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kickingitwithkirk · 1 year

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Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 2161

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, outdated beliefs, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy, subgender inequality

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

Square filled: Non-traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo Maid Au @spnaubingo

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.

A/N III: thank you to everyone for hanging in there since it’s taken me ages to drop a new character, I’ve been doing rewrites/updating on all my series, more to come in future.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway

*images found online

Part IV

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“DON'T YA’ BE YELLING AT ME, MR. MAN, EVEN IF THIS IS YOUR FUCKING HOUSE…”

“I gotta go,” tossing his phone on the bedside table, Jared, wearing his blessed socks, runs across the main room and slides on the hardwood floor into the kitchen and saw his husband standing three feet from Quinn as she’s vigorously gesturing with a paring knife while telling him off in her colorful language.

“Put the knife down!” The older Alpha’s voice resonates through the room, making Jared flinch, feeling the command’s power, watching Quinn set it on the counter and Jensen reach over, sliding it towards him.

She stood a bit longer before blinking in confusion, and then her demeanor shifted to madder than a wet hen, her natural lower voice dropped another octave, and the lilt became very pronounced. “Don’t ya’ ever use that fucking voice on me again!”

“You were threatening me with a knife!” Jensen picks up the item, making her laugh, “Holy fucking shit, are ya’ serious? Ya’ could barely use it for a toothpick, let alone...”

Jared stood there, mouth hanging open, have’n seen others take on his mate, wrongfully assuming he’d be the easier of the two to intimidate, but when let off its leash, Jensen's wolf made Dean Winchester look like a pussy cat.

“JARED!”

The younger Alpha's mouth snapped shut, “sorry, what?”

“I asked you what the surrogate is doing here?”

“The surrogate has a name.”

“What is Quinn doing here?”

“So..uh..okay,” Jared slowly starts around the island doing his sometimes awkward, hesitant thing. “A few days ago, I got a call from this number I didn’t recognize. It was about the ultrasound appointment scheduled while you were in LA.”

He paused to see if Jensen remembered, and yep, his mate was wearing his get to the fucking point expression.

“They informed me she’d canceled it because she was leaving town.”

Jensen's attention returned to the O, ”Don’t fucking start on me again, Ackles!”

“You know who I am?”

“Duh, Sherlock!”

Jensen would later try to justify it was jet lag and surprise finding their surrogate in their home, not her smart-ass mouth, for snarling at her.

“Och, save it for the cameras, drama queen. Ya’ put pants on just like the rest of us; the only difference is yours have designer labels.”

Jared interrupted the speeding downhill faster than an Olympic bobsledder situation, “I remembered her saying something about managing Mulroney’s Bookstore, so I called Clif to see if he’d get her to contact me and calls back saying some Alpha...”

“...who’s a flaming jackass!”

“Yeah, that’s what Clif called him. Anyways, he claimed to be the manager and had no idea where she was when another employee said they knew where she was living...”

“... that’s when ya’ boy shows up..”

“…I explained about the mixup...”

“…Padalecki followed me to my room to get the new date, then he caused a scene...”

“...I couldn’t help my wolf freaking out at where my..our pups were living...”

“…told ya’ it was there or the I-35 underpass!”

Jared bristled at the reminder, “The door had three locks, a barely functional heater, and a broken fridge. Cockroaches wouldn’t even live there!”

Quinn raises onto the balls of her feet and loudly reminds him about putting her in the shitter with the manager and getting fired when Jared shouts back in his booming voice, “there was a guy by the ice machine offering to sell me heroin!!”

“ENOUGH!” Jensen's Alpha voice echoes throughout the kitchen, quieting them both.

“She’s right,” Jared opened his mouth to retort, but Jensen countered with, “And so are you. Quinn, couldn’t your family help,” the Alphas wrinkled their noses at her souring scent, so he attempted another approach.

“I want to clear something up. I recall one of the stipulations for surrogates is that they reside in an appropriate domicile. Why were you living in a motel? Could you tell us what happened?”

“The flaming jackass tipped off the landlord I’m an O, and that fucker evicted me even though I never caused any problem or was late with rent.”

“There is a moratorium on evictions..”

“..that moratorium is a fucking joke!”

“What a minute,” Jensen said, and at the same time, Jared remarked, “It protects people...”

“Newsflash, Mr. Wizard, was created by and for the protection of Alphas and Betas! Take a hot minute to read the fine print, and you’ll find loopholes granting landlords, to quote, discretionary privileges pertaining to the eviction of those designated with the sub-gender Omega. In other words, they can boot O’s for any damn reason!” She gave the Alphas a hard stare, “So, enlighten me as to why y’all didn’t know a fucking thing about that bit?”

The kitchen got quiet as the Alphas glanced at each other, trying to find a non-assholey-sounding response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought; since it’s well known you two prefer Betas.” Quinn addressed the older Alpha.

“Padalecki and I have an arrangement. I keep the house and do meals in exchange for temporary boarding. No need to fret that pretty head of yours, Ackles; I’ll do me damnedest to stay outta the way."

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December 23rd Late Afternoon

Quinn heard Jensen’s surprised greeting covering the stewpot of goulash, slid it into the oven to stay warm, and peeked around the wall and saw him in the foyer hugging a small, older O, then a tall, bald Alpha carrying several bags crossed over to them.

“Let me help you with those, sir,” she offered, taking them couldn’t help but overhear his not-subtle sniff, “Jensen, who’s this?”

“Umm,” Jensen scratched the back of his neck, fumbling for a response, “this is the housekeeper, Quinn.” His mother-in-law peered inquisitively at the tall Omega before asking, “What happened to your boys' service?”

“I worked for it.”

Gerald Padalecki dubiously eyed the O up and down as she continued. “They pared down the staff, and Jared offered to retain me in exchange for lodging...”

“You live with them?” Gerald barked, “Jensen, that’s unwise considering...”

“Considering what Gerry,” his mate sharply asks, “the boys wouldn’t let someone stay they couldn’t trust.”

“I normally wouldn’t question their judgment, but she's an unmated O.”

“Whoa,’ Jensen jumped in, “are you suggesting that Jared or I...”

“Mama..daddy..what’re y’all doing here?” Jared couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice, wrapping his long arms around his mother, “thought you were coming tomorrow.”

“We decided to surprise you but got it instead.” Gerald’s gruff reply made Jared throw his husband a confused look, catching a whiff of his dad and Jensen, “What’s going on?”

“I bet y’all would like to freshen up after your trip.” Quinn blurted out, “Jensen, would you help me with their luggage, please.”

Taking the car keys, he follows her out the door, remarking, “you think fast, coming up with that story.”

“Ya’ were about to lose ya' shit on your father-in-law, and I didn’t precisely fib, just moved a few facts around,” Quinn shoots back, grabbing a bag while Jensen, fuming, retrieves the other, following her to the guest house.

How could the Alpha he considered his father even think, after everything they’d been through, found his dark thoughts distracted by two simultaneous acts; a deflating blow-up bed and his bewildered husband storming in shouting, “What the fuck was that?”

Jensen ticked his head towards the O and made the finger-in-hole gesture.

“I’ve gotten that shit since I presented,” the pair look towards Quinn with confused expressions. “Loads of Alphas still carry antiquated beliefs about unmated O’s, and I’m…pick an adjective to fill in the blank.”

“So much for a peaceful holiday,” Jensen grumbled.

“Yeah, too bad ya’ boy stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, right?” Quinn's tone was caustic. “I don’t want to be a bone of contention with ya' family. I’ll figure somewhere else to stay.”

Jared’s wolf simmers under his skin, “How? You have $636.96 in your account. That won’t cover a security deposit, let alone fir..”

“How the fuck ya’ know what’s in my account?!”

“Your laptop was open...”

“...and ya’ snooped...”

“...I happened to see it...”

“...still not your fucking problem...”

“...you’re carrying my..our pups, that makes it my fucking..”

“...ya’ are the most unfucking...”

“I’m tired of y’alls motherfucking bitching, so shut the fuck up!!”

Jensen wrinkles his nose, “Dude, dial it down; you’re stinking up the joint! And Quinn, Jared screwed up...”

“I never asked...”

“...doesn’t matter! He's trying to make amends, for fuck sake!” Jensen felt the vein in his left temple throbbing again.

“There will be many people dropping in or staying with us this fucking week, and this is how we’re all going to handle our situation.”

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January 15th

“Humph,” Jensen jerked awake, slapping a hand around, and found his phone before cracking an eye open.

7:18 A.M.

Groaning, he dropped face-first into his pillow and wrestled his mates over his head to muffle the noise, but the pearls of his pup's laughter signaled he wouldn’t sleep much longer.

His fuzzy brain's insistence that coffee was more imperative than a shower has Jensen sleepily shuffling around the oversized couches, once again grateful they’d decided to move their bedroom to the main floor, spots the group in the kitchen muttered too damn early.

“That’s a bad word, Daddy,” JJ says, her frown a replica of his, “you owe the swear jar.”

“Your right, Birdie, sorry,” dropping a kiss on top of her and the twins' heads, stepping around them, pouring himself a mug, “remind me to pay it later.”

Hopping up on the counter, Jensen sips his coffee, savoring the black elixir rolling over his taste buds; he feels the caffeine penetrate his system, working its magic to turn his morning grumpyass into a civilized human watching his brood.

JJ and Arrow are busily festooning Quinn’s long, wonky braided hair with ribbons. Zeppelin and Icarus are sitting on the O’s lap, watching something on his iPad that's precariously balanced against her feet; felt his wolf purr in contentment, starting him when his mate materializes and gives him an odd look.

“Alright, y’all,” hopping off the counter, Jensen scoops up his son and flies him around, making airplane sounds, “Uncle Jeff and Aunt H/W/N will be here soon. What do all of you need to do before going?”

“Brush teeth and hair,” Arrow says, then looks at JJ, “grab our snacks from the fridge,” she reminds her, “and put them into our backpacks.”

“And do bath break!” Zep giggles as Jensen hands the pup to his mate and quietly says, “I wanna discuss something with Quinn.”

Jared reaches through their bond and finds a placidity in Jensen he hasn’t had for so long, but before he can deduce the causation, he gets distracted by the twins' squeals and escorts the pups upstairs.

Quinn eyes the older Alpha while securing a hair tie around her long braids, “what the fuck I do this time, Ackles?”

“Jared mentioned something about your leaving..”

“...I know ya' expected me gone before now...”

“...ya’ know what I expect?” Jensen snaps, mimicking her subtle accent, “I expect you to stop interrupting and let me get something out for fucking once! Now, could we please discuss this without fighting?”

Sitting at the dining room table, she says nothing, watching Jensen refill his coffee, grab another mug, and drops in a spoon of honey before pouring the brewed tea from the kettle, “Ya’ know how I take me tea?”

“I’m not a completely unobservant asshole,” Jensen self-deprecates, “you make a damn good cup of coffee,” he said, carrying both mugs over. “And I’m astonished how you balance everything, working at Emmer and Rye while keeping up with our hectic schedules. And what did you do to Jared?” Quinn looked confused, “you got him to put his wet clothes in the laundry instead of leaving them all over the bath. You’re either a witch or a goddamn miracle worker!”

“I gave him two options. Leave’um in the laundry or find itching powder in his clothing.”

“He’d just borrow my stuff...”

“...he did, once.”

“So, you?

“Clif said ya’ boy spent the day denying it was jock itch.”

Jensen was still laughing when the quartet came back downstairs, so Quinn placed both forearms on the table, leaning forward, and spoke softly, “okay, Ackles, the fucks going on with this little tête-à-tête? Cause ya’ been freaked the fuck out the entire time, so,” nodding to her mug, “What’s with the buttering up?”

“It’s about not leaving...”

“Quinns not gonna leave?” Jensen whipped around to find Arrow bouncing excitedly beside him, then she suddenly raced towards the front door, yelling, “Papa Jared, Daddy’s got Quinn to stay with us!”

Jared stood there scrutinizing the seated duo with an indecipherable expression.

“Looks like ya’ the one dropping me in the shitter this time, Ackles.”

tbc

Part V

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @b3autyfuldisast3r @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67 @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2 @akshi8278 @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl @siospins2

GFA: @babypink224221 @waywardjoy @let-me-luve-you @all-4-wincest @ladysparkles78

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a-faggot-with-opinions · 1 year

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As a bisexual man, I think that an aspect to cishet women acting like they don't have privilege over MLM, is the fact that bisexual men actually face extremely high levels of violence from intimate partners, and the overwhelming majority of that comes from cishet women who are acting out of homophobia. When talking about bi men cis women often say either "bi men are still men" or "it's bi men's duty to protect straight women from the horrible abuse of straight men by dating them" while never acknowledging the common issues they face.

I'm not claiming that bi men can't benefit from misogyny either, it's just that this is something that basically only gets discussed in circles with other bisexual people. Some parts of it could be related to misogyny, for example the extreme gender policing to make sure we act exactly like straight men at all times, but more of it is homophobia (thinking your partner is gross for having sex with men in the past) or biphobia (making him delete all his gay male friends from his phone because OBVIOUSLY he's going to cheat).

(Also I'm bi but I've kind of decided I only want to be romantically involved with men but I cannot ever talk about that because people will say that's misogyny, but it's really just: this is the type of relationship I prefer, and I'd like to be happy in my relationships).

Sorry the post about cishet women just made me think this should be a major aspect of discussion about it.

You're totally valid for not wanting to date women! Bi people can do whatever they want just like any other person.

From what I have seen, there are many cishet women that are awful to bi men. I think that a lot of what you're describing is part of a bigger phenomenon of women believing that it is the job of marginalized men to protect them. This is seen often with white women getting angry at men of color for prioritizing themselves over white people, with women both cis and trans expecting trans men to devote their lives to advocating for women, and with cis women expecting MLM to always care about them and defend them.

By making it an expectation for MLM to be the #1 male feminist allies, any gay or mspec man who fails to be that will be used as "evidence" showing that all of us are actually violent misogynists, and this will be used as justification for cis women's homophobia. There's actually a name for this phenomenon: projected inversion. This refers to when a society incorrectly labels a group as being violent or bad in some way in order to justify being violent and bad in some way to that group.

And what do you know it, if you look back in history, projected inversion has been one of the most effective tools homophobes have used to oppress us.

#asks #bisexual #gay #long post

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arcplaysgames · 2 years

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yeah because Mitsuo is not the killer, I know this, you know this, we all know this

if finding a fake killer gets me tuna tho i'm in, i'll frame a man every day, i don't care

WAIT WAIT THE STORYBOOK FROM THE SUN LINK IN P3P GOT PUBLISHED? Man its a dark children's book. Beautiful but nihilistic. You know the kids who read that are going to have a lot of difficult questions their parents do not wanna answer. Good, though.

Summer Festival! Nanako is adorable. AND GET THIS. BRACE YOURSELVES. MAKE SURE YOU ARE SITTING DOWN AND HOLDING ONTO SOMETHING.

DOJIMA ACTUALLY SHOWS UP TO TAKE CARE OF HIS DAUGHTER. I KNOW. I KNOOOOOOW. Shocking. Usually this girl is being raised by six teenagers and the human personification of a mascot character.

A STUNNING turn of events!

Teddie is such a manipulator lmao. First he suggests everyone pair off to enjoy the festival bc That's What You Do At Festivals, then gets the boys deliberating who should go with who, then while everyone is all turned around, he swoops in to take all the girls out around the festival so no one is 'left out.'

lmao. i love Teddie. I'm actually trying to pin down why Yosuke's horny boy bullshit annoys me but Teddie does not. It may be because he's SO flagrant about it, he's SO over the top, you know going in its a Yes, And scenario. Or, you can slap him, lmao.

After, Rise invited me out to a one on one date to the festival. She's very funny and boisterous but I think I'm friendzoning everyone in this playthru. I haven't found anyone I wanna date. And I know there is one more option coming so I don't want to accidentally pen myself in, like with Akihiko and late-comer Aigis. Poor Aigis.....

Not about to let anyone begin to assume he's a good dad, over in the Hierophant SLink, Dojima reveals that his wife died in a hit and run while Nanako was in nursery school. Which explains why Nanako barely remembers her.

Dojima's whole deal is that he's still working that case, still trying to find out who killed his wife. He claims its for Nanako, that someday in the future, she'll appreciate it.

And listen. The trauma of your spouse being murdered is not a joke. That's really heavy stuff. Your life falls apart as a pillar is just suddenly taken out, and surviving the loss of that kind of load-bearing structure is very fucking hard. I got zero judgement there.

However. Nanako doesn't give a shit. Her mother is a distant figure that doesn't affect her life anymore but via her absence. There is zero doubt in my mind that Nanako would remember Dojima more fondly as a man who stepped up to be her fucking father rather than having the closure for, sorry, a woman she has likely already forgotten the face of.

So again: get your shit together, Dojima.

SUMMER BEACH EPISODE. lmao poor kanji on his bike. also, Teddy is in bear mode. WHY is Teddie in bear mode? That seems much harder to travel with.

I'm not even gonna squint at Yosuke. Yosuke, someday, you will look back on your youth and feel so goddamn embarrassed at yourself. You are the very model of a modern repressed bisexual.

LMAO irl cackling. his response is so blaise. "why would i????" hahaha

lmao i missed it but chie and kanji were racing at like mach speed.

Of course because we need shenanigans, Teddie has been pulling at swimsuits to no avail. Well, almost no avail.

Hey, what is with the lightning bruiser boys and their tiny swimsuits, lmao. We are creating such a Specific trope here with them, it's bemusing. The venn diagram is something all right.

(Wait i JUST fucking noticed that Kanji has a fucking scar in the exact same place Akihiko does. What the fuck. That is a WILD coincidence.)

FUCKING YOSUKE AND REVERIE'S AVERTED GAZES LMAO. gdi teddie.

the voice acting here is a fucking treat, i cannot tell you enough.

everyone's doing amazing, sweetie

compared to the spring camping trip, this is a ten out of ten

#is kanji just akihiko but ADHD and gayer???? who could say #persona liveblog #p4

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jenyifer · 11 months

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Red Flag Boys into the Soup

So I fucked up my sleep schedule again. And as usual my go to go back to sleep comfort show is Theory of Love. Gun cries I cry we have a good time. But because BostonNick lay heavy on my soul at the moment I can’t help but Compare Boston and Khai. Both playboys who are blind to the one who loves them the most and they hurt that person over and over again. So Boston and Khai maybe… have some fun in the soup pot (jk Boston would destroy Khai tbh)

Khai is much better off than Boston in a lot of aspects. Mainly he does keep his friend group. Even when Two and Bone are really on Thirds side they don’t completely abandon their shithead friend. Boston loses EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. Khai does “lose” Third but it’s only in visuals only Third continues to love Khai even when he’s pushing back in Khai’s eyes in the second half of the series. Third doesn’t actively seek anyone else he just throws himself into his art trying to mask his pain in accepting that Khai will never want to be with him.

Boston and Khai both don’t realize their feelings for their partners until the end stretch. But while Khai always had feelings for Third even if he couldn’t identify what they were. Khai feels empty wrong without Third and he loves spoiling third by doing his YouTube show or feeding him snacks. Khai just doesn’t know his feelings because he is a bisexual mess who doesn’t realize it yet. Boston had to learn grow feelings for Nick. BostonNick we get to see the progression of Boston wanting to push things a step further each time.

Boston does win over Khai in the punishing their partner department. Now I need to make things clear here we are talking about series Khai and Boston not the book version because book Khai really doesn’t torture Third constantly. Boston is aware of Nick’s feelings for him. He doesn’t try to discourage them. He probably would have been happily delusionally moving their relationship into more and more boyfriends status if the audio hadn’t come out. Boston didn’t want to hurt Nick. Nick stabbed him in the back first. Boston never claimed to be in a closed relationship with Nick so Boston sleeping with Top wasn’t a purposeful attack on Nick. Khai on the other hand does purposefully hurt Third multiple times. The one that hurts me the most was Khai bringing a girl home while he and Third are roomies and leaving the door to his room open. He knew thirds feelings at this point so it’s just cruel. Boston does verbally fight back against Nick at the Halloween party it’s very pointed and deliberate. Boston wanted to end things cleanly with Nick despite his lingering feelings we see he has when he’s looking at their photo at the bar. Boston could have been a lot worse. He wasn’t.

Boston also wins in the reconciliation category. Boston seeks Nick out after nick makes his final goodbyes. I love how Boston apologized to Nick in the phone isle. It was very beautiful and careful. He didn’t say “I need you” or “I’m sorry” he showed Nick he cared and wanted the door open for them. He acknowledged his flaws and left things in Nicks court. Khai doesn’t do this he basically bull runs his way back into Thirds life making it impossible for third to do anything. After Khai’s accident he does try to be a better friend until they get together at the end. But he doesn’t trust Third to still love him.

Idk I just thought it was interesting to compare my red flag babies. I think I’d take Boston over Khai. Khai is much more sneaky and insidious in the way he manipulates Third. Boston is Honest. Boston knows he isn’t the best for Nick but he’s trying to be there for him. Trying his best to learn how to love someone.

#only friends the series #ofts #only friends Boston #ofts Boston #bostonnick #theory of love the series #khaithird #khai x third #seems like people normally tag OffGun here but I’m talking about the series…#Jenny’s rambling

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topconfessions · 1 year

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I'm a bisexual person, and I must say that I'm highly sure that top is either gay, or bisexual with an at least 80% lean towards men. In bigbang people tend to say this more about GD because of his androginous style, but in my opinion top has shown way more signs of being attracted to men. Considering he said before he doesn't like physical contact with people he's not close to, he shows an affection and intimacy towards men not in a "I'm a man and I feel more comfortable with other men" way, but in a "I'm interested in you and I think you're handsome" way. And I think these signs aren't exactly unintentional. He might be a private person, but I'm sure he would be open about his sexuality if South Korea wasn't so conservative. There's a interview where the guy asks him what kind of person he's attracted to, and his reply is about both men and women, with men coming first. I don't know the full interview or context, but I find it odd that he not only talked about BOTH men and women in a question about attraction, but he also didn't specify anything, like "I like this type of men in a friendship/business partnership/etc" knowing people might have other interpretations. Also, unless he has a strong need to affirm his masculinity (which I don't see it), I can't picture straigh men having a flower vase in form of a... I think you know it, lol.

Anyway, sorry for the long text. I just wanted to share this with someone and you seem to have similar thoughts.

I've been saying this forever. I too believe he is primarly into men like 80% leans to men. women he dates when men aren't working out or just for the sake of it unless he meets one that really attracts him. He doesnt like women at all to me deep down. I dont think he would be open about his sexuality if korea was like america unless his bf or older bf was very open and pushed for him to be open too. I think somewhere in his psyche he is very in deep with the push and pull of fans vs him. I always say there is a reason taeyang and many other idols were openly dating while he acts like his whole life would end if he ever even claimed anyone. Yep. These idols at least back then used to sprinkle in a LOT of honesty about who they really are with questions like that. He told us blatantly from that interview you're speaking of what he likes and he knew the interviewer meant romance not general speaking with people. I Know someone will come in here with a counter confession saying that isnt true but he has proven too many times over he's legitmately into men and really only men, just women as a causality which whatever makes him happy is okay. TOP knew what the interviewer was asking and thats him letting his real orientation slip through. all his answers and behavior towards women is just too complicated. You'd think he had trauma from a woman with the way he used to answer.

I remember an anon long ago agreeing with me on the fact we both suspected all the men he'd post up with on IG, nearly all (ALLEGEDLY) were men he has been involved with or hooked up with. I didnt know he had a penis flower vase. he's definitely gay then and This is just on him in general.

T.O.P the image and idol was very masculine at times and I think he hated it deep down, aside from the variety apperances where he got to be goofy and act like a child, where he is now as a person is where he truly wants to be in my perspective and opinion. I just notice he's not the suit and Tie polished guy anymore so that was an image.

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sweetyyhippyy · 2 years

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Battle of the Bands. Eddie Munson x fem! Reader. *SMUT*

(My header!)

Summary: Corroded Coffin and their rival band, The Devil’s Angels perform at a Battle of the Bands night. Eddie and the lead singer of the other band have an ongoing deal that they are going to keep true with tonight.

TW: I really just created pure fucking filth. I am so sorry.

Mentions of alcohol and weed. I kinda made Gareth annoying and whiny... also kinda misogynistic- he says slutty (I’m sorry). Reader and Eddie teasing each other (physically and sexually). Reader getting jealous. Eddie ogling over reader. Mention of pubic hair (both Eddie and reader). Spanking. Ass play... so much ass play (fingering, eating, licking). Mention of porn. A little bit of spitting. Unprotected sex. Claiming (?). Mentions of groupies. Eddie getting jealous of reader fucking other guys. Mention of bisexual reader (having sex with girls). Eddie calling reader a whore (not in a mean way). Reader calling Eddie “daddy” (we all saw that coming from me). Love. Creampie (we also saw this coming from me). Face sitting. Fem receiving oral. Eddie sucking (and eating) his cum. Some fluff at the end because I couldn’t help myself.

Word count: 6.6k (get a snack and a drink)

A.N.: Shot out to @boldlyvoid for telling me to write this when I was screaming about this in our messages. Also for reading it halfway through. Love you!

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“Spray me with your hairspray one more time, Layla.” Jamie spits at her bandmate, glaring at her through the small mirror that the four girls all had to share.

“It’s not my fault you’re up my ass! You know I need a lot of hairspray to make sure my curls stay!” Layla bites back, but it coming off more as a whine.

“Well if you didn’t let your sister perm your hair in her garage, you wouldn’t have to use a whole can of Aqua Net.”

“Can both of you, please, shut the fuck up? We only have 15 more minutes and I still need to put my eyelashes on, so I’m going to need both of you to move.” She chirps at both of the girls, everyone’s nerves were fried between practicing to death all week, their regular day jobs, just everything. They never got on each other like this, but they all were so desperate to win, mostly for the money so they could hopefully get some new band equipment.

“Listen, I’m going to need all of us to get laid after this because every single one of you are annoying me.” Bailey grumbles from the floor, sitting criss-cross while looking at the tiny compact mirror while she swipes black eyeshadow across her eyelid.

“I’m going to need us to win this money so I don’t have to see you guys for a few days, need a break from you guys.” Jamie says under her breath.

“Woah, woah, woah! Such hostility in the room, ladies!” A familiar voice booms from the doorway, making all of them turn their heads.

They all collectively groan, rolling their eyes at the man.

“Don’t tell me that your cute little choir group is performing tonight?” She teases from the other side of the room, smirking at him. “Going to sing some Christmas carols?”

She and Eddie had a bit of a… history, sexually.

Even though Corroded Coffin and The Devil’s Angels were technically “rivals”, her group beating them multiple times in different band competitions around town, there was no doubt that there was some sexual chemistry between them even before the first time they had sex. Almost every band competition they’ve been in, their bet was the same: which ever one of their bands won (or placed higher than the other if one of them didn’t win) the winner got to take charge while they had sex.

She doesn’t exactly remember how the tradition started, but she knows that there was a lot of alcohol and weed involved when they made up the bet.

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie laughs, leaning his shoulder up against the doorframe. “You’re going to wear that outfit and claim to not have not known we were playing?” He smirks.

“Get out, Munson.” Bailey throws one of her makeup brushes at him. “We have to start rehearsing so we can beat your poor excuse of a band’s ass… again.”

“Third time’s a charm… sweetheart.” She teases back at him, making her, what Eddie called “flirty eyes” at him.

Eddie chuckles, pushing himself off the doorframe. “See you ladies out there.” He raises his eyebrows, giving her a lingering stare as he walks away.

Jamie laughs loudly, waiting for Eddie to clear. “He wants you so bad it’s almost not horribly desperate.”

None of the other girls knew about her and Eddie’s “sexcapades”, mostly because they would crucify her for sleeping with him.

She giggles, moving toward the mirror to put her eyelashes on.

“Can you really blame him? Nobody else can fill out that tight ass skirt like that.” Bailey throws the compliment at her friend, always the one that hyped her up.

“You know he goes home and jerks it to the thought of you being on your knees for him when you’re on stage singing on your knees.” Layla jokes, laughing with Jamie.

She shakes her head, her cheeks burning red at her friends literally hooting at her. “You are all so annoying. Hurry up and finish getting ready.”

***

“No!” Gareth complains, folding his arms over his chest. “Every fucking time we’re up against fucking… Whore’s Angels, we lose! Over there wearing see through shit, showing their asses and tits on stage. That’s the only reason they win!”

Eddie rolls his eyes, stamping his cigarette out on the floor. “You realize you’re complaining about seeing multiple pair of nice asses and tits, right? Give them a break, they aren’t all that horrible.” Eddie shrugs his shoulders.

“You’re just saying that because you have a hard on for that one girl, the singer. You practically eye fuck her when she’s practicing her whale calls on stage.” Gareth laughs, elbowing Jeff to get him to laugh.

“Both of you are dumbasses. Let’s go, stupid idiots.” Eddie rolls his eyes, the rest of the band following after while they go backstage, watching the band that was performing.

“Aww, aren’t you guys so cute?” Bailey teases as the girls walk up behind them. “You guys look so cute in your tough boy clothes!” She says in a baby voice, pouting her lip out.

“At least we’re actually wearing clothes. You guys are wearing a fucking doily on your body.” Gareth bites back.

“You’re just jealous that we’ve beaten your guys ass everytime we play against each other. It’s kinda sweet how mad you guys get when we win.” Layla fires back at Gareth, their own sexual tension in the air.

Eddie makes eye contact with her, motioning her with his head to come over to him.

She sneaks behind everyone while they argue back and forth with each other, smirking at Eddie once they slip off to the side.

Eddie smiles back, caging her between the wall and his torso. “You are a fucking knock out, sweetheart.” He says in her ear, his breath tickling her neck.

“What do you want, Munson?”

“Our usual deal? Make the night a little more interesting.”

“You mean our friends being at each other’s throats isn’t interesting enough for you?” She teases, playing with the zipper on his leather jacket.

Eddie chuckles, quickly looking to see if anyone was coming before going in for a kiss.

“Ah,” She stops him, putting her finger in his face. “You’re going to get lipstick on you.”

Eddie smirks widely at her, an idea popping up in his head. “So, I’m going to go on stage shirtless. How about you give me a little kiss right around here? Leave those sexy little lips on me as a reminder.” Eddie takes his jacket off followed by his shirt, leaving him with only his ripped jeans.

She feels her face get hot looking at his naked torso, the random tattoos on his fair skin. Her eyes rake down to the patch of hair on his lower stomach. She smirks at him before dropping down to her knees, pressing her red lips next to his happy trail. “Right there?”

“I mean, you can kiss a little lower than that, but it might smudge your pretty lipstick.” He says, putting his hand below her chin to have her look up at him. “Fuck, you are so god damn beautiful.”

She smiles before licking a slow, long stripe up his stomach, her eyes fixed on him while she licks his torso. “Yeah we’ll save that for later.” She gives him another kiss, this time pressing her lips against the front of his jeans right where his bulge is.

Eddie chokes on his saliva feeling her lips press against his aching hard on. “Jesus, you are something else. Have half a mind to say fuck the contest, lets get out of here, but…”

She laughs, standing up. “All of them would kill us.”

Eddie kisses her cheek, pushing himself away from her and letting her start to walk back to her bandmates. As she walks away, more blood rushes in between his legs, his cock throbbing in his jeans.

She had to have known he was suffering from major blue balls, because she flashed him her flirty eyes before turning the corner, only making him throb again.

Eddie looks down at the perfect lipstick stain on his lower stomach, and down at the semi-faded one she had left on his crotch, that one making him leak out a little precum already.

***

Corroded Coffin performed first, doing their own cover of Animal by W.A.S.P.

The whole crowd went crazy when Eddie jumped off stage and started to sing to a bunch of different girls in the audience. One of the girls he had sung to had her hands all over Eddie’s naked torso, even kissing his neck while he was singing to her.

She shouldn’t have admitted to herself that it bugged her…but it did. No they weren’t a couple, but… she really didn’t have a good reason to justify why she was so jealous.

As the band was heading backstage after their turn was over, all of the other guys boasted to the girls, talking about how kick ass their performance was, and how loud they got the crowd. The rest of them all arguing back and forth while Eddie looked at her from a distance and could tell in her face that the girl kissing him had bugged her, under any other circumstance, Eddie would poke and tease her, but for some reason he just knew that he needed to leave her alone.

The girls took the stage, taking the time while the host introduced them to warm up their instruments.

Eddie lurked around off stage, watching the girls get set up, but couldn’t help but watch her nervously tapping her fingertips against the fishnets on her thighs and bob her head back and forth.

She was so goddamn cute dressed in all black; a black corset type top with a ton of lace- it had to be a lingerie top, only enhancing just how delicious her tits looked, a little black skirt with chains around her hips dangling down her thighs.

The beginning of the song “Pour Some Sugar On Me” started to play, her voice quivering at first, her nerves getting the best of her when it was only her singing the intro before the other girls started to play their instruments.

Eddie couldn’t help but watch her roll her hips while she gripped the mic stand, her cute raspy voice echoing through the bar.

The men that were in the crowd started to hoot and holler as she ran her hand down her body, throwing her head back dramatically while pushing her chest out.

“See! This is the shit I mean!” Gareth complains from behind Eddie. “She’s parading herself around the stage, flaunting her tits. It’s about the music, not being slutty.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “You know you keep saying the same damn thing? Shut up, man.”

Eddie had to admit that the way the girls sang with each other was actually pretty good, and the drummer, Bailey, was kind of a badass. He could see how they had beat them in multiple competitions.

As their set ended, she was on her knees belting out as much as she could.

She smiled with such relief once the stage went black, all the girls looking at one another with wide grins.

She hops up, heading backstage, all of them having a well deserved, shit eating grin on their faces when they pass by Eddie and the rest of the guys.

“And that’s just how it’s done boys.” Layla gloats.

“Yeah, we’ll see who actually wins, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Eddie bites back.

***

“We will bring out the two highest scoring bands of the night, as voted by the judges. We will turn it to you all in the audience to pick the winner of $500 cash. Let’s bring out Corroded Coffin and The Devil’s Angels.”

The two bands head on stage, having been in similar situations before. They stand on both sides of the host, looking out to the crowd with smiles on their faces.

“Alright, let us hear you if The Devil’s Angels got you hot tonight!”

The crowd erupts in loud cheers, hoots, and claps, the girls hyping the crowd up by cheering along with them.

“Alright! Now let’s hear it for Corroded Coffin!”

The cheers are audibly more loud than the girls right away which makes the boys jump on top of each other, celebrating their victory.

Even though they weren’t happy, the girls hugging the boys in congratulations for their victory.

Eddie smirks as he brings in his favorite girl, leaning into her ear. “Meet me at my place, 12:30. I want my prize.”

***

She pulls up to Eddie’s trailer, waiting for him to pull up. Her fingertips dance along the steering wheel to the beat of the song, humming along to the song on the radio.

It was always her that was the dominant one during sex with their arrangement. And while she did enjoy Eddie being a whimpering, whiny mess while she teased him for hours on end. It was good to be a fun little change.

She jumps hearing a rapid, loud pound come from the back driver side window. She turns her head to see Eddie with a huge grin on his face. “You are so fucking annoying, Munson.” She grumbles, turning her car off and stepping out.

Immediately Eddie wraps his arm around her back, pulling her in for a hungry kiss.

Both of her hands rest on both sides of his shoulders, making him lean into the kiss.

Eddie smiles into the kiss, laughing against her lips.

“What’s so funny?” She laughs back.

“Just thought about how jealous you were earlier. I know you seeing me kiss that random girl pissed you off. That’s why you didn’t look at me during your set.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Munson. I wasn’t jealous. I was… disgusted.”

Eddie chuckles loudly. “You were disgusted? And why is that?” A smug look on his face while he waits for an answer.

She can feel her cheeks get hot from him being 1000% right she was jealous. “Can we just go inside?” She laughs nervously.

“Alright, alright. I’ll drop it. Let’s go.” Eddie ushers her to his trailer, opening the door to let her inside. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom. You know where it is.”

She makes her way through the narrow hall of the trailer to Eddie’s room, turning the light on as soon as she gets in. She kicks her shoes off, knocking them off to the side of the room.

In the distance she could hear rusting from the kitchen while she shed her jacket off, tossing it off to a corner of the room.

Her whole body was practically vibrating in anticipation of what’s to come. She had to admit that she was wet from leaving her lip print on his skin from earlier. It was a very simple act, but it really got her going.

“So, what did you tell your friends about where you were going tonight?” Eddie comes back with 2 glasses of water and a snack for after, something that he always did.

“Told them I was interested in some random bar fly I had my eye on.” She smirks, sauntering over to Eddie.

Eddie puts the stuff down on his messy dresser, groping her ass in his hands. “Bar fly? Makes me think of an old ass biker who's in denial he is balding.”

She laughs at the image Eddie put in her head, shaking her head. “Get on the bed.”

“Hey, I’m the one in charge here tonight. I know you’re used to calling the shots here, but not tonight. You get to sit back and relax this time, sweetheart.” Eddie spins her around, pushing her softly onto the bed.

Immediately he pushes her skirt up her thighs, snapping the band of the fishnets against the fat of her thigh.

“Been dying for months to touch you again. I’ve missed how fucking soft you are.” He rasps, licking his lips.

“You know where I live. You can come over whenever you want. ‘M not one to turn you down.”

Somehow Eddie’s already dark eyes get darker just by staring at her below him.

“Yeah but getting to have you in my bed on nights like this is a goddamn treat.” He almost growls, hooking his fingers around her panties, pulling them down her thighs. “You wear these cute lacy ones for me?” He asks, spinning the skimpy fabric around his finger.

“Maybe. You like them?”

“I do. Think I’m going to hold onto these.” Eddie puts the fabric in his back pocket, laughing to himself.

“Eddie!” She laughs back, shoving his shoulder. “I’ve lost 3 pairs of perfectly good panties to you!”

“Maybe you should start wearing uglier underwear.” He jokes, dropping some of his body weight on top of her to kiss her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Eddie can feel the piercing on her tongue while he plays with her tongue, making him moan slightly; thinking about how it had felt on his body the other times they had sex. His slender fingers start to roam her lower body, feeling the slight fuzz against his fingers right above her clit.

She whimpers, feeling him so close to her clit, rolling her hips forward for more. Her fingers tangle in his hair, lightly pulling at his dark waves.

Eddie moans against her lips, slapping her inner thigh quickly before pulling away. “Remember who is in charge, sweetheart.”

“Then take charge and touch me.” She almost growls through her teeth. Both of them staring at each other, sizing each other up.

Eddie smiles at her, flipping her onto her belly in one fast movement. He practically drools seeing how perfect her ass is, just begging to be touched, smacked, bitten, worshipped.

She gasps, barely having a chance to comprehend what was going on.

“Hands and knees for me. I’m going to give you what you want.”

She follows his request, looking back behind her shoulder to see exactly what he was doing.

Eddie leans forward, pressing kisses to the fat of her ass, his hand rubbing the other cheek. He winds his hand back and smacks the flesh, making it jiggle.

She whimpers softly, a smile spreading across her face. “I know you can spank harder than that, baby.”

Eddie sits back on his knees, both of his hands rubbing her before he smacks both cheeks, leaving her a stinging ache. “You want me to do it as hard as I can, I’m going to leave you with bruises.”

“Say it like it’s a bad thing.” She responds, wiggling her ass in his face.

“I’m going to need you to stay still for this, okay?”

She nods her head, still looking back at him.

Eddie leans forward again, continually pressing kisses to her ass, his teeth raking over the skin before nipping at her skin.

“Ow, fuck.” She giggles.

Eddie chuckles against her skin, both of his hands parting her cheeks apart before licking the tight untouched hole.

“Eddie!” She gasps loudly, her legs shaking. She was pretty well experienced, but she never had anyone touch, let alone lick her there.

He moans against her, the tip of his tongue teasing her. “You’re so fucking pretty.” Eddie mutters, spreading her cheeks further apart before diving in, tongue fucking her.

“Oh my god!” She chokes on her breath, reaching her hand back for his head, pressing him in closer. “Why does that feel so fucking good?”

He spits into her hole, circling his thumb around her. “You liked that, huh?” Eddie chuckles. “I knew you would. Think I can fit a finger in that tight little hole?”

She nods her head quickly, moving her hair out of her face. “Please?“ She whispers out a beg.

Eddie goes back to lapping at her ass, trying to prep her for his finger.

She starts to move her hips back and forth, fucking his face slowly. “Fuck, Eddie. Don’t stop doing that!”

His noises behind her were obscene, the slurping and moans from enjoying himself. Eddie was painfully hard, his fantasy that has been ingrained in his mind for the past few months. He had seen it in a porn movie Gareth had given to him because “it was too grimy” for his taste.

Her head was buried in the pillow, fist gripping the sheets below her. “M-more?”

Eddie pulls himself away, looking at how wet all of her was. “Tell me if it hurts. I’m going to go slow.” Eddie gathers some of his spit with his thumb, softly pressing against the puckered hole.

Her whole body jerks forward, tightening at the feeling. “Eddie, fuck.” She whines. “Keep going.” Her fingers graze her clit, needing to relieve the ache between her legs.

“That’s a girl. Play with yourself while I fill this cute little hole up right here.”

She moans in response, slipping her fingers into her other hole. She could feel his finger stretch her out, a slight uncomfortable feeling, but nothing she couldn’t breathe through.

“You like how it feels, princess? Both those pretty holes getting filled up?”

“Yes! Yes it feels so good!”

“I’m going to give you a little more, that okay?”

She nods her head, more of her wetness coating her fingers.

Eddie let’s another bead of spit slip down her hole, acting as lube. He gets as far as his first knuckle before stopping.

“Oh fuck!” She cries out, using her other hand to reach behind her to grip his wrist. “That feels so good, Eddie! Move it a little bit?”

Eddie swore he was going to blow his whole load right then and there, hearing her beg while bent over. Slowly, he tries to finger her ass, the hole milking his finger. “So tight. I didn’t think anything could be as tight as that pussy.”

“I wanna cum, Eddie! Please?!”

Eddie takes his other hand, moving her hand out of the way before gathering more of her wetness on his fingers, and slipping into her neglected pussy. “Wanna feel you cum, princess. Let me feel it.”

She struggles to stay up, her legs shaking as her orgasm builds up.

Eddie’s fingers hit the perfect spot, drawing out the most pornographic moan from her.

“Fuck, right there! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She bites on the pillow under her, letting out all of her screams into it.

Her orgasm washes over her, her legs buckling from under her. She lifts her head up, whining while Eddie continues to rub her through her orgasm. She could feel herself clenching around him, feeling a slight wet patch on the sheet below her. “Holy fuck, I need you to fuck the shit out of me.” Her voice quakes.

Very slowly he takes his thumb out, massaging both sides of her ass. “You don’t know how fucking hot that was, holy shit.” Eddie says out of breath, wiping his lips with his hand.

She turns herself around, shedding her top off quickly. “Help with my skirt?” She asks, lifting her hips up to slide the tight skirt off, Eddie helping her the rest of the way until he threw it over his shoulder.

“Mmm, how did I know you weren’t wearing a bra under that?” Eddie starts to shed his own clothes off, struggling to get his pants off on the bed. “Son of a bitch.” He grumbles, stepping off the bed to step out of them.

She can’t help but giggle, running her hands down her body. “Who knew losing to your lame ass band would be so much fun?” She teases.

“Lame, huh?” Eddie scoffs, settling his body between her legs, touching her soft skin. “So lame that we beat you guys. And so lame that you’re about to fuck the lead singer.”

“You make it sound like I’m some groupie. It like to think I’m a better fuck than some random groupie.” She responds, touching down his torso to the smeared lipstick stain from earlier.

“Way better. Best fuck I’ve had if I’m being honest wirh you.” Eddie says, grabbing one side of her face to kiss her lips deeply.

She melts against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, pushing his lower half into her. She gasps feeling the heavy weight of his cock resting against her thigh. “Fuck, I want it.” She whispers, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Eddie grips the base of his cock, rubbing the tip along her slit. “So warm.” Eddie rasps, kissing her neck.

She reaches down for his cock, guiding him inside her slowly. “Fuck, you’re stretching me out.”

Eddie very slowly and carefully, continues to slide in until his while cock is buried deep inside her. He didn’t dare move yet, in fear he was going to cum already.

“Eddie, fuck me, please? I’m begging you at this point.”

“Gotta give me a second, sweetheart. You’re so tight, gonna make me cum already.” He brings his head down to kiss her neck, teasing her with his teeth against her sensitive skin. “Wanna make you mine.” He whispers in her ear, slowly snapping his hips up into her, both of them moaning loudly once Eddie starts to move.

She throws her arm around his neck, wanting him as close to her as humanly possible. “You gonna claim me?”

Eddie groans into her neck. “Yes, want you to be mine, princess.”

“How do you know I’m not already yours? You’re fucking me raw, aren’t you? I don’t do that with my groupies.” She jokes.

Eddie practically growls in her ear, picking his head up and grasping her hips harshly. “You telling me you’re fucking other guys?”

It brought her some sort of sick joy that he was jealous to hear that someone else was fucking her other than him. She had gotten the reaction she wanted, and she was wearing it on her face proudly.

“Who said anything about fucking guys?” She raised her eyebrows at him, bringing her lower lip between her teeth.

Eddie knew that it really shouldn’t have made a difference if it was a guy or a girl fucking her, but now he couldn’t shake the thought of her fucking another girl… another girl fucking her… out of his mind.

The way his mind worked, only the dirtiest image popped in his brain. It only egged him on to show her that he should be the only one inside her.

“Are you kind of a whore, princess?” Eddie asks in a taunting voice, tilting his head to the side. His ring clad hand made its way up to her throat, grasping it firmly while he waited for an answer.

She nodded her head slightly, thoroughly enjoying the slight pressure he was applying to her throat. “Yes, I’m a whore.”

“I know you are, beautiful girl.” He laughs to himself. “Hell, I knew that the first time we fucked. Had you bent over the sink at The Hideout, my fingers in your mouth trying to shut that pretty little mouth up since you couldn’t stay quiet.” His tone was condescending, which really only got both of them more worked up. “Remember what you called me when I got you to cum with my fingers? What was it, princess?

“Daddy! I called you daddy.” She moans out, her hands gripping his upper arms tightly.

Eddie only smirked at the memory, moving his hand up to her face and cradling her cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger. “Want to hear you call me that again, pretty girl. I wanna know who made you cum so fucking hard that you’re seeing stars.”

“You daddy.” She whines back a response.

“Who’s juicy, tight pussy is this? Who does it belong to?”

“You daddy! All yours!” She couldn’t help but moan with the rhythm his hips bucked into her. His cock was hitting every right spot, and his dirty talk only drove her more and more crazy.

“Who’s going to fill that pretty pussy up with cum, hmm?”

“You are daddy, you’re going to fill me up! You’re going to fill me up!” She was so gone that she didn’t even realize what she was saying until a wide, shit eating grin appeared on Eddie’s face.

“Yeah? My pretty little whore is going to let me fill her up with my cum?”

She couldn’t even argue with him, she secretly had been wanting him to ditch the condom for months and cum inside her. “Yes! Yes please, I want your cum, daddy. I fucking want it.”

Eddie lets go of her face, bringing his hand behind her head. He brings her head closer to kiss her soppily, his tongue practically shoved down her throat.

All of her whines and whimpers get lost in his mouth, for once getting cock drunk on him instead of him being pussy drunk.

Eddie pulls back quickly, but rests his forehead on hers. “Tell me you love me.”

Her heart practically stops hearing his request. Neither of them had ever talked about feelings, other than horny, before. Both of them knew that something was there, but both of them were idiots who didn’t know if it was going to cross a line if one of them said something.

“I love you, Eddie.” She whispers into his mouth, kissing his lips again.

Eddie groans into her mouth, picking up the pace again. He practically sucked her tongue out of her mouth as he felt himself get closer to his orgasm. He couldn’t even fight to hold it in any longer before he shot his load inside of her, moaning deep from his throat as he filled her up.

“Fuck, baby.” She gasped, feeling how hot his cum was inside of her. She looked down where they met, seeing him slowly thrust inside of her as he rode his orgasm out. “I can feel all of it. You’re fucking it into me.”

Eddie hissed, his cock head getting sensitive the more he continued to fuck her, but he couldn’t help it. “Shit, you are so fucking hot.” He murmurs, taking his thumb and rolling it against her clit. “Need you to stay right there while I do something.” Slowly he pulls out, not wanting his cum to spill out just yet. His cock was shiny and red once he was fully out, the dark curly hair that decorated his cock was wet and wild.

She couldn’t help but absentmindedly rub her clit while Eddie laid his back on the mattress, putting one of his flat pillows behind his head. Part of her had half a mind to go against his orders and jump back on top of him and fuck him until the sun came up. But her curious side wanted to know what he had in store.

“Come sit your pretty self on my face.” He licks his lips.

She huffs out a laugh, raising her eyebrow. “Your cum is inside of me, Eddie. It’s going to get on you.”

“Did you not understand what I just said? You,” He points to her. “Putting your pussy.” Pointing down toward her vagina. “Right on my face.” Pointing to his face. “Let’s go.”

Her cheeks go hot as she clenches her thighs together, afraid that she’ll leak all of his cum out before she makes it to his face.

Eddie helps her shimmy herself up to his face, parting her thighs apart on each side of his face. “God, what a fucking view.” He says in awe, teasing her pussy lips with his finger. He hooks his arms around her thighs, lowering her down to his tongue. Eddie immediately gets to work, shoving his tongue inside of her hole, digging his cum out of her.

“Eddie, f-f-fuck.” She was so unsure of the feeling, her hand reaching for a fistful of his hair.

All she could hear was the furious slurping of his lips as he licked his own seed out of her, spreading it around her pussy, which only created a bigger mess.

He unhooked his arms from around her, letting his hands explore her body while she was on top of him. He parted her ass, playing with the globes of her butt in his hand, jiggling them for fun, which only made her laugh.

She relaxed as his tongue and lips worked together to massage her clit, making it ache in the best way possible. “Eddie.” She hums, moving her hips back and forth against his tongue. “Feels so good.”

He kisses her pussy lips before taking one of his fingers and teasing her other hole.

“Fuck!” She gasps, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking it.

Eddie uses his other hand to spank one of her cheeks, which makes her whine. He didn’t hate when she pulled his hair, in fact, he loved it, but he was really just being a dick for fun. Very slowly he starts to prep her other hole with his middle finger, trying to be gentle while he slid it in.

She cries out slightly, breathing in and out through the slight pain. “K-keep going, I’m good. Still trying to get used to it.”

Eddie nods his head in understanding, pushing his finger past the barrier until his first knuckle is inside of her. He waits a few seconds before continuing to slide in, really trying to restrain himself from going all in. It wasn’t much longer before half of his middle finger was inside of her.

“No more! Right there?”

Eddie pulls back from her pussy long enough to, “Okay, baby.” a response, before diving right back in. He slowly fingers her like he would her pussy, being as delicate as he can while he makes out with her pussy.

“That feels so good, you have no idea.” She sighs, fluttering her eyes closed and massaging her tits. She was truly in a euphoric state. She couldn’t even control her moans anymore, letting them slip freely.

Eddie shakes his head back and forth quickly, letting his tongue move lazily.

“F-f-fuck!” She chokes on the word, gripping his curls. “Keep doing that! Keep doing that!” The moan rattling from the middle of her chest.

The faster Eddie shook his head, the quicker his finger slid in and out of her.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” She cries, tears coming out of the corner of her eyes.

“Give it to me, princess.” Eddie muffled talk coming from below her. “Know you’re close.”

She nods her head, her eyes squeezed shut as she cursed to herself. “Right there, don’t move please. It’s right… there!” Her voice almost squeaks at the end before she finally releases, throwing her head back while she rides her second orgasm out.

Eddie slurps the cum from her, a mix between his and hers. Moaning himself as the taste of both of them on his tongue.

She continues to hump his tongue, slower with each movement. Her thighs tremble, the sensitivity finally washing over her. “I gotta get down, too much.”

Eddie kisses her thighs a few times before he slowly takes his finger out of her other hole, rubbing it in comfort before letting her go.

She climbs down from his face, throwing herself on the bed next to him, letting out a heavy sigh. “Fuck.” She mutters loud enough for him to hear.

Eddie laughs to himself, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Drink some water, princess.” He says, rubbing her side.

She lifts her head up, seeing Eddie holding the glass for her while he tilts it into her mouth. She takes a few sips before pulling away, smiling at him.

“You did so good, beautiful. So proud of you for taking all of that so well.” Eddie whispers in her ear as he kisses her forehead, then her cheek. “Was that too much?” Eddie asks, his face looking apologetic.

“No, baby! I really enjoyed myself. It was so hot, you were so hot.” She turns to her side, laying her head on the pillow below her. “ ‘Sides, I’m a big girl, I know the safeword.” She jokes, touching his nose with her pinky.

Eddie scrunches his face at her touch, reaching to run his hand along her cheek.

They lay in silence for a while, Eddie touching her soft skin, pressing kisses to her sweaty hair every once in a while. His touch only made her eyes feel heavier with each shape he drew on her skin.

She was so close to finally drifting off before she felt Eddie shift next to her. Her eyes fly open, looking for him, not wanting him to leave the bed. She lets out a little whine at the loss of contact, which makes him look back at her.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. Just getting those cookies I brought in earlier.” He says with a soft smile, squeezing her cheeks with his fingers before quickly walking over to his dresser on the other side of the room to grab the few cookies he had on a napkin, and bring it over to the bed. Eddie slides back next to her, this time grabbing her and maneuvering her so her head rested on his chest. He covers both of them with the sheet, his hand staying below the blanket to still touch her skin.

She picks her head up off his chest, slightly opening her mouth, hinting she wanted a bite of the cookie he had brought over.

Eddie smiles and breaks it in a small piece, feeding her the cookie. His heart practically jumping out of his chest at the gesture. “I um… Did you, you know… mean it?” Eddie hesitates as he speaks.

“Mean what?” She asks, already forgetting what she had told him while they were having sex.

He clears his throat, chewing on the inside of his cheek before speaking again. “That you loved me. Was it just because I told you to say it? Or did you actually mean it?”

Her eyes got wide again, her heat racing faster, this time for a different reason. “No, I… I meant it. That’s why I got so jealous when I saw all of those girls touching you during your set tonight, and that one that kissed your neck.” She grunts in disgust.

Eddie bites back a smirk hearing that he was right she was jealous. “I guess doing this kind of stuff for so long, feelings are bound to happen, huh?”

She rests her chin on his chest, looking at his warm eyes. “So you feel the same way? You love me?”

“Baby, I swear I fell in love with you that first night at The Hideout. But once I stopped thinking with my dick, I kind of realized that I loved you that night you cleaned me up after that bar fight I got into a few months ago. You were so nice to me, and we actually talked for, what was it, like 4 hours? It wasn’t just us fucking the life out of each other. You made it impossible for me not to fall in love with you.”

She smiles into his chest, hiding her face against him. “You’re making me get butterflies, you big ol’ sap.” She giggles.

“I don’t want to rush you into anything, but I do want to take you on dates, get to know you more. Not just your pussy and your mouth. I know them very well.”

“You’re disgusting. But I would also really like that.”

Eddie leans down to kiss her twice, smiling with butterflies of his own in his stomach. “All of our bandmates are going to kill us. Especially when they find out that this has been going on for as long as it has.”

“Gareth is going to have a fit.” She laughs.

“Yeah, but he’ll live. Maybe he’ll finally stop being a pussy and make his move on that one girl, the bass player. I do have a question, if our bands go up against each other again in a competition, is our arrangement still on?”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x fem reader #Eddie Munson x fem! reader #Eddie Munson one shot

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11 reasons why cap 4 should reintroduce Bucky Barnes as the love interest, an essay

to start this off, i am not writing this essay from a shipping place nor do i believe that this would have any influence at all over the upcoming movie. i expect nothing. this is simply something that i would personally like to see. (of course no hate to anybody who thinks differently)

here are 11 reasons why i think making Bucky into Sam Wilson's love interest in Cap 4 would be a good move for Disney.

1. on the Chinese film market - and why it's an irrelevant argument against the inclusion of homosexual themes in Cap 4

the Chinese film market is something that has been blamed for a lack of diversity in Hollywood films a lot lately. many people claim that this market with a lot of buying power has been responsible for the lack of gay and black representation in particular within Hollywood films.

and we have certainly seen Hollywood treating it as such, going so far as to cut gay scenes from movies for their Chinese releases, and vastly minimising John Boyega's (a black actor's) presence in the Chinese poster of Star Wars The Force Awakens.

[image ID: on the left is an image of the American poster for Star Wars The Force Awakens, featuring John Boyega prominently on the right-hand side. And on the right is the Chinese poster for the same movie, in which John Boyega is barely visible.]

so we know at the very least that Disney believes this through their own actions and efforts to self-censor for the different markets.

but Captain America 4 is a black-led movie, don't you forget. and Disney can't minimise Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie in the movie or the poster because it's his movie and his poster. and no amount of creativity in the editing room can change that (thank God!).

so if by their own argument the film is already going to be either banned, panned or slammed in China... then what do they have to fear from making it a gay movie too?

2. oh, the queerbaiting

queerbaiting is an unusual cultural idea. and sometimes i find myself thinking that the term is far too easily used, but then all of a sudden i will stumble upon a movie or show that is so quintessentially cruel and overt in it's... well... queerbaiting that i will start to wonder what the hell kind of a bizarre relationship all these straight people seem to have with their friends. take Troy and Abed from Community or John and Sherlock from Sherlock as the perfect examples of this. (in which my reaction to the show's creators saying the show wasn't gay was to ask so then why did you make it so gay?!)

i felt that Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes in tfatws were getting quite close to this level of queerbaiting.

there was the field scene, the couple's counselling scene, the boat scene, the couple's counselling scene, Bucky going with Sam to face Karli when she told Sam to come alone, the couple's counselling scene, ALL the staring scenes, Sam checking out Bucky's ass here as they said goodbye, the "i would move in with him but" hidden scene, "Uncle Bucky" showing up at the cookout scene, the romantic walking off together into the sunset together ending scene, and the couple's counselling scene. did i forget anything? but i mean seriously, the couple's counselling scene!!! that thing they did with their legs and their crotches while staring deep into each other's eyes, would any straight guy willingly do that? do straight guys crotch-snuggle now?

[image ID: an image of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes during the therapy scene with the quote, "Isn't anybody going to drag me into impromptu couple's therapy and slot my legs firmly between theirs before staring deeply into my eyes?"]

(yeah i stole this image from a buzzfeed article on the fan reactions to the couple's therapy scene. but given that they stole 80% of the content of that article from fandom tumblr, i think it's pretty even-steven.)

there's also the fact that people started talking about bisexual Bucky Barnes a lot after the tiger pictures line, and the lead writer Malcom Spellman responded to the talk of Bucky's bisexuality with "just keep watching". well we watched, Malcolm. but it's beginning to feel like you were just jerking us around.

3. the writing

seriously though, what else is Bucky Barnes doing right now in the MCU? his only remaining connection to anything going on right now is through Sam. there is literally nothing else established that's left for him to do that doesn't involve Sam. he moved to Louisiana to be closer to Sam (canonically), he hangs out with Sam's family (canonically), and Steve is presumably gone and is definitely not coming back for more adventures.

he has no villains or loose ends left. he has no other superheroes that he appears to be in contact with. he has no girlfriend or potential love interest, or even other friends or family. he is living in a tent that he has secretly set up in Sam's backyard and is mysteriously appearing from the bushes when it's time for dinner like a stray cat.

in my opinion there is no other meaningful and pre-established progression for Bucky's character that wouldn't just feel cheap.

plus, i don't think the general audience would be all that surprised if they kissed. i think a LOT of people picked up on all that tension. i think a lot of straight people picked up on all that tension too.

4. the chemistry between the actors & the chemistry between the characters

the original pitch for tfatws was essentially just this, it was the chemistry between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie and their respective MCU characters of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

now obviously Anthony and Sebastian are simply friends, and i wouldn't mean to imply anything more. but they are also not their characters.

Sam and Bucky's scenes together before tfatws were both limited and short, and yet audiences still fell in love with the dynamic between the two characters.

in interviews, these two actors are constantly slipping into character and flirting with each other and frankly it's adorable. plus it's really entertaining. i'd love to see that dynamic, unfiltered, in a movie.

because believe it or not the flirting is actually even more open in their interviews than it was in tfatws. and i'm leaving some links as proof.

this here is known as the "married" compilation

and here's a "lucky dip" selection of interviews - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

and here's Anthony trying to get Seb to take his jacket off.

i'm just saying, why not let their chemistry shine? these two are so talented and so entertaining, especially when you put them in a room together. and can you imagine how absolutely hilarious and brilliant it would be to watch them navigate being a couple?

(and for those who bring up the "friends would be uncomfortable pretending to be dating" argument, i'm not here asking for a sex scene or anything. i don't think anyone would expect them to show any more intimacy (physical or emotional) while playing a couple than what they've already shown together in say... tfatws or in their own interviews. not that i actually expect anything regardless.)

5. if they were a man and a woman they would've gotten together in tfatws

i have no more to add here. just that... yeah, they would've.

6. and i'm not talking about the comics here, i'm talking about the MCU.

i understand fully that none of what i'm saying here falls in line with these characters from the comics. but the mcu itself doesn't fall much in line with the comics either, and these two characters especially are very different from their comics counterparts.

i'm not asking for these two to get together in the comics. tbh i don't think that it would work.

but the mcu Sam and Bucky are different and closer than their comics counterparts. they've got different histories, different backstories, and a very different dynamic. please rest assured that i am only talking about them in the mcu.

7. Bucky Barnes is believably bisexual. and Sam Wilson has never been proven to be straight in the mcu, nor has he had a love interest.

(now please continue to keep in mind that these points only stand for the mcu versions of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, and not at all for their comics counterparts.)

Sam Wilson has never had a love interest, which is crazy because have you seen that man! he has had two blink and you'll miss it moments of verbal expression of attraction to women, both in TWS. and that's the extent of it, through his entire history in the mcu.

Bucky Barnes has had a number of surface-level female love interests, but none of them even came close to the level of connection and chemistry that Bucky shares with Sam.

and i'm sorry SarahBucky fans, but i just don't think there's very much to their relationship either. i love Sarah, i really do. but it's Sam who shares all the meaningful moments and history and chemistry with Bucky. and i don't see what making her into a love interest would do for Sarah's character either, what would that add to her story?

[Picture ID: Bucky at the cookout with Sam, Sarah, Cass and AJ. Bucky and Sam are looking at each other and smiling.]

and also there is the whole tiger pictures thing... again. which does strongly suggest that Bucky is bisexual whether this was intentional on behalf of the writers or not.

8. it's representation... AND it feels natural

marvel hasn't had a lot of queer representation that's been noticeably present in the MCU at the time of writing this.

there have been a lot of failures so far, from the bisexual erasure of Valkyrie in Thor Ragnarok to the wlw erasure in Black Panther.

there was queerbaiting almost identical to the bisexual Bucky baiting for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2. when asked if he had considered featuring a gay hero in gotg2, director James Gunn stated that "We might have already done that. I say, watch the movie." after the movie's release audiences were understandably confused about the lack of queer representation. To which the director followed up his comments with, "But we don't really know who's gay and who's not. It could be any of them."

there is also Loki, considered by most fans after the airing of his six episode series on Disney+ to be both a poor attempt at both genderfluid representation and bisexual representation. with both attempts being summed up fairly well by the term "blink-and-you'll-miss-it". (also it's just terribly written and Loki doesn't wear any interesting clothes! fanficcers are a Goddamn blessing in this hard time!)

and let us not forget that Andrew Garfield was apparently FIRED for pushing for a bisexual spiderman. a bisexual spiderman within an interracial mlm relationship no less.

so for all these failures, marvel, why not allow us queer fans this? two brilliant and heroic men in a loving interracial relationship. two heroes that we can look up to.

now, one of the biggest detractions from the argument for representation is the idea of "forced diversity". and some poorly written characters certainly do end up feeling forced into the narrative. take Iceman in the comics for example, with Jean Grey just straight up suddenly telling him he's gay. like, marvel, sweetie, that's not how this works! and i don't know a lot of queer people who thought much of that "representation".

but the crux of the "forced diversity" argument is almost always that it feels unnatural within the story, right? and i don't think that anyone could say that about MCU Sam and Bucky ending up together, given these characters' existing chemistry and their history. they've both played characters in gay relationships before so we know that it's not outside of either actor's wheelhouse. and y'all know that Anthony and Seb can act, people. if it's in the script i believe that they'll make it seem like the most natural thing on earth.

9. it'd be a nice change

there's been an ongoing meme lately about "Disney's first gay character", the joke being that they continually announce gay characters without really ever including gay characters in their films.

this is to the point where Disney has formed a reputation amongst queer audiences of being homophobic.

if Sam and Bucky were to become a couple, then Disney could have its first actual gay character within a gay relationship. AND have him be in the lead of his own movie, no less.

it's also worth keeping in mind that there's likely an overlap between the people who were outraged by a Sam Wilson Captain America, and the people who'd be outraged by a gay Captain America. and if they were already not seeing the film, then i don't think much is gonna change that.

queer audiences would definitely love it, and the media attention would be guaranteed to be huge. i mean, simply look at the amount of media attention mere rumours of a character's queerness gets you and multiply that by a canon confirmation of said rumours.

but i'm pretty sure that Disney already knows this.

10. and yet, in truth, it's not about the representation

in truth i've never felt that i had any trouble relating to characters of any sexual orientation, race, gender, sex, body type, etc. (although that is not to throw any shade at all on people who do wish to see themselves represented) but for me, i think it's more about the story than the packaging.

and yet, a love story is still just a story. straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial. when two characters have chemistry and history and have sacrificed for each other time and time again, and they also can't keep their hands or their eyes off each other, then i'm pretty sure that that's a love story.

straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial, it shouldn't be about these simple labels. it should be about how well written the relationship is. it should be about chemistry, and history, and sacrifice.

because i'm fucking sick of all the hollow, forced romances in media no matter the genders of the participants. i'm sick of lazily written, shallow relationships where any two people sharing the same space for any extended period of time will simply fall in love. it's boring, it's repetitive, and as a writer myself it drives me up the wall!

romance stories suck! and everyone knows that romance stories suck. between twilight, and most of the entire YA genre, and love triangles (so boring), and romance used as poorly-written throwaway subplots in Hollywood movies, the world is in agreement that the romance in western media is simply dreadful. and yet we still want love stories. it's an entire genre that sits at the heart of the human experience (<3), and yet one which so few of today's best known writers seem truly able to capture.

i don't think that i'm the only one who feels this way, either. i suspect it's actually a large part of why fandom is so romance-centred in the first place, that we're all just starving for a good love story.

(btw i think fandom has a reputation for being something that as a whole that it is not. it has this reputation for straight up demanding things and harassing people until they get their way. while unfortunately there are a few people who do this, they're fucking annoying and i swear that they're far from the majority.

in my experience fandom is mostly about writing a five thousand word story at three am while drunk off your ass because it might make someone whom you've never met smile, editing it in the cold light of day, and then posting it. expecting nothing. sometimes getting nothing. and sometimes getting someone send you kudos or a comment so heartbreakingly wonderful that it makes you smile in return.)

11. so once again, it is all about the writing.

i want to see Sam and Bucky get together in the mcu, not because they would be a gay couple but because i genuinely believe that their story has potential to be an amazing love story.

and i know the mcu isn't about the romance. it's why in my personal opinion we haven't gotten a lot of good canon romances besides Peter Quill and Gamora. and i don't think that the mcu should be all about the romance either. i fucking love the action and the fighting scenes. i love the comedy. Captain America: The Winter Soldier had no romance and it was a fucking treasure, it was an amazing spy-action-thriller and it made my little gay heart dance. Thor Ragnarok had no romance, and it was an utterly brilliant comedic spectacle action film. not every movie needs romance.

but mcu Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes were doing couple's therapy and fixing a boat and walking off into the sunset together in tfatws. they were inseparable on the battlefield. they've got a dynamic. it's beautiful, it's romantic, and it's gold.

a budding relationship between them in the next movie would be a good way to explore both characters more without the narrative feeling too stilted and separate. at the end of tfatws, both Sam and Bucky fans found that their respective fave felt somewhat underutilised and that their characters were underexplored.

now, that problem would be even more difficult to remedy in a movie, because the plotline of a movie needs to be really tight to work (giggity). and we know that the central conflict of the movie is gonna be action-based (which is good), but we still need each character's personal journey and growth to tie into the main conflict. (which is another issue that some fans found with tfatws, that these characters didn't really feel connected to the action-based plot on a more personal level.)

if Sam and Bucky are already in a relationship, however, this whole dynamic changes. first, their relationship has already been set up for nicely since TWS and through tfatws and they would officially be the best-fleshed-out couple in the mcu. but most importantly, a relationship gives them a perfect vehicle to explore both of their pasts comparatively and connect them personally to the action-based plot.

do you want to establish that Sam is a little too trusting and naïve? then establish this through his relationship with Bucky, and through showing his placing his trust in Bucky. (rather than through having him sympathise with a villain who threatened to murder his sister and his nephews).

perhaps you want to show Bucky recovering from his trauma? show us how comfortable he is with Sam. they get along, they're enjoying each other's presence, we see more of Sam's life and of his family, and then let Bucky tell Sam something that's raw and dark and honest about his life as The Winter Soldier. something about a memory, one that he only just recalled. he's opening up. and maybe what he tells Sam is even something that sets up the future action-based conflict, to ground that in something real.

you want to explore that Sam has trauma too? do this through Bucky. he tells Bucky a story about his time in the military. in the form of a flashback, he shares his own story of loss to evoke before the audience the shared theme of feeling at fault even when you're simply a helpless bystander to an act of pure destruction.

then, action sequence! and it's directly connected to Bucky's time as the Winter Soldier. explore the grief of someone whose life the Winter Soldier tore apart manifesting into a villain perpetuating the cycle of pain. establish your villain.

Later, Sam is dragged into battle against this villain for protecting Bucky. But Bucky doesn't want Sam to protect him. He feels guilt for what he can't control and he doesn't want Sam getting hurt because of him. Bucky reminds Sam that he has a family, one who needs him and who loves him. He tells him to go home.

Sam reminds Bucky that he's a part of that family. And that sure Sam's a hero and his job is to protect anyone and everyone, but that he's doing it because he wants to. It's not simply to prove that he can, or to prove that he's not a bystander (this connects to Sam's trauma here), but that he's doing it to help people.

and this gets Bucky thinking about who he is and what he's doing here. is he a hero who stands by Sam's side? or is he an ordinary man who stands aside? or perhaps, does he stand alone? what does he stand for? Maybe Sam knows. But does Bucky?

Sam and Bucky fight off the villain again, and for the first time Bucky meets this adversary face to face. And Bucky recognises this villain, and has a flashback to the genuine pain that he inflicted upon them in the form of the Winter Soldier. Bucky freezes mid-fight, he almost dies, and Sam has to save him.

Sam chews Bucky out for almost getting killed because he was afraid for him. but Bucky takes this the wrong way and goes off to fight the villain alone, or perhaps to die alone, he's not quite sure.

He puts up a half-hearted fight. He apologises for what the Winter Soldier has done, and he waits for the killing blow, when Sam swoops down and he saves him. He asks Sam why he saved him and Sam calls him a moron. And then, Sam asks him what sacrificing himself would solve. He tells him that you can't choose your past but you can choose your future (connecting to his own experience of loss and guilt and grief). And that no matter what Bucky Barnes still has a future, whether that's as the Winter Soldier or the White Wolf or just some dork with a day job. And that he has a future as a part of Sam's family too.

Sam fights the villain, and it's toe to toe. He delivers a few good blows, but receives a fair few himself. And then the villain tears off his wings, first one and then the other, in a manner reminiscent of what the Winter Soldier did to him in TWS. Through Bucky's eyes there's a flashback to highlight the parallels. Sam gets back on his feet and he fights his best fight, but is now losing.

And then the heavily injured Bucky steps up and fights by Sam's side, and only together do they take down the villain.

"So... I inspired you, huh?" Sam teases with a smile, utterly exhausted. "With my heroism and-"

"You inspired me." Bucky said, equally exhausted. "Let's leave it at that."

Together, Sam and Bucky go back to the safety and warmth of their family. Sam fixes his wings. Sam goes back to being Captain America. And Bucky... he's around, but it's unclear what he's doing.

That is, until the very end. When Sam is in a fight, and suddenly Bucky shows up and helps him out.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks.

"I've made up my mind." Bucky says. "I'm the Winter Soldier. But now I'll save lives, Sam. Now, like you, I'll be a hero."

Sam smirks. "So does this make you my sidekick, then?"

Bucky smiles. "C'mon, at least make me a partner." He says.

"How about co-workers." Sam says (in flashback, he remembers back to the death of his last on-the-job partner).

"How about friends." Bucky says, with a wry look.

"Bucky... I don't want to see you put your dumbass self in danger." Sam says.

"Oh, and it's ok for you to go running off into danger on your own all the time?" Bucky asks.

"Yes." Sam says stubbornly. "Absolutely it is."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not a dumbass?!"

"Sam, if you think I'm not gonna be watching your back for the rest of time... then you're the biggest dumbass I know. And I don't care if you need me or not, I will be there for you."

"Because Sam, you're more than Captain America. You're more than a good soldier. You're a good man. And I think sometimes, the world forgets what the difference is."

...or something like that.

(i only spent like 15 minutes on that. you know if i were actually writing this movie i would come up with something much better. and if anyone from marvel is seeing this, yes i can come work for you. i will make the time, let's do this thing right!)

finale

at the end of the day, whether or not the mcu chooses to make Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes a couple, it's their decision. and they don't owe me anything.

i'm just some random person on the internet. who thinks that Captain America 4 should #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend

#givecaptainamericaaboyfriend #meta #analysis #captain america 4 #caatws #fatws #tfatws #captain america #cap 4 #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #marvel #mcu #mcu phase 4

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descent-into-the-rift · 3 years

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What if Will Byers is bisexual

Mike turning out to be gay and Will turning out to be the one that’s bisexual is a very funny twist and all but, what if it did happen.

Maybe someone has talked about this before, and if so I’m sorry and I’d love to read it xx And please, don’t take this as a straight-up rejection of Will being gay, I still think it’s very plausible that he’s actually gay and not bisexual, (and of course, everybody has the right to their own view of it) but I really wanted to talk about this cause I actually think it’s interesting and I honestly really like the headcanon of it.

Will is the only character in the party who’s verbally queercoded, called “queer”, “gay”, “f*g” and “fairy”. He also did things such as a project of Alan Turing, claiming a day “free of girls” and so on. But actually, can we talk about something for a second?

I’ve seen it mentioned that the scene where the boys are playing Dragon’s Lair in the Arcade in 2x01 and Dustin and Lucas’ conversation is foreshadowing for Max. I agree with that, and in addition to that here’s a thing, Will is genuinely hyping Dustin up as he’s playing, Mike is too but he remains a step behind, while Will and Lucas are at Dustin’s sides.

And when Dustin loses, while Mike looks unaffected the entire time, when Lucas says “- Until then, Princess Daphne is still mine” Will grins, seemingly more interested than Mike.

There’s a palpable difference between the rest of the party’s interest in Max - and Mike’s, this is something everyone knows. And Will looks just as interested in her as Dustin and Lucas. And I may be crazy but when Dustin says "And plus, she skateboards so she’s pretty awesome” it does seem like Will’s nodding and smiling (like Lucas) even.

A reason he doesn’t straight up fancy her is he’s already in love with someone else (Mike), regardless of whether he is aware of it or not at that point, and nothing changes that. I know that he could just be impressed by the fact that she’s Madmax but, they make it a point to show you that, unlike Mike, Will is also willingly looking at her distinctly amazed, running to her crumpled paper and looking abashed (as Dustin and Lucas) when she calls them out. Mike is the only one that, unbothered, finds her note amusing.

Fine, could be a stretch, but it doesn’t end there. If I'm not entirely wrong, inside the show, Jonathan happens to compare Will to a singer that was bisexual; David Bowie.

This is probably a straight-up reach but from what I have understood, Spring Awakening (the musical Stranger Things Writers on Twitter chose to describe Will) is a musical that includes an mlm couple, in which one of them (Hänschen) is bisexual. I’m not saying just because said boy is bisexual in Spring Awakening it means in Stranger Things one of the two has to be, but if it was; Mike’s shown a lot of signs of not being attracted to girls at all, so that would leave Will.

That doesn’t necessarily have to mean anything though, but yeah.

I’m just saying if I’m not wrong, Will has never shown actual signs of not being attracted to girls, he’s shown signs of being attracted to boys; signs such as The Cure’s poster and the Alan Turing project on whose their hero - and liking Mike specifically; an endless number of signs.

Him claiming a day free of girls is not a general rejection of girls, it’s claiming a day that Mike isn’t spending with Eleven, and Lucas isn’t spending with Max, back when he didn’t feel like he was being pushed aside for the sake of their girlfriends. When he didn’t feel like Mike was pulling away from him to spend every hour with Eleven.

His comments about girls such as “Girls don’t play video games” and “Girls go to science camp?” are pretty general, a lot of teenage boys thought those things, especially back then.

His reaction to Mike’s comment “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls” could actually just be how hard it hits him that, after everything that’s happened, Mike would ever say this to him. Something like what Troy, James, and his own father used to say to him, coming from Mike.

His smile being hinted as fake when he’s dancing with the girl at the snowball is not the girl herself, it’s that it’s Mike he wants to dance with. Even the script mentions that Will is thinking about someone else entirely (Mike) rather than the girl he's dancing with.

I’m not gonna mention Jennifer Hayes because having a number of girls like you doesn’t necessarily mean you like them back.

Well, I’m not saying all this is unarguable, for sure, I’m just saying it actually could be a thing. And “Mike turning out to be gay and Will bisexual” seems less and less crazy the more you think of it. At the end of the day, Will and Mike are in love, regardless of anything else, so I just think, additionally, this possibility is really cool.

Anyway, thank you for reading all of that if you did. Regardless of that, I hope the best for you xx

#stranger things theory #will byers #byler

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taechaos · 3 years

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can u do more of jealous jk drabbles?👉👈

this one kinda cute but theres smut 😃

The best time of the day is when the sun is just over the horizon, taking on a blue and orange hue in the sky, not shining bright enough to blind or give a heat stroke to the crowd in the amusement park. Just enough illumination to not have to rely on the lights provided from the ferris wheel, neon titles above the rides and games you stand before.

You can't contain your squeal and shake your interlocked hands with Jungkook while bouncing on your feet, the three companies you came with much more casual about the occasion. "Where should we go first?!"

Your boyfriend shrugs, Soyeon glances at Taehyung who makes the decision: "Rollercoaster." He has a crazed grin on his face, the sparkle and mischief in his eyes matching yours. Both of you are extremely fond of these thrillers.

"A rollercoaster...? I'll wait for you guys," Soyeon sheepishly holds her nape with a smile. You coo at her.

Jungkook scoffs arrogantly, "Are you afraid too, baby? You can hold onto my arm."

You blow raspberries and clutch onto your friend's arm, "I love rollercoasters." You and Soyeon gaze into each other's eyes as you say, "Don't worry. It'll be fun if you come with me."

She blushes, Taehyung and Jungkook watching the interaction with quirked brows. How boy-friendly of you.

The seats were decided. You all bought the tickets, and it's your turn to hop on the carts. Girls sit in front of the boys, and Soyeon hesitantly places her hand on top of yours on the railing. Taehyung wraps his hands around Jungkook's arm, who is slouching in his seat with a frown.

"I'm so scared, Jungkookie," Taehyung's teeth chatter, "w-will you protect me?"

All the carts are secured as the ride slowly moves forward, slightly creaking as Jungkook groans, "Let go of my fucking arm!" Despite his relentless shaking, his best friend only holds on tighter.

"Why? Your girlfriend is having a sexual awakening with her buddy girl, why can't we?!"

Jungkook gapes at him, brows meeting in perplexity before he looks at the row across. The two of you have your heads leaning on each other, and no, that was the romantic scene he was supposed to have with you, not Taehyung who snuggles into him in whimsical fear.

"She's straight," he counters weakly, not even caring about his numbing arm from the sight before him.

The carts reach the peak of the tracks, a sense of adrenaline stirring in everyone's stomach and you squeeze Soyeon's hand comfortingly seconds before Taehyung's scream torments the whole population's ears. Needless to say, Jungkook had it the worst.

—————

Your boyfriend winces with a finger in his left ear as he follows the group with Taehyung next to him, behind you and Soyeon.

"Remind me to never go on a rollercoaster with you," he seethes intimidatingly, emitting a snort from the guilty.

"Ooh, bumper cars!" Taehyung childishly points at the competitive game. Jungkook smiles wickedly, "I'm going to give you a fucking concussi–"

"Boys against girls!" Soyeon chirps, and you gasp at the amazing idea.

"Yes! That'd be so fun!"

Upon seeing Jungkook's incredulous face, Taehyung bursts out in laugher and clutches his stomach, tearing up when he instantly goes in denial mode.

Which didn't help, because Soyeon stole you for herself once more and he is stuck with the dumbest person he's ever met once more.

"Let's beat those bitches."

"That's my girlfriend, Tae."

Those words were thrown out the window the moment the game began, because he became ruthless. Even Taehyung was getting nauseous from how violently the car was bumping against yours, the one Soyeon claimed shotgun in, rocking your bodies back and forth. It's revenge for not giving him the attention he rightfully deserves, and leaving him with who was supposed to be a fourth wheel.

No mercy, you must suffer.

When you all got off the ride, Taehyung couldn't stop stumbling all over the place.

"I'm going to throw up," he groans and pinches Jungkook's shirt.

"That settles it: I won," he shrugs triumphantly. Soyeon is quick to bite back, "You almost killed us."

"Oh no," you jump to his defence with a giggle, "he's just very competitive."

Your boyfriend smiles at your first acknowledgement of his existence, relieved as he throws an arm around you. "I'm not about to lose to a bunch of–"

"Please don't finish that sentence," you smile at him; sickly sweet with your warning.

He forces a chuckle, "–a bunch of strong, independent women."

—————

"You ever seen lesbian porn, Jungkook?" Taehyung asks as he licks up a fat stripe on his ice cream. Jungkook doesn't bother responding. "It usually begins with one girl being all shy and reluctant until the sexual tension becomes too much. Say they're studying, gossipping, whatever, the normal stuff. Then... one of them makes the first move, and the other eventually gets into it." He glances at his friend to measure his reaction; nonchalant and barely listening. "Oh, but I have a boyfriend, oh this is wrong, oh friends don't do this," he imitates in a higher pitch. "Then they fuck."

"Do you ever stop talking?" he asks, flabbergasted and annoyed. He's holding onto your ice cream after you left to the bathroom with your friend, Taehyung protecting hers and licking the melted drops to keep the cone clean. What Soyeon doesn't know won't hurt her; the flavor is too good for him to waste.

"I'm just saying man, you never know with these girls," his cheeks puff out as he suppresses a laugh. Jungkook's paranoia is easy to mess with, and he knows he shouldn't do it so often, but it's just so fun. A snort slips.

"They've been roommates for two years, I'm sure if she was bisexual, she'd know by now," he spits defensively.

"Oh my God, do you think they got drunk and kiss–"

"We're back!" you announce and take your cone from Jungkook's hand, your friend doing the same.

"Welcome back, baby," he stands up to hug you, effectively pulling you a few steps away from Soyeon with a glare. You relish in it with joy, mushing your face against his chest.

"What should we go on next?" Taehyung casually cuts into your display of affection.

"The ferris wheel, maybe? Oh, Soyeon, you have–" you point at the corner of your lip, and she mirrors the opposite side, prompting you to reach out a hand and wipe off the stain with your thumb. Jungkook blinks in astonishment. Taehyung's eyes widen to saucers as he watches his soul leave his body. His words are getting to him.

Your hand is snatched away in a flash, and you're dragged away back to the stalls where he corners you, answering your unspoken question: "Hey, just wanted to privately ask you how your date is going with Soy milk." His voice drips with sarcasm, the attitude catching you off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, I feel like I'm third wheeling in front of my own girlfriend," he scowls, and your heart drops. "You haven't done a single thing with me today. I thought we came here to spend time with each other, yet we've done anything but. Be honest, are you..." he gulps and averts his gaze, "is there something going on...?"

"Jungkook," you startle and place a hand on his chest, "it's nothing like that. Of course I wanted to spend time with you, but Soyeon's been trying really hard to mend our friendship so I thought I would reciprocate. I didn't want things to be awkward between us, but I didn't realize I was neglecting you. I'm really sorry, love."

Your explanation endears him, shoulders slouching in relief just before he murmurs, "But in lesbian porn..."

"Oh my God," you exclaim in disbelief with a laugh, "I just hung out with her."

"You know I get needy!" he frowns with flushed cheeks. "That bitch wouldn't let go of you for one goddamned second, if I didn't know better I would've dragged you away a lot sooner."

You coo at him and squeeze his cheeks before he shakes you off grumpily. "I was going to go on the ferris wheel to make it up to you."

"Oh wow," he rolls his eyes, "can't believe you found the time to think about me."

"So jealous," you tease.

"Shut up," he pushes your forehead with his finger, "before I try to mend my friendship with Soy milk as well."

"She is not your friend," you glare at him with hooded eyes.

"So jealous."

—————

"The ride is five minutes long," Jungkook blurts out of thin air the moment you step into the moving cabin. "And we're going to stop at the top." At your gasp, he continues as he takes a seat, "Yeah, I did that movie cliché and paid extra."

"Jungkook," you coo with doe eyes and lay your head on his shoulder, "that's so romantic."

"Hey, don't get all cute. You said you were going to make it up to me." He tilts your chin, "How far are you willing to go?"

His question doesn't throw you off, and you chuckle, "Whatever you want."

"Yeah? Your time is running out," he looks past the window to see how high up you are. Four meters off the ground, give or take. "You think you can make me cum before we get off?"

Oh. "Better choose fast–"

You fondle with the buckle of his belt and make quick work of your hands to pull down his black jeans that hug his thighs. You lick your lips for moisture, and after what some experiences have thought you, you know to spit in your hand before wrapping your fingers around him.

"Damn, you didn't come here to play," he releases a humored breath as he watches you get him off. As if the limited time isn't bad enough, you have to get him erect in remarkable speed as well. He shifts slightly with a deep sigh, and when his cock starts to grow, you get on your knees before him and take the head of his length in your mouth. He sucks his teeth and weaves his fingers through your hair as he closes his eyes. Thirteen meters off the ground.

Mindful of your pace, you ease his length inside by taking him inch by inch, swirling your tongue the way he likes it and bobbing your head. His grip on your hair tightens as a low grunt resounds in the cabin. "You're doing so well," he looks down at you with half hooded eyes, lustful in their gaze, "you want to make it up to me that bad? Want to please me? Gosh," he sighs.

You deepthroat him with your hand covering what you can't reach until he thrusts into your mouth. You gag in reflex, and he uses your hair as leverage to do the rest for you. It's sloppy now, and saliva drools from the corner of your mouth with welling tears. You can only hope he reaches climax in time. Twenty two feet off the ground.

When his thrusts begin to slow down, you take it as your cue to pull away and jerk him off, your tongue taking care of the tip as his breaths grow more and more shallow. You assume he's holding back moans as to not attract any attention to your cabin. Thirty one meters. You make it a challenge for yourself to make him cum by the timr you reach the peak.

"Ah, go faster," he furrows his brows, face twisting in pleasure as he leans back on his seat. Your scalp starts to sting from his strong grasp.

Your hand listens, and you suck harder on the head while teasing the slit, and he gasps louder each passing second. He's panting while forty three feet off the ground, and a few moments later, his hips lift off the seat as he groans, his release on your tongue that you swallow. It comes in stutters, so you keep your mouth on him until you've swallowed every drop to avoid getting banned from the amusement park. Calling it simply taboo is an underestimatement.

"Shit, shit," he breathlessly says and thrusts into your mouth two last times before pulling out, a string of saliva still attached to your mouth. The ferris wheel stops. "You were fucking perfect, baby," he murmurs and his head goes limp, eyes dazed from the climax. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and smile despite the ache in your jaw.

"Thank you," you squeak and sit next to him. His head rolls to you. "Is my face okay?"

"Oh, you wore lipstick," he laughs quietly and uses the hem of his matching black shirt to clean up the smudge, his stomach on display from the action. You sit still as he fixes up your appearance, brushing your disheveled hair with his fingers, and just to be extra, he adjusts your collar, making you giggle and roll your eyes. "Like nothing happened. I'll eat you out at my dorm to return the favor."

You blush in surprise at his words, but he dismisses it by looking at the view. The sun has set, and all the lights sparkle from under you and the midnight black sky. It's beautiful. You admire it with him.

"I can't believe I paid extra for this. There's not even fireworks."

BONUS:

Soyeon and Taehyung sit across from each other without averting their gaze from the sky, effectively ignoring the presence of one another until he breaks the silence. "This is so romantic."

"Yeah."

"If we were a couple, this would be the perfect moment to kiss."

"Um... I guess," she shrugs off his unusual flirting.

"You want to be a couple for this ride?" he suggests and looks at her with wiggling brows.

She doesn't return the stare, softly speaking, "No, I think I'd rather jump off."

He chuckles under his breath, "Jungkook is going to have a field day when he finds out you're lesbian."

"Huh?"

"I said why don't you jump on this dick."

#textbook love #jungkook fluff #naisu naisu #jungkook smut #bts smut

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thevoidfishsminstrel · 4 years

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Alex Danvers wasn’t phased by much. Had she expected to get an alien sister? No. But she went along with it (eventually) and was a good sister. Had she expected to get recruited by a government agency? No. But that was fine, and she was good at her job. Had she expected to be gay? Also no. But she accepted it and she was… well she was a disaster on that front, but she was happy.

The one time that she possibly, maybe, perhaps faltered a little, and thought, ‘this cannot possibly be my life now’, however, was during the months after the arrival of one Lena Luthor to National city.

———

“Alex! I broke Lena Luthor’s chair!”

Alex whirled around to see Supergirl anxiously striding towards her through the DEO, whisper-shouting her name. “You did what?”

Kara came to a stop in front of her, nervously wringing her hands. “I broke Lena Luthor’s chair.”

Alex blinked. “How? I thought you and Clark were just interviewing her?”

“We were! I was just standing behind one of the chairs in front of her desk and holding the back of it and then she looked at me and I wasn’t expecting it and a bit of the chair just kind of broke off in my hand. I tried to squish it back into place and tucked the chair under the desk but I think you might be able to tell if you looked too closely.”

Alex sighed. “Okay. Don’t worry, I’ll get it fixed.”

Kara deflated with relief and grinned. “Thanks Alex.”

Ten minutes later, Alex phoned the L-corp lobby with an excuse to get Lena down there while J’onn phased through her balcony door and swapped the very obviously hand-shaped-dented chair with a new one that would hopefully go unnoticed. She had naively thought that that would be the end of it.

———

A week and a half later, Alex got a panicked phone call from Kara claiming that she had seen Lena at a restaurant and stayed to have brunch with her but there was now a large chunk of table missing from where they had been sitting, caused by Lena laughing at one of her jokes. Suspicion had begun to creep into the back of Alex’s mind but she was too exasperated to pay it any attention.

Kara said she had managed to cover it up with an empty bread basket and persuade Lena they should go to see the crepe stand that had been at the park recently.

Alex, Winn and James had arrived at the restaurant half an hour later in fake uniforms and a fake van, claiming a table replacement had been ordered by the restaurant management. They quickly set up the new table and took away the cornerless one along with the piece of wood that had Kara’s fingerprints permanently embedded in it.

———

Over the next few months, they replaced glasses, vases, windows, tables, chairs, various cutlery, and an array of annoyingly abstract decorations that had to be specially 3D printed because no replacements existed.

A new section of the DEO budget had to be put aside, labelled ‘Cleanup’, and the superfriends became unofficially known as ‘The Cleanup Squad’ (although Winn only said it out loud once, given Alex’s thinly veiled threat afterwards).

It wasn’t until Alex witnessed one of the events that preceded the need for The Cleanup Squad that her subconscious suspicions hit her like the ton of bricks they would have to fix.

It was a standard game night with a shot too many and a brain cell too few, all of them shouting over a game of two truths one lie, when the delivery guy arrived with their food.

Kara went to get the door while Lena had her go. That was the first mistake.

Kara had been sneaking alien alcohol into her drink for the past hour.

Lena’s third sentence was ‘I’m more often attracted to women than men’.

Kara’s foot went through her floorboards with a crunch and she stumbled into her front door, making the whole wall tremble worryingly. Alex shouted out one of the other sentences as a guess to distract Lena from looking behind her to see what the noise was. That was the next mistake.

Kara took the food from a slightly confused looking delivery guy, thanking him and checking the bags as he walked away, as Lena cheered, wine sloshing around in her glass.

“Alex wins! Women are hot and I like to kiss them.”

The door came off its hinges in Kara’s hand and as she went to correct her mistake she smashed it into the doorframe with enough force to bring down a plane. The door, doorframe and half the wall collapsed to the floor, leaving a shellshocked Kara among the rubble, holding a useless doorknob.

Nia slung her arm across Lena’s shoulders to stop her turning around again and cheered. “Woohoo! That’s great! Hey can you teach me how to win at Monopoly?”

Lena frowned. “But only half of us have had a go at-”

“Yeah! You guys set up Monopoly while I go get snacks with James.” Alex not-so-subtly dragged James up with her, glaring at Winn. “What about you, Winn?”

He jumped up with a nervous laugh. “I need the toilet! Yep!”

They all scurried off to where Kara was just standing and blinking. Alex took the food and doorknob from her hands, putting the food on the counter and the doorknob in a nearby vase while Winn and James started haphazardly piling bricks back up into a wall-ish shape. Nia and Brainy seemed to be going through every single Monopoly card and asking Lena about it in a kind of terrifyingly over enthusiastic pop quiz.

Kara snapped out of her daze and began helping as Alex sent a message to the DEO to get a new door there as quickly as possible. She dragged Kara out into the hall and made her laservision off the entire door and doorframe of her neighbour who was luckily currently on holiday. While Kara did that, she kicked the old bits of door and brick dust under a rug in the hall.

Kara fit the new door into the hole that James and Winn were leaving, blowing her freezebreath over the whole wall to freeze it all in place for the time being.

Before she could go back inside, Alex grabbed Kara by the arm. She raised an eyebrow at Kara’s confused look. “Want to explain what just happened?”

Kara blushed and glanced at (or probably through) the door. “I um… I just got distracted by the food.”

“So it was nothing to do with Lena openly admitting she’s bisexual?”

Kara blanched. “I- wha- pff no.”

Alex rolled her eyes and opened the door to let Kara through before she broke anything else.

They all moved back over to the living room area as casually as possible, Winn setting out the food.

Alex leaned down to speak quietly to Kara before she sat down herself. “You know you can talk to me right?”

Kara nodded shyly and she let it go.

———

The last operation The Cleanup Squad did, it was Nia that called.

Alex sat up in bed, having only just managed to fall asleep, and picked up her phone. “Hello?”

“Alex? Kara’s about to break Lena’s coffee table.”

Alex sighed and waved away Kelly’s questioning look. “Okay. I’ll call J’onn.”

Ten minutes later, Alex was hanging onto J’onn like a backpack as he hovered just under Lena’s balcony with a replacement table.

There was a crash from inside.

“What was that?” Lena’s voice came from somewhere further inside her apartment and J’onn floated up to peer through the windows.

“Nothing! Just… a video on my phone.”

Alex’s phone buzzed with what was presumably the panicked text she just watched Kara send.

Kara went further into the apartment, rambling to Lena about how they should get into their pjs before they watch the next movie.

J’onn alighted on the balcony and they quietly made their way inside. J’onn cleared the broken table into a bag and flew off to dispose of it while Alex set down the new one.

Just as she was putting into place, Lena wandered into the room. Their eyes met briefly before Lena turned towards her kitchen, filled a glass of water, and left again, as though she hadn’t seen anything.

J’onn was back in the next moment and they disappeared back out into the night.

———

Lena opened the door with a smile and stepped aside to let Alex in. “Alex. What can I do for you?” She shut the door and led her over to the kitchen. “Tea? Coffee?”

“Coffee please.”

Alex sat down at Lena’s kitchen island, thinking about how to phrase what she was going to say while Lena made them both a coffee.

Lena set a mug down in front of her and sat down across the island, waiting patiently for Alex to start talking.

“Do you know?”

Lena smiled, raising an eyebrow. “I know lots of things.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Fine. Do you know about what we’ve been doing?”

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific, Danvers.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I know you saw me last night, Luthor. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Lena smiled and shook her head. “Alex, I have the most high tech security system in the world and an IQ that is most definitely higher than a five year old, and even a five year old would be able to notice you lot trying to rebuild furniture around them. Did you really think I didn’t notice? You replaced a $1000 chair with Ikea furniture.”

Alex went to defend herself but just deflated. “Yeah. Sorry.” She swirled her spoon through the coffee foam. “So why didn’t you say anything?”

Lena shrugged. “She’ll tell me when she’s ready.”

Alex watched her for a moment and smiled. Yeah. She was pretty sure she’d be her sister-in-law one day.

———

“Alex?”

She pushed past Kara into her apartment. “I think you should tell Lena.”

Kara blushed and stuttered as she closed the door. “Wha- I- There’s nothing to tell!”

Alex frowned at the odd reaction before she realised what Kara thought she meant and rolled her eyes. “No not that. Well… that too. But that’s not what I meant. I think you should tell her about Supergirl.”

Kara gaped at her. “Really?”

“Yeah. She proved beyond a doubt that she’s trustworthy and I can see how much you two mean to each other.”

Kara bit her lip, looking down and wringing her hands together. “But what if… what if she hates me for it?”

Her eyes were so big and sad and scared when she looked back up that Alex immediately wrapped her in a hug. “That’s not going to happen, okay? And the rest of us are here for you whatever happens. You know that, right?”

Kara nodded against her shoulder. “Okay.”

———

Kara stood outside Lena’s office, trying to drag her courage back from where it had run to hide, and wiping her sweaty palms on her slacks.

The door opened and Lena hesitantly poked her head out. “You doing okay out here?”

Kara gave a strangled laugh and nodded unconvincingly.

Lena stepped out of her office to join Kara in the corridor. “Okay, well, do you want to tell me why you’ve been standing out here for the past ten minutes?”

She gulped, breathing getting a little faster.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.”

Lena took her hand, stroking her thumb across her knuckles gently. It calmed her down a little and she sighed, leaning back against the wall and sliding down it, hand slipping out of Lena’s.

Lena came and sat on the floor beside her, offering her hand again.

Kara gladly tangled their fingers together, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, my hand’s a little sweaty.”

Lena laughed and bumped their shoulders together. “That’s okay.”

Kara sighed and brought her other hand up to her glasses. “Lena, I-” She closed her eyes and removed her glasses with a shaky hand.

She felt gentle fingers take them from her grasp and opened her eyes to watch Lena carefully fold them up and place them on the floor beside them. She looked at Kara with a soft smile. She reached up and traced the same fingertips across Kara’s cheek, making her eyes flutter closed.

“I know.”

Kara’s eyes snapped open. “You did?”

She nodded.

“Oh. Well now I feel like I’ve made you sit out here on the floor with me for nothing.”

Lena laughed, her eyes and nose crinkling adorably, and Kara couldn’t stop herself from smiling even as her heart beat faster.

“Well since you already knew I was Supergirl, I feel like I should tell you a different secret. Like how I think I’m in love with you.”

Lena’s breath hitched, eyes flitting between Kara’s as they subconsciously leaned slowly closer. “You think?”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and Lena’s eyes followed. “I know.”

“Good. Because I am definitely in love with you.”

Any other thoughts melted away when their lips met. Kara’s hand automatically slid to Lena’s waist as Lena pressed closer, soft and warm and perfect.

There was a crunch and Kara fell backwards a little, accidentally pulling Lena so she was almost in her lap, as she made a hole in the wall with her back. They broke apart giggling, resting their foreheads together.

“Sorry.”

Lena kissed her again but they were both smiling too much for it to last long. “At least you don’t have to call Alex everytime you break something around me now.”

#supercorp #a ‘lotl writing

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