#Steve either has the worst or best luck

[fizzigigsimmer]

Teacher!Steve in his first university position, purposefully choosing an out of the way bar to pick up a one night stand so that he doesn't run into any students. Picking up Billy, a fraternity pledge who has to convince a stranger that he's a rent boy and take a picture in their bathroom.

[eddiernunson]

I Can Do it With a Broken Heart | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+ | PREVIEW

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Summary: You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.

Warnings: idiots in love, best friends to lovers, ANGST, brief EddiexChrissy, ooc Chrissy, attempted SA, bestfriend!Steve, and needy, desperate smut that makes it all worth it.

Excerpt here:

The puff of smoke that leaves his lips as you approach him should not be this gorgeous, it’s practically unfair. “Hey, Eds.” 

He dusts the filter, killing it on the cement table he sits at as he blows out one more puff. “Hey, sweetheart.” 

Just from that particular look in his eye, you can tell something is on his mind. “You okay, there, Munson?” 

He smirks, effortlessly standing up. “I suppose. I’m not sure how to react. Or how you’ll react.” 

Your brows meet your hairline, watching his mind move at a million miles per hour. “Ok, Eddie this better be about a new class of creatures in DnD, or something, because you’re scaring me.”

He smiles, nodding his head over to the halls that lead toward the front door of the campus. “Someone asked me out on a date, earlier, today.” 

Your brows furrow, biting back the jealousy that eats at your chest. Every little part of you holds back the monster that threatens to class its way out, to snarl and hiss at every girl that even so much as looks at him wrong. It’s hard to bite it back, to choke on it purposely, but if you must, you will. 

It tastes like venom as you swallow it back down. “Oh, who?”

A faint pink spreads across Eddie’s cheeks, much to your dismay. Not once, in your fuck, what, seven, eight years, of friendship have you ever managed to see Eddie blush. (Just once but it was when you nearly walked in on him jerking himself off a few short years ago.) “Who?” 

“Um Chrissy. Chrissy Cunningham?” 

Your jaw drops, but your gut falls through the floor. You swear you hear it smash through the tilted floors and fall into the depths of hell. 

“She asked you out?” 

“Hey! Don’t act so surprised! A cheerleader could like me!” 

That was the last thing on your mind. Of course a cheerleader could like Eddie, they’d be stupid not to. No. Every other girl that Eddie has either slept with, or gone on a date with brought no worry to your head, competition, per say. But a sweet girl like Chrissy, one that bore pretty blonde curls, a sweet smile and a sweet disposition, this is like your worst nightmare come true. 

Thanks to the notion of living in a small town, you could recall 99% of the names that Eddie had told you, whether they be hookups or a date. Most of them didn’t intimidate you, only because, selfishly, you could nitpick at things you think wouldn’t work out with Eddie. Whether they were too vapid, too shallow, had none of the same interests as him, only shallowly liked him for his looks, or was a bully…you had something to give great comfort to you to prevent that little jealousy monster from clawing its way out. 

This time, your brain wracked itself for some sort of answer. Some sort of flaw in the Queen of Hawkins High that could settle this uneasiness that has taken over your mind. Nothing. Nothing. 

“I’m not surprised a cheerleader could like you, I’m surprised that Chrissy Cunningham asked you out,” you answer candidly, watching in step with him to where you supposed was his van. “I’m guessing you said yes?”

“I’d be crazy not to!” Eddie answered sheepishly, tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket. “I’m taking her out on Friday night.” 

“Ah, you’ll tell Steve to take Creeper off hold for us, then?”

Eddie stops mid stride, faltering, his brows pinched as he gives you those big brown eyes. “Shit. It totally slipped my mind.” 

This is also new. Even as his dates would happen any previously made plans with him were always a priority. You just hope this isn’t a new habit of his. 

“We’ll do it on Saturday, yeah?” 

You nod, giving him the comfort you suddenly find yourself craving. From the pep in his step, the rosiness of his cheeks, the warm glint in his eyes, you can tell that he’s truly excited. As a best friend, you tried to be happy for him, however hard it is to make the smile on your face even remotely convincing. 

Eddie curls his arm around your shoulder, tugging you along with him for what is probably another afternoon in his room, clouded by a haze of weed. 

You smoked more than usual, if anything to allow his excitement and plans for his big date in two days to buzz into the background, the bong rippling through your lungs as a punishment for yourself. 

-

Final word count is about 24k so I think I'll post on the 15 to give my editor a fighting chance. If you want to be tagged let me know <3

[xoxoladyaz]

locked in lowercase (inside a vault)

For @steddie-week Day 3: Longing (1,032 words)

Tags: Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Light Angst, Hopeful Ending

“Eddie, man. I think you should talk to him.”

Eddie snorts. “Oh, really? What’s with the sudden change of heart, Emerson? That desperate to knock me down a peg?”

“Dude,” Gareth sighs, and the defenses he’d so easily garnered up fall just a little. “Look, I know I wasn’t all that thrilled about Harrington in the first place – ”

“Oh, that’s the understatement of the fucking century, Gare-bear - ”

“ – but,” Gareth ignores Eddie’s attempts at cutting him off, “that was before I saw how miserable you are without him. Like, dude. We made it. We’re on tour right now, and all you wanna do when we’re not on stage is sit on the bus and play Patsy Cline. You,” Gareth taps Eddie on the chest, “you should be having the time of your fucking life right now, but it’s like you’re not really here with us, man.”

Eddie lets Gareth’s words sink in for a moment. The kid’s not wrong, of course, but he doesn’t get it. He can’t. Eddie barely has the words to describe how the feelings started or what his feelings even are, but any time he bumps into anyone that has that look in their eye, that whole I wanna take an up-and-coming rock star for a ride shine, Eddie turns tail and practically runs the other way. It’s not to say that he hasn’t tried – oh, he tried, especially in those first few cities after first leaving Indiana – but it either didn’t happen or it didn’t end well for either party and eventually he just stopped trying. 

Because none of them were Steve. 

And the worst part is, it’s fucking hopeless. The King never, ever gave Eddie even the slightest inclination that it wasn’t just “babes” for him. (Although, to be fair to Steve, Eddie himself didn’t really know until he was too far away to do anything about it, and that’s assuming Eddie’s balls got big enough to even fucking try something.) Steve was kind to Eddie, sure; hell, he was even calling Harrington his best friend at the end, before they left for tour. But then Eddie started wanting and, even worse, started knowing that he wanted any eyes that looked at him in pleasure to be big and brown and belong to Steve and – well, he hasn’t been playing on this side of the field for long, but even a newbie like him knows just how this is going to play out. 

(Which translates to: he slowly stops calling Steve until he isn’t calling him at all. He takes “Head Over Heels” off the set list. He puts the swim team sweater he stole from Steve’s closet at the bottom of the “extra clothes” pile in the back of the bus. And instead of going out after every show, instead of trying and failing to find some peace in the bottom of a bottle like his dad, he sits in the tour bus and plays Patsy Cline on his acoustic under his fingers bleed.)

“It’ll only make things worse, Gare,” Eddie replies, fishing aimlessly in his pockets for the last of his Camels. “I’ll get over it. Eventually.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you will, but he won’t.”

Eddie’s fingers still in his pocket. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me. You don’t think Robin chews my head off every time I call to check in?”

(It’s just Eddie’s luck, of course, that Gareth’s first-cousin-and-childhood-best-friend happens to be Steve’s other half.)

“Then why don’t you stop calling?” Eddie finally finds a cig and pulls it out of his pocket, only for it to get snatched out of his fingers.

“Because I’m not an asshole, asshole,” Gareth snaps. “And I’m getting really sick and tired of getting yelled at every time I call home because somebody refuses to man up and deal with his feelings.”

Eddie turns in place, glaring at Gareth. “I am dealing with my feelings!”

“By not dealing with them, dumbass! And for the record, you’re making it even more noticeable by notdealing with them! Hell, even Byers asked me about it the last time he called, because why else would you just drop Harrington all together? It’s been like a year, man, you have to deal with this at some point.”

“I – I didn’t know until a month and a half ago, Gareth, what the hell do you mean by the last year?”

Gareth snorts. “Seriously? Seriously. Holy shit, you’re serious. Fucking – really, man? Now I owe Jeff money.”

“GARETH!” Eddie snaps. “What do you mean, the last year?”

Something is on Eddie’s face, some expression that he can’t control, because Gareth’s eyes soften and grow sad. “Eds, man, you wear your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve and your feelings all over your face. All anyone gotta do is see you look at Steve and know.”

“Know? Know what?”

Gareth’s voice is almost a whisper now. “Do I really need to say it?”

The wounded beast in Eddie’s chest shudders. “No.” He pulls his eyes away from Gareth, refocuses on the rings on his hands – and more specifically, the ring made from an antique spoon that Steve had made him when they were going through his parents’ shit.

(It was the only piece of Steve he couldn’t bear to hide away these last six weeks.)

“Does – does he?”

(Eddie can’t finish the question; hell, Eddie doesn’t even know what he’s asking.

Thankfully, somehow Gareth does.)

“Go call him, Eds,” Gareth says. He squeezes Eddie’s shoulder, a benediction for courage, and then leaves the tour bus, leaving Eddie alone and staring at the phone at the end of the bus.

(Maybe there’s a world where Steve feels, can feel, has felt the same. Maybe there’s a world where, when he told Eddie that he’s taking a break from dating that it meant taking a break from dating someone who wasn’t Eddie. Maybe Steve’s been trying and failing to get past this too, and is spending his nights by the phone like Eddie, waiting for someone to call.)

The phone only rings twice.

“This is Steve.”

(And maybe that world is this one.

But he won’t know until he tries.)

“Hey, Stevie. Got a minute?”

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Well since you said it…

Ponyboy Curtis head canons and, if possible, cherry head canons 😁

I'll do Cherry later this weekend, but for now here's some Ponyboy headcanons!

-Has tried to quit smoking multiple times, usually because Darry wants him to, and never succeeded. The second he gets even the tiniest bit stressed he’s got a cigarette lit and back in his mouth. At this point he's pretty much accepted he's locked in for life

-Had to get glasses and HATES them so Darry pulled some overtime and got him contacts

-Worries a lot about Darry, not just because he tries to carry too much roofing at once and regularly hurts his back, but also because he’s terrified of what could happen if Darry was to somehow slip off a roof

-His middle class school friends think he’s REALLY cool (like Pony, they’re all a bunch of nerds) and Pony loves it because the entire gang very much does not

-His school friends are also TERRIFIED of the gang, like they see Two-bit or Steve coming to talk to him and hightail it out of there. They’re even scared of Johnny which Ponyboy thinks is hilarious (he doesn’t realize that Johnny’s dark gaze and bruises are terrifying to someone who doesn’t know how he got them)

-Thinks Curly Shepard is the funniest person alive and is determined that Curly never find that out

-Cannot for the life of him figure out why Johnny and Curly don’t get along

-Tutored Two-bit in English so he could finally graduate

-The gang is split between those who are determined to be a good influence on Pony and those who aren’t. Dally and Two-bit are the bad influences, Johnny tries to be a good influence, and Steve claims to not give a fuck but is the best influence of all in that he’s never let/asked/encouraged Pony to take part in illegal activities 

-Pony thinks Curly Shepard is good looking in a dangerous way. Real good looking in fact.

-Is NOT afraid of girls no matter what that Johnny Cade says (I mean it man I ain’t SCARED of them, they just don think like us, and quit you’re laughing, it ain’t like you have any luck with girls either-)

-Is TERRIFIED of Tim Shepard 

-Is also terrified of Angela Shepard because even though she has the same eyes as Curly, her's are like a snakes, all cold, emotionless and deadly, whereas Curly’s are always twinkling with ether mischief or anger

-He’s actually really good at stealing things (Two-bit taught him well), he just doesn’t do it often because he feels bad about it. But if a shop employee is rude to him he’s no holds barred and could leave with like half the store under his coat

-Can get away with literally ANYTHING in his English class after he gave Mr. Simes his theme, and uses that fact to his advantage

-Regularly falls asleep in his math class but manages to talk his teacher out of calling Darry every time

-He and Darry have the same taste in literature and regularly share/discuss books. It bores Soda to the point where he jokingly tells them to go back to arguing all the time because it was at least more entertaining to listen to

-Steps on peoples heels when he walks behind them

-HATES country music so fucking much and if Johnny plays that goddamn country record ONE more time-

-Is determined to make sure neither of his older brothers find our just how much time he spends with Curly Shepard

-Cut the blond out of his hair as soon as he possibly could, even though it made his hair shorter than he liked because he hated the light colour more than he hated the short length

-Has the worst poker face known to man but is actually decent at poker (because he cheats, but unlike Sodapop he’s good at cheating so he rarely gets caught)

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 49 – SMUT PT. 2

dick drunk by mistymountainking

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 17,650 Tags: Alcoholism, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms

Summary: “I’m going to fuck you stupid,” Steve says, pulling away only a fraction of an inch to say it, a promise as deep and certain as the look in his eyes, “and you’re going to take it. Aren’t you, Tony.” Tony wants a drink. Steve gives him something else.

Reasons why I love it: If you like protective Steve giving it to Tony so good that he forgets about his itch to drink, then you are in luck, because this fic is amazing. It's so fucking hot, there are feels and filth in equal measure, and their dynamic is incredible. Definitely read this one, it's one of my favorite smut fics ever!

It Might Almost Be Worth It by nightwalker

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 7,425 Tags: Asexual Steve, Sex Pollen, Declarations of Love

Summary: Tony couldn’t decide if this was more humiliating or frustrating, but either way it was easily the worst thing that had happened all week.

Reasons why I love it: I've never thought about the implications of asexual people getting hit by sex pollen, but after reading this fic, I want 339859 more fics with this exact same premise! The conflict and emotions are so good, especially because nightwalker is such a fantastic writer. I adore this fic, and I bet you will too!

Just a Few More Sets by FrankTheSnek

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,151 Tags: PWP, Frottage, Workout Sex

Summary: As soon as the soldier's elbows locked up Tony moved. Swiftly unfolding his legs and stretching them out under his partner. “Tony, what are you–” Tony ignored him, lying down fully and shimmying his way under Steve the same way he would a car he was working on. He shifted and squirmed a little, finally settling and smirking up at the other man. Steve hadn't broken form and was staring down at him with wide slightly confused eyes. “Continue,” Tony said as if it were obvious. (Or, Tony is horny and tired of waiting for Steve to finish working out.)

Reasons why I love it: Cue the kink I never knew I had, Jesus Christ, this is so hot. Frank really has their voices down, and the way they write smut is phenomenal, I was fanning myself like a Victorian lady the first time I read this. I adore this fic, and if you haven't read it yet, then you definitely should!

I'm Your Nickelodeon by Cluegirl

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 22,381 Tags: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Game of Chicken

Summary: It was just a little furtive jacking-off in the shower; no harm done, and Steve's seen worse in the army. Heck, he's seen worse on Tony's YouTube tag, so why on earth Tony hiding in his workshop over it now?

Reasons why I love it: Steve Double-Dog-Dare-Me Rogers is the best thing since sliced bread. I adore this game they're playing, they're both so deep into it and yet so oblivious at the same time, I love it. This fic is as fun as it is hot as hell, and if you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend that you do!

Slap you on the back and say “Please” by scribblywobblytimeylimey

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 3,339 Tags: Bi-Curiosity, Accidental Bondage, Coming in Pants

Summary: The attack comes unexpectedly, in the middle of a meeting and without his suit. He manages fine - he's not a child - and, alright, he had a bit of help. But then the roof decides to go and collapse on him. Good thing Steve was there to jump on top of him before the ceiling did. Only thing is: now, they're kind of stuck. And while Steve is visibly displeased with the situation, certain parts of him disagree with that consensus. It's almost impossible not to have a long, hard think about your sexuality when you've got an aroused super-soldier pinned on top of you for an indeterminate length of time. Especially if he's admitting his boner is not exactly coincidental.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is one of my absolute favorites. I always love a Steve who is completely overwhelmed by his desire for Tony, and this version of him fits that to a T. Plus, the entire smutty bit is fantastic, it's so hot. Definitely check this one out!

[hurtspideyparker]

The Avengers as High School Friend Group Archetypes

Tony Stark: Mentally ill friend. Made too many suicide jokes so his friends forced him into therapy. Flakes out on plans a lot. Either has a God complex or the worst self-esteem known to humankind. Freaks everyone out when he texts goodbye in the gc without context (he's just going on a business trip)

Bucky Barnes: Black cat. Hisses at everyone but Steve. Great at holding his boundaries but comes off aloof. Nobody is sure if he actually likes them but would secretly kill for all his friends. Hides in shadows and jumpscares everyone with his lurking. Secretly naps on Sam's bed when no one's looking

Steve Rogers: Mom friend. Always has granola bars, Tylenol, and a Tide to Go on him. Organizes the group hangouts and reminds everyone when they have a dentist appointment. Everyone's parents love him, "you can go if Steve's going" vibe. Constantly getting his friends out of trouble (secretly encourages them). His romantic life is a disaster

Thor Odinson: Gym bro. Eats eggs, chicken and rice everyday. Forces his friends to join him in the gym and comments about them not eating enough protein. Genuinely cares for their health, will get them out of bed for food and fresh air when they're sad. Goes through protein powder like Tony went through cocaine in the 80s

Peter Parker: Annoying little brother. Someone's mom definitely made them bring him to the big kid hangout. Everyone bullies him but he doesn't realize it, he just likes the attention from the cool older kids. Sam and Bucky hold him upside down from his ankles till he gets dizzy and Steve makes them put him down. Everyone is super protective of him when he's outside the friend group (hey, only we get to be mean to him)

Sam Wilson: Therapist friend. Gets way too many texts at 3 am. Extremely emotionally mature but laughs at fart jokes. Knows everyone's trauma and will use it against them if provoked. Strangers randomly vent to him in public. Gentle parents adults when they're upset. Nobody ever asks him how he is

Natasha Romanoff: Man hater. All her best friends are men and none of them are actually sure if she's joking about hating them. Mean but never takes things too far. Flirts constantly because she thinks it's funny but is really awkward and bad at it when she genuinely likes someone. Hates when someone treats her like a man / "one of the bros", wishes she had more female friends

Bruce Banner: Bad luck friend. Can not catch a break. Everytime they hear from him something new has gone wrong in his life. His dog threw up on his bed, his computer broke before a huge deadline, his favourite sweater shrunk in the dryer. Just a disaster of a human. Constantly has some minor injury, from inexplicable bruises to a sprained wrist. Never having a good day but tries to remain positive. Anxious

Clint Barton: Class clown. Will make a fool of himself in front of every pretty girl in his vicinity. Is actually only funny half the time, the other half he's just loudly wrong. Confidence is key for him. Can charm and talk his way out of anything. Will make everyone laugh at the worst moments. Women reject him because he has a girl best friend

Wanda Maximoff: Boy crazy. Is ready to talk about her crush, boyfriend, or situationship at any given moment. Is never single for longer than a month. Will not take shit from a man and makes sure her and her friends are treated properly. Surprisingly good at balancing her friendships and relationships, doesn't neglect people. Has Pinterest boards for her wedding, dream home, and decor. Wants to be a stay at home mom. Big Swiftie and went to the Eras Tour

Pietro Maximoff: Unemployed friend. Always doing the most random thing on a Tuesday morning. One day he's kayaking in British Columbia, the next he's joined an MLM scam. He has a new cat? He adopted him from Istanbul on that trip no one knows about. He's drinking fresh lemonade? He actually volunteers with disabled elderly and Doris gives him lemons from her tree. Knows how to cook a turkey. Unclear if he's homeless or not, usually sleeping on a friend's couch or at a random woman's place (still on the couch)

[queen-of-the-avengers]

My One and Only, My Lifeline

Pairing: NASCAR!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: angst, crash and injuries

Summary: Steve is a famous NASCAR driver who finds the thrill in driving at high speeds. You’re there at every one of his races, praying that he’ll make it out without injury. Sometimes, God doesn’t answer prayers and then the worst happens.

Squares Filled: "I'm just trying to sound tough" (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: i saw this video on tiktok and i immediately drew inspiration for it. go check it out!

x

One of the most dangerous jobs in your opinion is race car driving like NASCAR, but your boyfriend is very skilled at it. He has always had a passion for racing even when he was a teenager. There were underground racing groups that would take their precious muscle cars and go so far out of town that there wouldn’t ever be people on the road to crash into. Hundreds of kids would gather to watch the race and almost all of them would place bets on the best driver, that being Steve.

Steve claimed he loved the thrill of it but you know the fame was a big part of it to. He felt untouchable. Everyone tried racing him but he had all the best things. It didn’t help his dad was the best mechanic in town that would often supply Steve with the best parts. Still, Steve didn’t need it. He had raw talent on his side.

There was this one time when Steve’s opponent got so mad that he lost against him that he declared a rematch but the driver had to pick who got to drive their car. He picked someone he thought was the best while Steve immediately went to you. You have never driven like he does a day in your life but he trusted you to drive his car without question.

He sat in the passenger seat and watched you with heart eyes as you drove as smoothly as he did. The cops were called about the illegal racing and came to shut it down, and you passed by the finish line and continued driving away. The cops almost nailed you two but you made a swift escape by outrunning a train. There was an opening that Steve didn’t think you’d make but you proved him wrong that night.

It was thrilling but it was something you never wanted to do again. You’d leave that for Steve to do.

Eventually, he moved out of state with you and applied for NASCAR. It took him a long time to actually drive on the track and when he did, he impressed everyone. His rise to fame was fast, almost too fast for you to keep up. Before, you’d go out with him to the store without issue. Now, you can’t go anywhere without women falling head over heels for him or men asking him to sign things.

It makes Steve happy so you don’t say anything about it. It could be worse but you often wish that things could go back to underground racing and running from the cops.

You walk into the area with your laminated VIP pass slung over your neck like a necklace. From Steve’s first race to now, you have never missed one. Even when you were in the hospital for a broken leg, you still found a way to cheer him on from the stands. Steve’s been part of the same pit crew for years so they all know you like you’re part of their little family. They allow you to be with the crew because you’re always out of their way.

All you want to do is support your man as close as you can get.

“Hey, Tony!” you greet the man responsible for designing Steve’s car. Tony took a shot at Steve years ago and has been his sponsor ever since. “How’s Pepper?”

“At home with Morgan. I told her she could come but she didn’t want Morgan around here.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want a six-year-old here either.”

“You’re here.” You turn around and see Steve jogging over to you. “I’m just about to go out.”

“Go kill it, baby,” you grin.

He kisses you twice--once because he loves you and one more for good luck. He slides his helmet on and hops into his car through the window since the doors don’t open. Cars don’t have any opening doors to protect the drivers in case they crash. They can roll safely knowing a door won’t open and they’d be ejected from it. You fear for Steve’s life whenever he gets into that car and pray that he makes it through this race unscathed.

It’s worked so far… until it doesn’t.

Steve slides into his car and does the pre-race checkup with his pit crew before driving over to the group of cars that are already driving slowly along the track. They do that as they wait for everyone to prepare for it. As soon as everyone is in line, they set up the starting line witht he large green flag in the air. Just like how a flip is switched, every single driver presses on the accelerator and the race is on.

It’s hard to determoine who will come out on top in the beginning os everyone is fair game. It’s only until they reach the mid-mark that people start to get an idea of who is going to come in the first five spots. Steve pulls into the pit area and stops so his crew can give the car fuel and change his tires all at an alarming speed. It amazes you how quickly his team works.

You sit with your elbows on your knees and rub your hands together from how nervous you are. Cars race by in the blink of an eye, round and round they go. This race is three hundred and twelve laps and Steve just passed the three hundred mark. The race is nearly done and he is neck and neck with his biggest opponent, Baron Zemo.

“Y/N, he wants to talk to you.”

You get up and take the headset from one of the crew members, Bucky.

“Steve?”

“Baby, talk to me. Give me words of encouragement.”

“You can do this, Steve. I’m so proud of you and I’ll be proud of you no matter the outcome.”

“No, do better.”

“Uh… Oh! If you don’t win this, I’m going to leave you for another man.”

“No man will ever get the chance to touch you,” he smirks.

“Go kill it, baby.”

“You know I will.”

You take the headset off and hand it back to Bucky. Eleven laps to go.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

You’re standing on the edge where the concrete barricade is. It feels like your head is going to explode from the lack of oxygen because you’re holding your breath in anticipation. If you even blink, you fear you’ll miss it.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Nearly there. Steve and Zemo are neck and neck as they come across the final three laps. You’re not sure which one is going to win. One half of the audience is cheering for Steve while the other half is rooting for Zemo.

Three.

Two.

You prayed for tonight to go according to plan but not all prayers reach God. There are some that fall through the cracks, this time, it’s yours. It’s the last lap and it’s clear that Zemo isn’t going to win this one. He does the one thing that would ensure his first place prize. All it takes it one swerve of his car and Steve gets thrown off balance. His car is slammed into concrete wall before swerving toward the grass. It flips twice and comes to a screeching halt.

Time slows down for you. Nothing else matters but your boyfriend. You open your mouth and scream his name but you don’t hear it. You heave yourself over the concrete barricade and sprint right into the tracks. The crew members try grabbing at you to keep you from running onto the tracks with dozens of racecars.

Silence befalls the audience as they watch with horror from the accident. Not even Zemo’s side are cheering for his run. Everyone saw what he did. He betrayed Steve and causes him to crash just so he could get the nearly eight million dollars. You take a step onto the track and almost get knocked back by cars speeding past you.

You find your first opening and run across the track as fast as you can before the next wave of cars can come. Thirty feet before you get to Steve’s car, the engine blows up in flames. Reality comes rushing at you at full speed.

“Steve!”

HIs pit crew is already trying to make their way over to help but you’re not sure what they can do about the smoke bellowing out of the car. You get on your knees and look through the open window to see him coughing inside.

“Steve! Grab my hand!”

Steve looks at you with dazed eyes. He must have hit his head on the ceiling. He struggles to get into a position that can slide him right out of the car but he doesn’t stop trying. You reach in to help but your arm touches the hot, hot metal of the dashboard. You hiss in pain but ignore it because Steve is top priority.

Bucky grabs your shoulder and gently moves you out of the way so that he and the crew can get him out. They’re better qualified than you are. Bucky pulls Steve out of the car only moments before the rest of the car gos up in flames. He has scratches to his leg and bruising on his face but you think he’ll be okay.

“Y/N, are you nuts? You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“You’re bleeding, Steve.”

“I’m okay.” He winces from pain which means he’s clearly not okay. “Okay, I’m just trying to sound tough. You really shouldn’t have come out here. It was stupid.”

“Nothing is stupid when it comes to you. I thought… I can’t lose you, Steve.”

Steve stays seated on the ground and waits for the paramedics to come and you sit right nex to him to keep him company. Steve grabs your hand and notices the burn on your forearm.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re burned. You could have died.”

“So could you. Your life is tied to mine. If you die, then I die.”

Steve kisses you quickly to assure you that he’s going to be okay.

“I can’t die now,” he chuckles painfully. “Winning means nothing if you’re not next to me.”

x

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[that-one-english-nerd]

The Outsiders x EPIC : The Musical -

so i was listening to the new EPIC saga yesterday and naturally, because i can’t listen to music w/o relating it to my hyperfixations, i started thinking about the outsiders. specifically, i was listening to luck runs out and my friend and i were talking… and we were like “this song is so soda talking to darry about going to war,” so this sparked this post!

so i got to re-listening to the entirety of epic and was thinking how much it fits if soda were to genuinely survive the war but come back only a shell of himself… so this is what were going with.

(i will say before we even begin, i have limited knowledge on the vietnam war so if some of this is vague or inaccurate, forgive me)

i think there two ways you could picture this, a greek mythology au and realistic, vietnam war au. i was thinking, if we’re talking in reality standpoint, all the gods or even monsters are visions in soda’s mind (due to ptsd, other mental illness gained from war or physical injuries) as he’s traveling and committing more and more violence. is some of this a strench…? yes but this is js for kicks and giggles, humor me here lolol

either way, these are my assignments of characters. i need you to HEAR ME OUT (there’s explanations of songs under the list of characters) on these -

odysseus : soda

polites : steve

eurylochus : tim

zeus : dally

polyphemus : ……..bob

athena : darry

aeolus : cherry

circe : marcia

hermes : two-bit

penelope & telemachus : ponyboy & darry (these can be switched, doesn’t matter rlly)

calypso: sandy (…get it, cause calypso lives on an island)

poseidon : dally

tiersus : johnny (cause i HAD to include him somewhere)

song and character explanations under cut ~

song explanations :

the horse and the infant - i like to think that, while it was awful and so much worst than soda could of ever imagined, because of his constant optimism and general skills, he was someone many of his fellow soldiers looked up to. i’ll get into details when i get to luck runs out, but if we’re relating this specifically to epic, making him apart of the navy would work best (being all the time they spend traveling and at seas). anyways, therefore, overtime, due to his higher morale and just general skills, he gets a higher rank and a crew to care for. soda is rallying his crew for an attack, and thinking of who he was fighting for, ponyboy and darry.

now this is where it would differ from a greek mythology au, but just for the sake of making it easier on myself, this is the more realistic possibility. i like to think that being how in epic, this is the end of the trojan war, this would be a kind of flash forward, after soda had already been dealing w all this trauma. but, as i’ve mentioned, i like to envision dally‘s ghost (a vision soda has of him at least) as zeus, specifically before soda has to do something terrible to the enemy. dally is like, “you’re in a war man, just *do it*.”

for a less interesting but more realistic answer, you could say zeus was one of soda’s commanding officer or something but that’s less fun lolol

anyways, this is the beginning, as it is for odysseus, of soda completely losing his innocence.

just a man - (tw for child-related violence and war crimes) so, as it is in epic, you could picture this as an enemy leader’s son, and how this boy reminds soda of ponyboy in a way. this song is kinda self explanatory tho, soda takes this blow, and this guilt plagues his mind for the rest of the first act.

full speed ahead - so, with the vietnam war, there was an insaneeee draft process. and in relation to the story, those who were poor were more likely to be drafted than those who were going to college and able to pay tutition, being how they got an exemption from the draft. so i think the idea as tim of all people getting drafted and getting put under soda’s command (which is a shock to both of them) really interesting, being how we never really got to see their dynamic in the outsiders. so having tim, whose more on the ruthless side, as soda’s right hand and being more quick to violence makes sense to me. on the other hand, my favorite character headcanon, steve as polities. i think the idea of steve not giving a second thought to following soda into war makes a lot of sense, and being how soda had more of a responsibility on his shoulders, steve keeps more of his naiveness and “innocence” than soda does.

open arms - my stevepop heart loves this so much. over the time of war, soda became less and less like his normal self and steve knows that. he could always tell. so once they finally have time to themselves, he tries to remind soda of how life used to be, how there’s still good. the roles switch from soda normally being the optimistic one, reassuring everyone else, to steve doing the same for him. they mean sm to your honor :((

warrior of the mind - now, from a plot standpoint, i can fs see this as what soda pictures how darry would think of him now, or even how ponyboy would. soda kinda flashes back to their childhood, how both darry and soda were really close when they were kids, being how they both balanced each other out. but after their parents died, darry became a parental figure instead, athena-like you could say.

but ignoring plot, i think song really fits darry and ponyboy, espically with the “don’t disappoint me” and “he’s a warrior of the mind” because of ponyboy’s academic achievements.

polyphemus - now do i know how this would fit into the plot to be honest.. i just think the idea of bob (bob’s ghost if you will) or some soc showing up in soda’s path makes sense.

butttt once again, if you want something more realistic, you could make it someone on the enemy side.

survive - soda just seems like he’d be hella good with battle morale and strategy, what can i say? …also, as much as it breaks my heart, steve following soda into war and dying an early death makes sense but is equally as heartbreaking ;(

remember them - i think the slow fade-in near the beginning of the song gives very big soda energy. disassociating but then switching right back into gear (masking emotions for the sake of others) is something that comes natural to him. i also commented on this earlier but for as much as soda calls himself dumb, i think his street smarts are really good and being able to talk his way out of things or tricking people into believing lies is something he’s great at (which makes sense in context of the cyclops plot). plus the stupid decision of having mercy on…bob, a soc, an enemy, idfk, and then telling them his name makes more sense in the context of just losing steve and therefore making rash decisions because of this sudden lose.

my goodbye - soda seeming to “lose” darry’s positive view of him, at least in soda’s mind, because of all he had done and lost. this, of course, is simply what soda thinks darry would say if he was there. because of this, he pushes the “what would darry do?” mindset out of his head.

storm - not much to highlight in this song except for how soda is a badass captain™️

luck runs out - now of course, i keep mentioning this song as the beginning of this war au because while s.e. hinton technically said soda was drafted, i think it’s very possible that soda and his optimism view on life would easily be more swayed to propaganda to enlist rather than be drafted. plus, with becoming a soldier, a certain amount of money is given to you monthly (at least i think-). this, i think, is another pro to the idea of enlisting in soda’s mind because he wants to help better provide for his brothers.

but generally plot wise, soda taking on this positive mindset of “i can just go and ask for help” is almost a tribute to steve and what he wanted. but on the other hand, you have tim, who knows that not everyone is as welcome to help, especially after dally died from police brutality.

keep your friends close - not much to say about this either but for the fact that aeolous being cherry is very fun to think about. while the meaning of this lyric means very different things in the context of the outsiders versus epic, the line “keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” does really fit with cherry. ponyboy being the “enemy” that she quickly befriends and keeping him close. but soon, she starts giving info to the greasers, the socs in her eyes almost becoming the real “enemy”. might be wrong though, interpret it however you like, i just think it fits cherry!

also the “everything’s changed since polities” line really fits into how i think soda would grieve for steve while still at war. he has to stay strong for his crew but they all sense, *know* something’s off with soda, and put the pieces together that this is because of steve. without steve, soda doesn’t have as high of a morale on life in general, and therefore the crew doesn’t. which fits in with them (kinda accidentally) turning on him.

ruthlessness - now HERE ME OUT HERE, if bob is the cyclops, rather than dally seeing him as a “son”, him being like “you had mercy on a SOC.” but the “you had mercy on the enemy?!” also works. just in general, i think dally’s memory coming back to haunt soda, espically paired with dally also being zeus, is fitting honestly. while dally wasn’t always ruthless, we gotta keep in mind in this au, this is in soda’s mind. these “gods” or visions of people he once knew, in my eyes, are people coming back to haunt him in his most shameful state. no matter what dally would’ve really said, i picture soda thinking how disappointed the people he loved most would be in him if they saw him in that very moment. also, “ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves” is SO dally.

puppeteer - now again, being how circe is a witch, it’s a bit hard to fit this into a realistic setting but i js thought having marcia as her would be fun bc paired with…

wouldn’t you like - two-bit as hermes, i just think i’d be hilarious. i like to picture this as soda and two-bit on two ends of a phone, and for whatever reason, marcia is there distracting the crew from their goal. soda on one line would be like “so do you know of a soc named marcia” and two-bit on the other end like, “OMG WE WENT OUT ONE TIME, this is how to scare her off”

done for - self-explanatory, not much to say here tbh. marcia’s just iconic.

there are others ways - (with my stevepop heart) if like to think that *right after* steve’s death, it would be pretty much impossible for soda to be “seduced” as well as the idea of pony and darry waiting for him would keep him focused on the end goal in that moment.

the underworld - i kinda like the idea of the underworld not being the actual underworld but a very dark and dangerous place, with the visions of the dead and soda’s past traumas coming back to bite him in that moment. the line between reality and fiction is a hard line to draw in that very moment. ALSO STEVE AND SODA’S MOM😭😭

no longer you - you know i HAD to include him somewhere, so here’s johnny finallyyyyy. i don’t really have much of an explanation other than being johnny’s quieter personality, him seeing everything in a way, him being tierras just makes sense.

monster - soda losing his mind finally and willing to do anything to drive these ghosts of the past out of his mind and get home to his brothers. self-explanatory :)

being how all the songs aren’t out yet, i’m just gonna stop here. thanks for listening to my yapping my boredom has created :) enjoy listening!

[stevie-petey]

hello m i hope you are well. would you believe this was an excellent time for me to read your fic, truly what i needed tonight!! not to get #intoit #toodeep but a blowout fight with my mother puts me right in the headspace to ruminate on childhood and how to carry it inside of you in a way that doesn't hurt.

One thing before i start crying, i love this line so much, "Passenger seat is reserved for girls I’m dating.” passenger princess bug iktr!!!

Steve and bug finally, FINALLY being in a stable place with each other is so beautiful <3. i love them so much. them actually talking about what is happening between them, finally trusting each other enough to be open and vulnerable is tooooo good, espcially since we've seen what it took for them to get here. i am terrified for how this will break down in s4. Steve offering to come back to weathertop when bug is thinking about how she used to come with jon as she's about to lose jon......i love that he's doing that for her and with her <3333. i love that nancy promises bug to take care and keep jon safe. i love that nancy and steve do that for bug and jon. i love that they reassure to be their new person responsible. i also love that weathertop is a special place for both bug and dustin's first loves <3. i love how they keep making places more comfortable for each other. steve making the beatles a beautiful memory again, bug making the flower field into a nice birthday date with her joy about his best birthday gift in the world is really what love is all about. i also really, really loved their conversation about luck and love, and i have a nagging feeling in my mind it will come back in s4 to confront bug as she finally exhales the mountain of grief she is holding onto. i am trying to find the words, because i don't really believe in luck very much, but i do believe in counting your blessings, and the i find the act of counting the blessing of how many people love you, and you get to love back, no matter how it ends in circumstances out of your control, a very brave thing to do. Joyce asking bug to live the life she decides is so special <3. a mother figure who actually knows bug to her core and knows the totality of bug's circumstances and then tells bug that she deserves a happy life is soooooo special and beautiful <33333. i love that joyce gets to be the person who tells her that, especially since joyce herself is so kind despite everything she's been through. i always thought bug would be like joyce when she grew up.

I also really shortly would like to also talk about bug and her guilt. i'm sure this will come up terribly for her in s4, but it really fascinates how much bug takes everything on herself, and i also don't really understand it either, but it does make her very interesting. even taking on the guilt of billy's death when it truly wasn't her fault at all in any way, jesus christ she's like a catholic saint. guilt isn't very logical and i really, truly get that, but i just idk, feel very sad that she feels that way at all, i wish i could talk to her about it.

i also loved this part, "Nancy screams back at you now, insulted that you truly believe she would ever leave her brother behind willingly. She wouldn’t do that. She knows that you know this." st has always been bad at handling the emotional consequences for their characters, but i really wish we got more nancy and mike. they're a complicated relationship because they weren't close before the upside down but obviously they love each other and are siblings, and like bug said, siblings are too strong of a bond to shake off in the worst cases. i wish they got more time in the show to breathe.

Finally i love the way bug's childhood ends softly and not the violent end she was sure of. "Time stands still. You’re seventeen and your childhood is coming to a close." Bug is so lucky to know she's in the good old days when they're happening to her. I don't like jonathan very much, but i appreciate they were kids together. they were almost girls together. having to figure out how to be adults apart is difficult for friends with less complicated histories.

This was a really beautiful story. I hope you know how much richer you make this story, and how much life you breathe into this world.

hi darling <333

passenger seat line ,,, i was DYING to write it for MONTHS !!!! my god it makes me giggle thinking about it. like yes steve pls dub me ur passenger princess <3

you understood the luck and love monologue perfectly. i also really do believe its brave to continue loving everyone and everything around you even in the most grim circumstances. its brave to keep loving even if the love itself has faded. to try again, to be human in doing so, its my favorite thing ever. its why i adore steve n bug so much. theyre trusting one another to love again, to try once more to accept the love theyre scared of. its raw and its tender and its terrifying. loving someone after your first love is i think, personally, the most authentic type of love. its the most vulnerable you will ever be and lowkey why im scared to love again as well.

the joyce and bug scene <333 theyre so special to me. bug really is the daughter joyce never had. she sees so much of herself in bug (and i also 100% picture an older bug just being joyce) and bug loves her like a mother as well. claudia is wonderful, but as you said: she doesnt know what bug has been through like joyce does. all claudia can do is patch up bugs wounds afterwards. its what made the scene so special to me: joyce reads bug so well, shes watched her take care of her boys the whole time shes known her, so for joyce to tell bug that she doesnt blame her ,,, its huge. to be told to live the life you deserve by the woman who you admire heavily is such an impactful thing.

bug and her guilt ,,, whew. youre so right that a lot of her guilt is irrational, thats the whole point. she piles so much on herself (we saw this more in season 2) because she physically cannot help it. its in her bones. she has to help, and in her eyes when her help fails, its her fault regardless of the circumstances. its such a #healthy way to live LMAO (season 4 will ruin her)

JUSTICE FOR THE WHEELERS UR SO RIGHT !!! its always bugged me that we never really see mike and nancy being siblings. nancy wasnt really concerned for mike (who had just lost his best friend mind you) in season 1 until WAY after he had gotten into so much shit. i hate the way the siblings are written, we so rarely get to see them be concerned for one another :(

and finally the goodbye scene. sigh. ive had her in my mind since we started season 2. i love her dearly, and the line with bug saying her and jon were more than just kids will stick with me forever. for some gnarly m lore: my first love and i were childhood best friends. when we broke up and severed all contact (because im insane), it truly did feel like my childhood had come to a close. it was terrifying. there i was, 19 and grieving, and i didnt know how to be someone without my ex. i wanted to portray that fear with jon and bug. when you grow up with someone, when this person knows everything about you, and they suddenly leave, its the most painful and confusing thing. i cannot explain it. but knowing that my childhood lives in my ex boyfriend, the same way his lives in me, even though we havent spoken in almost two years ,,, it haunts me, and yet oddly its comforting.

i was a kid with him. somewhere, a piece of me still is. im still that kid he met when we were 14, and hes still that kid to me, and i think its beautiful :)

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Dark Tony Stark x Reader

Pairing: Dark Tony Stark x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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REQUEST: If possible, please can you do Yandere Tony Stark with a reader that understands how far he could go/went for her by speaking to the others ? Like, they explain to her what happened on a specific event or he did after she left, things like that please ?

@zzguguszz

WARNINGS: --

AN: Hope you enjoy this. I tried my best :)

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“and then Tony sent those flying suits searching for you, but no luck there. I think he also tried having Jarvis tracking down your phone, but you left that device at home so no luck there. Then he hacked into all the surveillance cameras around the city to catch an image of you, but no luck there so he ....”

Steve keeps talking, not noticing that you are no longer paying attention to him but instead you’re too absorbed by the graphic description of Tony’s overprotective behavior over you.

The worst thing is that you were only gone for one hour, taking that time as a short self-recharging time at the park where you just relaxed at the quiet park. 

Now you’re at the Compound, sitting in the conference room with Steve while he rambles about how stressed Tony was while you were gone.

Ever since you arrived at the Avenger’s compound, you’ve been approached by Natasha, Steve and 5 other people, all of them worried about you and a possible kidnapping of yours, all according to what Tony had told them. 

It surprises you how Tony is starting to become more and more protective since he has always been so laid back and carefree yet lately he’s always trying to be with you or sending one of his suits to look after you.

Maybe it’s because of his work as an Avenger and the things he has to deal with but either way, it’s changing him. It’s starting to make you feel less and less passionate about your relationship, as you’re slowly being suffocated by his smothering nature. 

Just as you’re deep in those disturbing thoughts, the door bursts wide open, revealing a very angry Tony with his armor slowly retracting back.

Steve shuts up and quietly leaves the room, leaving the two of you alone. You stand up as Tony practically runs towards you, lifting you into a bone-crunching hug. 

“God, do you know how worried I was? I was losing my damn mind over it!” he says, his hand supporting the back of your head as he holds you close against him.

You try pushing him away, but to no avail. 

“Tony, I’m completely fine! I only went out for a bit, not a big deal. You’re just being overdramatic.” you say as he finally pulls back a bit, still keeping his arms around you. His eyes are incredulous as they stare into you. 

“I’m being overdramatic? You fucking left for a few hours, without a trace. No message, no phone call. Nothing.” he foams with rage while loudly spitting the words. It makes you a bit scared to see him losing his temper, you’ve never seen him so upset.

Something in his expression changes as he looks at you. 

“Things are gonna change from now on. You’re not allowed to leave the mansion anymore unless you have permission.” he firmly declares. You scoff, baffled at his ridiculous words. 

“Not funny, Tony.” you shrug it off, rolling your eyes at him. Tony takes in a sharp breath as his expression hardens. There’s no humor in his face and that’s when it hits you that he’s not playing around. 

“I’m not joking, Y/N. In case you haven’t noticed, the world is dangerous and it’s getting worse, so I’m not gonna risk it. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, even if I have to become the bad guy here. You’re mine and I’ll protect you with my life.” 

[becca-e-barnes]

hi Becs! I am OBSESSED with Bucky being in love with Steve's girlfriend so maybe a drabble about what he does when he hears Steve and reader have sex?

Something about how desperate he is to taste her and to be in Steve's place, touching her, feeling her around him. Getting so hard he has to touch himself and he knows it's wrong but he can't help it, it's so much he can't take it (and let's not forget you are moaning in the next room - maybe not Steve's name but something more generic so he feels it's for him)

You are a God and I'll be here for whenever you write a fic about it, thank u ❤

Today is that day babe!! I've been thinking about this for so long and it feels so good to be posting a full fic again! 😫 (I put a little spin on this, I hope you don't mind!) No one has ever called me a God before and honestly, I am way too excited about it ahahaha

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Bucky has totally fallen for Steve's girlfriend but that makes living together quite difficult

Warnings: Smut, vaginal intercourse, double penetration, oral sex (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, pull out method, cum play, orgasm denial, male masturbation, praise kink, little bit of degradation, pet names, teasing, voyeurism, light choking

Minors, do not interact.

Life. Life just isn’t fucking fair.

That’s one thing that Bucky Barnes had noticed over the (many) years he’d been alive.

Some people had endless luck right from the day they were born. Some people found themselves lucky later in life. He didn’t fall into either category.

Steve on the other hand… In Bucky’s head, Steve fell into the second category. Sure his life hadn’t always been perfect but now Steve was happy. Completely, utterly, undeniably happy. He had everything he had ever dreamed of. He had a nice little apartment, a cute dog and the most perfect woman Bucky had ever laid his eyes on.

But that was the problem. Bucky had laid his eyes on you. He just hadn’t been able to tear them away ever since. And unfortunately, Bucky was also their roommate, living in the same flat, spending all his time around the pair.

It was so wrong. So so wrong of Bucky to be thinking about his best friend’s girl. For a while, everything was fine, Bucky could pretend he didn’t think about you, could pretend you didn’t leave him more than a little speechless. He could pretend his chest didn’t clench when you smiled at Steve and he could act like his heart didn’t fall out his ass when you told Steve you loved him.

He’d got all too good at pretending and in all fairness, it was working well for him.

No one knew that he groaned your name at night, his flesh hand working over his leaking cock, his toned body stretched out, naked on the bed as he groaned and sighed, imagining any number of obscene situations with you.

Those weren’t even the worst nights for him though. No, the worst nights came when both you and Steve were home, tangled in your bedsheets together, panting and moaning, caught up in the lust that came with being so entirely in love.

He hadn’t meant for things to get so out of hand, he truly hadn’t. But now Bucky almost looked forward to those evenings. The evenings where the sounds of your love making with Steve traveled through the paper thin walls, filling Bucky’s room too. He did everything he could to ignore your gasps of pleasure. He truly did. He longed to be able to block it out but the sound quickly became addictive.

It wasn’t long before the fantasy had been built up in Bucky’s head, a fantasy that when he listened to your sweet, desperate pleas, had his hand tugging his cock once more, not even able to stop when he finished if you and Steve were still going. Listening to your needy whimpers had him hard again in seconds and he was never quite sure if he should applaud Steve for his stamina or curse him for it. God, he longed to be the one making you squirm, he ached to be the one filling you up, making you tremble and drench the bedsheets beneath you.

But you were Steve’s happiness, not his. He was always reminded of that when the high wore off and the endorphins faded. He was reminded by Steve’s confidence the following morning, lounging in his grey sweatpants with a smug smile on his face. A further reminder always came when he saw you, a content glow to your skin and one of Steve’s t-shirts covering most of your body.

He wasn’t sure which was harder to tolerate.

But what Bucky didn’t realise was that you both knew. Steve saw how Bucky looked at you, how his eyes always softened when you spoke. He noticed how Bucky would sacrifice anything for you, no matter how much it meant to him. Bucky was always keen to give up his chance to choose on movie night, telling you that you’d had a hard week and that you deserved to watch whatever you like. Hell, he’d give you the last bite of food off his plate if you asked for it.

Steve had never really been the possessive type when it came to you. Not with Bucky at least, in fact, it turned you both on to know how thin the walls were because it truly went both ways. There was no doubt in either of your minds that Bucky could hear you when you made love and you almost played up on it because it was so exciting to hear how Bucky entirely lost control.

He tried to be quiet, he truly did but you knew he must have absolutely no idea that he rarely managed to stifle his whimpers. He couldn’t contain his little cries of your name and while Bucky always thought he was quiet enough, when you and Steve listened closely, they were always there in the background.

But what Bucky didn’t know was how heavily Steve played into the fantasy to add to your pleasure. He couldn’t possibly miss how Bucky’s groans made you wetter, sweet cries leaving your lips while Steve ate you like a man starved, Bucky’s whines echoing in the background.

“Fuck, you love this don’t you. My best friend is in there jerking off to you and you’re getting off on it. You know how filthy that is, angel? You know how disgusting and perverted you two are?” Steve’s whisper as he worked two fingers in and out of you only made you grind down harder on him, chasing a release he wasn’t willing to give you yet.

“D-don’t act like your cock isn’t hard too. You love knowing he’s listening as much as I do.” You quipped back, Steve’s plump lips encasing your clit in punishment, sucking in a way that left you squealing.

“Of course I do, God the pair of you are as bad as each other. Can’t stop thinking about it. We need to say something to him sweetheart, he can’t just keep jacking off to us having sex.” Steve’s words were mumbled against your slick folds but you could still make him out, one hand reaching down to grip his hair while he kept working you.

You’d worried this would happen. Steve would reach a point where he had to bring it up to Bucky but then where would that leave your living situation? He would be unbearably uncomfortable around both of you if he even had the faintest idea you could hear him.

“Y-you’re right, oh fuck, you’re right, it needs to stop.” You breathed, happy to agree to anything so long as Steve just kept doing that with his tongue.

“Wait, you want it to stop? I was thinking of inviting him in!” Steve chuckled, the lack of stimulation as he spoke making you whine.

Your head was swimming, right on the edge of a high with no hope of finishing without Steve’s touch. But then your blissed out brain registered what your boyfriend had said. Oh God. He couldn’t possibly mean it?

“W-wait, you want him to join?” You questioned softly, ignoring your own throbbing desire for a second.

Steve looked so beautiful between your thighs, his blue eyes wide and sparkling with mischief.

“I wouldn’t be against it, sweetheart. I’d like to think if it were the other way around and he was dating you, he’d be so kind to me. Plus, I know you’re into it. Just imagine how full we could make you feel together.” Steve mused softly, his filthy whispers broken by soft kisses to your inner thighs.

Your head was just swimming with thoughts of both of them, how they could work together to take you apart and your thoughts weren’t helped by Bucky moaning softly in the background.

“Fuck, I mean…. If you’re okay with it…” You began quietly, watching Steve’s face very carefully just in case his offer was some kind of joke.

The smile on his face when you answered gave away the fact that he was very much serious, his face burying once more between your thighs.

Your head was just swimming at the onslaught of pleasure his tongue brought you, your fingers laced in his blonde hair, grinding your sex against his face.

Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing mattered except finally achieving the orgasm Steve had begun working you towards so long ago. Your head was fuzzy from your approaching high and you knew Steve’s chin must be dripping with your arousal.

“O-oh fuck. Fuck, I’m gonna, oh please, I’m gonna cum.” You cried, louder than ever, your head thrown back, your body tense as your high took over.

But right as you announced the fact you couldn’t hold back any longer, Bucky groaned, low and filthy. He’d never heard you so brazen and unapologetic, clearly not making any attempt to hide your pleasure from him.

But the groan made your head get mixed up. Something went wrong, you were so fuzzy from the endorphins and pleasure that every conscious thought left you and your mouth ran away in a haze, Bucky’s name falling from your lips repeatedly as you gripped Steve’s head.

Steve simply looked up at you after your high had finally subsided, lazily stroking one finger up the length of your sopping cunt, taking in the breathtaking silence from next door.

It sounded like Bucky had frozen, you doubted he had even taken a breath since he heard you chanting his name like that.

“F-fuck Stevie, oh my God I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean… I wasn’t thinking about-” you began, almost ready to cry from the shame and embarrassment. It was one thing to talk about a threesome in a heated moment but it was entirely another to get this wrapped up in it.

“Oh bunny…. You have no idea how we’re going to fucking ruin you tonight.” Steve mused quietly, slipping his finger into his mouth before standing up and heading out the bedroom door, leaving you speechless, trying your best to cover yourself quickly with the duvet. You heard Bucky scramble in the next room, no doubt trying to make himself decent, ready and prepared for the inevitable, horrifyingly awkward conversation he imagined was about to come his way.

But after the door opened, you heard Steve ask him to come in for a chat.

Your insides twisted watching Steve walk back in, his sweatpants bulging painfully, follow by Bucky who looked a whole lot more sheepish but sporting a similar bulge.

“You thinking of my girl Buck? Cause it sure as hell sounds like she’s thinking of you.” Steve began with a sharp edge to his tone, nodding his head towards Bucky’s erection, taking a seat beside your slightly disheveled form on the bed.

“No Steve! Have no idea what you’re talking about!” Bucky protested, looking anywhere but you. He couldn’t meet your gaze, determined he would blow his load untouched if he did.

“We hear you, Buck. We hear the way you moan for her. We hear you whimpering all pathetic, stroking your cock to thoughts of my girl.” The blush that took over Bucky’s cheeks looked painful, now no longer even able to meet Steve’s gaze, never mind yours.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just been so long…” Bucky sounded pitiful, playing with his short fingernails as a distraction.

“Didn’t you hear her Buck? You’re not in any trouble. Wanted to know if you wanted to join me, that’s all.” Steve chuckled, Bucky’s head shooting up immediately.

“Join you where?” Bucky choked out, his mouth practically watering at the implications of what Steve could possibly be saying.

“Join me here. Join me in fucking her. You need to feel the grip her little pussy has, swear there’s nothing on Earth so warm and tight and wet.” Steve smiled, almost as if you weren’t even there.

Bucky couldn’t help the throb of his cock, hearing Steve be so vulgar about you but part of him knew there was no debate here. There was no way he could possibly pass up the chance to be with the girl of his dreams. The girl that made his heart race and his hands tremble and his dick throb.

“Bucky… Please? Can you fill me up?” Your soft whisper made his breath catch in his throat, Steve smirking slightly at your new found confidence. “I know you want to… I hear how you moan for me. I hear how you think about fucking me. Bet I could make you feel better than your fist does.” As you spoke you pushed the duvet down, exposing your bare form to him, making your way over to where he stood.

“I-I’m not sure this is appropriate…” He stuttered quietly, trying to look at anything but you, ignoring the twitching of his cock in his pants as much as possible.

“If you don’t want me Bucky, just tell me.” You soothe, your gaze softening a little but the objection leaves Bucky’s lips faster than you can even register.

“No please, I need you.” He manages to pant out, his flesh hand extending to touch your hip ever so gently. It’s almost like he doesn’t believe you’re real. Like you have to be a figment of his overly horny imagination.

But as soon as his skin meets yours, he knows he’s gone. Your lips hit his, soft and warm and his head is just swimming because shit, how long has it been since he kissed someone?

The kiss gets so intense so quickly, his hands on your waist drifting up over your chest, one hot hand and one cool, drifting over your breasts and tugging gently on your nipples.

You can feel Steve’s eyes on you both, watching as the room fills with the slick sounds of your mouth on Bucky’s and then the sound of Steve’s light breathing, his hand working over his own aching cock.

Bucky’s eyes flutter open for the first time since your lips met his and God, he can’t control himself, groaning so low at the sight of his best friend touching himself.

“If you don’t hurry up and fuck her Bucky, I might have to step in first.” Steve chuckles softly, rolling a hand over his plump balls before tugging on his shaft again.

“Y-you wanna fuck me, Bucky?” The filthy words sound even hotter in your sweet voice and he swears he would never get sick of hearing his name uttered like that.

His mouth is dry as he nods, pulling his own t-shirt off before scooping you up and tumbling messily onto the bed. He just can’t help himself. He knows he can’t. The second he notices your legs spread, welcoming his frame between them, he’s rutting against you. He doesn’t care that his sweatpants are still in the way. He doesn’t care that he’s not even inside you. It’s a small relief and he’s willing to take it.

He’s a groaning mess all of a sudden, your wetness beginning to slick up his sweatpants, making the drag over his sensitive head almost unbearable.

“Need you inside me Bucky, please.” You whimper, gripping the back of his head while he nips and sucks at your neck, worrying the skin ever so slightly.

“God, never coulda dreamed I’d ever get to hear you actually saying that to me.” He groans, kicking his sweats off and exposing his throbbing length. He’s big. Thicker than Steve but not just as long, curved beautifully and weeping, his abs tight as he gives himself a few firm strokes.

He looks beautiful like this, lost in the sight of you spread out beneath him, ready and waiting and dripping for him.

“Let me know if I hurt you angel, we can stop any time you need to.” He soothes, his face so sincere as his grips his length in one hand, leaning forward on the other to kiss you as he lines himself up.

That first slide into you is breathtaking. It’s more of a stretch than sex with Steve, your body struggling to adapt, your walls clinging to him.

“O-oh my God, you’re so tight. Shit, I knew you’d be tight, you’re so small but this is… This is, oh fuck.” He whines, finally bottoming out.

“You should see it from where I’m standing. Fuck, that hole can’t take any more.” Steve gasps, sinking to his knees at the end of the bed, one finger trailing around your slick entrance, testing to ensure there’s not a single millimetre more girth you could take. “She’s stuffed so full Bucky, careful you don’t split my girl in half.”

You can’t help but groan at the feeling of Steve’s finger testing your entrance, probing and pressing and confirming you’re as stretched as you feel.

“Mhm Bucky, fuck, move, oh please baby, gimme more.” Your little pleas take him apart, as does the pet name but he doesn’t have time to think about it as he pulls out, sickeningly slowly, each inch making you feel empty until it’s just his fat tip, barely inside you.

But all of a sudden, your body is stretched to the limit again, the breath knocked from your lungs as Bucky slides back into you with a groan that almost sounds pained.

“Holy shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” He sobs quietly into the crook of your neck, grinding his hips to make sure he’s as deep inside you as possible.

“So big, swear I feel you in my tummy.” Your admission has him gasping again, pulling out before slamming back in, your tits bouncing beautifully.

“Who’s makin’ you feel good babydoll?” Steve urges, sitting down on the bed to watch his best friend slip methodically in and out of you.

“Fuck, Bucky.” You whimper, grasping your own breast while Bucky plays with the other.

“I can’t hear you, angel. Tell the world, come on.” Your boyfriend coaxes, Bucky’s holding his breath as he speeds up his thrusts, determined not to be too loud and drown out your cries of his name.

“Oh fuck, fuck Bucky, holy shit Bucky.” You moan, reaching between your bodies to rub your clit in tight little circles.

“That’s it babydoll, keep going. Scream for me angel.” Bucky encourages, Steve’s hand gripping your thigh, raising it up over Bucky’s shoulder.

The new position has your thighs shaking violently, your sweet spot pounded with every thrust and stars forming behind your eyes.

“Bucky, oh god, I’m gonna cum. Bucky please, I can’t hold- I’m gonna cum.” You whine, Steve’s hand grasping your throat, squeezing gently in the way he knew prolonged your high. His other hand was fisting his own cock in time with Bucky’s punishing thrusts. A thick bead of precum ran down his length, more dripping from him in heavy spurts, trickling down his shaft. He was so close he could almost feel it and how could he help it given how erotic the sight in front of him was.

“Hold on baby, not just yet.” Bucky groaned, his hand swatting yours away from your clit, replacing it with his own metal one.

“Stevie, you wanna stuff her slutty mouth for me? Make sure she’s really nice and full?” Steve didn’t need to be told twice, loving where Bucky’s head was at.

Steve’s cock slipped into your waiting mouth, warm and wet and eager to please, muffling your cries in the most delicious way. The taste of his salty precum filled your mouth but it didn’t take long for his length to slip deeper hitting the back of your throat in a way that only comes with practice.

“Fuck, this throat is made for me.” Steve mumbled, pressing as much of his length into you, watching as he just keeps disappearing into your throat.

You could hardly even think straight, stuffed full of two huge cocks and right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Look so pretty like this. Holy shit, the times I dreamed of having you like this. Dreamed of you choking on Stevie while I fuck you. Dreamed of how this pussy would feel. Doesn’t even come close to the real thing.” Bucky’s thrusts were starting to get erratic, his high so close.

“Ooh fuck, oh fuck, shit, mhm.” Steve grunted suddenly, pulling out of your mouth and jacking his length, head thrown back in such immense pleasure as you gasped for air.

“Bucky, oh God Bucky please, I’m gonna cum, more Bucky, please.” You sobbed, fingers fisting the sheets beneath you.

“Baby, you’re creaming on him, holy shit you’re drippin’, ah fuck I can’t”. Steve wailed, his fist halting suddenly, followed by a long, drawn out groan as he spilled over your chest and face, thick, warm spurts of cum coating your skin.

“Shit, Stevie.” You groaned, the intensity of Bucky’s thrusts making your body bounce as hot splatters of seed continued to paint your skin, your mouth open and tongue pressed flat to your chin to catch as much of his release as possible.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Bucky groaned, his fingers speeding up, directing your attention back to your own impending high.

“Bucky, oh oh Bucky please. Bucky I’m gonna cum. Holy shit, I’m gonna cum. Please just let me.” You gasped, your back arching off the bed, making Steve’s spend glimmer on your skin beautifully.

“Come on Buck, you gonna let our girl finish? Bet it’ll be even better knowing she’s cumming just for you this time.” Steve encouraged, reaching down to pinch at one of your cum splattered nipples, making you writhe even harder.

Bucky’s brain was ready to short circuit. Never mind the thought of you cumming for him, Steve hadn’t called you “his” girl. You were “their” girl in that moment.

“Cum for me, angel. You’ve been such a good girl for me. So fuckin’ pretty.” Bucky breathed, his thrusts beginning to get sloppy but he knew he had to hold off until he had fucked you through your high.

But then it took over. Crashing over you, your body gripping his, trying desperately to milk him of his own release. His name was the only thought left in your head, the filthy sobs leaving your mouth before your brain was even tuned in.

“Fuuuck princess, holy shit, so fuckin’ wet. Oh my god you’re soaking.” Bucky whined, fucking you through as much of your orgasm as he could manage before pulling out, one hand still rubbing your clit, the other working his thick cock until he finished, all over your lower tummy and messy little pussy.

You shuddered feeling Bucky’s hot seed land on you, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through you and his began to consume him. His name tumbled from your lips, almost pathetically, his eyes never leaving you.

Eventually, both his hands stopped. You were sticky and spent, blissed out with your chest heaving and drenched in the cum of two super soldiers.

“You’re so amazing, you know that?” Steve whispered quietly, holding your face so gently, pressing a little kiss to your forehead. He could see just how drained you were, exhausted from being aroused for so long that now, your body was beginning to crash, tiredness taking over.

“You wanna help me clean up our girl, Bucky?” Steve offered gently, glancing over at Bucky who really had no words. He had thought the offer of you being “their” girl had only been to make the sex that little bit more exciting. Bucky hadn’t actually expected to hear Steve say it after the passion had worn off.

“Y-you sure?” Bucky asked, almost doubting he had even heard Steve right.

“Course I’m sure. C’mon, we’ll run you a bath sweetheart. Don’t know if the tub is big enough for three of us but we can sure as hell try.” Steve laughed, loving how you huffed out a little tired giggle, Bucky scooping you up in his strong arms.

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HOME

For some reason, I cant add an actual title

Part two??

Summary: Never having a place to call home can do something to a person. The most apparent side effect, never getting attached. Eddie Musnons changes everything for you, but will you be able to get over your issues?

Warnings: Physical/ Emotional Abuse, Brief mention of an eating disorder, Eddie being Eddie, mild angst.

Characters: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader, Steve, Dunstin, Mike, random made up people, shitty parents, Jason Carver. 

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader (not really a relationship, but it's hinted that it will eventually happen)

Word Count: 2,167

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When most people say they have a home, they mean they have a place they will always feel safe, welcome, and loved. That is why you have never had a home, sure you've had a place to sleep, but never a home. You've been with your parents youre entire life, but you've never felt welcome, wanted, and nowhere near loved. Instead, you feel used, unimportant, and unneeded. A home doesn't need to be an actual house, a home can be a person, thing, or an idea, another thing you've never had.  As far as you can remember, this is how you've always been treated, nobody allowing you to get close, nobody taking the time to get to know you, and certainly nobody took the time to befriend you, giving you your reputation as the “weird” loner girl who sits by herself all day.  This wasn't the worst reputation you could have, it also wasn't false. You did prefer to be by yourself, saving you from both the awkwardness of getting to know someone, and the fear of becoming their friend. 

There was another mis represented person in this school, Eddie Munson, most commonly called, the freak of Hawkins. You have never spoken to the so-called “freak” but you could tell he meant well. He was usually hanging out with the other kids in the school that didn't fit into any social groups, giving them a home. Putting on shows for everyone to see in the lunchroom, jumping on tables, picking fights with the basketball players, being everything you werent. You weren't quite as lucky as the other kids he's brought into his group, yes you were out of the social norm, yes, you didn't fit into any social group, no, you were not a part of the home Eddie has created. You weren't sure if you wanted to actually be a part of his group, or if you just liked the idea of belonging. Though it was probably for the best, you couldn't help but feel hurt that you were more of an outcast than the “freaks'' of the school. Being so much more of an outcast than them that you didn't belong with them either. Confirming your role as the schools number one loner. 

School goes by in a slow blurr, classes where teachers call on everyone but you, other classes where students work with their friends and you're left to work alone. Except for biology, today was different. In today's class you were meant to dissect a frog, great, but with this project you were also assigned a partner. Jason Carver, the biggest jerk in this school since Billy Hargrove. “How did I get stuck with the weirdo?” He sounded angry, furious at the thought of having to work with someone outside of his social status. “Mr. Carver, I think you will find that y/n here is very intelligent. You might even find you lucked out with your pairing.” The teacher knew what she was doing, giving him the student that would do the brunt of the work. “Whatever” He made no attempt at making his way over to your table, so when the rest of the students took their seats with their partners, you made your way over to him. Neither of you speaking a word, you began reading over the assignment. “Let's lay down some ground rules. You're doing the work, Ill present it, deal?” With a heavy sigh, you dont speak and simply nod acknowledging  and agreeing to his terms. You weren't necessarily mad at the arrangement, you wouldn't have to speak with him too often, and you wouldn't have to worry about one of you going over to the other's house. So you began working, laying out the assignment, figuring out the best way to complete it, and then, dissecting the frog. You've always been squeamish, not liking the sight of blood and certainly not the sight of another creature's intestines. Nonetheless, you finish the first part of the assignment, while neither of you spoke, you could feel him watching you at times. Taking in your focus, and the way you pretended as if he wasn't here. You had caught the attention of the worst person in the school. “You know what, I'll help you with the project. How does your place after school sound?” Oh no, no no no no no. This couldn't be happening. “N-no it's okay, i prefer working this way” He couldn't come over, nobody can come over.  He let out a light chuckle, no way YOU were rejecting HIM. “Nope, i'm coming over after school, and we are going to do this project” The tone of his voice alluded to his very obvious ulterior motives. That's not what you were worried about, your parents would kill you. “Can we do it in the library here at school? My parents hate when I bring company over” For the first time in that class, or ever, you meet his eyes. Trying to show how truly desperate you were for him not to come to your house. By the grace of god, he agreed. The both of you are planning to meet there directly after your last class. 

School ended faster than you had hoped, this was the most social interaction you had gotten in ages. Wanting to get this over with, you went to the library and began working on the project. “I've been walking around for a few minutes, thought you stood me up”  You could see straight through his fake kindness, he didn't want to be your friend, he wanted you for your looks and the title he could have. “No, i've been here, we don't have much left to do”  You could feel the smugness radiating off of him, you couldn't practically hear him smirking at you. “I think we should focus our attention on something more interesting than the project.” There it was, you knew that's what he wanted, and you knew that it was going to be put on the table. “No, I would rather focus on the project”  Silence, gut wrenching silence. He didn't know what to do, or to say. Nobody had ever rejected him so flat out before, How could they? He was Jason god damn Carver. “Think about what you're doing right now y/n, think about the reputation I have compared to the one you have. I could make your life a living hell, so I'm going to ask again. Why don't we focus on something more Interesting” What could he do that would make your life worse. “Pass” your fate was sealed, there was no going back from this moment, but what's the worst that could happen. His threat quickly coming to fruition, he took his hand and swiped all your work off the table you were working at. “You're going to regret this y/n” with that, he walked away, and you stayed putting everything back on the table and continuing to work on your project. 

You werent there for much longer, maybe another thirty minutes. You decided it was time to go home, hoping to either find your parents passed out drunk on the couch, or maybe they wouldn't be home at all. Instead of your hopes coming to life, they were very much intoxicated, which of course means they were mad about something you did. Even if that something was nothing. “About damn time you showed up” Your mother spoke, her words slurred, eyes crossed. Things were about to get bad, as they usually did. She stood up and made her way over to you “where were you” . She has mastered the ‘I'm drunk and I want to sound scary’ tone, and as most people are, she is a considerable amount taller than you. Your mother looms over you, waiting for an answer that will satisfy her expectations. “I was at the school working on a project for biology” you know not to sound scared in these moments, if you do it won't do anything but encourage her to continue. Her nostrils flare, her eyes grow a few centimeters,she's pissed. “Liar”  then starts the nightly routine of your parents taking turns to ‘discipline’ you, even though you are well in your teen years and not in need of discipline.  Punches to the gut, face, arms, legs, any place they can manage to land a kick or a punch, you better believe they will. 

This goes on for a few hours, nobody daring to interrupt them during their violent episodes. You know, as well as everyone else knows, that the walls of your trailer are less than sound proof. If you can hear a car door close from three trailers down, you best believe that they can hear the yells coming from both you and your parents, and yet nobody does anything about it. You've always hoped that one day someone would be the knight in shining armor that you read about when you were a child, but as you've grown you have realized that those were just fairy tales. 

________________ As the days passed, Jason kept his end of the promise, making your life a living hell. Between your home life, and the beatings led by Jason at school, you have no true peace. Nothing to look forward to, nothing. At lunch you try to sit in peace, taking a moment to yourself, but that is quickly ruined by the cool sensation caused by someone pouring their drink directly on top of you. This was your breaking point, finally allowing yourself to feel everything you have been holding back. Tears quickly spill down your face, looking down hoping nobody would see. You honestly needed for people not to see how truly broken you felt. “Guys we finally did it, we broke the weirdo” you could see just how truly happy the person was that you had broken. Before anybody could be too happy about your downfall, someone stepped in. Your hero, the freak himself, Eddie Munson. “I think you've made your point, yeah?” His tall, looming figure doing his best to intimidate anyone watching. His dark clothes, big hair, and striking image managed to get the jerk who poured his drink on top of you to scamper off. “I'm sorry they did that to you” you didn't know what to say, this was the first time someone had spoken to you with no ulterior motive, and this was sure as shit the first time someone had spoken to you after preventing someone from bullying you further. All you could do was look at him, a glimmer of happiness held in both of your eyes, as a sudden weight was lifted off of your shoulder. The weight of not having anybody in your life that you can trust, because, in this one short and fleeting moment, you had him. “Thank you”  A smile grew on your face, causing one to grow on his. The way his lips curled up into their natural position, a smile. His natural position was a smile, while yours was a frown. His eyes are bright, while yours are dim. He was everything you weren't, he was strong enough to handle the maltreatment of the jocks at school, and he was strong enough to stand up to them for a total stranger. “It's not a problem really, I've been wanting to tell that guy off for a while now, and I've also been looking for a reason to talk to you” He took his seat next to you, while also offering you a spare shirt he had. “Drinks have been poured on me more times than I can count, I always keep a spare '' His smile still had not faded from his face.  He was bright, happy, and warm. “T-thank you”  nobody had ever shown you this much kindness, nobody had ever looked for a reason to talk to you. Eddie Munson has been in your life for all five minutes, and he has already been the first person to do a lot of things.  “Are those the only words you know?” You could tell he was joking, the lopsided smirk planted on his face, the shining in his eyes, nothing about his demeanor hinted at any malice coming off of him. “Sorry I guess I'm kind of in shock, nobody has wanted to talk to me before, let alone stand up for me” Your words were small and quiet, but he was listening. Someone was listening to you. “Why don't you come to sit with us? We've been meaning to add someone else to our crew of misfits” Your stomach did three summersaults, he wanted you to sit with them. He wanted you to be a part of their family, their home. “ I would love that Eddie, I really would” a cheesy grin grew on your face, you had done it, he had done it. Maybe now you would belong somewhere, maybe now you could finally have it. A Home.

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𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

some ppl with these placements actually look younger than their age. but then some look like moms/dads when they’re like in their teens lmao. well built cheekbones. dominant jawline, and splendid smile usually. pale for their race. a lot of hair usually(cher has this lol). ppl may not find you approachable, since you may have rbf. overawing, and sphinxlike vibes. alert with their surroundings. can be kind. you may be harsh on yourself, and may not give yourself credit. since saturn rules restrictions, and 1st house expressions, you may be introverted/shy/reserved.

celebrities:Princess Diana, Britney Spears, John Lennon, Kevin Hart

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

don’t play when it comes to clothes, cars, houses, materials in general, and their finances/money. makes smart money moves. may get rich/have luck in the business world when they’re older(like 40s, and up). unpretentious. may like to collect things, and go to antique shops. may like “old” or “vintage” items. may stress over money, and may be cheap tbh. may wear ties a lot lol. i think of businessmen/women for this placement since that may be how you dress. you may also wear clothes that don’t draw much attention, and you may not even wear name brand clothes that often. may like soft smells/smells that aren’t too strong(flower essential oils, vanilla, etc). may love or hate coffee, green veggies, starches, alcohol, and salty food in general. may not like to let ppl borrow things/may be stingy(saturn=restrict, 2nd=money/materials)

celebrities:Ariana Grande, Jennifer Lawrence, Prince, Kanye West

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

laid back way of talking. i feel like they would have a “demanding” or maybe deep voice lmao. takes school seriously. may be shy when it comes to talking to classmates, or just reserved. probably just sees school to help get a career, and not to make friends. siblings may have capricorn/saturn in their chart. you may be the oldest sibling, or the most reliable. you may be stern, and overprotective with siblings. might have a harsh relationship w/siblings, and neigbors. may isolate from the community. most likely dislikes speaking in front of many ppl/doing presentations. usually respectful.

celebrities:Kylie Jenner, Bjork, Jim Carrey, Steve Jobs

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

scared of vulnerability, may get disappointed when trying to lean on others, because they are not of much help. daddy/mommy issues(more of daddy tbh), or abandonment issues. may worry a lot abt ppl they love. has it hard in the beginning of life, but makes it to the top. life gets better, but childhood was most likely hard. worried abt finances as a kid when they shouldn’t have, may not have gotten a lot of attention as a kid, and one of the parents or maybe both were workaholics. one parent or both parents may be strict/cold. just needs a lot of affection🥺. may be grateful that their childhood was rough, since it made them a better person. might be an only child. family most likely is traditional and/or religious, maybe too conventional. these ppl are warm yet cold(if that makes sense lmaoo). intelligent more often than not.

celebrities:Marilyn Monroe, Madonna, Tom Cruise, Drake

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

probably doesn’t know how to let loose, and have a good time! most likely doesn’t want many kids, and/or may have kids in their 30’s+. will most likely make sure they’re financially stable before having kids. may be a wall hugger at parties/just chill on the corner. serious/doesn’t play games, reliable, loyal, and honest in the dating world. children may have capricorn/saturn in their chart(esp the first child). wants the best for their kids. may be strict, and may need to try being more open minded when it comes to parenting. hobbies may be sleeping, reading, working, planning, studying/researching, etc. may like to visit old fashioned places(museums, antique shops, etc). solemn aura. may lose virginity later than usual.

celebrities:Shakira, Dua Lipa, Jim Morrison, Heath Ledger

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

try getting out your comfort zone, every once in awhile. most likely has a routine. judgemental with co-workers. watches health, very closely. may work too much. pets should be independent baddies, and mysterious(so cats mainly, or reptiles). you’re inventive. remember it’s okay to take a break, and do nothing useful at all :)

celebrities:Lady Gaga, Adele, Jimi Hendrix, Eddie Murphy

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

attracts capricorn’s/ppl with a lot of saturn in their chart easily. may date someone much older or younger, age difference will be significant. may start dating/get a first love later than others. positive:attracts reliable, loyal, secure, and has their priorities straight ppl. at worst you attract:boring, stern, harsh, cold, materialistic, ppl. this could apply to your friends too btw, not just lovers. you need to make sure you set rules for your relationships, and make sure your standards are at a good level. another good thing abt this placement is you’re more likely to have long lasting, and stable relationships. you may fear rejection, but you jeee to learn that it’s okay and it happens to everyone.

celebrities:Selena Gomez, Jennifer Lopez, Kurt Cobain, Johnny Depp

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

either has sex a lot young or old no in between. may have a period where they don’t have sex at all for awhile. may become spiritual later on. may get into astrology later on also lol. most likely will die of old age/naturally. cynical. men here may be small(ifyk what i mean), but you can also last a good amount of time in bed. may actually be good at sex, bc saturn means trying to be the best at something/success lol. fears death(i feel like these ppl fear more of what happens after death, not death itself).

celebrities:Khole Kardashian, Renee Zellweger, Elton John, Dwayne Johnson

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

luck, and fortune happens in your 30s+. may be closed minded, but may become more open minded as they grow. may be conservative. but may also be an atheist tbh. may want to major in business, become a lawyer, major in finances, etc. hard headed, but clear sighted. may not be a fan of traveling, or may not have many chances to until their older.

celebrities:Rihanna, Julia Roberts, Paul Mccartney, Charlie Chaplin

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

reputation may be that you are a no nonsense, hard working, logical, reliable, and loyal person. may have known what you wanted to be for a long time. you may have a job associated with your family/a tradition. afraid of not succeeding. ceo, judge, teacher, engineer, lawyer, businessman/woman may be a job of yours. you may overwork yourself, take a day off to just relax. may start working later in their 30s. ambitious

celebrities:Kim Kardashian, Oprah Winfrey, Chris Evans, Michael Jackson

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

may attract friends/ppl that crush on you that have capricorn/saturn in their chart. may have friends for a very long time. may become more of a social butterfly/make friends more often in their 30s+. at first, you may hate socializing, and picky with who their friends with/won’t just befriend anyone. the reliable friend, will always be there for you, and loyal(or these might be the traits of your friends). doesn’t have time for fake friends. you will stand for your friends or they’ll stand up for you. honestly you may be one of those ppl that say they’re “born in the wrong generation” lmao. may not relate to ppl your age.

celebrities:Cameron Diaz, Demi Moore, Elon Musk, Robin Williams

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

taps into spirituality in their 30s+. may deny spirituality for awhile, and their intuition. don’t deny your gut feelings, and your energies baby :). your past life may have been rough. i’ve heard that jail may have happened for individuals with this placement in their past lives. you may go through hardship, before getting living a good and easy life. may be regretful for no good reason. need to work on expressing yourself emotionally, and not bottling up how you feel. maybe try to express your feelings in a creative way(music, art, poetry, etc).

celebrities:Beyoncé, Angelina Jolie, Will Smith, Robert De Niro

[anarcoqueer1994]

Steddie brain rot

Some rollerrink had opened a few towns over and the kids really wanted to go. Despite them all being sophomores, none of them have their license, so Steve has to drive. He tries to get one of the other adults to come with, but everyone is busy.

Robin and Nancy have a date, andJohnathon and Argyle are busy(not that he was particularly close to either of them).

That leaves Eddie, who he expected to laugh in his face at even the thought of him going roller skating. But surprisingly, he agrees.

When they get there, the kids all go off and begin skating right away. Steve and Eddie sit by the sidelines, and watch.

Steve notices the way Will sadly watches Mike and El skate hand in hand. "Poor kid..."

"What?" Eddie asks, confused. Not following Steve's inner train of thought.

"Will. He, um has been through a lot. And take this with a grain of salt because obviously he has never said anything to me, but I think he's into Wheeler." Steve says thoughtfully.

Eddie smiles, he loves that despite the lack of credit the kids give him, and he gives himself he is incredibly observant of those he cares about. "Yea...I can see that. At hellfire, he is always looking to Mike for some kind of approval. It's cute."

Steve chuckles hearing Eddie "the freak" Munson use the word cute. He shifts to a solom smile. "Yea but it's hard, too. You know being gay in a town like Hawkins, never being sure who you can tell, never being sure who will reciprocate your feelings, being scared to mistakenly confess that shit to the wrong person. That's why I am so happy Robin lucked out with Nance..." his voice sounds sad.

Eddie picks on the hints of sadness. He sounds like he is talking from personal experience. "Steve...um have you ever felt that way? I mean you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to...I just...I don't know. I wouldn't hate you or anything."

For a moment, the breath catches in Steve’s throat, Eddie had read right through him. But he takes Eddie’s words at face value, Eddie won't hate him. In a low voice he whispers "Yea, A few times. Like I'm definitely into girls, but there have been a few guys. One I even kissed."

Eddie’s face goes pink at the thought of Steve kissing a guy, a tinge of irrational jealousy fills his mind. He tries to keep his voice calm. "Out of curiosity, can I ask who?"

Steve's face flushes at the question, but nods anyhow. "I mean I used to think Tommy H. was attractive, but he was an asshole, so I got over that. There were a few random guys on the swim team with me."

"And the kiss?" Eddie pushes

"It was Billy Hargrove...we kind of had a thing. I think Max knows but no one else does. He...died before we really had a chance to figure out what we were, and what we wanted." He says sadly.

"I'm sorry, man." Eddie replies trying to cover up the shock of Steve and Billy. "So, has their been anyone since?" He feels badly for pushing but his own self-deprecating curiosity has gotten the best of him.

"Yea..." Steve admits, but instead of saying who he asks "Have you...um ever felt that way about a guy?"

Eddie can't help but shoot his a little smile. "Only once...like I've never dated anyone, haven't really cared to. But there was a guy recently, Stevie."

The silly nickname slipped out but he hopes Steve is getting what he is trying to telepathically imply. Steve blushes "Do I, um know him?" Steve leans in slightly, so he is closer in Eddie's space.

"Funny you should ask..." Eddie starts but before he can finish, Dustin interrupts them. "Why are you guys just sitting here?? Come on, and skate."

Eddie groans to himself as Steve pulls aways. "Okay, whatever Henderson. I didn't want to embarrass you guys because I am so talented." Steve jokes as he stands up. He looks at Eddie as Dustin skates off. "I'll grab us some skates."

Eddie watches him walk off, silently cursing Dustin. Worst possible timing and now he was going to embarrass himself in front of the man he was trying to impress.

Steve returns with a pair of skates for both of them. Steve puts his on but notices the hesitant way Eddie is putting on his own. "What's wrong?"

He wants to say 'I'm mad because I was trying so hard to tell you I like you.' But instead focuses on the more immediate problem. "I can't skate."

"Oh?" Steve says, sounding a little disappointed before perking back up. "That's okay, I got you, Eds."

Eddie blushes at the soft way Steve says his name. He nods, the air betweenthem has definitely changed. "Thanks...big boy." He adds to break the nervous tension, flashing a smile.

And Steve didn't lie. He did have Eddie, holding onto the other man so he didn't fall as muck. Eddie holding onto him for dear life as he clumsily made his wayaround the rink. And to his surprise, Eddie was enjoying himself. Now whether that enjoyment was from skating or the way Steve Harrington was gently guiding him, wrapping his arms around his waist to support him, he did not know.

They stayed for hours before finally bringing the kids home and dropping them off. When Steve pulled up to Eddie’s trailer after ushering Max to hers, he clears his throat.

"Hey, Eddie?" He sounds nervous, as he looks at the passenger side seat.

Eddie turns his head to meet his eyes.

"Yea?" He says softly.

"I...um, really had fun today. So...um thank you." He wants to say more but has lost the momentum from earlier.

Eddie's heart is beating fast. "Anytime, Harrington. I liked spending time with you....and the kids." He quickly adds.

Steve lets out a nervous laugh. "Yea, me too. I also like hanging out with you...and the kids of course. But can I ask you something?"

"Sure..." Eddie tries to sound confident.

"Earlier, you were going to tell me who you liked, right? Can you tell me now?" Steve feels silly asking but hopes it's who he thinks it is. He leans closer to Eddie over the center console, resting his hand on the metal head's thigh, praying he is not going too far.

At this point Eddie feels like he is going to combust into flames any moment. So he takes a chance. "How about I show you?" With that, he nervously scoops Steve's chin up, pressing a gentle kiss against the other man’s lips. He pulls away slightly to gage Steve's reaction.

But before he can get too far, he feels Steve move his hand to the back of Eddie’s head, twisting his fingers into Eddie’s hair, pulling him back in for a long, needy kiss.

After they have to pull away for air, both men of flushing, lips pink and kiss swollen. "I think that answers my question." Steve laughs.

[tinydevils]

so it's a running joke between me and a friend to decide who is the best at among us in every show/game we watch so here is a breakdown of who in stranger things is the best because why not

steve - steve is THE best, dustin teaches him and he gets really good and crushes everyone. he can call out when the kids are bullshitting and knows what plays to make, although he sometimes makes mistakes.

dustin - dustin is tied at second. he was the best, but teaching steve how to play tapped into steve's competitive side and dustin does not want to mess with that.

max - max is tied at second with dustin. she is very good at imposter and gaslighting everyone into believing someone else did it. she never loses when she is imposter.

nancy - she is objectively the worst, she can bullshit while imposter, but getting people alone is hard and she gets caught venting a lot.

robin - robin is mid at the game, as she plays mostly for fun friend time and she likes playing around with cosmetics and joking.

eddie - eddie likes to create chaos, just like he does while playing DnD, so starting fights over who's the imposter is his specialty.

erica - erica likes to instigate fights as well, she also rarely gets caught and killed. her and max are a killer duo at imposter.

eleven - eleven is mid at the game, she doesn't like playing that much.

lucas - mid, can go either way

mike - also mid, more bad at the game and gets frustrated easily

will - straight up good or bad depending on his luck for the day

jonathan - will play if will asks, other than that he helps nancy cheat sometimes, generally disinterested.

argyle - thinks the cosmetics are fun, otherwise has played once or twice

holly - she's 6, so that means she crushes

hopper - he can't figure out how to move

joyce - she enthusiastically tries and even did a task, but dies first and goes back to work

murray - he is banned from playing again. we don't talk about the murray amoung us incident.

karen and ted - "what is among us?"

billy - says racist things over a shitty xbox mic as he gets ejected for being the imposter in the first meeting

[tobitofunction]

The Witch and The Maniac Part 1

 Eren Jaeger x Scarlet Witch!reader

Requested @oyasumimosura​    I simplified the plot of AOT a bit, turned out longer than expected, that’s why I turned into two parts. Which we be out soon maybe Sunday?

Part2

You looked through the window, sitting next to Peter on a trip somewhere. Your mind drifted back to Sokovia, to Pietro, your parents to your former home. It was probably the worst time of your life but you meet Nat and Steve and Tony the latter taking you in as a daughter. Nat and Steve trained you so unlike Wanda you don’t have to rely on your powers constantly. It was perfect while it lasted, now you don’t have contact with Wanda, Steve or Nat, all thanks to the Sokovia accords. You tried getting in contact with them but with no luck.” Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Peter whispered in your ear,” Yeah just got lost in thought” you said giving him a small smile.

Before you knew it, Peter and you were on some random planet with Tony fighting a human grape with some other alien beings and a wizard. “ Y/N, try to use your powers to get the glove” Tony yelled after the wizard handed over the time stone,” Don’t even try little witch,” the giant said before hitting you, knocking you out cold.

A warm breeze was caressing your face, making you open your eyes slowly. You slowly sat up and looked around, big fields covered with different flowers. In the far distance you saw giant walls,” Where the hell am I? Tony? Peter? Wizard? Hello?” you said getting up. You got up and dusted away the grass from your suit,” I guess I should change” you mumbled, using your power you lifted yourself off the ground, scouring the area you saw a batch of people who seemed to be training.” Well it’s the best I can do” you lowered yourself a safe distance away from them. “Shut up you suicidal maniac” a boy shouted,” I should shut up? Who started this horse face? Yeah you” a dark-haired boy shouted at a mousy haired boy who indeed has a horse face. You rolled your eyes at them and looked around for someone who you easily mind bend. “Hiya,” a voice said making you look in the direction it came from, a girl and a bald boy were messing around, the girl had a potato in her hand while the boy did some ‘martial arts,” Perfect” you mumbled. You concentrated and lifted your hand, a thin string of red energy made its way to the two goofballs, you kept looking to make sure that no one will notice their disappearance. The two teens' eyes glowed red and stopped what they are doing and made their way to you. “Tell me everything about this place and what’s going on here?”.

“A world with man-eating Titans? An these are you are her to train for either to be a scout who fights these things, military police and the garrison?” you said making Sasha and Connie as you learned nod,” Interesting, I guess I stay here until I can get back home, the scouts sound like fun and closest things to what I did back home. Thanks” you smiled and was about to lift the spell when you reminded yourself,” Bring me one of those uniforms or tell me where I can get one”,” Commander Shadis” Connie said his red glowing eyes looking towards a grumpy looking old guy,” Fun, well you served your purpose. Now forget that you ever saw me, wait for no yes actually forget about me, until you see me in the same uniform, treat we as old friend. Got it?” they nod, you waved your hands making the red glow disappear. You quickly hid in the shadows as Sasha and Connie got control over their own minds and bodies again,” What happened? I don’t remember, anything from the last 10 minutes or so” Connie said rubbing his head,” Wait did we miss dinner?” Sasha gasped, her hands snapping to her hair, eyes widening,” Emmm no, it’s still bright out. Let’s get back before Shadis nodded we are gone” Connie said grabbing Sasha’s arm and dragging her back to the rest.

“That’s it, Cadets now go to your rooms and shower, I can smell you from here,” he said scrunching his nose up as the group started to leave. You waited for a while until shadis was alone and then snuck up at him, he seemed to feel the presence of someone behind him and turned but before he could do it fully you hit him with your powers.” You will let me join without any question and bring me a uniform”.

The uniform was, alright, not overly comfortable, you preferred your suit but it will bring way too much attention and you need to fit in.” Thank you Shadis, now you can go but before you do where can I get some food? I’m starving” you said grabbing your belly.

You took a deep breath,” Why so nervous Y/N, you have experienced much worse, like being a human experiment or losing your parents and being near a bomb for two days, being scared that it will go off any second. So why are you so nervous entering a room full of idiots?”. You gave yourself a slap before entering the room, the chatting dulled down and eyes went on you.” Y/N” Sasha said walking over to you with Connie following,” Good to see you,” he said,” Come sit with us,” Sasha said tugging at your sleeve, “Thank goodness, that I spelt them to remember me once seeing me again” you though. They lead you two to a table with other people, some you recognised, the two guys who were at each other's throat earlier,” Who are you?” the one who was called suicidal manic said,” I’m Y/N, I’m new here?”,” Well, I can see that but why did join so late? And what rank do you think if joining” he asked,” The Scouts, I like keeping people safe as I couldn’t do it before” you said. The boy's green eyes widen,” Did you lose someone?”,” My parents and my older brother, properly my sister, I didn’t see her in a long time” you said playing with your fingers,” Same here, my mom was killed in the attack and my properly too” he said, his voice getting tougher with anger,” That’s why I want to join the scouts as well, to kill these bastards, no matter the cause”,” And that’s we call him suicidal maniac” the so-called horse face said,” I’m Jean by the way”,” You are the only one calling me that and I’m Eren” he said,” But we are thinking it, you idiot” Jean said snipping Eren’s forehead making Eren jump up and grab his collar,” Don’t do that-”,” Or what?” Eren was about to throw a punch when you grabbed his wrist,” Take it on the Titans you maniac” you said, making Eren huff and try to get out of your grip but to no avail,” Why are you so strong?” he asked letting go of Jean and trying to peel your hand off his wrist,” Why are you so weak?” you smirked letting go of his wrist, leading to Eren tumbling backwards,” Eren you okay?” a dark haired girl said,” Yeah I’m fine Mikasa, no need to babysit me” he said slapping her hand away,” She was worried about, no need to be a dick about” you said making Eren’s cheek redden,” Whatever” he said before storming followed by the girl Mikasa and a blond,” Armin is the blond, by the way, the 3 are always together and Mikasa only has eyes for the stupid maniac” Jean said bitting into a potato,” You got a crush on her huh?”, he blushed that’s all the answer you need,” Where are you from anyway?”,” it’s quite far from here but it’s completely destroyed, unliveable”.

The training was easy, nothing compared to what Natasha would put you through, you became close to Sasha, Connie and Jean, her reddish hair reminding you of the red room assassin, meanwhile, Connie remind you of Tony probably due to slight childishness. Jean meanwhile reminded you of Steve, having them around easies your homesickness slightly but they can never replace your real family back on in your world. At the moment you were sitting outside, everyone was asleep after a harsh training session from Shadis, well hard for the others.” Why are you still awake?” Eren's voice said making you turn slightly,” Not tired and I can ask the same thing to you Jaeger” he rolled his eyes and sat down next to you,” Do you still miss your Mom?” he asked out of the blue, you stayed quiet for a while,” Yeah, every day the same with my dad and brother”,” What about your sister?”,” It’s different, she isn’t dead but...*sigh* it’s complicated”. Eren didn’t say anything for a while,” I blame myself for it, if I would have been stronger I could have lifted the piece of wood which was on top of her and carried her to safety but I wasn’t, I also wished we didn’t fight, she disapproved of the idea of becoming a scout”, you chuckled,” She would love seeing you know” Eren smiled,” She would have pulled me out by ear”. It was silent for a while until you got up,” It was nice talking to you Jaeger, your way more likeable when you don’t talk shit all day long”, Eren jumped up and scoffed,” Talking shit? I could say the same thing about you... you think you are the coolest just cause you are Shadis favourite? All you are is a teacher’s pet” he huffed,” Wow, see you Jaeger if I was you I go to bed as well as we are graduating soon and you don’t want to come in last. Just for the info, I’m planning to come first” you said giving him a wink.

Like you promised you came first followed by Mikasa but to your surprise, Eren came 5th.” How I promised, I came first” you smirked at Eren,” but congrats on coming fifth, you worked hard” you patted his arm,” Thanks Y/N, congrats as well” Eren smiled turning his head away hoping that you don’t notice the blush on his face.

You didn’t expect your first experience as out of the training grounds would be faced with Titans breaking through the walls. You thought you could do it, you thought you experienced enough not to be too scared but here you are frozen with those big creepy eyes staring at you. It had a long grey and a beard with a creepy smile etched on its face,” Y/N, get away from it” you heard Armin yell, he pulled at your arm but you were stronger than him,” You will get killed, please move” he begged,” Those are the things you so scared off? I never thought that they are this scary” you said,” What are you saying” Armin said. “Y/N, watch out” Armin yelled as the Titan's hand moved towards you, before you could do anything you felt a sharp pain on your side, Eren came flying in kicking you away consequently getting caught by the Titan.” EREN NO” you and Armin yelled as it threw Eren in its mouth. “Y/N, we need to go,” Armin said using his ODM gear to fly away, you stayed behind considering using your power to kill it but then went against it. You don’t want to seem using your powers, you don’t want to know what they do with you once they find out. “I’m sorry Eren,” you said before flying away.

You landed on the rooftop with the other scouts when an angry Mikasa came stomping towards you, she swung at you but you dodged grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back and kicking the back of her knee making her fall onto the floor.” You killed him, you are the reason he is dead. You ranked first and you froze? You are disgrace” she spat,” I’m sorry, but a way to keep Eren alive is to keep fighting and live” Mikasa's eyes widen at your words, you felt her relax making you let go of her.” I lost my family again” she said a tear escaping her eye, before she collapsed into your chest, shocking everyone.

Before you knew it you were trapped in the tower with Titan swarming every side of the tower. You were ready to use your power, eyes already glowing red when one of the Titans, who was standing right in front of you and the rest, suddenly it was knocked down by another titan. You gasped, and ran forward to the opening in the wall and watched closely as the titans suddenly lost interest in you guys and began attacking the titan which punched one of its own. You looked behind you and saw Reiner, Annie and Berthold looking with wide eyes, they seem more shocked than the rest but seeing Titans attack each other is weird enough so you don't question them. “We need to get the titans off the darker hair one,” you said,” He seems to only hate his own, we can use that as our advantage,” you said before zipping onto the roof right above them. The others haven't followed yet and the roof was out of eyeshot from the others so you used your powers to start throwing away the titans of the darker haired titan quickly,” Did you see that? Red energy engulfed the titans and threw them off abnormal titan” Jean said making you stop quickly,” No, I didn’t but it’s good, he seems to recover from the attack” you said as the darker hair titan stood back up, his eyes snapped towards your direction and you gasped,” Eren?” you whispered, his eyes were the same shade of green and now that you noticed that his hair as well but how?.