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thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year

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Lip Service

So i dont 100% know how it starts. I just know that eddie uses the phrase "lip service" maybe he and the gang of teens are at nancys house, hanging in the basement while the kids are at school, robin and steve both had a day off, which never happens. They're talking about who knows what, eddie lounged out on the floor, his feet resting on the couch. Probably next to steve who's sitting on the couch like a normal person. Eddie keeps gently kicking his shoudler, pressing his toes behind steve when his feet get cold.

And steve keeps shoving him away, but not too far, and he always lets eddie keep his toes there for a minute before he shoves at them. And maybe nancy has said something about eddie getting sponsors for the band, and he snorts, says something about how he'd be terrible at promoting a sponsor, that he's no good at lip service. And Steve's goddamn traitorous mouth says,

"i doubt that" with a snort as he wraps his fingers around Eddie's ankle and pushes his foot away. Only he doesnt get to push the foot away, because he freezes, eddie coughs, chokes really, and he's up on his elbows, looking at steve, his eyes HUGE. and he almost winces with how hard Steve's fingers clench into the skin of his ankle. Eddie opens his mouth to say something, maybe ease some of the fucking tension thats now filling the basement, because everyone is staring at steve. But steve is up off the couch before he can manage one word.

He's up the stairs before eddie manages to get himself right side up, and on his feet again. And by the time eddie is outside, jogging down the stairs of the wheelers porch, Steve's BMW is already speeding away. And Eddie's chest ACHES. because he knows he could catch him. Eddie's not the safest driver. Or the slowest.

But his chest is also aching because of the look that had been on Steve's face. It wasn't fear, eddie had seen him afraid. It was down right horror. And Eddie's chest was aching because he didnt know if the horror was because he'd meant what he said, and had been thinking about eddie as much eddie had been thinking about him. Or if he'd been horrified that he'd implied he might have had any thoughts like that about eddie at all.

So eddie watches his car disappear, breathing heavily from just the run up the stairs. He's still trying to catch his breath when robin steps up next to him.

"What happened? What's wrong?" She asked, noting the frown on Eddie's face. He sucks in a deep breath, fights off a cough and just says,

"im alarmingly out of shape Robs" he rests his hands on his head as she chuckles lightly, her hand on his back as they go back inside. She doesn't say anything else to eddie. And he doesn't ask. But she keeps looking at him. And it just makes his brain work harder, faster, makes his palms sweat.

Its been three days and eddie hasn't seen Steve once. Not at the video store. Not at the wheelers. Not even at school to pick up the little nuggets. He'd seen his tail lights friday afternoon, dustin waving out the window at eddie as they drove away.

He bounces on his heels as he stands outside Steve's door. Not sure he should be here. Who was he kidding, steve was avoiding him, of course he shouldnt be here. But steve wouldn't answer his phone either, and robin was no help. Just told eddie to give him time. But Eddie's brain had been running wild for three fucking days and he was about to crawl out of his skin. So he bounces in place a few more times. Then knocks on the door. He presses the door bell too, for good measure. Knows Steve's hearing isnt the best. He hears foot steps and hastily puts his hand over the peep hole. He hears a muttered,

"what the hell?" Before the door swings open, revealing a frowning steve. The frown does a strange sort of summersault on Steve's face. Briefly jumping into a sort of soft smile before he realized it was eddie and then he's frowning again. And Eddie's stomach sinks. Not happy to see him then. Great. Good start.

"Hey." Is all eddie says. Steve wobbles from foot to foot, not opening the door any further.

"Hey?" He says. A question. Sounding for all the world like he has no idea what eddie is even doing at his house. Like they havent seen each other almost every day since eddie got out of the hospital. It throws eddie off. Tilts everything. Makes him stumble. He'd had a PLAN.

"I um... i thought we should talk. Maybe? About the other day?" He tries, says it gently.

"I'm gonna pass on that. Thanks though." Is all steve says, in a rush, and then he closes the door in Eddie's face.

"Hey!" Eddie squawks.

And steve smiles, despite himself, at the indignation in Eddie's voice, resting his back agaisnt the door, dropping his head lightly against the expensive wood.

"Steve! Seriously!?" Eddie bangs on the door, it shakes beneath Steve's shoulder blades but he doesn't move.

Eddie huffs, leans forward until his head is resting against the wood, he flattens his palm on the door.

"Listen. Steve. I'm gonna... im gonna say something. Something i would never say. Not to your face. Or your... door. Hell, not even in your general vicinity. I wouldn't even say it if someone tossed me in a rocket and launched me into space. Not that anyone could hear me up there anyway cuz space is a vacuum so it would be-

"Eddie."

"Right. Yeah. Sorry. Distracted." He lowers his voice, to a near whisper.

"What i was getting at is that... I've been- can you hear me?" He gets no response.

"Knock twice if you can here me. You don't have to talk. I just want you to hear me." Eddie waits. And waits. And then two soft knocks reach his ears.

"Okay cool. Good." He clears his throat, rolls his shoulders, and tries again.

"I just wanted you know that... i can't stop thinking about kissing you. And it has nothing to do with what you said 3 days ago. This was an issue I've been having since... doesn't matter. Its been awhile." He waves his hand next to his head, dismissive though steve cant see him.

"But then you said that. and you know how i am dude, my brain just goes and goes. And i know you've been avoiding me, and thats... fine. I guess. Unless it's... i mean unless you..." he frowns, shakes his head.

"I dont know. I just thought we could talk? In case maybe... you've been like... feeling things?" He grimaces. He really should have just brought the shit he'd written down, it'd be so much easier. He sighs, runs his hands over his face. Does a little spin and groan combo before facing the door again.

"Look i just cant stop thinking about what you said. And i wanted you to know that like.. it didn't bother me, or freak me out or anything. I just... i dont know man." He sighs again, drops his head heavily into the door before backing away a bit.

"Look man you're being awfully quiet, and clearly don't wanna talk to me. So im gonna go." He takes a step down the porch, still facing the door, his chest tight with hope that steve will answer it.

"I just needed you to know that i think about you sometimes." He laughs, shakes his head.

"All the time. Just, all the fucking time now. But i uh... I'll see you around... i guess?" He mutters the last words, his heart sinking as he makes it to the bottom of the steps with no movement from the door. He sighs, shoulders dropping as he scuffs his feet all the way back to his van. He yanks the door open, the metal creaking. And then

"Eddie!" He turns, Steve's standing on the porch, his arms wrapped around his middle, eyes big and sad as he looks at eddie. Eddie stops, his hand still on the door of his van, standing wide open. He watches steve swallow. Swears he can hear it from all the way in the driveway.

"Dont go?" Its quiet, almost a whisper, and steve is all but fucking begging. Eddie stares for a moment and then slams his van door shut. He starts back toward the house. Watches steve turn and walk back inside before he gets to the porch. Steve steps aside, holds the door open for eddie and lets him pass. Eddie steps inside, watches steve close the door. Lock it. But he doesnt step away. His hand is still on the door handle. His head resting against the door as he breathes deeply. Eddie takes one small step toward him. Knows steve didnt see it, his eyes are closed.

"You okay?" Eddie asks, moving closer still. Steve scrunches his eyes closed harder. Shakes his head.

"I don't know what im doing." He says, eddie leans to the side, sees his lip caught between his teeth. He reaches out, his hand touching Steve's shoulder, he moves closer, nearly pressing himself to Steve's side, and smiles when steve sighs into the touch.

"That's okay." Eddie says, moving his hand across Steve's shoulders, soothing him. Steve shakes his head again and then moves, he turns, placing his back agaisnt the door, his hand moves to Eddie's hip, one finger dipping through Eddie's belt loop to tug him closer, eddie stumbles into steve and huffs a laugh.

"I mean it. I don't know what I'm doing with you. I've never... done this... with a guy before." He breathes.

"Girls i know. I know how to do that. But not this." He moves his free hand between himself and eddie, in the small space thats there. Eddie swallows, hard.

"I uh... i could be a girl. If you want." He winks, and it makes steve laugh, makes him tug on his jeans again, bump their hips together, but he shakes his head, smile fading, looking at eddie seriously.

"I don't want you to be girl. I just want you to be you." He says, and eddie thinks he might fucking cry. And Steve's eyes look shiny too. So eddie moves, his hands moving to hold onto Steve's arms.

"If it helps? I uh... I've never really... done anything... with guys either. Or- or girls. So just... nothing really. Over here on my end." He huffs a sort of sarcastic self depreciating laugh, and looks down, away from steve, his cheeks hot with his admission.

"I mean I've wanted too. Ya know? With guys. I mean i knew i was into guys. Not girls really so much. I mean they're beautiful, just... i never wanted them the way i did with guys. Never wanted them the way i- the way i want you." He whispers the end of it. Scared maybe he shouldn't have it said it that way, that maybe steve wasn't saying the same thing.

"Really?" Is all he gets from steve, making him look up.

"What?"

"You've never- done anything?" Steve asks, his free hand moving to Eddie's side, the fingers curled in Eddie's belt loop move, cup his hip gently, Steve's thumb moves slowly against Eddie's shirt. Eddie takes a shaking breath, shakes his head just enough that his bangs wobble against his forehead.

"Nope. Just a big ol virgin. I mean i kissed Cathey Bartlet once in third grade but it was kinda gross and i didn't really want too. And she didn't really ask me. She just sort of... shovered her mouth on mine. Sort of a bummer of a first and only kiss really." He knows he's saying too much, but his mouth wont stop, never does. But steve is smiling soflty at him so he thinks maybe its okay.

"So yeah. Maybe you've never done anything with a guy, but... at least you've done things. Lightyears ahead of me. On all accounts, probably. I mean... i read things but I'm pretty sure that doesn't count. Having an active inner fantasy life doesn't count either I'm guessing." Eddie smiles awkwardly, his fingers trembling where they're holding Steve's arms. Steve nods at him, his fingers still moving gently over Eddie's shirt.

"That's not a bad thing. You know that right?" Steve asks. One hand moving up Eddie’s arm. Eddie shrugs.

"No hey, i mean it. It's okay that you haven't done stuff. I- um..." steve flushes, a deep red, and oh... eddie likes that, he sways forward, closer to steve.

"You what?" Eddie pushes, his hands moving to Steve's biceps, fingers pressing a little harder. Steve shakes his head, eyes avoiding eddie now.

"Tell me." Eddie moves his hand, his fingertips moving to Steve's chin, lifting his head so he can see his eyes.

"Please?" Eddie asks. Begs. And he watches steve nearly melt. He licks his lips, eyes locking on Eddie's.

"I just- i like the idea that I'll be the only person who's touched you." He looks away quickly after the words leave his mouth. But he doesn't stop there.

"I like the idea of learning how to do this with you. But mostly its the first thing." He scrunches his nose and looks back to eddie.

Eddie is smiing, his cheeks flushed. And then he fucking honest to god giggles. And fucking falls against steve. Steve just wraps his arms around eddie, instinctively pulling him closer.

"Why are you laughing?" But steve's laughing now too, can't help it. Eddie's laugh has always been so fucking contagious. Eddie shakes his head, stops laughing, moves, just a little, moves his nose up Steve's throat, his hands on Steve's hips, pushes him back into the door a bit and he says

"Steve harrington. You have a fucking virgin kink. Or should i say, your kink is fucking virgins?" Eddie's breath on his neck makes him shiver, at least thats what he tells himself. Eddie pulls back, stays close, looks into Steve's eyes.

"Dont you?" He asks, his fingers giving steve a squeeze. Steve squirms and shoves his hands up the back of Eddie's shirt, his warm palms moving against eddie skin, pulling him close. Eddie fucking melts into steve, a little whine leaving his throat.

"Maybe i do. Sounds like you might be a little touched starved princess." Steve shoots back, sounding satisfied, and the nickname goes right to Eddie's nerve endings, his whole body shaking. He's pretty sure his knees are about to buckle, but he can fucking feel steve holding him up, and that just makes it worse. He clings to Steve's shoulders and says the only come back he can think of it in his fuzzy headed haze.

"Princess. So you do want me to be a girl." He huffs into Steve's shoulder. Steve laughs then, his fingers pressing into Eddie's back before letting him go a little, so he can look at him.

"No. I still want you to be you." And he says it so earnestly. Eddie almost melts again, looking into his eyes, steve lifts a hand out of his shirt and tucks some hair behind Eddie's ear. Eddie licks his lips and frowns, wants to not sound too much like an idiot.

"So um... you wouldn't mind then..." he hesitates. Steve's eyes widen, waiting. Eddie grimaces a bit.

"Teaching me... how to do stuff?" He sounds insecure now. But the way steve softens makes him, not hate it. Steve shakes his head, moves his hand to Eddie's cheek.

"No. I wouldn't mind." His thumb moves over Eddie cheek bone and he leans into the touch like a cat.

"Good. Cuz i really wanna kiss you but I'm scared i might be bad at it." Eddie bites his lip, Steve moves his thumb down, sweeps over Eddie's lip until he lets it fall from his teeths grip.

"You'll do fine. I have faith in you." Steve breathes. Eddie's heart flutters.

"What if I'm bad at it? What if I'm like Cathey Bartlet?" Eddie asks, his hands clutching at Steve's shirt now. Steve shakes his head.

"No way. Not possible." Steve smiles, his eyes locked on Eddie's lips now. Eddie's clenched fists are shaking.

"You don't know. I could be terrible. Like kissing a wet mop or someth-"

"Eddie." Steve says his name softly, silencening him gently. Eddie gulps. Eyes widening.

"Can i kiss you?" Steve asks, eddie feels his breath ghost over his lips and his eyes flutter. Eddie nods, pressing his lips together nervously before releasing them again.

"Thank you for asking." Eddie says, smiling at steve as steve smiles at him, both of them moving to close to gap between them.

"Dont get used to it." Steve whispers, his lips brushing Eddie's and then he's kissing him. Soflty at first, letting eddie get used to the feeling. Eddie can feel him smiling against his lips, especially when eddie makes little noises. Steve breaks away, brushes his nose agaisnt Eddie's. Eddie nearly panting as steve practically holds him upright.

"Does that mean you're not gonna ask when you kiss me?" Eddie breathes, his forehead resting against Steve. Steve laughs into Eddie's mouth, kissing him soflty again and says

"Not always. You're mine now Munson. I can kiss you anytime i want." Eddie shivers as steve spins them, pushes Eddie gently against the door. He pulls back, his hands pressed to the door next to Eddie's head.

"That okay with you?" He asks, like he hadn't just fucking shaken eddie to his goddamn core. Eddie's hands scramble over Steve's shoulders, clutching and clawing at him, dragging him closer as he breathes

"Yes. Yeah. Totally good with it. Never stop kissing me." Eddie says, his eyes locked on Steve's mouth. Steve laughs, lets eddie pull him closer, desperately so, and kisses him again. And again. And again.

#Fates Endless Inkwell #FEI #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie blurb #my writing #mine #my fic

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mylarena · 1 year

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i dont see enough soulmate aus so. inspired by this post by @hyperfixationwizard, soulmate au where drawings and ink on skin show up on ur soulmates skin (not scars bc there would be so fucking much going on with that and im not gonna write abt itdgthfgh)

anyways. soap has always love doodling- with anything. pencil, pen, crayon, marker, whatever he could get his hands on. he’d doodle on anything and everything. the walls (when he was a kid, mainly), paper, cardboard, desks in school, napkins... but by far, his favorite was to draw on his own skin. the thought of his work showing up on someone else, someone he was practically made for and they for him- something that they could share, something that they could keep secret and hold close to their chests- it was enough to make him giddy.

so, he doodled. a pretty flower he saw on his walk to school, curling around his wrist. a bird perched on the bench across from him at the park, taking flight on the back of his hand. the stray cat that hung out on his porch, draped across his thigh. sometimes if he didnt have a notebook with him, messy schematics and notes for devices- no, ma, thats not an explosive, he swears- scrawled on his forearm.

he never sees anything from his soulmate- he checks every single day for any new marks, any words, but he never finds any. still, he keeps drawing. it doesnt usually get to him, the fact that his soulmate doesnt give him responses, but sometimes he cant help but think too much. he wonders if his soulmate likes the drawings, which leads to the thought of them not liking them, or finding them annoying, or if they think theyre bad.

one day, he caves under his thoughts and writes his first question to his soulmate, right under a bundle of primroses- “do you want me to stop?”

he waits anxiously for hours, not knowing if he’ll be able to feel the reply, or if he has to look for it, or if there even will be one-

then he feels it- a sort of pins-and-needles sensation on his left arm. he frantically rolls up his sleeve and his eyes are immediately drawn to the letters that appear on his skin. once the writing stops, he stares with wide eyes at the single word left behind- shaky, smudged, and a bit runny in some spots-

“no.”

and so he doesnt stop.

he keeps drawing, slowly moving from small little doodles of primroses on his arms and songbirds on his hands to sprawling meadows that wrap around his forearms and ravens spreading their wings across his thighs. sometimes he adds words- always short encouragements, positive quotes, or funny thoughts he has. he never gets responses, but he knows that his soulmate is still around by the occasional ink smudge that appears. anytime one appears, he incorporates them into a drawing. sometimes its a silly little doodle, and other times he spends hours creating beautiful, complex landscapes centered around them.

for years, his soulmate holds their silence. soap doesnt mind. he knows that they appreciate his art and words. at least, thats the thought he holds onto. he never holds it against his soulmate- the whole not-responding thing. hes well aware that he can be a lot to handle; hes heard it constantly from the majority of the people in his life. he just hopes that maybe his soulmate can tolerate him more than most.

he was 14 when things changed.

he had gotten home from school, completely ignoring his parents in the kitchen and opting to power walk to his room. it had been a shitty day; he had overslept and missed the bus, causing him to be late to class, and then some dickwads from the year above him decided that he was a good target to snag lunch money from, (really? stealing a kids lunch money? why would they pick something so fucking cliche? god, get some fresh material,) and to top it all off he got a shit grade on his book report.

as usual, his solution to a bad mood is to draw, get his emotions out on a page instead of letting them linger in his mind. unlike usual, though, he decides to bypass his notebook and instead grabs a pen, chooses a clear spot on his arm.

it took a while, but he finally ran out of steam to continue- it had been nearly two hours since he began. he was about to walk over to his bed and flop face down into his pillow when he felt it- the pins-and-needles of words being written that he had only felt once before. his eyes zeroed in on his arm, right under the drawing he had finished.

“two goldfish are in a tank. one turns to the other and asks, ‘do you know how to drive this thing?’”

soap snorts, more due to the situation than the shitty joke itself- and rushes to grab his pen again. no chance he was letting this opportunity slip by.

“why was the strawberry crying?”

“why?”

“because he was in a jam.”

and so the night continued like that- they exchanged shitty jokes back and forth for hours that night, up until soap was called for dinner.

#myposting #soaptag #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghost/soap #soap/ghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #ive been writing this all day and its not actually finished but!!!#mydrabbles

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zoejanee09 · 5 months

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A Surprise? F.O

this was a suggestion

Summary: Finnick and you have always wanted to kids but you didnt when you thought was the right time so you never thought you would anytime soon but after you woke up after a very fun night with morning sickness? you take a test and you don't tell finnick until later that day.

You wake up but you quickly run to the bathroom to throw up. you hold up your hair hoping not go get anything in your hair. after what feels like forever you finally stopped throwing up and you just sit down on the floor for a while just trying to breath a bit. after a bit finnick wakes up and sees you in the bathroom. "you okay baby?" he says helping you up. you nod softly and puts your hair in a ponytail. "are you sure you look terrible?" he says feeling your head to see if you have a fever. "im fine baby dont worry." you kiss his cheek gently and walk out the bathroom to get get water for your headache. you drink a sip of water and he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your neck from behind you. "baby do you think you could get some food for tonight i was thinking of cooking?" you turn around to look at him as you ask. "yeah of course baby anything specific?" he asks smiling faintly down on you. "uh anything is fine baby." you say smiling up at him. he nods and kisses you goodbye.

Once he finally left you went to go throw up in the bathroom some more then the realization of the possibility you could be pregnant sets in. You look in your cupboard for a pregnancy test and you finally find two and you take them both and unbox them. you take the first one and you wait the ten minutes but you decided to take the second one before you look so you did so and waited another ten minutes so you look at the first and it says positive so you look at the second to verify the first one and it also says positive. you starts tearing up a bit outta joy but you hear the door to the front open so you put the tests in your pocket and you throw away the boxes and wipes your tears away. you walk to the door smiling big and you kisses finnick deeply as he enters the house with the groceries. "why are you so happy all of the sudden baby?" he laughs gently as he puts down the groceries. "what i cant be happy that my husband is home?" you laugh gently as you unpack the groceries looking at what you have to work with for dinner tonight. "you just looked so tired earlier and now you look like so happy i love it." he smiles softly as he hugs you from behind and kisses your neck gently. "alright now go rest or something dinner will be ready in about two or three hours." you say shooing him away so you can finally cook.

after a while of cooking while everything was in the oven you were able to get ready and put on the red silky dress he loves and hide the pregnancy tests in your room and you put on a bit of makeup. dinner was finally done and you set it up on the table and you walk outside to see him on the back porch. you slide the door and you walk outside to show him your outfit. "dinners ready baby." you say softly and smiling big. he looks at you adoringly and gets up. "you look gorgeous baby whats the occasion?" he says smiling big as he kisses you gently on your cheek. "i have a supirse for you!" you say smiling big. "well lets go eat before its cold." he says taking your hand and walking with you to the table. You sit across from him as you both pray and eat your food.

After about an hour you get up to go grab the pregnancy tests and you hide them behind your back. "are you ready for your surprise?" you say smiling really big. "of course!" he says. "close your eyes and lay your hands out and no peeking!" you say. he closes his eyes and you walk up and the pregnancy tests in his hand. "you can open." you say softly watching his every move waiting for his reaction. he opens his eyes and at first he's confused until he reads the words positive on both of the tests. "holy shit is this?" he looks up at you tears already forming in his eyes. "yes it is." you say nodding tears running down your face. "holy shit we're having a baby?" he says as his voice is shaky as tears of joy run down his face. "we are baby." you say waiting for him to do something. he stands up and picks you up and spins you around in joy. After a few seconds he finally puts you down and kisses you deeply and your heads rest against each other. He gets down on his knees and kisses your stomach "i cant wait to meet you." he says talking to your stomach and as you laughs softly. you kiss him once last time before you both go sit on the couch together and you rest your head on his shoulder. "you're gonna make such an amazing dad." you say looking up at him. "and your gonna be the best mother ever." he says kissing your forehead gently

A/N: i love this sm! thank you sm for suggesting this and i put sm into this anyways happy thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates!

#finnick x reader #finnick odair #thg finnick #thg fanfiction #the hunger games #finnick x oc #thg #finnick x y/n #thg fanart #suggestion #pregnancy

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first-edition · 8 months

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Sunday Love

“Southern belle”Reader x Cowboy! Bucky

(Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors)

Sum- You‘re back home visiting your mother and sister only to be introduced to your sisters fiancé and his best friend, who just happens to be town heartthrob.

CW- fluff, Fem reader, talk of scars, hint of alcohol consumption, eventual smut, p-in-v Unprotected, breeding kink if you squint, kissing, pet names, profanity. Blood, anger, cussing

“There she is!!” Your mother runs Down the stairs of the porch pulling you into a hug.

“Mama!” You smile hugging her back. The sweet smell of fresh backed pie wafting through your noise as she squeezes you.

“How’s the big city treating you darlin?” She asks excitedly. Evened since you moved out of the house you’ve lived in Vegas you barley have time to visit your family all the way back in south of Montana.

“Loud. Im uh im actually thinking about moving back here but I know yet.” You reply she smiles even wider pulling back from you.

“Where’s peg?” You ask.

“PEGGY GET OUT HERE!” You mother yells her thick southern accent drowning the noise of your car engine still running. Your bright red headed sister comes running outta the house her hand entwined with someone else’s. A tall blonde man who wears cowboy boots, washed out blue jeans with a brown belt, a white tshirt that has an American flag stitched to the shoulder sleeve.

“Y/n!” Peggy let’s go of the man to hug you. You hug her back but your eyes never leave the man in front of you.

“Hi Peg.” You reply slightly less happy than before.

“How’s the big city treat’n you.” She asks.

“Mmhm great Peg who’s this?” You ask crossing your arms and leaning against your car. A red catallac

“Oh come on y/n stop that.” She pulled your arms apart.

“Pleausre to meet you, my name is steve rogers your sister has told me mighty fine things about you.” He says. You eye him up and down as he reaches out a hand. You shake his hand a strong grip on him.

“Y/n…steve and I are engaged…were getting married.“ a huge smile embarks on her face you raise your eye brows.

“O-oh..” you say nearly choking on your own breath.

“I meant to call you but with all the wedding preparations and stuff it’s been a lot.” She says. Your eye catches someone else exiting your childhood home.

Your mother seems to take notice to your aversion and sees bucky standing on the porch.

“OH y/n You remember bucky? Dont you?” She says bringing him down the porch he keeps his hands tucked in his pockets. The dark leather cowboy hat sitting low on his head barley covering bright ocean eyes.

“James barnes.” You say

“Doll. Its nice to see you again” he says a small smile follows your face as he remembered the nick name. You walk up to poking his chest above the black T-shirt he wears.

“Last time I saw you, You were half my size and fat.” You giggle.

“Hmm last I saw you, you was mean and would steal liquor outta mr l/ns stash.” He chuckles. You gasp slapping his arm. Only leaving him with a chuckle.

“I gotta run sugar but I hope to see you tonight?” Steve says to your sister.

“Yeah of course!” She smiles smitten as they share a kiss you avert your eyes in disgust.

“Y/n you should join us tonight bucks holding a party at his ranch tonight.” Steve says.

“Mm you know im kinda tired jet lag and all so i-“

“Youre coming missy, now turn off your engine and bring those bags inside. Bucky be a sweetheart and help now would yah?” Your mom says with out hesitation he nods and grabs the suit case next to you.

“Oh becarful that super-..” you stand a bit stunned as he easily picks it up no grunts or hesitation.

“Heavy.” You finish as he turns and walks inside. You turn to your sister.

“W h a t?” You mouth. She giggles.

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The loudness of music and people yelling and laughing fill your ears. You walk around seeing kids running with cotton candy, and lemonade.

“Y/n!?” Your sister yells your name. You look over seeing her with steve.

Walking over to them you sigh.

“Hey.”

“You made it!” She smiles giving you a quick hug.

“So..what is this?” You ask.

“Buckys dad passed a way last year and he gave him the ranch and bull ring. He fixed the place up a bit and it’s more of a grand reopening.” Peggy smiles.

“Oh I didn’t know that.” You say she nods.

“Y’all having fun?” Buckys voice speaks from behind you a large smile forming on Peggy’s face.

“Absolutely my little sister just got here too!” She says.

“Im 6 months older than you.” You snidley comment.

“Bucky. Why dont you show y/n around hm?” Steve says.

“Uh yeah. You want a tour?” He asks.

“Yeah sure.” You say. Peggy giggles as you walk off with bucky.

He shows you the bullpen, the horses, the dance floor where everyone is, where the food and drinks are, and finally the mechanical bull where you see your sister riding and screaming.

You notice the entire time hes showing you around he’s stopped by girls, being asked to dance and given a few free drinks which he dosnt take.

You both take a seat at an empty table acrcross from each other. Buck sips on a beer.

“So. Why are you back in town?” He asks

“Mama wanted me to visit so here I am. And might I say I did not expect you of all people to keep getting stopped like that.” You chuckle.

“Ah yeah. Apparently if you loose your arm go through trauma and loose weight the girls of the town go crazy for you.” He says

“Dark horse type then?” You say he nods chuckling. Before starting up the conversation again a girl comes over placing her hand on his shoulder she’s red headed in black jeans and cropped white shirt.

“Bucky wanna dance with me the shuffles gonna be on.” She says

“No. No thanks nat.”

“You promised me a dance last year.” She smiles

“Yeah well we didn’t have a party last year did we?” Bucky says annoyed.

“James ple-“ she starts

“Don’t call me that and get lo-“ he begin only for you to cut him off

“James.”

He looks at you.

Nat takes her hand off him he relaxes.

“Wanna show me the barn? I’d um…I’d like to see the pigs.” You say he huffs and nods getting up to full height towering over nat.

“Come on doll.” He say leaving his beer. You get up as well he holds out his hand to you you glance back at the girl her friends now gathering. You take it in yours following him out.

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Bucky leans against the barn wall arms crossed making him look larger than before.

“So pigs? We don’t got pigs.” He says you giggle and nod.

“I know. It’s just. You looked awfully uncomfortable with her you know her well?” You ask he nods in reply as you look down kicking around a loose rock.

“We dated for 2 months after my dad passed. She’s a real….Real, peice of work.” He says taking his hat off about to hang it up on the side while running his fingers through his hair.

“Can I see?” You ask seeing his hat holding out ur hands.

“Mm” he replies handing it to you see the scores black leather with a metal peice around the base. You put it on and it dosnt sit quite right as his head is bigger that urs.

“Howdy.” You say lowering your voice tucking your thumb into you pocket to mimic Bucky. He chuckles rolling his eyes.

“The names Bucky doll im the town heart throb and I’m super strong and ignore everyone except y/n.” He chuckles standing up from his relaxed posture.

“I ain’t gonna dance shuffle with no girl becuase I’m a dark horse. Ooh!” You mimic before almost falling but he catches you keeping you up. Chest to chest.

He tilts the hat up to see ur eyes.

“Th-thanks.” You say his blue eyes boring holes into you.

The space between you closes with his lips on yours. Before he can pull away again you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer to your he inhales as his arms pull you in by your waist.

Walking you back. Your back hits the wall of the barn as his hands explore your waist. You hands find his hair pulling gently at the locks leaving a grunt to leave his lips.

“BUCKY!?” You hear someone fainting yelling his name. You can feel the frown on his face before he pulls away.

“BUCK!?” The voice gets closer printing him to pull away. And turn his head to see Steve running into veiw drenched in something.

“SHES GON WILDE NAT IS DESTROYING THE BAR.” He exclaims Bucky immediately leaves you and his hat and rushes out with Steve.

Running into the back nat is holding a crow bar smashing it across the bar table and legs causing beer and glass to spill everywhere. People run out others try to stop her. Slipping in liquid or almost getting hit by the winging crowbar.

“NATASHA! STOP!” Bucky yells at her.

You run in seeing her destroying everything bucks dad had worked for. She picks up a chair throwing it at bottle cabinet making everything fall and crash to the floor.

She turns rage filling her only to se you wearing buckys hat.

She grabs a bottle and chucks it at you you shield your self with your arms which the bottle smashes against casing you to fall.

“THATS ENOUGH!” Bucky says grabbing the swinging crowbar in his left hand the metal against the crowbar ringing when it hits his hand. With his other he grips nat by her hair pulling her to the entry of the bar the crowbar in his o th we hand as she squeals in pain by his grip. The Barr doors open revealing four police men who were called erlier

They immediately take her from Buck in hand cuffs dragging her out screaming he drops the crowbar and hurries to you where your sister and Steve already are.

“F-fuck.” You whine as blood pours from your arm shards of glass sticking out of it.

PART 2

#bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes one shot #cowboy #Cowboy Bucky barnes #bucky smut #sebastian stan x you #bucky x female reader

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significant-ace-nnoyance · 4 months

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How do you feel about Leah Sava Jeffries as Annabeth Chase, and why should we throw Leah a huge parte for being the annie we always deserve but never got much of

HELL YEAH ARE YOU KIDDING ME LEAHBETH IS THE BEST THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME THIS ENTIRE YEAR OH MY GODS AND GODDESSES im fully self aware that "i look like i would have been an annabeth kid" and its because i FOR SURE WAS WHY WOULDNT ANYONE BE she is The Character the MOMENt the ICON of the AGES and leah is adapting her energy to screen so ???? perfectly ?????? like did rick just shake the book and she fell out ??????? what sorcery is this?? ??????

no but in all seriousness leah is killing it as annabeth and its super clear that she did her research and understands the character (in interviews she talks about how she read annabeth povs in later books and did research on greek mythology and athena so she could understand the lightning thief not just from percys pov but from annabeth 🥺🥺 she so annabeth coded irl i adore her) and it genuinely shows like ive microanalyzed all her expressions because her facial acting has so much DEPTH and LAYERS and OH MY GODS leah deserves all the parties and we are so privileged to have her as our annabeth chase <3 imagine being that talented at like 13

im super excited to see what additions she makes to the character in this adaptation!!! already i think she's really highlighting annabeth's battle strategy smarts over just booksmarts which EVERYONE ALWAYS FORGETS ABOUT SHES NOT JUST A BOOK NERD SHES A FUCKING GENERAL HEAD OF THE ATHENA CABIN MOST FORMIDABLE DEMIGOD AT CAMP AS A 12 YEAR OLD the duality is giving me LIFE and i love how she gets to boss around percy and grover (leah also talked about loving to get to be in charge and competitive as annabeth which shes SO REAL FOR THAT shes such an annabeth type) BUT ALSO YOU ALREADY GET TO SEE HER VULNERABILITIES AND INSECURITIES AND THE WAY SHE CARRIES HERSELF THAT MAKES HER SIMULTANEOUSLY COOL BUT ALSO IS A REFLECTION OF TRAUMA AND POOR EMOTIONAL COPING yeah basically shes not just giving us annabeth shes giving us annabeth but MORE and its making me understand her character BETTER and in a NEW way (and if you have anything to say about her portrayal in the show i will genuinely pull up with a full ass powerpoint slideshow because IF YOU MEDIA COMPREHEND FOR TWO SECONDS AND KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER CHARACTER IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE AND ITS SO JUICY AND JALKDJFKBL)

i think about that shot of her looking at percy using medusas head through the screen porch ALL THE TIME. and her delivery of "grover can you tell your friend to pull himself together" LIKE THATS WHEN SHE TURNS TO HER PROTECTOR FOR HELP AND IT HAS A LITTLE BIT OF A SASSY IM-BETTER-THAN-YOU-PERCY VIBE TO IT BECAUSE SHES HIDING THE FACT THAT SHES SCARED AND UNCOMFORTABLE TO TALK ABOUT HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER UNAVAILABLE MOM (and percy sees right through that just as she sees right through percy and oh my gods if i get started on percabeth ill never shut up)

anyways thanks for giving me an opportunity to go on a mini rant about leahbeth i could say so much more because when i say ive analyzed every frame my girl is in i am NOT joking

but ill just end by saying that anyone who is upset by show annabeth being black literally did not understand her as a character or the percy jackson books in general so they can stfu and get their little butthurt wrong opinions out the door bc they dont belong here anyway <3 rick and becky also talked about how they hired black sensitivity readers to help write annabeth's blackness more authentically into her character in the show so very much hoping that they do that well! and im overall just super excited to see what changes they make to adapt my favorite character to a new era, a new medium, and a new audience!

go treat yourself to some leah interviews because i actually adore her and will protect her and annabeth (though arguably theyre one and the same) with my life <3

#god i coudl talk for hours but ill stop #sorry for hte long ass post but honestly whats the point of tumblr if not for me to be autistic on main about annabeth chase #omg i still remember the moment they announced annabeth and grovers casting #i litearlly slapped and hand over my face and was like no way no way no way THEY FUCKIGN DID IT OH MY GODS #ltierally thank the gods every day that we got the perfect trio based on actual voice and personality <333333333 #anyways bestie i will talk leahbeth w you anytime we should throw her a party because she is actually eating up this role #the sass #the emotiosn #the Generaling #will never get over her in her armor THAT IS MY QUEEN RIGHT THERE THAT IS THE ICON I REMEMBER FROM MY CHILDHOOD #they ltierally just stole annabeth from the books but made her better #and by that i mean like rick has a chance to rewrite her for the modern era and make her characterization cleaner and tighter #esp becuase APPARENTLY people missed the point the first time #annabeth haters actually make me so fucking mad if think about it too long ill explode #BUT WE DONT HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THEM BC WeRE GETTING A TRUTHFUL ADAPTATION OF ANNABETH AND THE TRIO AND THEY CAN CRY ABOUT IT #YIPPPEEEEEEE #time to rewatch episode three #im not going to survive the tunnel of love #or the discussion in the vegas truck if we get that #leah sava jeffries #SHES TRENDING!!!#leahbeth #annabeth chase #leah jeffries #annabeth #percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #i love the mispelled tag #pjo <3

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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Anything with reader and jon please? 🥺

Y E S !! will always love writing pre season 1 reader n jon <3

enjoy !

“im sorry, do you live here?”

the boy, who had been awkwardly standing on the wheelers porch, turns around in fright. he lets out a small squeak and you wince. you hadnt meant to scare him.

“sorry!” you say, putting your hands up so that he knows youre not a threat. “sorry, my mom always says i walk too quietly. it unnerves her.”

the boy doesnt say anything, he just stares at you with wide eyes and you get a sense that hes never really been spoken to by a girl before.

this is definitely not what you had in mind when your mom sent you to go pick up dustin tonight.

itd been a hellish week. you moved from virginia to indiana in the most boring thirteen hour drive of your life. your body was still sore from the ride, but the second you guys had arrived at the new house, dustin ran out the car doors and chased after some kid on a bike.

the two of them immediately became friends. dustin informed you his name was mike before he ran off to go play at his house, leaving you and your mom to unpack the car alone.

eventually mikes family came to help, their daughter, a girl your age named nancy, shyly introduced herself before running away back to her house. you were too tired to pay much attention to it, and too angry at the world for why you were even stuck in hawkins, indiana in the first place.

which leads you to now. standing on the wheelers porch with a boy your age who seems absolutely terrified of girls, unsure where your brother even is.

“so…” you try again.

the boy seems to snap back to himself. “oh! no, uh. no i dont live here.”

“okay… so why are you here?”

“right! uh, picking up my brother. will. hes best friends with mike.”

his nervousness makes you smile a bit. you nod at him and extend your hand. “my brother dustin is inside, too. we just moved in today. seems like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, then”

he shakes your hand, though tentatively, and his fingers are warm around yours and have a kindness to them. “im jonathan byers.”

“y/n henderson.”

your hands linger together, and jonathan gives you this crooked smile, the kind thats almost mischievous yet shy, and you find that you love it. it suits his face.

some hair gets in his eyes and he quickly snatches his hand away so he can fix it. “stupid wind.”

you giggle. “oh, im sure it hates you.”

jonathan lets out a small laugh. “you tease all your friends like that?”

“mhm,” so he thinks youre already friends. you think youre okay with that. “get used to it, byers.”

“something tells me i’ll have to.”

warmth spreads within your chest and the two of you stand on the porch with only a street lamp as your light. shadows dance across jonathans face and you know already that you feel comfortable around him. he understands your humor, he seems to like it, and hes kind. a bit shy, sure, maybe uncertain, but kind.

youre about to ask him if he likes comics when the door flings open.

“my mom said to tell you guys to come inside already.” nancy says. she looks between you and jonathan, her eyes alight with curiosity.

jonathan ducks his head down. “oh, right.”

“thanks nancy.” you grab his hand and shove him inside with you.

youve long decided to keep him by your side, and judging by how happily he follows along, how he tightens his hand around yours, you know he feels the same.

and, in a heartbeat, jonathan byers becomes your best friend.

#ask #anon #come home blurb #m’s writing #m speaks #set before season 1 !#theyre babies in this #I WANTED TO DO THEIR BACKSTORY SO BAD #RAAAAAAAAAAH #MY BABIES

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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aita for moving a (small) table?

OK this is a pretty minor thing but I still feel a bit guilty about it. As of writing this Halloween was yesterday, and this took place on Halloween evening.

So, every year on Halloween my parents go to my sisters house to see my nieces, and I stay at their house to give out candy in the front yard. I like to have some fun with it, so I wear a little grim reaper costume, and use a 'spin the wheel' style randomizer app to tell visitors supposedly how they are gonna die.

(Except its all funny slapstick stuff, and I have a normal cute fortune telling option for the little ones)

This year I wanted to add to it a little bit, so I decided to wear my roller skates with my costume and do some dancing and tricks while people walk up to make them laugh. (I have been doing roller skating as a hobby most of my life)

While I was getting changed, my mom brought out the table for the candy and a chair out to the driveway, which was a very nice thing of her to do, and I thanked her, but explained that I was actually going to move it up to the porch since the driveway was slanted and I would just roll down it on my skates.

This is where some context is needed about my mom, she is a victim of brain damage twice over, and also has OCD. Relevant to this story, her specific brain damage means that she has trouble regulating emotions, as well as difficulty speaking. Her difficulty speaking leads her to becoming particularly frustrated when she feels like someone was not making an effort to listen to her properly or was ignoring her.

All this to say, when I said I was going to move the table, she said no,no, it has to be right here. Dont move it. I figured she had become "stuck" on this (it's a common type of thing that she does, although im not entiely sure how to explain it) so I just agreed to keep it there to her.

Still,though, I wanted to dance, so I figured there would be no harm in scooching the table up once my parents left, and brought it back before they came back. Except, they came back early, and my mom saw the table in a different spot and became very agitated with me for ignoring what she said.

And I do feel bad about it, because I did it anyway knowing that these things that might seem small to others really can bother her a lot, and she is particularly hurt when ignored. She's over it by now and i apologized, but I'm still thinking about it. Was I being an asshole? I did intend to put it back, I wasn't actually ignoring what she said, I was paying attention, I just wanted to be a little goofy for the kids while she wasn't there anyway. Idk.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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Dancing in the Rain w/ Gangle, Jax, and Kinger (real world au, TADC)

specifying fandom for this one because i kind of want to do this for creepypasta too hush hush the follies of being a multi fandom blog its now 4:30 uhuhuhuh and i still havent sleep as im still chipping away at my roblox tycoon i am on that GRIND i put this through the wheel and i kid you not it landed on gangle 4 times in a row.... so i guess gangle gets to be here!

JAX:

youre going to have to beg him to step out into the rain... its not that he doesnt want to dance with you, its just that he doesnt like being cold or wet... even worse, cold AND wet...euuck! but with enough coaxing i think he would come and join you... but only for a minute...! and he sticks true on that because he doesnt want to be sick... though interestingly enough he tries to bring you inside with him.. under the guise that he doesnt want to have to deal with you being sick too... aw he doesnt want you being sick, hes just wording it in his own way... but... he did look happy when he was out in the rain with you, even if it only lasted for a moment. dont bring it up because it will lessen the chances of him doing stuff like this with you

KINGER:

i think he would try to coax you back inside because he doesnt want you to get sick, i mean he would take care of you in a heart beat but he would rather you not get sick... maybe this might be self projection, but i think after the events of the digital world and escaping, he has... some level of agoraphobia, so stepping off of the porch of his own home can be... stressful... but i think, for you he would take that step forward. because he loves you, and you look so happy and you keep calling for him to come dance with you. you both waltz together in the streets, in the rain.. he holds you as close as someone can, closer than he ever could in the digital world thanks to being reunited with his arms

GANGLE:

she would follow you outside the second you say her name... if its something you want to do, gangle is not far behind, because she wants to experience it with you. call it foolish or reckless, as i personally hc gangle to have a weaker immune system (and perhaps even being immune compromised..?) so her sticking out being cold and wet for an extended period can open the window.. but yet here she is clinging onto your chest and her cheek nestled into you. for just a moment you both just sway there... you can hardly call it dancing... you dont stay out there for long, taking gangles health into consideration... but i think once youre both dried and warmed up, you return to your swaying indoors

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x reader #jax x you #jax imagine #kinger x reader #kinger x you #kinger imagine #gangle x reader #gangle x you #gangle imagine

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x gender neutral!reader

spoilers: set in season 6

Welcome Home

“Okay, so, fun fact! For as long as I can remember, I’ve never been able to sleep without a blanket of some kind over me. I dont know whether it’s a comfort thing, or a safety thing, but I cannot get comfortable without a blanket.” You told Daryl as you skipped along the train tracks beside him.

The two of you were on a run together, Rick had asked you to go with Daryl because he’s been itching to get out of Alexandria since the moment the group arrived there, he just needed to be outside for a while. Being the most optimistic person in the group and the easiest to talk to made you the most likely candidate for not only going with Daryl, but wanting to. You considered yourself friends with everyone in the group, but by no means were you and Daryl close, at all. He didnt like to talk about himself, so you figured you’d start a conversation with him about yourself to make it easier on him. You were good at that.

“You get cold or sum’?” Daryl questioned your reason for needing a blanket. He wasnt looking at you, choosing to keep his eyes on the trees at either side of the tracks. When he nodded towards a clearing in the trees, the two of you headed into the forest.

“It definitely isnt that, more often than not Im too hot with a blanket on me, but I still cant sleep without one. Guess that childhood belief that the cover would keep me safe from the shadows never left me!” You laughed at yourself, and Daryl scoffed.

You knew he wasnt exactly enthralled by the conversation topic, but lighthearted things were one way of getting a degree of response out of him. As long as you werent prying for information about him, he was open to a little talking.

“Oh! And another thing! Ever since I was a kid, I have dreamed of having a cape!” You blurted out another random fact about yourself, and Daryl let out another scoff-laugh. That time, he couldnt resist looking over his shoulder at you quizzically.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Why’d ya want a cape?” He asked.

You beamed at him. “Well, a hooded cape is essential for any wizard in disguise!” And with expert timing, you winked at him and bolted into the first empty shack you’d found since leaving Alexandria.

“Ay! Wait up!” Daryl called, running after you, while you laughed ahead of him.

Roughly six months have passed since that pivotal interaction between you and the sweetheart redneck, and the two of you have been close friends ever since. He finally realised that you being able to make conversation with anyone, didnt exclude him. You were his preferred run partner, and you chose to spend a lot of time with him, because you found him very interesting. He’d never initiate hanging out with you, obviously, so it was up to you to find him and start a conversation about whatever crossed your mind. Daryl never felt more relaxed than when you started talking about the most random shit.

“Hey, you down for another run?” Daryl asks as he jogs up to where you are sitting, counting bees on the flowers by your front porch steps.

You jump to your feet and dramatically swoon. “Oh, Daryl Dixon, I thought you’d never ask!” He rolls his eyes at you, and you laugh. “Gimme a minute to pack, I’ll meet you at the gate!”

Even if the run doesnt ask for it, the two of you always prefer to find a place to hang your hats for the night. It’s a nice break from everything and everyone. Despite loving the people around you, you have a high appreciation for the comfort of your own company, and Daryl’s.

“Ah, home sweet home!” You breathe as the two of you step into an abandoned house that you’ve never been in before. It was a tradition of yours to refer to every place you found as home, because the building doesnt matter, the feeling of home can be felt almost anywhere to you.

The two of you set the house up, blocking exits and barricading yourself in a second floor bedroom, right by a window. It was unlikely that you were going to be seen, and you had taught Daryl something very valuable: by barricading yourself into a room, you will definitely hear if someone tries to get in, as a result of the noise caused by trying to break through whatever you use to barricade the door. By having a barricade, the two of you can sleep at the same time, nobody has to keep watch. It took Daryl several runs to believe it, but now when he’s out with you he doesnt even think twice about it.

The two of you flop down on the floor, either side of the window, and Daryl starts digging in his bag. He pulls a blanket out and passes it to you, something he‘s made an effort to bring for you every time you go out on a run together. You smile at him and reach into your own bag, pulling out your own blanket, and the two of you swap, laughing at each other and the inside joke. You bring your own blanket, and Daryl brings one for you, so you always end up swapping them to accept Daryl’s gift, and even though you know he always brings one, you still always bring yours, to give to him.

Staring out at the night sky, you sigh. “I really dont know how I’d feel if the world went back to how it was. Everything would be so...loud.” You meet his eyes. “Is it wrong to prefer the world the way it is now, at least a little?”

Daryl shakes his head. “Naw, ‘s not wrong. Yer makin’ the best of what ya’ve got, and right now we’ve got it pretty damn good.”

You smile at him. “If the world went back to how it was, we wouldnt be able to hang out like this, we’d have to get jobs!”

Daryl scoffs, shaking his head and looking out of the window. “Naw, I’d still be out there.”

You giggle. “Running from taxes, stickin’ it to the man!”

Daryl chuckles at you. “Damn right.”

You rest your head against the window frame. “I mean, we’ve got a weird mix of the before in our lives now. We’ve got houses, a neighbourhood. It’s kinda the best of both worlds.”

Daryl nods, and you know exactly what he’s thinking.

“You dont like it, you arent used to it, and I get that. Houses have never felt like home to you, and that isnt your fault. You arent the odd man out, Daryl.” You take ahold of his hand, and his eyes lock onto yours as you continue. “But home isnt about the houses, you know that, and soon you’ll figure out what home means to you. You’ve just gotta open your heart to the world a little, and let yourself see what you dont want to believe is there.”

Daryl shakes his head. “Naw, I know what ma home is.” He squeezes your hand, but lets go so quickly and starts digging through his bag again, you wonder if he even meant to squeeze your hand. Before you can ask him what home is to him, Daryl is holding out a folded blanket-type thing to you.

You frown at him. “What’s this?”

Daryl gestures to you to take it. “Fer you.”

You smile at him, still frowning in confusion as you take the gift from him in the dark. Unfolding it, you gasp. Immediately springing to your feet, you wrap it around yourself and squeal excitedly, before turning back to Daryl, who’s still sitting on the floor, staring up at you.

“Oh, Daryl, it’s wonderful!” Your eyes are misty with tears as you pull the hood of the cape over your head, collapsing into Daryl to give him the weirdest standing-to-sitting hug imaginable, but it’s easily the best hug he’s ever had.

Last week, Daryl went on a run without you, he gave you strict orders not to go with him, he was very stern about it. You sulked when he got back and he had to put on a stupid accent to make you laugh so you’d talk to him again. He refused to tell you why he’d gone on a run without you, and eventually you stopped prying because he’s just too good at keeping things to himself. Now, you know why.

“Thank you, so much!” You sniffle into his neck, and Daryl rubs your back.

“No need t’ thank me, ‘s essential fer a wizard in disguise, y’know.” He replies, and you both laugh. You cant believe he remembered your exact words, your childhood dream.

You fall back onto the floor beside him, but this time the window isnt between you, you’re shoulder to shoulder. Except your hooded head is now resting on his shoulder.

“I hope you realise that I am never going to take this off. Im going to sleep in it, eat in it, shower in it. Oh yeah, you can bet your sweet ass I will wear nothing but this cape in the shower.” You tell him, and Daryl chuckles, but you can tell that your mention of you wearing nothing has flustered him.

“What did you mean earlier, when you said you know what your home is?” You ask him, having your hopes up for what the answer is, but still wanting to hear him say it.

“You know what I meant.” Daryl replies, his voice quiet, by serious.

You nod against his shoulder, staying quiet for a moment before you speak up again. “You never asked.”

Daryl sits up straighter, thinking he’s done something wrong. “Asked what?”

You lift your head from his shoulder and look at him. “Why I call every place home.”

Daryl’s eyes are burning into yours, searching for an answer that he hasnt even asked for, he cant find the words.

You smile at him. “It’s because wherever I go, I’ve got the human embodiment of home right by my side. Sometimes he isnt next to me, but he’s always nearby. And as long as he’s there, I’ve never felt safer; I’ve never felt more protective of anyone, because if anything threatened the safety of my home...I dont know what I’d do. He’s the best thing to ever happen to me, and there isnt a damn thing I wouldnt do to make him smile.” Pouring your heart out to him ignites feelings in him like no other, every word you say sinks into Daryl so slowly, he knows he’ll never forget a single one.

“Wha’s his name?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper now, the two of you already leaning in.

You bite your lip, your eyes darting from his to his lips. “Oh, I think you know.”

One of Daryl’s hands reaches inside your hood, around the side of your neck, his fingers sliding through your hair and pulling your lips to his impatiently, but not roughly. When your lips meet his, Daryl feels his chest erupt, his mind finally understanding the ‘fireworks’ feeling he’d heard so much about in the movies. Your own hand wraps around his wrist, and you lean back until you’re fully lying on the floor, Daryl’s lips never daring to leave yours as he effortlessly falls over you, holding himself up with his other arm. He parts from you briefly, and you’re instantly leaning up to place kisses all over his face.

“Welcome home.” Daryl’s voice rumbles before the gravitational pull of your lips pulls him back to exactly where he needs to be, where he belongs. Home, too.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #x reader #the walking dead #twd #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

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erasawordsmithofsorts · 2 months

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this is a really long post and you dont have to read it, its more of a word vomit towards the end but its really detailing my experiences with 5sos c: (its kind of sad but it means a lot to me that i finally put this into words)

i love 5sos. like a lot more than i could put into words. i have such a long and extensive history with this band that its just so much, like.

ive been a fan of 5sos since july 15th, 2014. i was 5/6 years old sitting on the front porch of my grandma's house with this girl i was friends with. she showed me some of their songs and i was in love. i didnt stop listening to them for years, they were my everything. idols, best friends, family, everything. and the only reason i stopped listening to them ever is because of some really heavy traumatic events that happened to me when i was 8-10 years old.

fast forward a few years, i start dating this guy. this guy really liked 5sos, he got me back into 5sos. my brain was so traumatized, it blocked out most of my memories with this band, with the fans of this band, etc. and him getting me to listen to their entire discography? yeah that brought them flooding back.

yet i still stayed, with him and the band again. this guy became really toxic. we argued every night, he blatantly ignored my needs, he got mad at me for getting more 5sos streams than him, he made fun of me for only listening to their old stuff. he acted like i hadnt told him, "hey, some really fucked up things happened to me in 2014-2016 and i forgot pretty much everything from those years so i kind of obsess over them"

but me and this guy were ldr, my mom took my phone, i texted him through a friends' phone. he starts cheating on me. i come back, my mom is having heart surgery, and he tells me i have to break up with him. so i do.

i break up with him, i go through the shit, i get pissed off, i get upset, i cry. i cry a LOT. and for a bit i didnt listen to 5sos. and then i get back into 5sos, because im not gonna change who i am at my very core because some idiot guy who was 'there first' made it about him. i'll make it about me again, i will obsess over it, i will go back to being six years old crying on the front porch with my best friend. i will go back to being a kid who didnt know why people didnt like her.

and i did. im back there, im who six year old me dreamed of being. sure, i have my days where the only thing i can do is cry and try not to hurl myself down a flight of stairs, but im still here arent i? ive made it to the age i always dreamed about being, havent i? im still absolutely in love with the same exact bands, the same exact places, the same exact aesthetics.

5sos is why im me, like that is such a beautiful and poetic thing to me. im still here because of a band, im still here because some guys that at the time were across the world gave me some motivation to keep going? of course im gonna love them. of course im gonna advertise the shit out of them. of course im gonna know every detail i possibly can about them.

like, i mean yeah, i took a little break. but i was forced to by my own brain. and even then, what helped me start healing form that trauma? 5sos. what helped me start healing from that breakup? 5sos.

tw for s/h + suicidal stuff under the cut! its nothing bad bad, just mentions attempts and stuff but its talking about getting better :3 tl;dr in bottom of the cut!

its so weird to say that "this guy who doesnt even know i exist, saved my life" but its true sometimes. like i was in such a bad place when i was younger that i couldnt function. yearly, i was being checked into psych wards. they never helped. i tried therapy, i tried medication. nothing worked.

and then 5sos came back into my life and i finally felt whole again. i finally felt like i was me again. i had been self harming since i was in the third grade, and once you cope like that for so long, its really hard to stop.

but i finally made the decision to get clean, i finally said "enough is enough, i dont want to be like this anymore. i wanna live and be healthy, i wanna live and be happy, i wanna wear shorts, i wanna wear skirts, i wanna wear short sleeves and tanks, i want to wear dresses without sleeves that show my thighs a little. and would ashton or luke or michael or calum really want me to do this to myself? no, no they wouldnt, get your shit together era." and so i did? i got it together, i made my life work. i started looking for the good again, i started behaving like a little kid that knew no bounds again, i started acting my age. i started loving me again. and thats powerful? thats metal as fuck.

the app that i use to track my clean streak has a section for "reasons to stay clean" i have pictures of my friends, my animals, and most importantly, the guys that finally inspired me to pick myself up off the floor and put myself back together.

because i did, i really had to scrounge up the broken pieces. i really had to dig deep and try and piece them back together. and it took work, and im still working on it. and even though ive been clean from s/h for three months, the urges are still there and every time theres just that little voice in my head that takes on ashton's that goes "hey dont, its not the right way." and every time i feel like the world is over, like i dont have anything else, it's always just a reminder.

there will be something else, no matter what theres gonna be something else. no matter what, the suns gonna rise again. no matter what, something good will come of all your pain, all your struggles, all your heartbreak, all the tears. the sleepless nights, the trauma, the guilt, the anger, the fear, the sadness, all of it. it means youre human, it means youre alive. it means good things are gonna happen, you just gotta wait for it. you gotta pick yourself up and keep going. keep fighting, keep running, keep walking. hell if you have to, keep crawling. keep crawling while youre crying. dont look back, youre not going that way. think of how far your faves have come, think of how your younger self wants to know what theyre gonna grow up to be. think.

its not over, it will never be over. pain is human, youre human. youre experiencing life as it was meant to be experienced, its okay to have off days.

tl;dr 5sos + me have been together since i was six and ashton irwin has quite literally kept me alive and from destroying myself mentally and physically for nearly ten years. cool beans bro

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sosfam #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #michael 5sos #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #word vomit #stream of consciousness #late night thoughts #era talks about 5sos saving her life for the second time #era's blog #era posting #-era

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its easter but i dont care! i like to imagine halloween is celebrated in various parts of the common wealth. how would the companions celebrate it with sole? once they have some down time of course. by the way i like to imagine piper, nat and sole host and act in a haunted house attraction or something, what do you think?

I'm putting this in a modern AU so I can go wild, because I had two very specific ideas in mind that I needed realized. a candy for whoever correctly guesses which two im referring to 🍬

Companions and Halloween

Cait; Fucking loves scary movies. Will call all her willing buddies over for bloody marys and whatever shitty takeout they desire, and binges shlock films she finds on obscure horror fan forums. This sometimes backfires and they find a 2003 indie psychological thriller that ends up being too much to handle. When Halloween actually comes, goes to festivals, carnivals, etc... It's the one holiday she actually likes. Dresses up as iconic 'final girls' and gets annoyed when people don't recognize it. Went as Lady Grognak once and got a bunch of girls' numbers.

Codsworth; You bet your ass he's making the best homemade candy in the CITY. This is his Olympics, his Chomolungma/Sagarmatha (commonly known as Everest), his very own Great British Bake Off. Decorates the lawn and sets up picnic tables, has food and drink available. Preston helps him run the shebang with Sturges, Sole, and sometimes Deacon. Will dress up simply and cutely, depending on if he's a person or still a robot. If a person, his costumes are from cartoons, like Steve from Blue's Clues. If a robot, will become a floating pumpkin.

Curie; Her friend group has banded together to keep her from handing out fruit to kids. She only sometimes obliges. Will opt for healthier options, still. Sometimes goes to Codsworth's block party,, if she isn't too tired. Curie herself really isn't into the aesthetic of Halloween, but she likes the fun. She just doesn't like the color schemes. Curie doesn't have time to get a costume, so she just wears her doctor's garb when answering the door. To celebrate for herself, will make pumpkin pies, PSLs, and watch cozy kids spooky movies. Calls or texts Danse to make sure he's okay, as she knows the holiday is a source of stress ever since the...incident...

Dogmeat; local children trained him to run up to porches, snatch the unattended candy bowls, and run

Danse; Counts down to the day like the nukes are gonna drop. Curie once confirmed that the mere mention of the holiday raises his blood pressure. His brain just...can't do it. The thought of someone knocking on his door makes him nauseous. Dressing up...he's too uptight, he'll admit. Pranks always suck, regardless. Not even as a kid did he like Halloween. Hancock and Sole dragged him to a haunted house once and, uh...yeah. Don't take your easily-overwhelmed friend with PTSD to a series of dark corridors with flashing lights, loud, sudden sounds, and people jumping out. Danse takes a week off work, gets in his truck, and camps in the wilderness until society is safe to return to.

Deacon; BEST. HOLIDAY. EVER. Deacon plans all year for it. Every day of October has its own costume. He LOVES volunteering at haunted houses or festivals. It's just such a fun time, man! Gorges himself on PSLs to be 'ironic'. Carries massive candy bars for anyone who recognizes his increasingly obscure costumes. Deacon lives and breathes the spooky. Decorates his house with a new theme each year. Once commissioned a giant model spaceship 'wreck' on his roof and had alien corpses spread across the lawn. Would enter any costume competition he could fit in the schedule, if he wasn't banned.

Gage; He likes Halloween for one reason, and one reason only. When he was a young boy, he hit a growth spurt overnight, way ahead of his peers. So, before Halloween, a local farmer, hosting a corn maze, offered him a job in the maze as a slasher. Maybe it was destiny, or maybe that job helped Gage who he is. But to this day, even if he isn't as spry, Gage finds a haunted maze, and sends them his Chasing People Through Fields resume. There is no greater joy, to him, than hiding around a corner, hearing those poor, poor teenagers whine it'll be cheesy, this is lame, it's so fake...before he goes a'huntin'. It's exercise, it's therapeutic, and it makes for good conversation.

Hancock; His house naturally looks spooky, so he never has to decorate. Very pleased with this. Joins Cait for movie night with MacCready, Piper, Sole, and Preston, and always eats too much. Hancock spends a stupid amount of money on the good Halloween candy, and is part of the "Curie, Fuck Your Apples" gang. Will hide in her bushes and hand out the good shit to children if Piper can't talk her down to at least fruit gummies. Once, trying to be a friend, got Danse out of the dingy, dark hole he calls home, and into Pickman's Gallery, an annual haunted house. Thought it'd be fun, spontaneous, help him live a little.

Hancock didn't know folding chairs could...bend...

MacCready; Matches his costume to Duncan. Attends Cait's movie night. Once had a Parental Panic Attack at a movie involving babies in danger and now Preston has to screen everything to make sure its clear of child murder. MacCready himself goes hogwild with the candy. Makes pumpkin-shaped, pumpkin-flavored food. Takes Duncan to the festivals and carnivals, really wants him to not end up like Uncle Danse, who handled active warzones better. Mac tends to buy what he can afford, which means the cheaper, variety bags of hard candy. At least it isn't apples, Curie.

Nick; As a theater kid and bisexual, Halloween is like his second birthday, behind Valentines day (which isn't his actual birthday either). His costumes are tasteful, inspired, thematically appropriate. His favorite is the classic vampire, with a long, flowing cape, a high collar, and lots of shiny buttons. Carries a giant sack of candy and toys, wanders through the neighborhood, helps lost kids and keeps an eye out for unsavory types. Always ends up having to chase Dogmeat down after he swipes a candy bowl.

Piper; Saves up all the money she can to spare on the after-Halloween candy. Really into campfire smores with ghost stories. Also joins Hancock for haunted houses. Once, on accident, went into Gage's corn maze and recognized him by his build. Hid from him by staying on the blind side. Texted him videos of him charging past her after other maze-goers. Received a "🖕". Piper doesn't go all out on the odd occasion she dresses up. Tends to use clothes she already has. Is the spokesperson for the Fuck Apples gang, tries to talk Curie into something less...shit, each year. Doesn't hand out candy, takes Nat out trick-or-treating. Ends the night at Codsworth's, nothing like a hot dinner after a cool evening walk through the neighborhood.

Preston; Tired mom friend. Goes out into the woods looking for Danse when he doesn't answer his phone, makes sure he rejoins society, doesn't go off the grid. DD after movie night at Cait's. Wasn't into Halloween as a kid, but he participates as an adult to spite people who think adults can't celebrate it. Preston helps Codsworth handle his block party, and buys toys and such for kids with dietary restrictions. Dresses as either a cowboy or a revolutionary soldier. Went as a green toy soldier once and is still finding paint smears in his house. Sturges did warn him.

X6-88; Conflicted on Halloween. On one hand, childish. On the other...full of potential, possibilities, opportunities. He likes the chance to legally frighten people and have it be socially acceptable; he does not like people knocking on his door. He doesn't like pranks, but enjoys the theming and aesthetics. He dislikes the costumes, but people don't bother him dressing the way he does naturally (spooky and Terminator-esque). Eventually, settles into taking simple pleasure from it. He doesn't do much to celebrate himself, though. Not on the 31st, at least. No, no, no.

The real holiday is November 1st.

November 1st is a professional sport, as for as X6-88 is concerned.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #hancock #porter gage #codsworth

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cupoftaae · 9 months

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Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ Epilogue .....

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

A/n- this takes place years after the previous chapters.... I hope you enjoy it m'loves.

-Nini

Taehyung was your one true love.

And that was always so obviously apparent to onlooking eyes.

"my love...I don't think those are for you to pick-"

"shhh" Taehyung reached up and grabbed another apple from the tree, tossing it into the bowl he carried in the other hand.

You two had recently made an expensive upgrade from your small city apartment in Busan to a small cottage house in Gwangju.

Your mothers health had not been the best within the past year, and it became difficult to travel over to her so often, so Taehyung made the decision to move closer for convince, now she was more accessible.

He also appreciated the smaller atmosphere of the country side, he actually had a yard now, which he was going to take advantage of immediately.

You've only been in the new house for a month and a half and he's already burning bridges with the neighbors, who are a much older couple and dont seem too pleased with the idea of 20 something year olds living beside them.

"didn't they "accidentally" mow over your new flowers?" tae points out, as if its some competition with the 62 year old husband next door.

"he apologized" you cross your arms, watching your boyfriend pick from their fruit trees.

"we need a fence" he suggested, proudly showing you the bowl of fruit. "what? you are upset?"

You raise an eyebrow as he stands beside you.

"we can make apple pie, baby!" he smirked and walked to the side, entering your house as you giggled, following behind. Apple pie does sound convincing, you have to admit.

He walked to the kitchen and placed the bowl down, smiling at you as you picked up Yeontans toys scattered around the living room. "you know.." he adjusted his farmers hat that he insisted he bought so he fit the role of the town, "im gonna build you that porch swing you always wanted"

"yeah?" you giggled, listening to his voice from the other room.

"and I'll build you a nice white wooden fence around here.." he points out the window, "so we can have all our privacy, and then I'll build you a treehouse, so when we have kids we can hang in there and we can paint it and-"

You hug him as you walk into the room, taking his hat off as you put it on yourself. "youre so caring and considerate, my love"

Taehyung blushed and hugged you back, "because I love you"

"i love you too, country boy" you poked his chest, smirking. "and you know we can build the tree house now, why wait for kids? we can have fun in there I think. Put a tv up, snacks, pillows-"

"I dont think thats a good idea" he raised an eyebrow

"taehyung we arent gonna have sex in the tree, stop it" you giggle, looking at the apples he picked. "what time do we need to leave?"

He turned to look at the clock, "um, in an hour"

"oh shit, Im gonna go get ready now"

"you do that, lil lady" he teasingly smacked your butt as you left the room.

Taehyung informed you that he was taking you out on a small date tonight, but refused to disclose exactly where or why.

It was not often the two of you got to go out together anywhere, He had to transfer jobs when you both moved, meaning he went from a college art teacher, to a full time elementary school art teacher, which was in his words, "more enjoyable then teaching college kids".

Meanwhile, you were lucky enough to join the arts and culture center as an activities director, meaning you helped out plays and performances as well as acting in them. It wasn't too different from your job in Busan, the only real change is the people you worked with were much younger and around your age, which helped make you feel more comfortable.

bottom line, You and Taehyung were working all the time every day, leaving weekends the only time for you two to be alone. So when he told you he had something planned, you didnt want to question it too much, instead, you wanted to appreciate it.

A while later, you both had hopped into the car, he drove to the unknown destination while you put lipstick on in the overhead mirror of the passenger seat.

"please dont hit the pothole, I want to look good not like a clown" you mumble, lining your lips with the dark red coloring.

Taehyung giggled and looked over, "you do look good, baby, seriously" his hand rested on your thigh.

"did I overdress?" you look at him, "you wont tell me where we are going so I assumed to wear something sort of nice?"

He nodded, "you look amazing, not overdressed, promise"

You trusted his word as you pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant that reserved near a small lake, it really was beautiful, and for someone who grew up near the area, you've never seen or heard of this place before.

The sky became dark as you two walked in, he smiled and made sure to hold your hand, his cologne creating a comforting aroma for you.

"hi! reservation under Kim" he mumbled to the woman as she checked the laptop.

"for 3?" she looked up

"yeah" taehyung glanced at you nervously as you raised a brow.

"three?"

You followed the waitress to a window seat where you were met with your mother sitting, she had a wide grin plastered across her face as she saw both of you two.

"mom?" you giggled, running over to hug her as she sat in her wheelchair

Tae smiled softly as he stood behind you, a hand on your lower back before he hugged your mom too. Once you both sat down, you stared at taehyung waiting for an explanation as to why, although a pleasant surprise, your mother was here on date night.

He cleared his throat, "I just thought we could all use a night to just sit down and eat without having to worry about cooking" he smirked, your mother trying to hold in her giggle as she agreed, "yup"

You seemed confused, you didnt mind cooking a dinner for everyone if she wanted to come over to your house, but you suppose its the thought that counts.

Throughout the meal, you all shared small conversations that seemed casual, other than the fact your mother and taehyung kept sharing similar glances, making you suspicious.

"is there some kind of joke I dont know about?" you suddenly spoke up, pouting as you took a bite of potato.

"no baby, why do you say that?" he asked, reaching to hold your hand

"dunno.." you shrug, looking around.

Taehyung began to grow more nervous and fidgety as the night went on, even more so as you excused yourself to use the restroom.

Your mother put her hand on his back, whispering, "dont be nervous, taehyung, youre giving it away you know" she laughed

Taehyung ran his hands over his face, "ahh I know but...what if she-"

"she loves you, she wouldnt have put up with your shit this long if she hadnt"

"true..." he chuckles , sitting up as you return to your seat.

"lets order dessert" your mother suggested, making you nod and smile

"good idea, do you guys wanna get the ice cream float and we can all share it? its pretty big.."

Taehyung was suddenly too anxious to even speak casually as he looked at you "yeah, sounds good." he spoke flatly, his eyes drawing to the live band that sat across the room you were in. He smiled and got up, walking over to them as you and your mom discussed dessert.

"hello, do you take requests?" he whispered, hopeful.

"we do!" the man cheerfully replied, taking his earpiece out so he could here the young boy. "what would you like to hear?"

Taehyung looked back to make sure you werent paying attetion, "well...um, do you guys think could play this?" he showed him his phone

Return to me, Dean Martin

That song held a certain significance in yours and Taehyungs relationship.

every couple had a song, and that just happened to be yours.

He had a deep love for music from the 50's, constantly playing vinyls throughout the house that echoed most nights as you came through the door after a long work day.

You loved to consider Tae a classical romantic, the kind to make you a cd with all of his oldies on his after you two get into a fight, which he's done before.

Taehyung returned to the table, smiling at the dessert on the table as you lifted the spoon to his mouth, "taste it baby, its so good"

He chuckled, taking the spoon and wiping his lips, "that is good my love"

He reached out to hold your hand over the table as you began talking, your mother couldn't help but tear up at the sight of how much love was budding between her daughter and this boy so obviously.

The current song playing through the restaurant came to an end, and taehyung nervously swallowed his wine, his foot bouncing not going unnoticed to your eye.

The gentle instrument began, alerting you immediately as you stopped mid-convo with your mom to look around, gasping, "tae! its our song! they are playing our song!"

Return to me Oh my dear I'm so lonely

He smiled gently, looking across at you as your face lit up. God, you were so beautiful. "yeah, it is..." he mumbled, eyes only drawn on you.

Hurry back, hurry back Oh my love hurry back I'm yours

you turned to your mom to explain how you and him always hear this song on the radio, like it follows you everywhere.

"lets dance?" he gently nudged your hand, nodding towards the center of the room where much older couples swayed slowly in the dimness.

You blushed, "now..?"

"why not, baby?" he took one last sip of his wine, hoping to gain any courage he could as he stood and grasped your hand, slowly leading you away from the table to the floor.

Your mother pulled her phone out and filmed, if you werent so caught up in taehyung right now you would have noticed her not-so-slick grin.

His hands rested on your hips, pulling him closer as you looked up at him, blushing once more.

"why you always so shy, baby?" he whispered, nudging his nose against yours.

"im not" you reply, giggling

"mm yeah you are"

You shook your head, swaying with him slowly as you rested against his chest. In that moment you heard his heart beating rather quickly.

"why is your heart beating so fast?" you whispered, closing your eyes."

For my heart wants you only Hurry home, hurry home

"is it?" he played dumb, resting his head against yours.

The softly played music and warmness of his body against yours made you almost forget where you were. You didnt care if people stared, you felt so in love in this moment, and almost protested for another song as it came to a close.

Retorna me Cara mia ti amo Solo tu, solo tu, solo tu, solo tu Mio cuore

Taehyung took a deep breath and exhaled, spinning you around slowly as he looked at you, in a way youve never seen before.

"taehyung?"

He smiled gently, the instrumental playing in the back as the floor cleared out.

"Y/N" he whispered, grabbing your hand as he slowly sunk down to one knee. Your heart froze, hand covering your mouth as you immediately caught on.

"y/n"....he looked up at you with eyes so nervous yet hopeful, you wanted to cry out of the amount of love you had in your body for this boy. "I...Ive loved you for so long, you are my other half and have always been. Without you, theres no way I would be here today as the person as I am, you make me a better man, and I cant imagine going a single day without you beside me" he was now crying as he spoke, the entire room watching with careful eyes, "we know eachother better than anyone, and all I want to....all I want to do baby is love, and spoil, and take care of you for the rest of our lives. Let me make you mine, forever, my beautiful girl" he whispered as tears of your own fell.

Suddenly his previous behavior made sense, watching him reach into his back pocket to pull out the small black box.

As a little girl, you dreamed of this moment, the moment someone will love you enough to offer you their life and promise to treat you with care. You began to fear that moment would never come, but now as you stand here with the love of your life, looking at you so passionately with the ring in his hand as he patiently waited for your response,

It was straight out of a fairy tale.

"will you marry me, beautiful? and let me pick apples for you for the rest of time?"

You giggled, wiping away your tears as you nodded quickly, "y-yes, yes! over and over again, yes" you have him stand so you can kiss him, the room erupting in applause as you do so.

He kissed you deeply, pulling away and pressing his forehead to yours, "I love you..."

"I love you too.....so much"

You watched as he slid the ring onto your finger, making everything seem so real. "oh, wow...this is so beautiful" you sniffed, leaning against him as you looked at your hand.

"yeah? you like it baby?" he smiled, kissing your head, "im glad"

You made your way back to the table to hug your mom, who, by the way, was an absolute mess.

"I filmed it all" she spoke, wiping her teary eyes.

"were you behind this, mama?" you giggled, kissing her cheek as she nodded, "you know I always am"

You looked at taehyung as he sat with you two, nodding.

"about a month ago after we moved here, I spoke to your mom about me proposing, and she gave me her blessing under one condition..." he trailed off

"that im here to see it" she finished softly, making you smile sadly.

"oh mama..." you sniff, hugging her again.

Your mothers health has taken a turn for the worse recently, leaving things a lot more difficult for you. Time and life is never a given, so for taehyung to go out of his way to make sure she was here to see such an important moment, knowing how much it means to you, made you love the man even more....if that was possible.

"thank you" you whispered to tae, looking at him with teary eyes.

He wiped them softly, kissing you delicately. "My baby, I love you so much"

Once the night was over, you and Taehyung were sat inside of your house once more.

It felt different, like someone flipped a switch and suddenly life was a lot brighter. You still had your entire future to see, and now taehyung has just promised to be there with you, and to share each beautiful moment. Things could not have been lovelier.

"I cannot wait to be your wife"

"and I cannot wait to be your husband"

You giggle, brushing his hair back with your fingers as your eyes glued onto his, the bed was warm, large blankets covering your bodies.

"I seriously.....dont know what I would have done without you. I never assumed I would marry my best friend" you whisper, thumb brushing his cheek. "Im lucky enough to have known my person my whole life"

He smiled warmly, palm placed on the back of your hand. "we dont have to worry about what ifs, or ever fear being lost again, yeah? I'm never gonna leave you"

You kissed his nose before nuzzling into his neck.

"I adore you...and I cannot wait to see all of the adventures life has in store for us" he mumbled, rubbing your back.

"I cant wait either....i just hope everything goes smoothly"

"oh things will be crazy, we attract crazy" he teased, earning a laugh from you, "but we can handle it.....we always do."

"yeah, we do" you whisper, looking down at the shiny ring that now sat proudly on your finger.

it symbolized a new chapter in your life, and God, you were so ready to enter it headfirst with Taehyung. Through thick and thin, you were his.

Let the story begin.

A/N-

AHHHH im kind of sad this is over, I apologize if this is rather short, but I wanted to keep it quick and sweet because I didnt want to add too much plot into the finale. There will be a drabble series following their life coming soon, I already planned it out and im so excited for it! Thanks again to my amazing followers who read my chapters weekly and support me, I love you all so much and I hope we can all have this experience with future works I put out.

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@turnthepageandbeburnt @taebangtanbabe @borahaexoxo @lelefoodlover @tan-veee

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #kim taehyung fanfic #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 10

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Marc and Steven from Marvel's Moonknight, Bottom Gif: Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 | female

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Marc Spector/Steven Grant/ Jake Lockey (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU), Dinah Madani (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Billy Hargrove (ST), Steve Harringotn (ST), Dr.Sam Owens (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers(ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Jim Hopper (ST) Nancy Wheeler (ST), Lucas Sinclair (ST), Dustin Hednerson (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Jonathan Byers (ST)

A/n: Here we go shits goin down just wait till i make billy and Y/n fight

Warnings: Guns, fighting with Billy, chaos is a comin around the corner.

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So you rushed to get the kids at school, driving quickly to the middle school.

Parking in the first spot you seen just in time as the bell rang.

You got out and quickly went to stand by the bike racks.

Mike was the first out, and certainly in a rush.

"Y/n-"

"We need to go." Y/n deamnded.

"No. I need to go to Will's house-"

"Exactly," y/n spoke picking his bike up with ease.

"Hey!" Mike argued, Y/n carrying it to the car and putting it in the back, "Thats my bike! Be careful!"

"Kid! I could give less than one fuck about a bike. Hell. I'll buy you a new one- I know about Will."

Mike looked up at her as she closed the trunk.

"You know about the Shadow Monster-"

"Yeah. Fucker had will draw me." Y/n informed, "Where are the rest of your friends."

"They dont know Will's been seeing it. Just. I do." Mike told, "Im just going, we lost Dart."

"Dustin's pet?" Y/n asked.

"I'll explain on the way."

The two got in but a hand slammed ontop the car on her side.

"You." Billy growled, "what The FUCK is happening. You were just arrested a few hours ago! What did you tell them?"

"I dont have time for this-"

"Oh no- You're gonna fucking answer me!" Billy argued, "Now Y/n!"

"Stay in the car." Y/n told Mike as she got out slamming the door closed.

"I suggest you back up Billy." Y/n threatened

Real names were being used, this was getting serious

He took a step forward they beyond invading personal space now, "Or what."

"Watch yourself." Y/n warned.

"What did you tell them?" Billy questioned once again.

"What? Bout you?" Y/n argued voice raising, "about what your dad does? Bout there Shit justice system. About how you Let it happen-"

"Shut up. Now." He demanded.

"Why? Because you cant swallow the fucking truth?-"

He grabbed her forearm, face leaning in closer.

"And whats the truth."

"You already know the truth: You came to me I helped but you asked me to stop- to not cross that line, yet you know in a god damn heart beat I'd cross that line for you. Its at the back of your throat but you wont swallow it." Y/n argued, "Now let the fuck go of me Billy. Before I break your arm."

He threw her arm to the side, both still in each other's face: "I fucking hate you," he deemed.

"I'll go cry about it then." Y/n shot back turning around to get back in the car and starting to drive off.

"You're dead to me Castiglione! DEAD!" he shouted as she drove off.

You drove off in heavy silence, Mike afraid to even talk

But you obviously distressed.

"You...okay?" He asked.

"Yeah...Yeah nothing I can handle..." Y/n lied with a smile, "Remember. Secret Supehero."

He looked over at her, "Why do older people lie to everyone?"

Y/n sighed: "I don't know."

It was silent the rest of the trip.

You had said you'd cry about it to Billy in sarcasm, but soon as you let Mike out the car to go to Joyce you sat on the porch trying not to cry

Hopper was leaving, shove over his shoulder when he spotted you

Dad mode?

Yes

He took a seat next to you, handing out a pack of cigrattes out to you

"Should a cop be giving a teen a cigratte?"

"Yeah well. We do stupid shit when we're upset." He explained as she took the carton, "plus I was a teenager once."

"Thanks."

She pulled out one and lit it with ease handing it back to him.

"Don't make it a habit."

"I wont." Y/n told rubbing her face, "You know. I moved from New York to Hawkins for some peace."

"Seems like the chaos followed you." Hopper told as he lit his own cigratte.

Y/n chuckled under her breathe, "Chaos follows me everywhere."

"Me and you both kid." Hopper spoke, taking a long inhale of his cigratte before blowing the smoke out his nose.

"Come on." He spoke.

"What?" Y/n asked.

"Come on. Lets go diggin."

Odd but. You follow him anyways

This time he didn't put you in hand cuffs.

And he took you to the farms.

You both got out and he told you to start digging

"For what? Roots?"

"No. Just dig until you hit something." He explained pulling out a pistol, "You know how to use that?"

"Revolver, Sam & Wesson. Model...67?" Y/n spoke looking over the revolver, "Sorry. 66."

He looked at her surpises as she tucked it in the back of her jeans and grabbed her shovel starting to dig.

"Well? Are we diggin? Or are you standing there?" Y/n asked.

He'd proceed to dig with you, making small talk along the way

He actually laughed when you told him you had done what you had to Neil Hargrove

Hopper explained he never liked Neil and that you beating Neil up kinda had made his week.

Apparently from what you could piece together: Neil had said he touched you: got into an arguement over something and it escolated.

He said it was good that you knew how to defend yourself

"My dad taught me." Y/n explained, they both take a small break sitting in the hole "but I have a feeling you don't like him."

"Barely know the guy." Hopper told her.

"I think it's about Joyce." Y/n spoke, "Ya know. Pretty ol Joyce Byers."

He rolled his eyes, smoking his break time cigratte.

"Hard to let someone go you love kid."

"I know..."

"thats what she wants and shes happy. Thats the only bad part. You think you can make her even happier but it doesn't get better than that kid." Hopper lectured with a stretch, "Don't think I've seen Joyce so happy before."

Y/n nodded standing up grabbing the shovel again, they both getting back to it.

"It plays out how it should in the end." Y/n spoke up, "Right?"

Hopper nodded, "Right."

The two contuined digging themselves what could of been there own graves

Tossing dirt over there shoulders and up top till Y/n hit something

"Here."

They both quickly dug and pulled at the black vine like goo

Creating an opening.

"What in the name of America's ass..." Y/n spoke dipping her head downward into the what she assumed was tunnels.

"Fuck- what are you doing-"

Y/n dropped in, with ease. If she was going to be involved might as well as be invested.

She landed on her feet looking both ways Hopper dropping in behind her.

"Well I'll be damned..." Hopper aspirated they both shocked at what was surronding them.

You only pushed forward Revolver in hand

Hopper stopped her, he cutting off his sleeves

"Airs toxic." He explained as she took it from him tying it around her head to make a makeshift mask.

"Just like my realtionship with Stark." Y/n sighed pulling a small flashlight from her boot.

The thing about being in front is your use to Frank keeping up, or you keeping up with Frank

You're use to fast pace, you can sight see later

So when you push on and loose Hopper you're kinda fumbernucked

"Chief!?" Y/n shouted looking around, "Cheif!"

"Oh fuck...I should of listened to Marc..." Y/n sighed contuining on, "what are the odds he's down here with his bird mother fucker..."

She looked around, but the shouting from Hopper caught her attention, she quickly rushing after him.

"Cheif! Cheif!" Y/n shouted looking around "Cheif!!"

Y/n looked down feeling something wrapping around her ankles, "Fu-"

She was pulled by the ankles and too the ground, being dragged down a tunnel.

"Fuck! I just wanted a Normal fucking school year!" Y/n protested in anger as she tried to grab onto something. Her shouting only echoning in the distance.

Meanwhile Dustin was trying to find SOMEONE ANYONE to help him

He was knocking on the Wheeler's door. Just to get an uncaring answer from Mr.Wheeler

"Son of a bitch, you no help at all." Dustin complained walking away.

"Lanuage!" Mr.Wheeler complained shutting the door as Steve had pulled up flowers in his hand he muttering to himself.

"Yeah. I made a mistake. Okay. These are an apology gift for Y/n but I dont know what Im apologizing for even though I do but nothing happened at the halloween party just. I dont know how to tell her what did happen." Steve muttered to himself, he going to ask Nancy for help, and for an apology to Y/n herself, Steve felt like Nancy could atleast do that, "yeah makes sense...:

"Are those for Mrs. Wheeler?" Dustin spoke up.

Steve looked up, "what no-"

Dustin grabbed them, "hey! Man-"

"Do you still have that bat?"

"What?"

"The one with the nails?"

"Yeah. Why?" Steve asked.

"I'll explain on the way lover boy. I need to go to Y/n's house."

So Dustin explained it to him, how he kept a baby demogorgin, and how he named it Dart

And how it REALLY didnt like you

Like. Despited you

"So?" Steve spoke, "You're freaky little pet didnt like Y/n-"

"Im assuming it'll go after her, and she doesnt know anything about the-"

Steve immediately floored it, driving faster to her house.

"Dude! Calm down!"

"If that thing Kills her Henderson, I'll make sure she drags you down to the grave with her!"

"Okay! Okay!"

They make it to your house and Steve bangs on the door.

Frank answers it, cup of coffee in his hand, must've just gotten home from work.

"You better have a good reason for-"

"Is Y/n home?" Steve asked frantically.

"No." Frank spoke, "She went with you last night-"

Matt joined Frank at the door.

"Is something wrong?" Matt questioned, "Y/n's not with you?"

"She's most likely with Billy-" Steve brushed off, "Yeah. There..."

"Probally out at a party." Dustin finsihed.

"Y/n hates parties." Frank argued.

"Yeah! But you know Y/n always the...life of stuff! We're gonna go." Dustin contuined as they both quickly walked away to Steve's car and quickly drove off.

"I'll get my suit." Matt spoke walking off.

Meanwhile your still stuck in the Upside down, hanging upside down, blood rushing to your head as more vines hold your arms straight down.

"What a bunch of a holes leaving me upside down...like atleast sacerfice me in a cool way."

"Hopper!? Hopper!?" A female called from the distance, it was Joyce.

"Oh thank god!" She cried out, she must've gotten Hopper out from wherever he was trapped.

"Kid! Kid!"

"Im here!" Y/n called, "Over here!"

The small group walked towards her, "Who's that?" Y/n asked.

"Im Bob. Im a friend of Joyce."

"Hi Bob Im Y/n. Joyce is dating my dad."

"What are you doing?" Hopper asked.

"Oh Just ya know. Hanging around with Mephisto's sperm." Y/n stated in a matter of fact tone, and glared at him, "What the fuck do you think Im doing!?"

So they helped you down and all of you luckily got out of there of course after being fuckin jumpscared by some guy in a hazmat suit

Your so done with different relams

Cant you just call Dr.Strange for this to be done?

God you wish

When you get out you're panicking seeing what's clearly a goverment operation

But then Will goes into what you can only describe as a severe seizure

Fuck the goverment now.

Wills in obvious pain and your main focus is to get him up and okay

But as quick as you go to help him your shoved away.

Unlike the others you actually detained, despite everyone's shouting for your release.

You fighting them to the best of your ability without severely injuring anyone

But they detain you anyways

And wow. Hawkins Lab who could of guess

There violent with you, or alteast of the verge of violent

They scrub you down with a damn hose while your in cuffs, they've cuffed your ankles.

This is beyond you just knowing now. They have to know something else.

And your chained to your chair, you had bit someone so they muzzled you

A doctor walked in, older man.

"Hello Ms.Castiglione." he spoke tossing a thick file on the table, "what do you prefer?"

Y/n glared at him, "Ms.Castiglione? Or Ms.Castle?"

She didnt answer as he sighed, "Perhaps Ms.Russo?"

"Fuck. You." Y/n spoke, venom dripping from her lips, "My name. Is Y/n Castiglione my father is Franklin Castiglione. I don't know a Russo. "

He nodded, "Alright. Lucky for you it was just a side research on my part. No one else knows."

Y/n was quiet as he opened up the file, "Multiple Premeditated and Conducted Murders. You're quiet Bust Ms.Y/n. I do thank you for taking down that molester slash serial killer, just before you moved to Hawkins. Horrible person he is."

"What do you want? Me to be quiet?"

"Infact. Yes. But I don't think that'd be a problem. With all your...past lets call it?" He explained, "Now I could care less about your track record. Wipe it clean for you if you do me just one small favor. Both you and your dad's track record."

"What."

"Why does this...entity. lets call it. You know. Where you were trapped?"

"The upside down." Y/n filled in.

"Sure. Yes." He went along with, "The upside down. What connection do you have with it?"

"It tried to kill me." Y/n told, "thats the only connection I have to it. Not a good one if you ask me."

"Why is it scared of you?"

"Shit." Y/n spoke leaning back in her chair, " why arent you asking yourself that? Aren't you afraid of me? You're the one threating my track record."

He shifted in his seat: he's uncomfortable.

"Now." Y/n spoke standing up, chains falling off her body, she pulled the muzzle from her face, red lines showed where it once pushed deep into her skin, "Shall we? Doctor-?"

Y/n looked at him as he sat in shock, she leaning in closer.

"Owens." She spoke, "Doctor Owens. Can We go? If its afraid of me. Dont you want me out there?"

He took you around the Lab, you thought you were going to see Will but ended up with Hopper

Both given hazmat suits which you decided against and just took a respirator.

Thats when you seen it for the first time.

The gate.

Unlike Hopper or the others you did hesitate to go and walk up to it.

It was like an infection, that spread throughout a body and that body was loosing

You reached your hand out but it retracted immediately and spread else where.

"What the fuck..." y/n laughed looking back at Hopper who had been yelling at her the whole time to get back.

But did you?

You walked through the gate, becausw fuck it at this point

You still dont understand how this place, or thing, or whatever is afraid of you

Can a place be afraid of you? That just doesnt sit right

Unless this Shadow Monster affecting Will is controlling this place

That would make more sense, but why?

Hopper was yelling at you to be careful when you realized it and rushed back through the portal

It knows who you are and if it knows who you are, it knows who your dad is what you both are.

You demanded to know where Will was, and Dr.Owens wouldnt tell you, so you pulled a gun from a gaurd on him.

Eventually you got it out of him and rushed to see him, Dr.Ownes behind you

Will was surpised to see you, and so was Joyce who quickly stood infront of Will's bed.

"Leave now." Joyce demanded.

She knows, "Joyce. Mrs.Byers. please. Let me explain-"

"Explain what?" She questioned, "That you killed people. Both you and you're dad!? The Punisher!? Really!?"

"Mrs.Byers those people had the right to die!" Y/n argued, "you don't understand-"

"No. I don't!-"

"Mrs.Byers. Please. Those people killed children." Y/n explained to her, her expression seemed to let up just the slightest, "Its how I ended up with Frank to begin with. He has my back, and I have his. I may have killed people but I wouldn't lie to no one. Especially not you."

"Why wouldn't you- Frank. Tell me." She asked, genuinely heartbroken.

"I. Its not something you can go flashing around." Y/n explained, "Look. You know me. You know my dad. Frank. My dad loves you and you know he'd do anything for you and your family."

Joyce slowly dropped her shoulders, "i get it. I do. Its scary." Y/n explained.

"But I know. For a fact. That If I can help save any of you. I would." Y/n contuined taking a few steps closer, "and that thing, knows I can do some serious damage. Let me help you."

She sighed, and nodded, Y/n sighing in relief, but wasnt expecting the hug that came next.

Joyce Byers was hugging you, after your whole identity was releved to her.

You don't think you've had anyone hug you after someone knew of well. You killing people.

So Joyce allows you to contuine to help

You sit besides Will.

"Hey bud...do I...scare you?" Y/n asked.

He shook his head no, "No...you're a good person."

Y/n smiled holding his hand,

"Are you kidding?" Mike added, "Your a totally bad ass! Taking down Badguys! I knew you were a superhero!"

Y/n laughed, "thank you Mike...But Will,I scare that thing?"

He nodded.

"Why? Do you know?"

Will shook his head no, "It doesnt like your friends either."

"My friends?" Y/n questioned.

"You're new york friends" He explained, "it doesnt like your dad either."

Y/n was silent for a moment, "fuck-"

Y/n got up quickly, "Where are you going?" Joyce asked.

"Its after my family!" Y/n argued, Dr.Owns throwing her keys.

"Take mine." He spoke, "go!"

You've never rushed off so quick before.

But he never told you what car he drives, and you got fucking annoyed and just broke into one and hot wired it and was off at the speed of light

Plus it was dark outside making it worse.

"Fuck. Marc I could really use you now!" Y/n argued, "Should Of just fucking listened! But No! You wanted a boyfriend! A normal life! Fuck a normal life!"

Y/n made it to her house, jumping out the car and rushing inside the house, no one home.

"Dad! Matt! Matthew!" Y/n shouted, curising as she looked around, "Karen! Peter!"

She walked into his room, "Curt!? Madani!"

No one. She went into her room, pushing over her bed, with ease and going to the loose floorboard.

"Fuck... Y/n cursed, but paused, looking at the vest, she could take it, put it back on.

Instead she grabbed the hatchets besides holstered on a belt.

"I can do this without you." She spoke, covering the floorboard and grabbing knifes from her wall.

"Thank god for Loki." Y/n spoke kissing one of the blades before holstering them on her belt.

Y/n covered the hole again and left to find her family.

You walked out the house, looking up at the full moon and screamed at the top of your lungs for Moonknight.

You were glad when part of the moon became blocked out, it Marc in the ceremonial armour landing at your feet.

"Now you need me?" Marc asked the coustume breaking away.

"Get in the damn car." Y/n ordered getting in the driver seat, "I need Steven."

"Well of course you do." Steven spoke getting into the passanger seat, "What is it today love? Midnight sons? Ancient Egyptian battle-"

Y/n speed off quickly, "Well slow down!" Steven complained.

"Theres a gateway here in Hawkins. To what they call the Upside down- It knows about me and Frank. I dont know where he is! And You need to help me!"

"Where the bloody hell would he be?" Steven asked

"I don't know!-"

Y/n floored on the breaks, rocking them both forward, "The Byers house."

"What?"

"The Byers house! If Frank's going to look for anyone it'd be at the Byers house! Fuck he knows me too well!" Y/n argued making a fast U turn, going back to Joyce's house.

"Who's the Byers!" Steven asked

"The moms Franks Girlfriend!"

"Frank has a girlfriend!?" Marc aspirated.

So you quickly drove to Joyce's house, well you where-

Until you stopped, smelling blood as you floored on the breaks.

"Marc I need you to contuine to look for my dad." Y/n explained getting out the driver seat.

"Excuse me!?"

"Look! Go look for my dad!" Y/n ordered, "Please."

He sighed, "You're lucky I like you."

He shifted over and took her seat, "becareful. I know you sense ya know....werid shit."

Y/n nodded.

You watched Marc drive off as you walked into the forest

You smelled Blood and Unlike Matt you couldnt identify who's blood

But with everything going on.. it was best to check

You found yourself farther than you thought as you made it to what seemed to be an old dumping grounds, an old bus, some old cars along with rubble here and there.

"Hello!" Y/n called.

She stopped when something squished below her.

"Aw...shit...always my fuckin feet..." y/n complained raising her foot.

Y/n kneeled down, taking a knife from her belt. Sticking it in the substance and bringing it closer. It was meat. Most likely beef from the color, or perhaps pork-

"Y/n!" Someone whispered in a rush. She looked up.

"Get over here!"

She looked up, and squinted, "Max?"

There was a low growl, Y/n pausing in her spot.

The bus door opened slowly, barely making a squeak Steve slowly walking out, hand loose in one hand and the other one out in sign for her to not make a move. Then brought a finger to his lips to tell her to keep quiet.

Another low growl as Y/n turned her head.

Just a rabid dog at first glance. Until it got closer. It's head made of what could be a flower bulb as it stalked closer.

Y/n slowly pulled one of her hatches from her side.

"Steve." Y/n started, "get in the bus."

"What-"

"Get in the fuckin' bus." Y/n ordered.

"No."

"I'm not-"

The growl came closer as it slowly closed in.

"Fuckin' stay close then..." Y/n whispered to him facing the dog.

It came running at the two, jumping for it's killing just for Y/n to slash it off to the side.

"Let me guess. Gift from a god." Steve spoke another growl being heard from behind, Steve's shoulder blades met hers quickly, they back to back.

"No." Y/n responded, "sharpened from the thrift store. Camping department."

"Keep on the toes in a circle," Y/n told taking the second hatchet out a second dog coming at them, Steve takinga swing at it, knocking it off and back into the on rolling fog.

"Gotta admit." Steve spoke up, twilring the bat in his hand, "Kinda hot seeing you kick ass Killer."

"Not the time to flirt hot shot." Y/n laughed.

"Steve! Y/n!" Dustin shouted.

"Busy!" Y/n complained.

"There's More!" Lucas shouted, "A shit load more!"

Y/n and Steve looked around them, they completely surronded by more of these flower head dogs.

"Oh..." y/n started.

"Fuck..." Steve finished.

"Abort! Abort!" Dustin shouted.

"Go! Go!" Y/n shouted.

The two took back back towards the bus, Steve rushing in with Y/n behind him, yet one clamped down on her hand.

"AH!" Y/n screamed.

"Y/n!" Steve shouted regripping his bat.

But Y/n dragged the monster in and Dustin shut the foor.

"Im keeping my fucking hand!" Y/n shouted at it, grabbing the lip of the monster and forcing it's mouth open.

"Holy Shit!" Max screamed Y/n getting her hand out and holding onto one of its petal like lips.

"Fuck. You!"

She pulled at it's mouth forcing it more open than it should be naturally, it screeching in pain as Y/n raised her foot up.

"Die! You!" Y/n shouted kicking it down, "peice!"

With more force and the help of her weight the thing was split, "Of shit!" She shouted for a final time, it dieing as Y/n threw it off to the side.

She falling onto the floor with heavy breathe, leaning against one of the broken seats "fuck..."

They looked at her in Horror, she covered in blood and guts, then the kids lauged.

"YOU'RE A TOTAL BAD ASS!" They cheered.

Yet it didnt last long as the dogs charged at the door, trying to get in, resulting in the fear setting back in.

"FUCKING HELL! IM DONE WITH FUCKING FLOWER FUCKIN FACES!" Y/n shouted grabbing the bat from Steve.

"Y/n! Y/N!"

You had already gone to the door where Dustin had tried to block it in and with the reching in demodog you beat it half to death.

Yet it didnt stop there, a scream from Max ripping you attention away, one of these dogs, screeching down at her from the open bus emergency exit.

But before anyone could make a move, it stopped and looking off to the side it chirping, growling then roaring before it left in a hurry.

You guys were quiet no one making a move for a good five mintues.

Steve was out the door first, back with his signature bat in hand as he checked

But the creatures had just vanished

And now that you all have a mintue to breathe in the outside air the adrenaline is starting to wear off.

"Dustin." Y/n called, "you got duck tape in that backpack of yours?"

He went through his bag, "Yeah. Here."

Y/n thanked him wrapping her bleeding hand and past her wrist in duck tape, "here."

He was in compelte shock as you just contuined on without a care, putting your hatchets away at your sides.

You all walked off, hoping to find where they went, Lucas found from using his binoculars that they went "home" Hawkins Lab

You told them last time you checked, Will was there

Dustin and Lucas started to try and fill you in

But you said you already knew, and not to worry you could handle it.

You stayed in the back of the group, Max walking besides you.

"Are...you okay?" She asked.

Y/n nodded, "yeah... this? Its nothing."

It was silent, "I know...you and Billy."

"I don't wanna talk about it..." Y/n responsed.

"But I just-"

"Look! Max! I don't care what you think!" Y/n argued, in a whispered shout, "my dad's god knows where, Im dead to Billy! I-"

She stopped rubbing over her face taking a deep breathe in, "Im...look Im sorry...I just...want everyone safe."

"Is that a superhero thing?" Max asked, "taking everything on yourself?"

"It just may be...Im not much of a hero..."

"Just a badass?" Max asked

Y/n chuckled, "Just a badass."

"Well..." she spoke, "if the badass doesn't mind. I don't mind helping with anything."

Y/n smiled patting Max on the head, "I'll remember that. Your first lesson when shits not grinding in the fan. Hot wiring."

"Really!?"

"No."

You all contuined forward, and you had to break up some stupid fight between Lucas and Dustin

Even tho they both yellled at you to stay out of it.

"Look! Both of you!" Y/n shouted, "You fucked up Dustin! You fucked up Lucas! You both get that!?"

"But-" Lucas tried to interveine.

"I said You fucked up Dustin! You fucked up Lucas! Do you both get that!? Or will I have to have The winter soilder come and stab both of you in the eye!" Y/n argued.

"You know The Winter Soilder?!" The two asked.

"Not the point!" Y/n argued, "so lets just. Go. Alright?"

The two nodded and contuined down the railroad path.

You all coming up on the lab.

Hearing hellos coming from the distance you all started towards the sound. Just for it to be Jonathan.

And Nancy...

Great she first tries to steal your boyfriend, talks to you like nothing happened, and then she was with your brother-Jonathan, she was with Jonathan.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Us!?" Nancy asked, "We're looking for Mike and Will."

"Shit what happen to your hand?" Jonathan asked Y/n grabbing the ducktaped hand.

"Nothing big-"

"Wait what are you doing here?" Nancy asked her.

"Right now? Getting Mike and Will out of there." Y/n argued pointing towards the lab.

"Gate has no power." Jonathan told her.

"Fuck..." Y/n spoke pulling away from him, looking up at the gate, "I can jump it-"

"Are you insane?!" Nancy asked, "That's barbed wire-"

"And?" Y/n asked walking towards the Fence serveying the area,"not as bad as you think."

She started to climb the fence.

"Y/n! Woah woah!" Steve stopped her, "You're injured-"

"Will and Mike are in there!" Y/n defended and started to climb again, but Nancy pulled her down.

"Are you trying to die?" Nancy argued.

Y/n turned to her getting dangerously close, "no but your going to if you touch me again."

Nancy looked offended, "What the hell-"

"Blow it out your ass Nancy." Y/n argued, "You're just Bullshit. You're pure bullshit!"

"Y/n-"

"Be quiet." Y/n ordered, "You stop me again, I will hurt you."

Y/n climbed over the fence, just barely able to throw herself over the barbed wire.

"Y/n!" Steve shouted, "Y/n!"

You ignored him and managed to hurry to the building, yet the door wouldnt open and if the power is off...

You managed with one of your longer pins to slide it between the door and the door frame wiggling around till you heard a click and the door opened letting you in

It's time to go safe the homies now

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