#i personally don’t mind when people repost my gifs if they do it with credit

[jazzycurls]

You Belong To Me - part 2.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Brief) Billy Hargrove x fem! Reader

Summary: Its a surprise 😉🤫

Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors dni! Unestablished dom/sub relationship, bullying, cheating, angst, smut, phone sex, masturbation (let me know if I missed something)

An: Hi you guys! I guess I'm not new to writing anymore but I'm still a newbie. All feedback is welcome, be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me. Love you guys and thank you so much for the support, hope you enjoy ❤

Word Count: 5,291

Eddie let out a heavy sigh as he flopped down onto his bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had just got back in from the party and was mentally drained. His mind wandered back to the fight he had at the party with Chrissy. She had confronted him about his prolonged absence and it had quickly turned into a screaming match between them.

His conscious nagged at him about what he had done behind Chrissy's back but he didn't regret it, not for a single second. The only regret he had was that he had gotten with Chrissy before you.

You were from here but had moved away when your parents had gotten a divorce. The custody battle over you was brutal and had taken months to be resolved. After your mother had won the case, you moved back to town but by that point, he had already gotten with Chrissy. You were the only person before the battle with Vecna that cared to talk to him. You didn't follow the crowd and didn't join in when people bullied him, you were nice to everyone and that included him as well. He had wanted to ask you out but didnt have the confidence to do so at that time.

When you returned, his attitude towards you changed. Unable to handle repressing his emotions for you, he had begun to react to you negatively. Even now, with sleep threatening to overwhelm him, the only thing he wanted to do was talk to you. No matter how fucked up it was, his mind and body gravitated toward you every time.

He got up and went to the kitchen,  grabbing the house phone off of the counter, he quickly went back to his room, shutting the door. He dialed your number and held his breath as he listened to it ring. It rang for a few seconds before someone picked up.

"Hello," you whispered breathlessly. You had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang. You had run out of the bathroom, tripping over your shoes, and had nearly broken your neck to get to the phone in time.

"Y/n?" Eddie asked. "Hey, it's me."

The phone went quiet before you squeaked out "Eddie, Hi." You cleared your throat as you gripped the phone tightly, twirling the cord with your fingers. You glanced at the clock at your bedside, it read 1:00 a.m. "I thought you had forgotten about me," you whispered nervously, conscious of your parents sleeping down the hall.

"I could never forget about you, sweetheart," he chuckled, feeling a lot happier than he had a few moments ago. He took his arm, putting it behind his head, nestling the phone between his head and shoulder.

You smiled to yourself at his response. "So, did you have fun at the party?" you asked shyly. You had wondered what had happened when you left. Did he stick around or did he leave too?

"I don't wanna talk about it. Just know that it was no fun after you left." His voice was short and clipped, you could tell that whatever had happened, he was still upset about it. "What are you wearing," he asked, changing the subject.

"What?" you asked, confused at his question.

"I said what are you wearing sweetheart?" he responded again, his voice deep and hoarse.

His tone instantly made you calm and you answered without hesitation. "I'm wearing a bath towel— I just got out of the shower," you explained, feeling a flush spread across your face in embarrassment.

"Fuck, that's so hot. Do me a favor baby, take that shit off" he demanded softly. His hand sat lightly above his sweatpants as he fidgetted with the drawstring anxiously.

He could hear shuffling on the other end before you spoke again "It's off." You told him as you laid back against the bed.

"Stick two fingers in your mouth, get 'em, real wet honey." He palmed himself through the soft cotton of his pants.

You stuck your fingers into your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, pulling them out with a pop once your saliva dripped down your digits. "Touch yourself," he said huskily. His hand had slipped into the waistband of his pants, gripping his shaft as he stroked lazily.

You trailed your fingers lightly down your chest, swirling them around your nipple. The pebbled nub puckered up from the stimulation and you moaned lightly. The sound of Eddie's labored breathing could be heard through the receiver as you moved your hand down further.

You reached down to your lower half and parted your folds. You were already wet, which seemed to be a common occurrence around Eddie. Your fingers rubbed your clit gently, sliding a finger down occasionally to dip a finger inside of you.

"Are— are you touching yourself, right now?" Eddie clears his throat, mentally chastising himself for stuttering.

You however think it's cute, always calm and collected, you like to see him lose his composure over you. A small giggle falls from your lips, turning into a moan on a particular drag of your finger over your clit.

"What's funny?" He sounds breathless and the faint slapping of skin could be heard on the other end.

"You. I just think you're cute is all," you reply innocently, a small flush on your face. Leave it to Eddie to make you embarrassed, even when he has you masturbating on the phone with him.

A wide grin settles across his face at your response. "I want to fuck you so bad right now baby."

You whimper out needily "I want you to— to fuck me, Eddie." Your pace picks up and your fingers move diligently against your swollen clit.

Eddie strokes himself faster, leaning up a bit he spits directly onto his cock, helping to ease the strokes.

You clench around your fingers at the sound he makes. A tingle shifts in your tummy at the thought of him getting off to the sound of you.

"Yeah, rub that pretty little pussy for me. Imagine that it's my hands inside you."

You do as he says, gasping at the heat curling through you. Your fingers plunge in and out of you with a squelch as your other hand rubs fast circles into your clit. "I'm close." you cry out.

The sound of your cries spurs him on and he begins to buck up into his hand. "Cum for me baby," he grunts as the muscles in his stomach start to constrict.

The warm feeling in your stomach builds until you cum with a cry as your slick seeps out of you pooling onto the bed.

"Fuck," Eddie moans as he cums soon after. He shoots his load all over himself like he's still a virgin. Honestly, it's the best orgasm he's ever had. The thought that you got him there with only your voice makes him want to run to your house barefoot and stick his cock in you balls deep.

You clutch the phone in your fingers tightly as you try to regulate your breathing. "Jesus sweetheart, what are you doing to me," Eddie exclaims. He takes his shirt off and wipes off his chest, throwing the clothing across the room.

"I don't know what you mean." You exhale shakily as you take your hands from your wet and sensitive center.

"It doesn't matter," he says after a moment. The phone goes silent as you both lay, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes began to droop as sleep begins to settle in.

"Eddie?" you whisper sleepily.

"Yes baby," he answers groggily. He had just begun to doze off, listening to the sounds of your breathing.

"Do you like me," you ask him nervously. You blame it on your sleep-induced brain but you know that it's a question you've wondered for a long time.

Eddie takes a moment to answer, and just as you start to think that he had fallen asleep, he answers you. "I do," he responds. Soon after the phone fills with his light snores indicating he had fallen asleep. You toss your bath towel onto the floor and pull the covers over your body. You cradle the phone close to your ear and soon you're lulled to sleep falling into a peaceful slumber.

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A week goes by and the relationship between you and Eddie has drastically changed. Once your bully, he had now become your lover. He had made you orgasm from his mouth and fingers on multiple occasions, but when you went to reciprocate he always stopped you. You also hadn't had sex yet and honestly there had been many chances where you were more than ready and willing. Whenever you questioned him about it, he always responded by saying that the time wasn't right.

He was still with Chrissy and had not indicated that he was going to leave her. It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you to go on as if you didn't know each other. That didn't mean you were okay with what you were doing behind Chrissy's back and the potential damage this could cause. You just couldn't find it in you to stop. Secret meetings in the theatre room where he held the DND campaigns and the picnic table behind the school had become the scene for your heated sessions.

You were currently sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch with your friends. The sound of Eddie's voice could be heard clearly across the room. You couldn't stop your head from looking in his direction every so often. He sat at his table with the Hellfire Club, and at his side sat Chrissy with his arm draped protectively around her. Jealousy surged through you at the sight followed by sadness.

You quickly looked away lowering your eyes to your plate, only to find yourself looking back toward them. As if he could feel your gaze upon him, his eyes found yours. He withered at the look on your face, his arm left from around Chrissy with a guilty look on his face.

Unable to bare his heated stare, you got up from your table causing your friends to glance up at you in surprise. You gave a half-hearted excuse about not feeling well before discarding your tray and rushing from the lunch room. Tears fell from your eyes as your feet carried you as fast as they could to your safe place.

You sat on the bench of the table with your head hung low, mentally berating yourself for your behavior. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. You had come to the realization that you were in love with Eddie. The thought scared you because what you had with him was temporary but you didn't want it to be. You knew what it was when this had started but you still allowed yourself to fall for him and you had fallen hard.

You knew what needed to be done but your heart ached at the thought. The crunching of leaves alerted you to a presence and you knew who it was without looking. He took a seat beside you and the wood creaked at the change in weight. You both sat in silence, the sound of your sniffling breaking the silence.

"Wanna talk about it," he asks tentatively. His mind has been in overdrive ever since you stormed out of the cafeteria. He had followed you soon after, telling Chrissy that he needed to prepare for the upcoming campaign. Gareth had backed him up but he knew that he would have to explain himself later for the lie he'd dragged him into.

"I can't do this anymore," you sniffled looking up at him.

Drops of tears clung to your lashes and your eyes were red around the rim. His heart broke at the look on your face, knowing that he was to blame. His heart felt as if it was in his throat and he gulped as tried to regain control of his nerves. "Do what," he asked weakly. He knew what you were referring to but hoped that if he played dumb you would change your mind and not say it.

"This," you gestured between the two of you. "I can't do this Eddie," you said, a sob causing your voice to crack.

"Baby, please don't cry," Eddie said softly, reaching out for you.

You scoot away from his touch, turning your head away. "Don't Eddie, this is hard as it is." You wrap your arms around yourself as you look at the ground.

"Don't do this, I need you," Eddie pleads. He turns towards you, ducking his head trying desperately to get you to meet his gaze.

You stand up from the table and move to stand between his legs. He leans back onto the table to look up at you. His hands grip your waist and you card your fingers through his hair. You press a sweet kiss to his lips, moaning softly as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He tightens his hold on you when he feels your tears fall onto his cheeks. The kiss becomes desperate as he pours his emotions into the kiss, trying his best to convey what he is feeling.

You pull away with a gasp, your lips are swollen and you look at him once again, his face is etched with sadness. "Goodbye Eddie," you whisper as you turn and walk away.

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Weeks pass by and you had done your best to avoid Eddie at all costs, going as far as to eat lunch in the library. You made sure to walk in the middle of the hallways and not the sides, that way, there was no chance of Eddie pulling you into a closet without someone noticing. With that said and done, that didn't mean that your heart didn't yearn for him. You never thought you could miss him this much but you did, you even found yourself missing the way he used to bully you. You felt pathetic and a fool because surely he was not hurting as much as you were.

Eddie was miserable, his already short attention span had gotten even worse now. His thoughts were constantly filled with you and he found it hard to focus on the most mundane things. It had even started to affect his relationship with Chrissy.

She could tell that he was depressed but didn't understand why. Whenever she asked what was wrong he always told her he was fine. She could feel him slipping away and the thought frightened her.

She loved Eddie, he had saved her and he was the only one who knew what she had gone through. Even though she wasn't in love with him like she had been with Jason, he was her source of comfort and she wasn't ready to give that up.

"I'm telling you, something's wrong Alice," Chrissy said worriedly. She stood next to her friend in the locker room. Gym had just ended and they had a couple of minutes before the bell would ring for the next period.

"I'm sure you're just overreacting, isn't he the dark silent type anyways?" she said as she fixed her makeup in the mirror.

Chrissy rolled her eyes in annoyance, she loved her friends but sometimes talking to them would give her a headache. It was one of the reasons she was drawn to Eddie, conversations with him were easy and she felt like he was the only one who actually listened to her.

When Chrissy didn't respond she turned toward her "are you still having sex?"

"Alice," Chrissy exclaimed as a blush spread across her face.

"I'm just saying— if nothing's wrong in the bedroom then I would say everything is alright," she said simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"We've never— I mean, we kiss sometimes but that's about it, our relationship isn't just about sex," Chrissy mumbled looking towards the ground, suddenly interested in scuff marks littering the tiled floor.

Alice turned to her in surprise "Really? Is he a virgin or something?" She raised an eyebrow in shock.

"I don't think so," Chrissy mumbled keeping her eyes trained on the floor.

Alice's face turned into a look of pity. "I'm sorry babe, you might be right, something is wrong."

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Eddie stood at his locker as he put his books up, preparing to go home for the day. In the corner of his eye, he saw you walk by in a hurry. He slammed his locker and took a step toward you. You glanced at him before speeding up, tugging your friend along. A sad look fell upon his face and he sighed in frustration.

He took off towards the double doors and stopped when he felt a hand grab his shoulder. It was his friend Gareth, "What's up man?" he questioned, feeling slightly irritated. He just wanted to get home so he could wallow in pity.

"What's going on with you?" he asked as he walked with Eddie towards his van.

"Nothings wrong— I'm just tired is all," he answered lazily.

"Bullshit man! You're walking around here all depressed and shit. It's making all of us miserable. Oh and don't think I forgot about me covering for you last week. What was that about?" He stood next to the van as he waited for Eddie to respond.

Eddie sighed in exasperation and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was close by. "I'm in love with someone and it's not Chrissy," he explained.

Gareth's eyes went wide with shock. "Wow, I mean— I wasn't expecting that. Who is it? Wait don't tell me, plausible deniability."

"I can't go on like this but I don't want to hurt Chrissy. We've been through so much together, I feel like I owe it to her to stay." Eddie replied, his voice beginning to crack at the overflow of emotions he was feeling.

Gareth slung an arm around Eddie, pulling him into a light hug. "C'mere bring it in."

Eddie allowed him to hug him, something that he normally would never allow but he needed it right now.

"Get a room!" A student yelled in passing as they walked to their car.

"Fuck you," Gareth yelled back, flipping his middle finger up at them.

After a moment Eddie pulled away and gave him a half-hearted smile. "Thanks, I needed that."

"No problem. You're a good person Eddie— a little fucked up but overall your still good," Gareth joked.

"Gee thanks," Eddie replied sarcastically. He opened the door to his van and threw his belongings onto the passenger seat.

"What I mean is that— you know what needs to be done and I trust that you'll do the right thing. Just know that I'm here if you need me."

Eddie nodded giving him another smile before climbing into his van. "Thanks, I'll call you later." He gave a wave goodbye before starting his car and pulling out of the lot.

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You let out a frustrated sigh as you rubbed your clit. You had been at this for half an hour and your orgasm was no closer than when you had first started. This had been a common occurrence since you broke things off with Eddie, you had been having trouble bringing yourself to orgasm since then. It was just a slight hiccup, maybe you were just going through some sorta phase that would eventually pass or so you had thought.

You knew there wasn't anything physically wrong with you. Masturbating had never been a problem before him so it must be a mental problem. You were too in your head and it was affecting your sex life now.

You sat up from the bed and hurried over to your phone. If you couldn't relieve yourself then maybe you should find someone who could. You dialed your friend's number and held the receiver. It rang a few times before you heard a voice on the other end.

"Hello," your friend Clara sing songed into the phone.

"Hi, it's me. Do you still want to go to the party?" you asked.

"Bitch, you know damn well I do," she giggled. "Why the change of heart? I thought you wanted to stay home and study or maybe mope about that mystery boy you've been hung up on."

"First off, I'm not hung up on anybody, and second, I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself. I wanna let loose tonight," you answered back.

"Okay then— I like this new y/n! I'll come to pick you up in an hour okay," she replied excitedly. You gossiped for a bit before hanging up and getting ready for the party. Going over to your closet, you looked through your clothing in search of the skimpiest outfit you could find.

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You and your friend trekked up the small hill towards the party. Loud music could be heard from down the street. A light sheen of sweat covered your body as you breathed out from the exertion.

"Who the hell puts a house at the top of a hill," Clara wondered aloud.

You humped your shoulders in response. Your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Eddie and if he was going to be at the party. The plan was for you to find a cute boy to try and help keep your mind off of Eddie, at least for a little while.

The both of you had made it to the front door of the house and had paused to catch your breath. "You ready," your friend asked with her hand poised on the knob.

Your heart sped up and you nodded your head in response. "Hey, we don't have to do this. We can just go home and watch pretty in pink for the thousandth time." Clara joked as she grabbed your hand, rubbing reassuring circles onto the back.

"I'm fine. Just nervous but I'll be okay," you replied giving her a small smile.

With a nod of her head, she turned back towards the door and opened it. Usually, you would never enter a home without knocking but there was no way anyone would hear it over the deafening music blasting from the stereos.

You walked into the house and were instantly accosted by the smell of weed, cologne, and perfumes circulating throughout the air. The smell made your head spin, suddenly missing the fresh air outside.

"Let's get some drinks," she yelled over the music and you grabbed her hand as she led you to the kitchen.

Once you both had made it into the room you raised an eyebrow, giving her a suggestive grin. "Found the kitchen pretty quickly," you stated, grabbing a beer from the cooler nearest you.

A blush spread across her face as she grinned "Okay I may have been here a few times before." She opened her beer and took a swig trying to appear calm but you saw right through it.

You were shocked, this was the first time you and your friend had been to a party at this house so that meant...

"You slut, since when do you go to 'The Steve Harrington's' house enough to get familiar with the floorplan?"

"About a couple weeks ago, y'know around the same time you started being all mysterious and whatnot," she replied.

Guilt sat heavy in your stomach at her statement. You had become so involved with Eddie that you had neglected your friend to the point that you had no idea that she was even seeing someone.

"Hey, don't look at me like that." She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in for a quick hug. "I had my own secret thing going on too, no need to feel bad," she said consolingly.

"Okay," you hugged her back, giving her a warm smile as she released you from the hug.

"Alright, so I know you hate parties so let's scope out some prospects for ya." She turned and scanned the small crowd hanging around the kitchen.

You kept your eyes glued to your drink, taking another swig as you tried to calm the butterflies swarming in your stomach.

"Hot blonde six o'clock and he's checking you out," she whispered into your ear.

You turned around casually, leaning back against the counter. Your gaze met blue intense eyes staring directly at you. You gasped in surprise, not expecting to find someone staring at you. Lifting your hand shyly, you gave him a small wave before looking away.

"Is he still looking," you mumbled with a grin plastered across your face.

"Sure is and he's headed this way," she smirked.

"Fuck." Taking your beer you tipped it up, gulping the rest of the liquid down quickly. 'I can't do this I'm not ready," you thought to yourself.

"You having a good time?" he drawled as sidled up next to you on the counter.

"Yep," you answered back. Your eyes wandered around the room before settling back onto him.

"Names Billy. What's yours?" he asks as he openly ogles you.

"Y/n," you reply shortly. You could hear an accent in his voice and with his looks, it was clear that he wasn't from here.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." He leaned in closer towards you and took a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.

"Thank you," you said softly, your heart was starting to race from how close he was to you. Your mind once again wondered to Eddie. Was he thinking of you like you were of him? 'Probably not,' you thought bitterly, you shook your head lightly, as if that would help clear your thoughts.

"Wanna dance," he asked you, already grabbing your hand and giving it a light tug.

'What the hell,' you thought. 'Eddie has Chrissy but what about me? Who do I have?' You looked him over for a moment. He was cute enough; if you were into the fuckboy type you supposed. Definitely not boyfriend material.

"Sure, why not," you answer, letting him lead you to the other room. You turn back and wave goodbye to your friend. She gives you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes as you enter the living room.

Soon you're both in the middle of the floor and Billy's pulling you in close. His hands are on the small of your back as you both move to the beat. The slow song that's playing is unfamiliar but has a nice melody and you quickly find yourself humming along to it. You close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder. For a moment your mind is at ease as if your brain had switched off leaving you carefree.

His grip tightened and you feel his breath on the top of your hair. With a smile on your lips and without thinking, a name fell from your lips. He stiffened and instantly, whatever moment you were sharing was broken. Before you could pull away, someone bumped into you and Billy, causing him to stumble away from you.

Billy quickly righted himself "Watch where you're going you idiot!" he shouted.

Your eyes widened in shock when you saw that it was Eddie who had bumped into you. "Fuck you," Eddie sneered as he looked between the both of you.

"The hell you say to me!?" Billy moved in closer toward Eddie and yanked him up by his collar.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the scene unfold in front of you, unable to move. Standing at his full height, Eddie grinned as he looked down at Billy, not backing down as he glared at him threateningly.

"You got a problem with me?" Billy's lips were pulled back in a snarl. His eyes were squinted as he sized Eddie up.

"You tell me, pretty boy." Eddie's response was calm but his eyes told a different story. His irises were pitch black and lit aflame with rage.

The music cut off and a small crowd had gathered around the three of you. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" someone begins to shout.

Billy quickly pushed Eddie back causing him to stumble. Eddie came back and pushed him back even harder. Before it could go any further you threw yourself in between the two of them without thought.

"Please stop, don't do this." Your hands were up and pushed against their chests, trying desperately to keep them at bay. You glanced at Billy, trying to gauge his reaction, and then your gaze landed on Eddie's last. Your eyes connected with his and you could see the sadness and anger he was feeling. "Please Eddie," you whispered, looking deep into his eyes.

After a moment he let out a deep sigh and backed away, throwing his hands up in surrender "Sorry man, thought you were someone else." With one last look towards you, he slipped through the crowd, disappearing into another room.

You looked to Billy and even though it wasn't your fault, you still felt the need to apologize. Before you could open your mouth he turned towards you with a sneer. "Sweetheart, I don't know what the hell that was but next time keep your freak on a leash." He turned and strode away, leaving you amongst the whispering throng of people gathered.

Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment and you could feel your head begin to ache. ''Fuck this, I'm going home," you mumbled as you made your way back into the kitchen. After asking a few people where your friend was, you went upstairs and knocked on Steve's door. The door opened and your friend stood on the other side. She held a sheet up to her body and her face was flushed with a light sheen of sweat.

You told her you were ready to leave and that she could stay if she wanted. "Are you sure?" she asked her face etched with concern.

"Of course, I'm just not feeling too well. You stay and have fun," you reply giving her a cheeky grin. She pulls you in for a hug and you tell her goodbye before turning to leave.

As you're heading out the door, you can feel a heated stare burning at the back of your neck. You turn around and lock eyes with Chrissy. Your heartbeat speeds up as she looks at you quizzically, her usual soft smile is replaced with a frown as she stares at you with her arms crossed. Eddie appears suddenly, breaking the stare-off between you two. Your eyes meet his and you see him make a move toward you, stopping as he glances over at Chrissy. You take that brief moment to quickly walk out the door and shut it before he or Chrissy has the chance to look back toward you.

You feel exhausted and you suppress the urge to scream. Choosing instead to walk down the tortuous hill to your car so you can go home and feel sorry for yourself.

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Part 3.

[yesloulou]

diff twitter user hi but does it bother you when people repost your gifs in general? i don’t have a lot of followers and do my best to mention original creators when writing the gif alt texts (ie “daniel ricciardo indoor rock climbing, gif by yesloulou on tumblr” though i don’t always remember to write the alt text eek) but i hadn’t thought about that being a hard line. or is it just that there are people who take credit for them? thanks and also sorry! <3

Hi anon! ty for this message 💗💗 I… actually like seeing my content in unexpected places (barring tumblr) bc it’s nice to know ppl appreciate them ie this tweet from yesterday lol. What you described here doesn’t bother me either. There’s nothing wrong w sharing things you like w your friends. And if we don’t remember to add sources to everything we post on our social media that’s only normal and ofc understandable.

(I would appreciate being credited somewhere more visible tho but what you’re doing doesn’t bother me <3 Again ty for being so mindful and sending me this ask in the first place!!)

reason why I’m singling out @ ricciardosbabe is bc if you’re a blog with thousands of followers whose posts get thousands of retweets it’s different than just posting stuff for fun on your personal social media. imo this is where they need to be a lil more responsible. When lots of ppl use them as a content source they should be more respectful towards where they get their content from, is all I’m saying.

and now that they’ve been posting my gifs w/out credit for I kid you not three days straight it’s getting on my nerves. Didn’t help that the last one they reposted was one where Daniel moved so freaking much I had to track and stabilize his movements in after effects before actually making the gif in photoshop (you’ll notice the background moving but originally it was a still shot)

anyways. I wasn’t kidding about watermarking me gifs ‘not to be reposted by @ ricciardosbabe’ next time sooo 😳

again ty for this lovely ask!

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𐙚₊˚⊹𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊⊹˚₊𐙚

[astrowithkaro]

𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖎𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘

My interpretations of Scorpio throughout the houses - keep in mind that this doesn't necessarily have to be 100% accurate to you so take what resonates! I bring up both darker and lighter themes. Do not copy, plagiarize or reword my posts, thank you! Give full credits if reposted - Karolina

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 1𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

Scorpio risings have an intense gaze that has the power to make people nervous. These people like giving off an impression of intensity and intimidation. Probably not the biggest fans of having photos taken of them by others through. These people feel things very deeply and intensely. You don’t like showing your vulnerability and opt to instead keep your emotions hidden from the outside world in fear that people will use that against you. You secretly want to control others perception of yourself as well as their opinions of you. You can come off as passionate and mysterious due to Scorpio’s intense nature reflecting in your rising sign. You can be suspicious of most things and therefore very careful and calculative with all your moves. Your presence can at times make some people uncomfortable or insecure in themselves due to the intense energy you exude. You also definitely want to project some sort of sex appeal I feel like. You might attract Libra/Pisces/Cancer risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 2𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

You tend to get jealous when others have more financial freedom than you do. You have intense feelings involving money and personal possessions. You value passion and sexuality but deeper into relationships appreciate sensuality and loyalty, you long for "ride or die" partnership. You might tend to be very secretive in general but especially in terms of money and relationships. A lot of money launderers have this placement lol. You may also like collecting items that are deemed as “taboo” such as bones, sex toys, teeth and things involving death like skulls. You could potentially earn a living through sexual activities, the occult or perhaps healing arts such as yoga/divination/spiritual practices. You hate having to earn a living but also love the idea of being financially secure, this could potentially manifest in your life as a will to study for as long as possible so you don't have to find a job (as a 2H scorpio, same). You might feel attracted to authority figures that can be cold but "give back" in financial matters instead of physical or emotional since 2H rules detachment. You could've potentially had an emotionally distanced mother during childhood or had a mother who struggled with income. Attracts Leo/Scorpio/Gemini risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 3𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

You hide your inner thoughts from most people. This placement could make a great investor, detective or spy. You have a very intense and passionate mind and can articulate your thoughts very well in social settings. You may enjoy writing erotic stories, mystery fiction or just any fiction as a hobby. You like knowing others secrets but but don’t want them to know about yours. You may seek out the secrets of your neighbours or siblings. You’re very persuasive with words. You can manipulate others easily or answer questions without actually truly answering them. You can be very sarcastic with sharp remarks. You love the idea of transforming the way you think or speak. You like talking, thinking or writing about passion, obsession, sex, revenge and transformations. Potentially intense or complicated relationships with siblings or some sketchy contacts. You may have had sexual experiences at a young age or a sibling that has had a near death experience. You may also like provoking extreme reactions in others as well. You have obsessive thoughts and a seductive voice. You may have multiple secret journals where you write down all your deepest darkest feelings. Attracts Capricorn/Aries/Sagittarius risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 4𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

This placements indicates power struggles with a parent or parents. You may have intense feelings or jealousy towards one or both. You like being in control when at home. It can be hard for you to relax and may be seen as the “troubled” kid or black sheep of the family. You like picking fights with family members to get reactions out of them. You don’t like letting other people see how controlling you truly are and are very observant with your own children. You have an extreme need for privacy. You may have deadbolts for your doors, shades always closed or a heavy gate that guards your home, perhaps your home is located somewhere closed off or far from the public. You like a taboo interior style. Very dark and intense homes are a common themes for these types of placements. You might really like chaos and almost feel “at home” in the middle of chaos. Intense feelings of love or hate towards a parent or both. You might also seek revenge on a potential parent or sibling. You’re intense and passionate behind closed doors though. You may also want hidden rooms or compartments built into your home, potentially a red room. Emotionally evolved Scorpios 4H are probably very good at forgiving and moving on with their life and are very family oriented and put their own family first. Attracts Pisces/Libra/Taurus risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 5𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

As a parent you may be very controlling with your children, you may also be passionately involved in their lives and childhood. You have very intense and passionate hobbies and interests. You have a deep and strong love for your children. You may feel really passionate about sports or something along those lines. You may have a lot of creative projects that explore sexuality or healing relationships by having children. You may seek extreme forms of pleasure and pure bliss in romantic relationships. You also seek agony in romance. You put passion into everything you do, especially when it’s involving sex or creativity. You may use art as a way of healing. Sex might be your choice of physical activity lmao. You like risky activity. You may feel attracted to possessive and jealous individuals. Secret or taboo love affairs, hobbies, interests and children may be present in your life. You may have power struggles or be jealous of your children. This is someone who cannot settle or be happy with little things in life. Grandiose and strangely addicted to the idea of happiness, they will often be unhappy simply because of their inability to instantly reach absolute peace. Attracts Capricorn/Aquarius/Virgo risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 6𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

Very opinionated when it comes to food or health (Gordon Ramsey for example has this placement as well) and you may be very stubborn when it comes to diets. You're a natural born healer and passionately involved in everyday routines and work. You could work in the medical field or healthcare perhaps. You might also have obsessive daily habits or routines. Sex is a big part of your daily routine - or it's something you want to be your daily routine. It seems as though you go through transformations or have epiphanies everyday. You could be a passionate cook or chef. You may like using food during sex (whipping cream/chocolate sauce/drunk sex etc). You have intense relationships with co-workers involving obsession, jealousy or passion. You may like to own animals that cause intense reactions from others (e.g snakes, spiders, rats) or are considered exotic - or you might just work with animals, at a zoo perhaps. Although you might have struggles with purging or binge eating. In terms of beliefs you may be interested in meditation/yoga or any spiritual practices but with a dark twins, you may use glam magic to get the person you desire. Attracts Aquarius/Leo/Aries risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 7𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

You're the type of person to go through the highest highs and the lowest lows when it comes to relationships. You like going through emotional extremes in your relationships. You're also a very passionate and sexual partner - or set that as a standard for potential partners. However, you could also be very controlling and possessive in love and friendships. A love/hate relationship can be established with friends, lovers or even business partners. You may be seen as extreme by some. You could be attracted to jealous or obsessive people. You tend to always have emotionally complex or secretive partners or have a hard time bypassing the one night stand phase or take relationships seriously. Some people might suffer with trust issues - that goes both ways. Potential partners could potentially have a brooding personality. People with Scorpio in 7H might sometimes value friendship over partnership - could be interpreted as picking sides with a friend over partner. Attracts Sagittarius/Capricorn/Scorpio risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 8𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

The people are the definition of a phoenix. You have the ability to completely transform yourself in all aspects of life if you wanted to. You may have a very intense interest for death, psychology, the occult or sex. You can sometimes be jealous of other people's finances and sex lives, you don't trust your partners which can lead to you being very secretive or even hiding money from them. You crave passionate and deeply emotional sex. You're insanely sexual towards others though, you like transforming through it. You tend to have deep interactions with others. You're a very risky person in every aspect - which sometimes can be interpreted as biting the hand that fed you which is something you should be aware of. STD's may be common for you. You could like drug use during sex, strangulation and stuff that are considered taboo. In partners you seek emotionally complex individuals, you feel like you understand them better that way. You might inherit large amounts of money from deceased family members. You could perhaps become a financial or death researcher - accountant or mortician. Attracts Libra/Sagittarius/Pisces risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 9𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

You have very mixed opinions on culture and religion. You heavily believe in the art of healing and transforming. You might have a philosophy of life that encourages powerful emotional expression or that supports sexual exploration and eroticism. You may try and attempt to control other people's beliefs on religion. You may keep your religious or cultural beliefs secret from others or the public. A lot of anthropologists and publishers and travellers have this placement. You want to help transform the world and humanity. You could tend to struggle with the concept of the higher power or God. You may also be prone to foreign affairs or seek partners with different a culture/ethnicity than you. You might find satisfaction in watching or practicing sports, trading stocks, traveling or watching comedy shows. You might also be attracted to individuals who are highly intelligent or educated with and touch of spiritualism and can therefore lead to having a hard time finding partners who can live up to those expectations. You might be popular on social media or are attracted to celebrities/celebrity lifestyle. Attracts Scorpio/Taurus/Gemini risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 10𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

These people might feel an intense jealousy of other people's success. The public could view you as a passionate and mysterious person. You may interest the masses, the highest highs of success and the lowest lows of failure could be experienced with this placement. You deeply crave a career that puts you in a position of power and have a big influence on people. You need a partner that fuels your passion, a lot of musicians and business CEO's have this placement. At their lowest, these people might seek out individuals who are more powerful than themselves and have a "damsel in distress" mentality. At their best they can be successful as professors/architects/mechanics/therapists/designers/leaders of some sort. You could be widely recognized for being charismatic and charming. You may have a powerful parent that you look up to - most often mother. Known in the public as a highly sexual person. Father may be absent physically or emotionally. You might have a career that will involve eroticism. You're widely known as a healer and have a sensual charisma to yourself that only the special people in your life get to share. Attracts Capricorn/Leo/Aries risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 11𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

You could have very controlling friends or you could be the controlling friend. You may have an intense feeling of jealousy towards friends. You want to be passionately involved in causes that will change the world. You may have a lot of FWBs. You could tend to have an inability to separate sex and friendships. When famous you could have very obsessive or controlling fans, may attend occult, private, or sex clubs at times. You like being apart of something secretive (group wise) such as clubs or organizations. You could be friends with a few strippers, escorts or porn stars. You may attract secret admirers. You could want to experience being apart of a cult. Scorpio 11H may create erotic art as a healing practice. They might be attracted to sensual and calm partners who are open to sharing their creative efforts or finances, they are very big on fair play/diplomacy and justice. Attracts Virgo/Libra/Pisces risings.

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘰 12𝘏 ∞༺♥༻✧

You may have some sort of involvement with death row inmates. Jealousy and secrecy is your self undoing along with paranoia or sex addiction. You're a deeply paranoid person with extreme feelings of jealousy and obsession toward others. You could work in the healing arts or be very committed to transformation and healing in this lifetime. You like being involved in charity or volunteering work. You're a very magnetic and mysterious person naturally. You may have very intense, vivid or disturbing dreams including dreams of dying, the afterlife, having sex or deep interactions with others. May lucid dream a lot. You don't like revealing what's hurting you to others because of fear of being a burden. You may have a secret dream journal as well. These people could potentially seek out highly skilled or diplomatic partners who have the same problem-solving qualities as yourself. Attracts Aries/Gemini/Aquarius risings.

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𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖜, 𝖑𝖒𝖐 𝖎𝖋 𝖎𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni!!! unprotected p in v sex, swearing, drug/alcohol use/mentions, kinda sad/angsty in the beginning, lots of plot

summary: you and eddie are talking about your time in the upside down, and he distracts you with a swim in steve's pool and a warm shower after. eddie ended up alive despite the odds, but both of you are still dealing with the aftermath.

word count: 2.9k

notes: i really love this, and it's roughly based on swimming when i was young to take my mind off a lot of crappy stuff. it also had me thinking about eddie and how the upside down probably isn't any good for someone's psyche. there is a lot of plot before the smut so if you like slightly angsty fluff, this is for you. i'm also reposting this a second time bc i think the tags last time made the algorithm do a fucky wucky.

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Ever since Steve had his first scuffle with the Upside Down, he wasn’t as much of a party person. If he was going to die, he wasn’t going to die doing some stupid shit starting with him saying, “hold my beer!” However, he still enjoyed a good kickback with his friends, if you could call it that. Your current friend group was the definition of chaos. You and Steve were joined by Robin, Nancy, and Eddie Munson. He was sort of adopted into the group after you were all traumatized in the Upside Down. When you do that kind of stuff, you’re kind of bonded for life. I mean, who else would believe you?

You had always found Eddie endearing, even before your experiences together. It seemed strange that despite everything you had heard about him and everything that happened to him growing up, he still didn’t give a damn what anyone thought about him. His style was less than conventional, but that made him all the more exciting. He was new and different compared to all of the others you grew up with in Hawkins. 

Aside from the new dimension Eddie brought to your friend group, he also brought a handful of new experiences, and by a handful of experience, he definitely meant handfuls of weed. He wasn’t dealing nearly as much once his name was cleared since all eyes were on him, but that left him with a lot of excess that he couldn’t finish by himself. Which is how the two of you ended up high at Steve Harrington’s house, all of you stoned, shooting the shit until the early hours of the morning.

“No fucking way, Ed!” Steve laughed. “You could not take a Demogorgon by yourself. It took three of us!”

“Okay, but like… Consider, a flamethrower?” Eddie said. As much as you wanted to laugh, you could tell he was dead serious. You and Eddie had a higher tolerance, so you were both significantly less high than everyone else at the house. Robin was super giggly, and Nancy was absolutely destroying Eddie’s argument.

“Logistically speaking, yes,” Nancy said. “But you don’t even know how to use a flamethrower. You didn’t even believe me when I told you I had guns.”

“Ah yes,” Eddie sighed. “Nancy ‘Guns, Plural’ Wheeler.”

You all laughed this off, all of you getting a bit tired, especially the ones who were still pretty high. Steve ditched first, saying he was going to bed, then Nancy, then Robin, all going to their respective guest rooms for the night. Steve had a huge house, so Nancy and Robin were sharing a room, Steve was staying in his room, you were in the guest room, and Eddie was taking the couch. Generally, you guys rotated who got stuck with the couch, but it was ridiculously comfortable regardless. Eventually, you and Eddie were the only ones still awake, still not very tired. Both of you were still having trouble sleeping after defeating Vecna. Nancy told you that you never sleep well after your first time, but you hadn’t really believed her until now. It was a month after saving Hawkins, and you still couldn’t close your eyes without seeing a sobbing Dustin Henderson and a barely alive Eddie Munson. You couldn’t tell how phased Eddie was by this; you didn’t even know how much he remembered. Eventually, after some time just chatting about life post-Vecna, Eddie asks you the burning question.

“So are you having trouble sleeping, too?” He asks. You just nod. You don’t want to tell him what you see when you close your eyes. “I figured. I don’t want to sleep either. I just remember telling Henderson to take care of the new kids for me. I think I remember the rest of you guys yelling but I’m not sure. Scares the shit out of me to know I could have died down there.”

“I know what you mean,” you said. “It’s terrifying to go like that. You never think it can kill you until it does, or almost does. Vecna reached his hand out to me as Robin and I threw Molotovs at him, and I knew right then that if this didn’t work, I was done for. So I said a prayer and threw it.”

“Do you have that thing where you see the same thing when you close your eyes? It feels like you’re watching it as a movie. It doesn’t feel like you, but its not not you, you know?”

You had never heard it all described so clearly before. It was like he had it all figured out, even though you knew there was really no way for any of you to have any of this really figured out. You sighed, “Yes. That’s exactly how it is. I feel like I can’t get it to leave me alone. Like the scene just has to play through to the end.” You paused a moment, “I thought you were dead, Eddie.”

Both of you sat in an uncomfortable silence a moment. It was true. Everyone thought he was dead, even Eddie. Miraculously, he made it, and that was what everyone chose to talk about, but no one ever wanted to talk about the horrors of the “after”, the post-Vecna, whatever you wanted to call it. It was almost as if choosing to live in the past forever would keep you safe from what came next. What’s one more time? 

“We should step out for some fresh air,” Eddie said. You quietly followed him behind the house to Steve’s pool. The lights were on out back, giving the pool an inviting blue glow. Eddie started stripping out of his clothes next to you.

“What are you doing?” you said, confused.

“Doing what I always do when I start thinking about this shit: literally anything else.”

Eddie strips down to just his boxers and takes a running start into the pool, the smell of chlorine rushing up to hit your nose as he splashes into the water. His method, albeit somewhat avoidant and unhealthy, sounded good in the moment. “You should join me. The water’s not too cold.”

Hesitantly, you agree. You weren’t keen on the idea of getting naked in front of your friend, but honestly, anything to push the thoughts out of your head sounded pretty damn good at the moment. You took off your tee shirt and jeans leaving only your bra and underwear still on. “Pink? Nice,” Eddie said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood. You walk back about as far as you can go, and take a running leap. You were submerged in the cool water as your feet touched the bottom. As you rise to the surface, you push your hair out of your face and take a big breath of fresh air. You look over at Eddie, his wet face shining in the moonlight. His hair was now slicked back aside from his bangs sticking to his forehead. “Feel a little better?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” you were surprised by how quickly it had cleared the thoughts out of your mind. 

“I told you so,” Eddie said. “You’re safe here. We’re both safe. Nothing is going to happen to us.”

“How can you be so sure of that?” you asked.

“Well to be honest, I’m not sure. But I know what it’s like now. The others have done this even more than we have and made it out alive every time. I will be there to protect you. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” Eddie said. His voice sounded shaky, but not afraid. You couldn’t put your finger on the emotion in his voice. “You will always be safe with me.”

You didn’t exactly know how to process that. You really liked Eddie, but you never knew he cared about you like that. Maybe it was just the trauma, or living through the after, but something drew the two of you together that you couldn’t place. The two of you got off the subject quickly, talking about music and movies and your friends, about how ‘86 was finally you and Eddie’s year, regardless of how difficult it was. 

“You wanna race?” you ask Eddie.

“What?”

“Do you want to race from one end of the pool to the other?”

“Why?”

“Because it’s fun?”

“Fine, but I have the clear physical advantage,” Eddie says sarcastically. He flexes his arm jokingly, but he looked stronger than he thought. 

You both line up at the edge of the pool and count off from three. About halfway down the pool, you notice Eddie is ahead of you, so you try to grab his feet to pull him back. That pull pushed you forward just enough to beat him to the other side.

“What the fuck!” Eddie yelled. “That was so unfair!”

“I was simply using my resources,” you said. Eddie gets an idea, as evidenced by the devilish grin on his face. He begins to chase you around, eventually grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. By this point, both of you are laughing uncontrollably, and Eddie sets you down on the side of the pool. 

“You know, you’re more fun than I thought you’d be,” he said.

“What, did you think I was gonna be mean and scary?”

“Well, I always pegged you to be more like Nancy since you guys are pretty close,” Eddie said. “You’re a lot more laid back.”

You looked at each other. There were no words but you felt like you could read his mind. His wet skin was soft and his shaggy hair hung around his shoulders, and his smile was still the biggest thing you were focusing on. “Come here,” he said. You obliged and hopped down. Eddie then wrapped you in the biggest bear hug you could imagine. The kind that pushes all your broken pieces back together. When he finally let you go, he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head. “Nothing will ever hurt you again.”

You looked up at the man you had previously thought was impossible to know, realizing that all alone, he was keeping you out of the loop to keep you safe. You were both free. Nothing was stopping you anymore. You place a soft kiss to his cheek, testing the waters. Eddie hoists you up on to hips, wrapping your legs around his waist as he kisses you for the first time. He tastes like chlorine and salt, but none of that mattered right then. Both of you were safe.

As you pulled apart, the pool water had you both a bit sticky. You both decided it was about time to get out of the pool, grabbing towels from a bin just outside the door. As Eddie climbed out of the pool, his boxers clung to his skin, showing off his legs and leaving little to the imagination. The man was hung, confirming your suspicions. You dried off your hair, scrunching it up to try to get the water out, which only left your hair dry and frizzy. “I think I need to take a shower. I forgot how nasty pools can make your hair.”

“You’re telling me,” Eddie said. “Mind if I join you?” You stumble over your words a minute, not sure if he was joking. 

“Uh sure? Why not?”

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. Nothing I wasn’t trying to see anyways.”

As Eddie followed you to the upstairs bathroom, you both tried to keep your footsteps light to not wake the others. It was almost three in the morning, but the two of you were still very awake. As soon as you shut the door, Eddie lifts you on to the countertop, placing his hands firmly on your waist. “Promise that this is what you want?”

“Absolutely,” you said. It felt like a switch in you just flipped as you start kissing him again, slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth. He starts to rub your sides, sinking the pads of his fingers into your flesh. You move his hands lower on to your thighs, and then further in between your legs.

“Are you sure?” he said.

“Quit being such a gentleman.”

That statement lit a fire under Eddie, gripping your thighs as he aggressively made out with you, eventually moving his hands up to grab your tits. He slips your bra off quickly and starts kissing up your body to your neck. You let out a quick whine, which was quickly silenced by a hand lightly wrapped around your throat. “Shhh, gotta be quiet, darling. Everyone’s still asleep.” You obliged as he kept making you squirm, fighting every urge to cry out. Eddie continued kissing along your neck and collarbones, loosening his grip on your neck as you settled down. He kept moving lower, kissing your breasts, the your stomach, ending with a soft bite on your upper thighs. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” Eddie said as he pulled off your already soaked underwear. The whole bathroom reeked of sex and pool water, and you weren’t complaining. You also had a relatively quick and sudden understanding why Eddie may have handcuffs hanging in his bedroom. He pulled you down from the bathroom counter where you were no longer at eye level. Looking down at you, he let out a soft sigh. “I knew you were gorgeous, but this is almost too much.”

“So are you, Ed,” you exhale. “I didn’t expect you to be so good at all this.”

“I’m a nerd, not a virgin,” he chuckled. “Are you sure you’re good with all this? You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.”

Eddie put his hand on your cheek, lifting your head up to meet his gaze. Despite you thinking this was just a hookup, you were both stone cold sober by now, and his eyes were all love. “So?” he asked.

You gave him a quick kiss and muttered out a soft, “please.”

“‘Atta girl,” he said, bending you over the counter. You could see him behind you in the mirror, fiddling with his boxers, pushing them down, and then looking at you in the mirror. The thought of being inside of you had him dripping. You felt him tease your entrance. “So fucking beautiful,” he says in barely a whisper. Eddie pushed into you, his length being more than you expected. You bite down on the palm of your hand to stifle the sounds coming out of you. Eddie chuckles, “so fucking good for me. Stay quiet, darling.”

He starts thrusting into you at a quicker pace, and you find it harder and harder to keep quiet as he reaches around your wait to play with your clit. “Please, Eddie. Don’t stop, please,” you say as quietly as you can. You feel a warm sensation pooling in your stomach as he presses the pad of his finger against your needy clit, stifling a moan as you come. After this, he takes away his hand as he continues to fuck you, grabbing your hair to make you look in the mirror. “Look how pretty you are when I fuck you,” Eddie said.

As he kept going, his thrusts grew more and more uneven, hips stuttering as he pulled out to come on your hips, groaning softly to avoid waking the others. As he grabbed the counter to steady himself, you stayed bent over the counter, knowing you were going to be about as graceful as Bambi after that. Eddie grabbed a hand towel and wet it in the sink, and then used it to clean up your back. He then helped hold you up, seeing as your legs were still a bit shaky. “How about that shower?” he asked innocently.

You just chuckled, “sure, Munson.”

Eddie ran the water in the shower and guided you in. While he washed your hair, he asked, “So, how was it?”

“How do you think?” Eddie looked at you awaiting a response. “Good! Like, really good! Context clues, Ed, god.”

“Oh, I know. Just wanted to hear you say it,” he said as he continued to rub the shampoo into your scalp, then rinsing it (and the crazy amounts of chlorine) out. He grabbed the conditioner and did the same, trying to comb out the knots with his fingers. “Pool water is so bad for your hair,” he says.

“And how would you know that?”

“Sweetheart- and I mean this in all honesty- do you think I don’t take care of my hair?”

“To be honest, I thought you were like every other man I know and used 2-in1.”

“Lies! Slander!” he laughs. You both finish your shower, and he leaves to grab your overnight bag so that you can both get ready for bed.

By the time you were finally getting ready for bed, you didn’t know what time it was anymore or much else for that matter. What you did know was that you no longer saw terrifying things when you closed your eyes. And that no one was sleeping on the couch that night, as Eddie pressed your head into his bare chest. And wordlessly, you both fell asleep easy for the first time in months.

[inagetawaycarxo]

Pretty Lies, The Ugly Truth | Damian Priest

❧ Pairings: Vampire!Damian Priest x Doctor!Reader

❧ Featuring: Damian Priest, Y/n [reader], unnamed characters.

❧ Summary: Y/n finds out Damian is a vampire.

❧ Warnings: blood, gaslighting, fluff, lies, errors I missed.

❧ w/c: 619

❧ A/N: FOR MY FAVOURITE PERSON EVER! 🥺

for @x-idontknow-x​

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It all happened so fast, Damian and you were dancing outside at a party when he accidentally bumped into a man. Apologizing to them, before turning his attention back to you. expect the moment was ruined when the guy Damian bumped into turned Damian around and plunged a knife into his abdomen. Making you gasp aloud.

The guy pulled the knife out making a pool of blood form on his white shirt. Everyone rushed away. The guy that stabbed Damian smirked evilly, before fleeing the scene.

You looked around, seeing a folded towel on a sun chair. You quickly left Damian’s side to grab it. Rushing over to him. You quickly lifted his shirt up. Expecting to see a wound and a lot of blood gushing out, but that wasn’t the case. You furrowed your eyebrows. Putting the towel on the wound. Damian grabbed your wrist pulling it away.

You were looking at the stab wound only seeing no wound there. You looked at the towel seeing blood on it. You were in shock. Were your eyes playing tricks on you? you could have sworn you saw him get stabbed.

“How, I…”You gasped out, looking at where he got stabbed and the towel that had his blood on it.

“It was just a trick of the eye, he just bumped into me,” He spoke, but you shook your head in disbelief.

“No, don’t gaslight me, I saw what I saw, explain the blood, on your shirt and the towel, and the hole in your shirt from the knife going into you,” You spoke, voice filled with panic.

Damian out a deep sigh, looking around there weren’t any people outside, they were all inside, minding their own business partying as if nothing happened before. He came to a decision, he had to compel you to forget, it was the only way to keep you. By how you were reacting it was best if he erased your memory of this event, you weren’t ready to know the truth.

Damian let go of your wrist, as you babbled out what you saw, and how it didn’t make any sense.

He grabbed the side of your face with both hands. you looked at him in a state of dismay.

“I am not crazy,” You snapped. Tears of frustration prick your eyes. Damian felt his cold dead heart clench.

“I know,” He sighed.

“But you aren’t ready to know what I truly am,” He spoke. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

What the hell was he talking about, maybe he was delusional or in shock, You thought to yourself.

You tried to speak but Damian stopped you.

“Look into my eyes,” He commanded. Making you give him a questionable look. He was definitely in shock. You complied. You felt a sudden force, drawing you closer to him, forcing you to focus on him, as if he had you under some sort of spell.

“You won’t remember any of the events that took place, you won’t remember seeing me get stabbed, all you will remember is us dancing,” Damian compelled you, as he looked into your eyes.

He blinked again, taking his hands away from your face, you blinked a couple of times. Giving him a small smile.

“Do you want to go home, and have a horror movie marathon?” You asked him, Smiling hopefully at him.

“Of course, baby, let’s get out of here,” He spoke. Giving you a charming smile.

He wrapped his arm around you. You intertwined your fingers with his fingers. Smiling up at him. he winked at you, making you giggle. He felt bad about compelling you to forget, but you weren’t ready and he wasn’t ready to lose you….

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[abimess]

The Lady Next Door

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Maybe it was just your imagination, however it really looked like that mesmerizing redhead living next door felt a thing or two for you

Word count: 2.848

Warnings: smut (+18 only!); milf; (let me know if I should add more)

A/N: Hey, guys. So some of you asked me to write smut and a friend encouraged me so here it is (she also named it so if you don’t like it that’s on her).

It’s the first time I write something like this so let me know if you like it. Also, if you want more, send me a request about it (also send me a context because I’m terrible creating those).

Good reading!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

Masterlist | Library Blog (Read on Wattpad | AO3)

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College was infuriating. If any other professor gives you another assignment you’d probably combust.

Deciding you have studied enough for the weekend, you head out of your apartment. Willing to catch some air, you walk towards the common area of your building on the ground floor, a book on your hand.

You sit in one of the benches, breathing in the cold air of the afternoon and open your book.

You don’t know how much time has passed when you hear footsteps growing louder. When you look to where the sound is coming from, you smile at the woman in front of you.

“Good afternoon, Miss Maximoff.”

“Good afternoon, dear.” She retorts with a soft smile, sitting beside you.

Wanda has been your next door neighbor for almost two years now and she had to be the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Her eyes had this spectacular shade of green and her smile would always make you tremble at the moment it shows up on her face. And her beauty did not stop there. Trying to be respectful, she does not look like a mother of two ten-year-old twins. You’d have to be very careful not to be caught staring at her features whenever she was around.

At the beginning, you considered asking her out or something but soon enough gave up on the idea. A woman like Wanda would never want anything with a twenty-two-year-old NYU student such as yourself. You had nothing to offer her.

But you weren’t sure if that was actually true.

There were times like a few weeks ago when you went out for a run and passed by Wanda on the hallway on your way back. She greeted you with hungry eyes, scanning your body entirely before looking back at your eyes, a smirk on her face. As you enter your apartment, you think the interaction was so absurd that you thought your mind probably made it up just to mess with you. But you feel your legs a little trembling either way.  

Also, she would always touch you for longer than was common for a person to do. Not that you would mind any of that. Whenever you offer to help her with anything around the hallways or with the twins, she would always thank you as she runs her fingers through your arm or your back, causing shiver in your entire body.

And when she talked to you, her voice got deeper and thicker, as if she wanted you to feel her instead of hear her. You wouldn’t mind doing both.

But yeah, that was probably just on your mind.

You smile when the twins wave at you as they play around and you go back to reading your book.

“What are you reading there?” Wanda asks after a while, leaning in to see the pages of your book and you hold your breath when you notice her close.

“Pride and prejudice.” You say as you show her the cover and she nods.

“I like this one.” She says and you smile. Her approval making you happy for some reason. “It’s really rare for people your age to read this kind of books.”

“I like it. I think it will never stop being relevant.” You say and Wanda frown her brows encouraging you to continue. “You know, people will always have prejudices. They change throughout the decades, of course, but they’re always there. I don’t know, maybe some of the times something is considered wrong not because it is wrong but because it wasn’t socially accepted yet.”

Wanda looks away for a moment, as if pondering about something and you swallow dryly thinking that you may have offended her in some way. But she soon looks back at you, a smirk on her face.

“I like the way you think, (Y/n).” You smile shyly at her words and her gaze shift immediately to your mouth and you shiver. Her eyes look back at yours and she bites her lower lip in a smile you can’t quite decipher but it makes you feel a weird sensation on the tip of your belly and you blush intensely.

Wanda turns her attention back to the twins, warning them their coming back home, and gets up.

“See you around, darling?” Her voice sounds almost like a wish and your body shivers once again.

“Of course, Miss Maximoff.” You say shyly and stutter, what apparently amuses the redhead very much. She gives you an intense gaze before turning around and leaving. And you let go off a deep breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

That woman would be the death of you.

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Later that night, a knock on your door catch your attention. You look on your phone and frown as you see the clock. Who would be knocking on your door at 10:30pm on a Sunday? But you open the door anyway and almost choke at the sight.

On the other side you see Wanda, with a slightly messy hair and an innocent smile on her face. The redhead is wearing a soft pink nightgown that is way too see through, a light sweater being the only thing standing between your eyes and the sight of her breasts. It takes everything on you to keep your eyes up and locked on hers. Something about the way she looks at you makes you think she knows exactly the effect she has on you.

“Goodnight, Miss Maximoff.” You try really hard not to stutter, but you do anyway causing the other woman to giggle lightly before answering. “Goodnight, dear, hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You move your arms dismissively. “I was just going over some stuff from college.”

“Oh, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You could never bother me, Miss Maximoff.” The words slip too easy from your mouth and you curse yourself for how they sounded. The redhead bites her lower lip and it takes too much of an effort not to look down at the action. “How can I help you?”

“You’re too sweet, dear. I got this new wifi printer but I just can’t make it work. I was wondering if you could help me.”

“Of course.” You say with a smile and she thanks you, leading you to her apartment.  

The place is beautiful and comfortable, just like a family home should be. There are some toys here and there, but other than that everything is just well organized and cleaned. But the silence is not very characteristic of a house with two ten-year-old boys.  

“The twins went to a sleepover in a friend’s house.” She explains almost as if she could read your mind and you just nod in agreement, an anxious sensation taking over you slowly.

She points you a desk in the corner of the living room where the notebook and the printer are placed and you shyly make your way there.

As soon as you sit on the chair, Wanda places a hand on your shoulder. Her hand is soft, but it makes you tense up completely. She gives you little squeezes once in a while and your mouth goes dry every time she does so.

It’s a pretty easy task and it doesn’t take long for you to configure the devices. You explain to her everything she has to know and neither of you mind when Wanda gets too close to see where you’re pointing at the screen as you give her the instructions.

“Thank you, sweetheart, you’re a lifesaver.” She says with a soft smile when you’re done and you flush at the nickname. “Not a problem at all, Miss Maximoff.”

“Do you drink, dear?” She asks, making her way to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge.

“Oh, I don’t mean to overstep here or something-.” You start, but Wanda interrupts you “Don’t be silly, dear, you’re not overstepping.” The redhead retorts with a playful smile, handing you one of the wine glasses. “I’m offering you.”

“Thank you, Miss Maximoff.” You say, shyly taking the drink from her hand and giving it a small sip. Wanda watches you, biting her lip. “You can just call me Wanda.”

You nod, feeling your cheeks burning, and Wanda leads you to the couch in the living room. The older woman sits facing you, her side leaning against the back of the couch and her legs tucked in. You sit straight with your back against the couch, looking at anything else but Wanda. You don’t quite understand what’s going on, but you are definitely not willing to stop it.  

The redhead watches your embarrassment and nervousness in amusement, scanning every trace of you with her hungry green eyes.

She soon asks you about college and you tell her, feeling happy that someone shows interest on your life in such a caring way. The whole time, Wanda’s fingers run around the hair on the back of your neck, sending shivers all over your spine. It’s probably the wine on you, but you suddenly feel a hint of hope.

“I wanna ask you permission to do something.” You say turning to face her, a little slow from the alcohol. Instead of moving her hand away from you, Wanda gently start to caresses your neck with the tip of her fingers and the shivers only intensify. The redhead gives you a small smirk.  

“You don’t have to ask me permission to do anything, (Y/n), I’m not your mother.” She retorts in a challenging tone, her brows raised in defiance.

“I kinda have though. Because…” You start feeling your heart beating faster on your chest. You take a deep breath before continue. “I want to ask permission to kiss you.”

“As I said,” she says, her voice huskier than ever, placing the wine glass now empty on the small table in front of the couch and she leans in, her face mere inches from yours now “you don’t have to ask me permission to do anything.”

Her breath against your lips was all you needed. You advanced closing the distance between you two and connecting your lips in a soft kiss. Wanda moves her hands to your neck and you place yours on her waist. When you give it a little squeeze, Wanda sighs against your mouth and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue against hers, the new touch intensifying the discomfort below your belly.

Not long after, Wanda gets up just enough to sit on your lap and you sigh at the feeling of her thighs pressed against yours. Without breaking the kiss, you move your hands up to remove her sweater and you can feel Wanda smiling against your lips. She moves away to remove the garment but before you can admire the sight she is kissing you again intensely, making your head spin.

You move your hands down her waist, circling her body so you can touch her thighs. Wanda lets out a low groan when your hands touch her skin below the nightgown and you smile against her lips.

Moving your fingers gently towards Wanda’s intimacy, your breath hitch when you feel she’s not wearing panties. She catches your lower lip between her teeth, causing your eyes to roll on their orbs. Wanda moves her kisses down your jaw and your neck and as soon as you slide your fingers on her wet clit she bites your skin, making you sigh.  

As you gently rub your fingers against her, Wanda moans lowly against your ear, holding the back of your hair, making your entire body shivers. With your other hand, you squeeze the redhead’s ass before moving your hand up, removing her nightgown. Wanda moves away to help you remove the item and you instantly miss her warmth against you.

You sigh at the sight of Wanda’s naked form in front of you. She is even more breathtaking than you could’ve ever imagined, with her messy hair, swollen lips and her body begging to be touched by you.

The redhead advances towards you again, connecting your lips once more in a passionate kiss. You fasten your touch on her clit and Wanda moans against your mouth. You move your fingers to her entrance teasingly and she whimpers. You move your fingers back to her clit and repeat the teasing a few times before Wanda can’t take it anymore and break the kiss.

“I need you inside me” she begs breathlessly and she won’t have to ask twice. You slide one finger inside of her and smirk when a loud moan escapes her lips. You move your finger slowly for her to adjust to it, but Wanda is soon riding your finger, desperate to feel you, so you bury it deeper and faster inside of her, earning a series of loud moans from the redhead.

You kiss her again but Wanda can barely answer to it, so you move your lips down her jaw, leaving wet kisses all the way down to her breasts. You kiss and suck her nipples, trying to divide your attention equally between them both, and Wanda throws her head back in pleasure, arching her back.  

When you slide another finger inside of her, a loud high pitched moan escapes from Wanda’s lips as she begins to tremble on top of you. You hold her tight around her waist to help her keep her balance as you move your thumb against her clit and keep a steady, deep movement inside of her.

Wanda moans your name loudly sending shivers through your entire body. Her tremble intensifying at every second and you start to feel Wanda tightening against your fingers. She comes undone against you, a loud, open-mouthed moan escapes from her mouth, making your own intimacy pulsate.

You move your hand to her thighs and give them a little squeeze as you observe the woman on top of you. Her messy hair, her swollen lips, the way she’s gripping tightly on your shoulders to keep her balance and the way her chest moves as she breathes deeply. Everything about her is intoxicating and you wanted more of her.

You wrap your arms around her waist and with a firm, fast move you switch your positions on the couch, having Wanda under you now. She looks at you with wide eyes in surprise but you kiss her before she could say anything.

Her hands travel down your back and she lifts your shirt. You step away to take the item off and Wanda bites her lip in a smirk “That’s better”. You smirk at her words and advance to kiss her again, the feeling of your naked torso pressed against hers doing wonders to your libido. She moves her hands to your hair and you run your fingers through the side of her body and you smile as your touch makes her shiver.

When Wanda break the kiss to breath, you move your kisses down her neck. You keep going down and you can feel her body moving as she breathes heavily. You deposited soft kisses all the way down to her breasts. You lick and suck one of her breasts as you squeeze the other one with your hand and Wanda sighs at your touch.

You move your kisses down her stomach and Wanda shivers at every touch. You kiss the tip of her belly and feel the redhead holding her breath. You smirk, deciding to give her what she wants without teasing this time.

You kneel in front of her and run your tongue against her wet pussy, feeling her intoxicating taste and wining a low moan from the redhead. You circle your tongue against her clit and Wanda tangles her hand in your hair.

As you keep a constant rhythm on her clit, licking and sucking, you gently slide one finger inside of her and Wanda whimpers in pleasure. After settling a slow pace, you slide in another finger and the grip on your hair gets tighter as Wanda lets out a loud moan and you smirk proudly. Not long after, Wanda starts to spasm again and you hold her with your other hand to keep her steady.

Wanda moans loudly, encouraging you to keep going. Her hips moving against you and she guiding your head for your mouth to be exactly where she wanted to. The redhead comes undone once more with loud moans, but you only stop when she pushes your head gently, not being able to handle your touch any longer.

You make your way back to her lips, kissing her body on your way up. Your lips meet in a passionate, desperate kiss and Wanda sighs as she tastes herself on your mouth.

This time, Wanda is the one to flip you two over, being on top of you. She breaks the kiss and you open your eyes in surprise. She looks at you with dilated pupils and a smirk on her face as she whispers against your lips “it’s my turn now.”

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

[sugalaritae]

starstruck pt. 6 (myg, kth)

Summary: You wish the bubble you and Taehyung built around yourself on your date could continue, but as the sun rises in the sky reality sets in for you.

pairing: Kim Taehyung x plus-sized f. reader, Min Yoongi x plus-sized f. reader

genre(s): angst with the tiniest bit of fluff (smut in later chapters)

au: non!idol, university!au

word count: 4339

trigger warnings: anxiety, depression, internalized fatphobia, insecurities, alcohol abuse, substance abuse, nerves, lots of overthinking

rating: 18+

author's note: This chapter has been on my mind since the very beginning because of how heavy it is and I had to make sure that I was taking care of myself before I wrote this, as it is a deeply personal chapter. If you are struggling with your own mental health or are struggling with addiction you are not alone even though your brain makes it feel that way sometimes. Please reach out to someone you trust or a hotline as they are great resources to help. You are important and you are worthy of all the love in the world. Thank you to @introlxv made this amazing banner and thank you to them! And a wonderful thank you to @miscelunaaa for reading this, making corrections, and screaming at me about things!

taglist: @yoongiversal @moonchild1

© sugalaritae, 2022. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work even if you give credit. all of this is mine.

YOONGI

"Hey...it's me," he clears his throat.

"I know it's been a few days since we've spoken and that today was your date... I hope that went well... I... I... uh... I was just wondering if you'd come over tomorrow night," another throat clearing.

"There's something that I'd like to talk to you about and I think it should be in person."

A pause.

"Ok. Text me."

Another pause, longer this time. His voice lowers.

"I miss you."

YOU

You wake with Taehyung’s arm and leg draped over you. His breath tickles the back of your neck and you close your eyes again, smiling to yourself. It’s a soft moment filled with so much promise. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but as your brain slowly wakes you begin to remember bits and pieces of the night before.

You think about the last time that you woke up in a man’s arms.

Yoongi had slept holding you after your kiss. You had woken up and thought about waking him with kisses up and down the arms that held you tight to his body, but then he had rolled over, leaving you feeling empty and cold. He made the decision for you.

You had hoped, foolishly, that when Yoongi finally wokeup, he would text you and ask where you were. That he would tell you that he liked having you in his bed and that he had been hoping to kiss you good morning.

But no such text had happened; instead what followed had made you feel even more empty, lonely, and cold than the small action of rolling over had.

You thought about doing the same with Taehyung. Leaving him with a note telling him that you had a good time last night and that you wanted to do it again, but he had other ideas. Instead of rolling over, he pulls you to him with a moan as his hand searches for yours and quietly laces your fingers together.

You feel his breath against your neck as another small moan slips out of him and against your skin.

“G’morning,” he mumbles and then slowly, his leg falls off of you as his arms stay put.

It surprises you how much you enjoyed having him draped over you. How you enjoyed being that close to him and for him to be that comfortable with you. You don’t want to think about how scary that is and how certain people you know would tell you that being comfortable so quickly is a red flag. They were wrong though. They had to be wrong, right? Or was that another red flag as well?

“Morning,” you greet him back.

A thought takes you and suddenly you feel trapped.

You never think you look good in the morning. You don’t know why you agreed to stay over. No, you asked to stay over. You’re a fool. You definitely do not feel sexy even though you want to. Even though your whole body loves being pressed up against him. Loves the way that his arms feel wrapped around you, his fingers laced in yours. It’s only your brain worrying: the stupid anxiety that popped up when you were a teenager and wove itself around the already blooming fatphobic standards of society persists, even like this.

“Can I make you coffee?” he asks in almost a whisper, his breath warm against your neck. You feel him move a little behind you, his hair tickling your ear lightly before he presses a kiss on your neck.

You’re silent, lost in your head, waves of insecurities overwhelming you, despite your body wanting to just marvel in the feel of his lips and fingers again. The last time that you stayed in a romantic partner’s bed was Jimin, and to quiet those voices you initiated sex; it wasn’t really what you wanted to do but he wanted you and that desire made you feel warm and wanted. You could still remember the feeling of disappointment and regret as you watched him leave the room, leaving you all alone in his bed.

Perhaps that was why you hadn’t stayed with Yoongi to see him wake.

“Are you okay?” his voice is deep now.

“What?”

“Are you okay? You’re quiet and tense,” he comments and you release a breath that you weren’t aware that you were holding.

He moves, pushing himself up onto his hand and releases yours.

“Seriously, are you okay? I’m sorry if I did something last night that you weren’t comfortable with,” he starts and you hate the fact that your throat feels tight. You haven’t rolled onto your back to look at him properly, frozen with insecurity that you’re not going to be as beautiful now that your makeup is a day old, your mascara probably smeared.

“I’m fine,” you lie, but you know that he’s going to catch you.

He’s quiet for a moment and then he slowly pulls you onto your back. You close your eyes as he looks down at you.

“Hey,” he whispers, his thumb drawing soft lines onto your shoulder. “If you regret doing what we did last night, we can take it slower. I–”

You shake your head, cutting him off.

“It’s not that. I don’t regret anything that we did,” you pause and take a deep breath, opening your eyes to look at him. He looks beautiful even with sleep holding on under his eyes and across his lips. “I don’t really feel…” you have to tell him. “I don’t like the way I look in the mornings,” you finally say, your gaze drifting past him onto the opposite wall.

He’s quiet for a moment and you think that maybe he agrees with you, but then you see his hand move, and he brings his thumb to your cheek, wiping under your eye.

“I think you’re more beautiful than yesterday,” he says as he smiles down at you and you finally look at him.

He nods and then slowly he leans down, and you know he’s going to kiss you.

“I have morning breath,” you whisper, conscious of the fact that he’s now very close to you.

He makes a disgusted face and pulls back, “Oh! Well then,” and shakes his head before he laughs and leans down. “I don’t care,” he whispers before he kisses you softly. It doesn’t progress past a beautifully chaste kiss, but it still has your heart beating wildly in your chest, echoing through your body and filling your ears.

“Let me make you coffee,” he says against your lips, and you agree as he shifts off the bed, leaving you in it.

He stretches as you sit up and wipe at your face. You hear his neck crack and he releases a sigh.

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You leave his apartment with another kiss which tastes of coffee and a slightly stale pastry that he had brought home from the cafe. You missed Jungkook again, which you think Tae was a little happy about, but he tells you that he hopes the two of you will get to know each other. He also tells you that he’ll text you, just before he closes the door.

You walk down the hallway to the elevator. It’s then that you remember you had seen Yoongi texting, so you dig your phone out of your coat pocket to find that there isn’t a text, but a voice message instead.

You [11:24]: Hey, I just listened to your message. Can I come over in a few hours?

Your day is mixed with nerves about seeing Yoongi; you’re anxious about what he’s going to talk to you about, so you float through your morning with no response. Him on your mind, the worry that he’s going to tell you what you are afraid you want to hear from him. You don’t really expect him to text you back, you know that he likes to sleep in. He had said to come over in the evening, and still you know you won’t be able to relax until he responds.

Your phone buzzes in the grocery store, somewhere between the aisle that has strawberries packed into plastic boxes and where they keep the bags of tangerines.

Taehyung [13:03]: omg I am so sorry I haven’t texted. I was on this date with this incredible woman and the time just got away on me.

Had he meant to text you? Was that intended for someone else? You decide to test it out.

You [13:04]: Incredible?

Taehyung [13:04]: Incredible. Has a smile that really makes me weak in the knees.

You [13:05]: You might want to get that checked out. Just a smile? You might just have weak knees

Taehyung [13:05]: Nah. She’s just very talented

You couldn’t quite get rid of the feeling that something about him was too good to be true. You weren’t used to this kind of praise, and you didn’t know if you believed him or if he even believed himself.

Yoongi [13:05]: Hey! Can you come over in a few hours? I just woke up

Your heart races as you read his text. It feels like whiplash going from Taehyung praising you–no, you couldn’t think of it like that–complimenting you to Yoongi’s ask. He was going to talk about the kiss and you know what you want to hear from him. You want to hear that it wasn’t a mistake. That he wanted to keep kissing you. It hurts to know that and to think of Tae, his face so soft and so happy as he looked down at you in his bed that morning.

You put your phone away, feeling slightly overwhelmed, a basket full of snacks and a few much needed staples in your hand. You need to concentrate on grocery shopping and the few errands that you need to do before you could pay attention to the men in your life.

YOONGI

He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back against his head and sighing as it falls back against his forehead. He stares at the phone in his hand.

You [11:24]: Hey, I just listened to your message. Can I come over in a few hours?

You just listened to his message.

He needs to put the phone down. He is torturing himself. He is making himself feel worse with the possibilities flying through his head. In the years that he’s known you, you have always been prompt with responding. You are not a fan of leaving people on read, or having notifications just sit there on your phone screen, taunting you like a list of to-dos.

He stares at the message. If you were just listening to it, that means two things: you were either too angry at him to listen to it when he had sent it, or you stayed the night at the kid’s place and were too busy to listen to it. He could be okay with the first; that meant that you gave yourself time to calm down and be in the right headspace; he respected that about you and how you could take that time. He did the same, or tried to. Most of the time he just fell into himself and didn’t let anyone in but calm would be achieved.

The other reason was taunting him. The kid was handsome, more so than himself, and you had given no signs that you were really that interested in him aside from the text asking if you should cancel your date. But that could have just been because you were unsure and you needed your friend.

Maybe he had messed everything up.

Maybe he shouldn’t invite you over.

Maybe everything would be better if he just swept it under the rug and let your friends just be.

A knock on his door slapped him back to reality and he sighed, “yeah”

“I’m going to go grocery shopping, you want in?” Jin asks as soon as the door is open.

He needs to get out of the house, he just isn’t sure if he has the energy to leave his bed. His mind is racing along a path that it hasn’t been on for quite some time. It isn’t a pleasant path, and he has been happy without seeing the scenery that has plagued his mind for years.

“Ya, I’ll come. Give me ten?” he says, voice rough.

Jin nods and closes the door.

He picks up the phone again and types out a message quickly, not wanting to ask the questions that are now racing through his mind faster than they should have been, given that he has no coffee in him.

Yoongi [13:05]: Hey! Can you come over in a few hours? I just woke up

Hey! Possibly too enthusiastic. Overkill to make it seem like he wasn’t taking steps further and further into anxiety.

His body feels heavy as he moves from his bed and walks over to his closet.

He needs to call his therapist. It has been too long since he last saw her, and he can feel the same tingle and pull that he always feels before he begins to spiral. He makes a mental list of things he needs to do for his mental health, before you come over later, while simultaneously making a list of the groceries that he knows the house needs. One of them is going to get forgotten.

“Y/N is going to come over later, do you think you could be out of the house for a bit?” he asks Jin as he gets into the driver’s seat of his car.

“Everything okay?” Jin asks.

Yoongi shrugs and starts the car.

It takes two blocks before he can say the thing out loud. He knows he needs to say it out loud at least once before he says it to you. Jin is the perfect person to listen, though he has a feeling that he may have told Hobi the night before.

“I think I’m in love with her,” he says, eyes on the road not daring to look at his friend.

Jin nods. “Are you going to tell her?”

He clenches his jaw at the thought. Sobriety is making this all feel like too much. His thoughts feel like they are flowing too easily. They shouldn’t be able to infiltrate all the little spaces.

“It might be good to tell her,” the older man says.

“Yeah.”

“Seriously, it will be good because you’ve had this will-they won’t-they thing going on for a few months now, and it is something else to be around.” Jin smiles to himself and Yoongi shakes his head at the teasing, a small flat smile playing on his face.

The store feels crowded. Too many people walking by him, too many conversations to overhear.

The day has gone too fast and too slow all at the same time. It isn’t a surprise given how he knows his mind works. After nearly thirty years of living in his head, he has it all mapped out.He knows what book to pull from the shelf so he can see all the other books topple, knows which ones to support and give attention to.

He feels like he has pulled the wrong book and all of the shelves are toppling over like dominoes. Yet, he moves around the world like he knows he needs to do. Tomorrow he will schedule an appointment with his therapist.

YOU

Your hand freezes at the doorbell.

Your heart is beating unnaturally fast and you pull your pants up; you should have worn a belt. You checked your appearance four times before you left the house. You don’t know how many times you checked your eye makeup in the rearview mirror, but you’re certain you checked it at every red light between your house and Yoongi’s.

Taking a deep breath, you press the button and wait. You can’t remember the last time that you rang the doorbell; normally, you would’ve just walked right into his house and announced yourself, but this time, it feels like you should. A week apart and everything feels new, like you’re walking on the worst terrain imaginable.

He opens the door. It’s a quick moment before he realizes it’s you, and not someone else.

“Oh, hey, why did you ring the bell?” he asks, his brow pinched.

You shrug. “I don’t know. Felt like I should have, given the last week,” you say back and he nods. His face seems to relax, but you’ve seen that look before, and there is a tinge of hurt behind it.

You step into the house and close the door as he starts down the hallway, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. You watch him as you toe off your shoes. You’ve missed him. Even just watching his back lets something ignite in you that had gone dark in the last week. You want to hug him, feel him against you again and smell his cologne.

“Can I get you anything?” he asks as he stops a few feet away and turns to look at you. His eyes are locked on you, and you see it more now: he’s sad. There’s something going on and worry begins to build within you.

You should ask for a drink, water, a beer, something, but instead, you say, “A hug.”

He pauses, fully prepared to get you something to drink, but you watch as the smallest of smiles slips across his face. He takes a few steps toward you, meeting you in the middle of the hallway and you wrap your arms around his waist.

Yes. You missed him.

Your body relaxes, all tension slipping out of you as you breathe in his scent. Your eyes close and you can feel him slip into the same state.

You hold each other for a few moments, your breathing syncs, and your whole body screams to stay here with him, to stay in his arms and forget the entire world.

It’s a wonderful state to be in. Everything from the past two weeks falls away and it’s just you and Yoongi again. The way that it should be. Thoughts pass like speeding cars. You think about how he kissed you. Confessed that he was jealous. How it felt to sleep in his arms and how he has always been there. How you have always been there for him happily and willingly.

A thought screeches to a halt and blares its horn at you, reminding you that you are here for a purpose. He wants to talk to you about something; and as he slowly releases his arms from around you, the thought and its accompanying fleet of feelings barrel toward you at an alarming rate.

“Do you want a drink?” he asks.

You sigh as you hear yourself say, “No. What did you want to talk about?”

He stops on his way to the kitchen and turns around to look at you. “Already?”

“Yoongi, if you make me wait, I’m going to run a million different scenarios in my head and I don't want to do that. It isn’t fair to me,” you say, proud of yourself for saying it, because you’re going to be a mess if you don’t hear what he wants to say to you. You know you are.

“Yeah, uh, okay,” he mumbles his words of agreement as if he’s not quite certain on what to say..

He’s quiet for a moment before he rubs a hand through his hair and then over the fronts of his jeans. He’s nervous, these are actions he does when he’s nervous. You try to regulate your heart rate as it threatens to speed and catch up to his nerves.

“Yoongi, it’s okay, whatever it is will be–” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he says as he looks up from the floor and right at you. In the distance, you can see the tidal wave that threatens to sweep you both up off your feet and away together, but you’re not sure it will take you to the same place.

“You think,” you say the two words that you know he added just because he’s nervous, and yet your brain hung onto them until they slipped down and rested on your tongue, only to be spoken between the two of you.

The wave gets closer.

He shakes his head and sighs, “No. I mean, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it meant when I got jealous and how, uh, perfect it was, to, uh–” He stumbles over his words as his nervous energy takes over the room.

You stand still. You know that you should say something, do something. Your body wants to hug him again; hold him until he’s calmed down, but there is something holding you back. A cord you have never noticed before tugs at your gut, led by a part of you that remains a mystery. You are about to fight against the tension of the cord when he speaks.

“I need a drink.”

Your mouth falls open as you watch him walk into the kitchen. You slowly move to stand behind the stool you sat in a week earlier watching him and Jin cook. You miss that night. You miss the normalcy of it.

You watch as he grabs a glass and his nearly empty bottle of whiskey. He pours himself a large amount and takes a sip, releasing a small groan that you know now smells of the booze he’s drunk and not like him. Or, perhaps he always smells of booze or some sort of substance. Your body tenses as he takes another sip and then another before finally releasing a sigh of contentment.

“You always need a drink when you’re going to talk to me, do you know that?” you ask even though the realization has just hit you.

“What?” he asks as he looks up from his glass.

The cord that is wrapped around your heart and leading to him tugs in his direction while the cord around your gut pulls you in the direction of the door.

You sigh. Tears are already stinging your eyes and your throat feels raw and tense, like you’ve swallowed a sour candy.

“Every time you want to tell me something or let me in, you have to have a drink.” You don’t want to cry. Crying always feels like you’re taking away from your point, like the person you’re talking to is going to concentrate on that, and not on the words that you are saying. You try your hardest not to cry, despite the tears being just there.

“That can’t be true,” he argues as he puts his glass down. There is still a bar and a stool between the two of you, and the distance feels immeasurable and necessary. If he gets closer you’re going to crumble, and you need to maintain the thoughts that are now showing themselves. It’s as if you have binders of examples that you’ve written down throughout the years of your friendship, some part of you waiting for the day when you are ready to see all of his red flags as they are.

“It is,” you say with a nod. “It’s like you can’t open up to me while I open up to you all the time.” The sentence turns a page and there it is the realization that breaks your heart. “You know more about me than I know about you,” you say and there it is, the wave crashing over the both of you. The crash breaks both of your hearts at the same time.

You watch through teary eyes as his face falls. His lips part at the same time as his shoulders drop.

“What do you love about me, Yoongi?” you ask as you wipe away a falling tear. Fucking tears! “And I mean what is it that makes you think you’re in love with me? Is it because I’m there for you and encourage you? Or is it because you see me?”

“Trin,” he starts, leaving your nickname hanging in the air before he moves around the bar and reaches out to take your hand.

“I’m serious. What do you love about me?” You don’t look at him as you speak. Instead you look at your hands wrapped in each other. His fingers are holding yours tightly; the ring you bought him feels cold against your skin.

His silence feels like a stab. Or perhaps it’s a knife working away at the cord around your heart.

You want to leave.

You nod as the silence continues.

“Get back to me when you know the reason but until then I can’t see you.” You shake your head, “Actually, I can’t see you until you’re able to be vulnerable with me while sober. Because I deserve someone who is able to be vulnerable with me in every relationship in my life.”

Tears are spilling down your cheeks and you slowly slip your hand out of his and wipe at your cheeks. There is pride mixed in with your tears. Proud of yourself for telling him what you know you deserve, pride that you’ve recognized it; and yet the pride stings with each tear that burns your eyes.

“Y/N,” your name falls from his lips, and you want to fall into his arms.

Instead, you shake your head.

“I have to go,” you say and turn your back to him.

He doesn’t walk after you.

He doesn’t move and you hate how a large part of you wants him to. Wants the dramatics that accompany such an act. This isn’t a movie though, this is real life and it hurts even more.

Taehyung [19:23]: Thinking of you.

Taehyung [19:23]: I don’t care if that’s too forward. You’re on my mind today.

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I’ll Do It (pt.2)

Part 1

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

Genre: idk what this is?? No smut, no fluff and no angst it's just. A fic. Just read it :)

Warnings: swearing, seduction, violence, guns, knives, blood, sexual implications, petnames (sweetheart/honey), readers pronouns are written as she/her (lmk if I've missed out anything)

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Ever since the three fateful words were uttered, your work life had turned a complete 360. An apartment in Capitol Hill was rented under your alias, you'd received a file on Natasha Romanoff, and your alias is a co-owner of a night club that Natasha apparently frequented.

Not surprisingly, you spent the first day swiping the S.H.I.E.L.D card relentlessly under essential expenses. Your explanation for 400 dollars spent on books was "I do have to be knowledgeable if I'm to converse and intrigue the Black Widow don't I?" They were fantasy and romance books. You were bullshitting. But in your defense, you did need some nice banter lines to charm the charmer.

You hadn't expected the fancy apartment that was way overpriced, S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't known for luxurious accommodations for their agents undercover, you thought sourly with the memory of living in a rat infested basement fresh in your mind when you were investigating a woman who was suspected for god knows what.

This whole thing was an anomaly from your usual insignificant missions. The fact that you were actually given a file with legitimate information to work with was practically unbelievable, and then the card, the apartment, Capitol Hill?? This is how S.H.I.E.L.D treated its priority employees, you realized with an internal jolt.

Several case files flooded your desk, mahogany, the kind that fancy people with fancy jobs and fancy lives own. Well according to your alias' file, you were officially a fancy but rebellious young woman who, more accurately could be described as a pretentious snob with too much money for her own good, was fresh out of college whose working on a criminology degree and living off mommy's fortune.

The irony in that backstory was amusing in the most twisted way. You glanced at the clock, 9 P.M, you wanted to be at Viper at 10. Taking one last look at the files you'd thoroughly examined because you really  didn't need to get caught out on your first day on the job, you picked up a jacket and keys to your Harley, yes a custom Harley Davidson, all yours.

Fury is shamelessly buttering you up, everything on this protection assignment was unnecessary and yet you took all the advantage you could, because why ever not? S.H.I.E.LD has never given two fucks unless one of their precious super agents aka the avengers are in risk of being compromised. You took a sweeping glance at your mirror image, this was what you imagined when you joined S.H.I.E.L.D in the first place, this was what an agent with your level of skill set deserved.

When you pulled up at Viper, it was already overcrowded with party-goers, bright LED lights were obvious around the terrain, the music was blasting. It was highly plausible that Fury bought half of the shares for this place which conveniently also constructed your cover.

You took a few seconds to even out your breathing. This was the one assignment that could jeopardize your entire career. Closing your eyes, you rethought your alias, a "Marissa Stanton" posh name, posh personality, bursting with confidence. You had to be her, not act like her, not pretend you're her but be her, like how you were trained to do so.

Stepping into the club in a ridiculously exorbitant pair of red bottomed, six inch heels, you held your head up high, with the poise and dignity of an invulnerable woman who had the world at her feet, okay that was a bit of an exaggeration, no one so much as glanced at you, the whole room was filled with people who dressed, looked and spoke exactly like Marissa Stanton.

Just as you were told, a gorgeous redhead was sitting at the bar with an entire bottle of vodka in her hand. You sidled up to the bar and started mixing up a cocktail. A man in the back had ordered one for no other than Natasha, at least that's what you were going to tell her, you were never good at starting conversations.

"cocktail for you sweetheart, from the mystery man in the back" leaning closer you whispered conspiratorially "he's more cowardly than mysterious in my opinion, wouldn't waste my time with that one" the side of Natasha's painted lips tugged upwards in amusement

"and who would you be, if I may ask? I've never seen you before" you took your jacket off and threw it over a stool "yes it's hard to imagine that you'd forget me if you've seen me before, I'm Marissa, you can call me Ris, my mom bought me half the shares of Viper, birthday gift" you said nonchalantly with the dismissive tone of the wealthy "ah, must be nice " she said taking a chug of her vodka, you eyed her with a feigned frown "that is literally the most cliché 'badass' act ever l, vodka with a leather jacket?" you actually found it incredibly attractive and incredibly gay, but Marissa certainly wouldn't.

She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow "I don't think that's true honey, I think you happen to quite like this look" she pinned you with her frustratingly piercing gaze, after a few seconds too long, you cleared your throat and swallowed in embarrassment as you felt heat creep up your cheeks "do you always do this to poor innocent baristas?" you attempted a sarcastic tone and failed miserably.

"you are far from that aren't you? You're not poor, you certainly aren't innocent and you're not just a barista" your faces have come particularly close at some point of the conversation and you knew she could feel the heat radiating of your skin.

"I think we should take this conversation somewhere else, shouldn't we sweetheart?" the way she uttered that pet name completely melted your brain "do co-owners get the privileges of private rooms perhaps?" she slid a finger down your bare arm

You nodded, barely comprehending the words she was saying and instead focusing on the way her lips moved with every syllable spoken. Without any reasoning, you'd followed her into your private rooms in the club despite your gut and brain screaming at you to resist, but every cell in your body was aflame with want.

"Natasha..." you'd breathed out when she slid her hands up your waist which was only clothed with a thin silk slip. In a split second, you suddenly snapped out of it and remembered that's where your gun was hidden. It was too late.

She grabbed the hilt and had it pointed at your temple "now why would an poor, innocent bartender have a gun in her dress y/n y/l/n" son of a bitch. You grabbed hold of all the emotions raging in you, schooled your expression into one devoid of all confidence and morphed it into fear "I- I just-please don't.." you let a quaver into your voice for good measure. She faltered, just for an instant, a fleeting moment of doubt, that was all you needed, vulnerability usually dissuaded even the best

In three moves, you disarmed her, the victory was short lived though, she kicked the gun out of your grip before you could even secure it, wrestling each other for some time, she pinned you to a desk, you'd come prepared this time, or so you thought, you pressed a curved knife to her throat, with enough pressure to break surface skin and glimpse a thin sheen of red well around your knife' dangerously sharp edge, on her account, she barely flinched. "you're good y/l/n, but do you not know the fundamentals? Don't bring knives to a gun fight." she gritted out

You scowled vehemently, the amount of times you'd heard that shirty piece of advice was absurd "that's only if you don't know how to work a blade, I'm S.H.I.E.L.D, I was sent here to protect you, now will you take the gun off my waist? I bruise like a peach"

When she sent you a suspicious glare, you scoffed "if I was some deranged assassin, I would've already slit your throat and let you shoot me" slowly taking your knife off her neck, you lifted it up to her eye level, standard S.H.I.E.L.D issued. "why on Earth would you flip the gun on me" she pinched the bridge of her nose frustratedly and thrusted her gun into the back of her jeans

"well, I really don't like having a gun shoved in my face" you said returning your knife to its thigh sheath, feeling cold air against your back, you fingered the ruined silk of your dress "oh great, this isn't normally how people undress me in the bedroom Romanoff" she stared at you incredulously and grudgingly took off her jacket and pushed it in your general direction. Your eyes caught on the label and you smirked "so it's true what they say, the devil does indeed wear Prada" you said before pulling on the surprisingly warm leather jacket

"we should talk." Natasha said in a crisp tone "well I know a place, but on one condition" you replied. Shutting her eyes as if praying for any semblance of patience "what?" she implored. "refrain from murdering me this time?" despite her annoyed expression, a surge of amusement rose up clearly on her face

"gladly, I'm hoping you'll return the favor"

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[because-of-a-friend]

BF!Wonwoo Comforting You

MASTERLIST

Gonna start working each of these Wonwoo requests in between all of the others lol. Thanks for the request anon! (If your request is bc you were stressed with uni life, I really hope finals season went well/is going well and that you made it through the spring semester alright!!!) Sorry it’s kind of short :(

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Wonnie isn’t always super confident in his abilities to support people emotionally

It honestly makes him a little nervous because he’s sure he’ll say something wrong or make it worse or simply not help at all

So when finals season comes up and he notices school becoming overwhelming for you, his own stress is doubled at the idea of not being able to help you

At first he tries to do little things

He offers to be the one to buy and pick up food

If you have any errands or chores, he’ll offer a helping hand in any way he can

He’ll help you make index cards or little practice quizzes

All of his little efforts to relieve your stress honestly do help

But they can’t stop finals from happening

And when he catches you crying over a textbook one evening, he realizes he might need to step up his game and that you might need help in other ways

He doesn’t want to push or make you uncomfortable 

So he approaches carefully

“Hey, baby, what’s going on?” he rests his hand gently on your back before beginning to drag it slowly up and down

“Nothing,” you say, quickly trying to collect yourself, “I’m just a little tired, I guess” 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks after waiting a moment to see if you say anything else

You simply shake your head and Wonwoo feels his heart drop to his feet

He finally decides on sitting next to you, continuing to rub your back and waiting as you take deep breaths to calm yourself

“Food?” he says finally, and feels relief when you genuinely laugh through your tears at the suggestion

You nod, and reach up to wipe away the rest of the wetness of your face

To your surprise, Wonwoo beats you to it

He grabs your face in his hands and takes his time make sure every tear is gently wiped off

“Hey,” he says softly to get your attention. “Next time let’s talk this out for real.” He doesn’t want to push you right at that moment but also doesn’t want you to feel as though you have to go at it alone

When you nod at him, he nods back and then pulls you forward to peck your lips

“Ok then, fried chicken or tacos?” 

After the first crying session Wonwoo had caught you having, it didn’t happen again for awhile

Since that time, Wonwoo has done a lot of research and asked advice from a lot of people to see how he can be more supportive of you emotionally

So the next time he catches you crying, sitting sort of limply in the middle of your bed

He has a plan

First he simply sits with you and pulls you into him and lets you cry it out into his shoulder

He doesn’t try to rush you out of it or stop you, he just rubs his hands slowly up and down your back

Once you’ve finally finished crying and your breathing returns to normal, he slowly pulls you back to face him

“Do you wanna tell me what’s bothering you? Is it just the stress?”

You shake your head, but take a while to find your voice to explain your feelings

Again he doesn’t rush you, just reaches forward to push your hair away from your face and wipe away any leftover tears

You finally take a deep breath and let out “What if even after I do all this studying, I’m still not smart enough to pass my exams???”

You feel a wave of emotions while admitting your fears out loud especially since Wonwoo pauses for a moment

He only pauses bc on the inside he’s going “????? [Y/N] is the smartest person I know????? Why would they think they can’t pass their exams???”

He finally voices his thoughts out loud, giving you plenty of assurance that you are a smart and capable student who will ace your exams

He takes the time to ask you about this fear more in depth so you can fully discuss it

You feel a little embarrassed about your fear but way more than that you feel relieved after talking it out with Wonwoo, it’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders

That night Wonwoo insists you take a break for a few hours

He sets up your favorite movie and orders your favorite food

As soon as you’re on the couch, he basically swaddles you in a fuzzy blanket and spends the rest of the evening pampering you

He basically can’t take his eyes off of you as he watches your stress melt away for the time being

He can’t help but lean over every once in awhile to peck your cheek 

Hope you don’t need to get up for any reason during the movie because his arms are locked around you like a deadbolt and they are not going anywhere any time soon

He just feels the need to hold you tight and as close to him as possible, so you can feel his presence and know he’s right there by your side

After that night, whenever you’re studying, Wonwoo always makes sure to make subtle comments about how smart you are and how well you’re doing and how impressive you are academically

He gives you the strength and confidence you need to get through the end of the semester

Wonwoo himself doesn’t tend to get nervous thinking about tests or studying for them

He always gets nervous right before

The jitters grab ahold of him as he’s waiting outside the classroom door moments before the teacher will arrive to let them in and begin the test

To help him counter his nerves you’ve started either walking him to the class or surprising him by visiting him before the test starts

You try to bring little drinks or snacks to make sure he’ll have something in his system before taking the test to keep up his strength

You write him plenty of encouraging notes to stick to the packaging of whatever you bring him

You talk with him about random things to take his mind off of it 

Or even help him do some last minute studying on any specifics he wasn’t as confident about

When it’s time for him and the other students to enter the class, he’ll turn to you one last time

And you’ll give him any encouragement you can think of

And a good luck kiss of course

Just a quick peck before you turn him around and nudge him towards the classroom

You wait for him to see a happy and relieved Wonwoo emerge from the classroom

Once exams are over, the two of you spend a whole week just being lazy and doing whatever you want to celebrate

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Before you

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Summary - Yours and Steve's relationship was perfect, until it wasn't. Will he be able to convince you to give him another chance?

Warnings - smut (m/f), jealousy, angst, dom/sub undertones.

Pairing - Steve Roger x reader

Word count - 4552

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As someone who grew up watching an unhealthy amount of Disney movies and romcoms, you couldn’t help but dream, that someday your prince charming would come riding in on a white horse to whisk you away from your boring mundane life.

Someone you could love and hold forever, who’d do the same for you. Someone who’d always be there for you, to pick you up when you fall, to make you laugh when all you want to do is cry. Someone who’d be your everything and treat you as if you’re the most special person in the whole world.

But adulthood killed all those dreams all too easily. You learned the hard way that people didn’t really belong to each other. They barely even listened to when another person was talking.

You thought you came close a couple of times, but you never did find your special person. Everyone walks on their paths alone. And maybe it was better that way. You weren’t sure if you could ever completely open up and give yourself to someone else.

That was until Steve came along. He was someone as lost as you and even lonelier. Finding himself in a world he no longer recognised and among people he couldn’t really trust. It didn’t take that long for him to trust you.

You had put on Snow White which was Steve’s favorite from back in his day. You couldn’t help but insert yourself in the fairy-tale. After all Steve did always call you his princess.

“Steve?” You mumbled into his chest laying on top of him as the end credits played.

“Yes, sugar?” He replied running his hands through your hair before drawing small soothing patterns on your back.

He only had to move his nose an inch to smell your hair and get a whiff of your soft soothing scent. Who knew something so simple could be so blissful.

As much as he loved taking you out on the town and courting you to show you a good time and do all the things he never thought he could, he also loved spending these quiet evenings in with you. Where it was just him and you, the rest of the world just seemed to disappear. He wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“Never mind,” You shook your head. ‘It’s soon. You’ll scare him off.’ That incessant annoying voice in your head said.

“Hey,” He propped your chin up to make you look at him. His heart melted at your glossy eyes. So vulnerable and sensitive. Maybe it was what drew him to you. Your ability to be so sweet and wear your heart on your sleeve. Something he never could do. “What is it?” He asked lowly caressing your cheek. Not wanting to push you too much but he couldn’t really help himself when you looked so sad either.

“Do you think...” You whispered and licked your lips “We’ll be together forever. Like them.” You picked at the threads on his shirt too scared to look at him.

He smiled down at you. Getting up to sit straight and adjust you properly in his lap. “I know we will sweetheart.” He said confidently as if it was a fact.

You looked up at him still holding onto his shirt, as if he’d disappear if you let go for even a second “And do you think you’ll always love me?” You wanted to know.

“Yes, I’m sure of it. Where is this even coming from?” He frowned “I know... I don’t always do a good job of showing you I love you. This is new to me. I’ve never had a girlfriend.” And like the dork that he was he couldn’t help the goofy grin he made every time he referred to you as his girl “But I’ll do better,” He promised and pressed a long lingering kiss on your forehead to seal it. He cleared his throat to ask “What do you think I should do better?”

“No. You’re amazing, Steve, you don’t need to change.” You said giving his plump pink lips a quick peck “It’s just scary. How much I love you and how it can all go away if I’m not careful. People break up everyday and over the stupidest of things or over nothing. I don’t want that to be us.” You sighed unloading all your anxieties.

He nodded taking your words in “I understand. I’m scared of losing you too. More than you’ll ever know.” He paused looking for the best words “What we can do is maybe talk about such things?” He slowly suggested rocking you back and forth in his arms.

You happily tucked your head in the crook of his neck, hugging him close to you. Falling for his sweet words and him. Convinced that nothing would come between you both.

***

He got down on one knee not long after to pop the big question with an even bigger diamond to really show you how committed he was.

You were on cloud nine. You felt nothing could ever bring you down that you only had happier times to look forward to.

Until one fateful day, you didn’t realise it then but it was probably when everything started going to hell, Sharon Carter got back from her year long mission in Europe.

You were only an accountant working for the Avengers. Being so close to Steve did give you some influence, which you were ashamed of liking a bit too much, but no one was ever really scared of you. You heard chatter about her and your Steve. And how now he would surely ditch his ‘normal and plain fiancé'. They never tried that hard to hide it from you. They probably thought you weren’t here for the long haul.

“Hey Angie” You nervously called for your desk mate. “Why is everyone so obsessed with Steve and Agent Carter?”

“Oh you mean Staron?” She grinned before frowning, “Oh I’m sorry! That’s just what people call them. Not me though! You know how hard I ship you two.” She squeezed your shoulder in order to console you.

“Yeah but why? I mean did they use to date or something...” You trailed off knowing that it was something you should be asking your fiancé not your co-worker.

You had tried a couple of times but you were too afraid to come off as jealous or controlling. That was the last thing you wanted to be. You expected him to give you enough space to be your own person, so it’d only be fair for you to do the same.

“I don’t really know.” She stroked her chin as if in thought “You’ll just have to ask Captain Rogers. Nothing was ever confirmed they were just rumors. Even I’ll admit they would make gorgeous blonde babies. But girl! You don’t have anything to worry about! You’re the one who has the ring.” She tried her best to assure you but the seeds of doubt and fear had taken roots in your mind.

Steve assured you that there was never anything between them. They flirted with the idea of dating for a while before she went away, he doubted there’d ever be anything between them. He couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Not when he’s so madly in love with you.

He was so convincing and charming.

The things that set him apart from everyone else, which you loved about him, were his honesty and loyalty. He blamed his Ma and 1920s raising but you didn’t care. He was perfect in your eyes. He didn’t need to fit in. Those things made him Steve Rogers. Your Steve.

***

You had never been more ashamed than when you went through Steve’s things to get some sort of clue. You went through his sketches to find if he was secretly harboring any kind of feelings about her. You only found sketches mostly consisting of you and the Avengers, some of Bucky and his mom.

You sighed in relief, but then, at the bottom of his drawer you found a sketch of Sharon drawn with charcoal pencil. You couldn’t help but cry tears of frustration and pain, tearing the sketch up and flushing it so he wouldn’t find out. You knew you made a grave mistake, even as you started snooping you knew nothing good would come out of it, yet you couldn’t help yourself. In the end you only upset yourself.

Steve got back from work shortly after with your favorite take out, he kissed you hello. He knew something was up but you simply lied and chalked it up to pms or something.

He was ever so understanding. Giving you a nice massage and drawing you a bath. You decided then, that you wouldn’t look for anything anymore. If Steve was being unfaithful you didn’t want to know. You’d rather live in this beautiful peaceful bubble of ignorance.

***

The next few months were tough. All your wedding planning had taken a backseat as Steve had started to look for his friend Bucky, who also happened to be the winter soldier, with Sam and Sharon.

You didn’t really have an answer when your mother pestered you about going wedding shopping. You didn’t know how to tell her that you doubted if there would be a wedding at all. It would break her heart. Especially after she had come to love Steve as much as you did.

You never complained. How could you? The whole world needed him much more than you ever could. And he didn’t seem to need you anymore.

He never had to have time for you anymore. Late nights at the offices, long missions with Sharon.

One rare night he was home for dinner, you were too busy sulking in your self pity to actually enjoy his company after he’d deprived you of it for so long.

You chose to give him the silent treatment, not speaking more than two words to him. He noticed. Of course he did, Captain America, always so perceptive and smart.

He tried to pry answers out of you for a while before his phone started ringing and he excused himself to go pick it up.

“Why do you always go into the other room to take your calls?” You asked when he got back placing his phone down on the table. Playing with your food not having the strength to look him in the eye and confront him.

He visibly stiffened at the underlying accusation in your question. He had grown annoyed of having the same discussion with you again and again. But he decided to bite his tongue. It was his job to make you feel secure in your relationship.

“It’s confidential information, doll. You know that.” He sighed.

You hummed “But you can tell me who you were speaking to right?” You finally looked up and you wished you hadn’t. He clearly wasn’t happy, his eyebrows furrowed in a frown and his jaw clenched, how you hated confrontation. Not that you ever thought you’d be confronting your Steve.

“It was Sharon.” He spit.

“Of course.” You scoffed going back to staring at your food as he rolled his eyes.

“What do you want me to say? I know you aren’t exactly fond of her but I’m not going to lie just to make you happy. Because that’s not who I am! I don’t lie.” He ranted holding up his phone “Why don’t you go through it? Maybe that will make you happy.”

You shook your head rejecting his offer. Even though you were tempted to, you knew Steve was smart. He was Captain America for gods sake. He’d know how to cover his tracks. If he didn’t want you to find something, you probably wouldn’t.

So you finished your dinner, angrily stuffing the food in your mouth while sneering at him and then left him to do the dishes.

You put yours and Steve's laundry in the washer. Even though you were salty with him you still did your half of the chores. Checking his pockets for any receipts or bills. But then you saw what looked like a shinning golden thread. You pulled at it to find that it was a long blonde hair. Which was clearly not yours.

You thought of going to Steve with it. But if you had to hear another one of his lame excuses you’d probably drown yourself.

So, for the first time, you simply went to bed angry with him. When he tried to talk to you, you retorted with a snarky or hurtful comment or didn’t speak at all. You knew just how crazy that would drive him.

***

You groaned for the fifteenth time in the past hour, your leg impatiently shaking under the table. He was an hour late. He was someone who took pride in always being punctual and sharp, clearly you weren’t important enough for him to consider your feelings. You decided to pick up your phone and call him.

“Where are you?!” You hissed as soon as he picked up. Too angry to even bother to say hello.

“I’m at work. I’m so sorry, doll, I won’t be able to make it. Something important came up.” He apologized. His voice laced with guilt. Which would’ve been enough to convince you maybe a month or so ago, but at this point he had missed far too many dinners and dates.

“Right. Of course. More important than me obviously.” You rolled your eyes.

“You know that’s not true – "

“You didn’t even bother calling me” You screamed into your phone.

“I did call.” He sighed “You didn’t pick up and I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Yeah I didn’t pick up! I was cooking a meal for our anniversary! You know what? I don’t care because you clearly don’t either.” You said hanging up without giving him a chance to speak.

You had packed some of the leftovers up for Steve but you decided to dump them all in the bin. He didn’t deserve your cooking.

You haphazardly threw the tupperware in the sink. Torn between punching a wall and hugging a pillow to cry out all your frustrations. You chose to rigorously scrub and wash the dishes.

Having spent some of your excess energy you sat in front of your dresser, putting some petroleum jelly on your palms to sooth the burn.

You sighed at the sight of your sparkly diamond. You couldn’t bear to look at it anymore. It reminded you of a happier and simpler time. The last thing you wanted was a complicated or dramatic relationship.

As you slid the ring off your finger placing it in your jewellery box, you couldn’t help but ponder on whether it was just as much of your fault as well.

You started packing your clothes into a small bag. Maybe you could spend a few nights at your mothers house until you can clear your head.

***

Steve hastily opened your apartment door with his keys. “Honey, I’m home.” He called out for you.

He rubbed his face, a nervous pit forming in his stomach. He knew he had been prioritising his work over you for weeks now, he didn’t know the extent of it until you told him off on the phone and then didn’t pick up any of his calls. He asked Sam to cover for him for the night as he made his way back home.

His enhanced hearing picked up on movements in the bedroom, he followed the sounds of your rustling, tossing his jacket on the couch.

His worst fears came true as he looked at you carelessly stuffing your clothes in a cabin bag. You spared him a glance before zipping the bag up.

He took a deep breath, he had to say the right words before he fucks up the situation more than he already has. “Sweetheart –“

“Steve, I’m leaving. I think we should take a break,” Your voice cracking a bit but you tried to be resilient and strong, you sighed as you saw the heartbroken look on his face as his jaw dropped “it’s hard for me too but it’s just not working anymore.”

“Is it hard for you?” He spit. “Everyone has problems, I just need one more chance.”

“I won’t let you break my heart again.” You swallowed as you felt tears stream down your cheeks, you wiped them with the back of your hand. “I’ll always love you but I’m tired of being disappointed and suspicious and jealous. It’s not who I am, it’s not who I want to be.”

“Wh – what do you mean suspicious?” He asked as his brows furrowed.

“I think you know what I mean. I know I’m not like a model or a kickass spy or unique. But I still want to be special to someone. I’m so...simple. I thought that was enough for you and us.”

“What are you even talking about?” He lost his composure and calm as his eyes watered, blurring his vision, he held onto your forearms, needing your touch the most right now, as if you won't leave if he held on tight enough. “I’m not special either.”

To which you scoffed. “That’s debatable.”

“It’s true. Captain America is special. He’s the superhero. I’m just Steve.”

“I know that’s what you think,” You said shaking his hands off of you and staring at the floor, not bearing to look at him “But it’s not the reality. Captain America is a part of you. And I think... maybe Captain America deserves someone extraordinary like Agent 13.” You let out a humorless chuckle.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked in his stern Captain voice, clenching his fists having had about enough of this.

You stiffened as a shiver ran down your spine at his tone. He had never spoken to you like that. He reserved that tone for his teammates and subordinates, and more often than not Tony. But not you. You were his precious baby.

You felt as if you were compelled to look up at him, he wasn’t crying anymore but his jaw had hardened, his face and neck flushed red. “Sharon. I mean,” You took a deep breath “I know there’s nothing between you two... probably.” you whispered as he raised a brow at you.

“But your work and duty will always come first and I know it is a good thing. But it’s not what I want. I thought I could handle it, the whole world needing you more than me and coming before me,” You spoke so lowly but you knew he could hear you, “but I can’t. I don’t think I ever will. A break will put things into perspective for both of us.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” He growled as you rolled your eyes. “How could you think those things? I need you more than anything else.” His anger was fuelled as you scoffed again, as if he was lying. “Don’t you dare hink that there’s anything past or present that I’d put before you. You’re the only thing that matters. I promise.”

“You may believe that, but your words only carry so much weight when they’re not followed up by actions. I know you’re not the cheating type,” You rambled pulling on your hair and sighing, it was all so overwhelming “I don’t know what to believe. When I go days without speaking to you – what else am I supposed to believe?”

He hesitantly snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, relieved that you didn’t stop him or push him away again, “Just give me one chance to prove myself. I know I’ll never be worthy of you but I don’t want us to give up so easily. Not without putting up a fight.” He gritted pulling your chin up as your hands played with the buttons on his shirt. “And you know how good I am at putting up a fight. I’ll always fight for you,” He smiled pulling your chin up to look at your pretty face.

“Okay,” You sniffled. “You’re always so good with words.” You smiled shaking your head.

He hummed at that. “I got you to go out with me, didn’t I?”

“What are you doing here anyway? Didn’t you have work?” you wanted to know.

He shushed you, pulling you into his chest and pressing his face in the crook of your neck. He craved your warmth and comfort especially after almost losing you. “I’ll never take you for granted again.” He nuzzled your neck before kissing it. “We can go venue hunting tomorrow. For the wedding.”

You smiled in his hold “Well I don’t know about that. Maybe the wedding planning can wait for a while.”

He hummed as he rested his chin on top of your head. He had his work cut out for him if he intended to keep you. He made a mental note of calling Tony first thing in the morning. “I hate it when we fight.” He said rocking you in his arms “But I like the making up part.”

You playfully smacked his chest. You just knew he was cheekily grinning. “I agree.” You giggled.

You hadn’t fought a whole lot throughout your relationship, but the make up sex was always amazing.

You gulped nervously as he captured your lips in a bruising and breath taking kiss. Letting you know just how much he loved you. You hummed as his hands caressed the soft skin of your ass, squeezing it lightly before he pulled you up.

You yelped as you wrapped your legs around his narrow waist. You trailed kisses down his jaw as he carried you to your bed. Giving him a nip or two here and there, smiling against his throat as you felt the vibrations of his moans.

He gently dropped you on your comfortable mattress, you giggled as you bounced.

Steve hovered above you, he was so large, he was the only thing you could look at. Your shaky hands worked on unbuttoning his shirt as he pulled your night shirt up, groaning at the sight of your soft nipples, hardening so easily at his touch. He pulled one in his mouth as he thoroughly sucked on it.

“Oh, Steve.” You moaned as his hand came up to pay some attention to your other breast, fondling it in his hand before tugging your stiff peak with his fingers. You gasped as he bit you. “Oh I’ll definitely feel that tomorrow,” You sighed pulling your shirt over your head as he made his way down your body, settling between your legs.

He looked at you as you bit your lip, your breasts laid flat as you chest heaved with anticipation. He let out a guttural sound as he saw and smelled just how aroused and wet you were for him. He licked a firm stripe up your warm folds before capturing your bundle of nerves in his mouth, harshly sucking on it as he worked you up with his fingers to get you ready for him.

The moans and mewls from your mouth and the squelching of his fingers were something akin to a symphony to his ears. He cooed as you thrashed wildly when he pulled away. “Steve!” You whined.

“Just a minute baby. You remember what we talked about? Patience.” He said as he quickly got rid of his clothes. His throbbing erection ached to be inside you. But he couldn’t help but tease his sweet girl a bit as he stroked himself above you, much to your displeasure.

He chuckled as you kicked your legs. “Patience,” He reminded you again as he bent to suck a bruise on your breast. He pulled away with a pop, pleased with the way your skin bruised under his assault, “So you’ll always remember how much I love you.” He murmured in your neck as he slowly entered your channel.

He stayed inside you just like that for a few minutes, it was comfortable like a warm hug, it felt like home because you were his home. No matter how many times he made love to you, he could never get used to how wet and tight you felt.

He sucked a few more love bites on your neck he knew you’d give him hell for later but in the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He rocked his hips, slowly and tortuously pulling out of you before pushing back in till he bottomed out, searching for your special spot, he knew he found it when you threw your head back and started blabbering nonsense.

Your hips matched his pace, trying their best to keep up with his super strength and agility. He propped himself up on his elbows, he needed to see you, see your face twist in pleasure as he did such sinful things to you. Except they rarely ever felt sinful to him. It felt as if he was expressing his love for you by pleasing you and worshipping you.

“How could you ever think I don’t care about you?” He asked not really expecting an answer, what with you being so preoccupied and your mind too far gone to listen to him, as he drove his hips up harshly.

You shook your head muttering apologises and chanting his name as he felt you clench around him. Your nails dug into his shoulders, holding onto him as your orgasm hit you in waves of pleasure.

“I need you to say it.” He demanded. His thrusts lost any sense of rhythm simply pounding into you with abandon as he chased his release. “Say that you know that I love you.” He rasped as his hips stuttered. “Say. It.” He punctuated with a few more thrusts before he emptied inside you, panting into the crook of your neck.

“I know you love me Steve.” You mumbled as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I love you more.”

You felt him shake his head as he pecked your lips. “That’s not possible.”

“Yes it is!” You huffed incredulously.

“Agree to disagree.” He stated not really in the mood to fight with you anymore as you smacked his bicep, scoffing at him before muttering a ‘whatever’ under your breath. He pulled you on top of him still connected to your heat as he felt his spend spill out of you. “Can we stay like this for a bit?” He asked somewhat shyly.

You hummed, “Yes of course.” You sleepily mumbled against his soft and warm chest.

He listened to your breathing and steady heartbeat as you slipped into a dreamless slumber.

He couldn’t sleep. He only ever slept a couple of hours every night and now after everything that perspired, he was scared he’d fall asleep and you’d be gone when he wakes up.

There was no way in hell he’d ever let you. He’d give up the shield if he had to. He was as stupidly stubborn as you if not more. He was sure he’d fix everything as he kissed the top of your head and covered the pair of you with the comforter. So you’d feel as warm and comfortable as him.

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what i think the mha boys need in a s/o...

part 1/3

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characters: todoroki, bakugo, midoriya

spoiler warning: none

cw: gn!reader, headcanons, fluff lol

a/n: for those who have requested matchups, i promise i have not forgotten about you. i am actively working on them!! they just take a while <3.

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TODOROKI SHŌTO

shōto needs a therapist friend.

listen, he’s not very good at the whole emotions/vulnerability thing yet, but he’s trying. when dating shō, expect some emotional outbursts from him, as he tends to keep it bubbling inside way too often. he needs an s/o that doesn’t mind lending him a shoulder to cry on, and responds to his problems with sympathy rather than pity.

they don’t always need to know what to say, but if they can show him that he is loved, he’ll absolutely melt.

empathy and understanding is a bigbig thing. it’s really important that his s/o has no ulterior motives and genuinely shows that they want him for who he truly is and not for anything else. not his status, his power, or anything like that. just him. shōto todoroki. because at the end of the day he isn’t his grades, his quirk, his past, etc. he is a person. and his s/o needs to show him that that is more than enough.

in no way is this man submissive, but somebody who can talk him out of some of his more impulsive decisions without being too overbearing would be ideal. somebody who can be practical and reason with him, but not to the point where it feels like they’re telling him what to do. he hates feeling tied down like that, yk?

misc...

somebody willing to listen, but not afraid to carry the conversation.

a good cook?

someone hardworking and determined! shows passion and drive in something. whether it be academics or a personal goal. shōto needs somebody equally/almost as driven as him because he connects with people by attempting to understand them.

SOMEONE SUPPORTIVE OF HIS DREAM TO BECOME A HERO AND WILL TELL HIM THAT THEY ARE PROUD OF HIM.

motherly vibes almost?

he just needs a hug man

shōto please marry me

BAKUGO KATSUKI

bakugo needs somebody who is patient and willing to help him grow

i mean...it’s BAKUGO. he’s a hot head and you HAVE to be able to handle that. no crying when he screams at you for getting a math problem wrong HAHAHAH

also: he’s actually very emotionally intelligent so if he knew his attitude bothered you i think he’d at least attempt to be a little gentler

very important to note that having patience does not equal being a pushover. he would absolutely hate dating somebody who cannot assert themselves, and i believe he would not do well with somebody who’s super passive either. he’s extremely dominate, but letting him have his way (not in a sexual way 😐) with you would not be healthy.

not to say that it isn’t possible!!! this is just my opinion. passive bakugo simps rise i hate confrontation too but i would love to have an enemies to lovers relationship with this man.

he’ll need somebody who’s pretty good at picking up on emotions since he tends to lash out a lot too. if you’re able to look deeper into the reasons as to why he’s acting the way he is, he’ll silently love it. you have to be willing to reach out to him.

mutual respect is vital in every relationship but ESPECIALLY in one with mr.katsuki here. if you win his heart, he thinks you’re absolutely incredible, so he needs a s/o that feels the same!!!

he likes feeling capable and enjoys compliments so i actually think he’d benefit from somebody who outwardly displays their affection. validation from you would feel otherworldly to him so do it often!! even if he acts like a douchebag about it just do it. he has a superiorty complex let him be.

misc...

similar to todoroki, he needs somebody who is supportive of him and has their own aspirations in life.

somebody with a REALLY good sense of humor!!! make him laugh and he’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the day.

you have to get along with kirishima, but that won’t be hard to do so it’s fine.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

midoriya needs somebody who will tell him to take care of himself (ITS KINNIE TIME GUYS IM SO SORRY.).

this angel is doing his absolute best.

everyone in 1A is a workaholic but midoriya takes this to another level. he’s so goal-orientated that he tends to overwork himself ALL THE TIME. this is why he needs somebody who will force him to relax. :(. he needs his s/o to remind him that his health matters too.

he’d adore it if his s/o cooked him meals, called him frequently, and made an effort to help him with his hero studies. literally any act of service would make his heart burst. he takes care of so many people it’s like...he needs somebody who will do the same for him too.

basically, he needs a mom friend but not to the extent that shōto would need one HAHA. just like,,, somebody who very obviously cares, yk?

expressive about how much they adore him

misc...

aaa somebody willing to do study dates with him would be an incredible thing for him to experience :]. he enjoys being productive so if his s/o can turn something that’ll contribute to his success as a hero into a date, he’d be like ☆_☆ . would fall harder for you than he already had before (if that’s even possible).

also, don’t sweat it if you’re bad at school, he’s more than willing to help you. he loves being of assistance!

loyalty is a big thing too!!!!

SOMEONE WHO LISTENS OH I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

im being so real if you want to win his heart you have be willing to listen to his rants about all might. having similar interests would be HUGE for him. he needs somebody who will let him rant for as long as he wants without making him feel like a nuisance (don’t we all).

reassurance. he overthinks a lot so somebody who will acknowledge his efforts to be a good boyfriend is mandatory.

someone who understands where his priorities lie.

while he would benefit from a s/o that reminds him not to overwork himself, he absolutely needs them to also realize that he will do whatever it takes to be a great hero.

there needs to be a mutual understanding between him and his partner about how his career is the most important thing in his life.

compromise is gonna be key in this area lol.

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part 3 -> coming soon

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Digimon Adventure x Digimon Adventure tri ~ featuring CHARACTER: Koushiro[u] Izumi [Koushiro “Izzy” Izumi in US dub] (+relationship with Mimi Tachikawa) [+Taichi Yagami] + IMPORTANT DIALOGUES (in Adventures & connecting to tri.) + CHARACTER/STORY PROGRESSION

also known as: KOUSHIRO vs. COMMUNICATION {further a.k.a: Communication Is Hard.}

{the following related quotes and information relates more specifically to Tri!Koushiro. There will be minimal spoilers for both his & Mimi’s roles in tri, without majorly spoiling the ending / plot surrounding Meiko.}

“I WISH THAT KOUSHIRO would act more spoiled and unreasonable instead of always keeping it inside”

“like a 'GOOD BOY’”

“I want him to tell me what he LIKES”

“and” “HATES”

“That’s what being A KID is all about!”

“...Don’t you think so?”

- Mrs Izumi, Adventure Episode 31 (Japanese version)

{... Or maybe it would have been better if you

NEVER SAID ANYTHING AT ALL.}

- {Koushiro, internally, @ himself, Often, Probably} [?]:

Original Posters’ {Mine} Commentary:

{Some Food For Thought TM, Maybe}

(a refresher, of relevant Koushiro backstory potentials from the novels written by Adventure director Kakudou!) {I tend to refer to these passages a Lot when discussing or analyzing Koushiros concepts for Reasons}: [with translations thanks to Onkei; as tumblr refuses to show posts with links in the tags nowadays, please check in comments if you want the links to novels, thank you!]

- from the opening chapters; when lost on File Island

- from the part covering Adventure episode 28; a.k.a. “the Gate”:

“Before now, before he had come to the Digital World, Koushiro had considered himself

an insignificant and WORTHLESS human being.”

{Note: it should be important to be kept in mind that Koushiro within this point of the pre-series story [Novels, above] is 10~ years old and he’s been feeling those things SINCE HE WAS A TINY CHILD [Ages 5~10].}

{“THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING [INTO/OBSESSED WITH] COMPUTERS!”} [Note: in novels, it’s translated as “obsessed with”.]

BONUS:

{from later in the same sequence of Adventure #31, above}:

{from later on in Tri; Kyousei ending}:

THE BIGGEST BONUS:

tri. head Director Motonaga: As tri. is connected to 02, the entire theme of this work is depicting what the first generation of Chosen Children would be thinking about as they become adults.

Because the question of what kind of adults they’ll become has already been answered, we’re working on the problem of getting to that answer, in a sort of reverse problem-solving.

(on Koushiro) As Koushiro begins to try changing his clothes in Part 1, he wants to become someone who can do something by himself.

- Otomedia, February 2016 (Digimon Adventure tri. interview) [with translation credit thanks to website DigiLab Blog!]

“what they were learning in Tri.”: (KOUSHIRO):

“ After understanding about himself, GAINS ABILITY TO UNDERSTAND OTHERS. Learns to easily/OPENLY ACCEPT OTHERS’ LOVE TOWARDS HIM .”

- from a post-Tri livestream interview given by Kazumasa Habu (who, along with Kenji Watanabe and Mr. Maekawa, are members) of the Digimon Staff that works with the LCD Virtual Pets [with translation via Onkei]

{pictured: Habu holds up the planning sheet for Tri.}

MIMI - ‘selfishness’{-like quality, aka ‘Jikochu’ in Ketsui} disappears, learns to be courteous towards others

[&] Learns not to expect others to be sweet on her "just because she's a girl." {<- this includes Koushiro Izumi!} learns that when it's necessary, she'll have to get dirty herself and give in to things.

start of {Kokuhaku} / {Confession} [Movie #3]:

(earlier on, as well), {Ketsui}:

{Kyousei} / {Coexistence}; Movie #5: {when she becomes stuck in a familiar-to-the-viewers setting with Tentomon}:

[hey, wouldn’t you know, she’s very clearly not upset with Koushiro anymore?]

{Kizuna}:

[the last we have of Original!Koushiro so far, from the credits; he’s now the head of his own company, having learnt how to UNDERSTAND others while openly ACCEPTING LOVE towards HIMSELF, from the people who CARE about him, {and even simply learning how to communicate in TEAMS}]

(people who CARE ABOUT HM): {ALSO KNOWN AS: HIS FRIENDS} & {HIS FAMILY}

“KNOWING NOTHING is just a chance to learn new things, RIGHT?”

“PLEASE KEEP LEARNING NEW THINGS,

... AND ENJOYING IT.”

{Note: this post is part of a series discussing Koushiro using canonical references and quotations from the original Japanese version [and not the U.S. dub] to attempt to explain his progressing storyline; you can view more of my headcanons thoughts and analysis at my Neurodivergent Koushiro analysis series!}

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The Cure (Sebastian Stan x You) Pt. 1

Characters: Sebastian Stan x Fem!You

Summary: (Part 1) The Abstract wanted nothing but to change the ways on how the world was working. In their minds, it was people who needed correction and living in a chaotic world acquired them to take such actions, giving everybody the cure that would fix the world.

Warning: Cusses. That's all? Heehee.

Words: 1,400+ (It's short. Heehee.)

A/N: I've seen a video in Insta of Bucky being wiped, and y'all prolly are getting a hint of what's going to happen in this short oneshot series. Part 2's going to be uploaded soon once I finish writing it. (Still haven’t finished writing it but I will try and get some inspiration to it ASAP. I’m still sick with Chicken pox so I apologize, Tater tots.) 

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PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. 

SOUNDS OF UNIDENTIFIED DEATH THROES AND LOUD WAILS OF UNKNOWN PEOPLE CAME FROM THE BLACK ROOM. Each person were dressed in white, those types of clothes that were used in mental hospitals which looked pure and untainted. However, the Abstract's manipulation towards each person weren't exactly pure as they had other intentions in mind.

Putative number 97 came out of the room looking disheveled and worn out. It was her third time that she was mended and whenever she does, she comes back out without remembering what her real name was. Not that she has told it to you and your lover. But, it was obvious.

The whole process was therapeutic to the eyes of the Abstract. Yet, the both of you could sense there was more to what has been said. Putative number 97 heavily sauntered in the middle of the tranquil, white hallway. All Putatives were waiting in line, back against the walls with their hearts anxious to what will be the result of being cured. If you were one gullible human, then you'll prolly not know what is happening behind that sketchy black metal door.

But, you were born to be curious and thinking in advance.

"97! Hey!" You whisper-yelled to the blonde, thin woman who wandered completely unsteady. She promptly gave you a glance, though her green eyes were soulless; in a lack-luster state which was not new to every person who came out of the black room. She gave you a look that left you breathless and full of dread to what's about to come as you were about to go next.

You don't know what the Abstract's do to them when they're inside. Though, you have your hunches and your hunches appears terrifying for the better of the world.

"Number 1985! You're next!" At the mention of the number, you were flabbergasted and tear-tied, in the midst of crying your heart was scared for the only person who weren't cured and the only one who had been with you till the Abstract came.

You were number 1986 and not 1985. Sebastian was.

"Sebastian, what did you do?!" You scream-yelled at him who had been smiling throughout the whole day. The latter shook his head, taking your cold hands in his. You begged hard enough and even pleaded that you should be taken and not him. You've even written things in bullet form so you could know how one could remember the other and you knew you were the person who's going to forget.

Nonetheless, his actions surprised you because only one person can be taken from a couple.

"It's gotta be me, Baby. It's gotta be me," he quickly took your face in his hands, trying to draw a smile that could reach the ends of his gunmetal blue eyes, but failed to do so. "It should be me, not you."

You grab his perfectly sculpted face, scanning every inch of his features in your head as you wanted nothing more but to keep it in mind and the same goes for him. Though, when he comes out of that door, he's already a ghost with no remorse running in his cured blood.

The Abstract's wearing unidentified masks came marching through your view. Two tall, thewy men came strolling through the end of the hallway with a plan to carry your lover with force.

"You're an idiot, Sea-bass! You're a fucking idiot!" You glared at the latter with puffy, red eyes. Tears streaming down your face, cascading in such a bittersweet manner that made the man inside the room smirk at what he was witnessing.

"No-no-no, That's never gonna happen, babe. Never." You emphasized and grabbed his cleft chin, slightly pinching as you stood up on your feet, desperately for a change at heart. The men finally ceased their walking as they eyed you up and down with their masks covering the expressions that they had. If they even have one.

"Take me! Take me instead!" You demanded with much desperation, hopeless of how weak they look at you. Both men peered down out you, feeling the intimidation surround them as you blinked and continued to beg. "I-I volunteer for you to take me instead!"

Both men decided to declare their words in tandem, "Putative number 1985 has requested that we never pick you," they replied rather nonchalantly, voice monotone as if they had no souls. "You are very sick," the other continued, voice deep and intimidating. "The Abstract is prohibited to take very sick people, you'll be sent off to warden and be checked,"

You gave them the stink eye, thoroughly in rage because of the lies that left their mouth. Pure lies. "What? I am certainly not sick you asshole!"

In the midst of your argument with the Abstract, another voice which was more lively and youthful came yelling through the speakers around the hallway. "Putative number 1985! Do not waste our time!"

Sebastian grabbed your cold, trembling hands as he stood before you. His stance completely weary and shaky as he was trying to be strong for you. He always did. He was like the lighthouse to your lost boat, entirely the only hope you were holding on as you proceed to a life that seemed to be uncertain and full of questions.

"I love you, Y/N." he whispered, leaning close to you as his lips landed straight on your ear. Sniffing one last of your scent that he never wanted to forget. "Promise me you're not gonna lose it when I'm finally cured," Sebastian whispered tenderly, voice sultry and rough, slightly shaking at the end of his note.

"Also promise me, and that you swear you'll follow everything that's written in our red book," he beseeched, there was another tremble which made you wrap your arms around his warm, clothed body.

The latter gave you one last kiss behind your ears, feeling his five o'clock shadow pricking your skin. A sensation in which you will overly miss. "Because you know I'll always remember you, Baby. You know I will," his gunmetal blue eyes fixated on yours once more, a tight lipped smile falling on his face as it fell once he was pulled and taken by force by the Abstract.

"Sebastian--" you sprinted towards the guards and clawed on their backs as you pleaded to leave your lover alone. "No! Take your filthy hands off him!" you yelled a lot more louder and tried taking the clips behind one's head to take it's mask off. As fast as a lightning, you were pushed on the ground with a loud thud, head falling on the floor making a loud 'bang'.

"I told you not to fucking hurt her!" Sebastian bellowed, struggling againsts their tight hold but they were shockingly stronger than him.

"Stop being a sore eye," the guards spat with ferocity, grinning beneath the abstract, weird mask he was wearing. "You'll forget about her anyway,"

"No! I won't!" Your lover spat back, trying to escape his hold as he was glancing back and forth between you who has fallen behind him. You moaned out the pain as the world began to fall into a kaleidoscope, yet you were still strong enough to stand on your feet with Sebastian in mind as you tried to run for him, tailing behind your lover who was screaming only nothing but your name.

"Love will never conquer all. Only the Abstract will,"

Hence, your name which left his mouth will subside as his screams will turn horrifying soon.

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[kittybennett]

your choice | anti-soulmate au where they weren't born with soul-mates and they meet in a group where other people who don't have them meet-up. and they come to the conclusion that they're not weirdos for not having them. cause they have the group and each other jhskfjksdf - @malcolmbrights​

ok i’m sorry this turned REALLY long but here we go.

aka: five times ev didn’t go to support group and one time she did

i.

Evelyn Reyes spends much of her sixteenth year of life staring into reflective surfaces in the vain hope that she will find a soulmark has bloomed on her skin while she wasn’t looking. Most people are born within them, though it isn’t entirely unheard of for the matching tattoos to make themselves known in the years between childhood and adolescence. A teenager already, Evelyn is a rarity, late even by the most generous of time frames, and this makes her a repository for her peers’ pity. She takes to wearing long sleeves even in the sweltering heat of summer to avoid questions, but finds that it’s all people want to talk to her about. No matter how they phrase their comforting platitudes or prying questions, it all sounds the same to her.

Are you scared that you might be utterly alone? How relieved I am that it’s you and not me.

Evelyn hates them all, but most of all she hates the guidance counselor who calls her into her office to offer ‘support’ and gives Evelyn a flyer for a group of people with deceased soulmates. It’s not the same, the counselor explains, but those in the group might understand what Evelyn is going through. They can sympathize on how horrible it is to not have a soulmate.

Her cheeks burn hot. She shoves the flyer into the pocket of her hoodie and begs to be excused. On her way home she tears the flyer into little pieces and throws it over a bridge, watching the pieces of paper flutter and land on the river below while angry, shameful tears prick at her eyes.

After that, she stops checking her body for new marks.

ii. The first man that Evelyn loves also takes pains to keep covered up. Unlike Evelyn, he actually has something to hide: a bright blue tattoo of a bird in flight. The space where it adorns his forearm is usually bandaged lest Jamie’s eager admirers find a way to replicate it and render the mark useless.

When they lie together at night, Evelyn traces the mark. It’s the closest she’s ever been to one that didn’t belong to either of her parents, and even at a young age she knew not to ask questions about theirs.

“They weren’t soulmates.” Evelyn tells her lover one night. “His died when they were little — childhood sweethearts. And my mom has never talked about hers, but I know he’s gone too. She wouldn’t have married my father or had me if she thought he was still out there.”

What she doesn’t confess hangs in the air. Jamie addresses it anyway.

“You know that’s not the reason you’re like this, right?”

Evelyn is silent but the finger that was tracing his mark stills.

“Evelyn. It’s just bad luck. Seriously.” He tilts her face so he can stare into her eyes. Jamie is rarely serious, so this sudden sobriety makes it difficult for Evelyn to hold his gaze, but she does. “Bad things happen to lots of people, and it’s not the end of the world. My cousin is widowed, and he remarried and—“

Before he can finish his story, Evelyn kisses him. And kisses him. Her distraction works.

That night Evelyn prays for the first time in well over a decade: asking for a blue bird on her forearm. ( She breaks up with Jamie a week later. Better to get out with her heart mostly intact. She never does find out what happened to that cousin of his, though sometimes she wonders if she should have let Jamie finish. )

iii.

“Would it kill you to write something happy for once? Just one ballad about summer love, or getting dicked down?”

Evelyn frowns. “You know I’m not the bubblegum pop type.”

“That’s for sure.” Her producer sighs. “Listen, you’re good. But can’t you just write a love song that isn’t super … intense and depressing? Give us something fun and light-hearted for once.”

“What if I haven’t felt that?”

“Then pretend, or talk to someone who has.” The producer fixes her with a look between pity and sternness. “Seriously, Evie. Don’t come back here without a love song. And get a therapist.”

Evelyn returns in a week with a song about the thrill of a first glance and the intense flush of devotion that follows it. The song spends several weeks on the charts and goes viral after someone creates a Tik Tok dance for it, though none of that matters to sole inspiration for the song: Evelyn’s new cat.

iv.

Her second-ever happy love song is not as commercially successful, but it is inspired by a human being this time. Naomi is brilliant, and funny, and the most talented actress of her generation (according to a Vanity Fair correspondent but Evelyn is inclined to agree). The first time she refers to Evelyn as “the love of my life”, Evelyn spends the better part of a week repeating the moment in her mind.

Naomi really should have thought to mention the caveat.

Three years later, Evelyn laughs at something a precocious child on a television program says and asks, “What would you do if your child asked you that?”

Naomi shakes her head. “Pour myself some scotch and direct them towards their other mom, or dad.”

Evelyn is frozen.

Other mom or dad. Not you. Not the love of her life. Because Evelyn is only the love of Naomi’s life … for now.

Evelyn turns off the television program. “You don’t think we’ll raise children together?”

Naomi looks sheepish. To her credit, she picks her words more carefully this time. “Evelyn … be realistic. I love you so much but - someday I’m going to meet the real thing. You can’t ask me to say no to them for you.”

Evelyn feels the same hot shame she did when she was sixteen and finally accepting that she had no soulmate and never would. This time she won’t cry, not in front of Naomi. “I’m a person. Not your training wheels.”

She moves out the next day.

v.

Dating apps aren’t much different, as it turns out. She has way too many messages from people who assume that being bisexual means she wants nothing more than to fulfill the threesome fantasies of heterosexual couples, and even more messages from people who think that because she is “unmarked”, she isn’t looking for anything serious. To be unmarked is to be written off entirely as a romantic partner, or at least as a serious one.

She deletes the dating app, but not before she posts a screenshot of her DMs to her Instagram with a caption finally addressing the rumors that she is unmarked.

I've always been private regarding the subject, but I owe it to anyone else like me to be more candid about my experiences as someone without a soulmark. Yes — I am unmarked, but not unworthy.

That night she’s flooded with messages from others like her, who thank her and repost her message. It’s humbling and uplifting all at once and Evelyn is guilty that she didn’t do it sooner. She responds to as many as she possibly can.

( One message stands out among the rest:

@ teorror: hey @reyevie​  - if you’re in nyc, my support group would love to have you! we meet at [ …. ] )

vi.

In the end, it’s not another rejection or loneliness or even solidarity that leads Evelyn to finally try talking to others like her.

It’s pettiness, and a lot of annoyance.

A former classmate posts a soulmate announcement on Facebook in which the caption describes meeting her soulmate for the first time as the single most important day of anyone’s life, the center of the human experience.

It makes Evelyn grit her teeth.

She is indignant that anyone would not consider the pain and feelings of inadequacy those words might cause for unmarked youth like the ones she’s received messages from, or her younger self. And she realizes with a pang of regret: it’s not just social media, or dating apps. It’s also the songs that people like Evelyn have written, the films and books that saturate the market that convince everyone that no other kind of love or measure of happiness matters when compared to romantic love.

As much as Evelyn craves it, she refuses to accept that it should overshadow every other aspect of her life.

She scrolls through her messages until she finds the one from @teorror again, inviting her to join his group and decides to show up and prove her point, even if she’s the only one who knows it.

To her initial horror, the group is small. There are only three people there, and Evelyn is just about ready to turn on her heel and walk away rather than join such an intimate gathering when a man bolts from his chair with an overjoyed expression on his face.

“Hey! You actually came!” He goes to her, and offers his hand to be shaked. “Can I call you Ev? Guys! This is Ev! The singer I was telling you guys about? Come on, sit down.”

The man she’s guessing is Teorror (Teo, she’ll later learn) guides her towards the others and the other man produces a chair for her and introduces himself as Rico.

Mercifully, they don’t ask her to introduce herself first or talk first. The woman next to her (Claudia) does, then Rico and Teo. Eventually they all turn to Evelyn.

“You don’t have to share if you’re not ready, Ev.” Claudia says, adopting Teo’s nickname for Evelyn. “The first time can be overwhelming.”

Ev nods, but feels she should try anyway. “I’m Evelyn — and as I guess you’ve figured, I’m also an unmarked.”

Immediately, a shadow crosses over the faces of the others. Evelyn stops.

“We try not to use that word.” Rico says gently and Evelyn can tell he’s taking care to not embarrass her. “It isn’t good to define ourselves by what we don’t have, rather than what we do.”

“Tell us about you. Teo says you’re a singer?” Claudia coaxes helpfully.

Teo offers Evelyn another wide smile. “I used to call myself leftovers. Or spare parts. I thought it was really funny, you know? But they’re right: focusing on what you lack just sets you up for more pain.”

It’s something to think about. She’s back for the session next week.

As the months go by, she sees the group outside of meetings too, starting with a potluck at Teo’s and leading to drinks and mechanical bull rides with Rico, or sightseeing with Claudia. At first she wonders what it might be like to share a soulmark with one of them … to find a soulmate after all … but eventually, she nearly stops thinking of the marks altogether.

Those fantasies end entirely after another night of dancing, as they’re having greasy fast food and Teo slings his arm around her as he tells a story that requires exaggerated facial expressions and wild hand gestures. She laughs and almost misses the moment where Claudia returns to the table with her order and slides her a crispy taco (Ev’s favorite) and Rico picks at the tomato (which Ev’s hates) and places it beside his own burger so that Evelyn won’t have to. They know her well, she realizes, better than anyone. They love her better than anyone …and suddenly Evelyn feels overwhelmed with her love for them in return.

Here is the intimacy she’s been craving her whole life: a love that doesn’t ask her to define herself by it, or insist upon its sole importance. It simply accepts, and gives. 

Evelyn can only wonder why she ever thought this wouldn’t be enough.