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ddejavvu · 11 months

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omg okay so today is like 4/20 so like dealer!polymarauders or dealer!remus getting super high with reader and ending up getting the muchies so they like eat reader out or fuck <33

my brain is so clouded w this thought i cannot argh

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

The lesson you're learning tonight is that someone has to make sure the snack stash is properly stocked before anyone lights up. Only an hour into your smoke session, James had gotten the munchies, and you'd found only a dust patch where your collection of chips and candies had once been. You all reeked of weed, so sneaking off to the kitchens was a no-go.

James is a bright man, and he'd improvised. The remnants of his meal are still smeared over his chin, your release glistening against his skin, barely visible as he towers over you.

Your head is resting on the edge of his bed, Sirius and Remus's shoulders supporting your thighs as they huddle between them. They're feasting on James's leftovers, tongues eagerly lapping up any slick James had left behind after making you cum. They're desperate to lick up any new gushes that the swirling, suction-like motion of their tongues induce, and you're sure one single glance at the way they're devouring your cunt would make you cum on the spot.

Unfortunately, or very fortunately, you can't see them, because James's hips are in the way. He's standing right at the edge of his bed, straddling your face as his cock slides down your throat. After all, you've got the munchies too.

The position you're in will strain your muscles, you're sure of it, but you couldn't stop if you tried. Your hips buck into Remus and Sirius's faces, dragging your clit up to their noses as they groan gruffly into your cunt. Remus chases the sensitive bud, but Sirius stays below, tongue lapping just above your ass at the slick and spit that are beginning to drip down the curve of your flesh.

When Remus purses his lips around your clit, suckling lazily at the bundle of nerves, James strokes your cheek, wiping a gag-induced tear off of your skin.

Your hips jerk again and Sirius bites your thigh, "Stay still, pet."

"She can't help it," James drawls, rolling his hips further towards your face, cock stuffed that much more into your mouth, "Poor thing probably can't even breathe with my dick down her throat."

"She's wet," Remus gushes, tongue dipping once more below your clit to mesh with Sirius's as the two men drool into your cunt, "God, fuckin'- dripping, she's staining Sirius's pants."

"Nah," The man shakes his head, and he doesn't have to glance down at the wet spot on his jeans to know it's not your drool, "Came in m'pants, Moony. Couldn't help it, s'too good."

Remus reaches over to fit his hand over the stain, squeezing experimentally at Sirius's still-present bulge. The man lets out a groan and mashes his face into your cunt as a response, tongue driving you crazy as it presses into your cunt. Remus chuckles, turning his attention to Sirius and giving the man more room to devour your cunt, "Pants off, Pads, m'gettin' a new craving."

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 6 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 11

Part 1 Part 10

Steve Harrington is stoned out of his mind in Eddie Munson’s bed. His eyes are red and periodically drooping closed, and he’s been smiling goofily up at the ceiling for the last ten minutes.

He’d started out sitting but has been steadily melting into Eddie’s pillows ever since. What a lightweight. Eddie refuses to be charmed.

“I’m hungry,” Steve whines, smacking Eddie’s hip repeatedly with his good arm.

“It’s the munchies, man. It’ll pass.”

Steve fucking Harrington fucking pouts in Eddie fucking Munson’s fucking bed in the fucking underworld. “I’ve never had them before,” he mutters.

Eddie eases down next to him until they’re hip to hip, so he doesn’t have to keep looking at him. “You don’t usually get hungry when you’re high?” he asks before remembering this is somehow his first time.

“Weed virgin,” he says, before dissolving into laughter, drawing out the E in weed so much that it sounds like he’s saying an extremely unenthusiastic “whee!”

Eddie can’t control himself. “Well, if you ever get too hungry, I’ve been told I taste delicious.” It comes out lascivious, just like he meant it.

When Harrington starts laughing, he wants to shove the words back down his throat and let them curdle like spoiled milk. “Like, like, the Donner party?” he asks, gasping through his laughter. It’s starting to sound a little hysterical.

“So caught up in the hilarity of cannibalism you didn’t get the innuendo,” he squeezes Steve’s cheek mockingly, caught up in the joke now, in the high of making a pretty boy laugh with a stupid quip and not getting punched about it.

“What’s an innuendo?” His eyes are wide and trusting, face flushed by the hilarity of the moment.

“It’s okay,” Eddie says, “you’re high out of your gourd.”

Steve smiles over at him, nuzzling into the pillow.

“Oh, no.” Steve Harrington is sweet when high. He may never recover.

“Hmm?” It’s barely a sound with the way Steve’s smushing his face into Eddie’s pillowcase.

“Go to sleep, pretty boy.” He does. It takes Eddie much longer.

Eddie wakes in the night to Steve muttering in his sleep. He sounds distressed. On instinct, Eddie movies his hand to pat the other boy’s head, running his fingers through his oily hair until he falls back asleep.

He’d think it was a dream, but when he wakes up again, first this time, his hand is still in Steve’s hair. He removes it hastily, pulling at the strands as he extricates himself. Steve murmurs, blinking his eyes open.

“Mom?” Steve blinks his eyes blearily a few more times.

“What day do you think it is?” Eddie asks, breezing past the moment. “It has to be at least Monday, right?”

Eddie can almost see Steve’s brain rebooting, changing tracks. “Ugh,” he says, levering himself upright. “I’m going to fail Chemistry.”

“I already did!” Eddie says, smiling brightly, like the thought of summer school doesn’t make him feel like dying.

“Dude,” Steve says, shaking his head. “It’s November. You’ve got plenty of time.”

Eddie thinks of the missed quizzes, failed labs, unfinished homework, and wishes it worked like that. Maybe it does for people like Steve with rich parents and jock tendencies. Someone who teachers like. But Eddie’s a Munson straight through – there’s no way this is coming up heads.

“You know, maybe this whole thing will be worth it if I never have to see Mrs. Click’s face ever again.”

Steve finally stands from the bed, putting a hand on his hip and wagging the other in Eddie’s face. “Young man, if you don’t apply yourself, how will you ever get anywhere in life?” He pitches his voice high. The intonation’s off, but the tone is eerily accurate. Eddie shudders.

“Never say that to me again.”

Steve laughs. They lapse into silence.

Eddie wants to offer the other boy breakfast, an extra toothbrush, some coffee, but he settles for grabbing one of the water bottles and handing it over, reveling in Steve’s quiet, “thanks.”

“What now?” Steve asks.

“Truth or dare?” Eddie asks, just to be an ass.

“Truth,” Steve says, no hesitation, like he’s used to answering fast at intimate parties Eddie’s never been invited to.

“When did you first have sex?” he asks, just to be an ass again.

“Jenni Bartley, seventh grade.”

“Dude gross,” Eddie says, nose wrinkling. “You were like a child!”

Steve shrugs, crosses his arms defensively, “I was thirteen!” Then his nose wrinkles, too. “Oh, gross.”

Eddie laughs.

“Well, what about you?” Steve asks wiggling his eyebrows dorkily. “When did you pop your cherry?”

Eddie feels his cheeks blooming pink. “Nu uh!” he says, crossing his arms like he’s seen umpires on TV do. “You can’t just repeat the same question back, man. That’s cheating.”

Steve throws his hands in the air. “Fine! What’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get out?”

The first thing that crosses his mind is a shower, followed closely by a milkshake and a basket of fries from the diner. That’s not what sticks, though. “Give Uncle Wayne a hug.” Steve’s mouth drops open. “Why do you look surprised?”

He picks at his nails, not meeting Eddie’s eyes. “I don’t know.” He picks the skin around his thumb, sucks up the bead of blood that blooms up. “I just wouldn’t have even thought of that.”

Eddie thinks of what all the kids in the halls used to say, big house, no parents, and can’t say he blames him. “What would you do?”

“I thought we couldn’t just repeat the question,” he says, but continues before Eddie can mount his defense. “I want a full breakfast from the diner.” He sighs, like he’s imagining it now. Steam rising off a hot cup of coffee, butter melting into pancakes fresh out of the gridle, hash browns fried just right, bacon dripping with fat. “I’d kill for some bacon.”

Eddie clutches his hand to his chest with a theatrical gasp. The smack of his dislocated then relocated finger against his chest hurts, but the show must go on. “I thought you said you wouldn’t eat me!”

Steve chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. “Last resort, man.”

“What’s your favorite color?” Steve asks.

“Obviously black.”

“Black isn’t a color, man,” Steve says. “You really are flunking chemistry, huh?”

“That is not chemistry!” Eddie says with faux indignation.

He pushes the hunger pangs down and continues the game. They’ll have breakfast at the diner again someday, even if he has to kill for it.

Part 12

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #my fic

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bagelrites · 4 months

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Skephalo Week 2024: The Meet-Up Anniversary

Calling all artists, writers, editors, and creators for five days of Skephalo celebration! The event will run from February 1st to 5th, to center around the Meet-Up Anniversary, February 3rd. The prompts for each day are as follows:

Day 1: Thursday, Feb 1st

Muffins, Trolling, Language!

Day 2: Friday, Feb 2nd

Distance, Yearning, Jealousy

Day 3: Saturday, Feb 3rd

Meet-Up, Clingy, Gifts

Day 4: Sunday, Feb 4th

Domestic, Munchy MC, Promises

Day 5: Monday, Feb 5th

Moving In, Valentine, “I Miss You”

You can create something for all five days, just one day, whatever works for you. All forms of content are welcome, whether they be art, writing, gif sets, edits, etc, and new/beginner artists, writers, and creators are encouraged to join!

Works featiuring c!skephalo are welcome, but the event is mainly focused on cc!skephalo, given the "meet-up anniversary" theme. That said, I don't want to limit anyone's creativity, so feel free to create AUs of any kind!

Tag all works as #skephalomeetupanniversary and/or tag me so I can see and reblog everyone's contributions! Late entries are welcome, though I may be less likely to see them. Fics can be posted to Ao3 and/or Tumblr, and if there's enough interest, I will set up an Ao3 collection for those who wish to post there.

Works that negatively portray any of Skeppy and BadBoyHalo's friends (or of course, Skeppy and Bad themselves) are not welcome, and I will not promote them. This week is meant to be fun and positive, so let's keep it that way!

#skephalo #skeppy #badboyhalo #bbh #skephalo week #join my fun event its gonna be epic I prommy <3

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xxenbypunkxx · 3 months

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Munchy on a Monday

#nosferatu #munchy #dark academia #spooky #vampire aesthetic #vampire #bro these photos go so fucking hard #vampyr #photography #spooky photoshoot #photoshoot

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soothifying-sounds-asmr · 2 years

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Tangzhong Milk Bread by 우미스베이킹Umi's baking

Tangzhong is a roux premixed & cooked for bread

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narcissuslecter · 2 months

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will graham teaching hannibal how to smoke weed. from a bong. or vice versa but i believe will would smoke weed before hannibal did.

tw 4 weed smoking!

will graham weed smoking (+ teaching hannibal 2 use a bong) headcanons for u babes <3

will graham smokes joints mostly, he rolls them by hand, only on weekends, never during cases.

he has one bong that he has back from when he was in high school that managed to make it's way through police academy, his years on the force and his current position at the fbi.

his bong is only for labour day weekends.

beverly is his dealer, she grows it herself with some gardening tips she got from price.

he smokes with beverly sometimes.

hannibal approaches him after a recent ripper murder after he saw the "uniquely shaped vase" on will's bedside table.

It's a sunday night, they're both off monday.

hannibal has a "european strain" that he had imported.

will, as a federal agent, does not want to know how hannibal got it here on such short notice. or how hannibal knew how to access it at all.

hannibal has the most insane charcuterie platter laid out for them. hannibal claims it's for the "munchies".

will almost coughs up a lung laughing so hard

will packs a half bowl, goes through the motions to show hannibal. only coughs a little bit.

hannibal packs himself a full bowl.

clears it.

does not cough.

will stares at hannibal as if he's the devil.

they eat for hours with hannibal describing every single piece of food as they eat it even down to the baking process of the baguette he had made.

n e ways, there is ur will + hannibal smoking weed headcanons. hope u enjoyed!

if u want more unhinged fandom headcanons, like, reblog, share, follow, or just be gay.

see u next time <3

#hannibal #will graham #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannigram #hannibal lecter #hannibal headcanons #headcanons #gay headcanon #unhinged headcanon #weed smoking #smoker!will graham #will graham smokes #weed smoker headcanon #weed smoking headcanon #tw weed #tw weed smoking

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popping-your-culture · 1 month

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Check out the blog for more Margot Robbie pics!

#margot robbie #goddess #legs and heels #legs for miles #smoke show #legs for days #legs and pantyhose #movies #smoking hot #suicide squad #harley quinn

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alicelethimeat · 2 months

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I saw someone coined the term Mithrun Munchies Monday and Im gonna steal it

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tzyuki · 2 years

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[ 정원 ] OBLS ꒰ Y.JW x F!READER

003. first day munchies | written + smau (348)

IN WHICH ?! — Years after filming a viral documentary in 8th grade, two former enemies get pulled back in front of cameras but for an idol reality show.

Jungwon ended up agreeing to film the documentary. It was a Monday morning on the 5th of March. The first day of filming.

Y/n and Jungwon were sitting at tables on campus, they were asked to get their super early to film an introduction.

“1, 2, 3. Action!” The camera was rolling. “Please introduce yourself.” The director asked, “Hello, I’m Seok Y/n.” She waved at the camera, smiling as big as she could.

“Hi, I’m Yang Jungwon.” He said without a smile unlike Y/n. “What are some things you guys hate?” The director asked.

“How— how is this relevant?” Y/n asked the director, a little confused. “Can you focus? Just answer the question.” Jungwon scoffed.

“I hate rude people, people who are rude for no reason.” Y/n looked over to Jungwon. “How about you?” Y/n asked him.

“I hate pathetic people. It’s embarrassing if I’m being honest. I despise people who are hopelessly pathetic the most.”

“I hate Twice antis.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “Can you not?” Jungwon looked at the girl, he wondered if she could quit talking about kpop for one hour. But it’s Seok Y/n we’re talking about here.

“What…” Y/n sulked. “Whatever.”

“So, I’m supposed to help Seok’s tanks go higher?” Jungwon asked and the director nodded his head. “This is gonna be difficult.” He muttered.

“Can we just go get breakfast?” Y/n asked.

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The two were now sitting across from each other at a cafeteria table. Students of Decelis were looking at the camera crew, wondering what was going on.

“We should be studying instead of eating right now.” Jungwon said as he dropped his chopsticks onto his plate. “We need something in our system! I can’t work with my stomach being angry at me y’know!” Y/n eyed the food on his plate.

“You gonna eat that?” She asked, “You’re seriously that hungry right now?” He scoffed and pushed his plate towards her. “I get the first day munchies.” She sulked once again.

“What the hell is that?”

“I just get nervous so I snack on stuff.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Hey, at least I don’t start talking a lot and annoy people with my nervousness .”

“You do talk a lot, it’s a tad annoying.”

“Whatever, it’s nothing.”

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#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #enhypen imagines #jungwon smau #enhypen jungwon #jungwon fanfic #jungwon scenarios #jungwon social media au

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track2hack · 1 year

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09.03.2023

Chester getting some munchies in this afternoon 😋

His gelding procedure is booked for Monday 13th! 🙌

#he’s a VERY nice colt and he’s probably an ideal non-showline mini conformation but I don’t breed so off they come 🤷‍♀️#horseblr #horsblr #equiblr #equine #equestrian #horses #horses of tumblr #miniature horse #miniature pony #mini horse #mini pony #chestnut pinto #my ponies

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horce-divorce · 6 months

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Update for interested parties: the last few days were frought, the situation in Wisconsin was not what we had hoped it would be at all once we got here, and it ended up not working out. Too many people with not enough space and too many clashing needs. it ended up feeling very unsafe for everyone.

We're staying with a different friend instead now, and today their mom/owner of the property not only said we could stay here for the winter if we need to, but also was scheming to try and find us a pop-up trailer this morning which we were totally blown away by, she's wonderful. We still want the kind of mobility where we could take off again at a moments notice, so I'm sorting that out, but we're with friends and thankfully not in a rush to leave again anytime soon.

i'm not sure if a camper is what we'll end up with. It isn't quite as stealthy as i'd like (if we need to urban camp at all it doesnt really work), but it would certainly add a lot of space and be more than doable, and Bel really liked the idea. If that doesn't work out, I'll look at trading our current vehicle for a used camper van in a comparable price range. I've never done that before but I have time to do research.

Thanks to the donations this week, we were able to fill the tank and get Bels meds on the way out here, which was such a huge relief. That gives us at least another month to try to find a prescriber for another refill. We also got a great haul from the food pantry out here, which was fun because the lady we're staying with actually runs it and it's inside an abandoned building.

the pantry was already in the building when it wasn't abandoned. my friend's mom took it over and was allowed to keep it in its original space, but everyone else moved out. My friend had the keys, so they took us in thru the back and this series of totally unlit, crowded corridors with random appliances, furniture, books and clothes, all of it donated. it was one of the most surreal experiences I've ever had. I asked to go back to take more pictures, which is why the 2nd pic is lit better.

Their house is also really cool. It's an old farmhouse, much bigger, with fewer people here, and we have a proper room upstairs rather than in an unfinished basement. there's a super comfy bed in here, too. I actually haven't had back pain in the morning here, for the first time since my surgery in May!

Also, absolutely wild shit in the world of drugs: nary a weed dealer to be found in this area, because delta 8 has completely taken over the market. I was deeply unimpressed when I tried it a few years ago, but my friend got us a live resin hhc/cbd/cbg/thcp cartridge and........... I am stoned. Like PROPERLY stoned. I haven't been this properly stoned since like 2013. It does kinda give me a headache, but it also helps the pain and gives me munchies and helps me sleep just like real weed. I even remembered my dreams a bit better than with d9.

Anyway I'm very grateful for my queer community today, for my friends mom who has come to my rescue more times than my own mom, and for everyone who's been invested, sending us money, advice, locations to scope out, items, and links; everyone who's been reblogging; and even everyone who's just listening to us talk and post, watching quietly from the sidelines.

We still have to go retrieve the rest of our stuff from the last place (on Monday), and things always change in an instant. We still have a lot of complex feelings, and this week was especially hard for Bellamy. He's never been through all this before this year, and the 19th was the anniversary of his worst trauma, losing the only good and loving person in his life 6 years ago. To be kicked out specifically on that anniversary was brutal. it made me wish I'd never brought him here. I really thought we'd be better off with that friend than on our own for the winter, and I made a mistake.

But we will still be okay. For now, we aren't alone, we're with good friends in a safe place, we've got food and meds and gas. We even have another place to stay if we change our minds. We check in with each other and process our feelings multiple times per day. It's still hard to get used to coming and going all the time; we stay in one place just long enough to get comfy and then we take off again, which is never long enough form a routine. So we're trying to learn how to do that for ourselves, based on our own needs, rather than around the location. But we're getting used to that, and each other's habits. When I go out to the car for supplies it smells like home in there.

It's hard feeling like we don't belong anywhere, like strangers care more about our wellbeing than our actual families. My dad did give us the car, and six months of insurance. He even renewed my license for me. But neither of my parents checks in on me, asks where we are or how we're doing. My mom seems to be getting more reactionary in her old age; not only did my transition cause a rift between us, she's now doubling down on trying to "cure" my autistic cousin when she knows that for both of us (and for Bel), our autism is a source of pride. She knows my disabilities and neurodivergence are what started this housing instability 10 years ago. She knows my health has been worsening. She doesn't text or call. All of you following this story on here know more about how and where we are than she does.

But times like this show us who our real friends and family are, and it's not the people who've left us to our own devices out here. It's everyone who's been stepping in to ask, "How are you doing? Can I send you anything? Do you need to talk? I love you. I want you to make it." The random guy we met hiking who never told us his name but who told us, "I hope you guys thrive. I really do." It's everyone who's sent us another $10 for our supplies because I haven't spent long enough in one spot to get any work done. It's the people who have never even met us before who offered to take Bel's cats indefinitely, or to let us come stay with them across the country. It's everyone who's pitching together to buy us more time when we need it. Everyone who sees us and bears witness and feels something about it.

At the end of the day, we sort of are choosing this lifestyle; if we wanted out, we would have to stay in one place longer than winter, get jobs, save money, find our own housing. But we kind of don't. Despite the hardships, despite what this journey is revealing about ourselves and the people we thought we could trust, we feel like it suits us to live out of the car. We go where we want, when we want. We don't have to answer to anyone else's schedule. If we want to go south or west when it's cold and visit our friends, all we need is the gas money and the OK to come over. We love the woods and we love living out there. It feels distant and lonely sometimes, but so right. We like getting to bounce around and meet each other's people. We want to see the old growth and the redwoods and the mountains and the seaside and the grand canyon. We want to go to Cuba and Vietnam and Iceland and Denmark. Maybe our health won't allow for us to do absolutely everything we want, but working underpaid jobs and paying rent absolutely won't allow for it. We have a better chance at our dreams now. We can lose our place to stay again and be fine and just keep going; it's not the end of the world. It's what we planned on doing, anyway. No big deal.

Living in the car has already allowed us to do more and have more adventures in just 3 months than we did in 2 whole years of us both being housed. We do have a lot to process emotionally and there's a lot on our plates; it's hard, and we do need a lot of help. It's not always good. Not having access to the internet when we're running out of money and gas and food; not having anywhere to bathe; having to go long distances to collect water even when we're not feeling well; losing things because i put them in the wrong place and drove off; that doesn't even begin to scratch on converting the car for stealth camping, choosing our routes and places to scope for campsites in new areas, or trying to figure out which supplies would actually be more helpful and cost effective in the long run.

But it's still not really any worse than the rat race to stay employed and be good renters. It's just different. And after 10 years of housing instability, and waiting for something to change, it hasn't. I'm growing more and finding more peace by just leaning into it. Trauma and bullshit never ends. Life doesn't ever stop for you so you can think about what just happened; there's never gonna be a perfect, calm time for you to digest everything and then move on strengthened and changed for the next main event. You have to learn how to do all that and keep living no matter what bullshit is ongoing. That's what "rolling with the punches" means. The punches dont stop, you learn to expect them, you move with them. I cant put my life on hold just because I'm homeless. It's not stopping me from doing the things I want. It's not stopping me from being the kind of guy I aim to be, or from making the kinds of choices i want. My life before did that.

Tl;dr thank you for all your help and concern this week, we made it to a different space and are taking some time to breathe. We are feeling more than a bit bruised, this week has been awfully triggering, but we also feel very held right now and we have space to calm down. For another few days at least, it's gonna be okay.

✨️🛸✌️

#me #prsnl #car living #keeping reblogs on bc im putting this on our travel blog. just for reference #long post #do u like my delayed reaction selfie. rofl.#gpoy

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munchy-munch · 2 years

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Aconitum - Talking With Bruce

My schedule might be a little inconsistent for a bit as I'm moving into university dorms this week and classes start on Monday. Will try to update at least once a week though. -Munchy Munch

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Aconitum. What a beautiful flower. Vibrant in color and full in its bell shape. But aconitum is more than what it appears. A symbol of caution for what dangers exist as you come closer. A deadly beauty by nature. It's not it's fault. That's how it was made. That's how you were made. You are their perfect little creation. A beauty, drawing in all sorts, but a deadly little flower, killing with only a kiss. It's your nature, and you can't help it. But a question you should ask yourself is, will the flower wither away in hydra's grasps, or will someone come and save the flower, giving it all the nurturing, it needs to blossom as it was supposed to?

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“Y/n…….Yyy/nnn……. Can you hear me,” a voice said. Y/n? Who’s y/n?

“I need you to wake up y/n,” the voice said.

I was floating in a void of darkness and in front of me was a giant window into the world. It is cozy. It’s comfortable. I don’t want to wake up if it means I have to leave this comfort. I’ve never felt this kind of feeling before, warmth. Why would I want to? What waits for me out there?

“I’ll be back…. will watch you,” the voice said as it faded into the distance. And with that it was gone.

My head started to ache again. It feels like my brain is being split apart, ripped slowly in half. I want to scream and clutch my head. The void went from comfort to agony. I can’t breathe and my head…my head is splitting. Am I drowning?

I reached my hands out towards the window, but I started to sink away.

“Help,” I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my throat.

The face of a man peered into my window. He looked worried. His hand lifted in front of my window. Metal fingers? Metal fingers. Metal…. fingers…. My brain was working overtime. What was I trying to remember? It hurts to try and remember.

I tried to peer into my own past, but I can’t see anything beyond that white room of mine. But those metal fingers seem so familiar, and I should remember something like that. People don’t have metal fingers, right? They flowed in front of my window back and forth, back and forth. Their shine was mocking my failing memory.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re gonna be ok,” he said, and everything slowed down.

Ok, I’m going to be ok. I repeated this to myself over and over and over again. And with a deep breath, I closed my eyes, and I was outside my window, out of the void, and in my body.

My vision was a bit blurry, but I could still see the hand in front of my face. So, I reached out and grabbed his hand with my own. He jerked out of my grasp.

“Sorry,” I said.

“No, I should apologize. Banner said you weren’t responsive. I was just interested,” he said.

“I wasn’t responsive, but I think I’m going to be ok,” I said.

We sat there in silence. I feel the need to fill it with some kind of conversation. This isn’t like the silence with me and Hulk, this is awkward. I don’t like it. I looked over at him. He just looked at the wall in front of him. His eyes didn’t wander, and if I looked long and hard enough, I would think he wasn’t blinking either.

“Who are you,” I asked. He looked startled at my voice or maybe my question. He turned to me and met my eyes.

“You don’t remember,” he asked.

“Remember what?” Metal…fingers. It kept running through my mind but no matter what I couldn’t place it anywhere. But I know it’s important. I wouldn’t be holding onto it if it wasn’t.

“Never mind. I’m…,” he trailed off.

“You are,” I asked.

“Sorry. I’m Bucky,” he said, still zoning out a bit.

“Bucky…Nice to meet you. I’m, well, I don’t know. I’m just me I guess…,” I said as we sunk back into silence. The silence was a bit more comfortable now. I looked between him and the rest of the room. The door opened and Bruce came walking in.

“You’re up. Do you feel ok to talk,” he asked. I told him yes and he pulled a screen in front of my bed.

“We found out more about you, who you are, who had you, what happened to you and such,” he said as he started typing something.

“Ok, Bucky you can leave,” Bruce told him. Bucky looked up to Bruce and then over to me.

“I’ll uhh…I’ll see you around,” he said before leaving. I watched him until the doors shut behind him encasing Bruce and I in silence.

“So, where would you like to start? The good, the bad, the in between,” he asked.

“Who's Y/N,” I asked.

“Well, that’s you. We found your birth records. Y/N L/N, born to F/N and M/N L/N on B/D. But that’s where the good ends.”

I gripped the edges on the bed I was sitting on. The man and woman on the screen, I didn’t recognize them and that hurts. I should. I’m supposed to, but I don’t. They are strangers to me, foreign. But as I look closer, I can notice different features of theirs that look similar to my own. But I’m not sure if I’m imagining it or if I’m really seeing something similar in them.

“I’m ready. Tell me, please.” He took a deep breath before his eyes turned back to the computer screen.

“We also found a police report from your parents and the hospital. A missing child report. You had been taken from the hospital before they could even take you home. Hydra took you and a number of other children for their tests. You’ve been captive your whole life y/n,” he said.

It was so much to take in. My entire life, I’ve been held captive, held a prisoner? And they kidnapped children from a hospital? How cruel. Wait. Wait, wait, wait, where are my parents?

“What about my parents,” I asked him, hope filling my eyes.

“They would still be alive, right? I don’t think I’m that old and maybe they’ve been looking for me. They did file that report right?” But Bruce said nothing.

“Say something Bruce,” I said, my hope beginning to crumble.

“Please, I have to know,” I said. My eyes were burning, but I wouldn’t cry, I can’t, not yet. I have to know where they are.

“Y/n, I…your parents, we didn’t find any current record of them. It’s like they disappeared. I think…I think hydra got rid of them y/n.”

“Got rid of them?”

“I’m sorry y/n. We did the best we could. We searched, but there’s no trace of them anywhere. We can try to keep an eye out on the web, but it’s likely Hydra killed them off not long after they took you.”

I thought I would be able to see my parents. I thought maybe I would have a real family. I thought I could have a normal life, but I guess I’m not meant to be anything but the bane to the world.

“Y/N…”

“Where will I go, Bruce? I’m free, after so long, I’m finally free. But I don’t have anywhere to go. I don’t have a family or a home. I don’t know anyone Bruce. I have no one…” I said, drifting off into my head. The corners of my eyes started to darken and everything around me started to move into the distance. I turned my head only to see two figures encased in a white light, standing in the darkness.

“Y/n…Come back to me,” Bruce said in the distance.

“What is it like to have parents Bruce,” I asked. I turned from the figures and looked at Bruce. He was outside of my open window; I was still not sure if I was going to close it yet.

“I’m not the best one to ask since I didn’t have the best relationship with my own. But I can tell you this, your parents loved you so much, y/n. They must have known from the second their eye landed on you that you were the love of their lives, otherwise, they wouldn’t have been tearing the earth apart looking for you,” Bruce said.

“They loved me.”

“Love, they love you, because even if they are dead, they’re watching over you.” I leaned forward, out of my window, and hugged Bruce. I thanked him over and over.

“Umm, y/n?”

“Sorry, I just, I needed to hear that, thank you,” I said as I let him go.

“So, where am I gonna go,” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t have anywhere to go Bruce. I don’t know anyone or anything,” I said as I began to ramble.

“You’re staying here, in the tower, with us,” he said, “Besides, we need to observe your powers and make sure everything can remain stable before we just let you do whatever you want,” he said.

“So, I’m not free,” I asked looking up towards him.

“What, no, wait, that came out wrong. You are free, we just need to monitor you for some time. We’d ask that you remain in the building for now. You’ll be able to go wherever you want in the building. We just don’t want you to go out there and hurt anyone.” I nodded my head before looking deep into his eyes.

“Who’s everyone?”

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