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regular-guy!Eddie absolutely did not expect the emotional gut-punch of the ✨RED CARPET INTERVIEW✨ from famous!Steve's movie premiere (or: Part Nine)

He kinda already knew that, and sure he feels exactly the same but…

Fuck if hearing it out loud isn’t something else.💛🎥

<<< back to the obligatory dose of lingering insecurity // back to the beginning

It’s a whole eight-and-a-half hours since Steve left, and Eddie’s opening the door to a delivery guy who’s holding a box from Eddie’s favorite bakery. Eddie didn’t even know they did delivery, but like—

He shouldn’t even be fucking surprised anymore. He’s not surprised by how his heart fills, and trips over itself for how clumsy it gets when it’s a giddy-lovedrunk fool like the rest of him, beating Steve-Steve-Steve through his veins, stumbling like it’s never moved before which is true in a way, maybe the biggest way, because this territory of loving his Stevie demands blissfully, and consumes entirely, all that Eddie is in a way he’s never known before, or feltbefore so yeah, yeah his heart can just shiver madly with it as long as it goddamn wants.

(And it wants forever, so.)

And this is apparently who Eddie is, now, what he’s be reshaped into for the love of Steve Harrington. And fuck, but he wouldn’t trade it; wouldn’t change it for anything.

His pulse does an extra little tumble when he unfolds the note waiting for him in the fold of the box:

you are what my heart is for

for always, if you’ll have me

~S <3 <3

He doesn’t fight the way his face stretches into a smile, so soft and just, just…so in love, right, and he laughs with the size of the warmth flooding him when he opens the box to see his favorite donuts—Boston Cream and chocolate glazed—nestled alongside enough varieties of the flakiest, butteriest croissants to feed a small army. He shakes his head and checks the clock: not too late for a coffee, so he goes to the machine and—

Finds it all set up, ready to brew. Cup set next to it and everything, complete with a post-it with another <3 scrawled in the middle, stuck to the handle.

Eddie cannot fight the way his eyes prickle as he switches the machine on and takes the note from the mug, holds it to his chest like it’s precious.

Because it is precious. This feeling, this…this this, is so fucking precious he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t know how he found something this profound, this invaluable and dear to its core, to his core, he’s, he just…

If his fucking coffee gets a couple tears in it, he figures that’s just, like, the taste of true fucking love, so he’s actually really goddamn grateful for it.

Maybe it makes him heartsick a little, for how much it already feels like his home is empty without Steve, just for a few hours now, but…he thinks maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be, how he’s supposed to feel.

He…he’s not going to willingly sign up for this feeling way again, though. He’s gonna get over his bullshit and give in to what it feels like to love this big and complete, fuck his discomfort and his hangups, he’s never letting his world feel this dull and bereft again if he can fucking help it.

Maybe he googles tuxedos, then…maybe he googles ‘what do men wear to the red carpet’ because maybe it’s just really nice tailored suits, he doesn’t fucking know, he just knows he’s going to fucking get one, he’s going to buy it himself and have it ready for the next time Steve asks him to come with him, so he can show his Stevie that he’s in this in every way, no caveats, no heartbreak, even the little temporary going-to-work kind.

Then he looks at the clock, bites at his lip, and decides no, it’s not took early to search for the most unhinged network to have started their coverage of the premiere.

Because seriously. He was always gonna fucking watch his boyfriend be amazing, and beautiful, and just…

Everything.

—

Eddie nearly drops his pain au chocolat when he sees Steve’s perfectly swooped hair peek on-screen in the so-far-kinda-interminable premiere coverage. Like…Eddie knows he’s watching with a deeply single-minded goal, but seriously.

How are these other people taking up time that could just be Steve, instead?

Insanity.

“Steven,” the interviewer greets him in that over-friendly way the press has with celebrities, that Eddie always thought was weird as fuck because it’s not like those vultures were the famous people’s friends.

“I hate to say this because it feels cliche,” the woman smiles that sort of apologetic-but-only-because-people-are-watching smile that’s fucking nauseating; “but you’re looking exceptionally striking tonight,” she nods to his outfit, and ‘striking’ is an understatement but then she once-overs him head-to-toe and…

Fuck.

Fuck, but Eddie did not anticipate the welling of rage in his limbs, the protectiveness that surges in him laced with a potent possessiveness he should maybe be ashamed of but…no, he’s fucking not, because his Stevie isn’t a pice of meat and he’ll fucking fight anyone who treats him like a paycheck or a prize or a—

But Steve laughs, and it sounds real, so…Eddie can let it slide.

For now.

“Am I?” Steve asks, playful almost, coquettish—he’s got a handle on this, has these bastards eating out the palm of his goddamn hand and if his masterful command of the encounter from the jump, here, isn’t sexy as fuck, leads to something wholly different but just as red-hot as the protective ire in Eddie leaping through his blood all over again? Well.

Fuck him, then, because: dayum.

The interviewer laughs, comfortable, and Eddie gets the impression that maybe they’ve done this dance before; a lot of times, even. There isn’t camaraderie, there, but there’s a…collegiality.

Eddie will table his desire to key the interviewer’s car and…stuff.

For now.

“Is it weird to tell you you’re glowing?”

Steve does what Eddie imagines is the movie star equivalent of the snort that he lets loose so often, so freely, so unguarded in Eddie’s home, next to Eddie and it’s like his smiles that don’t reach his eyes versus the ones that do.

And Eddie’s fucking floored all over again at what a privilege it is, what a gift he’s living, to know the difference. To be able to hold the difference close.

“Maybe,” Steve huffs across the feed, and Eddie watches the little expressive quirks run across his face, framing that blinding smile because fuck, the man is kinda radiant, but then: Eddie knows for a fact that Steve is radiant always, so it’s not a surprise this lady’s pointing it out.

S’just obvious.

“But I don’t mind at all,” Steve adds as the interviewer ducks her head a bit, a little reticent all of a sudden though Eddie can’t tell how much of it’s an act, if it even matters: because Steve’s a master at reading people, at getting the body language and subtler cues just right—the number of times already that he’s picked up something’s off, from a frustrating work call to a headache from a coming storm, before Eddie even processes it for himself is unreal—but Steve always notices, so he leans in kind of conspiratorially as he grins, and invites her to share the energy:

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” and he winks, and she chuckles, and Eddie…

Eddie cannot help but imagine what it could be like to stand next to him. To brush his arm against Steve’s arm as he works the line of cameras. To smile at this woman and all these bloodsuckers and just…watch as they fawn over the man he loves, who loves him and who will go home with Eddie, and trust Eddie with all the intricacies of him that the world isn’t privy to, and Eddie could watch them fall over themselves and just…just know.

He wants that. He wants that…so much.

“Such a compliment,” the interviewer confirms enthusiastically, then tilts her head, her demeanor shifting ever-so-slightly:

“Anything different to credit as the cause? New skin routine?” she asks too innocent, and Eddie’s struck that this must be how the game is played, asking questions without asking the question.

He doesn’t think he could manage that. He’s in awe of Steve all over again if this is what’s demanded of him as a rule, on the regular.

Then he’s in awe of Steve—all over again, again—when Steve’s features soften and then, for the most blink-and-you’ll-miss-it second, Eddie sees the version of Steve that sits next to him on the couch, that strokes Eddie’s hair, that touches him gentle and reverent somehow, that shares his bed.

It’s gone in a second but, the idea that there’s feeling there that, knowing what to look for and how to recognize the known quantity, can leak into the careful public display that Steve allows the world to have of him?

It’s…it’s a heady, powerful thing. It’s fucking intoxicating to witness.

And then the man he loves speaks:

“I don’t think there’s a product money can buy that makes you glow from the inside,” and he sounds so tender, so genuine and fucking, like, just, luminescent with feeling and Eddie…Eddie cannot handle it.

Eddie needs him so much. Needs to reach for him. Needs to hold him. Needs to hold him to his chest and try to fit him inside, needs to make himself small in Steve’s arms to try and fit inside his chest and make a home there forever, he needs—

“Oh,” the interviewer is fucking, like, cooing; “oh, Steven,” and Eddie’s mouth twists instinctually because…okay. Okay, Eddie gets why Steve uses another version of his name for the masses and Eddie thinks he’s only going to use it for really really serious things, if only just to try and salvage the way he suspects this woman isn’t the first, or the worst, to simper around it like it has something to give, rather than exists as something to like…adulate.

Actively.

“You have to know that now I’m obligated to—” she says the words like she knows she’s required to, and maybe, maybe feels some degree of apology for prodding but…not nearly enough degrees.

Not even close.

But Steve just laughs, cuts into her words:

“Of course I knew,” he waves her prevaricating off with such a deft fucking hand, so hot; “I was counting on it.”

And he sounds sly, not quite like he’d played her but not exactly not, like he was pulling the strings all along and she moved exactly where he’d planned for her to.

More…just more sexy. And Eddie’s just really grateful he’s wearing sweats right now and there’s no one to judge him, basically.

“It’s not something I want to hide,” Steve’s saying all soft again, but burning like candlelight and Eddie melts for it accordingly because Jesus fucking Christ: “but you’re only getting the broad strokes, yeah?”

“Broad strokes, excellent,” the interviewer says, nodding like a bobblehead; “that is perfect,” and she’s clearly excited, and Eddie obviously knew Steve was private where he could be but to get this kind of reaction at the admittedly bare-bones he’s laying out as being willing to share?

It has to…mean something big. Has to be a little unprecedented. Maybe Eddie’s heart’s bouncing in his chest, pin-balling against his ribs more than a little for all the implications in it.

Heady, like he said: and then some.

“I met someone,” and Eddie, like: okay.

Okay, he probably could have guessed that’s where it was going via context clues, like, Steve was talking about something personal. Entertainment “journalism” was always rooted in who was fucking who, and…well.

Steve’s fucking Eddie, so, yeah. Context clues.

But tell that to the way Eddie’s heart damn well stops still, freezing all it’s chaotic momentum in his chest in a fucking second once he realizes what’s happening. What is…

Happening, on cable fucking television. On Al Gore’s internet. Fucking…live.

In front of millions. For posterity.

(If Eddie still trusted himself to follow such things—which for the record, after the no-Steve-in-your-contacts disaster, he absolutely does not, okay?—but if he did, he can only begin to imagine the extent of the gifsets, because Eddie found fuckton of a lot of them for the actor-who-he-definitely-didn’t-think-was-his-Steve, and he always did have a pretty good eye for the kinds of events that a fanbase would eat up and make like five-hundred-thousand versions of the same 10 seconds from, and now-definitely-his-Steve is offering a goldmine here, but—)

But see, even if Eddie trusted himself with that sort of thing still, he couldn’t care about it right now, and that would be because his heart’s still decidedly in limbo, twitching maybe with disbelief, with overwhelm, with the gravity of what’s happening because Steve is, Steve is—

About him and—

“I’m with someone.”

And Steve says it with so much feeling, so much…delight and wonder at the fact of it, the mere prospect of it, that it makes sense that the full weight of it hits Eddie as his heart feels like it gasps for air after being held under water, holding so much more inside it in his moment than Eddie thinks, no: so much more than Eddie knows he’s ever felt before and that’s why the way his heart jumps back to beating again is a whole ass the earth-shattering production, because the force of it could crack his ribs or quake the ground beneath him, definitely rocks him where he sits and shakes through his bones because it’s such a, like, volumetric force that cascades through him, that feels like expanding with the breadth of all things and then slamming closed to expel them into the universe to be caught and held by the only person, the only heart and soul that you want, that you need to have your everything—

“I found this incredible human who is,” Steve licks his lips, and Eddie’s hyper-saturated heart probably shouldn’t be able to beat faster when it’s beating with this kind of unprecedented force but it does, somehow, it can because Eddie is that far in love and maybe that transcends all the probablys in the whole fucking world.

“Like, this is amazing,” Steve pivots, gestures at the spectacle around them; “and it’s a privilege, and you know how much I appreciate it, how grateful I am and how much I would never dare to even think about taking any of it as a given.”

“You’ve always been,” the interviewer considers for a second before deciding on her words, and delivering them wholly-honest, and Eddie tries his damnedest to process what she says over the deafening rush of his blood in his ears: “probably the most gracious of your colleagues that I’ve had the pleasure to speak with,” and she shoots him a little grin as she adds:

“Humble, really, which has never failed to be impressive.”

And Eddie feels this…tingling warmth come over him, bubbly and magical like champagne looks in a sunset: he’s so proud, and he’s so…fucking lucky that this man wants him, that this man loves him, that this man lets Eddie love him back, and is willing to…tell the whole goddamn world.

“That is so sad,” Steve grimaces at being called out for being decent as something other than a bare minimum, which Eddie gets but he also knows for a fact that Steve is so much more than decent, and he deserves to be celebrated for it whether or not his own coworkers fucking suck.

Eddie’s gonna make a point to celebrate him. For all that he is and all that he does, for how he is exceptional in all the ways.

Always.

“But, like, you’ve seen that,” Steve gets back to his point, and perks up, goes back to the blinding brightness that pulls Eddie’s heart wide to do the thing where it’s trying to defy physics, to pump the whole unfathomable depth of this feeling; “so you know what it means when I tell you I met someone who blows all of this out of the water. Who puts everything this town, this industry,” he glances around himself again, takes everything in in this encompassing way then shakes his head and grins so true:

“Everything this job has to offer, even at its very best? This person puts all of it to absolute shame.”

And the interviewer is just staring at him, holding her microphone, looking a little dumbfounded, definitely surprised—Eddie knows Steve doesn’t date much, hasn’t been attached to someone romantically for years since a very high profile breakup with the lead from the those 80s-throwback monster movies that Eddie refuses to name, out of solidarity with the man he’s gonna spend the rest of his life with. But the red carpet lady’s thrown for a loop, maybe largely by the subject itself, but maybe likewise by the feeling Steve’s infusing every word with. Unabashed and brilliant.

“They’re so much…more, than all of this, any of this, that I don’t know the word to describe it,” Steve laughs lightly to himself for a second then tacks on:

“If a word for this even exists.”

The interviewer seems to shake herself out of her baffled kind of stupor to nod a little, smile a little—not reluctant, but more kinda…confused.

“Sounds special,” she says, and it’s like she does mean it, but then she adds; “almost like a fairytale.”

And Eddie doesn’t think it’s just his own insecurities—difficult to hold on to in the waves of what his pulse is doing, how his entire body is reacting to Steve’s every word, to the undeniable revelation of just what lives in Steve’s heart in detail, public now and proud of it, kind of fucking unequivocal—but Eddie doesn’t think it’d just be him who picks up the unspoken implication there:

Almost too good to be true..

“I mean every word,” Steve doesn’t even pause to consider that implication, fucking unfathomable saint of a man that he is; “and I am so grateful, I don’t take a breath spent with them for granted,” and fuck if Eddie’s eyes don’t sting because yeah, he kinda already knew that, and sure he feels exactly the same but…

Fuck if hearing it out loud isn’t something else.

“But I found someone who enjoys my company, like, seriously and genuinely enjoys my company, and doesn’t mind at all that I am kind of obsessed with them and want to be with them always,” and if Eddie mouths at the screen same, Stevie-baby, exactly the same with his heart in his throat, no one could even blame him, and he wouldn’t give a shit if they tried; “someone who supports the fuck out of me, who laughs with me, who lets me be stupid and filled with, like,” and Steve grins so big then and chuckles a little buoyant and it’s clear the interviewer is taken aback, had never seen Steve the way Eddie always sees Steve—

“Just, silly joy at the most random stuff,” and Steve’s gaze goes a little distant, a little starry, and Eddie wonders what he’s thinking about, which stupid thing they’ve giggled over’s filled his head just now and Eddie’s chest hurts for how much he wants to reach out and trace those features, wants to kiss the little space between those brows and feel those impossible lashes brush his skin because he leans so close, because he can be that close.

“Someone who takes me out, cooks me dinner, writes me songs, treats me randomly for no reason like I just deserve it as a matter of course,” because of course that should be the standard with Steve and fuck everyone who came before and failed to understand that; there won’t be anyone to come after, though, not if Eddie has anything to say about it: and he’s never going to forget what it means to treat Steve Harrington exactly how he deserves.

“And they let me do the same,“ and Steve sounds so grateful for the give-and-take of them, the way they meet and match, and Eddie just…he wants Stevie next to him right now, and he really and truly knows that after he kisses Steve senseless and they fuck about how much they love each other?

He’s going to promise this man every movie release and awards show and random event he wants for the rest of their lives, if he’ll let Eddie have the honor.

“Doesn’t turn it into like a competition on either side, either, it’s just us both doing what we want to do most in the moment, any given day,” and Eddie is struck all over again at how little time it took, especially given Eddie’s laundry list of hangups, for them both to sink into an established status quo of…not a millionaire and his management-grunt sidepiece, or some fucked up accidental sugar baby, but two men who just…love. As a rule. And show it.

Eddie…kinda didn’t process just how much that was, is, until it’s spelled out: never a competition. Eddie never feels bought when Steve sends him his now-routine gifts whenever he’s away. Steve never makes Eddie feels silly when Eddie makes a point to bring him breakfast in bed just because; kinda makes him feel the opposite, makes him feel like a fucking superhero or something, because they’re just—

“Cherishing each other,” Steve continues, and that’s…that’s it, that’s exactly it; “celebrating, y’know, what it means to feel this way.”

And Steve pauses, a soft smile less curling his lips than suffusing his whole body, softening his features and making him so much like a sun, a brighter star than the event can stand and Eddie’d called it: the world can’t handle that shine all the time. Steve can’t smile with his mouth and his heart and the full force of his everything, lest lesser mortals fall in the face of the magnificence of it.

But then he starts speaking again, and Eddie…Eddie, for his part, maybe falls in a wholly different way:

“I found somebody I want to see tomorrow with, but all of them. All the tomorrows, y’know? Somebody who wants to make my coffee in the morning, just so we can watch the sunrise,” and Eddie sees it as it happens on the little balcony he has, where he’s actually started using the chairs that were mostly for show before but now, now he sits with Steve, and they drink coffee and wake up slow and it’s…it’s perfection and Eddie aches at how much he’s in love with it, in love with Steve and what they have, what they’re making and building and keeping together and—

“Knows just how I like it,” and Eddie does, he makes sure Steve’s coffee has just the right amount of milk, is the perfect temperature—it’s muscle memory now: the knowledge of Steve held sacred in Eddie’s head as much as in his heart; “lets me hold their hand, play with their,” and Steve’s fingers twirl a little and Eddie knows: lets him play with Eddie’s hair, because fuck if they don’t both love that so fucking hard and maybe Eddie reaches for a curl and it’s nothing like having Steve play with it but it’s…it’s something.

“Never waited to call, because why wait,” he says wryly, and Eddie chokes on something between a cackle and a sob because Eddie had feared so hard that he’d lost this, but in truth?

He’d had no idea what he was losing, what he’d have gone without, even when he knew deep down he was maybe losing everything.

So yeah: he hadn’t fucking wasted any time that second go-around.

“Why play games when you can, when,” and Steve stops himself, shakes his head ruefully before thinking better of giving more than he wants to the people watching; “and now we, we’re like,” and this time when he trials off he just kinda sits with it, stares off camera kinda unfocused for a second, but looking so content.

Eddie loves him so goddamn much.

“Yeah,” Steve shrugs, but not in a way that minimizes any of what he’s said, or any of the feeling behind it; “sorry if it disappoints your viewers,” but Steve doesn’t sound one bit sorry, he sounds sly almost and then:

“But I’m not sorry at all that I found them, this,” and Steve smiles to himself, private-like again when he stumbles upon a reason to underscore the the reality that it’s:

“Us.”

Together. Inseparable. A single entity made of equals given wholly to what it means to love, like this.

Fucking magical, is what it is.

By this point, the interviewer looks a little dewy-eyed herself, and her smile really does read as honest. Like she’s…no one could be as happy as Eddie is, in this. And Steve’s feelings seem…comparable, against all odds but undeniable, though Eddie doesn’t think anyone could be quite as overjoyed by where he’s ended up, and with who.

Like: even if Steve were inexpressibly thrilled about it, and he may well be, the look on his face isn’t vague, but then Eddie…well, he’d just have to be so inconceivably giddy it topples empires; parts seas.

“You’ll head home to them?” the woman asks, and oh.

Oh.

Steve’s smile at that…it reaches his eyes.

“Long as I didn’t piss ‘em off too much, with what I’ve said,” and Eddie absolutely does laugh through the heaving sobs of the sort he’s not sure he’s ever experienced before: like the sheer magnitude of feeling in him just has no option but to crest and burst out of him the only way it can, as he giggles at the absolute absurdity of this man, this man, as if Eddie isn’t tempted to sleep in front of the fucking door for however many days between now and Steve coming home—home—so he can leap into those arms and cling and promise him forever, forever, forever in no uncertain terms, making concrete and certain all that they’ve implied in every possible way to now.

“They value their privacy,” Steve sobers a little, serious with it and Eddie loves him, he loves him and he loves so much more and bigger than privacy, than whatever fear lives and breathes in him: it’s nothing compared to the fact of Steve.

“Our privacy.”

“You were impressively discreet, even by your own standards,” the woman reassures him, as if it’s a question, as if Eddie could ever be pissed at Steve for the fucking declarations he’s given, for the care he’s infused in the delivery, just…Steve.

“Even I don’t think I could track this person down,” the lady tacks on and Steve chuckles at that.

“That’s pretty good, then,” he compliments lightly, like maybe he appreciates her actual journalistic skills in a sea of stolen photos and who-wore-it-best.

“Congratulations, Steven,” the woman leans in and seems to think twice before patting his shoulder or something, but definitely looks like she wants to. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you,” Steve tells her then glances over his shoulder, catches something out of sight and waves before smiling not-quite-apologetically. “Looks like I’m needed elsewhere.”

And then Steve’s off and Eddie…

Eddie starts searching for someone who’s better at technology that he is, and has saved the interview start to finish, so he can watch it again.

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[queenofbaws]

I’d like to offer up one ☝️ prompt for six sentence Saturday… Sam’s reaction to the iconic bathroom couch the first time she ever saw it (with the Washington(s) of your choosing 💛)

She'd been quiet for such a long time that there really wasn't any question what was going on in that precious little head of hers, but Josh wasn't the sort of guy who interrupted someone when they were having themselves a good, long rumination; nah, he was happy enough to stand there, waiting, one of his hands resting on an upholstered arm as he pretended to scope out his own bathroom with a guest's appreciative eyes.

"So, it's...hmm," and that's how it began, her posture shifting so her head tilted to one side and the hip opposite jutted out, her eyes slowly tracing the couch's sight-lines, "...it's...what's it for, exactly?"

"Depends on who you ask." He lifted his other hand (the one not supporting his weight), ticking them off one by one, "According to Pops, you can use it for just about anything - clothes, towels, sitting and doing needlework like a chaste Victorian lady as you wait for the suds to really hit - Mom says it's good for getting black lung, Beth claims it's the primo spot for perverts - and who am I to correct her? - and dear, dear sweet Hannah likes to pretend it's full of a studio audience listening to her being interviewed on the world's first bathtub-based talk show."

Sam let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a laugh before shaking her head, coyly turning her eyes to him as if she already knew the answer to the question she was about to ask; "And, uh, you think...?" she teased, her eyebrows arching high.

"Oh, I like to think of it as the Titanic special," he answered, smirking but not laughing as he patted the couch's arm, really making her guess at whether he was being serious or not, "by which I mean, play your cards right and who knows - maybe I get all nice and cozy on this bad boy, draw you like one of my French girls, see where the rest of the night goes, huh?"

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[colourstreakgryffin]

The Six Pillars; Masterlist #2~

Welcome to the second temple~! This is the era of my Hellaverse passion but really, all of this is my joy and pride! I hope everybody enjoys skimming through this disaster called my Blog!

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Pillar #1: Demon Slayer ~❤️

❤️ Akaza: Of Different Worlds

💜 Obanai Iguro: Back Off

🌈 Douma: Snuggly Orders

❤️ Muzan Kitsubuji: All Mine

🖤 Gyomei Himejima: Toasty Blood

💙 Giyuu Tomioka: Fuzzy Morals

💜 Obanai Iguro: Serpents and Arachnids

❤️💜🧡 Tanjiro, Obanai and Kyojuro: Ribboned-up

💛 Hotaru: Nothing or Everything

💙 Muichiro Tokito: Wire of Fate

💜 Nakime: Hot Red Strings

💙 Giyuu Tomioka: Sky-High Fortitude

💜 Obanai Iguro: Dragon Tamer

💙❤️💙 Muichiro, Tanjiro and Giyuu: Eating Drama

🖤 Gyomei Himejima: Typhoon Shelter

❤️ Tengen Uzui: The Best and the Worst

💜 Obanai Iguro: Sheathed Blade

💚❤️💙💛 Karaku, Sekido, Aizetsu and Urogi: Fishing for Prizes

🩷💜💚 Kanae, Shinobu and Kanao: Near-Death Experience

🩷🧡💜 Mitsuri, Kyojuro and Shinobu: Doll Mattress

💙 Aoi Kanzaki: Horseyback Rides

💜💜💚 Shinobu, Obanai and Sanemi: Victim Issues

💜 Genya Shinazugawa: Unlikely Partnership

💙🩷🖤 Giyuu, Mitsuri and Gyomei: Hook Hashira

💜 Shinobu Kocho: Eyes on the Walls

❤️ Tanjiro Kamado: Wait, Your Majesty

🌈 Douma: Sharing a Heart

💚 Kanao Tsuyuri: Feeling Flop

🧡💜💚 Kyojuro, Obanai and Sanemi: Past and Future

Pillar #2: Jujutsu Kaisen ~💜

🖤 Noritoshi Kamo: Numb Senses

❤️❤️ Choso and Ryomen Sukuna: Tiger Eye

❤️ Choso: One of the Same

❤️ Choso: Styling Perfection

💛 Kento Nanami: Eclipse Heart

❤️ Naoya Zenin: Toxic River

Pillar #3: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure~💚

💙💚💛 Jonathan, Erina and DIO: Clock Delay

Pillar #4: Death Note ~💙

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Pillar #5: Haikyuu ~💛

Osamu and Atsumu Miya: Plus Three

❤️ Kenma Kozume: Level 0; Training

🧡 Shoyo Hinata: Impressing You

🧡💙💚 Atsumu, Osamu and Rintarõ: Clown of Mischief

Pillar #6: Record of Ragnarok ~🩷

💚💙 Adam and Eve: Broken Little Heart

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Pillar #7: Hellaverse ~🖤

💜 Loona: Fuzzy Kisses

💛🖤 Moxxie and Millie: Appling

❤️ Valentino: Silkworm Caterpillar

❤️ Blitzø: All the Same to Me

💙 Vox: Baby Laptop

🩷 Angel Dust: Made of Love

❤️💙 Alastor and Vox: Climbing the Ladder

🖤 Rosie: Fire Lily

🖤 Carmilla Carmine: Love at First Meeting

💙 Vaggie: Bolt Spear

💙 Vox: Cameras and TVs

🖤 Husker: Dolling Up

🖤 Husker: Glass Barfly

🖤 Husker: Daddy’s Little Girl

💛 Emily: Counting Sheep

❤️ Alastor: Three Glowing Candles

💚 Charlotte: Balloon Soul

🖤 Husker: Pootie-Kitty

🖤🩷 Husker and Angel Dust: Growing Up

❤️🩷💛 Alastor, Velvette and Emily: Mirage Mind

❤️ Alastor: Yin and Yang, Light and Dark

🖤❤️💙 Husker, Cherri and Vox: Pink Shoes

💛 Adam: Stem of the Apple

❤️🖤 Alastor and Rosie: Blood Spill

💚💙 Fizzarolli and Asmodeus: Ruby in the Rough

❤️ Alastor: Picking Favourites

❤️ Alastor: A Little Game

❤️ Blitzø: Guns & Volleyballs

🖤 Husker: Precious Kitten

❤️Alastor: Rose Drop

❤️ Alastor: Staying Here

❤️ Alastor: Fresh Meat

❤️ Alastor: Rainbow Irises

❤️ Alastor: Old Habits, Never Die

❤️ Alastor: Diamond Trio

💙 Vox: Vampire Canine

❤️ Alastor: Rabbitfoot

❤️ Alastor: Lies and Deception

❤️ Alastor: Little Mistake

❤️❤️🖤 Alastor, Lucifer and Husk: Wildcard

❤️ Alastor: Smile, My Dear

❤️💙🩷 Alastor, Vox and Velvette: Getting Over It

❤️ Alastor: Crystal Heart

❤️ Alastor: Beauty from Within

❤️ Alastor: Blood Draw

❤️ Alastor: Shopping Trip

❤️ Alastor: All the More Demons

❤️ Alastor: Follow Me

❤️ Alastor: Mischievous Rumours

❤️ Alastor: the Prey and the Predator

❤️ Alastor: Redemption Path

❤️ Alastor: Chaotic I.M.P

❤️ Alastor: Night & Day

❤️ Alastor: Reaching Out

❤️ Alastor: Hell’s Angel

❤️ Alastor: Hopping Little Heart

Here is the third temple of this blog’s lengthy Masterlist~ Masterlist #3

[jade-green-butterfly]

BeeJady Under The Mistletoe!💛🐝💘🦋💚

An adorably festive commission done for me by the awesome @klaudia96art~♥️😉 It's been a long while since I asked for my TFA OC, Jadebutterfly with my most fave bot of all time (especially of the TFA universe) Bumblebee~🥰And I couldn't resist in asking for something truly sweet between them for season, and what better way to have them than under the mistletoe!😚🎀✨ In the words of my dear @kaitlinexe, 'They are PERFECT for each other!' >//w//< And I couldn't agree more, they totally are~!💖😍I am also LOVING this precious piece so, thank-you kindly in a million, Klaudia!🥹💕💝💕🤗 You did a grand job, keep it up!😁👍🏻xoxo.

*~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*

TFA Bumblebee (c) Derrick J. Wyatt💕🙏🏻🪽 & Hasbro TFA Jadebutterfly/Jady (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me~!) BeeJady Commission (c) @klaudia96art~♥️

[moraxsthrone]

Keeeel I have brainrot ;w;

Just... Zhongli taking care of his little mate after fucking you so good/hard/much that you can't really move much, legs weak, body sore. Him massaging your muscles whispering sweet nothings and nuzzling you, carrying you to the bath and pampering you and you whine a little still sensitive 🥺💕

It's extra asdfchbklj bc you're an adventurer who fights monsters in the regular, go exploring and climbing and sure your body gets a little pushed to the limits once in a while but he, heeeee, Zhongli is the only one who manages to tire you out like this. Drooling and sweating and panting in pure blissful pleasure, legs twitching in the aftershocks of a few too many rounds crying out his name. And he's so proud of himself for being able to leave you like this, sweet and pliant in hazy pleasure (and proud of you too for being so good to him!) his inner dragon purrrs happily against your skin leaving soft kisses.

AFKSFCGVJBJNKL /w\ omggggggg

Just Zhongli fucking you stupid and then providing the sweetest most tender aftercare 😩🥴🥰💕💕💕

crys, my dear, thank you for leaving this precious gem in my ask box. 💛🧡🤎🖤 i saw it this morning and could NOT stop thinking about it all day and THE SECOND i logged off from work i made a MAD DASH to my pc and started typing FURIOUSLY. i needed this so bad! 😩😮‍💨

I AM HERE FOR THE ZHONGLI BRAINROT!!

be warned: nsfw. mdni. x f!reader. rough sex. hair pulling. please let me know if i missed anything, i have a meeting in 8 mins and i'm trying to get this out beforehand bc we've waited long enough.

but also: zhongli provides impeccable aftercare, breathe if you agree

wc: 500+

okay so let's get one thing out of the way: zhongli knows How To Fuck™️

the archon has you on your belly, your thighs pressed together as he straddles them and rides you like a lazy horse. his beautiful cock is coated with your creamy need; he loves to spread your asscheeks apart and watch your swollen hole stretch around his girthy cock. the striations of your slick spread the length of his shaft as his hips slap your ass so hard the wet, rhythmic smacks echo off your bedroom walls.

he’s got your hair wrapped around his glowing fist and you can hear the occasional grunt or deep, aggressive growl coming from behind you as he fucks you harder. you’re panting, crying, whimpering his name; from the corner of your watery eyes you see his arm that’s planted on the mattress next you, sinewy muscles flexing and rippling under his dark, gradient skin. he’s already fucked multiple orgasms out of you and now,

it’s his turn.

zhongli leans forward, hunching over you, his rock hard abs, sticky with sweat, pressing against your back. his pelvis is snapping on sheer instinct, faster now, forcing his engorged cock deeper into your womb where, with one final thrust of his hips, his seed floods your cervix in thick, white spurts. his orgasm is so powerful he can hardly contain his dracontine nature as he fills you with his musk, head thrown back as a guttural roar erupts from his throat.

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your lover's postcoital disposition is in stark contrast to his mating style. your naked, sweaty bodies are pressed together, some of his thick seed dribbling out and coating your still-trembling thighs as he holds you close. with your head tucked neatly under his chin, you're soothed by the steady beat of his heart, grounded by the depth and subtlety of his voice against your ear as he quietly praises and reassures you.

"you are safe, my love," he says, lazily tracing his name on your back with warm fingers. "you did wonderfully, darling. you always do. you are the most precious thing to me. you are beautiful, intelligent, strong, and one of very few people who laugh at my jokes." your soft chuckle fills his heart with warm love because he knows you're okay and that you are with him.

when you're ready, you look up at him and he smooths your hair away from your lovely face so he can get a better look at you. his tired eyes are hooded, darker now that they're not glowing as fiercely.

"what can i do, love? can i get you some water, something to eat? would you like me to fetch the duvet off the floor and wrap you up in it?"

you smile and shake your head no, verbalizing just long enough to say, "just...need to stay close to you, zhong. please just hold me and talk to me?"

"of course, my love," he hums, "whatever you need." he lays his head down next to yours and murmurs sweet, loving everythings into your ear as he nuzzles your hair. you can feel the low timbre of his voice in every fiber of your being, comforting you, and you know that you are safe. you know that you are loved.

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[plushie-barnaby-does-things]

Hello, everyone! I met a new friend! They say they're named Spooky, aren't they precious??

K-kyu...

Oh! Spooky dear, why didn't you tell me you look all faded!?

...kyu...

This just won't do! Time for a makeover~!!

Kyu?

Trust me! You'll feel wonderful again in no time at all!

*later*

There! Aw, don't you look fabulous now??

K-kyu! 💛

[readychilledwine]

✨️What Readychilledwine's favorite SJM males would call you✨️

💝Just a little headcanon of what my favorite males would call you as their mate. This is part 2 because tumblr limits how many images you can post 💝

Warning - she's long because of the fanart, but I figured we all deserve some eye candy today

(P.s. fanart is credited unless I could not find the creator, if you happen to know, please comment so I can add it.)

🌙 Crescent City 🌙

Ruhn - Michelle Taiki Art, Hunt - Anna Stone, Tharion - Sncinder

Ruhn

✨️ my mate, hot stuff, momma (regardless of momma status), queen ✨️

Hunt

⚡️angel, little wife, sugar, my other half, baby girl⚡️

Tharion

🌊wifey, hun, baby, sweetheart, Lady Whatever🌊

👑 Throne of Glass 👑

Rowan - Dominque Wesson, Fenrys - Morgana0anagrom, Lorcan- secia fanart (its ai I apologize), Sam- Beth Gilbert art, Gavriel - Morgana0anagrom, Dorian - Mads Schofield

Rowan

🪶 sugar, lovey, baby, dove, little bird, my queen 🪶

Fenrys

🐾pet, lovebug, little doe, baby🐾

Lorcan

🌌 princess, wife, dearest, my lady, little one🌌

Sam

🗡sweetheart, dear, my heart, my lady🗡

Gavriel

💛tigress, mate, precious, princess💛

Dorian

🖤 my light, my queen, darling, goddess🖤

💝💝peep part 1 for the ACOTAR males here💝💝

General taglist :

@hnyclover @glitterypirateduck @slytherinindisguise @mischiefmanager @bloodicka @starsinyourseyes @the-sweet-psycho @mariahoedt @rinalouu @sarawritestories @starryhiraeth @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @cumuluscranium @loneliestluvr

[0rah-s]

Sinbad (Magi) and his divorced wife (modern au please, or if you don't feel comfortable with that, you can do it in the regular world)

Reader divorced him because of how he viewed things and how close he would get with other women, she's kinda gay

And Sinbad is kind of sad because of the fact that the only woman he truly loved wants nothing to do with him.

Even add a gremlin, a kid to the mix if it entertains you!!

Pls 💛

You don't have to if you don't want too!!

Sinbad x ex-wife!reader

Cw: fem reader, written in second person, english isn't my first language, you have an adopted kid, disloyalty from him, idk.

A/n: thank you for requesting and im so sorry for taking so long to do your request, writer's block be hitting harder lately. Hope you enjoy it mwah!!

How many times had he entertained the young women who threw themselves at him in the middle of your dates, right in front of your eyes?

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Never could you say anything about it as its not like he was really cheating on you, he was "just playing" as he loved to say. It drove you insane.

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In addition to his borderline unfaithfulness, there was also his questionable morals and the things he did to get what he wanted. All of it always rubbed you the wrong way but you fought to love him anyway.

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But as we all know, ine can only fight for so long.

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All of it kept adding up and and you found yourself bothe sat at the kitchen table. You slide him a paper - a divorce settlement document.

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He tried to give you excuses and promised he would change but you were set, there's no way you'd lock yourself in a toxic cycle of wrong-doing, excises, and forgivness forever.

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After the divorce,

You went on with your life like nothing happend

Of course it still stung to part from the man you loved oh so much but you had to move on.

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Weeks pass and he isn't the same anymore. He went out to different bars and surrounded himself with ladies, reminding himself that he didn't need you.

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What a conman.

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He desperately needed you. Being a man of his position there wasn't many he could trust, somehow he opened up to you and gave you his heart. He knew how precious your love was to him yet he ruined it - entirely by himself. He'll never experience somehing like this again.

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Guilt hollowing him as he grieves the missing part of him and as he thinks of the sadness he caused you. He'd become a waste.

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Fast forward, you grew as a person and became successful, no longer the women you used to be.

Things kept getting better and better for you as if taking the weed out of your life made place for a rich and flowery garden to bloom effervescently.

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You could finally breath.

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Long after, you adopted a gremlin a kid!

You gave them the ever best life they deserved and enjoy life as a successful mother and child. Life simply couldn't get better.

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Then he saw you.

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Then you saw him.

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He couldn't belive it's, the then live of his life standing right in front of him after years of no contact.

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"H-hi..." He uttered, trying his best to make himself sound more confident - it failed.

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"Hello" you replied coldly.

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A long awkward silence took over when you decide to walk away before he starts to question about your life or worst - enter it again.

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"I should go" you sai as you walk past him but barely a couple step away and he grips your wrist.

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Tho he was strong, his hold on you was gentle, almost pleading.

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"Please wait? Can we talk?" He asks trying his best to think of ways to have you remain by him even for a little longer.

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"What is there to talk about sinbad? We're over"

You say curtly, not wanting to go weak and give in to him in the way is face begged you to.

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He notices the young child beside and questions flooded his mind. 'A child? Was it hers? Ours? Hasd she found someone new? How much of their lives have i missed?' Then guilt came back stronger than ever, not being made easy but the way the kid clutched on your trousers.

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"Mom, who's that?" They ask innocently.

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"An old friend, dear" you smile at your child lovingly.

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An old friend, those words rung in his head like hell bells.

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He let go of your wrist and she walked away.

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You sufferd through him, why shouldn't he? Regardless of how he feels you have more to care about.

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He'll find a way to heal, you wish him that much. But for now the only thoughts in your head is what you're going to do today to make this day unforgettable for your child and yourself.

[cool-thymus]

I love your art<3 and I love how much you love Obito. He's really a good boy.

Oh, dear anon, thank u for this message. Knowing that sb looked at my fanart and decided to send a kind word brings me joy 💛💛💛 please accept this glimpse of my current wip (our precious boy Obito 🥰 I love him to pieces)

[anonymityisfunwriter]

I'm so in love with your stories, especially the Grumpy Sunshine Series got me🤩 so I got a request for it, hope like it.

Could you write a sick Sunshine fic, with Bucky being his grumpy self :D after a mission went not as good as planed, leaving Sunshine being thrown into a nearly frozen lake, they are now back at home. Bucky is pissed making Sunshine responsible for the difficulties they had at the mission, when in fact he's only pissed that got thrown into thr cold lake being hurt. Sunshine is slowly feeling ill, getting worse with the hours. Deathly pale with a raging fever she stumbles out of her bedroom searching for help in her semi conscious state...

She ends up having a severe pneumonia and Bucky and the guys worriedly taking care of her. Bucky regretting is cruel behavior towards to and not noticing you feeling this sick.

I really hope you like it, you wonderful writer

If I had a nickel for every time that Sunshine gets hypothermia in this series, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it is strange that it happened twice. 😂

Listen, I love this. I love this so much. I'm very sorry that this took so long, but I wanted to get it right. I hope you love it and thank you so, so much for the request! 💛

(seriously guys, never stop sending me requests, they're so much fun)

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Part of The Grumpy x Sunshine Series

Bleeding Time

Hours.

Minutes.

Seconds.

Bucky knew how important every one of them was.

Time was a commodity, the most valuable of resources. A luxury not offered to many.

It was so fleeting.

He knew that. He knew it well.

Bleeding time was the most fatal of injuries. Hemorrhaging seconds was lethal. Allowing minutes to slip through your fingers like the sands of time was deadly.

So there he stands, raking through his mind, trying to figure out how long he'd left you to bleed?

As he stands in a hospital room, listening to the doctor talk and overwhelm him with questions, he can't help but wonder how he squandered so much of that precious time.

"Mr. Barnes?"

"Yes," Bucky immediately responds, his eyes snapping back to the doctor. "Yes, I was with her the whole day. I can tell you what happened."

"The more we know, the better we can determine what course of action to take."

"Of course," Bucky agrees, a hollow look on his face as he stands at the foot of your hospital bed. "I remember every minute of it."

He remembers every hour, every minute, every second of it.

And he remembers wasting every single one of them.

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The first minute was probably the most terrifying minute of his life. He'd faced life and death before, but this wasn't his life hanging in the balance.

It was yours.

"I regret everything!" you shout, holding onto the landing bar of the helicopter for dear life. "I regret it all!"

"Tell me you are not on that helicopter!" Bucky demands, hearing the commotion from your unmuted comms.

"Joke's on you, I'm not on the helicopter!" you triumphantly exclaim, dangling from the landing bar hundreds of feet in the air.

Before Bucky can breathe a sigh of relief that you weren't aboard an enemy helicopter, you finish your sentence, "I'm hanging from the helicopter."

"What?" Bucky bellows. "That was not part of the plan! What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking, hey, the files that we needed are on the helicopter. I'm watching it take off," you audibly walk him through your impulsive thought process. "Hey, I should go after it. And now, I'm winging everything else."

From there, all Bucky can hear is a chaotic cacophony of sounds. He assumes it's a general struggle as you try to pull yourself aboard a helicopter full of HYDRA agents who probably wouldn't be the most welcoming to you.

"Sam? Do you have visual?" Bucky curtly asks.

"Every time I try I keep getting coming under heavy fire. Can't get up there long enough to see what's happening," Sam explains, doing his best to weave through the thick forest surrounding the HYDRA base. Every time he soared high, bullets were immediately trying to shoot him down.

"I need someone to take out those guns," Bucky orders whatever available SHIELD agent is closest. "We need to see what's happening!"

"On it, Sergeant," an agent whose name keeps evading Bucky's mind responds.

"She's on the helicopter, Buck!" Sam calls, only able to pop up from the tree line for a short moment before he has to duck back down for cover.

Bucky hears your muffled voice come through the comms again, "If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!"

"I'm trying to get down to the shoreline as quickly as I can," Bucky states, sprinting as quickly as he can from the base.

It was five miles, but even as a super soldier, that meant it would take at least another five minutes before anyone could even try to help you.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" you prattle to the HYDRA agent. "Did not mean to do -"

"Doll?" Bucky shouts when your voice cuts out.

Sam, without much regard for his own safety, pops up from the tree line again, "Oh my God..."

"What?" Bucky frantically demands.

"They're both hanging now. She's holding on and he's got her leg," Sam quickly rattles off. Before whispering in horror, "He's gonna take her down with him."

"Let go," you yell, your words punctuated by desperate thrashing of your legs as you once again dangle from the helicopter. "I don't have the upper body strength for this!"

"Just hang on!" Sam shouts, dodging the bullets that rain down on him. "I'm on my way!"

"I'm trying!" you cry.

Sam immediately sees that you're fighting a losing battle. Your grip is slipping from the landing bar, your fingertips straining to hold both yourself and a tenacious HYDRA agent up.

Bucky didn't really know what it was from: Sam getting clipped in the arm from another flurry of bullets or the fact that Sam had a front row seat to his best friend fall hundreds of feet into a icy lake, but Bucky had never heard such a bloodcurdling scream come from Sam until the moment your grip failed you and you fell.

Minute 1

"What just happened?!" Bucky desperately screams. "Sam, what just happened?!"

"She fell, they both fell into the lake," Sam panics, still soaring through the sky to get to you as quickly as he can.

"Do you see her? Sam, tell me you see her!" Bucky demands.

"No! No! I can't see anything. The water isn't clear enough, there's ice everywhere!" Sam scans over the lake, looking through the general area of where you fell as quickly as you can.

The dark blue, murky waters are unforgiving.

Thin sheets of ice float along the restless waves.

There's no sign of you anywhere.

"Sam!" Bucky screams.

Minute 2

That second minute started much like the first one. His heart raced as ice flowed through his veins. He pushed himself to run even faster, faster than he'd ever ran in his life and it still wasn't enough.

"Sam!"

"I'm trying! I can't see anything!"

Bucky feels like he can't breathe, his heart aches, yet races faster than he's ever felt it.

He couldn't imagine this being the end for you. He wouldn't accept that. He'd search every inch of that lake until you were found if he had to.

This couldn't be it.

He can almost see the shoreline through the forest. He's almost there.

But it's been over a minute. You've gone more than an entire minute without oxygen. That's the average a person could last underwater, he knows.

He pushes himself even harder, his muscles on fire as he forces himself to run faster and faster.

Just as you hit that two minute mark, Sam shouts, "She broke through. I see her!"

Minute 4

There was so much commotion happening over the next two minutes that it all just felt like static in Bucky's ear.

"I've got her," Sam exhaustedly pants, "She's alright. I got her."

Bucky clutches his chest, practically doubling over in relief. He stands on the shoreline, watching as Sam fishes you from an icy lake.

"She's okay," Sam repeats, wincing as you violently cough and sputter out lake water. "I got her."

It didn't take much more than the visual of Sam pulling you out of a frozen lake for Bucky to call this mission an epic failure.

The flash drive containing the names of HYDRA operatives was gone with the man who'd fallen into the lake with you.

The computers were all destroyed.

The base was in ruins with any and all records completely destroyed.

The love of his life had almost died for nothing, a life nearly thrown away in complete vain.

It was a disaster.

It was his disaster.

As mission leader, this was Bucky's mess.

The warm relief that overtook him, steeled itself, burning to a degree far beyond comfort, boiling over into white hot rage.

Minute 14

It took an almost ten minute trek in the icy Siberian forest to get back to the Quinjet.

In that time, Bucky's rage took over.

With each passing minute, he ruminated, allowing his anger to stew just above a raging boil. You always were so careless with your life. So willing to push past your limits, so willing to put yourself in danger.

But this, this was too much. This time you'd gone too far.

How long before your antics became more than even you could handle?

And what was he supposed to do when that day came? How could he ever come to accept a world without you because of you? What would he ever do if he had to live in a world where there was no you? You weren't tempting fate in Bucky's mind, you were taunting it, begging fate to take you away from him.

Bucky doesn't stop to remind himself that you're okay or that he was working himself into a blind rage over hypotheticals and worse case scenarios.

He barked orders at anyone that had the displeasure of getting in his way.

You kept quiet, still soaking wet in your mission gear. You and Sam walked side by side, uncharacteristically quiet as you fled the enemy territory without a single victory.

A part of you felt awful, you knew you were part of the reason things became so chaotic with the way you strayed so far from the plan.

"I cannot fucking believe this!" Bucky fumes in the Quinjet, pacing back and forth as your team, batter, bruised, and some pretty seriously injured, slink up the ramp. "What the hell happened out there?"

Everyone remains quiet, tensed and ready for the ugly lecture you were all going to get for today's disaster.

It was always difficult when a mission went awry, but with Bucky acting as mission leader today, you knew he was going to be even more upset.

You knew this assignment meant a lot to him. This one was high risk, but also high reward.

The names of old HYDRA operatives that were allegedly living amongst the general population.

It meant a lot to him, still, you really didn't expect him to take it out on everyone aboard.

Especially not when everyone was still tending to their wounds, not while everyone was still rattled, battered and bruised.

Apparently, that didn't matter.

Apparently, it didn't change that Bucky was on a warpath.

Minute 16

"Here, let me wrap this for you. It looks pretty bad," you offer to Sam, sitting down on the seat next to him to fix the nasty bullet graze down his arm.

"Maybe you should change first," Sam suggests, shying away from the frosty feeling of your fingertips on his skin, "It was a long walk back, you've got to be freezing."

You were, but as you look around the jet to your other team mates, you decide that you're the least injured of everyone.

At least, the least visibly injured.

After all, what were some wet clothes when your best friend was clipped by a bullet, when your team mates were nursing broken bones, knife wounds, and other awful injuries.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes, I wasn't exactly planning on going for a swim today," you dryly remark, opening the first aid kit.

"You really should go change out of those wet clothes," Sam insists.

"I'm fine, Sam. You're the one dripping blood everywhere," you remind him, a hint of a chuckle threaded in your words, ignoring the involuntary shivers now wracking up and down your arms.

"Don't even get me started on you two," Bucky suddenly lectures you and Sam, startling both of you. You mostly ignore Bucky as you wry to clean Sam's wound. You tried not to take his anger personally, he had every right to be upset. You just never thought he would be so casually cruel about it, "You were both irresponsible, reckless, impulsive. I don't have enough adjectives to describe the shit you two pulled today- "

"Will you ease up?" you shoot back, fed up with the name calling. "We did our best!"

"Your best?" Bucky dismissively scoffs. He angrily fumes, "That was your best? Getting dumped into a freezing lake and needing Sam to rescue you is your best?"

There was often this misconception about you and Bucky. It wasn't entirely unfounded and not entirely untrue.

The misconception was that you didn't fight.

It was somewhat true.

In your personal lives, you two rarely fought. You were both very well suited to each other. You both balanced each other out.

But working with your significant other was hard.

And working with your significant other when you were both working high risk missions and assignments that constantly put your lives on the line, paired with completely different personalities was even harder.

There was an agreement between the two of you that your work and personal lives had to remain separate.

Your work and personal lives were neatly compartmentalized and mostly left at the door.

But, that also meant, that on an occasion or two, you and Bucky would get into a fight or two at work.

Sometimes, you felt like Bucky was too harsh, too abrasive, too unwilling to compromise or make amendments to his stringent plans.

Sometimes, Bucky thought that you were too impulsive, too willing to march to the beat of your own drum.

Unlike some of your team mates, you weren't scared of Bucky. You weren't afraid to stand up to him when you felt like his temper was getting the best of him. Sometimes, it worked and it would snap Bucky out of his mood.

Today, it made things much worse. 

"Oh, no," Sam worriedly sighs.

You abruptly stand up, bitterly chuckling in disbelief, "Are you implying that what happened was my fault?"

"Maybe we should all just -" Sam tries to interject, holding the gauze to his arm.

"Stay out of it!" you both shout at Sam.

With wide eyes, Sam slumps down in his seat, "Alrighty, then."

"I wasn't implying it," Bucky snarks back.

You scoff, "Please tell me you're joking!"

"If the shoe fits," Bucky retorts. "Funny, how you're the only one that didn't stick to the plan."

"Don't say it, don't say it,' Sam whispers to himself.

"Maybe if you hadn't rushed into today, we would have known what was waiting for us!" you accuse. 

"And you said it," Sam quietly groans, pinching the bridge of his nose as he further shrinks down in his seat.

"I'm done with this conversation," Bucky seethes. "You can take it up with Tony and Fury."

"Fine!"

"Fine," Bucky grimaces, storming away from you.

Minute 18

"You're shaking," Sam worriedly comments as you finish bandaging up the gash on his arm.

"With rage."

Sam rolls his eyes as you glare at the back of Bucky's head, "I'm serious. That lake was practically frozen. It's been almost twenty minutes, you're gonna get sick."

"I'm fine, Sam."

"If you're not going to go change, can you at least go sit with Bucky? He's like a human furnace."

You cross your arms over your chest, "I'm not sitting with him after he blamed me for today."

"You're being stubborn," Sam points out. "Please don't make me call him back here."

"Just let me finish this bandage and I'll go find something to change into."

It takes less than a minute for you to finish tying the bandage around Sam's bullet wound.

Minute 20

"You don't look so good," Sam warns when you amble back over to the seat beside him, "I thought you went to go find clothes!"

"I did. I only found this - this thermal blanket," you explain through chattering teeth.

"Those only work if you're still producing body heat!" Sam frantically states. He snatches your hand taking note of the blueish hue forming on the very tips of your fingers and the purplish hue of your lips. "Bucky!"

"Wha-" Bucky's word falters as he watches you huddled up under the thermal blanket. "Jesus, why haven't you changed yet?"

Your breath catches in your throat as you try to speak. The words he's saying go over your head.

You blink up at him, confused.

You keen at the feeling of Bucky's searing hand on your pulse point. You shake your head, trying to focus on why he looks so distressed. You don't like the look on his face. Your eyebrows pull together, upset that you can't pinpoint why he's so upset. 

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Suddenly, it feels like you're back in that lake. With water encasing your ears, you can hardly hear Bucky's frantic pleas to you. As you sink further and further, the light slowly fades away.

His warm hands grip your chin, once again, you sink into his touch, smiling up at him. Your eyelids flutter shut at the comforting feeling surrounding you. He gently shakes your head, tapping at your cheek, "Hey, hey, your heart rate is slowing down, whatever you do, I need you to keep your eyes open, okay?"

Each time you reach out for the surface, it slips just out of your grasp. Bucky's voice pleads with you, but you just keep sinking. Further and further until it's nothing more than a distant echo.

The darkness wraps around you life a warm blanket, it feels so good, so right.

It doesn't matter how much you fight it, it was always a losing battle.

There's no escape as it all goes dark.

Hour 94

The whole time, he refuses to leave your side. His comfort, his well being, it all takes a backseat.

Not because he feels himself drowning in guilt, though that was very much the case, but because fear had not loosened its grip on his heart.

He uses this time sitting beside your motionless body as an opportunity to torment himself. He thinks about all the mistakes he made, all the things he said.

All he can think is that if this was really it, if you didn't make it, his last real words to you would be him shouting at you, blaming you for what happened.

You must've been scared out of your mind. Falling out of a helicopter like that, you must've been terrified. Getting trapped underneath the ice for two minutes. On the trek back to the jet.

And he didn't once ask you if you were okay.

He didn't make sure that you'd changed out of your soaked clothing. He didn't check to make sure you were properly warming up. What kind of partner was that, he asks himself. What kind of boyfriend would let his concern turn into rage and frustration aimed at the person he almost lost?

And now, now, he really was losing you.

You lie there, he holds your hand. It's been that way for almost four days. It felt like his entire world, his entire heart had been torn to shreds.

Your temperature was finally back to normal. When they first brought you in, it was too low. Then, once they'd brought it up, a respiratory infection sent your temperature soaring.

Now, it was back to normal. Bucky could hold your hand and feel your normal warmth. The nurses mostly left him alone, usually tip toeing around him as they checked your vitals over and over again. 

The nurses keep looking at him with a growing pity in their eyes. It's been four days, you've yet to wake up.

Bucky knows what they're thinking. He knows that they see him as the delusional boyfriend convinced that you'll make a miraculous recovery.

He reconciles that there was some truth to that. He did think there was going to be a miraculous recovery.

Those nurses didn't know you. He did. He knew you were a fighter. He internally curses himself for that cliche. He can't bring himself to care. If cliches were all he had, then he would take it.

So he tends to you, all in anticipation for the moment that you wake. Because you will, you will wake up. You'll wake up and he'll beg for forgiveness. He'll beg forever if that's what you want, he just needs you to wake up. 

So he does it all, everything he can and more.

Reads you that book that you've been trying to finish for weeks now.

Fresh flowers by your bedside.

Plays your favorite songs over and over again.

He even made Sam go get your lucky shirt from the Compound. He's never believed that an inanimate object could be lucky, but you did, so he will for you too.

His head rests in your lap, slowly dozing off with your book in his hand, still unfinished.

After days without sleep, he drifts off quickly to a dreamland where you are awake, where you're still holding him, laughing with him. It's a nice reprieve after four days of hell. 

Hour 95

You eyelids flutter, still heavy from exhaustion. Your eyes still closed, you take a breath though your aching lungs beg you not to. You creak open a bleary eye at the incessant beeping from beside you.

The fluorescent lights above you startle you, forcing both eyes open. You immediately look down to Bucky, fast asleep with his light snores filling the room. You smile down at him, resting your head back down on your pillow to avoid waking him. 

Sore muscles and exhaustion still bog you down, but you can't resist gently carding your fingers through Bucky's unruly hair. You quietly chuckle as he keens at the affection, sleepily groaning with a tired smile, "Hmm..."

His eyes whirl open at the sound of your laugh. His head snaps up off your lap and he just stares at you for a moment, not entirely convinced that he isn't still dreaming.

You sleepily sigh, head still back against your pillow, "Are you still mad?"

"Oh my God," he whispers. He surprises you by immediately standing up, sending the backwards. He bends down, carefully avoiding your IV, he kisses your temple, murmuring against your skin, "You're awake. Thank God, you're awake. I'm sorry, so, so, sorry."

You raise your hand, running it over Bucky's stubbly jaw, "Hi."

A laugh of relief bubbles out of his mouth, relishing in the feeling of your warm hand caressing his face, "Hi."

"How long was I out?" you wonder, surprised at Bucky's reaction. 

"Four days."

"Four days?" you squawk.

"You hit the water pretty hard according to the doctor," Bucky begins to explain. "There was some bruising on your ribs and lungs. By the time we got you here, you were severely hypothermic and for the last few days they've been treating you for a respiratory infection."

You humorously snort, "Well, now no one can ever say that I never took one for the team."

"That's not funny," Bucky deadpans, a frown pulling at the corner of his mouth. "You could've died out there. I - You - You almost died out there."

You take his hand, pressing the palm of his hand to your lips, "It's alright. I'm okay."

"No, it's not alright." He fervently shakes his head, anger once again seeps into his words. This time, he's careful to direct that anger at the person that deserves it: himself. He was to blame for this whole mess. "You got hurt, which is bad enough. Even worse, it was all for nothing. You got hurt for nothing."

"It wasn't for nothing," you interject.

Bucky's eyebrows furrow, "What?"

"Do you have the sweater I was wearing?"

"It's right here," Bucky grabs the sweater, all your mission gear in a bag set beside him. "Are you cold? I can get you another blanket, or I can call the nurse - I should call the nurse actually."

You grab his hand, halting him. "I'm fine. Promise."

He hands you your jacket with a puzzled expression, "Then, why-"

You stick your hand in your pocket, fumbling around for a moment, "Here it is."

"What?"

You take your hand out of your pocket, revealing the flash drive to Bucky, "It wasn't for nothing, James."

You truly never ceased to surprise him, Bucky softly gasps, "How did you get that?"

"The HYDRA agent, he dropped it when we hit the water," you sheepishly shrug. "I saw it sinking so I swam down to get it."

Bucky can hardly fathom it.

From what the doctor said, the way you hit the water was enough to do incredible amounts of physical damage. From the amount of time you were down there, they deduced that you'd gotten stuck under a sheet of ice or the hit had rendered you momentarily unconscious. 

Then, there was the icy lake, he knew every second of swimming in that water must've felt like daggers against your skin.

Risking getting caught underneath thick ice, you swam down to save the mission. He can't believe that you actually swam down, “You swam down?”

“I knew how much it meant to you. I saw it and I went for it.”

You extend the thumb drive out to him, “I didn't say anything because I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it didn’t work anymore, but it wasn't for nothing. It was for you.”

He pushes your extended hand away. Instead, pulling you into his crushing embrace, “You mean more to me. So much more.”

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write romantic yandere hcs with Thomas tweek pip and Gregory with a gn! Imp! Reader? Sorry if this request was not specific enough!

Yandere Thomas, Tweek, Pip, and Gregory with an Imp s/o❤️‍🔥💖❤️‍🩹

Warnings: obsessive behavior, punishments, humiliation, murder, bite marks.

Genre: Romantic

Gender: Neutral

💛 Thomas Lacey 🩸

Even though he is a yandere, he's still practically a sweetheart.

But more sweet towards you than anybody else in this scenario.

He often pukes blood whenever he is around you, how can he not resist how adorable you are?

He always gives you sweet kisses whenever you both are cuddling and he whispers sweet stuff into your ears while he strokes your wings. <3

He is sweet, but he's capable of hurting somebody whenever they try hitting on you or stealing you away from him.

He won't hurt you, only if you don't try escaping him. If you don't try to escape, then Thomas is a happy boi •v•

His punishments aren't that cruel since he is still a sweetheart towards you so you don't have to worry.

He may also cook for you if you been a good girl/boy.💛💛💛💛💛

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

You both grew up together and had always been friends ever since.

Tweek soon has started to develop feelings for you. The only difference is that those feelings has become quite obsessive.

Tweek's eyes are always on you and only you so he ends up zoning out quite often.

Everyone was concerned on the way Tweek was acting until they figured out that he was high heels over you.

Tweek always gets jealous and quite angry whenever he sees you talking to someone. It makes him twitch more violently in frustration than it already is.

Tweek then kidnapped you so he could have you all to himself. Nobody is allowed to touch what is his.

If you ever try to escape, punishments will be served. More like bruise marks on your body.

If you try to escape again. Tweek might just tie your hands together with cuffs as a form of humiliation.

He is still sweet though! when you aren't being naughty of course.💛💛💛💛💛

💛 Pip Pirrup 🌠

You'll definitely be covered in bite marks. All over your body.

Pip bites gently though! He would never hurt his precious s/o. Unless he has to....

But don't worry dear, it only happens when you have been naughty. Don't be naughty and Pip won't hurt you! <3

He is so sweet and clingy! He'd be clingy to you very often ♥️ he likes the feeling of his s/o in his arms...

He peppers your face with kisses while biting you in the progress.

His victims....his killings are a bit messy if I do say so.

He definitely didn't bite the face off of his victims or stab them. He definitely didn't do that because they were messing with him and his s/o.

Pip is just protecting his s/o <3

If you make him jealous though....he might give you more bite marks than usual to show you that you belong to him and only him.💛💛💛💛

💛 Gregory Bellarose ♣️

Gregory as a yandere? My! how rare....

Gregory must've taken a liking into you for him to be your yandere.

He is sweet, but also flirty as well. He makes flirty comments in your ear just so he could see your adorable face blush bright red.

Escaping him would be hard, he can just easily grab you and pull you back towards him with his Ink goo hands.

Humiliation is one of Gregory's ways of punishing you. He'd make you wear a collar that has "Gregory's Bitch" carved on it.

He can just hold you in place with the ink hands, allowing him to do whatever he wants with for your punishments.

His killings, well I won't go in exact details. But they aren't really quite pleasant to see dear.

Probably something far worse then what Pip does.

But that's okay! He isn't that cruel to make you watch him murder his victim in a not too horrible fashion way. 💛💛💛💛💛💛

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[humanmostlikely]

Pet names

🖤 Lucifer-

- Sweetheart

- Troublemaker

- Little one

🤎 Mammon-

- Babe/Baby

- Doll/Dollface

- Sweet cheeks

🧡 Levi-

- Henry/Various characters you remind him of

-Player two

- Y/N-chan/kun/kohai (opposite of senpai) (no matter how young he may look, he’ll always be older than you)

💛 Satan-

- Kitten/Bunny/Some cute animal

- Mi amoré/“my love” in different languages

- My partner-in-crime

🩷 Asmo-

- Boo

- Sexy

- Cutie/Cutie pie

🍑 Beel-

- Cupcake

- Honey

- My cheeseburger

💙 Belphie-

- Sunshine

- Starlight

- Dream girl/boy

❤️ Diavolo-

- My one and only

- My treasure

- My everything

💚 Barbatos-

- Various flowers

- Dove

- Precious

🩵 Simeon-

- Lamb

- Dulcinea/Casanova

- Beloved

🤍 Solomon-

- Darling

- Heartthrob

- Soulmate

🫀Mephisto-

- Human

- Princess/Prince/Highness

- My dear

💜 Thirteen-

- Puddin’

- Pumpkin

- Love bug

🩶 Raphael-

- Love

- Beautiful/Handsome

- Something simple but cute like petal/snowflake/jewel, depending on your personality

Feel free to add any of you own 💞

[goldenhickeysandramen]

Look at k-army LOL (Just go through the answers…😭😭😭)

I’ll give you a summary of the replies: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ (hahahaha) 😂

That’s enough to understand the situation.

I talk with one of the respondents to this tweet from time to time and she once told me there are not k-Taekookers.. at least not as the ones on the international part of the fandom.

There could be karmy who love both of them (KTH and JK) and have them as their bias.. but none k-army think they could have “sth” cause they know and understand them (and their type of interactions and relationship) better than us, who are at thousands miles from them in distance, language, customs, traditions, etc.

On the other hand, we don't have to be Koreans to understand what's going on here..

There is so much tension that even the furniture were uncomfortable (and not just the camera 🎥 and the closest dancers LOL).

Is it just me or has jikook lost a bit of practice interacting in front of the cameras?

That's fixable, Hybe listen! PUT jikook in a subunit and fix this uncontrollable chemistry issue asap ...cause you're getting a little duster lately.. putting together in the content only the members promoting at the same time.... (some of us don't suck our fingers)

Gonna write them with my request!

Dear BangPD 💜

PS: I think jikook privately root for e/o with hugs, kits and whispers ..That's why in front of the cameras they look a bit stiff when it comes to using words to support the other ..

Any other interaction of them (when they play, when they tease each other ..) does not provoke this level of weirdness that we saw in the Bomb, because this moment of the Bomb - this such an import moment in Jimin’s life - between couples has its particular language.

You can't ask your partner to encourage and comfort you like a friend would, especially with thousands of people/dancers around, because he/she won’t probably know how to deliver it. And he’ll opt for speaking the bare minimum, state the obvious and be cautious.

Plus jikook is shyyyyy 🥰.. let’s thank their hands are not and always find their way to be together 😭

They are so precious! 💜💛

[sacherali]

Commission done for @n7viper​ of their precious child Mae 💛

This was a challenging one and it took me some reasoning around the process before going straight into coloring. I started detailing it with a greyscale to control values properly, but also because of the emotional weight the scene has. Then I added color after color until it was fully ready. Seriously, I so loved to work on it!! 😭💛 Thanks again for commissioning me dear!

✨ Greyscale under the cut ✨

[samirafee]

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY

to @marauderfan @susihokenek

Dear Susi💐, happiest birthday to you💝.

Sending the very last beauties of our garden hoping you will enjoy💚💛💜💙. Have a great new year of life, good health, a lot of fun, many adventures and journies, more of your precious artwork and all things you wished for yourself.

Many thanks for your friendship, love & care, your support and standby. We appreciate a lot. Big hugs & much love💞🙎🏼🐾🐯Hanna&CATS

@samirafee