking to the winged creature, motioning behind him and waving his arms about. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you could see Dustin bouncing around like the hyperactive child he was.

“What’s going on?” You asked Robin, who had refastened herself on your arm. Seriously, your arm was starting to ache now. “What is that thing?”

“Not a thing.” She hummed. “At least…I don’t think he’s a thing.” She’d always been a little sidetracked from the plot of the conversation, but this was ridiculous. You watched as Dustin turned from the figure, now nodding to you and Robin before wildly waving his arms in the air.

“That’s the signal.” Robin confirmed, pulling you forward. You felt like your shoes were lined with lead, each step more impossible than the last. Maybe it was because you didn’t like to be dragged towards your doom.

“Hey! Wait wait wait! Don’t drag me towards that thing!” You couldn’t believe it. These were your friends, and now they were about to make you some sort of sacrifice on a Friday night. How rude. You shouldn’t have agreed to this.

“Trust me, You want to be dragged towards this one. Just a quick visit though, right?” Robin grunted, continuing to pull you along through the grass. You slammed your eyes shut, not wanting to see the monster that was probably going to devour you like a happy meal snack. As you did your best to squirm away, Robin struggled to keep a grip on you.

“A little help here? She’s not warming up to the idea!” You could hear Dustin’s quick gait as he jogged over, his hands now holding you up.

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t either if I had been dragged to an alternate dimension and forced towards…well…you know.” Steve’s voice cut in, followed by the leather sound of large wings rustling. That didn’t sit well with you, and you squirmed even more.

“Y/N, relax, trust me!” Dustin screeched as you resisted, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Last time you said that, you dragged me to the Upside Down and now this is happening!”

“Frankly, I think we should all stop trusting Dustin Henderson.”

You froze. Something in your blood ran cold and froze over, threatening to crack every vein in your body. You knew that voice. You knew that voice so well that you still dreamed about it every night. It rumbled deep in your chest and sparked up something that you hadn’t experienced in six months.

Eddie.

The love of your life. The boy you were positive you were going to marry and have a house with a picket fence and 2.5 kids with. The boy you cried over for months after you learned about his death. That was his voice. That was your Eddie. Dustin giggled as you froze in place, no longer struggling under the 15- year-old’s grip.

Slowly, you peeked an eye open, trying your best to make out the figure in front of you in the dark. There, standing before you at his full height, was Eddie. Still in his Hellfire club shirt and leather jacket, though both looked like they were torn to shreds. He looked nearly the same as when you had last seen him, before he he marched off to ‘save the world’ as he had put it. At the time you didn’t know what it had meant, but now you knew. The obvious differences were the large wings now sprouting from his back; even when they were resting, they still towered high over his head and nearly touched the ground. Horns, shiny and black, curved from his forehead outward, twisting in on themselves before pointing upward into sharp points.

His hair was the same though, you told yourself as you looked on in horror. You felt your heart sink a bit as your eyes landed on his; once wide and a beautiful golden brown, they were now red and menacing looking. They stared at you with concern as you stood a few feet away, gauging your reaction. It had been six months for him too. His mouth pulled down from a smirk – probably from something Dustin had said – to a frown.

“What…” You squeaked, not taking your eyes off your boyfriend. “How..?” Eddie’s red eyes watched you carefully as he took a fidgeting step back. Robin had taken a step back from you now, joining Dustin and Steve once she felt confident you wouldn’t fall over or try to run away again. For a moment, you felt like you were going to do both.

“Here we go..” Steve groaned, fiddling with his bat. Eddie glanced towards him, a smirk pulling back on his face as he shifted his weight a bit.

“You said he was dead.” You looked over to Dustin, finally drawing you attention away from your…monsterfied boyfriend. “You said he died in your arms. Is this some sort of trick? Is that what this is?” You voice was wavering now, tears threatening to spill down your face. Eddie moved forward, taking a step towards you out of habit. His natural reaction when he saw you upset was to hug you, and now he couldn’t do that. Steve put a hand out and mumbled ‘Give them a minute’ softly, causing Eddie to take a step back.

“Yeah, I did. I wasn’t lying. He died, and I came back to Hawkins, ran into Eddie’s Uncle, and I just thought that I should like…at least get his body or something to bury for the funeral.” He shrugged. You remembered Eddie’s funeral. You’d heard something about there being ‘nothing to bury’. It stung like a fresh wound and a tear slipped down your cheek. “And I came back and his body was gone and instead there was just…Eddie. With wings. And horns. And SUPER cool eyes.” Dustin laughed, finally taking a breath. A small smile crept up onto Eddie’s face, that classic grin with his large eyes that usually melted your heart. He kicked the ground bashfully.

So he was real. Not some freaky Upside Down hallucination.

“Eddie?”

“Hey Sweetheart.”

Even though your legs felt like jello, you felt yourself slowly take a tentative step towards him. Nothing made sense right now. Upside Down dimensions, red skies, and now Eddie was alive and some sort of monster. Eddie stayed still, and although he kept his arms by his sides, he looked like he was ready to open them for a hug.

“It’s okay.” His voice was soothing. He would use the same tone when you were stressed about work, or having a nightmare. His wings fluttered a bit as he talked. “It’s still me. Just with some…added features. I won’t hurt you, I swear.” Steve had turned to Robin and Dustin and started to pull them away, mumbling something about giving you and Eddie some privacy.

You bit your lip, still staring into the face you thought you had lost forever. It all felt so surreal as you slowly took a small step forward, before your body acted on its own accord and flung itself towards Eddie. Tears stung at your eyes as you crashed into him, instantly wrapping your hands around him in the tightest embrace you could muster.

“Miss me, Sweetheart?” Eddie chuckled, stumbling as he caught you. His wings stretched out a bit, as if they were accounting for balancing him. He wrapped his arms around you fully, embracing you with just as much passion as you were. He was still warm, a fact that surprised you somewhat, but he didn’t smell like himself anymore. Before he smelled like cigarettes and old spice; now he smelled earthy, with a hint of blood.

“Oh my god…Eddie…” You bit back a sob as you shoved your face into his chest. Even the feel of his t-shirt on your skin made you emotional. “I-I lost you and I didn’t know what to do and-” You were fully sobbing now, tears wetting his shirt and making your face splotchy. Eddie shushed you, rubbing you back soothingly. You were instantly taken back to when he would do this for you up in Hawkins. When nothing bad or evil exsisted and the worst you had to worry about was a part-time job.

“It’s alright,” he breathed, doing nothing but holding you and resting his chin on the top of your head. “I’m here. Everything’s okay.” And he was right. For just a few moments, everything was right in the world again. You were both silent, doing nothing but embracing each other like nothing had ever changed. Pulling back from him first, you craned your neck up to get a better look at his face.

The eyes were the strangest part. They looked almost bloodshot, with a layer of red film covering them. His pupils were missing, which might have been the unsettling part. And he had horns now. You gently cupped his face, running a thumb along his jaw. Eddie closed his eyes and nuzzled into your hand.

“Weird, huh?” Eddie was holding you by your waist now, his grip still firm enough to not dare let you go. He blinked, a strange thing to look at up close. Despite all the horns and the eyes and the wings, you grinned. It was still Eddie. “God, I missed you.”

You smiled and moved so you were pressing up against him. “I missed you too, you don’t even know how much I missed you.”

Eddie grinned, his teeth just the slightest bit pointed now. Another thing you’d have to get used to on the list of everything else. “Oh, I know. Henderson tells me frequently.”

You did a double take, looking back to Dustin where he stood with the other two. He was watching the pair of you like he was watching a romance movie and it had just reached the highest point in the plot. “Wait… Dustin’s been down here since he found you?”

“It’s usually him and Harrington coming down for visits, but I get the run down.” He nodded, his grip tightening on your hips. “I’m proud of you, by the way. For getting that job at family video, for moving on. I was going to force Dustin to keep all-” he gestured to his horns and wings dramatically. “-This a secret, but I just couldn’t live without you for much longer.”

There was your sap of a boy, Eddie Munson. The boy who acted tough around his buddies but melted into goo when you two were alone. You had tears running down your face still, and you were sure you still had motes in your hair. What a sight you must have been, you thought. Gently, you felt Eddie look away from you for just a moment, as if he had to tear his gaze away from you painfully, eyes landing on the small building covered in tendrils and vines and lord knew what else.

With a hand on the small of your back, Eddie led you to the bench that was perched just outside of it, one of the only things that didn’t have a layer of some sort of fleshy things on it. The two of you sat down, your legs suddenly feeling like jello again as you did so, and you nearly collapsed into the bench against Eddie’s side. He shifted a bit, adjusting for the new giant wings that occupied most of the space now. Eddie seemed to notice you watching and grimaced a bit.

“I’m fine. They’re just..a bit tough to get used to, is all.” He shrugged, the wings copying the movement. He played it off as to not worry you, but you knew Eddie. You couldn’t help but worry a bit. The two of you sat in silence, listening to the thunder crash overhead and the distance scream of those bat things. It was as close to bliss as you could get with him. Eddie spoke first, clearing his throat. “It’s a lot. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s just all…new.” You said softly, reaching over to gently place a hand on his thigh. He looked down at your touch and smiled, as if this was the most comforting thing he’s had in the past six months. You wondered if he missed your touch as much as you missed his. Probably, right? Another beat of silence passed before it was your turn to speak up.

“Does your uncle know?” Eddie shook his head, a pang of sadness crashing over his face for a moment. You couldn’t imagine how hard this was for him, how unfair it was on all of you.

“No one knows but you, Dustin, Steve, and Robin. Probably more, considering Dustin can’t seem to keep his mouth shut.”

You moved closer to him, just slightly so that your knees were touching. “If it helps, I have lunch with him every so often. Your uncle. He’s doing….he’s doing alright.” Eddie nodded, smiling softly at you. “I feel like I’m…whole again, when I’m around you.” You continued, trying to get Eddie’s mind off of the sad parts of it all. His smile, one you’d never get tired of no matter what his eyes or form looked like, beamed at you. Eddie squirmed a bit, rubbing the back of his neck as the blush formed back on his cheeks. For as long as you had known the boy, you knew when he was about to do something outside of his comfort zone.

“Look, I know it’s weird with the…wings and the horns and teeth and the whole not being dead thing but can– can I kiss you? I haven’t kissed my girl in months and that starts to do things to a guy after a while.”

You grinned and nodded softly as Eddie leaned forward to cup your face, pressing his lips gently to yours. Of all the changes that had happened over the months to him, his lips were the same. Nothing had changed. It felt like time had warped back to six months prior, when you and Eddie were sitting in his trailer, smoking and listening to Metallica on a warm summer night. Except now you were in some alternate reality dimension from hell, and Eddie had wings. The only thing that really stood out to you was how he tasted. He tasted the way he smelled, like rust or blood and dirt. Not that you minded, you’d gladly take it over losing him again.

His hands laced their way through your hair, entangling themselves in it as he deepend the kiss. You were kissing a monster and you didn’t mind one bit. He was putty in your hands as you did the same, his wavy hair still the same it had been all those months ago. If you hadn’t felt Eddie against you, you’d swear you were dreaming this whole thing up. In fact, you wouldn’t be upset if this was a regular occurrence.

Both of you would have remained that way for hours, tangled in each others embrace in a mess of limbs and hair pulling, before you heard a throat clear just behind you. Just by the sound alone you could tell it was Steve.

“Look, I hate to break up the whole..face sucking…thing, but the bats out there are going to start getting bitey if we don’t get going soon.” He offered you an apologetic look and shrugged. Eddie slipped his hand into yours as you felt your heart plunge into your stomach, an instant feeling of dread as he clung to your hand for dear life.

“Harrington’s right,” Eddie agreed, moving his nose so it was pressed up against your cheek. “But I’ll walk with you to the gate, alright?”

You pulled back, moving so you could look him squarely in those blood red eyes with a look of heartbreak pulled onto your own features. “You…you aren’t coming back with us?”

Eddie looked down sadly as he stood up, taking you with him as he held on tightly to you. “‘Fraid I’m stuck here, sweetheart. Can’t go waltzing around Hawkins looking like..well, this.” He started to take a step forward, meeting resistance as you stayed locked in place. For a moment, you considered keeping the Upside Down as your residence, purely out of selfish reasons.

“No…no. I just got you back. I just got you back, I don’t want to lose you again.” You could feel the tears start to fall again, trailing down your cheeks in streaks. Nothing about this felt real. It felt like it was happening so quickly that you couldn’t have time to process your emotions properly. Eddie wrapped his arms around you again, his wings folding around you like a protective wall. Still weird, you thought.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” his own voice was thick and choked up with emotions that he himself was trying to hold back. “You know where I am though, right? I’m not dead anymore. Nothing else is going to happen, I promise.”

You shook your head. You had heard talk of El closing gates, but you never really understood what was going on. You just knew that you were losing Eddie again in some way. “But you won’t be with me. How do I go on living without you?”

Steve had walked back to join Dustin and Robin at the gate, Eddie shuffling a bit so he could get you walking as well. He was practically holding you up at that point. He leaned in close to your face, his hair brushing lightly against your cheek.

“Nah,” his voice had that joking tone to it, like he was trying to keep the mood light and happy. He sounded like his normal old self. He had the same tone when he was playing dungeon master for hellfire club, or when you were having a bad day and he’d go on a long rant about the sports teams at school. “You already did it. It’s been what? Four months?”

“Six months.”

“Yeah. You got this practically mastered now, and I got my own little demon-y thing going on.”

“Demon-y?” You snorted a laugh between tears, it sounded more like a bubbly hiccup.

“Yeah,” Eddie smirked, proud he could make you smile even just for a second. “It’s what I’ve been…considering myself. Metal, huh?” His grin could cure even the deepest sadness. You nodded, sniffling.

“Very metal.”

You could see the gate in clear view now, the same tendrils and goo and motes getting thicker the closer you walked to it. Everyone’s faces held the same amount of heartbreak as they watched the pair of you cling to each other like the universe would end the second you let go. Everyone shot looks to each other, each ones faces saying different things. Was this a mistake? How could they split you up again? How would you handle this? It was Dustin who spoke up first.

“Hey uh…if it helps, we’re working out ways to get him up to our world. And- and we can come visit! We would have done it sooner but we figured that this would have been better to kinda…ease you into it. Logistical stuff.” He shrugged, fiddling with the shovel he now held. You nodded, sniffling and feeling yourself deflate a little. You rested your head against Eddie’s chest, facing away from the gate.

“It isn’t goodbye forever, Y/N.” His chest rumbled as he talked. “I promise.” You pulled up, looking up into his eyes for a few seconds, memorizing even the details that made your skin crawl. It was still Eddie, you reminded yourself.

“Can I ask for just one favor?”

“You could ask for the moon and I’d find a way to get it for you.”

“Can you kiss me again? You do have months worth of kisses to make up to me.”

Eddie grinned, a wide, honest, and true grin. Teeth, eye crinkles, and all. His lips were on yours as fast as they could, hands scooping your head up and holding you gently. Thunder and lightning crashed overhead, illuminating the Upside Down for just a moment, even behind your eyes lids as Eddie and yours stayed locked together. Time slowed for just a moment, nothing else mattered, nothing else needed to matter. Eddie wasn’t being sweet and gentle like he had before, this time he was desperate and passionate. He pulled back first, forehead resting against yours gently with a little ‘thunk’.

“I’ll make it up to you. I can a hundred percent promise that.”

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Life wasn’t as hard anymore.

Sure, it wasn’t 100% roses and lollipops. You still had to deal with shitty customers and the world was still threatened by an evil alternate reality – but it was managable now. Your routine had gone from a day that you dreaded and finished just to keep yourself alive, to living so you could look forward to things again. You’d finish a shift, and like normal, meet up with one of your friends. This time for a visit to the Upside Down, rather than the typical girls night or game night you’d get invited to. Steve and Dustin were common for Upside Down trips, Robin wanting nothing to do with it. But it meant that nearly every single day, you got time with Eddie, wings and all.

On a rare occasion, he’d come up to the surface. It was a treat, and one that was filled with anxiety of someone catching you all, but it happened. You had walked into your basement to find your cat freaking out at your poor boyfriend, huddled in the corner. Sometimes it meant a 1 A.M picnic, sometimes it meant a movie night on the couch. It all felt normal. It wasn’t the best substitute, but it would have to make do.

And above all else, Eddie did in fact make up six months worth of kisses.

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson #Joseph Quinn #eddie munson x female reader #reader insert #stranger things #demon!eddie munson

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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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Not Your Captain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!!! Lots of Angst in this one, guys, lotta feels, some Fluff to counterbalance it, but mostly Angst, Cursing

A/N: This is Part Two to my previous FATWS writing, His Only Contact. FATWS SERIES STERLIST HERE! This one is from Reader’s perspective and gives you a bit more about Reader’s backstory. There will be multiple parts coming out in the next day or two based just on this new episode because damn. It was loaded! Due to this and my workload this past week, I haven’t been able to post the first chapter of my College!AU, Erased From the Stars, but I promise it’s coming! This’ll be my main focus for the weekend though! Expect more parts in the next 24 hours! I’ll be making a masterlist for this particular project in that time, too! Taglists are open! Please contact me if you want to be tagged! Thank you and please enjoy, loves! (Not beta’d, so sorry for mistakes!)

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The moment you saw it on TV, you knew you had to get to Bucky. You weren’t planning on leaving until the next day, but there was no way you weren’t going. So you caught the first plane you could from the base you were staying at.

You’re feelings were all over the place. Steve had been your best friend for more than the past decade. You were the one there when he first woke up. You were the one to help him get situated. You were the one to help him whenever he needed, to go over to his little place in DC when he was having problems, like the time he thought he was having an asthma attack when it was an anxiety attack or when you had to help him find a new phone after he accidentally broke his.

You were that close to falling in love with him. But life went the other way and, in a weird twist of fate, almost as if the universe wanted to spare you of the heartbreak it knew would come if you gave your heart to the dashing captain, you ended up tripping over your own feet for someone else.

Someone you would never tell.

He was the last thing you had left of Steve and you couldn’t ruin that because of your stupid feelings. And you couldn’t ruin the relationship you had now because it was working. He trusted you, more than anyone else. He trusted you because Steve trusted you and you wouldn’t dare break that trust.

You just hoped, with everything going down in relation to the shield - to his legacy - that you’d be able to keep that promise you made to yourself.

You were in front of his door early in the morning - around four - hesitating to knock. It didn’t take long for him to respond the moment your fist did meet the door.

He looked…tired. You wished, oh how you wished, that you could do more. Anything more. He insisted you helped him plenty already; he claimed he never had nightmares when you were by his side. But it wasn’t enough. Not for what he’d been through. You felt as though you were merely putting a bandaid over a bullet wound.

His chocolate locks were short, above his ears. You could remember how hesitant yet eager he was about doing it. It was difficult to not cut his ear off because he kept moving in anticipation. You would know: you cut it. Those blue eyes that made you trip in the first place were outlined by thick lashes, dark ebony bags beneath them, making the azure pop. He was shirtless, as he usually was when sleeping (or at least trying to sleep), his dog tags resting against his sternum.

You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was watching TV for too long and his hair was less messy than it would be if he actually slept.

The moment his eyes found yours, his plump, chapped lips turned up into the grin he reserved for you and he was pulling you in. Your reaction was instantaneous, your arms slipping around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder as he found home in the crook of your neck.

He was touch deprived. You knew this, but you never brought it up. Especially considering you were one of the only people he touched willingly. You didn’t want him thinking he was broken, more so than he thought he was already. And you definitely didn’t want to push him into fixing himself. So you didn’t tell him, even though you were pretty sure he knew, and you just let him take the lead.

Sometimes it meant he grabbed your hand in large crowds, or tucked you under his arm when he was threatened. Other times it meant laying his head in your lap when he was tired late at night, or a soft hug in greeting.

Hands slowly tracing his spine, fingers dancing up and down his back, you gave a small smile when you felt him practically purring in your embrace. You could never decide if he was more puppy or kitten. You used to make jokes about the three of them, Steve, Bucky, and Sam, being like a puppy, kitten, and bird that you had to reluctantly pet sit for a friend. You would give almost anything to be joking around like that with them when you went to visit Bucky in Wakanda with Steve.

“Buck?”

He hummed. You didn’t want to pull back, you wanted to stay connected with him for as long as possible, but you had to talk. You didn’t want to talk about it, because that would make it more real, but you had to. You had to.

“Have you seen the news recently?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulling down. “What happened? Is it Wanda?”

You looked down the hall, your lips pressed together tightly, before nodding inside. “We have to talk.”

He nodded, stepping back and pulling you inside. Seeing the makeshift bed on the floor against the far edge of the sofa made you inwardly sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. Steve was the same way at first.

“Is she okay? Did you find her? Where-”

“It’s not Wanda.” Turning, you faced him, trying to control your own anger at the situation, knowing it wouldn’t help him any. “It’s…it’s about Steve.”

Those spectacularly blue eyes narrowed, bottom lip being sucked in between his teeth. “What about Steve?”

You gestured for him to come closer, holding out your hand in offering. He took it and followed you as you led him to the couch. A cleared throat and a deep breath later found you gently explaining what happened to him. That the government had taken back the shield and had given it to someone else. A ‘hero just for America’. A ‘new Captain America’.

You could see his features harden with every word, his jaw ticking dangerously, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. You squeezed his hand as you finished. “He’s got meetings and stuff with senators and governors. They’re taking him on a tour this week. They-they want me to meet him, considering I’m the last of the original seven. Active on Earth, at least.”

The tears that started forming in his eyes made you swallow your own emotions down thickly. He didn’t need your hatred of this wannabe to fuel his own. He needed your support and comfort. He needed to know you’d be by his side through this.

“Are you?”

You blinked, not expecting his first words to be that question. “Am I what?”

“Going to meet with him?”

“I-I…” You stopped talking, knowing that if you continued you’d end up ranting about how he wasn’t your captain. How he could never be your captain. Debating answers, you decided on a simple, blunt reply. “No.”

“Why…”

Running your thumb over his knuckles, you leaned over slowly to press a chaste kiss to his bare skin and blood shoulder. “Take your time. Collect your thoughts.”

He responded to your words by taking a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, his jaw so tight you feared he might chip his teeth. It was a tense minute before he said anything, the room being filled with his harsh breathing. “You said he gave them the shield.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. You told me he gave up the shield. They put it in the Smithsonian. But you just said they took it from him.”

“He did give it to them, but-”

“Why?” His eyes snapped open, his features twisting into ones of frustration and resentment. “Why’d he give it to them?”

You shook your head, knowing Sam didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He had called you a few weeks ago to ask about your opinion on the matter. You told him that Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so if Sam thought that was the right thing to do…you trusted him. “It’s not Sam’s fault. Don’t be mad-”

“Don’t be mad?! Don’t be mad?!” Bucky shot up, ripping his hand away from yours, making you bite your lip and hang your head as he paced in front of you. “Steve gave it to him! And he just gives it away like he’s regifting a shitty frisbee as a Christmas present! And you don’t want me to be mad?! Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!”

Cringing at the use of your name, which you rarely hear fall from his lips, especially in vexation like just then, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Bucky, I get it. I do. I’m mad, too. I’m-I’m furious. But you can’t blame Sam. Please. He just - he’s trying, Buck. Just like me. Just like you. We’re all trying.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell as he stared at you, eyes darting from feature to feature as he studied your face. Before you could say anything else, he was on the floor in front of you, in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed into your stomach.

You could tell he was holding something back - something big - but you wouldn’t push him. You never did. Displaying feelings was always hard for him, even in the early 1900’s; Steve used to tell you stories when you were looking for him after the fiasco in DC. Bucky grew up being the oldest of four and the only boy. On top of that, his best friend was a scrawny, stubborn, punching bag of a boy. According to Stevie, neither of them really learned how to cope or how to deal with feelings. And it showed. Boy, did it show.

Instead of getting on him and asking what was wrong and begging for him to talk to you, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, as you sat back to make the position more comfortable for him.

“Stay with me. I need you.”

You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his head, nodding into his hair. “I’ll stay. For as long as you need me, Buckaroo.”

Taglist (OPEN):

@happygoreading, @thatsdarwinism, @satellitespidey

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estrellami-1 · 1 year ago

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Okay immediately yes I’m here for all of this. Thank you for tagging me!!! ❤️

I’m not saying “If I Should Stay” only because I’m still working on it, but otherwise it definitely would be on the list. The amount of support I’ve gotten from it is INSANE and I love each and every one of you who’s liked, commented, or reblogged it. Seriously.

Now, onto the list!

1. Falling. I think this one’s gonna be in first place for a long, long time. It garnered the most attention out of everything, it was a rather big project that I finished rather quickly, and beyond that I actually just like it. I like the writing I did. This is one I’ll go back and reread sometimes and just get a fluttery little feeling in my chest, like, “you did good.” And it’s nice, y’know? And it’s hilarious because I posted this before I’d seen any of the episodes.

2. Because of You. I think I have a sequel in the works that I need to actually decide if I’m gonna post or not. But this one is also one of my favorites. I don’t think I have a reason beyond just… liking it. It’s been a long journey from where I started, and where I started was… interesting. I was somehow simultaneously egotistical and overly-critical of my works. I was the best author to ever walk the earth but I hated everything I wrote. This is one of the first fics i can remember liking as I was writing it.

3. See You. Yet another fic I have a sequel in the works for. I always loved the idea of Eddie seeing and understanding people, noticing when Steve actually maybe wasn’t okay, and doing something about it. I’d read plenty of fics with that premise but was always too scared to attempt my own until I just… did it. This was an act of bravery, so for that reason, this fic is on this list.

4. (untitled) Steddie Week Day 7. Yet another sequel in the works… I should really stop doing that but how can I when @madigoround leaves the SWEETEST tags and awakens the little monster in me? 😂 in all honesty though, I was really proud of this one. It also got a lot of good feedback and more so, I did this in a DAY! Or maybe two, I can’t remember. Honestly I think the entire week would make it onto this list if it could; maybe if I had a top 15 instead of top 5. But out of the seven, the last day is definitely special to me. Steve’s proposal just came pouring out—I swear I was just writing down what he was saying—and it just seems to fit them so well.

5. (untitled) New Homeowners Steddie prompt. My best pieces of writing—or at least the ones I like the most—happen all at once, or in spurts, depending on how long it is. I feel as though that makes sense. That writing quickly, easily, kind of naturally means it’s better (barring the night I took cold medicine and decided to write. We do not speak of that night). I’m sure that’s not technically true, but it feels true, and I swear I got this done in ten minutes (realistically it was 30 but shhhh). This is the only prompt I’ve received (and answered… I’m so sorry to anyone who sent a prompt I haven’t answered yet. ADHD saw shiny in the idea of “If I Should Stay” and fixated on that but I’ll get back to the prompts one day!) that I felt like I answered to a t. I absolutely adored this one… and the resulting comment! (Madi, darling, I sincerely hope your life has gotten easier since you sent in that ask!)

I’m absolutely pressuring you and shaking your shoulders and yelling at you to LIKE WHAT YOU DO: @steddieas-shegoes @zerokrox-blog @i-less-than-three-you @every-aj-needs-an-angel (babe I’m BEGGING YOU to recognize the fact that I’m telling you that your writing is good because it IS I swear your grammar is fine.) @piratefishmama @mc-i-r @henderdads @luninosity @ghosttotheparty @thatonegreyghost @onearmedlegend @wynnyfryd ❤️

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

got tagged by @simplebtromance and making a whole new post instead of replying lol.

Wanna Share a Last Name? - Writing failed proposals is hilarious, also Wayne in the second chapter is just perfect.

Lower the Noise - My first real attempt at writing steddie will always have my heart. The song it's based on is very much Steve-coded for me.

Oh Sugar, Sugar, I love you - Relationship reveals are one of my absolute favorite troupes! This also came about because I really wanted Steve to be a very clingy and cuddly person while high.

Feels Like the World's Gonna End - I wanted a Steve has a panic attack on the 4th of July and Eddie comfort him, it's everything to me.

Really, Him? - This!! This was an attempt at writing Mike, because at the time I was really afraid of writing him. Turns out I really know how to write him. Plus writing him having a crush on Steve is so so perfect to me.

No pressure tags but we should always love our own work ❤ @strangersteddierthings @i-less-than-three-you @tartarusknight @grimmfitzz @estrellami-1

#tag game #writing #self appreciation #this was a lot of fun :)#thank you friend!

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how sticky | kth

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted .

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well.

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what.

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess.

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact.

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back.

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth.

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan.

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back.

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be.

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?”

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls.

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly.

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though.

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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