and he took the eyebrows with him

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#1 ~ Reddie

warnings - implied homophobia

eddie kaspbrak could melt in richie tozier’s lips. they tasted of nicotine and strawberry chapstick. eddie had always found himself staring at those lips and wondering what it would be like to kiss them. he never thought much of it until it actually happened behind the high school during lunch period. it was never meant to happen but it just did and the two boys went with it. eddie thought the kiss would be a one time thing until it happened again. and again and again. now here eddie kaspbrak was, opening the front door for richie tozier so they could have their “study” session.

not even twenty minutes later, eddie was sat on richie’s lap with his arms around his neck and richie’s hands gripping his waist as they kissed. richie chuckled when eddie pulled away for air causing eddie to lightly smack him on the shoulder but he couldn’t hide his smile. the two sat there, foreheads resting against each other as they stared into each other’s eyes.

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ficlet; hero treatment

Prompt: Scully teases Mulder in a meeting.

A/N: I got asked for context for a little bit of one of the dead fic excerpt I posted. This is the last spare parts fic I’m posting, I promise.

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Scully arched her toes and her heel popped off. She let the shoe drop to the floor. “First off, I just want to congratulate everyone in this room on the exceptional service you have provided to our country. You truly exemplify the three pillars of our sacred motto: fidelity, bravery, integrity. You are the driving force…”

Between every movement she counted out the seconds, watching for any disruption in the rows of spiritless agents who scrawled out their notes and nodded their heads in remarkable synchrony. Many of them were second, third, or fourth year winners, and being good at their jobs meant suffering in every other respect. She could relate.

That was why she sometimes chose to be bad.

Her first move was to roll her ankle, then dig the ball of her foot into the carpet. Helena Mycroft announced the keynote speaker to limited applause. Scully wrote it down and shifted her hips, pulling herself closer to the table. Then, toes pointed, she started sliding her foot across the carpet – very lightly to avoid making any noise.

When she lifted her leg and made contact, he positively jumped. She had to stifle a laugh when his chin shot up from his chest and his sleepy eyes woke up and darted from left to right. He hadn’t been paying a lick of attention. Her teasing dragged him out of something deep, and it took him much too long to pinpoint the culprit, and when he did, he gave a rough jerk of his head.

“STOP. IT.” He mouthed through a snarl, dislodging her with a jiggle of his knee. She arched an eyebrow and slowly retreated, a smug tightness to the set of her lips. Looking at the projector, then back at Mulder, then back at the projector, she did not bother to put her shoe back on, and she awaited the inevitable.

It came in the form of him kicking her in the ankle.

What the hell was that for? demanded her searing glance, but Mulder had gone back to doodling in his legal pad. The only tick that gave him away was a flat, dopey grin, hidden part way into his fist.

That gave her all the permission she needed.

The presenter’s words registered in her ear without registering in her mind. She wrote them down as a hundred different conversations. Announced by location… that… every year we… catering is done by… as she pressed her toes to the front of his calf, trailing them upward. She lifted his pant leg away from his ankle, glanced up at him to gauge his reaction, and caught him staring her down. Unashamed of his own distractedness, he watched her intently with the knowledge it made her uncomfortable. If someone were to watch him, it would be so obvious. They would only have to look under the table…

She dislodged herself from the fabric. Unrestricted, she let her foot move further up his calf until she was right under his knee. Any further up, she would have to shift in her seat to give herself leverage to lift her leg. Her neck against the top of her chair, the gap between her lower body and the back of it. Mulder’s eyes betrayed his glee: she would have to give up.

“Alright, agents, we’ll reconvene in five minutes!” The room filled with the orchestra of the criminally bored – every chair emptied and the mild, hushed conversation arose in huddled pockets.

Scully gathered her things and traded seats with the sleepy older agent who had been situated to Mulder’s left. His new seat put his back to the speaker, and he was dozing off in no time. Scully settled in.

“Hello, Mulder,” she said, with such joy it caught the attention of their neighbors. No one in the Bureau quite knew what to make of their happiness whenever it was expressed; they supposed it impossible. Mulder flipped through a stack of papers that had been handed out at the beginning of the session and did not meet her eyes.

“People might think you’re clingy,” he warned, grabbing a pencil to erase at several different nothings.

She leaned in to whisper in his ear, her body angled away to avoid suspicion. “But Mulder,” she breathed, taking pleasure in how he pulled away from her. “I am clingy.”

He abruptly wrenched his body around to pull her to him, arm slung around her shoulder in a poor imitation of buddy-buddy behavior. “You dirty, dirty girl,” he laughed through gritted teeth, squeezing her tighter with each syllable. “Just wait until we get in that office, Scully. I’m gonna–”

Cut off by Deputy Director Kersh standing up to call the room back to attention, Mulder lifted his arm away and Scully straightened in her seat. Helena Mycroft resumed with her PowerPoint when her audience finished uncapping their pens and pulling in their chairs.

“After our keynote has finished and we’ve all stood for a hearty round of applause. We’re jumping straight into…”

Mulder knocked his knee against the table and swore. Their entire table turned to stare at them.

“You okay, Mulder?” she whispered, squeezing his cock firmly. She tilted her head in mock concern as she palmed him heavy through his slacks.

“Papercut,” he nearly yelled, slamming his fist down. “Getting shot hurts less. What’s the deal with that?”

Scully kicked him and he shut up, slumping over in his chair. After a few deep breaths, he calmed down, picked up his pen, and started writing. Excusing the way he held himself — like he’d been strung up from bone through skin — it was all very passable, her nails skimming his flesh with the lightness of a feather, her thumb finding and caressing the delicate tip.

Mulder was a fine actor whenever he felt it necessary. The more composed he looked often served as a reliable indicator for just how hard he was going to lose it, on a case or in her bed. With that new-found perfect posture and his unrivaled focus, he took real notes on what was being said, and even managed to answer a few questions. God, that made her wet. Toying with his mind – and with was paramount, for she was never cruel without the hope of reciprocation – gently coaxing it to come out and play with hers, laying trap after trap of all that might tempt him into her subcelestial games: that was as much fun as the rest of it. From cunt to consciousness she had him captivated.

Even so, it was Scully who found it difficult to maintain composure. She couldn’t stop licking her lips. Squeezing her thighs together was a miserable tease, and her mind raced with fantasies so ribald as to be rendered totally impractical, yet she could not think back on a time she had ever been more turned on. Ducking down under the table to deepthroat him until he howled his release like the crazed animal they all labeled him as. Stripping off her clothes – restrictive and intolerable as they’d become – and climbing up on the table to get fucked by him.

His large hand squeezed around her wrist, hard. She stopped. The only thing she heard was her own panting, echoing noisily in her head. She closed her eyes.

“That about covers it all, Agents.” The sounds of closing folders and crumpled up paper, of people getting out of their chairs and leaving the room. The projector clicked off; rookies stayed back to ask questions, A.D.’s stayed back to make lunch plans.

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89. "You're holding back" Ryan/Chad

A point had happened in Ryan’s career where he was kissing coworkers to raise money. Not that he had a problem for it, it was a good cause and Chad’s lips were gentle against his.

They pulled apart and the crowd cheered and Ryan could feel a smile creeping onto his face despite himself. When he turned back to Chad he could see the emotion he felt was shared, though Chad’s face held more of a smirk.

“You’re holding back,” Chad teased, laughing when Ryan’s eyebrow shot up in disbelief. “It’s for the kids, Haywood. Put some more effort into it.”

His voice was light and he was still laughing, but Ryan took that as a challenge. The team was about to move on to something else, but frankly Ryan didn’t care if the cameras were on them or not. He took a step towards Chad, entering his personal space and forcing him to look up in surprise, and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards himself.

Unlike their last kiss, which was gentle and soft and quick, Ryan was not so shy about this one. Their lips crashed together and the noise from Chad was lost in the gasp of the crowd behind them.

It didn’t take long for Chad to register what was happening and kiss back roughly, one hand gathering in the hem of Ryan’s shirt.

Something Jack was commentating made the crowd laugh but Ryan wasn’t paying attention to them. He let his hand move to Chad’s hair, carding through it and giving a light tug and Ryan used the opportunity where Chad’s lips paused to pull back and let his teeth graze across the skin of his swollen bottom lip. He pressed one more quick kiss to his lips then pulled away with a smirk.

There was a less uniform cheer this time. Some people seemed uncomfortable, and some whooped and screamed, but all the mattered was the look on Chad’s face that said Ryan had won.

Leather Jacket

Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, I’M 20 AND WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT YOU UNDERAGE KIDS DECIDE TO READ. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 


The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.

Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.

“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair. 

“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.

Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.

“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.

Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.

This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.

“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-

“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.

Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.

You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.

“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him

Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.

After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before. 

You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.

You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just here and you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?

Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.

Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.

Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.

Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.

Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.

You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.

His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.

Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.

Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.

You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.

“I did something about it.”

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waking up the wolf inside

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Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.

Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.

Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.

And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.

Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.

“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.

Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.

The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.

Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”

Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”

Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”

“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”

Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.

Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.

“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”

What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”

“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”

Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.

Water.” Derek growls.

“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.


“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”

Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”

Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.

“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”

Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”

“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.

“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”

Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”

“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.

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Nightmares and Bruises

Request: Could you maybe please do 56 and 79 with Billy from stranger things.

Prompt: 56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.” And 79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, i’s dangerous.”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warning: Mentions of abuse

Word Count: 1623

A/N: BTW I do not condone any of Billy’s behaviour in stranger things. Thank you for the request!! Please feel free to request anything! Part 2 of this is a possibility if people want it.

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For the past year, ever since Steve had dragged her to Jonathan’s to confront Nancy and they had battled the Demogorgon, Y/N had suffered from terrifying nightmares. Her parents both worked for Hawkins Lab and had assured her multiple times that the old people had gone and that nothing like that would ever happen again. However, it didn’t reassure her. Her parents worked late most nights and would sometimes not even come home at all with only a brief phone call to tell her. When they weren’t home it was worse. She would wake up in cold sweats, breathing hard and sometimes crying.

This night was one of those. Shaking, Y/N swung her legs out of bed, pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, put her shoes on and left the house after locking the door. The air was cold and her hoodie didn’t provide much protection. There was a soft breeze that swirled the autumn leaves into the air which she watched as she walked down the road. There was little noise this time of night and it was beautifully peaceful.

Hiding her hands in her hoodie, she shuddered as the sound of a car engine roared through the silence. She moved to the side of the road for the car to pass but, to her surprise, it pulled up beside her.

“Y/N, right?” The driver said as she looked over to see it was Billy Hargrove. She nodded her head and he smiled. “What you doing out this late in the cold, princess?” Y/N and Billy knew of each other but had never actually spoken at school. That was mainly down to the fact that he was not nice to Steve.

Y/N shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep” She studied the boy’s face and noticed a bruise beginning to form under his cheekbone.

“Want to come for a drive? I’d rather not leave you out in the cold.” He reached across and opened the door. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

Realising that he was probably right and that there was little chance of him actually turning out to be an axe murderer, she shrugged and climbed into the dark blue Camaro. The warmth from the inside of the car immediately engulfed her and she sank further into the seat as Billy set off.

“Anywhere particular you wanted to go, princess?” Billy asked glancing at the girl in his passenger seat.

“Not really” She muttered and looked out of the window as he turned on the radio and Rebel Yell by Billy Idol flooded the car. “What happened to your cheek?”

Billy glanced at her but she was still looking out of the window. “It’s nothing.”

“Is it the reason you’re out this late?” Y/N asked looking over at the blond.

“We’ve all got our demons, princess.” Was his response and she didn’t press him further. He thought most people would have and was suddenly glad it was her he had found and not anyone else.

They drove around aimlessly for a few hours, talking every so often and then letting the music fill the silence the rest of the time. He dropped her off at home and looked at the empty drive. “Where’re your parents?”

”At work. They either work really late or just stay at the office all night.” Y/N explained as she opened the door. “Thanks for the ride.” She smiled softly.

“Anytime, princess.” He returned the smile as she shut the door and walked away.

This continued to happen frequently over the next month. Y/N would have a nightmare and would go for a walk to clear her head and most times Billy would pull up with fresh bruises and they would go for a drive. Neither of them spoke any other time; they would glance at each other at school but that was about it. Their conversation and friendship were limited to the inside of Billy’s car. Neither of them really minded. They found an escape in each other.

However, one night the normality of their meetings was broken. Y/N was, for once, sleeping peacefully, when there was a knock on her window. Sleepily she had sat up and would have gone back to sleep blaming it on her imagination if it hadn’t sounded again. She walked over to the window, opened the curtains and locked eyes with those familiar blue irises. She opened the window as she took in his face. There were bruises all over his face but unlike usually, his nose was also bleeding, his lip and eyebrow was split and there were bruises visible under his ripped shirt.

“Billy?” She questioned as he started to climb through the window and nearly fell, causing her to grab him.

“Hey, princess.” He muttered as he winced in pain.

“What happened?”

“My dad didn’t like the way I was talking to my step-mom.” He told her as she helped him sit on the bed. “I didn’t know where else to go.” He whispered as he looked at the floor.

“It’s okay. I’m going to get the first aid kit.” Y/N said as she motioned for him to stay put. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit with shaking hands.

She walked back into the room and sat next to him and started pulling things out of the kit. Bill turned to look at her and noticed her shaking fingers as she tried to pour some alcohol onto some cotton wool. He placed his hands over hers and she stopped shaking and looked at him. He nodded reassuringly and she began to clean the cuts on his face. She then pulled out the tea tree oil and gently rubbed a small amount into the bruises on his face.

“Could you…?” She trailed off as she gestured to his tattered shirt; unable to meet his gaze.

He just nodded and pulled it off. Her hands started shaking again as she rubbed the ointment into the bruises on his chest and then on his back. She packed the kit away and just put it on the floor next to her bed. “Do you… Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

“If you don’t mind.” He said shakily.

“Of course not.” She murmured as she climbed into bed. He kicked off his shoes and climbed in next to her as she switched off the light.

“Thank you.” He whispered as they started to drift off.

“Anytime.”

Him coming over in the middle of the night after a fight with his dad started to become regular thing. Not once did he look as bad as the first time and each time she was glad of it. She hated to see him hurt. Her parents had begun to spend more time at the lab lately so she was always glad for Billy’s company. It seemed with Billy by her side, the nightmares didn’t have the courage to attack. Billy had found a place where he actually felt safe and was reluctant to give it up anytime soon. They still didn’t talk at school but glances had evolved into smiles when they saw one another. Other people were beginning to catch onto them but no one ever saw them together.

“You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window. Especially when my parents aren’t home.” Y/N smiled as Billy climbed into her room from the darkness outside.

“Where’s the fun in that, princess?” He chuckled. There were small bruises in the shape of finger prints on each of his biceps. He sat on the bed as she grabbed a small bottle of tea tree oil that she now kept in her bedside table. No matter how many times he told her it didn’t matter, she wouldn’t listen so he had just started giving up and letting her put the ointment on the bruises.

“You staying?” She asked as she rubbed the ointment into each bruise on his arms.

“If that’s alright.” He whispered.

“Always.” She smiled and met his gaze. 

As she put the bottle away, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and trousers and got into the bed. After the first few times he had just started sleeping in his boxer shorts. She climbed in next to him and laid her head on his chest. One of her legs was thrown over his hips and her hand rested on his necklace right above his heart. One of his arms was wrapped firmly around her waist and the other played lazily with her hair. They had gotten used to sleeping in a tangle of limbs pretty quickly and now neither of them would have it any other way.

Y/N very quickly dropped off to sleep after she spent the previous night awake from her nightmares. Billy looked at her sleeping peacefully on his chest. He had tried so hard not to fall for her. Had tried so hard to convince himself they were just friends. But as he looked at her slowly moving with the rise and fall of his chest he realised it; he was well and truly in deep. He loved her.

Thanks Mom

Prompt: You’re Steve’s gf and the golden girl of Hawkins High School … and you aren’t quite as good at taking the high rode as your bf when it comes to Billy Hargrove. 

Warnings: Innuendo. Language. Threats. Basically 25% trying to kill Billy; 75% fluff with Steve’s gf being the Mother of his Children 

You shoved you’re books in your locker just in time for Steve to sweep you off your feet. 

“Hey, good lookin’.” He smiled. 

You rose an eyebrow and restrained a laugh. “Hi Gorgeous. Why are you so chipper?” 

He sighed, toying with the hem of your shirt. “Well I’ve got this crazy hot date tonight.” 

“Ugh, I know, she’s so out of your league.” You grinned. “How do you cope?” 

“Well, you know I’m good in the sack.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.  

You tossed your head back in laughter, checking to see if anyone had heard him, before leaning closer. 

“You do have that going for you.” You murmured, pecking him on the lips. 

“Yeah?” He kissed you back, and didn’t pull away this time, pressing you against your locker.  

“Harrington. Leave room for Jesus, will you?” Ms. Lockhart barked from her classroom door. 

You pulled away from him and giggled, the slightest hint of blush in your cheeks as you peeked over Steve’s shoulder.  

“Meet me at my car?” Steve said. 

“Why don’t you meet me at mine, sweetheart?” Billy Hargrove strutted by the two of you, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. “I’d love to give you a ride.” 

Steve took his hands from your waist to face Hargrove, but you grabbed his hands and put them back on your hips, looking Billy in the eyes. 

“Stick to what you’re used to, Hargrove. We both know your car isn’t built to handle a girl like me.” You said evenly. 

Tommy, who flanked Billy, let his mouth drop, a giggle escaping. 

“Shut your mouth.” Billy said, with a side glance at Tommy, and then looked back to you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Well that’s one hell of a bluff, baby. Why don’t you call me, if you’d like to prove it?” He winked at you and then looked at Steve, “Or if you just get bored.” 

You and Steve both watched him as he made his way down the hallway. 

“Wow.” You said. “What a dick.” 

“Yeah, he’s been after me for a while.” Steve shook his head, “All this alpha male stuff about who runs this school or whatever. It’s bullshit, don’t worry about it.” 

“I won’t.” You said, then Steve looked at you.

“‘We both know you couldn’t handle a girl like me’?” He rose an eyebrow, a smile on his face. 

You bit your lip. “Yeah, was that a bit much?”  

“Babe, that was so hot.” 

You giggled as he pressed you up against the lockers once more, his lips on yours. 

Mister Harrington!” 

He broke away. “Sorry Ms. Lockhart.” He said, still looking at you. “God, you’re wonderful. Do I tell you that enough?” 

“No, not nearly.” You smiled. 

“Jesus Christ. Why don’t you just cream your pants now, Steve?” Came Dustin’s voice, with Will, Lucas, Mike, and Max in tow behind him. 

“Fuck off, man.” Steve took a step back. You noticed a slight blush in his cheeks, and it made you smile. 

“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” Dustin said. “No really, we can all turn around, give you your privacy in this public school hallway-”

“Hey, I’m the one with the car. So clearly you didn’t hurt my feelings, or your ass would be biking home.” Steve griped, grabbing your hand as you all made for the parking lot. 

“Sorry about that again, by the way.” Max said sheepishly. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” Lucas reassured her. 

“Yeah, she can’t help it her stepbrother’s the Antichrist.” Dustin added. 

“Billy Hargrove? What’d he do?” You turned to look at them. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve look at you, and then to the kids. 

“It wasn’t a big thing, really.” Steve said. 

“Basically, he tried to kill us.” Dustin said, ignoring Steve’s pointed looks. 

You stopped on the school’s front steps and turned. “He did what?” 

“Tried to run us over on our way home from school a couple weeks back.” Mike said. 

“I was arguing with him, he was just trying to freak me out.” Max added, rolling her eyes. 

“How-” You stopped, putting your hand on your hip and looking at them. “Exactly how close did he come to killing you?”  

They all glanced at one another. 

“Babe, are you …” Steve began, but you turned on your heel and started down the steps at a fast pace. “Hey, Y/N, where are you going?” 

“Do you still have that tire iron in your trunk?” You asked distractedly. 

“Um … what?” Steve looked at you, bewildered and alarmed. 

You opened his trunk, grabbed the metal instrument, and headed off in a different direction: Billy’s car. 

“Hey. Hey!” Steve called after you, but Dustin grabbed him when he made to go after you. 

Billy sat in the driver’s seat, Carol getting ready to climb in the passenger’s side. He saw you approaching, smiled, and leaned out the window. 

“Bored already, baby-” 

But he hadn’t finish his sentence before you’d lodged the tire iron in his left headlight. The crash attracted the attention of everyone in the nearest vicinity as glass scattered on the pavement.  

“Hey! HEY!” He threw his cigarette out and kicked open the door. 

Billy Hargrove was not a person to be taken lightly, but you only moved closer, stepping up beside the hood of his car. 

“You make a single move, Hargrove, and I will lodge this tire iron in your windshield.” You held it up threateningly. He paused, looking at you in alarm and muted rage. “Where EXACTLY do you get off trying to kill a bunch of kids, huh?” 

“What the fuck are you-”

“Don’t remember that, shitdick?” You raised your weapon higher. 

He glanced at it and then sighed. “Look, Sweetheart, I was just trying to teach my kid sister a lesson, okay? Nothin’ personal.” 

“I don’t give a fuck.” You snarled, leaning forward. “Those kids over there? They’re mine. If I see you so much as take a step in their direction your car will be the least of your problems. I will beat your fucking ass, do you understand me?” 

He watched you for a moment, and then scoffed and shook his head. “Alright, whatever. I get it. Just get the hell off my car.” 

You started to turn and then turned back, putting your hand on his door so he couldn’t shut it. He stopped and looked at you. “And just to be clear, you don’t run this school and neither does Steve. I do.” 

You released his car, turned on your heel, and marched back to the kids, tire iron still hanging from your right hand. Dimly, you heard Billy’s speakers turn up as he tore out of the parking lot. 

“Alright, Y/N!” Mike grinned. 

“Dude, he was so scared!” Max said incredulously. 

“God, Steve, you’re fired. Y/N’s our new Super Mom.” Dustin said. 

You put the tire iron on the hood of Steve’s car and your smile turned sheepish when you finally looked at him. 

“What the hell was that?” He asked, bewildered. 

You shrugged. “He could’ve killed them. We’ve got enough aliens and government conspiracies to deal with without some douche trying to mow them down on the street.”  

“God, I am so hot for you right now.” Steve grabbed your arm and pulled you against him, making you giggle and the kids let out a chorus of hurling noises. “You are the new Wonder Mom, I can’t beat that.” He said.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and grabbed the iron, “We can co-parent. Wonder Dad.” 

She loves watching him study.

The way he scrunches his nose when he comes across some obstacle, solving maths problems. The way his hair falls down on his face, his back hunched over a textbook. The way his eyes would light up when he understood something he was struggling with. She loves how smart he is, how nerdy he sounds when he’s explaining something to her.

He sometimes comes to the cabin to study with her, since she gets her own homework now too. Mr Clarke, who was, after a lot of hesistation, let on the secret, visits her three times a week, to help her prepare for eventual school after she doesn’t have to hide anymore.

And that’s another thing that leads to Mike. As much as El adores Mr Clarke, Mike is her favourite tutor. He explains the wonders of science in the same soft, attentive tone he used to explain friendships and promises, and El can’t help but keep asking, even if just to hear his voice and look at his freckles when he sits close to her on the floor.

One March evening they are sprawled on the floor, with notebooks laying around them, El doing her maths homework and Mike studying for a science contest. He was furrowing his dark eyebrows, with dark circles under his eyes.

That was probably the first time El hated watching him study.

His head was swaying over his textbooks, eyelids drooping.

‘Mike.’

'Hmm?’

'You need to sleep.’ she took the textbook out of his hands. He looked up at her with tired eyes.

'But, El, the contest’s in a week and I still need to…’

'You need to sleep.’ she said forcibly, furrowing her brows.

'Okay, okay, I’ll go to sleep earlier tonight, I promise. I just need to…’

'No. You’ll go to sleep now.’ she pointed at her bed and made the blanket hover over it slightly.

Then she took a hold of his hands and pulled him up, dragging him towards the bed. He didn’t protest much, yawning. He laid down, rubbing his tired eyes.

'Maybe a short nap is not the worst idea…’ and just like that, he was snoring almost as loudly as Hopper. She covered him with a blanket and couldn’t resist brushing her fingers trough his dark, soft hair. He muttered something incoherently, moving his head towards her palm. She smiled softly and went back to her maths homework, glancing at his peaceful face once a while.

But then, after a while, she heard him whimper slightly and lifted her eyes quickly. He was crying silently, curling into a ball, gripping blanket with his fingers.

She got up, unsure what to do.

'Don’t go… Please don’t leave me… ’ he sobbed, shaking. 'I can’t lose… I can’t lose you, please don’t…’

His voice broke and she gripped his hand in her own.

'Mike, Mike wake up!’

'Please…’

'Mike!’

He suddenly jolted awake, looking around frantically with tear-filled eyes, until they stopped on her face. After a few seconds he just wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly and pressing his face against her arm.

'It’s okay, Mike.’ she whispered, hugging him back just as tight. 'It’s okay. You’re okay.’

Hopper used to say that a lot when he woke her up from her nightmares.

'Y-you were gone again.’ he said quietly, his voice still shaking a bit, muffled by her shirt.

'But I’m not. I’m here, Mike. It’s okay now. I promise. I’m not going anywhere. ’

He nodded, but didn’t let her go for another few minutes. When he did, she gently wiped his cheeks and pressed a soft kiss against his still trembling lips.

'I don’t wanna go back to sleep.’ he said quietly, looking away.

'What if I stay with you?’

He stared at her, puzzled. She laid down next to him and pulled him down, so they were both laying on their sides, facing eachother, their hands intertwined.

'Hopper will kill me if he finds us like that. ’

'I won’t let him.’ she smiled at him, and lifted her chin a bit to kiss his forehead.

'Promise?’

'Promise.’

El loves watching him study, but what she loves even more is watching him sleep peacefully, with his fingers wrapped around her hands.

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All The Times You Slept In Bucky's Bed

Summary: In which you’re tired (literally and figuratively) of Bucky waking you up every night with his nightmares so you take matters into your own hands.

Bucky X Reader

Warning: Smut and Fluff

Words: 4,004

A/N: First reader insert fic that I decided to do for @marvelous-fvcks writing challenge. I had prompt 18 “God, I am too tired for this.”- I’m addicted to reader insert fics now. Expect more in the future.

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The first time you slept in Bucky’s bed you had gone three days without much sleep. Your bedroom was right next to his so every noise he made woke you up. It just so happened his consistent nightmares caused him to yell and moan in his sleep which in turn woke you up.

You groaned, head pounding as rest was stolen from you and rolled over. Your eyes found the bright red glow of the alarm clock. You allowed for your eyes to adjust before reading the numbers and groaned once more. 2:36am

You sat up, head aching with the motion, limbs protesting as the desire to remain in bed was overwhelming. You stared longly at your pillow contemplating if you should just give in and go back to sleep and deal with Bucky tomorrow when another cry tore through the air.

“Oh for fucks sakes,” you muttered standing up.

You left your room and found yourself in front of Bucky’s doorway. You knocked, three short raps, before opening it.

“Bucky it’s me.”

He didn’t hear you though, oblivious to the world as he thrashed around the bed. His eyes were screwed up tight, his expression the pinnacle of pain. His hands were clutched in his sheets, twist and tearing the fabric with the strength of his grip.

You cautiously walked over to him, aware he was the Winter Soldier and he might lash out in a moment of disarray. You grabbed his shoulders and shook.

“Bucky wake up.” He didn’t seem to hear you, his whimpering echoing in the room.

You shook him harder and spoke louder. “Bucky wake up!”

He gasped his eyes flying open, the gray hues flying wildly around the room until they stopped on your face. It was like he couldn’t see you and was staring through you. His eyes focused and with it came a ripple of confusion followed by the dawn of realization.

“Y/N s-sorry. Did I wake you?” You never heard him speak with such dubiety before, as if he was uncertain of himself. You breathed in heavily, your ire of interrupted sleep fading. This was not the Bucky you saw during the daytime. That Bucky was somebody who carried himself with a sense of pridefulness and attitude.

This Bucky was a broken and scared man. This was the man who had been tortured by Hydra into becoming a shell. An empty shell for them to forge and utilization. Even tho his form was huge; laying in bed coated in perspiration, his eyes wide and afraid, his limbs trembling, he looked like a small and feeble child.

You let out a breath and motioned at him with your hands. “Scoot over.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m getting in bed with you,” You said simply. His eyes widened almost comically and he started sputtering. Definitely not the Bucky you knew during the daytime.
He made no movement though, so you huffed impatiently, eyes traveling to the ceiling as if in a silent appeal, “God, I am too tired for this.

You climbed into his bed and begin nudging him over. Eventually, he got the hint and scooted, allowing you enough room to lay down beside him and throw your arms over his chest.

“What are you-”

You cut him off, shushing him as your fingers found his temple and began a slight massage, “My Ma used to do this for me when I had nightmares. Just relax and go back to sleep.”

It took awhile for his tense body to start to slacken under you and before long his snores are echoing around the room. You let your hands fall and began to stand up from the bed when his body jerked and he let out a sharp hiss. Already the nightmares are starting up once more for him.

You sank back down on the bed and threw your arms around him. In turn, His arms unconsciously came around you too, gripping you tight as if you’re the anchor to the real world that he desperately needed. The whimpering and shivering ceased again and you realized he’s not going to last long unless he’s holding onto something.

Too tired to care you shifted your position to a more comfortable one and closed your eyes. Sleep cane quick and easy to you laying in Bucky’s arms and if you weren’t so exhausted you might have wondered why. But instead, you drifted and slept well into the next day, wrapped up in Bucky’s arms.
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The second time you sleep in Bucky’s bed it was the next night. You were up late in your room, filling out paperwork that you had been neglecting for Fury and his nagging was reaching the annoying stage so you sat down in your room at 3pm and kept working well past sunset.

It was nearly midnight when you heard the first strained cry coming from the room next to you. You froze, cocking your head to the side to hear better almost convinced that maybe you just imagined it.

But no; he cried out again and you sighed. You stood, cracking your back in the process, and make your way to his room.

Bucky thrashed around violently this time, a stark contrast from last night. You hesitated, unsure on how exactly to approach him without getting hit or kicked from his flailing limbs. After a few seconds of trying to figure it out, you threw caution to the wind and advanced forward.

“Bucky,” you called out but he didn’t hear. His face contorted in agony and a scream made his way up from his throat; muffled only by his clenched teeth. You stepped forward and called out to him louder this time but just like the night before he didn’t hear you.

‘He’s going to hurt himself,’ you thought and stepped up to the edge of his bed. You leaned forward, bracing yourself on one knee and grabbed his shoulder

“Bucky wake up,” you said, your voice louder than normal as you shook him.

Unlike last night he doesn’t wake up gently. This time he sprung forward, grabbed you, and threw you onto the bed; trapping you beneath him. One hand found itself wrapped around your neck squeezing but not too tightly that you couldn’t breathe. The other hand is pinning both of your wrists above your head.

You let out a shaky breath, “Bucky it’s Y/N.”

You were calm on the outside but on the inside, your heart hammered against your rib cage at a mile a minute. Your brain was a tornado of thoughts, mapping out ways for you to get out of this should the need arise.

He stared at you, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. His eyes didn’t register your existence again just like the night before. He’s still trapped in his nightmare and his brain hasn’t caught up with his consciousness yet. Slowly though the dullness around his pupils ceases and awareness trickles forth as reality settles in.

“Y/N?” He questioned, his grip slacked on your neck and wrist.

“Good morning sunshine,” you grinned, hiding the fact that you were unnerved by his aggression. You slipped your hands from under his and cupped them together, rubbing where he held them in an effort to return the feeling to your extremities.

He jumped off of you, almost like a violent flinch. “Oh God Y/N I’m so sorry I-I didn’t mean-”

You cut him off with a wave of your hand and sat up. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t hurt me.”

He stared at you in disbelief, raking his eyes over your body as if he didn’t trust you and you were hiding some debilitating injury he caused.

You ignored him instead and moved over on the bed to give him enough room to lay down. You patted the bed and grinned at him. He gave you a dubious look and you patted again, firmer this time, encouraging him to join you. Still looking uncertain and a bit confused, he slid under the covers next to you.

You laid down next to him and repeated what you did last night. It took him a little longer than the previous time for your ministrations to relax him and put him to sleep. No doubt he was unnerved by his attack on you.

But soon his frame relaxes and his breath deepens as sleep overcomes him. This time you don’t bother to get out of the bed, instead opting to roll over and fall asleep next to him.
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The third time you slept in Bucky’s bed he invited you to.

You raised a delicate eyebrow as he corned you the next night, moving you away from the ears and eyes of everyone else.

His face was flushed a bright red extending down his neck judging by the hue you saw when he pulled at his collar. He wrung his hands together and looked everywhere but you.

“You uh… the past few nights… in my bed,” He tripped over his words, awkwardness filling the every being in his body, which amused you because he reminds you of a pubescent boy attempting to talk to a girl for the first time and not the super soldier trained assassin.

You wondered if he was going to ask you why. Did he think you were in love with him? Was he in love with you and the bed-sharing was sending him mixed signals? Was he not and it was upsetting?

He was still stumbling over his words- God he sounded like Steve- and you were growing impatient wanting him to get to the point.

“Barnes,” you said firmly and he finally stopped long enough to look at you.

“Can you sleep with me again tonight,” he blurted out, his face turning a deeper shade of red, “Because when you’re sleeping next to me for some reason I don’t have any nightmares. It’s just that I swear, I’m not trying to get into your pants. I just feel it would mutually beneficial because neither of us is getting any sleep since my nightmares wake you up and this seems to help. Nothing sexual, I promise. Not that you aren’t attractive enough because you are an incredibly gorgeous-”

“Okay,” you calmly cut off his rambling.

“-Woman… what?” He looked shocked as if he wasn’t expecting that answer.

“Okay,” you repeated.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes.”

He breathes out a breath of air and runs his fingers through his hair. “Okay. Alright good. Thank you. For this. I’ll make it up to you somehow. Maybe I can get you some food? What do you like? Pizza? Ice cream? Or would you prefer something more practical like clothes or gun or-”

“Barnes.” You cut him off again.

He chuckles awkwardly, “Right going now.”

He walked past you and joined Steve and Sam at the other side of the room. You followed his every movement, pondering on why you’ve seen a different side of Bucky three times now. This fills your head with unanswered questions.

Maybe he is in love with you. Maybe you just saw him at his most vulnerable and he is not used to that so you tripped him up. Maybe the Bucky you see daily is a mask to hide the fragile mess Hydra left him in. Maybe it’s all of the above or not at all.

You’re burning with questions but the answers don’t matter.

And so that night you crawled into Bucky’s bed before the nightmares have even begun and position yourself next to his body letting sleep wash over you.
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It’s been several weeks since you started sleeping in Bucky’s bed, so on the 27th night, you find yourself walking into his room after a mission automatically. Your joints are aching and you’re pretty sure your body is one big massive bruise.

You’re dead on your feet and all you want to do is sleep. You peel off your clothes, shedding all but your shirt and panties before climbing into his bed.

You don’t even consider the implications of sleeping in your underwear next to a man. But Bucky does and that night he doesn’t sleep his eyes glued to your dips and curves.

Every sigh you make sends a pool of want and need to his lower abdomen. And so he spends the entire night awake fighting an internal battle within himself.

When the first signs of light protrude over the horizon he practically sprints out of bed and spends the rest of the day in the gym working off his frustrations.
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The 28th time you sleep in Bucky’s bed he’s getting back at you for what you put him through. You had realized of course when you woke up and saw you weren’t wearing pants. You felt bad for the guy but in your defense, you barely knew how to say your name let alone the implication of sleeping in the bed with a man in nothing but your panties. (And a little part of you wonders why it was so automatic to do that)

Still, that night you make sure to wear appropriate attire but it seems Bucky is not ready to forgive you. He’s dressed in only his boxers and nothing else.

You gulp, eyes roaming all over his body. He smirked when he noticed this before patting the bed next to him. “What’s a matter, doll?”

He’s teasing you and you know it. Your breath shuddered as you carefully climbed in next to him and laid down far enough apart that he can’t touch you but close enough that you feel his body heat.

That didn’t seem to be the end of it tho because he turned onto his side and slung his arm over your body.

His fingers brushed against the exposed skin above your pant line, sending a jolt of electricity dancing across your skin. Your senses burst into overdrive and suddenly you’re aware of Bucky.

How his body molds perfectly to yours. The heat radiating off his skin. His breath on the back of your neck making your hair stand on edge.

Everything in you screamed to take him then and there, but you will your breath to even out and your heart to stop slamming in your chest.

Even still, that night you don’t get any sleep.
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The next night you both called a truce and slept in shirts and shorts and as far away from each other as possible. Still, the sexual tension remains and it bleeds out of the bedroom and into daily life.

When you’re on missions, training, or even just relaxing the want and need is thick in the air between you two. So much so that the others have started a betting pool to see how long you’ll last. (You pretended not to notice how they conveniently leave an empty space next to him at the dinner table for you to sit that. Or how they’re all suddenly too busy to go on missions with him and volunteer you to go instead.)

It isn’t until the 76th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that anything happens. That night Tony had hosted a gala and after one too many drinks you found yourself dancing with Bucky and neither of you can keep your hands off each other.
By the time you leave the gala the want and need in your lower abdomen has grown so considerably you barely make it to the elevator before you crashed your lips into him.

He gripped your thighs and pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist. The elevator opened and he carried you to his room not breaking the feverish kiss between you two.

You made it to his room before he slammed you against his door and attacked your neck. Hands are roaming everywhere between you two. One of his slipped passed the slit in your dress and found itself rubbing your underwear making you moan.

“You’re fucking soak,” he growled.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,” you confessed and rolled your hips against him. He growled again from the stimulation and carried you to the bed.
Both of your clothes are off before you even know what’s going on and he’s trailing a path of kisses from your chin, down your neck, between your breasts, past your navel, and to your thigh.

You gasped feeling his mouth attack the bundle of nerves you desperately wanted him to touch. Your body is like fire, burning with desire. Your hands fly to his hair when he sticks in two digits and curls them.

“God- fuck,” you can’t even find the words to say. The heat grows in your lower abdomen and with a cry you’re falling over the edge.

When you come down you find him kissing you again, whispering praises to you. You wrapped your legs around his waist again and grind against him, the feeling of longing and want throbbing in your lower abdomen.

“Please Bucky,” you whisper to him and with a kiss, he enters you.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It’s like all your senses have been dialed to a thousand. It’s like a supernova exploding in your mind. You’ve had sex before but this is different.

A part of your brain whispers to you wondering why.

But it silences as you feel the heat growing again and you cum with a cry. Bucky follows shortly after, his forehead pressed against yours, his fingers entwined with yours too.

He rolled off and cleaned you off, before settling down next to you. This time you’re both wrapped in each other’s arms and you fall asleep, feeling his lips pressing against the top of your head.
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The next morning your brain asks why again while you’re watching him make breakfast (and ignoring the exchanging of money between hands from the rest of the group).

It hits you like a train. You’re in love with him. It’s obvious now that you think about it and you wondered why you never saw it before.

But you keep it to yourself.

Until the 149th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed. He’s injured on a mission and in the med bay and you refused to leave his side. Instead of going back to his room, you climb into the hospital bed next to him and wrap your arms around him.

“What are you doing, the bed would be more comfortable,” he asks.

“I can’t sleep without you there,” you answer.

“Why,” he chuckles.

You hide your face into his neck. “Because I love you, you idiot.”

Silence.

And then. “Look at me.”

You shake your head.

“Look at me, doll. Please, Y/N,” he pleads.

You hesitate before lifting your head to look at him. Your heart nearly stops at the look of pure happiness and adoration on his face. It takes your breath away.

“You love me?” He whispers, stunned as if he can’t believe it.

You nod your head. “I realized it the night of Tony’s gala.”

“That was so long ago!”

You frown and feel heat creep up to your face. “I… uh didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Y/N, I love you too,” he says. You let out a breath, feeling tears of happiness spring forth before you crush your lips to his. You want to ask him how long and when did he realize but you’re interrupted by Dr. Cho coming into the room and yelling at you for making out with her patient.
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It isn’t until the 365th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that you finally have your answer.

He wakes you up at midnight kissing your shoulders and nudging you with his nose.

“Wake up doll,” he whispers against your skin.

“Mmm Bucky what time is it,” you yawn.

“It’s midnight.”

“Why are you waking me up at midnight?”

He straddles your back and lays down, engulfing you in warm. “Because I couldn’t wait to wish you a Happy Anniversary.”

This catches you by surprise and causes you to laugh. “Bucky it’s not our Anniversary.”

“Yes it is, wanna know why?”

“Hmm” you ask closing your eyes again.

“Because a year ago today I was woken up from a nightmare by this girl who I thought was an angel at first. She was so beautiful. And then she crawled in bed with me and I was absolutely positive I had died right there and this was heaven. Right then and there was the moment I knew I was I love with you.” He shifts his body and brings his hand up to your face.

“At that moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me Y/N L/N?”

Your eyes shoot open and in front of your face in his hand is a ring. Your eyes are wide as if hardly daring to believe. Your brain has ceased to work, too stunned to remember how to breathe.

You pivot your body and sit up, “Oh my god Bucky.”

The tears start to flow from your face as what can only be described as pure joy is bursting through you.

You manage to nod your head and choke out a small “yes” before he’s holding you and kissing you.

The ring is slipped on your finger and suddenly you picked up and spun around both of you shouting in happiness. The draws the attention of everyone else who bursts in through your door.

“What’s with all the noise,” Steve asks.


You can’t even manage the words and Bucky isn’t paying them any attention, looking at you in his arms. Instead of saying it you hold up your hand with the ring on it.

A beat.

“Oh my god Y/N!” It’s Natasha that’s first to react and she’s hugging both of you. The rest of the others follow suit congratulating both of you. Champagne is brought out and you’re all celebrating your engagement.

That night nobody gets any sleep.
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The 730th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed, it becomes your bed too.
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The 1,647th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed is the first night you awake without him there.

Your heart clenches in agony and you sit up, your eyes burning with unshed tears. Your chest is heavy with brokenness and simultaneously you feel hollow and alone.

Your hand finds the spot on the bed where Bucky’s body is supposed to be but it’s empty and cold. He hasn’t been there in a while.

You get out of bed and make your way next door to your old room which you haven’t used in a while. When you open the door your heart stops hammering upon seeing Bucky in the far end of the room.

You moved to him promptly and when you reached him, you put your arms around his chest and laid your head on his back.

His hand came up and cupped yours. “Everything okay doll?”

“Yeah, I just had a nightmare about you,” you muttered against his back.

“What about?”

“I don’t remember now,” you stated, the fear of the nightmare alleviating as you took in Bucky’s scent and warmth and touch.

“What are you doing in here baby,” you ask. He shifts and turns around and kisses your forehead.

“Daydreaming.” He answers.

“About what,” returning one of his kisses. He moves down your chin and neck.

“The future,” he says kneeling in front of you and kissing your swollen belly. “With you and our baby.”

“You’re daydreaming in the nursery when you could be dreaming in bed,” you chuckled. Your hands thread through his hair and he leans into the touch, eyelids fluttering closed.

“Come back to bed baby. We won’t get a full night sleep ever again for the next 18 years. We should relish in it now,” you say and he laughs, following you back to his bedroom.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 2/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Depression, angst and fluff throughout the whole series, suicide attempt

A/N: Im so happy at how much support part 1 got?? Thankyou all so so so fucking much ily all also!! credit to @finn-got-tall for an idea in one of the scenes!! (I wont reveal which scene bc i want people to just read) but ty lovely

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Eddie and Richie blinked at each other, stunned to see one another in such a strange coincidence. Eddie still had his hand up, but Richie still hadn’t took it. Richie merely brought his hand up that held the cigarette, taking a drag and allowing the toxic waste to decay against his lungs. Eddie visibly cringed at the sight, but stayed silent; he only continued to watch in hope that Richie would somehow step down. Richie took away the small stick, blowing the smoke out slowly and staring at Eddie through his large obnoxious eye glasses.

“Why are you here, Eds?” Richie asked, as if a day hadn’t passed since they last talked.

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Mr. Min - Chapter 07

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 13079

A/N: Originally this was only the first half of chapter 7 but I wanted to get something out for you guys so I decided to split it. I hope it was worth the wait. :)

PlaylistPrologue - Ch 01Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06 - Ch 07

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Bruise [ VIII ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 6k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by missmanfreda

The jacket around your chest felt too loose, cheeks puffy as the cool air nipped at them while you shuffle your feet against the damp pavement. The snow had melted but the low temperature had stayed, the ground covered by thin patches of ice. It was far too late out to be alone in front of the convenience store, but the buzzing of your phone fifteen minutes before hand had been enough to drag you outside at the hour. You’d wanted to see Chanyeol for days,  the both of you so busy you still hadn’t gotten a chance to see eachother more than a few minutes for an entire week. You’d been trying to focus on the overwhelming amount of coursework professors were dumping on you, while Chanyeol was having a busy time at the studio; at least that’s what he said.

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Imagine being Dean’s daughter and announcing to him that you are dating Jack.

“Him?” Dean’s rough voice broke the heavy silence that had set between the two of you “You are dating him?” he all-but-growled as he stared deeply in your eyes.

“Well, I- I wouldn’t say exactly dating yet, he’s not that familiar with the term and I’m-”

“Yet?!” Dean exclaimed, his voice coming slightly high-pitched “Yet? You mean this will keep going on?!”

“Well, yes dad of course it is!” you huffed, rolling your eyes “That’s why I am telling you, because this is actually important to me. And maybe Jack doesn’t quite understand the terms yet but I know that his feelings are real, that all of this between him and I is real as well.”

“Which again brings me back to my original question: Him?!” he looked at you with so much shock it made you groan and cross your arms over your chest.

“Will you try to be a little less surprised, please? I thought you’d be a little less shocked at your daughter-”

“Dating the son of Lucifer? Oh yeah!” he cut you off full of sarcasm and a hint of angst “Why the hell would I ever mind that (Y/n)?!”

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Stranger Things/Billy Hargrove imagines - Lose it - Part 2

Originally posted by aegonsgarden

AN: You guys wanted, I’m giving you more Billy. 

Overall Summary: You can see straight through Billy Hargrove

In this chapter: You go to Billy’s house

(PART ONE HERE)

Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x reader

Word count: 1,387

Warnings: Strong language, some violence/aggressive behaviour

After Billy basically told you to stay away from him, you found yourself outside his front door. 

You weren’t going to let him just brush you aside. He can’t treat people like that. 

You pounded against the door then took a step back, placing your hands back in your pockets. 

Billy swung open the door, and as soon as he saw you, he furrowed his eyebrows. You could see that he’d been working out from the sweat on his forehead and the damp marks on his shirt. 

“What the hell are you doing here, (Y/L/N)?” He asked, you stepped past him, into his house without invitation and glowered at the boy. 

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Curvy

Originally posted by harold-blossom

Thanks for this request, it’s pretty intense. Love you all very much. Thanks to @miheirie for helping with this, go follow her because she is amazing. xx - L

You want to surprise Harry with lingerie, but you’re insecure with your body.

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1,666

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anonymous asked:

Hi can I have an billy Hargrove imagine where the reader is sweet and shy and the only one that can calm him down when he goes crazy pretty please !! Thank you!!

Summary: You’re the last person anyone would ever expect to be able to calm down Billy Hargrove when he’s in a mood, but you’re also the only person capable of doing it.
Pairing: Reader x Billy Hargrove.
Fandom: Stranger Things.
Warnings: Fighting.
Word Count: 1034

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BTS Reaction | the other members noticing the hickeys your boyfriend left on you

request: “Hello love can you do a BTS reaction to another member noticing the bruises/hickies bts left on their s/o? (maybe your bts boyfriend being in the same room when it happens haha!!)”


Kim Seokjin

“Didn’t you wear this turtleneck shirt yesterday as well?” Your boyfriend asked you. You rolled your eyes. “And who’s fault is it?” You looked at him with a serious look. “Mine?” He said surprised. You slipped in your shoes and Jin helped you get in your coat. You wanted to leave together with the other boys to get something to eat and you all stood in the entrance and waited for Taehyung who clearly took his time to get dressed. You turned around after you got into your coat and lowered the hem of your shirt to reveal the hickeys he left last night. Jin raised both eyebrows and pushed your hem back up, while he started to giggle. “You’re enjoying that, right?”


Min Yoongi 

You were busy cutting the vegetables as Hoseok came closer from behind with his eyes fixed on your neck. “What is that?” He said while stroking over the dark red spot on your skin. You covered your neck with your hand and immediately turned around to look at your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch. “I marked my territory.” He said calmly without looking up from his phone. Hoseok just widened his eyes and pulled his hand back. “I’ll never ask again.”


Kim Namjoon 

“Why don’t you take your scarf off? It’s pretty hot in here.” Taehyung asked, pointing towards the fabric that was tightly around your neck. “You really should take it off.” Your boyfriend added, while giving out the chopsticks for dinner. “You know damn well why I can’t.” You caught him by surprise. “What? Why?” He said confused. You loosen the scarf to reveal the hickeys he left the night before, all over your neck. Namjoon burst out into laughter while the others were astounded by the amount he left. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed about them, they should all see that I treat you well.”


Jung Hoseok

You were together with the boys at practice as they took a little break to eat something. Meanwhile your boyfriend, Jungkook and Jimin showed you on what choreography they were working on, as you joined them for fun. The last pose of the choreo was with your hands over your head what caused your shirt to slide upwards revealing the hickeys that were all over your stomach. “Are those Hickeys?” Jungkook asked surprised. You didn’t even get it at first what he was referring to until you looked in the mirror and saw them yourself. Hoseok came immediately over to your side to cover you with a hug. “Wooaaa! Jagi! Don’t show them!!”


Park Jimin 

“Jimin!“ you yelled from inside the bedroom. Your boyfriend was already in the kitchen preparing something to eat for breakfast while you still were in your pyjamas lying in bed. You noticed the bruises he left on you immediately as you looked in the mirror. You rushed out of your room to face Jimin, who looked up surprised. “What is it babe?” You pushed your pyjama pants, that were already pretty short even higher up to show him the bruises on your tights. Jimin stopped you and gently pushed your pants back down and looked over your shoulder. You didn’t notice that all of the other boys were already sitting at the table and eating and you stood there half naked covered in hickeys. They all had their mouth open and Jimin tried to cover you up. “Maybe you should dress yourself first?”


Jeon Jungkook 

You tried your best to cover up the spots, by wearing a big hoodie that didn’t show any skin and you really thought that nobody would notice it. But the minute you bend down to pick something up, the hoodie slid up a little bit, just enough to reveal the hickeys Jungkook left on you. “What did Jungkook do to you?” Yoongi asked with a calm voice. You jumped up and the other members turned towards Jungkook, teasing him about it. “Our Maknae really did grow up, huh?” He would act very embarrassed about the situation but in fact like it and give you a smirk. 


Kim Taehyung 

“Do you need another towel?” Jin asked you while you rubbed your hair dry. “No thanks.” You rejected him friendly. You got into the rain while you got take out food for the boys together with Jin and now were nearly completely soaked but fortunately you didn’t wear anything white that would turn transparent by now. The only thing you forgot were the hickeys your boyfriend left on your neck that you covered with make up in the morning. Jin’s eyes would be fixed on your neck while you dried your hair. “Hey Y/N, did you hurt yourself there?” He came closer with his eyes narrowed at your spots till he realised. He immediately turned red and stepped back. You turned around to face him and didn’t get at first why he was blushing so hard. Oh Shit, you thought as you saw that the others were already starring at you but the only one that was offended as fuck was your boyfriend. “You did cover them? You know how much effort I spend in them?” Then everyone would look towards Taehyung with a questionable look. 

Don’t Freak III

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part I | Part II | PART IV | PART V

Requests are OPEN


Mr. Crowley played lowly over the radio as Y/N drove Steve back to his car. She turned it on to fill the void of silence that enveloped the orange ’79 Jetta.

“I, uh, never took you for an Ozzy kinda girl,” Y/N raised an eyebrow, but didn’t take her eyes off the road.

“And what kinda girl do you take me for?” Steve sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

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just a bet part ii

hey!

sorry this took way longer than i wanted (writers block LOLLLL)

but anyway yeah this is lowkey a filler kinda chapter but i like it

enjoy!

summary:  beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1698

part one, three, four, five


2 months and 26 days remaining

Richie walked into school that day, feeling more confident and happy than he had been in a while. It was odd, yes, but he enjoyed the feeling more than it worried him. He approached his locker, finding Beverly leaning against it. “Why, hello, Beverly. Nice to join me this wonderful morning.”

Beverly snickered. “So, I’m guessing it went well? He show up?”

Richie nodded. “Of course he did!” Richie said, a small smile playing on his lips. “I woo-ed him so good he came to my game and we got ice cream after.”

She chuckled, pushing her hair behind her ear. “I gotta admit, Tozier, you’ve got game.”

He scoffed. “Mrs. Marsh! I’ve always had game, thank you very much. I pride myself in all of my lovable characteristics.”

“Like you have any of those.” Beverly retorted.

“I have so many of those!” Richie defended. “So many, in fact, that we’re getting ice cream after school today.”

Beverly raised an eyebrow. “That sounds suspiciously gay.”

Richie rolled his eyes and chuckled a little. “What an assumption.” He closed his locker and started to walk towards English, where they’d discuss the bet with Bill and Stan.

Beverly sighed. “You know, Eddie isn’t even that attractive. Why didn’t I make you go after like… Mike or something.”

“I like Mike as a friend, Bev, plus Eds is cute from my personal opinion,” Richie said back, sitting down at his table.

“Did you just call him Eds? And cute? Gee, if I didn’t know any better, I would suggest you liked this Eddie Kaspbrak.” Beverly grinned, sitting down in her chair.

Richie shook his head. “I don’t like him. It’s just a bet, that’s all.”

But was it? Richie never felt like he did around Eddie around anyone else. It was weird how oddly happy he was, giddy even. Do I like him?

No. Richie shook his head a bit as if to get the thought out of his head. He didn’t like Eddie like that. This was a bet and that’s all. Just a bet.

Eddie walking through the main hallway, weaving through the many students walking the other direction. Richie had texted Eddie and asked- well- demanded that they go get ice cream again. He wasn’t opposed to it as Richie was paying, but he did find it odd. Everyone was saying Richie was a horrible guy but he didn’t understand where that notion was coming from. He seemed so nice. Annoying, yes, but nice.

“Eds!” Eddie heard as he approached Richie who was leaning against his old, beat-up truck. He rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

Richie chuckled, reaching in his truck’s open window to unlock it. “Hop in, Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, opening the squeaky passenger seat door and sitting down. He clicked the belt buckle into place as he looked over at Richie. “Don’t call me that either.”

Richie scoffed. “Then what am I gonna call you?”

“Gee, I don’t know, what about Eddie?” He retorted sassily.

Richie acted like he was pondering it, stroking an invisible beard. “Nah.”

Eddie rolled his eyes again.

“If you keep rolling your eyes, they’ll roll right out of their sockets.” He joked, pushing the car key into the ignition and turning the car on.

“I think I’d like that so I don’t have to do it anymore.”

Eddie tried to hide his smile as Richie laughed, turning into the parking lot of the ice cream shop. Richie turned the truck off, hopping out of it quick enough to open Eddie’s door before he could.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “I can open the door by myself, you know.”

“I do, however, I am being gentlemanly,” Richie responded.

Eddie resisted the urge to roll his eyes and got out of the truck, following behind Richie who had already started walking towards the door. He opened the door for Eddie, who eyed Richie and mumbled that “he could still open the door himself.”

Richie walked up the counter. The worker, whose nametag said, Rachel. “Oh, Richie, hey!” She gave him a warm smile.

Richie gave her a grin. “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good. I’m about to get off work in a bit… maybe if you’re free if you’d like to hang out at my place?”

“Well-”

“Oh, c’mon, it’d be fun!”

Eddie watched his conversation from where he was standing behind Richie and he felt his blood boil. Why was he so angry? It was like someone had turned a switch on in him and he immediately felt the need to interject. “He’s not.”

“Excuse me?” She turned to look at Eddie.

“He’s not free.” He repeated. “He’s here with me.”

Richie had a shit-eating grin on his face. “I am here with Eddie Spaghetti.” He said, throwing his arm around Eddie’s shoulder. The girl’s face dropped and it was replaced with one of disgust. “You’re dating him? Really, Richie? You can do so much better than that.”

Richie scoffed. “Well, it’s not really your place, now is it? Maybe I should tell your boyfriend that you’ve tried to cheat on him with me. Twice. Now, that is someone who can do better.”

Rachel narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Richie responded, a smirk growing on his face. “Remember when Bella Richardson tried to do the same thing you’re doing? You wrote slut on her locker last month when, big shocker, you were doing the same damn thing! Now, can I order or what?”

She let out a long, frustrated sigh before looking up at a grinning Richie. “What do you want?”

“Finally! I’ll have one scoop of chocolate and Eddie will have one scoop of mint chocolate chip.” He said, handing her a five dollar bill. She gave Richie his change and got the ice cream, sliding it over to them with a fake smile on her face. “Have a nice day.”

Richie gave her one right back, handing Eddie his bowl and walking outside with him. “Wow, Eds, I didn’t think you had it in ya to get jealous like that. Also, mint is gross and tastes like toothpaste. I don’t know how you eat it.”

Eddie nearly choked on his ice cream. “What?”

“I said, mint is gro-”

“Not that! I was not jealous, Tozier.”

“Then what was it?” He asked, looking both ways before crossing the road. “I sure think it was something.”

“I was dealing with her for you,” Eddie replied, following next to him. “Besides, why would I be jealous? I don’t even like you. I only came because you paid.”

Richie gasped. “You don’t like me? Gee, Eds, I thought with all the blushing you’ve been doing that you did.”

Eddie felt his face heat up. “Shut the fuck up. I do not like you, hear me?”

Richie grinned. “Hear ya loud n’ clear.”

“Also, mint does not taste like toothpaste. Have you ever even tried it? It tastes nothing like-” Eddie’s ramble was cut short as he nearly tripped and landed right on his face. Richie reached out, grabbing Eddie’s waist to prevent him from falling. He had dropped his ice cream in the process.

Richie stood Eddie upright and scowled. “I have no ice cream now because of you.”

Eddie was blushing like mad, his stomach had tightened up into knots. All Richie had done was catch him, why did he feel so euphoric? Eddie made a face and handed Richie his. “Try it.”

Richie shook his head.

“Try it!”

“Damn, alright.” He said, taking the spoon from Eddie and putting a small amount of the green ice cream in his mouth. “Okay, I take my previous statement back. That is good.”

Richie hopped into the driver’s seat, turning the car on and immediately turning the radio on as well. He turned the knob up, the speakers sounding like they were on the verge of breaking. “I love this song!”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Africa? You like.. Africa?”

Richie scoffed. “Of course I do!”

Eddie watched as Richie drove, singing the lyrics obnoxiously loudly. He was mumbling the lyrics under his breath. There was a red light as the chorus approached and Richie took the opportunity to look to Eddie. “C’mon! Sing it, I know you know it!”

Eddie looked over at him as it started. “It’s gonna take a lot to take me away from you!” Richie sang, pointing at Eddie.

He smiled, blushing a bit. “There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do!”

Richie grinned. “I bless the rains down in Africa! Gonna take some time to do the things we never had!”

Eddie felt a wave of happiness fall over him. He didn’t know why he felt this way around Richie. In that moment, watching the other boy sing off-key and way too loudly, that he liked Richie. He really did.

Richie snuck a glance over at Eddie, to find him smiling to himself. This caused him to smile as well, continuing to sing the song until it was over. A foreign feeling washed over Richie as he watched the smaller boy drum to the beat in the air with his hands. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Was this just a bet?

Richie nearly crashed the car with the thought of that. Of course, it was just a bet. He didn’t like Eddie, it was only for the bet. Sure, he was a cool guy and all but Richie had no romantic feelings for him.

Or did he? He couldn’t contain his smiles around him and he felt more compelled to be with Eddie.

But it was just a stupid bet. That’s all it’ll ever be, a bet.


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BTS Scenario: Morning Sex Hyung line

Requested by anon: Can I request a BTS morning sex reaction?

I didn’t really see this as a reaction, so I put scenario instead. I hope you (anon) and everyone else likes it!

Here’s the maknae line!

Warnings: SMUT- the kind where you’re sitting next to someone but you want to read it so you cover your phone/kind of shield it away somehow and now that person is thinking, “oh, what’s s/he reading,” but in reality, they wouldn’t want to know. 


Kim Seokjin:

The sun had just begun to peak through the small slits between the curtains, when you felt something against your butt, and a pair of hands slide over your curves.

“Jin?” you mumbled, turning over to face him. “It’s early…”

“I’m sorry, y/n…” his low, raspy voice perks your senses, waking you up as your skin begins to tingle. Leaning down to kiss you, his long fingers danceed on your hips, making their way up your body and you let out a small mewl at the warmth of his body and sweetness of his lips.  “Mmm baby, why don’t we start the morning off really good?” he chuckled, flipping you onto your back and positioning himself between your legs and teasingly grinding against you. 

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