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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Hi I've never requested before but I was thinking abt best friend!Eddie who's always been there for you. And when a guy leads you on, he realizes he's in love w you and confesses to u. Idk I was thinking abt it, and it has me blushing and shi 🤭

I used she her pronouns in the request but it can be gender neutral too idk whichever u prefer ❤️

Very cute request! I miss fluff Eddie :) starts a little angsty

I hope this what you were looking for

I had the worst writers block trying to figure out how to write this to where I liked it, so if you dislike it please tell me because I will scrap it and try again 😭 not proofread :)

Y/N has been in love with Eddie since she met him her junior year. It started as a big crush on the curly haired boy but grew the more she was with him. Now she stared at his lips a little too long, wondering what they tasted like. She hugged him just a little bit longer than anyone else. She felt like she was giving hints but he blew right past them. Bragging about his latest hook up after his gig. The same gigs she went to every week. Trying to hold tears back when she'd watch him walk out the door, a new girl hanging on his arm.

She had to accept Eddie Munson was not into her. She needed to move on.

Moving on was a tad bit easier than she thought. After she watched Eddie walk off with his latest date, a guy sat next to her.

He was beautiful. He bought her a drink and they talked for hours. For once she left the hideout with a smile and not in tears.

She gave her number, waiting patiently for him to call.

Her and Eddie were in the middle of game night with hellfire. Screaming as they played.

She was in the middle of fighting with Dustin over the rules when her phone rang. Eddie picked it up as she was occupied.

Placing the phone on the counter near the wall, he walked over to the table.

"um Y/N?" He said. She looked up at Eddie, stopping mid argument.

"yes?" She sighed

"some guy named Logan is asking for you?"

Eddie didn't know why, but he hated the way she smiled and jumped out of her seat. Racing to the phone in seconds.

"Logan hi!" Eddie hated the way she sounded excited.

Who the fuck was Logan?

"a guy is calling for her?" Dustin questioned

The group all looked at each other confused. She never once said anything about a guy she met.

When she came back, still smiling and giggling

Eddie couldn't help but speak up

"so who is Logan?" He asked, smiling. A teasing look on his face.

The look of him smiling at her reminded her just how much he really doesn't care

So she allowed herself to like Logan more than ever.

"um a guy I met at the hideout last week. He's very sweet and cute. I had a really good time getting to talk to him and he asked for my number." She smiled. Blushing as she remembered his charming smile and flirtatious looks

Eddie deflated. She met this guy on HIS territory. HIS band's territory. A place where HE was welcomed and accepted. Logan met HIS girl at HIS second home. It almost felt like a knife in his back

"you met him at my gig?" Eddie scoffed, "really at a bar? You expect something to come out of a guy at a bar? You know what guys at bars are there for right?"

"take home their fifth groupie for the week?" She snapped back. She lets this guy sleep with every girl he sees and never once judged him for it. She gives her number out, hoping for the guy to at least call and he tries to make her feel stupid for it?

Eddie was taken back by how angry and pissed out she sounded. He bit his tongue, because technically she was right. But that didn't stop him from being angry at her and even more angry that he didn't have an argument.

"nothing to say now huh? Maybe he only wants me for sex, and that's fine. But at least he asks for the girl's number you asshole." She stood from her chair, scraping loudly against the floor and she stomped upstairs to her bedroom. Slamming the door and locking it.

Hellfire could let themselves out

"yikes dude. She got your ass" Jeff laughed. Eddie sent him a glare that caused him to stop.

"um Eddie. Not to kick you while you're down, but that was a total dick move. She seems really upset" Dustin said softly

"shut up Henderson. I'm aware that I'm an asshole and she's fucking pissed. I don't need you to paint me the damn picture!" He snapped, hand slamming down on the table. Dustin flinched at the sound and shrunk in his seat.

Eddie gave her the time to cool down before he went up to her room.

His tail between his legs as he knocked on her door

"Y/N?" He asked softly

"GO TO HELL MUNSON" she screamed back

"if you're mad at me then I'm already in hell. Talk to me please?"

He had a plan the second she opened the door, it was time to pull his puppy eyes out. Stick out his bottom lip slightly and begin apologizing.

He heard her sigh and get up from her bed. Opening the door with a very annoyed look

"don't even start with puppy eyes" she pointed her finger at him, letting him pass into her bedroom.

"I'm sorry. That was a total dick move and unfair of me. You were right to call me out on all my hook ups. If you want to date this guy or even just have sex with him. It's not my place to say anything." Even though it killed him to think about her moaning underneath some douchebag from the bar, a douchebag that wasn't him.

"why did you?" She asked, head turning to the side, "why did you get pissed off about it?"

"I don't know. Something about it just made me feel like I got kicked in the stomach." The one thing he adored about her was whenever he didn't understand a feeling, she knew what it was. He never held back from details of what he felt with certain things. She just knew him.

"like you want to cry and beat him up at the same time? Almost like it physically makes you ill to think about him and I together? Romantically and sexually?" She asked

He was taken back from how perfect her explanation was

"yeah exactly. It's almost like I can't even think of you being like that with someone else." He thought out loud. Not noticing the weight behind his words

"Someone else? As in you think of me that way with you?" She questioned

He blushed. He didn't realize how much he thought of her in that way until she asked him.

"I guess I do" he confessed, looking at her as he tries to process what this all meant

"that feeling. That's what I felt when you'd ditch me at the bar every week. Watching you flirt with countless girls and them getting you, your mind and body in ways I refuse to let myself think about. You hurt me really bad Eddie. And just when I finally felt like I was okay with you and all the girls, because of Logan, you made me feel stupid for thinking he liked me. You made me doubt him before we even went on a date. That's not fair." She ranted looking everywhere but him.

But her eyes snapped towards him when she heard sniffles. Looking up at him, his eyes were red, tears falling fast down his cheeks and small hiccups in this throat.

"Eddie?" She asked softly, reaching her hand towards him

"don't" he said, stopping her hand, as he shakes his head. "I don't deserve to be comforted right now"

She nodded as he kneeled to his knees. Tears still working down his face

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was making you feel like that. I should have paid more attention to you. I should have noticed you were upset. I'm sorry for ditching you, I never should have ever left with girls knowing you were right fucking there. You were right fucking there!" He's never been this upset with himself. All these years he could have talked to her and been with her

"Eddie stop. I never told you I was upset. You can't blame yourself for all of this. We both weren't communicating. But I need to know if you like me more than a friend or not?" She didn't want to answer this question for him. She wanted him to say his feelings for once.

"Yes I do. I think if I saw you get even more beautiful than you are for another man. Let him take you out and kiss at the end of the night. I don't think I could handle it" he confessed. He felt like he now understood his feelings. And he understood what he needed to say to make sure she knew. "Do you still like me?" He asked

She tried to ignore the damn puppy eyes. The way he looked up at her, on his knees, with tears in his eyes. She could barely handle it.

She sighed and kneeled in front of him

Cupping his face softly as she wiped his tears

"I do Eddie but I can't throw myself into this to get hurt"

"I won't. I swear. I'll try so hard for you to do this right. Please give me the chance. Baby please?" He begged. Holding her hands on his face.

She nodded with watery eyes

"let's try it" she said, leaning in slowly

His eyes raked over her face. Watched as she leaned in. He leaned in and met her half way.

Lips connecting in a hurry. The kiss was fast, needed, and desperate. Kissing harder every time either went to pull away. Not wanting the moment to end. Heads empty, just feeling their lips finally meeting together for the first time.

"thank you" he sighed as they pulled away

"don't make me regret this Munson" she laughed through her tears.

He laughed through his tears as well. He should have known all along it would be her.

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 11 months

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Saw one of your posts mentioning how mean Konig wouldn't let anyone see him hideout his mask even reader, only though if they blindfold them and gave me an idea of reader requesting Konig to do it so they can have the freedom of exploring his face.

Kinda cute idea like reader wanting to at least learn how he looks even by this way and Konig at first feeling embarrassed doing this but eventually he gives in.

SCREAMING

Look at what you made 😭 they’re so soft and König is so sweet and vulnerable, but look at those big broad shoulders omg look at ittttt 💕

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” König grumbled, his voice slicing through the quiet darkness.

You laughed, rolling your eyes even while they were being obscured. The thick velvety fabric that was wrapped carefully around your face ensured that you wouldn't see anything for the time being. Tight as it was, tied as if keeping something valuable secured, you didn't mind it too much. It was the only way that König would fulfil your wish.

About a week before he'd mentioned off-handedly that if you finished on top in the upcoming training exercise he'd give you anything you wanted. Anything. You'd been so stressed out about the exercise before his offer. Though now that you have the promise of a reward you had something other than the crippling fear of your failure to train your mind on.

No doubt he'd figured you'd ask for something of some kind of worth, some privilege or a treat that couldn't be found in or around the base. He'd even brushed off your request initially thinking that you must be joking, but on the second time round he just stared at you hard and calculating, blue eyes refracting the pieces of his conflicting thoughts, until he sighed and gave you his ultimatum.

He would bare himself to you completely, take every stitch of fabric from his body, but in return, you'd have to wear a blindfold.

You were surprised he'd even entertained your idea, nevermind allowed a compromise. Afterall, König never showed you more than the bottom of his face, never let you see more than a flash of the mouth that you’d occasionally have the privilege of kissing. At best you thought he'd tell you to pick something else and at worst...maybe a trip over his knee or the back of the couch.

However that wasn't the case, because there you were, situated on his lap and doing everything in your power not to combust with excitement. You'd have been shivering sitting in his cold room if it weren't for the heat of his warm skin and the burn of anticipation that shot through you, waiting for him to take off his last piece of clothing. His mask.

It had been a few minutes since he'd beckoned you to come sit, grabbing your wrist and pulling you over to perch over his massive thighs. The seconds had ticked by slowly after that, trickling away as you traced the lines of his back muscles and tried to soothe him.

Even just getting him fully naked below the neck was something foreign, each new feeling and reaction was new. Every little sensation felt like a firework against yours nerves - Getting to feel the fine hairs on his legs shift underneath your thighs, the little raised lines that littered his skin and revealed themselves under your fingers when you traced his shoulder blades, the shiver you elicited when you found each of those old scars, the soft groan he let out when you kissed the hollow of his shoulder.

"König, I know that I asked you for everything off, but if you're not fully comfortable you can always say no," you murmured, wasting no time in offering his trapezius another kiss.

He shivered underneath you, his body lightly shuddering like a well contained storm.

"A promise is a promise, Schatz," he sighed.

"I care more about your comfort than a silly promise," you assured, laying your head against him.

He hummed at that. It filled the room and hung in the air, the sound of it echoing in your muddy thoughts as you contended with the crackling silence. Everything was still for a moment, nothingness settling like dust.

Sometimes, in the worst of your moments when you locked yourself away in your room with all of your baying bad thoughts, you wondered if he would disappear from your life one day. You’d suffer over the image of him leaving you with only the memories and the outline of a man. You’d never even really know who he was. Though he’d scoff at it any time you so much as hinted at the idea.

This was stupid, he shouldn't have to make himself uncomfortable, all because you wanted to chance your lu-

The whoosh of heavy cloth being discarded to the ground stopped your thoughts in their tracks. Cold air rushed by your head and then presumably, you thought, the mask lay abandoned at König's feet. He was fully bared to you now - just as he'd said he would be.

"König you-"

"Don't worry about it," he said, voice strained and quiet. "Just do whatever it is that you wanted to do."

You tilted your head at that, pursing your lips in dissatisfaction. What you wanted was to feel him properly, get to experience the hulking soldier that normally ordered you around and intimidated even the most high ranking commanders in a way that you never had before. You didn’t want to take advantage of the vulnerable man that was hissing out at you, rattlesnake defences alerted.

“König, you trust me don’t you?” you asked, trailing your fingers along his shoulders and to his exposed neck.

You gently curled your hand around it, settling it there while you worked your other one along his otherside, coming over the crest of his biceps and creeping slowly upward. There was no rush, you could take your time with him. You could relax and listen to his quick little breaths, waiting for his answer as you tried to mould him into a relaxed state.

“Why do you ask that?” he said finally.

Deflection.

He was famous for it. It was no wonder in this case especially, he was crawling with the unfamiliarity of the situation, though you couldn’t quite decide on why he didn’t want to give you a direct answer. It seemed unlikely he wanted to spare your feelings, so that did that mean he was just afraid of saying the answer out loud? You smiled to yourself and shook your head.

“I’m asking because I want to know - do you trust me?” you repeated.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. It does.”

“I…I don’t…,” he sighed again, and all at once the tension dropped from his body, almost sending you wobbly over his lap. “I trust you enough to do this. I wouldn’t let anyone else do this. Is that sufficient?”

“It’s not about sufficiency - this isn’t a test. I just want you to be comfortable with me, I don’t want you asking me to do my worst,” you smirked, hoping that your smile would reassure him.

Your heart was skipping beats now. Your mind was at war, on the one had you felt comfortable - felt like you were on even footing with the man before you for once, and on the other knowing that you’d dragged König down to your level was enough to throw you off the metaphorical horse.

“I think that’s what I might have said to myself the moment I introduced myself to you,” König chuckled, the timbre of it much tamer and friendlier than you were used to.

You snorted, finally bringing your second hand up so that you were touching your fingers together behind König’s neck. His skin was so soft there.

“Do you really think that I’m capable of hurting you that badly?”

König breathed out, a sound that caught between laughter and anguish escaped from him. Though before you could question it, he snaked his arms around your back and clutched your shoulders in his hands, gripping you like a half drowned man that’d found his float.

“You’re the only one in this whole world that can hurt me,” he whispered.

It was so quiet he almost might as well have spoken it to the wind. Though you still heard it unmistakably through the static. Confirmation that you meant so much more than just a fun outlet at the end of a heavy work day. You weren’t a punching bag, or even just a pretty doll to manipulate and exert his will on, you were evolving into something else.

And he’d clearly never had something else before.

“König, I won’t hurt you,” you said, moving your hand up once more to cup his cheek. “I promise.”

His skin could’ve been glowing, it was so warm. You bit your lip as you traced the outline of his stubble and felt yourself smile at knowing you could feel the shape of him underneath your gentle touch. The room melted away then, it felt like you were both floating through a vacuum somewhere in the universe. You were the only two that mattered.

“We will see, won’t we,” König muttered, tilting his head so that he could kiss your palm.

You shook your head and wasted no more time in threading your hands through his hair, reaching up to where you supposed the back of his head was and striking gold when you landed in his soft curls. You desperately wondered what colour his hair might be, wanting to drink in the richness with your own eyes. Though that would have to wait.

“A promise is a promise,” you said finally, “So trust me.”

You kissed him then. With a little hesitancy you leaned forward and pursed your lips and with luck he leaned toward you and brought you home. His mouth was perfect against yours, the curve of his lips pressed firmly to yours and in an instant you forgot about all the worries you had, all the uncertainty and the self doubts - they didn’t matter.

You only hoped he felt the same.

#mean könig #softy mean König #König #Fanart #I love that I can't even consistently keep him mean ahaha

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bucksangel · 1 year

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All You Want, the Stars and the Sun

pairing: bucky x reader, reader x omc (aaron)

word count: 5.3k

summary: “Lie to me.” The request is simple, softly spoken into your hair while his lips press themselves to the top of your head. There’s a long pause as you gather yourself enough to push through the inevitable, heart turning heavier with each silent second that passes. “Please.” And, fuck. The quiver in his voice does nothing to hide the clear pain in his soul, and a small teardrop slides down his cheek as you whisper softly. “I love you, Bucky.”

warnings: 18+, angst, angst, and a little more angst, fluffy bits here and there, cheating (reader cheating on omc), unrequited love (not really), some crying and self-loathing, kinda toxic!reader???, allusions to smut, bucky needs a hug, modern!au, fluffy ending bc angsty endings hurt my heart😭

a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts forever so i hope y’all love it as much as it hurt me to write it :) (song title is from 'yours' by conan gray)

The night sky is clear with the stars twinkling and the moon shining its light down on all who happen to be outside. There’s a chill in the air, the light wind blowing through the slit in your dress that causes goosebumps to rise on your forearms. It’s a beautiful night, perfect for being wrapped in the arms of the man you love as you point out different constellations.

And for a moment, you can almost smell his cologne, can almost hear his voice whispering soft declarations of love in your ear. For that moment, you’re able to pretend that you’re happy, that this is where you’re meant to be, wrapped in Bucky’s arms never to be let go.

But then a kiss is pressed to your temple, the arms around your waist squeezing tighter in what is supposed to be a loving gesture, but only comes across as ugly possessiveness. The voice, gruffer than Bucky’s ever could be, asks - demands - that you go to the bar and bring back another drink. And that’s when you’re snapped out of your trance, forced back into reality - a reality you wish you could escape at every waking moment. Because behind you isn’t your best friend - it’s Aaron.

Aaron, the son of a man with more wealth than anyone has any right to own, is the man whose arms are gripping you, mumbling something about a stronger drink so he can put up with the night's festivities. Those are the words he used. Put up with it.

And isn’t that just comforting, you’re fiancee, the man you’re set to marry in two months and spend the rest of your life with, feels the need to put up with your birthday celebration? Though, there is a good chance he doesn’t know what tonight is about anyway. He’d been gone at work all day and so wasn’t physically there to tell you ‘happy birthday’, and you don’t really text. He’s also been in a pretty foul mood all week, something about some case falling through at the law firm he practices at, so you wouldn’t blame him if he forgot.

Because this engagement isn’t about love, it never has been and it never will be. Simply put, your families are wealthy and think that marrying off their children is the best way to ensure the family's respective reputations. Thinking that if their children marry other high-standing social figures then that will keep them relevant.

And you’re not happy with it, far from it actually, but this is just how it is, you’ve known it even before you met Aaron. And Aaron, for all his awful qualities as a partner, isn’t the worst person. Sure, he doesn’t care too much for being engaged - and that part isn’t even about you, though he is a high-standing lawyer he really just wants to be free of the rigid social rules that come with being wealthy, and marrying into another prominent family certainly won’t help that - but he’s never been rude to you and has come to your aid multiple times if a man gets too handsy. Still, he comes off as cold more than anything.

But he’s helped you when you’ve needed it, and you return the favor when he needs it. He’s been there to let you cry on his shoulder when everything becomes too much for you. You, in turn, have been an ear for him to rant to about what, in his words, assholes his parents are. And you’d like to think that if the marriage wasn’t arranged, and your families weren’t stuck up and so concerned with their image than with their own children’s happiness, maybe you two could have tolerated each other a little more. Perhaps even become passing friends.

As it is, though, neither of you is too happy with your situation. You put up with it, of course. Your father has drilled into you the importance of what it means to be a part of such a well-known family in New York. And your mother has repeatedly and tirelessly told you that love isn’t the top priority, that you may learn to love Aaron, but it’s not important. What’s important is that the family's reputation remains clean.

So when Aaron sends you off to get more drinks, you go happily. Disentangling yourself from his hold, you place a perfunctory kiss on his cheek and saunter toward the open bar inside your - ridiculously too-large - house. Luckily, there aren’t that many people around, most of them are outside, talking business and pretending to be engaged in conversations that everyone can agree are boring beyond belief.

Upon getting to the bar, your smile turns genuine, wider. The sight before you - Bucky in a fancy suit serving drinks - calms your heavy heart. This whole ordeal is too over the top, but you’d never dare tell your parents that. If they knew you only wanted to spend your birthday with your close friends, maybe taking a road trip down to the beach, they’d call you ungrateful, selfish for not wanting to spend time with them, despite the fact that they’ve barely uttered more than two sentences to you the entire night.

“What can I get for you, old lady?” Bucky smiles at you, a twinkle in his eyes.

You laugh, shaking your head and rolling your eyes in an overexaggerated manner.

“I’m only twenty-five, and you are three years older than me so, if anything, you’re the old one here.”

Bucky chuckles, head shaking in amusement. He looks around you, noting the lack of people, before pulling out a small, rectangular box and sliding it over the counter. At your confused look, he nods towards it, silently urging you to open it. When you take it, he makes quick work of making your drink - one you don’t need to tell him seeing as he’s been your friend for years so he knows which drinks match whatever mood you’re in. But he keeps an eye on you as you open the gift, smiling wide at your gasp.

“Bucky…” Your voice goes quiet, your fingers grazing over the gold chain, beautifully braided with different small pendants. You can tell it’s real gold, the weight of it sitting heavily in your palm as you take it out of the box.

“How… how did you afford this?”

There are tears in your eyes because you know he must have worked a hell of a lot of overtime to be able to buy it. He works at his father’s mechanic shop, bartending on the side to make a little extra cash. And despite him making a fair amount of money, there’s no way he would’ve been able to afford this along with his rent and other bills just by working overtime.

“Overtime, y’know?” His voice is soft like he’s hiding something from you. And when you look up at him, his sheepish look and the red flush slowly covering his face, your eyes narrow before widening comedically.

“You didn’t use your savings for this did you?”

When he doesn’t answer, you can’t help but feel a little angry. Not at him, never at him. More so at yourself. He’s been saving that money so he could move and buy a house in the woodsy area of upstate New York. Why would he use that money for me?

“Bucky,” Your voice is sharp, and you put the bracelet back in its box. “I can’t accept this.”

“You can and you will.” He says it resolutely, like there’s no arguing with him on this. “I-I haven’t been able to get you anything nice for any of your birthdays. And before you say anything, I didn’t buy it out of guilt. You deserve nice things, and I want to give you those things. Even if it means sacrificing a little money and time to get them for you.”

Bucky’s eyes shine with an emotion you can clearly discern as love, and you can’t help the overwhelming guilt you feel. Because Bucky loves you, he loves you in a way that your parents would disapprove of simply because he’s not as rich and high-standing as they are. Truthfully, they don’t even approve of your friendship with him, and they’d only allowed him to be at your party as the bartender at your never-ending insistence. And if they knew how he felt they’d never let him within the state of you.

“Buck… I -” you’re cut off by Aaron’s voice calling for you, asking where his drink is. Both you and Bucky roll your eyes, and he makes quick work of pouring a glass of bourbon. When he slides both drinks across the counter you hold out your arm, urging him to take the bracelet.

“Put it on for me?”

He smiles, relieved that you’re not going to give him any more shit for blowing hundreds of his hard-earned money. He takes his time wrapping the chain around your wrist, his fingers ghosting over your arm as he locks it into place. And as you retract your arm he takes hold of your hand, lifting it and placing a lingering kiss on your knuckles.

“Happy birthday, plum.”

Sighing at another call of your name, you give him a smile with tears in your eyes at how lucky you are to be able to call this man your best friend.

“Thank you, Buck.”

Then you take the drinks in each hand, sparing him one last glance as you turn to head back outside.

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It’s heartbreaking, really, how fucked up this whole situation is. After your party ended and everyone had gone their separate ways, you’d managed to sneak Bucky up to one of the guest rooms a hallway away from your room. You’re lucky in that you and Aaron rarely share the same bed - almost never, really. So you don’t have to worry about him catching you pulling Bucky into one of the rooms and shutting the door as quietly as possible before Bucky turns you around and pulls you into a heated kiss. It’s frenzied and rushed, as it normally is seeing as you’re always nervous about someone seeing you two.

And it’s not that you’re embarrassed. You’d never be embarrassed about being with Bucky. But being caught cheating on the man you’re set to marry wouldn’t look too good to the public eye, let alone with someone who other snobby New York residents would deem undesirable. And doesn’t that just suck? Bucky is seen as lesser just because he didn’t grow up with money falling out of his ass.

But you ignore that, drowning out any and all thoughts of anything that isn’t Bucky, anything that isn’t his large hands carefully peeling off your dress, his plush lips traveling down your jaw and to your neck, placing wet and open-mouthed kisses as he goes.

The soft and low moans of his name carry through the room, his hands gently guiding you to the bed where he lays you back onto the plush mattress. For a moment you both go quiet, your eyes growing dark with desire as he peels away the layers of the suit you’d bought him - the suit that he flat-out refused until you told him that this was the only thing your parents would allow him to wear if he was going to attend your party.

Once he’s fully undressed, he climbs on the bed and hovers over you, stopping to gaze down at you with the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. And you swear you could get lost in them forever, and your heart wants to beat out of your chest at that fact. Because you shouldn’t want to. You shouldn’t want him in the way that you do, so, like always, you push it down and ignore it.

For some unknown reason, it’s always easier to pretend like your feelings don’t run deeper than lust. Somehow your brain justifies this situation - and every other time you make love with him - as okay as long as you don’t love him.

Bucky cuts off the voices in your head with a deep kiss, his tongue sneaking out of his mouth and into yours. And even though you wish this could last all night, you know you don’t have that time.

It’s rushed, heated, passionate. The way he fills you makes you feel complete, whole, and undeniably guilty at the way you push down the feelings of wanting nothing less than this for the rest of your life.

And you know he does too. He wants you to himself, not having to share you with another man. He wants your heart, not just your body, but you know he’ll take whatever he can get. And if all he can get is rushed sex then he’ll gladly take it.

And he takes it. He fucks you rough and fast, whispering softly about how good you are for him, how perfect you feel, how wonderfully you take him. You, in turn, give him similar sentiments. Because he is, without a doubt, the best lover you’ve ever had. Aaron could never compare - and, granted you’ve only had sex with him a handful of times, but, it still hangs true.

And after it’s over and you’re lying next to Bucky, both of you with labored breathing, in the darkness of the room, you’re finally able to shut out the voices of guilt.

That is, until -

“Lie to me.” The request is simple, softly spoken into your hair while his lips press themselves to the top of your head. There’s a long pause as you gather yourself enough to push through the inevitable, heart turning heavier with each silent second that passes.

“Please.” And, fuck. The quiver in his voice does nothing to hide the clear pain in his soul, and a small teardrop slides down his cheek as you whisper softly.

“I love you, Bucky.”

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It’s a surprisingly cold spring evening, if you were to be outside you’d surely be freezing your ass off. Luckily you’re inside where the heater stays on full blast, warming you to the point where you’re stripped down to a simple tank top and shorts. That doesn’t stop Bucky from throwing a blanket across your lap.

Well, his lap too.

You’re in his apartment, cuddled up against him for your weekly Saturday movie marathon - a tradition you’d started years ago and have never missed. It’s nice to have a sense of normalcy in the midst of crowded galas and largely photographed public appearances.

And while it may come off as the stereotypical ‘first world problems’, you’d truly never wish the hell you live with on anyone. Because, quite frankly, you don’t care about the money. You don’t care about being seen as some ‘young and beautiful socialite’ when all you’ve ever wanted was this - quiet nights with the ones you love, without the pressure of being perfect at every waking moment.

Being with Bucky helps fill that void, that emptiness of being truly cared for instead of being used as a pawn in some greater scheme.

You and Bucky are in his living room with you nearly sitting on top of him on his couch which has plenty of space for several people to sit, but he refuses to let you out of his personal space. And you don’t mind, you love it actually. Because, again, you’re reminded that it is possible for you to be loved without the money and glamor that most people usually flock to you for.

As the third movie of the evening plays on the screen in front of you, Bucky’s hand on your hip starts rubbing in slow circles, massaging and kneading the area comfortingly. But you know him, and you know where this is going to lead, and you don’t mind it in the slightest. Though you try your hardest, you can’t help but want it, crave it, really. Throughout your relationship with Aaron - and you hate even thinking of him when you’re with Bucky - he’s never been particularly affectionate, except for public appearances.

And, granted, you’re not affectionate with him either, you both agree that there isn’t much chemistry between the two of you other than your shared loathing of the abnormalcy of your lives.

“Plum?” Bucky’s soft voice pulls you from your thoughts, and your head turns so you can stare up at him.

“Yeah?”

“I was - um…” His voice trails off, timid and low as though he’s afraid of scaring you off. But you’d never be put off by anything he could possibly say or do, something you hate thinking about because admitting it means admitting that you really do love him - and you absolutely cannot do that.

You notice how Bucky’s eyes bore into yours, gazing at you with intense, deep eyes as they then flicker down to your lips. You can’t help but do the same, and your tongue pokes out to lick at your bottom lip. For a moment, no one moves or speaks, waiting for the other to initiate what was inevitably going to happen at the end of the night.

But as Bucky leans toward your face, his lips inches away from yours, your phone rings, the alarm loud and shrill. Sighing, Bucky pulls away, allowing you to lean over to the coffee table and see that it’s Aaron calling. And you know he wouldn’t call you unless he needed something, so you start preparing yourself to end the night earlier than you wanted.

“Hello?” Your voice comes out sharp, coming across as almost annoyed because you really didn’t want to be disturbed tonight.

On the other end of the phone, Aaron says something about how your parents are ‘needing’ your presence at some dinner and they’re pissed that you’ve forgotten. You decide not to tell him that you’ve already told your parents that you couldn’t - and wouldn’t - go because you already had plans. But, instead of arguing, you tell him you’ll be there soon with a resounding sigh.

And as you end the call, you look back at Bucky, his expression having fallen and clearly showing how defeated he looks. But when he notices you looking at him, he pulls a brave smile and nods.

“It’s okay, Plum.”

“No, it’s not.” You’re frustrated, immensely so, because sometimes Bucky is just too understanding. Always telling you that nothing matters as long as he has your attention for at least some part of the day. “I’m really sorry, Bucky.”

Bucky shakes his head, pulling you forward and kissing your forehead with his lips lingering. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs against your hairline before leaning his head forward so he can rest his forehead against yours.

“Before you go, can you just…” He takes a deep, shuddering breath. “Can you just lie to me real quick?”

You want to die. To be pulled under the earth and forced to live out the rest of your days in hell for what you do next.

“I love you, Bucky.”

And with one final sigh, you disentangle yourself from Bucky’s hold, gathering your things and giving him one last longing glance before you leave with your heart ripping at the seams.

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It’s your annual summer pool party, and, luckily, the sky is littered with a few clouds that block the sun every once in a while, giving everyone a much-needed reprieve from the usual scorching heat.

You’re lounging by the pool, clad in your modest white bathing suit while others mingle around and in the pool. You wish you could have fun, could join in on the festivities, and drink and laugh along with everyone else. But you can’t. You can’t really focus on anything at the moment because Aaron hasn’t left your side since the whole thing started. Eyes are always on you, and people cooing over how ‘cute’ you two are. Clearly, they’ve never been in love with someone if they really think you and Aaron are a good fit for each other.

Aaron doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself much either, constantly sighing and trying - and failing - to not roll his eyes any time someone comes up to congratulate you on your upcoming wedding happening in two weeks. And those faux congratulatory comments only serve as a reminder of knowing that you’ll be spending the rest of your life unhappy. But, maybe you deserve it.

You actually do deserve that unhappiness, what with how you’ve been treating Bucky. He’s been on your mind a lot lately, much more than usual. Because you know you’ll probably have to put a stop to the intimacy you share with him, and as selfish as it is, you really don’t want to. You want to have him, to be loved by him, but the constant pressure put on you by your parents to be perfect at every waking moment deters you from pursuing it.

And, speaking of the devil, your phone rings, chiming with the ringtone you’ve set specifically for Bucky. You’re prone to ignoring most messages and calls, but you’re always ready to talk to him, so setting a custom tone helps distinguish him from others.

‘Having fun?’

‘Bored as fuck, everyone keeps trying to talk to me.’

‘So you don’t want to talk to me?’

‘Ha ha, you know you’re the only person I ever actually like talking to.’

It takes him a minute to respond, but when he does it’s with a dumb meme with the caption ‘you’

This causes you to giggle, your mood lightening with every text he sends. But it isn’t until your mother comes up to stand over you and glare down as though she knows who you’re texting. Which, to be fair, she does. Despite the fact that she’s aloof and doesn’t seem to actually care about you, she only shows any kind of emotion - anger - when she knows you’re talking to Bucky.

“Stop texting with that boy,” she says like she’s disgusted. Which, yeah she is, she hates him. “Come on over, your aunt Sherry wants to speak with you.”

With that, she pulls a fake smile and turns sharply to lead you to your aunt. And you take your time getting up from the lounge chair, only quickening your movements when she looks back and glares at you.

“Young lady, don’t you have anything to say to Aaron?” She hisses quietly, causing you to suppress an eye roll as you turn ever so slightly to your fiancee.

“I’ll be back soon, I love you.” You say it through gritted teeth, your heart turning heavy, heavier when he responds with the same sentiment.

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It’s Saturday, exactly one week from your wedding. You’re, once again, curled into Bucky’s side as some random movie is played on the tv. You’ve grabbed Bucky’s hand, fiddling with his fingers nervously as too many thoughts of guilt start growing ever deeper. It’s only the second movie, and it’s only six, but your restlessness seems to capture Bucky’s attention in a concerning way.

“Are you okay, plum?”

His voice knocks you out of your thoughts, and when you turn to look at him you see his eyes, bright yet concerned with the way his eyebrows are furrowed.

“Ye - um… Can we…” You can’t seem to get your words out, mainly because you can’t really think too straight. All you know is that you need him to do something to curb your nerves. So, settling on the only thing that really works, you lean your head onto his shoulder and thread your fingers through his.

“Can we go to your room?”

Your tone is suggestive, giving away your intentions. And Bucky, ever the best man you’ve ever met, nods with a small smile. He leans down, his lips brushing over yours as he mumbles “yeah.”

After the night has calmed and you’re no longer wrapped in the throes of ecstasy and passion, the room grows quiet. Nothing but the sound of soft breathing and a hum every once in a while can be heard. Your head - still swimming with so many thoughts and emotions - rests on Bucky’s shoulder, one hand laid against his chest as you draw mindless shapes on his firm stomach.

“Bucky?” Your voice is soft, timid. Almost unsure.

“Yeah, plum?” He sounds tired, though clearly trying to fight sleep in order to stay in this moment with you.

You pause, sucking in a deep breath.

“Ask me.”

Bucky hums, confused. The arm wrapped around your waist starts rubbing in slow circles, fingers digging in ever so slightly as he massages the area.

“Ask me to lie to you.”

He sighs, knowing what’s coming. This is it, this is the part where you tell him you love him, he gives you one last kiss, and sees you off, watching you leave to go back to Aaron. He hates this part, loathes it. But he’ll take any part of you he can get, even if it means continuously breaking his heart.

“Lie to me, plum,” His voice is soft, and even without looking at him you know that there are tears forming in his eyes.

Here it goes.

“I don’t love you, Bucky.”

Silence. Neither of you is too sure if you’re breathing with how fast and heavy your heart is beating. Time seems to slow down, everything going fuzzy with how nervous you are. Your hands are clammy, curling into fists and then extending them, popping the knuckles.

Bucky shifts from under you, sitting up slightly. This causes you to roll off of him and lay on your back with Bucky now leaning over you, propped up on his elbow. There’s a furrow in his brow, his mouth parting ever so slightly as he looks down on you, desperately trying to find any ounce of humor.

But he doesn’t, because you’re not lying. Not this time.

Before he can say anything you cut him off with a chaste kiss, one of your hands coming up to rest on his cheek. Pulling away, you gaze into his eyes, shining with hope.

“I broke up with him.”

Bucky can’t help his soft gasp, and the tears in his eyes are for a completely different reason now. Because everything he’s ever wanted is now closer than ever. But despite the growing happiness, he needs to know what it all means, what it means for you, for him.

“What do you mean? When?”

“Two days ago, we were out at dinner with my parents. It was boring as hell and I was just looking around to drown out their voices. And to my left, there was this older couple. They weren’t talking, just eating quietly and occasionally the man would kiss his wife’s hand, but that was it. But the look in their eyes whenever they looked at each other spoke more than words ever could. They didn’t need words for people to know that they were in love. They were happy.”

You pause and sigh, stroking Bucky’s cheek with your thumb.

“And I realized that that is what I want. It’s what I deserve. I don’t want a husband who wouldn’t care about me, I don’t want my parents dictating how I should live my life, and I don’t want to have to pretend to love someone for the sake of public image. Especially when I’m already in love with someone else.”

Another pause, a sniffle, a teardrop falling onto your cheek from where Bucky still hovers over you.

“What I want is someone who will love me, someone who sees me for my flaws yet chooses to love me anyway, someone who looks at me like I’m the only person they’ll ever need. I want a love that shines so bright that anyone with eyes could see. I want a love that doesn’t need words, a kind of happiness that hurts. And… I’ve only ever felt that it was possible once in my life. There’s only one person I could ever see that happening with.”

You sit up now, prompting Bucky to sit up further so you can be level with him now. Both of your hands come up to his face, letting your eyes linger on how beautifully blue his eyes are, how hopeful and in awe they are.

“It isn’t Aaron. It’s never been Aaron. And I know that I’m awful. I’m selfish, I’m horrible. I’ve put you through more pain than anyone should go through. And I will never be able to express how sorry I am for that, how utterly broken I am over the fact that I’ve done nothing but hurt you. I’m so sorry Bucky, but I want to be selfish one more time. I want to be happy, I want to be loved. And you’re the only person I’ve ever seen that happiness with. You’re the only man I want for the rest of forever. And I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but if you’re able to, then I’ll spend the rest of my life doing whatever it takes to prove that you are all I want.”

Your head leans forward, resting against Bucky’s. Both of you close your eyes, your lips barely brushing over each other.

“It’s always been you, Bucky.”

A loud, heartbreaking sob makes its way through Bucky’s chest, and he nearly falls forward into your body, searching for your warmth. And you provide it. Your arms wrap themselves tightly around his body, pulling him into your chest and letting him cry. Part of you is worried that he’ll say ‘no’, that he’ll break and realize that he’s put up with your shit for too long and decide that he doesn’t want to forgive you, that you’re too late. But the way his arms are clutching you tighter than ever before makes you hopeful that everything will be fine eventually, that he’ll accept your apology and you can start working your way to mending things.

It takes a few minutes for him to stop crying, and the only reason you aren’t is that you’re trying to be strong for him, trying to give him comfort instead of making a mess of both of you. And when he does eventually stop crying he releases his hold on you just enough so he can lift his head. And the look in his eyes is heartbreaking, it physically hurts you. Because he looks like a little boy who’s been gone for years finally reuniting with the family he never thought he’d see again. He looks like a man lost at sea having finally found land. Desperate. Hopeful. Broken. Whole.

“I-” He coughs, clearing out the heaviness in his throat. “I love you. You already know that, and I think part of me always knew you loved me more than you said. But… But actually hearing it is just - it’s different. It’s everything I’ve ever needed. You are all I have ever and will ever need. And we’re going to need to talk more, maybe work through some things. But if you’re willing to let me love you, then that’s what I’ll do. Forever.”

Bucky leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. It’s not really a kiss, just resting his lips on top of yours and breathing each other in. And you stay like that for what feels like hours, wrapped in each other’s embrace and soaking in the reality that you’re finally going to be happy. As Bucky said, it’ll take time to get to where you both truly want to be, but you know that you’ll do whatever it takes to get there.

“Can you say it again?” His lips don’t move from yours, so the words are muffled, but you hear him just the same.

And with the way he smiles, he hears you when you mumble back ‘I love you, Bucky’.

#let me know what yall think!!#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fic #my writing

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chknbzkt · 10 months

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Mmmore Ruin Spoilers under the cut

MY MAN MONTY AND BONNIE PASSING THE TORCH TO HIM FOR THE CURRENT GENERATION OF FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT *gross sobbing*

Listen. I’m in the camp of folks that believe Monty destroyed poor Glam Bon BUT. I’m part of the sub-sect that believes he didn’t do it of his own volition

I think Bonnie was supportive of Monty trading places with him as the bassist, but something ended up happening while they were hanging out that neither of them saw the warning signs soon enough to prevent.

The virus in its early throes was still being tinkered with and engineered by Vanny and William’s combined efforts. Little pokes and prods made here and there, ‘glitches’ that would occur. Many unfortunate circumstances occurred during the months that led up to Security Breach (shit, just look at the ‘Moon makes a kid pee themselves’ incident 😭), some worse than others. The duo had to get this thing juuust right so even if any techs or engineers managed to catch onto the nasty bug, the roots would already be planted so deep that their efforts to fix things after the damage was done would be for naught.

The Vanny Virus was playing the waiting game, stalking and observing before it pounced so when it attacked? It would be the most successful it possibly could. For that, it needed to find each animatronic’s weakness. It was parsing out how best to get a chokehold on these weaknesses, as well as how to strengthen its grip after the fact. This time ‘round, it went for Monty specifically. Saw the opportunity after figuring out how close the bunny and the gator were…

The fits of rage he has in Security Breach? He’s lashing out in anger at himself. He wasn’t strong enough in the briefest moment to stop himself from destroying his friend, The Hypest Of Hype Men, the guy who’s been helping him get acclimated to the Glamrock life. And he doesn’t even know why he’d do something like that. He’s angry, and afraid, and confused, and that whirlwind of conflicting feelings is exactly the opportunity the Vanny Virus was looking for. It got him.

@/space-mantis had this genius hc that Monty literally Can Not chill out because that’s how the virus was tailored to target him specifically. Make it so nothing he does to try and alleviate the anger works, gradually ramp it up, up, up until he explodes. And he comes-to way later after his room is already in shambles. Worst thing to wake up to after blacking out, because there’s no telling if it was just the room, or if this time someone was unfortunate enough to get in his way…

Monty was genuinely chill and doing great as a glam, but ah… nothing good lasts forever

#ruin spoilers #fnaf ruin spoilers #fnaf ruin #fnaf monty #fnaf security breach #I am one of Monty’s biggest defenders ok #free my man he did all of that #but like hE DIDNT WANT TO EITHER #bzkt spkz #also absolutely crushed over what happens to him what the fuck ;_;#HES FINE HES JUST SEIMMING IN THE SPICY WATER. DOES THIS ALL THE TIME

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from-a-reckless-writer · 2 years

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i have no idea what you’ve been rambling about for the past two weeks but it sounds gay so i support

I JUMPED OUT OF BED TO TYPE THIS ON MY LAPTOP HOLD ON-

alright el, brace urself, you didnt ask for an essay but an essay you will get. OKAy, so let's start, there's a famous Filipino comic called "Darna" she's an ordinary girl named Narda who turns into a superhero, when she swallows an alien stone and yells the word, "DARNA!" kinda like SHAZAM. (there are various origin stories but basically Darna is an embodiment of the perfect warrior from the planet Marte, and the stone chose Narda as its protector.) She was developed from Mars Ravelo's Komiks and was based on Superman. So, most of her powers are like Superman's; flying super strength, enhanced hearing etc. NOW. There's a new generation TV adaptation of said comics, and its- SO FUCKING GAY. LIKE- SO SO FUCKING GAE. ITS LIKE FUCKING SUPERCORP WITH HOW GAY IT IS. actually no this is fucking worst.

here's the thing in the comics, Darna has an archenemy named Valentina, she's an evil alien, whose kinda like a gorgon, she has a crown of snakes for hair.

In the show, they made it so Narda Custodio and Regina Vanguardia (Valentina's human counterpart) are BEST FUCKING FRENS. Sound familiar yet? And jesus- so far all their scenes are so gay. Regina Vanguardia is a ruthless human rights lawyer whose goal is to rid the city of corrupt officials. She is cold and calculating to everybody else, because that is the only way she'll gain respect but her demeanor changes so much when Narda comes in. Narda is an EMT in her foundation, the Vanguardia Foundation (again, sound familiar yet?) so they usually see each other a lot in the office AND OHMYGOD THE WORKPLACE FLIRTING IS JUST??? SO GAY. LIKE? if Regina was named Reginald they'd be married with kids by now.

And now the gays are making a lot of noise on twitter to make it canon, because the actors themselves ship it, the director, and even one of the producers, but lately the production tweeted a post and captioned it with SISTERHOOD, and everybody just lost their shit. It's so fucking funny to me that Filipino mainstream media has finally learned queerbaiting ohmygod, we're so here for it. But I do truly hope they make it canon, because their chemistry really has the main hetero ship in the show, BEAT. not to mention of course the gays had already made abundant fanfics and fanart whereas the main ship still has uh none i think?

also, it would be revolutionary for Philippine TV to finally have a sapphic Darna.

so there, now you know.

for context here's a compilation of all their scenes from the fucking official youtube channel of the TV Network (they're fucking aware of what theyre doing):

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I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THEY CAPTIONED IT WITH FRIENDSHIP JESUS CHRIST heLp PLSSSS 😭😭😭

#ALSO DARLENTINA PULLED ME OUT OF MY WRITING SLUMP SO THERE'S ALSO THAT #darna #darlentina #asks

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kiriluvbot · 2 years

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VICE CAPTAINS DO YOU HEAR RATTLING THE BARS OF MY CAGE

the implications this one singular image has is fucking crazy… listen:

- sanzu/peh yan bffism is REAL. sanzu’s got his arm around peh’s shoulder, i’ve never seen him physically friendly to anyone 😭 peh and sanzu have a bond absolutely no one, not even pahchin, understands. they don’t talk a lot but they each have a strange, unsettling energy about themselves that they rub off on each other and encourage the other to feed into

- potential angry/sanzu bffism… i firmly believe if anyone knows souya aside from his own brother it’s hakkai OR SANZU. sanzu likes hanging out w him because he’s quiet too unlike these other idiots. sanzu probably knows exactly how to get souya to crack a smile, however small it is. i bet souya leans into sanzu during meetings or hangouts to whisper snarky ass comments because he knows sanzu won’t tell a damn soul

- i couldn’t even imagine sanzu and hakkai getting along in any scenario prior to seeing this image but now i’m thinking they probably practice sparring and fighting with each other all the time. maybe sanzu learned how to fight with a fucking pipe from hakkai. they’re a pair, again, or few words, but they’ve got a quiet respect for each other. brothers that take the beating for their sisters gotta stick together, you know?

- fuck. this last one has me vibrating out of my skin. the implications of a sanzu/chifuyu duo is… making me insane. genuinely. stick with me.

sanzu knew baji first. sanzu knew a version of baji that chifuyu never did. (stick with me, imagine this image is post valhalla arc, after they’ve lost baji) chifuyu knew a new baji that sanzu was unfamiliar with. a baji that wasn’t the best friend he’d grown up with. there’s a mutual resentment between them after baji’s death, because they each miss a version of baji the other had, they each feel bitter about memories that don’t belong to them.

but i think they could bond over it too. not in a sweet way, though—in a way that’s bad for them, almost toxic. they want to hate each other but they can’t, too drawn to the other begging for stories about their friend. chifuyu tells the story of baji trying to do better in school for his mothers sake and sanzu almost cries because he remembers the vivid and vicious love baji and his mother had for each other. sanzu tells chifuyu that baji has always been bold and brash, has always been thoughtful and kind, and chifuyu almost can’t bare to listen to it.

they bond over their grief. but they don’t get better because of it—i can only envision them each being the worst influence on the other. not understanding how to handle the grief, how to handle the pain, how to move on. so they indulge and encourage indulgence in their bad coping mechanisms—but they do it together.

fuck i can smell a fic brewing stick ur hand into my tokrev cage i promise i don’t bite

(in a perfect world baji and his boyfriends chifuyu and kazutora would love and adore and take care of sanzu the way he deserves)

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #toman #vice captains #toman’s vice captains #sanzu haruchiyo #matsuno chifuyu #peh yan #hayashi ryohei #angry #souya kawata #hakkai shiba #sanfuyu #OH MY GOD #happy birthday peh yan i love you dearly

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Enhypen as Taylor Swift Songs...

So @anotherimaginesaccount did something similar and gave a wonderful shoutout to my smau You Belong With Me. And so I have given myself this challenge. Let's go 😊.

Done this on my phone so no word count 😂, I'll get round to putting this through word and grammarly at some point.

Lee Heeseung as Begin Again from Red.

Hear me out on this. So begin again is all about starting again with someone new right.

This fits to Heeseung cause he had to watch TXT, ppl he trained with debut and then started again with i-land, that to with the chance that he still might not debut thru this survival show.

Literally he's had to begin again but finding the members became the people he believed he could begin again with.

Not just that, in the song there's a big emphasis on Blondies previous partner *cough Jake gynaecologist cough* being the worst and how this new person is the opposite.

To me Heeseung is the new person to each member.

He was the legendary trainee but he showed everyone thru the show how much of a wonderful guy he was.

His dynamics with each member is just so sweet and heartwarming. He's everyone's safe space and I love that for him 😭😭😭.

He's just amazing and Begin Again fits so well fight me on this.

I refuse to believe that someone hasn't had a crush on Jay atleast once.

Park Jay as gold rush from evermore:

He just has that look about him. The high school crush, everyone's friend. The happy guy in class.

But only those closest know him well and that's the members.

He's the mood maker of the group and he really does that so well.

Not just that but he's out here being the one to make sure all his 6 children are fed. (Jay in so so fun comparing himself to his mother who only had to deal with him while he's a mother to 6 kids 😂😂😂)

The lyric everybody wants you is Jay. Fight me on that.

His love for the member is so pure and true, they really are his family and it shows in how he treats them.

Literally all us engenes are the line everybody wonders what it would be like to love you 😭😭.

He's literally the thing that brings us out of our sadness.

Sim Jake as Enchanted from Speak Now:

You can't not just smile looking at Jake.

We're all wishing he isn't in love with someone else 😂😭.

Like Heeseung he has different dynamics with each member.

He literally plays with Niki and tries to make sure Niki doesn't miss out on his childhood. He's such a good person I can't.

Seeing Jake interact with members and fans is so heartwarming.

He's just a bright light in the group and deserves so much more love.

The embodiment of it was enchanting to meet you.

Man is boyfriend material to the T.

Park Sunghoon as Our Song from Taylor Swift:

He is out here making sure that the members are taking care of themselves and just being a sweetheart.

He seems like he doesnt care but he's just shy and those visuals are out of the world obviously.

I definitely feel like he would be doing everything to take care of the things he cares for.

The loudest introvert ever but that's just another one of his many sides.

Definitely think he would be the one to call a significant other baby 😂. Don't ask why cause honestly I don't know.

He gives off first love vibes and that's literally our song.

Being so in love that you don't think any song out there can measure up to your feelings.

That's how I think he feels about the members, he teases and messes with them but that's just his way of showing them he cares and loves them.

And now I want to write a first love Sunghoon fic... Great 😂😭.

The lyric the best people in life are free. That sums up Sunoo.

Kim Sunoo as New Romantics from 1989:

He is sassy and carefree, he does what he wants and doesn't care about others opinions. As he should.

I didn't even have to think about this one. That lyric just sums up Sunoo so well I can't even explain it 😂.

No matter what happens, he never gives up.

He's always smiling and he's unapologetic in what he likes which is such a breath of fresh air.

He doesn't let anything define him, he's always surprising everyone.

Sure he's known for being the cute one but that's just one side and I can't wait to see more sides of Sunoo as he grows and evolves as an idol.

He's got a lot of responsibility on his shoulders but he handles it so well.

Yang Jungwon as Delicate from reputation:

He knows his hyungs and engenes are there for him but it's still all about finding that balance.

He's made his mark as the youngest leader of a group and enha themselves have a building reputation in the industry.

He knows how important keeping up the reputation for the group is but he's out here being himself.

Loving the members, taking care of them and being taken cared of by them.

He's delicate in the sense that he has so much to learn and he's already making us all so proud of him.

But the members are here for when he needs a break, when it all gets too much.

The media and gp wouldn't wait a second to turn on the group and he knows it's a delicate line of being loved rn but then being torn down just as viciously.

But he knows that no matter how delicate the situation is, he's got the members and engenes on his side.

He is who he is and doesn't care what others think of him.

Nishimura Niki as ME! from Lover:

He's already got the accolades of being one of the best 4th gen dancers or atleast he could get to that level.

He may be the maknae but he has shown so much maturity and growth in only the last 2 years of the group.

The lyric Troubles gonna follow where I go is literally a description of Niki 😂.

For being a teenager, he is savage and still hilarious but that doesn't stop him from overanalyzing and being critical of himself.

In those moments the members are there to let him know it's okay to make mistakes. They all still love him. The fandom still loves him.

The staff and members let him do whatever he wants and that is how it should be.

Though he acts like a troll, he cares in the most basic ways and goes out of his way to show his love for the members.

His dynamics with the members vary but they all love him so much and he loves them just as much.

His self confidence is through the roof as it should be and he deserves the praise he gets.

Hed be the type to fight but then immediately make up cause he doesn't want anyone angry at him or to be angry at anyone himself.

Tagging the permanent taglist cause I did this for fun but I am kinda proud of it (took a day or 2 but I did tag y'all eventually 😂) so would love to know any differing opinions or just thoughts on this please 🥺.

And that's it. Thoughts and opinions if anyone has any.

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hi hi i’m from like one of the first toxic! megumi questions i was rlly nervous dk why, anyways! i have a few questions you don’t have to answer them all though. 1: so like i’m pretty sure megumi was the first to cheat right? correct me if i’m wrong. 2: how do you think megumi & reader could better their relationship?? 3: has megumi ever cheated on reader with any of her “friends”?

omg I probably said before but don't be nervous to talk to me ever I'm just a gworl with a computer I love talking to u guys abt stuff!! whether it's my fics or just life things :3 BUT THESE ARE ALL SUCH GOOD QUESTIONS THANK YOU NONNIE

I'm not sure if I specified how the cheating started but honestly Megumi being the first wouldn't surprise me but imagine if it was the reader 😭 I feel like if it was her he'd be like 'oh okay this is what we're doing' and then just take it too far and this is how they are where they are now 😬 (again it's been a while since I read that fic so if I specified either way feel free to let me know but adghgfdhgf). I don't know why the reader would cheat first but I think they're both very sexual people and we know they like to use it as a weapon with each other and against each other.

I think a lot of people who read this fic immediately pin blame on Megumi as being the worst and being awful and blah blah (he is) but the reader is just as bad. She can be very manipulative and cruel in that sense, she's definitely the type to use people to get what she wants and she doesn't really care who gets in her way or gets hurt. Hence why she didn't feel any qualms about sleeping with Yuuji, knowing he's Megumi's best friend. She made that decision knowing that Megumi would be pissed with them both but likely take more of his aggression out on Yuuji later down the line and destroy their friendship. The reader knows she and Megumi always forgive each other, so really, there's nothing she can do that would result in losing him. Their relationship is very toxic and co-dependent, they're addicted to each other.

I'm not sure if there is a way for them to repair their relationship without breaking up. I think maybe if they spent some real time apart to work on themselves and iron out the issues with their own behaviours and attitudes towards other people they might be able to reconcile and have a healthier relationship. However, I do think Megumi in this particular AU is very methodical and set in his ways in regards to relationships. And the fact that he knows everything he does keeps her yearning for him, I don't think he'd have any desire to change and I don't think he'd be able to keep away from her for long enough to make any real progress towards betterment.

To be honest I think he is on the yandere scale to some degree because whenever they have their little breaks he stalks her every move. Not always physically but he will almost always know where she is, what she's doing, who she's with, whether it's from following her or checking her socials or getting his friends to spy on her when he isn't around, he's got ears everywhere. He'd never be willing to let her go, I'm not sure what she could do to make him want nothing to do with her, but it's the same for her. They're very icky and toxic but they are kind of perfect for each other since they're both shitty people LMAO

Your third question is my favourite because to be honest I think the reader doesn't have friends of her own anymore. He has fucked them all. Not even because he thinks they're attractive or even close to being as hot as her. It's purely out of spite and leaning a little on that manipulation scale too because he knew after the first friend he fucked she wasn't going to leave him. And the fact that he's fucked all of her friends has completely isolated her from anyone who can make her see sense. She blames them rather than him. In her mind she's told them what he's like so they shouldn't have given him the time of day if they are truly her friends. She knows Megumi is shitty, she knows this is the type of thing he would do, so she doesn't hold him accountable. It's her friend's fault entirely.

The only friends she has now are also Megumi's friends. And they're never gonna say a bad word against him, not really. They may see how awful their relationship is but she is his property to do with what he pleases.

LOOOOOOVED these questions thank you so much nonnie 🥺 sorry for rambling I hope I didn't bore you with all of this gkfahlgahslgh love ur big brain and fun questions :P I can talk about my AUs allllll day so if there's anything else u wanna know u know where i am :3 PLS DON'T BE NERVOUS ILY BBY have a beautiful day!!!

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3, 10, 12, 22 for the violence asks

answered 3 at the bottom

10. worst part of fanon

i couldn't decide so i went into the dc tag to see what horrors may lurk within and then had to go do something else for an hour to recover. anyway i think maybe... there's this tendency in fanon to make all of the bats nice. nice to each other, nice to their teammates, nice to strangers. and they're not nice people. i don't mean that they're (all) bad people or needlessly cruel and unkind. i mean they're not nice people. they're rude and they're assholes and they hurt each other and they hurt their friends and they insult people. to make #batfam content work they need to be sweet and pleasant to one another and not hate each other and frankly that's not how it is. wayne family adventures only works because they're nice to each other! the real, canon batfamily (as in wayne family not necessarily the entire group of allies) is a bunch of people who are technically family but it's held together by spite and pipecleaners. in actual canon, dick and bruce fight all the time, and bruce says hurtful things, and jason is a mass murderer before he's ever even like, despised coworkers with any of his siblings. tim is not a sweetie who rolls over and shows his belly when bruce gives orders. dick is not a doting big brother "mama bird". babs loves bruce but she very much does not give a shit what he thinks, and he is NOT her father. they are not a nice, perfectly-balanced nuclear family. they are a bunch of horrible people with mental issues. what the fuck is a little wing i'm going to kill you

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

AMADEUS CHO. and i'm not talking champions-era totally awesome hulk amadeus cho. i'm talking incredible hercules era. off the fucking shits. calling people cunts. including government officials. taking occupied helicarriers out of the sky. destroying government property. doing it all on a modified gameboy. his weird toxic relationship with a gorgon. taking over a multibillion dollar conglomerate from the gods themselves. his best friend being a 3000 year old himbo. the coyote pup plotline. breaking into banner's lab multiple times. going to hell because he might as well. him being a cunt to total strangers. he's such an asshole you don't understand how much i adore him 😭😭 mark waid's champions amadeus was a rare flop unfortunately

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

all of it timsteph... they're so fun i love them so much... i know steph gets in the way of shipping tim with boys and interfering with yaoi is unforgivable or whatever but their relationship is such a huge part of who both of them are as characters. like they're so... sorry i don't have coherent language skills ever but they're like. you know. they. tim took steph to birthing classes. he held her baby. steph saved his life. they do crosswords together. did u know that. and don't get me wrong! their relationship had a lot of bad parts. i honestly don't think they were right for one another romantically, especially at the time. they both had a lot of growing up to do. but they love one another in a way that's beyond platonic or romantic. they need each other. steph is silly where tim is too serious and she's serious where tim isn't. they balance one another out in the best way

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

these are from the same post. i promise you someone the extent of whose interaction with batman and robin is the phrase "batman and robin" is not shipping br*dick. they don't know what that means. like, either of those words. i'm pretty sure if you told literally any normal person that robin is actually batman's son, they would be disturbed. and i promise you that your incest yaoi has bever been "vanilla" and "completely unproblematic". go outside

#p #ask game #ask to tag

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After reading some of your fics about will and alex, just wanna drop some thoughts. I hope u dont mind, and dont need to feel pressured to reply or anything, i just wanna rant. Correct me if im wrong, but im pretty sure will only knew alex for about 3-4 years not 7-8 years, a few months after he went to prison, and he started to get close with her since hideaway ONLY BECAUSE 1. Em wasnt with him (so he needed a distraction), 2. Damon hurt him (so he lost a bestfriend, bcs he felt isolated by michael and kai), 3. Because alex went through similar things with aydin (they never thought em and aydin would want them). But even then, alex and will was never close like that, no. Because if they were close, then why wouldnt alex knew will's personality, passion, motive in life etc.? I guess their relationship is still shallow af. Like this woman got shot and abandoned in blackchurch by aydin, and will (the selfish bastard he was) still didnt gaf enough about his allegedly "new best friend" and only cared about emmy. So i guess these two people really fit each other in a way lmfao!

Damon and alex were always just tools for will to not face reality and not to be alone (even though this fandom really did love to overly romanticise, sexualise and fetishise willdamon's relationship possibly bcs its MxM unlike Rika and Alex who were FxF pairing). One thing to note though, i dont think alex and damon ever truly knew will bcs it always felt like will cared about them more but they only cared about using him to enable themselves? But will wasnt innocent andhe used them too so yeah. Will had been doing drugs and alcohol even random sex even before prison/ before damon hurt him right? So i also dont understand why the fandom likes to act as if damon's hurting him was the worst because every time he was at his lowest, it was shown it was always related to emmy. Sure, did the drowning made him feel sad? Yeah, but he only wanted to die because he thought no one, not even damon the tool he used to forget emmy was there by his side anymore. Then Damon always made up by trying to control will via sex, drugs or even alcohol, so their relationship was never healthy anyway. Idk, their relationship is always icky to me. But thats not the most icky thing about the dn series so idk 😂 willdamon fans are gonna come at me for this lmfao but idgaf!

On a separate note, i feel like the relationship between the horsemen or even will and alex was always a tad bit too shallow. Granted that they like the mystery behind not knowing everything about their friends and family, it's still unsatisying to me because there were many times problems could be solved by simple communication or understanding your friend's situation. Like!! Theyre friends and family with will but they never really knew shit about him because 1. Will never took it seriously, 2. They like to dismiss will even when he brought something to the table. Like how come damon and alex who was will's "bffs" didnt know shit about will's personality and why he was in blackchurch (bc)?? And emmy just figured out that they would need aydin as an ally after a week? Theyre so fucking dumb istg 😭☠️ dumb and annoying af! Like?? I cant stand them, they be on a whole ship in conclave but they still cant figure shit out, but from whaever tidbits that em got about bc since high school, she figured that its a good place for ally... god em's the smartest in this group for a reason. Her pride might blindside her sometimes, but shes really the smartest out of everyone, even above banks. Like banks was amazing and all, but she was RAISED that way, and she perfected it later on, but em had no one to teach her, yet she still stay on top. And thats on being a lone survivor with no one to care about you while having to be the one to care about others! I think it's also bcs emmy always watch things from a far and dont get insider information so its easier for her to not get too caught up with her heart and mind about inside info of the horsemen, until she became their fam too yk.

Also when em scolded alex for not telling alex aboutwill's disappearance and alex said about its not like em would care as if alex being by will's side ever did something good for him 😭☠️ like they were literally sex addict, drug & alcohol overdose partners! They both need help! They were only enabling each other because of reality that they never want to confront (surprise surprise just like emmy but emmy handled it differently) but then they turned around and judged em, like wtf??? I cant stand will alex sometimes ngl. Like even if alex cared so what? Will wouldve died from poisoning so her presence in his life would still be useless af, along with his friends. None of them cared enough until they couldnt deal with his shit anymore and he needed to grow up now. Like alex didnt even know he went missing and people ship them??? Taking care of will?? Listen to him??? Huh??? Did she? Maybe? But only on a shallow level because how come are yall friends but yall still dunno each other as well? To me, if alex was replaced with someone else, lets say rika, it still wouldnt make much difference. Thats how insignificat she was to will's story in his own narration. Bcs she, just like damon, at that moment was just a tool for will to not be alone since he loves being around people and the one prson that he wanted most wasnt beside him then.

Its also interesting how contrasting rika, banks, damon and emmy's pov of will alex's relationship are. Rika (the initially male pleaser and apologiser) thought that they were taking care of each other and holding onto each other. Banks (the initially stupid man and preppy woman hater) thought they were just casual friends who hooked up but friendly towards each other, damon (the initially over indulging man and woman hater) saw alex as a temporary distraction, and em saw them as enablers. None show any romantic intonation at all. Only rika saw their relationship as this holding onto each other when in reality, just like emmy said, they were enabling each other before one of them eventually injured badly first. I dont know what kind of care is that, but deffinitely not something will needed. Thats why even damon said that in conclave that will never needed alex. But its also intersting how contrasting rika and emmy's povs about willalex. rika saw it like that because of her naive shallow privileged world but emmy saw that because she never grew up privileged so she did not have as much opportunity to look at this kind of dynamic in a kinder manner. Like when she kinda blamed banks about kai's disappearance. Rika and alex kinda simikar that they thought love can save all and thats why their comversation can become too icky for me.

+Tbh, blackchurch was already weird with all those rapey assault drugged jokes, so on the basis that men can be scums, why cant women, so if aydin taylor will can be shit, why cant emmy?? And people always like to act as if the women always had to be good even when her circumstances shown otherwise. No one needs to be the bigger person here. If the men can destroy, let the women go ballistic too yk. Purity culture, misagony, sexism and double standards for women is truly something else in this fandom. Anyway, these days, emory scott haters been increasing, especially on tiktok, twitter and goodreads. I hope they burn in hell xoxo, hope u had a good day! Thank you for your willemmy fics <3

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#asked and answered #devil's night series stuff #anti damon torrance #anti alex palmer #asked and answered 11

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