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[valentinomonsieur]

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"My Angel"

Bucky Barnes x Male! Mutant! Reader

My first fic so feedback is very much wanted and appreciated <3

Winged male reader, think tundra fae from maleficent, so white eyes white hair and white wings but it has no specified race ♡

SPOILERS

His snowy white eyes had never had a colder stare as he glared down at his feet, his one wing ruffled up to his side hiding him from the boys' view, while the other lay limply along the sofa, staining the material red.

He had refused any help the two had offered him stating that it would heal as it always did, however his voice held no stability showing the lack of confidence in his words. Since the collar preventing his healing abilities still remained snugly around his neck.

(y/n) had always been strong minded even as a boy and had always fought against injustice, but this wasn't considered a good quality at the time so when he grew up to organise protests, give speeches and pep talks and what not. (y/n) had earned a name for himself.

But that was in the 1970's and police were known to be bent bastards who enjoyed being especially brutal when they had the chance and they had done so multiple times when breaking up the protests the (y/n) had put together and he often ended up going home with a black eye or bloodied nose.

And it had soured his pacifist mindset so protests had turned in to riots, but violence is like a disease and it spreads faster than wildfire, and (y/n) had upset the wrong people.

He had barley been breathing when the couple had found him in the street and the hospital staff had been surprised he made it all the way to the hospital.

While he was recovering however tests had obviously been done and the results had come back, and he had once again shocked the staff after they had discovered the mutant gene in his DNA.

This unfortunately sparked interest in the wrong people.

Which was how he ended up involved with hydra after unknowingly signing up for one of their trials (think Wade Wilson).

The experiments had caused his mutation, that had been lying dormant, to present itself. It had started small, hieghtned senses, such as sight hearing and smell then there was inhuman strength, and after that the mutation became visible as the pigment in his eyes and hair had disappeared leaving the hair a pure white and irises had changed from their original colour to a soft winter white, before the larger featured finally made their appearance.

Those were some agonising days chained down to a dusty cement floor as bones and feathers had pushed their way through his back, unfurling much like a moth's, at an agonisingly slow pace.

Once the process was over (y/n) was put into the freezer ready to be defrosted when hydra would inevitably need him.

The torture had struck fear into his mind and soul, so he was compliant and submissive and obedient, and when he was sent out to do hydra dirty work, he did so with tears staining his cheeks as he pulled the trigger.

This had earned him another name:

The Weeping Angel

(y/n) had killed many people and done damage that couldn't be undone, the guilt was overwhelming becuase he was not under control, like the winter soldier was, he had not been brainwashed,he was conscious but instead of being strong and standing up for himself, he cowered like a child at the hand of his masters too afraid to disobey.

(y/n) had been in and out of cryo until eventually the avengers had torn the foundations of hydra down piece by piece leaving you in the ruble, until a James B Barnes stumbled across him as he desperately try to claw his way out from under the collapsed building.

Aiming his rifle at the angle beneath him their eyes had connected and he could tell from the look in the others eyes that he had been through hell and back. Just like Bucky.

(y/n) became close with some of the others in the tower but ultimately Bucky had been they only other person beside from Nat that understood him and the two had bonded over their shared trauma.

It started of just holding one another when a nightmare shook somone up, before returning to your room, you don't know when it happened but at some point the two of you had stopped going back to your own rooms, and stared to made yourselves comfortable in the others bed without needing an invitation.

And yet the two had never addressed the connection they shared, and (y/n) often wished they had because then mabey things would have been different, as it only went down hill from there.

When the Sokovia accords had been released (y/n) had obviously chosen Cap's side, he refused to be stuffed into a box just to please the government.

(y/n) became an outlaw once again and stayed with Bucky in wakanda but he was left on his own as Bucky made the decision to go under cryo. Then there was Thanos and the blip, (y/n) getting him back only to lose him once more.

Of course he was elated when they got everyone back.

But when team were getting their pardon, (y/n) terms and conditions were harsher than the others due to the crimes he committed while he was under hydra's order he was to wear a collar that reduced his abilities to that of a "normal" person as they had so elegantly put it.

(y/n) had told them where to shove it, shouting out how "he was a human being and would not be collared like an animal" but Tony bloody Stark had used his charm as per usual pleasing the judge before them as officers had secured the heavy metal band around (y/n) neck.

When Bucky had seen the collar he was livid and was tempted to go and give them hell but instead he had held (y/n) in his arms as he mourned for his dignity as the government treated him like an animal.

So when Bucky ran off, and didn't respond to any of (y/n) attempts to contact him, (y/n) felt like he was trapped under the ruble all over again.

And when Bucky finally had gotten in contact with him and (y/n) found out that he wanted help, he was was livid, and when he saw Buckys stupid face he had landed a swift punch that not even the reflexes of said supersoldier could have stopped the angels fist from connecting with his cheek.

The betrayed look on Buckys face was short lived when he saw the pain in (y/n) stormy eyes.

And it was in that moment he knew,

He fucked up.

(Im sorry I couldn't help myself lol)

And it was going to take more than an apology to fix the damage done.

And that's what led (y/n) to be in the crowd surrounding Walker, so as the fake Captain was about to bring the shield down upon the lone flag smasher (y/n) had made a split second decision to swoop in and cocoon the man and himself in his wings as Walker took out his rage on (y/n) back and more specifically the area where one of his wings connected to his back.

When Walker's rage had been used up (y/n) had unfurled his wing to allow the flag smasher to tuck tail and run while he eyed up the bloodied shield, and tried in vein to assess the damage done to his now blood stained feathered limb.

The adrenaline that was coursing through his viens granted (y/n) mercy as he could not yet feel the pain that was no doubt waiting for him, his form shivering as the cool air mixed with the hot red substance slowly creeping down his back, causing tendrils of steam to flicker around him.

And as (y/n) tried to move his broken wing it became apparent to him that, without removing the stupid collar from around his neck, he may never fly again.

When Sam and Bucky managed to get through the crowd it took them a second to analyse the scene before Bucky rushed forwards,angrily shoving people out of his way, more concerned about (y/n) as the angel's panicked breathing picked up only allowing him to take in short gasps of air as he struggled to ground himself.

The image of the captains blood stained shield scorched into (y/n) brain, making him fear for his blood spattered wing.

Bucky took ahold (y/n) biceps, his hands steadying the man in front of him as he pulled him to his feet, Sam cringing at the limp appendage as it dragged painfully behind them leaving a trail of blood drops, heading back to their current safe house.

(y/n) clawed at the mechanical device that prevented him from being able to heal, his nails leaving angry red marks in their wake. As Sam watched the boy desperately try to help himself before murmuring to the broody soildier who was glaring holes into the table

"I'm pretty sure that I speak for both of us, when I say that this," He gestured toward you,

"is hurting me to watch."

Bucky hummed in response his gaze flicking towards (y/n) before turning to find the first aid kit he had spotted and it was decided that whether (y/n) wanted help or not he was going to recieve it.

Bucky approached (y/n) carefully as if he was afraid he'd startle the angel, prying his weaker hands away from the mechanism. Bucky had previously made an attempt to pull the collar apart by hand some time ago but it was designed to with stand those with 'abnormal' abilities, so he focused his attention on the open wounds and impressions littering (y/n) bloodied back.

Sam had left the two alone so that he could rummage through his bag of equipment, he was hoping he could procure something to crack the pin code for the keypad that lay at the base of your neck beneath two panels that Bucky would undoubtedly be able to "open" with his vibranium prosthetic.

Meanwhile Bucky cleaned and closed (y/n) wounds to the best of his ability, while trying not to cause anymore pain, wincing when he applied a little to much pressure causing (y/n) to suck a particularly harsh hiss through his teeth, having given up on pushing any help away, the adrenaline had long worn off allowing (y/n) to feel the full effect of exhaustion, as well as the agonising burn of his wounds.

Everyone could tell that the two had a soft spot for each other a fact that Zemo had happily used to try and make (y/n) squirm, instead he had been met with, unsurprisingly, Bucky's fury.

As he rounded the sofa carefull to avoid the lame wing, Bucky squated down infront of (y/n) taking his chin in his warm hand assessing the others face for any damage. All he found though was heated cheeks, which were wet with salty tears that had fallen regardless of how desperately (y/n) had tried to hold them back.

Sniffling (y/n) pawed the wet trails away as he brought his wing forwards so that he could attempt to collect himself from behind it, not yet ready to be so vulnerable infront of his friend after do long, but he paused when he felt cool digits combing through his feathers.

A small hum of appreciation slipped past his lips, causing a smirk to find it's way onto Bucky's, though the smirk wasn't a cocky one as the soldier admired the soft texture before pushing it away in order to find (y/n) face once again.

Their eyes met and the world around them blurred, as they were caught in one another's gaze, something that had been happening increasingly often as they tried to rekindle their relationship.

"I'll get you out of that thing, okay?" (y/n) expression becomes somewhat hesitant which prompts Bucky to speak up once more,

"I promise.... I'll get you out."

(y/n) nods but finds it slightly difficult due to one of Bucky's hands cupping his face with the upmost care.

Sam crept back into the room carrying some wires and pieces as well as a small-ish device, interrupting the sincere moment. The two reluctantly pull apart awkwardly avoiding Sam's smug gaze.

Sam instructs Bucky on what to do before he starts poking around with wires and gadgets, his tounge poking out as he concentrates on the device inrfont of him. Bucky seemingly more antsy than (y/n), fidgets in his spot.

After few beeps later and a loud clunking kind of sound rings out through the room, the heavy collar falling into (y/n) lap, his hand absentmindedly travels to the now exposed skin of his neck a breathless laugh falling through his parted lips.

He stretches his neck for the first time in many years causing it to pop a couple of times, before standing and rolling his shoulders as his torn skin starts to repair itself with a goldish glow.

(y/n) studies the room trying to readjust to his heightend senses for the first time in what feels like a millennium, focusing on dust particle floating gracefully through the air, then watching the glass on the counter top as the condensation collects into tiny droplets before trickling downwards.

Before his gaze finally settles on the wing besides him seeing the dried blood that crusted some of his feathers together.

(y/n) was anxious to move his wing since it had been laying limply besides him for so long that he feared the damage had already been done, Bucky picked up on (y/n) hesitance and moved away from Sam, who's jaw hung open slightly in awe at the golden light, in order to comfort him.

But (y/n) mumbled a quick 'it's now or never' before standing up and stretching out both of his wings the tips brushing the ceiling as the mangled bones popped back in to the positions and the torn muscles tightened around them securing them back into thier natural places.

Bucky stepped into (y/n) peripheral snapping the mutant out of his dazed stupour, turning to thank Sam for removing the collar, but ultimately deciding he needed to stretch them properly outside.

(y/n) move to the bathroom in the room he currently occupied hearing Bucky's steps following him as he removes his shirt, picking at the the crusted feathers and trying to clean the are as best he can, Bucky doing the areas (y/n) can't reach following the same steps (y/n) taught him after one particularly messy mission.

(y/n) gives his wingsna once over in the mirror, turning he grins with childlike joy before taking Bucky's hands and dragging him along as he practically skips outside. (y/n) newfound energy taking the hundred and six year old by surprise, chuckling nonetheless at your excitement.

Sam decided not to follow the two out as they pass him leaving through the door, and just watches them disappear behind the frame, hoping that they would pick up where they left off before he had wandered in.

(Pov change) check this song

Now standing on the roof of the building you breath in the crisp air as a slight breeze ruffles your feathers and Bucky can't help but admire you.

You turned around your signature smirk plastered onto your face as you fall backwards of the edge of the building, disappearing from Bucky's line of sight.

He shakes his head at your behaviour his own toothy grin shining in the golden evening sun as he waits for you to rise back up, and you do. Your lifted up with ease, each beat of your wings causing a powerful gust of air, one of which hits Bucky as he watches on with an awe filled stare.

As he looks on he has a moment to think.

And there's an intense look in his eye as he thinks about the ferocity that was held in your expression when you saw him for the first time since he had left, and he thinks about what your life had been like the past few years.

He knows that you wouldn't have kept in contact with many people, preferring to keep your distance from any emotional attachments in an attempt to remain stone cold, plus with hydra having left a mark on your social skills it means that you probably wouldn't have gone out of your way to meet anyone, leaving you on your own.

Just like him, except he had a goal, something to focus on as he ticked the names of his list. You did not, and once agian Bucky felt guilty for leaving you knowing that it had put a chip in your relationship. But he would fix, it he had to, you were to precious to him, and he wasn't going anywhere now, not with out you.

Your wings continued to carry you upwards with great speed vanishing into the clouds before breaching the other side now damp from the vapour and you just stopped there for a moment, hovering while you bask in the light that the dusk provides the sheen on your skin tinging you pink and orange as it reflects the light, bathing in the warmth for a couple more seconds before allowing gravity to drag you back down towards earth, towards him.

Twisting backwards into an arch before wrapping your wings around yourself and spinning as you dive into the clouds one last time, the vapour trialing behind you marking your flight path.

Opening your wings you started to lose moment as you glide back towards the roof where he was waiting.

Your profile was illuminated by the setting sun set you floated down towards him and Bucky felt lucky to be in your presence,

You were aiming to land infront of him but Bucky had other plans and collected you in his arms before your feet could touch the ground.

He buried his face in your neck feeling tears brimm his eyes, you furrowed your brows in concern, pulling his face from your neck and into your warm hands,

"What's the matter, plum?"

He smiled at the nickname remebering how it came to be and the conversation you'd had after finding out his love of the fruit.

"Nothing, I'm just happy."

You raised your eyebrows not buying it,

"I know I messed up, I should never have left you, or...or I should have at least kept in contact, I'm really sorry and I-"

You cut of his rambling, when you couldn't hold back a chuckle, he was too cute not to laugh. His cerulean eyes sparkled with confusion and he almost looked offended at your laughter which only made you laugh harder still giddy from flying high, but when you calmed down you simply whispered,

"James Barnes just shut the fuck up and let me kiss you."

"....I can do that."

Your lips connected and any negative feelings or thoughts were long forgotten in the gentle kiss, and even though the kiss was gentle you could still feel the passion bleeding through on both sides.

He pulled back pressing his forhead against yours, and you studied him remembering every detail of his face, he blinked slowly, his eyelashes still wet with unshed tears, brushed against your own, the two of you just stayed like that for a while holding each other cherishing the moment.

The sun had finally sunk beneath the horizon no longer warming the two of you Bucky tried to stifle a shiver not wanting to end this moment with you, but you noticed and with your feet planted firmly back on the ground you wrapped him up in your wings holding him tightly against you in an attempt to warm him.

You pressed your hand agiants the side of his head your thumb brushing circles over his cheek bone absentmindedly the other around his waist drifted down to capture his hand and pull him back inside the building.

But he just pulled you back to kiss you one last time savouring the way you taste, before whispering something against your lips and if you didn't have heightend senses you wouldn't have heard him.

"My angel"

♡

Thank you for reading 📚

Please, please, please give me feedback, I'm not sure whether this is good or not and I really want to write more fanfics so tell me what you liked what you didn't like if there's anything you want to see in the future.

[valentinomonsieur]

Ok but

Eddie Munson x Hippie!Reader? 👀

They are literally the definition of opposites attract;

Eddie is a gremlin and reader is all peaceful;

Reader goes to all of Eddie's concerts even if it's not they ideal type of music;

Eddie's ears bleed when he listen to The Beatles, but he take it 'cause makes reader happy;

Smoking together;

Reader braiding Eddie's crazy hair;

Argyle and reader being friends and making everyone around lose brain cells when they 2 talk about random things;

Eddie all in dark tones and reader all in vintage tones of clothes;

Eddie finding it funny if the reader is the slurring type when they talks; (Duuuuuddddeeeee~)

Reader making handmade necklaces and giving them to Eddie.

Eddie with a flower crown made by reader;

Eddie getting calm and less anxious when reader is around;

"Pls control ur boyfriend!" - probably Steve

Reader teaching Eddie to meditate and find inspiration in the little things;

"What are you doing?" - Eddie

"Just listening to the sounds of nature" - Reader

"I can only hear the neighbors arguing" - Eddie

"Dudeee she caught her husband cheating" - Reader

After that Eddie sat down and listened to the sounds of nature with you;

Eddie really loves it when you talk about love and peace;

You play guitar together;

You may have different tastes, but you love each other no matter what 💖

[valentinomonsieur]

[valentinomonsieur]

Lowkey, wanna write sum w/ Eddie with a werewolf kind of reader

Like just imagine Eddie and his dumb evil dog boy 🍡

Might write sum later tbh <3

[valentinomonsieur]

double down

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader 

an. well. we’re here again. this acts as a part two to my fic dealer’s choice, but can be read separately (tho honestly why would u want to) i don’t know what came over me when writing this, jesus. comments and reblogs make me insane so pls do it<3 synopsis. after a sexually charged run in with your dealer, you go to his house for another hook up. he’s got the goods. 

warnings. 18+. minors (below 18) are not welcome. drugs, sex while high, fondling, kissing, female receiving oral, lil bit of biting, grinding against rings, female receiving penetration. not beta’d. 

Keep reading

[valentinomonsieur]

dreaming — eddie munson x male reader oneshot

❝ DREAMING ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ When a night of drinking, weed, and truth or dare challenge the boundaries of friendships you appear to reveal more truths than you first bargained for. Maybe it's for the better, though — especially when the truth is related to the infamous Eddie Munson.

PAIRING ➢ eddie munson x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ A LOT of sexual tension, fluff, angst if you squint, drinking, mentions of alcohol & weed, giggling & horny young adults, flirty banter, occasional insults, VERY inappropriate topics (regarding sex, kinks and preferences), mentions of dom & sub dynamic, mentions of sadism & masochism, sexuality is very fluid, kissing, explicit language, cringey writing

WORD COUNT ➢ 3.9 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ of course i've been caught by the eddie munson obsession and i think we can all agree we need more male reader fics, so here i am. i was inspired by this tiktok for this oneshot, but it's all about the vibes so don't worry about it. plot?? don't know him. timeline?? don't know that either (sometime in season four?), but everyone’s happy and alive. don’t worry about it. take it with a pinch of salt. everyone’s okay with everyone’s sexualities, no big deal. i don’t care that it’s the eighties. no excuses for homophobia happening on my watch. enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

The fire was crackling loudly, lighting a circle around it in protection of the dark night. Every person’s face that sat on the logs around the fire was lit, each with a grin spread across it or laughter on the lips. It was a warm night, one filled with happiness and the carelessness of youth. You, Robin, Vickie, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan and Eddie had decided to have a night in the woods, just enjoying each other’s company. Somehow, the little kids had heard of it as well and had fought to come with — much to Nancy and Jonathan’s dismay. You would all be drinking — maybe even get a bit high — and they didn’t want the kids anywhere near that.

Luckily, the adults had prevailed and you had managed to keep the children away from your little trip. It was only for the adults, as Steve so elegantly put it. So the real fun could begin.

So here you all were, sat beside on another and talking merrily. Eddie was sat on the opposite side of the fire from you,  attention on something Steve was telling him while fiddling absentmindedly with the ends of his hair. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him during the night. The way the fire lit up his features while the sky darkened made him look out of this world.

Your relationship existed of one with friendly jabs at one another, play fighting and, sometimes, flirting disguised as insults. It was a constant battle between the two of you on who could win your verbal competitions or fluster the other more. You refused to acknowledge that any feelings were involved — both to yourself or anyone else — but it was getting more and more difficult pretending like you weren’t actively seeking out his company.

You took another swig of your beer, feeling the familiar warmth that came with it. The lot of you were a bit tipsy, feeling particularly humourous. You were all in the mood for something fun to do. And that is how you ended up playing truth or dare. A basic game, sure, but a great one under the right circumstances. 

“Steve, truth or dare?” Jonathan asked.

“Truth.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be a bore!” Robin exclaimed. She might be a bit more tipsy than the rest of you. You had noticed her drinking a bit more on the way here than usual and you could only assume it was to build up her courage to spend the night with her crush, Vickie.

“Fine, Byers. Dare.”

He pretended to think for a few seconds before a smirk formed on his lips. “I dare you to make everyone here laugh as quickly as possible.”

Steve huffed. “I thought you’d make it a challenge, come on! Everyone knows I’m the funniest here!”

You chuckled at Robin’s exclaimed denial, Nancy and Eddie agreeing with her. Somehow though, Steve managed to embarrass himself enough for all of you to be laughing your arses off. Reluctant to admit it, that was a point to Steve. You must all have had a bit too much to drink.

“Nance, truth or dare?” you smiled. 

“Truth.”

“What are your kinks?” you asked. Her eyes widened, gaze jumping to Jonathan. 

“Er— I,” she stuttered, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. “I suppose I like being dominant?”

Eddie laughed, clapping his hands together. “Who would’ve guessed!?” His gaze jumped between Steve and Jonathan. “And I’m guessing one of these two likes to be sub, then.” The both of them began to flush, muttering some sort of explanations. It all fell on deaf ears. 

“Knew it, by the way,” you smiled, meeting Eddie’s skeptical gaze.

“You did not.”

You took another swig, shaking your head. “Whatever, at least I know your kinks.” Robin and Steve exclaimed simultaneously, shooting you skeptical looks. 

“How do you know Eddie’s kinks?” Robin shouted, chuckling with disbelief.

Steve wiggled his eyebrows, looking between the two of you. “I think you know exactly how.”

Eddie spluttered, waving his hand. “No, no— y/n and I have never hooked up, so don’t you all go getting any ideas now!” He shook his head vigorously, looking at his drink before meeting your eye with a raised eyebrow. 

“How do you know though?” Vickie asked.

You nodded at his jeans. “Your handkerchief. If I’m not incorrect it stands for sadism and masochism.” Your grin grew with Eddie’s. A round of exclamations and whoops went around the fire, everyone turning their gaze to Eddie. “Would I be incorrect?”

He chuckled. “You are not, y/n.”

“Pain, huh?” Jonathan asked.

“So you know what it is.” Eddie grinned, standing up and spreading his arms. “Yes, pain.” His eyes were pinned on you, his pupils blown wide. “With the right amount, right kind and enough of time — it’s its own kind of high. Pure bliss.”

Steve nodded at Eddie, being sat down again, “I believe you, man.”

“Alright,” Vickie brought her hands together, bringing the group’s attention to her. “Steve, what turns you on?”

“What, not even going to ask me truth or dare?” he questioned, slurring slightly.

She shook her head. “Nope, I needed to ask the question.”

“It only takes a girl looking in his direction for him to get turned on,” Robin laughed, the rest of you joining in. Steve tried to hide his blushing cheeks behind his hands. 

“I don’t know, man,” he slurred. “Someone funny, I think? Oh, and tattoos!” 

“Like Nancy,” Robin said.

You nodded along, wiggling your eyebrows, “Or Jonathan.” 

Jonathan shook his head. “I’m not, in any way, funny.”

“I bet you could still turn me on though.” 

That led to more laughter and shouts. Man, the alcohol was really kicking in nicely now. Robin’s gaze turned to you, mischievousness in her eyes. 

“I know what turns y/n on.” 

You feigned betrayal, clutching your hands to your heart. “I thought it was Steve’s truth!”

She grinned at you, “Oh, it was. But now I dare you to tell us yours.”

You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, downing the rest of your drink. “Fine,” you bit out, flipping her the bird. “I like guitarists. Well— musicians in general, but especially guitarists.” A few oohs made their way around the group. Your eyes jumped to Eddie, only to find him already staring intently at you, a slight grin on his lips. You grinned back, ignoring the way your cheeks began to burn. 

“How does that turn you on, though?” Jonathan questioned, taking a swig from his drink.

“It’s the hands, my dear Jonathan.” You stood up and gestured with your hands, showing him how they flexed when they clenched and unclenched. “The veins, the muscles. So easy to imagine what they can do to you. To your body.”

“God, you’re going to turn me on now,” Robin chuckled.

You spun around to face her with a grin. “That’s what I’m saying! Hands are the secret. The things they can do.” You faced Nancy, walking up to her, bowing and extending your hand. “It can be gentle like, courteous, almost.” You let hand fall to her shoulder, cold against her skin. A finger made its way down her arm to her wrist — featherlight in its touch — ending when you took ahold of her hand and pressed a gentle kiss against her knuckles. You smiled at the way her breath exhaled. You spun around and stepped towards Eddie. The alcohol was making you bolder than usual tonight, it seemed. 

“Or— it can be dangerous, controlling, more sexual.” Your fingers traced Eddie’s jaw, feeling the muscles beneath it. His brown eyes were pinned on yours, mouth slightly agape. You took ahold of his chin and dragged him to his feet so his head was level to yours. You could feel his breath on your face as you leaned closer to his ear. “I can do so much with yet so little, and make you feel amazing. Simply by using my hands,” you whispered. “And I bet you know a thing or two as well, guitar boy.” 

A hand made its way down his chest and pushed him down into his seat again. You took note of his wide pupils as you turned back to your own seat.

“I, er— wow,” Steve muttered. You chuckled at his breathless tone. Seems like you weren’t the only one to admire a musician’s hands.

“You’re a drummer, though, right, y/n?” Vickie questioned, eyes a bit dazed.

You ducked your head, clearing your throat. “Yes, yes, I am. That is why I do know how to use my hands.”

“You don’t get distracted when you play with others, then?”

You shot her a look of disbelief. “You don’t get turned on when you're near a girl's boobs, do you, Vickie?”

“Touché,” she chuckled. 

Jonathan cleared his throat, bringing the attention to him. “Robin,” he said, meeting her eye. “Truth or dare?”

“Well, since everyone else here has been so boring, I choose dare.”

Jonathan’s smile widened as he glanced at Vickie. “I dare you to kiss the person you find hottest.”

Robin’s own smile dropped and she shot a scathing glance at the giggling teenagers. She ducked her head in exasperation, biting out a “fine,” and downed the rest of her drink — probably for courage. She turned her gaze to Vickie beside her, question written in her eyes. She let her hand rest against Vickie’s cheek before pressing their lips together. Cheers erupted around the fire and you couldn’t help yourself from letting out a laugh. Finally, you thought.

“Wow,” Vickie breathed, a smile gracing her lips. “That was—“

“Yeah.” Robin’s own smile matched Vickie’s. 

“Eddie,” Steve exclaimed with a smug expression. “Truth or dare?”

His gaze jumped to you, answering Steve absentmindedly, “Dare.”

“Alright, y/n happens to have told us some things that you apparently own.” Everyone’s gaze turned to Eddie’s surprised face. His gaze turned accusing, but you feigned innocence with a smile. “I need to know— what do you use your handcuffs for?”

Eddie choked on his drink and you had to fight to hold in your laugh. You had seen the handcuffs hanging beside his bed when you came over to him a while ago. You remembered telling Steve and Robin about them, wondering what in the hell he used them for — even if you did have a hunch. It seemed as if you would finally get your answer.

“I thought this was a dare?” Eddie asked.

“Fine, I dare you to show us what you use them for?”

He sighed, chuckling half heartedly, “I don’t know if this is the right time for that.”

“Hey!” Robin exclaimed, “You got the dare, you gotta do the dare!”

Eddie’s brown doe eyes turned to you, begging for help. You usually would have done what he wanted, rescued him out of kindness. But you were curious. You enjoyed seeing him sweat like this. It only made you wonder what on earth the handcuffs really were for. You felt like teasing him, tonight. You felt dangerous. You had gone this far already, so why not go further?

You slowly shook your head, eyes still set on Eddie’s. “I’m afraid you’re on your own for this one, Eddie.”

He sucked in a breath, ducking his head. “I use the handcuffs— as restraints.” You let out a breathless chuckle. He really was a kinky motherfucker, huh?

Steve narrowed his eyes, looking helplessly around for any clue. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean,” Eddie snapped, clearly embarrassed at this point, “Is that I use them during sex.” 

Knew it.

Jonathan fully spit out his drink, Nancy having to pound him on the back for him to not choke. Robin and Steve had the same shocked expressions on their faces. What had they expected, really?

Vickie let out a loud laugh. “Sex? Really?” Eddie ducked his head, shaking it. “You’re turning out to be more interesting than I thought.”

“Knew you were kinky in bed, Eddie,” you said, smugness written all over your features. He narrowed his eyes, looking you up and down, head tilted.

“I would assume the same for you.”

You let out a laugh, meeting his eye. “Guess you’d have to find out.”

Robin cleared her throat, bringing your gaze to her. You gave her a questioning look. “You can keep flirting later when we’ve finished playing.”

Your breath hitched, feeling your cheeks start to heat up immediately. Flirting was one thing, but being called out on it and actually having to acknowledge you were doing it? A completely other thing. You dared a glanced at Eddie and he looked as flustered as you felt. You chose to just ignore what was said and move on.

“Jonathan,” Steve said, “Truth or dare?”

“Er, yeah— truth.”

“Who of us here do you want — or have ever wanted — to fuck?”

Jonathan’s eyes widened, jumping around the fire. “What are with these questions, man?”

“Come on, Jonathan,” you laughed, his eyes moving to yours. “We’re drunk, we’re having fun. Why not?”

Jonathan groaned, “Fine.” His gaze moved to every person again, this time more careful. He swallowed his nervousness, taking a deeper breath. “Well, Nancy, of course.”

“There must be more than just her.” Steve leaned closer to him. “Even I can name more than one here I’ve wanted to fuck.” You eyebrows shot up as you glanced over at Steve.

“Like whom?” Jonathan asked.

“Well, er— it’s not really my truth, is it?” Steve muttered, scratching the back of his neck. 

Eddie took a swig of his drink, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh, no getting away with this, Stevie.” His brown eyes burned in the light of the fire. “Pray tell, who here have you wanted to fuck?”

Steve sighed, accepting his defeat. “Fine,” he bit out. Eddie winked at him, pleased with himself. Steve avoided everyone’s gaze as he started to name everyone as quickly as he could. “Nancy, Jonathan, y/n— and Eddie, and Robin — before I knew, that is. I also believe I was briefly attracted to Billy at some point.” The corner of your lips started to tug up as you looked over the Eddie, a grin on his face as well. 

“Billy?” Nancy exclaimed.

“You’re really trying to collect us all, huh, lover boy?” you teased, winking at him. Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Wait, does that mean all of us have turned Steve on at least on one point?” Eddie laughed. You snorted, his gaze to gliding to yours. 

“I mean, all it would take is cracking a joke and Steve will be creaming his pants,” Robin laughed, leaning heavily on Vickie. A hiccup escaped her lips. You didn’t know exactly how much she had drunk tonight, but you doubted she would remember much tomorrow.

Steve leaned forward, extending an accusing finger in her direction. “Listen, you butthead. I cannot help with whom I’m attracted to! I didn’t choose you all dumbasses.” Robin gave him a blank stare, pouting lightly. “What?” he asked.

“I just cannot believe you would call me a butthead,” she muttered, trying to fight her smile. He threw his arms up in exasperation, standing up to try to get rid of the nervous energy in his body. “So harsh, Stevie.”

“You wound me, Steve.” Your hands clenched over your heart, hurt written across your features. You fell back on the ground behind the log, leaves ruffling beneath your feet. You sprung to your feet, a big grin on your face, and met Eddie’s gaze. You watched the fire being reflected in his brown eyes, an almost dazed smile on his face. God, he really was beautiful. 

“Really, Steve?” Eddie questioned. “The King of Hawkins High wanted to fuck theFreak?”Steve flashed him a sarcastic smile, before scoffing at you. It only made your grin grow. 

Jonathan cleared his throat. “Okay, alright— Steve wants to fuck us all, got it.” Steve groaned yet again from his seat, muttering curses you couldn’t quite catch. Jonathan’s smile widened. 

“Moving on—,” Nancy said, bringing her hands together and turning her gaze to you. “I believe it’s y/n’s turn.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, his lips tugging up. “Truth or dare?”

You shot a nervous glance at Eddie, his brown eyes already set on yours. His hair was a ruffle of locks, carefully draping over his shoulders. The corner of his lip was tugged up in a half smile, something you happened to find very attractive. God, you dreaded what truth you would have to reveal to your friends — but you feared whatever the dare would be more. 

“Truth,” you smiled, gaze still set on Eddie. Robin shot a mischievous glance at Steve, a nod passing between the two of them. Oh god, you did not like this.

“Alright, y/n,” she said. “When — and more importantly, what — was your last sex dream?”

And there it was. 

You furrowed your brows. “Oh, man.” You rarely remembered what your dreams were about. Your last sex dream? “I gotta be honest, Robin, I don't even remember.” Your gaze shifted to Steve. “Or know what it was about, for that matter.”

Robin started to shake her head, but Steve was quicker. “I don’t believe you, y/n,” he said, gaze jumping to you. “I think you just don’t want to reveal anything embarrassing.”

Your eyebrows raised at his accusation. “I am serious! I don’t know! Both of you know how bad my memory is.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. 

Robin’s lip tugged up into a smirk. “Well, since y/n can’t remember, maybe we should help him out. Don’t you think, Stevie?” Steve’s lips immediately grew into a grin. Your eyes jumped between the two, narrowing. What were these two up to? 

“An excellent idea,” Vickie quipped.

“Don’t you start on this, too,” you bit out at her. “Traitors, all of you.” You dared a glance at Eddie, his grin just as shit-eating as the rest of them and eyes seeming very curious. 

“So, tell us. What was it?” Nancy leaned forward, a hand on Jonathan’s arm. You shot a warning glance at Robin — which she either didn’t notice or pretended not to — even though you had no idea of how she would know you’d had a sex dream. Unless— you prayed you hadn’t said anything.

“Last night, when y/n and I slept over at Steve’s, he was dreaming.” She shot a glance at Steve, whom’s grin only widened. “And we heard him say—“

“Oh, Eddie—” Steve moaned, bursting out into laughter with the rest of them.

Your mouth fell open, completely in awe. Blood immediately rushed to your cheeks — a clear sign of your flustered state. You couldn’t believe you had said that. You tried hiding your face between the fingers of your hands. It was to no avail. The laughter kept going, drowning out all other sound.

You dared a glance at Eddie between the gaps of your fingers. You were terribly afraid of how he would react to this. Would he be disgusted? Awkward? Wanting to end your friendship? You didn’t want to endanger your relationship with him. Maybe you could play it off as just a physical thing, rather than the emotional attachment you seemed to have formed. You expected some sort of comment, at least — a snarky insult slung at you. 

But when you met his eye you knew there would be none of that. He wasn’t looking at you weirdly, or any differently than normal. His eyes were blown wide, astonished in their expression, mouth agape. It was as if he couldn’t believe you would be attracted to him. But that’s impossible, right? There was no way he could think that.

“Are you sure the two of you haven’t hooked up, because it sounded way too real,” Robin laughed. She hiccuped again, almost laying on Vickie at this point. You absentmindedly shook your head, still holding Eddie’s gaze. His eyes really were beautiful. The way they shone in the sun, always full of mischief and always so curious. You loved that about him. 

“I think I need to get her to bed,” Vickie said, glancing around. Nancy nodded with her and offered to help Robin to their tent. Jonathan and Steve’s eyes met, a nod passing between them before standing up and excusing themselves for the night. You gave them a scathing glare. This was not over.

It was now only you and Eddie left — him staring intently at you and you desperately avoiding his gaze. You waited for him to drop the insult, the comment. Anything that showed that he truly had no feelings for you. 

“You—” he started, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “You had a sex dream about me?”

“Er, well— I mean, it seems so?” Your mind drew a blank. What could you even say to that?

Before Eddie could stop himself he dragged a hand down his face. “But why— why me, though?” Your eyes widened, full of disbelief. Why not him? Did he not know how attractive he was?

“Eddie, you’re hot as fuck.”

A chuckle escaped his lips, almost humourless, shaking his head. You shot to your feet, not really sure what to do. You really weren’t good with feelings. 

“What I mean is, Eddie, you’re an incredible person.” You smiled, softening at his gaze. “You never fail to make me laugh — whether you’re being an annoying dork or unnecessarily sweet. I don’t think you understand how much I really care about you.”

“You really think so?” he whispered, brown eyes on you. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, moving to sit beside him.

“So, you have a crush on me?” His smile turned smug and the familiar glint returning to his eye. There he was. My Eddie.

“What?” You rolled your eyes and fought against the urge to move away from him again. “I never said that.”

“You implied it. Plus, how could you not? I mean, I am amazing.” He gestured to himself, grinning widely. 

“Amazingly an asshole, maybe,” you snapped. He may be beautiful, but he was amazing at being a pain in your ass. 

He shrugged, fighting against the tug of his lips. “Only fitting for an incredibly idiotic man, I suppose.”

“Did you just call me an idiot?

“I called you incredible,” he breathed, turning to face you. His gaze jumped all over your face, unsure of what to do. You had flirted before, but it had always been more discreet and disguised in between insults. Never had you been this open and forthright with each other. It was terrifying, you had to admit. But you let yourself relax, involuntary leaning closer to him, your gaze studying every detail of his face without shame. 

His hand tentatively reached for you cheek, almost too scared to touch you. But as soon as you leaned into the touch, he gripped harder, his fingers reaching behind your neck. You felt him gently tug you closer and you almost fell against him in your hurry to reach him. 

You kissed him hard, with everything you had and had not yet said to him. Everything you couldn’t say to him. He responded with an equal amount of enthusiasm, pushing you back. You realized this was not so much different from your verbal spats, but instead it was dominance you were fighting for. You gripped his hair, tugging lightly at the same time as you bit down on his lip. His mouth fell agape and he practically moaned at the sensation, sounding so sensual you had to pause. Masochist and touch starved? Boy, you’d have your hands full with him. He pulled away, breathing heavily and pupils blown wide. 

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you breathed, letting the corners of your lips tug up into a smile. 

“Was it like that in your dream?” Eddie asked. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, failing to keep the grin from his face.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe we should try to recreate it.” You narrowed your eyes, matching Eddie’s smirk. “The whole dream.”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea.”

“I generally do have brilliant ideas.”

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⚣𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡⚤

you will not be blocked if you spam me with notifs. i’m just glad you’re here <3

unless i respond and say i won’t write it, then your request is in the works rn :)

started july 27, 2021

✍︎︎ = headcannons

𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑉𝐸𝐿: 𓀡 peter parker:

ftm!stark!reader dating peter ✍︎︎

peter helping with your dysphoria ✍︎︎

wholesome sleepover with ur bf peter

secret relationship (stark!reader)

you and peter showing affection by teasing each other ✍︎︎

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

peter helping you sleep (cuddles, singing to you)

✪ steve rogers:

being an avenger and dating steve ✍︎︎

steve loving his boyfriends long hair ✍︎︎

helping ftm!steve with bottom dysphoria (smut, top reader) ✍︎︎

steve takes care of you when you’re feeling low

steve reuniting with you in the future (smut, switch reader)

steve doesn't want you to cut your long hair

helping you with your hand tremors

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

ftm!steve rogers receiving and giving oral

steve adopts you after HYDRA left you with nothing (platonic, ftm reader) ✍︎︎

ftm!steve rogers x ftm!reader (includes smut, sub!reader)

steve likes when you wear skirts

being tony’s son and being in a secret relationship with steve ✍︎︎

𓆙 loki odinson:

loki being cold to everyone but you ✍︎︎

a confusing romance with genderfluid!loki

more dating genderfluid!loki !!!

loki falling for you, an asgardian avenger + part two

drinking contest with loki and tony

one year anniversary

bowling with loki

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

having a flirt battle until loki confesses his feelings

soft cockwarming with loki (smut, bottom reader)

sort of rough sex with loki (bottom!ftm!reader)

loki gets turned on when you train with knives (smut, knife play, top reader)

loki calls you lovebug (ftm!reader, enemies to lovers)

bondage and spanking with loki (smut, sub and bottom reader)

❦ tony stark:

tony comforting you ✍︎︎

tony loving his bf’s curls ✍︎︎

drinking contest with tony and loki

being in a relationship with tony (includes peter being y’all’s surrogate child basically) ✍︎︎

tony comforting you after your friend ghosts you

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

being tony’s long lost brother (single father!adopted!reader) ✍︎︎

being the only one who can tame tony’s sarcasm ✍︎︎

tony being in love with a titan-like/alien reader ✍︎︎

tony having a crush on a muscular, tall businessman!reader ✍︎︎

❆ bucky barnes:

bucky trying out eyeliner + loving his bf’s acrylic nails ✍︎︎

brooklyn - bucky goes to a gay bar to find a one night stand, instead he finds something a lot better: you

the avengers realizing they like men ︎✍︎︎

helping bucky reclaim his sexuality after HYDRA tried to take it away (smut, top reader)

bucky fucking your throat (smut obvi, sub reader)

bucky helps you recover from hydra (ftm!telekinetic!reader) ✍︎︎

☁︎︎ thor odinson:

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

startling thor with your tics (happy ending) ✍︎︎

thor x ftm!reader (absolute fluff) ✍︎︎

𓂻 pietro maximoff:

pietro being jealous but also a big flirt ✍︎︎

pietro thinking he lost you on a mission, confessing his feelings (smut, bottom reader)

jealous pietro who’s in love with you ✍︎︎

𓂀 stephen strange:

being the one to make him all happy and smiley ✍︎︎

𖨆︻╦╤─ natasha romanoff:

being more happy go lucky and dating natasha (ftm!reader) ✍︎︎

𝐵𝐵𝐶 𝑆𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾:

☕︎︎ sherlock holmes:

sherlock being curious about you, attempting to deduce you (ftm!reader)

𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑁𝐷𝑆:

㋛ chandler bing:

flirting with chandler ✍︎︎

𝐴𝑉𝐴𝑇𝐴𝑅: 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑇 𝐴𝐼𝑅𝐵𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅:

⚔︎ sokka:

sokka crushing on you (ftm!reader)

𝐷𝐴𝑅𝐸𝐷𝐸𝑉𝐼𝐿:

𓁹 matt murdock:

matt comforting you about religious trauma

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thor x ftm!reader

request: hello! you know that I love the way you write thor so, I couldn't help myself. can I request a thor x ftm reader hcs please? I hope you have a great day! (@lucaawrites)

A/N: ahdsbfhebf i loved writing this so much 💗

word count: 1.4k

- so we can all tell just by that gif that thor is a beefy himbo sweetheart

- when you first met him, you were pretty intimidated because he’s a literal god, and he’s so muscly and tall

- and sometimes you feel a little insecure around cis men who are so... Like That

- and he’s also an avenger, and you’re just stark’s assistant

- he’s super excited when he first meets you because he likes to talk a lot, and you’re really good at listening

- he joins you in the cafeteria one day, uninvited, and randomly strikes up conversation with you

- you realize that he’s just a big golden retriever in god form

- you become friends pretty quickly. i mean you’re sort of just acquaintances; he’s the extrovert that adopts (you) the introvert

- after just a day of knowing each other, it becomes habit to stand beside each other in social situations and meetings

- and he joins you at lunch again and again until that’s habit as well

- he likes to try and impress you by showing you how far he can throw mjolnir

- but sometimes it backfires and he knocks shit over

- but it makes you laugh so he’s satisfied either way

- when you go downtown together he’s afraid he might lose you in the crowds bc ur shorter and smaller than him (by default cause he’s literally a god)

- so he holds ur hand so you don’t get separated💗🤞☹️

- and inside ur like 💗☺️😋🌸🌻🥰🧸

- i mean you’ve lived in the city longer than thor has and you know your way around, but you let him lead you around anyway bc squeeee he’s holding ur hand

- (even if it’s just as friends 😔)

- thor brings out your inner child and makes you appreciate little things more

- because of him, you build pillow forts together and giggle deep into the night

- he gives you a new perspective on some things that are mundane to you, because as an asgardian he’s fascinated by them

- and i’m headcannoning physical touch as less taboo on asgard

- so thor is super chill about cuddling with you. he likes to watch your favourite tv shows while you snuggle in his lap, and he asks questions about the plot and is super invested

- one time you were doin all that ^ in a common area in the tower (usually u go to ur apartment or something) and tony walked in and did a double take

- thor saw tony and smiled, immediately launching into a detailed, complicated description of the plot

- “so. this is a thing, huh?” tony said, rocking on the balls of his feet. he shrugged. “you know what, you’re cute together.” he pointed at the two of you. “don’t tell anyone i said that.”

- your cheeks burned. “uh, we’re not–”

- but tony was already walking out of the room. “none of my business!” he called. “you’re off the clock anyway. see you tomorrow, (y/n).”

- you turned back to thor. “well, that was embarrassing.”

- “why?” he shrugged. “we are cute together.”

- oh my sweet summer child

- so innocent

- you become each other’s best friend in the whole world. each other’s confidant, each other’s person

- (also in this scenario, you’re on T and inject it)

- and he asks why you need to put a needle into your leg every week

- and you say that you’re trans and explain what that means to humans

- he’s just like oh. okay ☺️

- there are a lot of people like that on asgard, but there is no label like “trans” for it. they’re just.. whatever they want to be

- and he’s literally so chill with it and does not give a fuck

- in a good way obv. like, he’s happy for u but it’s just not a big deal on asgard so he doesn’t really think too much about it

- but he realizes that gay/trans/lgbt pride is a big thing on earth and he loves all the flags

- at first he’s like “... there’s a gay and trans country???”

- no bby

- but he buys a “trans lives matter” shirt And hoodie for himself and wears them around AND ITS SO CUTE HELP

- he’s like “ofc they matter idk why they needed a shirt to declare this but i will shout it from the rooftops!”

- anyway this big guy is just so cute. he LOVES kittens and pets every cat he sees on the street

- i imagine him having an allergy toward cat fur, but he can’t resist petting cats anyway and he keeps sneezing throughout the day because of it 😭

- “please (y/n) can we get a cat🥺”

- “thor no-”

- i mean you don't live together but he’s always at your apartment, or you’re both at the tower working

- loki definitely likes to tease thor by transforming into him, then you, and going back and forth saying the most lovey dovey shit ever

- thor denies it because he doesn’t want loki to have the satisfaction

- but he’s not really the best liar

- loki threatened to confess to you in the form of thor, and thor was like NO LOKI FINE ILL DO IT MYSELF JUST STOP

- he was all confident, striding through the tower until he got to tony’s office where you were last seen talking to him

- and there you were

- and thor’s stomach melted into butterflies, and he stood there, having just barged into tony’s office, and realized he had no idea what to say

- he started stuttering, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm

- “spit it out, boy,” tony said. “and don’t barge into my office like that. i know you two are doin’ it, but that doesn’t give you office privileges.”

- you put your head in your hand. “we’re not doing it, tony, god.” you looked up at thor and smiled

- the sight made that familiar warmth blossom in his stomach, and he knew he had to tell you. he gulped. “may i speak with you in the hallway, (y/n)?”

- you shrugged and joined him, and he shut tony’s door behind him

- you heard tony’s muffled yell: “hey! i wanted to eaves drop!”

- “just ignore him,” thor told you. “i, um, i wish it didn’t take someone blackmailing me for me to do this. i feel like a coward. but, uh, you scare me,” he admitted

- (okay, you'd definitely have to ask about the blackmailing later)

- you laughed. “i scare you? the god of thunder? that’s cute.”

- his eyes lit up. “you think it’s cute?”

- “i—well, it’s an expression, sort of, i meant–” you sighed. “sure, thor. anyway, continue.”

- “okay, okay, um. you don’t have to feel the same, and i don’t expect you to, um, so i’m just gonna get it over with—not going to dance around it or anything—and we can just forget about it if you want to, because i respect you and value your comfort and happiness over everything, and–”

- “thor! hey. it’s okay.” you lightly grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, and he smiled at you. “you’re my best friend in the whole world—the whole universe. you can tell me anything, and i’ll always want you in my life.”

- “i’m in love with you,” he blurted. he squeezed his eyes shut, and after a few seconds of silence, he peeked at you through one eye.

- you were staring at him—your face of surprise would’ve been adorable if not for the circumstances

- thor’s cheeks were on fire. fuck, he felt like he was gonna pass out. he let go of your hand and was about to apologize, turn around, and leave

- but you snatched his hand back into yours and stepped closer to him. “thor—really? you—you are?”

- thor realized your eyes were watering slightly. he nodded

- you smiled with a shaky exhale and pulled him into a hug, your arms thrown around his shoulders, and your face buried in his neck. “i love you too,” you whispered

- he hugged you back, dumbfounded

- when you pulled away, he was like “🧸🌸😋☺️ so you... love me.. the same way i love you..? 🥺”

- BAE YES

- tony def had his ear to the door and was listening, secretly thinking it was so cute

- anyway y’all are so adorable and thor would do anything for you and thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world and-

- okay okay the end

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JD is a goddamn menace for thinking I could see a picture of him holding a kitten and then just go back to my normal life

📸 credit: JD's Instagram

[valentinomonsieur]

JD is a goddamn menace for thinking I could see a picture of him holding a kitten and then just go back to my normal life

📸 credit: JD's Instagram

[valentinomonsieur]

Jon Snow headcannons bc I'm in love with him

Male Y/N btw

-if you went with him to be part of the Night's Watch, he'd make sure you stayed safe 24/7.

-holding your hands in his and cupping your face to keep you warm.

-him giving you his cloak if you even shiver the smallest bit.

-telling stories by the fire.

-letting you spar with him, of course he wouldn't hold back but he'd make sure he didn't actually hurt you.

-taking the blame for something you messed up.

-super passionate in private, but the most you'll get out of him in public is a hand hold under his cloak.

-convincing him to stay when he finds out his brother is going to war.

-learning everything you know from him when it comes to swords.

-cheering him up when he ends up a Steward.

-whispered words of endearment.

-giving you everything he can to make your life better at the wall.

-protecting you from the rest of the guys until he realizes you can handle yourself (took lots of convincing).

Literal loml stop

#jon snow #game of thrones

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having self-inserts for shit is good. fun. healthy, even. i encourage it.

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All chapters are edited!!

If you read my series already, sorry for all the edits. we were off to a rocky start but I'd like to confirm that all chapters that are currently out (ch.1-4) are fully ready and edited!!! id suggest for you to re-read it if you've already read it because there was a lot of changes. thanks guys!

#angel reyes imagine #mayans #angel reyes #mayans mc #mayans headcannons #mayans imagine #sons of anarchy #angel reyes fanfic #m!mc #male mc

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Unusual Encounters Pt.2 (EZ x Male OC)

Read part one, it's on my page 😁 and read my best frans pov too at @valentinomonsieur

Summary: Honestly just read it, bro Idk what to say (and if you see a typo... no you don't) oh p.s. I switch from Valentino to Hawk a lot

Words: ?

While we drive through Santo Padre, my mind drifts away to EZ. I know he's a prospect but I can't help but feel some way about him. And besides, being a prospect doesn't make him any less of a human to me. I don't know what the other guys would say though.

As we make it to the scrapyard, I see Valentino look around in curiosity as he should, considering it was his first time here. As we hop off our bikes I hear Angel ask Valentino about his bike. The two were flirting so bad I thought it was cute but now I wanna barf.

As the blazing sun hit my back I heard Valentino say "So?"

"Let's get the fuck inside, It's way too hot to have an actual conversation out here" I whined. Not wanting to stand out there any longer than needed.

Hawk opened the door to the clubhouse with me and Angel following close behind. As we're walking in, EZ comes over with wet rags and hands them to us. When he gets to me, I hold his hand in place for a bit longer and wink at him, and laugh as he starts blushing.

"Thanks, prospect get us some water too." Hawk coughs out, "it's way too fucking hot out there." Angel nods at EZ to get some drinks.

As we're waiting for our water, Bishop walks over with a confused look on his face as he spots Hawk. "Valentino? What are you doing here-?" he says surprised.

"Hey uncle," Valentino says with a big smile on his face as they go into a big hug.

EZ then walks over with the drinks and we all thank him. Once we got a good drink in Coco walks over to Valentino to introduce himself. "I'm Coco, got a nickname?" he says while looking Hawk up and down.

"Call me Hawk," Valentino says, trying to be nice.

"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?" Coco spits out while Hawk shoots him a confused look.

"The hell do you mean? I didn't-" Hawk says, trying to understand what's happening. I step in and say "Nah Nah, Coco that's just his resting face. I know he always lookin' like he wants to punch someone in the face." I explained while Coco gives me a cautious glare.

Valentino holds out his hand, trying to restore whatever first impression he has left. Coco took it, pulling him into a bro hug. "Aight, just don't go breakin' my jaw now." He laughed.

'Woo glad I don't have to beat somebody's ass the first day my best friends back' I thought.

As Hawk introduces himself, to everyone I walk over to EZ with a knowing smirk as he spots me and turns back to cleaning out the glasses.

"So how you feelin' tonight EZ?" I ask as he hands me a glass full of beer.

"I'm fine" he mumbles, obviously still blushing as he tilts his head down to hide it.

"You sure? you look a bit hot," I say "wanna take that shirt off?" Trying to persuade him to strip out of at least his shirt.

"You know I can't do that Atlas, I'm working." He says while wiping down the counters and serving drinks at the same time.

"Come onnn just a little peek for me pleasee." I say, "No." he warns me with a stern voice and I finally give up and move to another table, leaving EZ to work.

A few hours later, the moon was shining brightly while the stars were twinkling. The loud music and drunken conversations drown out all thoughts from my brain. (cringy asf 🤣)

As I walk over I see some Blondie and Nails going at it and Angel and Hawk pulling them apart. Once they're apart I see Nails push Hawk back off of her and she looks like she's about to attack him.

"Yo, Chillout Nails. He's new." I warn, letting her know to back off.

She then backs up and looks Valentino up and down. "You are new. What's your name?" She asked, giving him bedroom eyes. I give her a 'don't fuck around' look.

Valentino looks uncomfortable and replies "Not really important..." looking embarrassed.

And before I can say anything to resume any conversation with EZ, Angel calls him to take Blondie home, fucking cockblocker.

As I go back to the table and start to tell the guys about Hawk, I can see him walk over to where all of the guys are. As soon as I try to start he kept putting his hand over my mouth and shushing me, but after a long episode of that, I finally get to start. "This motherfucker used to be 5'8 with SHORT, FRIZZY orange hair and ZERO facial hair. When I saw him at the Liquor store I didn't even recognize his ass! I went on and on, while we were all laughing and messing around. "But he has good ass aim with literally anything. He was our sniper and our medic, he mostly dealt with Galindo when he had to talk to us. Lifesaver honestly, he was kinda our inside guy." Bishop drunkenly patted Hawk on the back, laughing. I hear Angel call Valentino over to play pool.

After a while of listening to some crazy drunk stories Bishop was spewing, I slipped away to Angel and Valentino's pool game to see how they were doing. I put my hand on Hawk's shoulder as he was aiming for his shot and deciding I'm gonna tease Angel a bit. "Angel, hate to break it to ya' but Hawks' gotta have the second-best shot other than Bishop," I remarked.

And if as on cue, Hawk shoots two balls in at the same time. Angel rolls his eyes and gets ready for his shot.

And by the time EZ gets back and goes into his trailer for the night, Angel's drunk-ass decides to make Hawk drive his dumbass home and I was stuck bored, lonely, and drinking my ass off.

God, I love this place.