#a joke between friends; but damn near had a panic attack from the guilt the moment he was safely in his office. bc Jean is SPECIAL to him

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya is rather touch averse, cringing away from casual contact people give him under the guise of being distracted or idle movement. He's used to it, the Ragnvindrs and Adenlinde got him used to frequent affectionate physical contact, but it can still be entirely Uncomfortable if he's touched by someone outside those he is close to or someone he's otherwise Allowed to touch him.

#hc; kaeya #//Mentioned before; but am Elaborating on other aspects since Aven get brain juices flowing for this #//Unlike Aven; he's FAR more tolerable of people who touch him unprompted. & more willing to indulge for himself outside his comfort people #//Unless he himself had actively given the indication he doesn't want it; in that case THEN he's likely to anger & retaliate #//But yeah; his response is usually Discomfort & trying to get away from it one way or another. Can tolerate it to appear friendly; sure #//But would rather not want people to touch him so easily. Is decently okay with brief touches tho; like shoulder pats or the like #//Will actively lean into it & encourage further touching ONLY as a means to an end; adjusting any wandering hands only when going too far #//Esp if he can use that like a carrot on a string–if they concede to what he wants; they can touch him more. Maybe MORE than just that too #//He won't initiate any touch unless he deems it Absolutely Necessary; WILL internally scream if they Immediately reciprocate the contact #//Uses it as a 'reward' sometimes; a little pinch of the cheek; a hug; getting right into their space; if he sees they'll react favorably #//Maybe more if they have connection enough; like Huffman or one of his longer-running liaisons. Is p ok w/ sleeping w/ them as reward #//Sometimes he forgets some people don't like that he does this; like Rosie. Tries the tactic to get a favor then Remembers #//Absolutely apologizes; feels mortified when she scrutinizes him for it. Esp since she'd be one of few ppl who KNOWS just how Averse he is #to it in the first place. Him slipping up like that in front of HER is smth he'd STRESS over. She could hold over his head for all he knows #//How can he even joke abt it? Worse if she asks abt his way of doing things or indicate she doesnt Like that he uses himself as bait #//Has absolutely accidentally tried to seduce/bait sb like that who he absolutely should Not have. Like Jean. Ended up playing it off like #a joke between friends; but damn near had a panic attack from the guilt the moment he was safely in his office. bc Jean is SPECIAL to him #could he treat her like THAT? How could he almost let her SEE that side of him? His casual charm and facade are ONE thing #//But him actively doing something like THAT; esp for Jean of all people; is COMPLETELY off-limits; no matter his feelings #//Actually; especially BC he harbors feelings for her. Ppl like Lisa on the other hand; he is VERY comfortable doing this with/to #//She GETS the flirty habit & dishes it back without losing image of him in the way someone he regards at Jean's level possibly could #//And as far as Lisa knows; it's Only a playful habit; not a means to an end. The ones who prolly Know might be certain folks in the church #//But that's just bc he gets frequent checkups after every lil Rendezvous of his. Which is why he's got dirt on Every Single Person There #//Except Barbara; but he absolutely makes SURE she's not the one he's dealing with whenever he goes. Wants to spare her his messes #//Damn; veered a little but it's alright. 'A little'; HA. Nah; my tags are but the cluttered corkboard of my thoughts jhdbfjdf #//Diluc; Addie & Jean are the people he most Fears finding out abt his methods. Doesnt wanna THINK abt how they'd feel/regard him after tha #//Knows for SURE it'd be painful if the way they treat him changes even a SLIGHT. ESP Addie; he can bear the other two; but Addie??? #//Nah; he'd be fucken DEVASTATED. That's the ONE person he knows hold true unwavering unconditional love for him; no matter what #//To do anything to damage that? He'd be so fucken GUTTED. He expects everyone to get fed up with/disdain him at some point. But not HER #//Keeps this shit on the down low by always having dirt on the people he gets Involved with; if not using keeping it up as an incentive

[liddolwhynot2000]

Reminisce

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Summary: So he demoted you. In mere seconds, you went from being the person who owned his heart, to another replaceable soldier.

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Pairings: Erwin/Reader

Genre: Angst, Death, Why am I not nice to Erwin, regrets

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It's night time, with a full moon and peaceful sky. The stars are sparkling a little, accompanied by a peaceful silence Erwin hasn't experience in a while. If he was still a cadet, he would grab a beer and sit on the roof, maybe with some of his friends, and bask in the view.

But alas, his cadet days are long over. Now, he's the Commander of The Survey Corps. His own wants and needs are at the bottom of the priority list, his work comes first, which is why he's in his cramped office, mind on the next expedition and it's requirements.

Erwin sits in his office, dimly lit by a few candles. His hands don't stop as they continue to write, scribbling on the pages without pause. He looks like his usual self; the untouchable, always composed commander.

Nothing can get past him, nothing can make him panic. It's well known that hardly anything has ever phased him, even since before he became the commander. It's why he's considered to be the best at his job.

But there are signs, signs of a weary man. Someone struggling to keep it all in, to not let out how awful he's feeling. Erwin knows himself well enough, he knows when he exhibits those signs. It's usually on nights like these that he has no choice but to acknowledge the overwhelming guilt he feels and give in to the urge to reminisce.

His hands are trembling a little as they write, his hair is slightly messy, from his running his hands through it so much. His foot lightly taps against the wood of the desk, and his face is more grim then neutral. If anyone who truly knew him took a closer look, they would see that he wasn't doing well.

Erwin sighs, putting the pen down. He knows no one is near by, no one who can see him break down a little. So he allows himself to lower his walls, and bury his head in his arms. He welcomes the darkness and drifts off in his thoughts.

He met you three years ago, an aspiring soldier. Strong, witty, reliable and all the things one needed in a capable solider. He had appreciated you, your never ending strength and ability to turn every bad situation beneficial for them. Even at the cost of your own self.

He recalls how badly you would get injured in your attempts at saving lives, how you would selflessly give you up your gas to Levi, knowing he would use it better, while completely ignoring the danger you put yourself in. He remembers how you never hesitated even then, going as far as to call titans to you by yelling, in hopes that your comrades could attack them in their distraction.

What an honourable soldier you had been, having devoted everything to your duty. You had easily attracted him to you with those traits.

Initally, it had only been comraderie. But then it had evolved, growing beyond what two people who work together should be like. The two of you struck up a quiet friendship, often spending time with each other outside of work. It had genuinely been to dicuss work, at the start, but then months in, he found himself embracing you the way a lover would, not how a friend should.

There were parts of you that only Erwin learned about, and there were parts of Erwin only you knew and got to keep to yourself. No one else would ever know the secrets between the two of you, the laughs, the jokes, the moments where you could only see each other.

Those were things you had taken to your grave, and Erwin had locked up in the darkest parts of his heart and mind. He would never let anyone know of them. After all, it was the least he could do, even though he knows that you would rather he forget them all, rather then reminisce about them.

Erwin is too selfish to honour that last, unsaid request of yours. He has to at least cling to your memory, for it's the only thing keeping him from driving himself to the brink of insanity.

No one ever knew about your relationship, and the two of you had been fine that way. Spending time with each other under the guise of work, sneaking kisses after lights out, all of it had been enjoyable. A relationship he hadn't thought possible had blossomed, one that stuck to him with every thought.

He used to drift off to thoughts of your sweet smile during casual meetings, to the point Levi would threaten to throw him out the window for it. He would plan secret dates, often pretending he was taking you along for work, and take you to nice restaurants. Almost every moment of his spare time had been devoted to you, to enjoy your presence and bask in how you make him feel.

Back then, he had been so lovestruck, so spoiled by your affections, that not a day went by where he could help thinking of you. Not a day went by where he didn't fall for you more. The warm feeling in his chest at the mere sight of you was love, and he knows that he'll never experience it for someone else again.

Not a day goes by where Erwin doesn't miss you. But he also knows that he has no right to, not when he's the one who got you killed.

Erwin shut his eyes tight, to the point they hurt, as he tries to bury his head in to his arms even further. He wishes there was a way for him to become one with darkness, to never have to open his eyes again and acknowledge that he lives in a world where you don't exist.

And it's all because of him.

It had been such a simple mission, an expedition solely to set up check points. They were expecting minimal losses, considering how short the mission would be. There shouldn't have been anything that went wrong, beyond the usual.

But then there was.

In a spur of the moment deicison, Hange had decided she wanted to try capturing a titan, all on her own. She had run off, with her gas not even half full, towards a 7 meter abnormal titan. He had been about to send Levi after her, only to remember that Levi was in the left flank that day, not the central like usual.

Hange had ended up being surrounded by multiple titans in her chase, and had gotten knocked out. She had hung from a tree, surrounded by titans. At that point, he only had your squad available to help.

It had been a tough decision, he had known. Anyone he sent there was going to die saving Hange, and any sane person wouldn't bother with saving Hange after that. But, he had been forced to pick.

You were a reliable soldier, but Hange was too brilliant. He had a gut feeling that they would need Hange and her brain more in the future, and Erwin wasn't one to not follow his instinct. A cold hard fact was that they needed her more then you.

So he demoted you. In mere seconds, you went from being the person who owned his heart, to another replaceable soldier.

He had seen the anguish in your eyes, the absolute hurt. You had known you were going off to your death, and that the man you were in love with was sending you there for his own goals. But you didn't argue.

You could have said that Hange wasn't worth an eight person squad of skilled soldiers. That Hange had gotten herself in this mess on her own and she was unreliable because of it. But you didn't make any of those valid points, knowing that Erwin wouldn't give a damn.

Instead, you took a off, only turning back once to glance at him.

You shot him a look, a sight he had yet to forget. The sheer hatred in your eyes, the betrayal, it had given away how much he had fucked up. It often haunts him in his dreams, knowing he deserves it.

The sight of you getting mauled to death by titans was even worse. It had been the one expedition where he had actually needed to throw up upon getting back to headquarters.

Erwin sits back up, leaning against the chair, his eyes full of an unusual amount of sorrow. He gazes out the window, feeling even worse.

You had loved the full moon, often dragging him out to watch it with you. You would bring snacks, and tea, and just lean against him. The serenity he had felt with you was out of his reach nowt was what made it more painful for him, knowing that he had hand delivered you into the arms of death.

The sight of the full moon reminds him of you, of what he's lost. He can't even complain, or curse you out for haunting him like this in death. He did this, he robbed you of your life, robbed himself of a chance at happiness, for his own selfish goals.

He can only reminisce about you, think about the good times he shared with you. But he can never have you back. He can never turn back time and win back the woman who's one smile made him weak at the knees. Who knew how to make just the right tea he needed to calm down from a frustrated mood. Who could sass Levi to hell and back and not bat an eyelash at the grump man's violence.

With a deep breath, he forces his himself to pick up the pen again, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in his chest. He begins to write again, resigned to his loneliness and regrets.

Maybe you'll forgive him once he starts his time in hell. Then again, a devil like him, who sarcficed others for himself, wasn't even worth forgiveness. Let alone worth you.

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A/N: Heyooo. So, I know I'm too mean to Erwin, and I have no excuse for it. I might write some fluff for him now. I initally thought of a part 2 from readers point of view, but I don't know if that's something anyone would read. Do tell if you liked this!

#Attack on titan #Erwin X reader #Erwin/reader #Erwin Smith #Angst #Death #Soldier! Reader #I know I'm too mean to Erwin #Regrets

[taeyohonic]

Just a Taste – Chapter Three

Summary: Being asked to take a blood test just to work at a merchandise booth should have been the first read flag for you. But you just gave them a sample of your blood in exchange for a very much needed paycheck and a summer job during BTS’ world tour. After the youngest member of the popular kpop band finds himself in a difficult situation, you come to realize that this wasn’t the last time you shed blood for your idols. or: You becomes the new donor for seven bloodthirsty idols, who seem to be way too interested in their new food source.

Pairing: OT7xfem!Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Smut, (Fluff)

Warnings: some profanity

Words: 3 k

Chapters: Prologue, Chap. I, Chap. II, Chap. III, Chap. IV, Chap. V, Chap. VI, Chap. VII

“Okay, there is no way this guy isn’t on drugs”, Joo-Won snorts as he jokingly nudges your shoulder. You can’t help but chuckle, eyes trained on the maknae… smiling radiantly in the camera. It’s such a striking contrast to his rude stone-faced smirk the day before. Of course, Joo-Won would notice.

Hell, you don’t even want to imagine the fansites and all the twitter threats dedicated to the youngest’s mood shifts. Jungkook’s eyes sparkle and his steps are light as feathers. He has such a carefree aura surrounding him – it’s enticing.

To clear your head, you take a hefty swing of the beer your friend has sneaked into the backstage-room. It was sheer luck that you met up – with your phone mysteriously vanishing and you no longer working at the booth. But it seems your … promotion was the gossip of the whole pre-concert team, so of course Joo-Won was up-to-date.

It’s not that uncommon to help out during tour, when there’s a shortage of employees. For you to move this far up in such a short time? Okay, granted, that does raise a few questions. But after your explanation, your friend was convinced, that everything was fine and dandy. When in reality…

“Or maybe he just got laid”, he shrugs, and you cough on the alcohol in your mouth.

“Damn… Woo… Why?”, you wheeze, and your friend tries not to laugh at your red face.  

“Oh come on, don’t be a prude.”

“I am not”, you defend yourself, taking another sip to calm your body. The alcohol Joo-Won provided, after finding you starstruck in a dimly lit corridor, helped you getting over the fact, that sweet summer-child Jimin was a shadow. The thought alone makes you empty your bottle.

“Maybe this would be more believable, when your face doesn’t look like a tomato”, he teases and you are glad that color is returning to your face. After last night’s blood loss, every form of healthy blood flow makes you think of yesterday’s attack as a smaller incident than it was.

“Argh, stop it, Woo”, you say, punching his arm in mock anger. You two stay like this, glued to the screen and watch the concert. All the idols seem to be in great spirit – joking amongst themselves and performing to their full capacity.

It makes you wish to erase the last hours – meeting most of them in terrifying situations. Their music means a lot to you and now it will forever be tarnished by the blood and secrets spilled in the last hours.

“Want another one?”, your friend asks, after the concert finished and the people around you are again running around, packing up. Tonight, you’ll have dinner with seven vampires.

“Of course”, you answer.

***

“_____-ah!”, Jimin’s voice is extremely familiar from the hours of Spotify-loops you listened to during their last comeback. But the sweet voice is way too near and way too authentic to be coming out of your nonexistent earbuds. You turn around, the beer bottle in your guilty hands as you see the singer running towards you. His steps are es excited as his exclaim and you brace yourself for impact, his sweaty body colliding with you in no time.

The embrace feels alien, his figure roughly the same height as yours – his nose brushing against your own, warm, sweet breath meeting your skin. Wow. Jimin seems to feel way too comfortable around you for your first meeting. Well, if you count getting introduced to his shadow as well, it’ll be your second meeting. But still, invading your personal space so carefree makes your heart race. He smells so amazing, you’re not even bothered by his sweat against your brand new clothes.

“Jimin-ssi”, warns a hard voice behind him and your stare meets Taehyung’s cold eyes. They don’t stay on you for long, fixing on something behind you instead. If it’s even possible, his eyes defrost more. You remember your friend exactly at the same time Jimin’s soft embrace morphs into an uncomfortable grip. You try to turn around, but the idol doesn’t let you move an inch.

“Who are you?”, he asks. The air feels cold against your skin as a shudder travels across your body.

“Uhm, Joo-Won”, there is a short silence, “I... manage the lightstick booth.”

“I don’t see any ARMY bombs here, Joo-Won”, Taehyung answers, stepping closer to the three of you. You can clearly hear the stern tone in the way he pronounces the stranger’s name. What you can’t hear, are the profanities and treats coming out of the vampire’s mouth – too low for human ears to detect.

“Uhm, Jimin-ssi?”, you ask, awkwardness coloring your question as you – again – try to move out of his embrace.

He complies wordlessly, but doesn’t let you get far away, an arm draped around your shoulder is keeping you in place – by his side. Now you see Joo-Won’s eyes screaming for help and you feel an instant guilt resting in your stomach.

“Joo-Won is a... friend of mine", you start to explain - missing the hissed not for long as you gesture nervously around the boys. Your movement shifts Jimin’s arm from your shoulder blade to your neck and you feel his fingers flex against your skin.

Taehyung has fully joined you, having moved to your other side. Both idols flank your figure almost protectively. It’s... weirdly exciting.

“Is that so?”, the deep-voiced asks and... offers your friend his hand. Joo-Won looks at Taehyung’s offer like he has never heard of shaking hands. Before the silence gets out of control though, he grasps his hand. The lights flicker as you see Joo-Won wince in pain. What the hell?

A sickening ash complexion travels up his outstretched arm and you panic. What is Taehyung doing? In two quick steps you manage to break the handshake by moving between them. Jimin seems too enthralled by his bandmate and lets you out of his hold by accident. Now you turn your back against Joo-Won, facing the adored duo of Vmin, while shielding your friend.

“You’re here to get me for the work dinner, right?”, you say with more meaning behind your words. Both look at you with an unreadable expression. Then they nod, as if they just remember where and who they are.

“So... let’s go!” You step around both of them and head towards the exit, not even daring to turn around. The sound of hurried footsteps confirms, that both idols are following you. If you had known it’d be the last time you ever saw your friend, you might have turned around to memorize his handsome face.

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“Where are we going?”, you ask as the two vampires hush you into the tinted van. They sit facing you and spread their legs comfortably. Taehyung’s shoes rest against your feet and his face looks so relaxed, you wish he could lend you some calm.

“To our hotel”, Taehyung answers. Jimin adds: “They have an amazing cook.”

“And a private room”, Taehyung finishes.

They do complete each other in a harmonized way, that makes you feel... very excluded.

Your hands are resting in your lap and you watch the car drive away from the concert hall. Two more events, then you’ll leave. You remember that the group stays in one of the most prestigious hotels of Tokyo. A stark contrast to your hostel. And far away from it as well. It´ll be a pain in the ass to get back later. Especially without a room key, or even a cellphone.

“Do you guys happen to know, where my cell and my key card is?”, you ask and look in the eyes of a smiling Jimin.

“Oh, Gug should have them with him.”

Yeah right, Jungkook should be there. The vampire, who sucked your blood last night. Cool, cool, cool, co-

“What do they say, ______? They are more afraid of you as you are of them”, Taehyung says reassuringly.

“That’s what people say about animals – not vampires”, you snort.

“Some say our kin is more animal than human, so...”, Taehyung shrugs and you muster him curiously.

“And what do you say?", you ask.

“Ah, don't get philosophical on our first date, _________”, Jimin whines and you do not even want to think about the word “date”. Instead you still look at the younger singer. He seems to be conflicted, before answering.

“It’s more of a balance. And sometimes it’s... more fun to agree with these people.”

You don't like the way he thinks, always believing that humanity is the only solution to live in content.

“There we are!”, both boys exclaim at the same time and you shrink in surprise. Are these two for real?

Without missing a second, Jimin opens the car door, and motions for you to step out of the vehicle. With one hand he covers his face with a mask, and you do the same. It would be more practical for him to get out first. Then you would have more room to move. But he is still as stone, as you stumble out of the car, brushing against his rumbling chest in the process.

You are at the back entrance of the five-star hotel and you can see the open door with a fidgeting waiter. After a few quick steps and two vampires behind you, you enter the building. The young staff member bows formally and you do the same – both idols not even thinking about returning the greeting. So, the good manners are just for vlives – good to know.

Soon you step into the private dining room, the air thick with anticipation as you make eye contact with the maknae. His exciting body moves at lightning speed and you are glad the waiter stepped out of eye side. For the second time today, you collide with a strong body. Jungkook’s nose dives instantly to the crook of your neck and you feel his hot breath against your earlobe.

“_________”, he murmurs and lets his nose travel up and down your pulse. You shiver in response, the recurring invasion of your private space making you feel terribly uncomfortable. Flashes of last night, the pain, the helplessness, the fear... all emotions are rushing back to you and you feel tears in your eyes.

“Jungkook. Enough”, Jin commands and the youngster whines, not moving.

“Jungkook”, the eldest tries again, this time with more volume to his voice.

Before a tear can fall, the vampire lets you go and takes a step back. His excitement crumbles when he sees the unshed tears in your eyes.

“_________?”, he asks, and your name sounds starkly different to the first time he happily called you mere moments ago.

You take a deep breath and you think you're losing your sanity, because you swear you can ... smell them. The odor doesn’t even scare you; it’s weirdly calming. With two more breaths of air you feel grounded enough to let your eyes travel across the table.

There they all sit. Jin – half standing, ready to intervene. Namjoon is watching you closely, is expression full of curiosity. Then there are Hoseok and Yoongi. The duo looks at you... in disdain. The younger rapper with rumored sunshine in his heart musters you like you are a cloud, hiding the bright orbit behind you.

And Yoongi’s eyes are filled with... dissatisfaction. You don’t need to be a mind reader to basically hear his scream “YOU DUMB HUMAN!”. Yeah, you didn’t follow his orders. But how could you not agree to Namjoon’s offer? You don’t even have to do a thing; just be there. But as you feel seven sets of inhumane eyes on you, you’re not sure, if this is really easy money.

“Alcohol!”, Jimin shouts behind you, making you jump in place. Damn, the two singers move with leisure steps forward; pushing you to the group, cold hands against your back.

Jungkook jumps away from you, creating more distance as his sad eyes linger. Why is he so upset? What did he expect? He attacked you not even twenty-four hours ago. How fast were you supposed to overcome such trauma? His bite under the band-aid burns as you self-consciously take a seat next to Jin. No way in hell will you sit next to Hoseok or Yoongi; it’s easier to face your opponents than rub against their side while eating. Before you are fully seated, you feel Jungkook take the place on your other side.

You eye him with suspicion, but the young man looks at you with big, innocent deer eyes, you can’t begin to compare him to the vampire version of last night. Maybe it’s for the best if you don’t even try. You are only here, getting paid handsomely, because of this boy. You are the leftover he needs around.

“Is that okay, Noona?”, he whispers as he – again – leans close to you. You shiver; this time not in fear, as you nod silently. Across from you Hoseok chuckles humorlessly. You ignore the blunt mockery and look at Namjoon for any form of leadership. He still just observes, now focused on the youngest as Jungkook smiles. You accepted him next to you. And he can’t smell fear on you anymore – maybe a bit apprehension, but no fear. He is getting even more excited now that your warmth radiates against his cold, dead body.

“Uhm – … did you mention alcohol?”, you ask, no longer able to stomach the thick silence. Jimin, sitting next to Taehyung, laughs freely as he brings out a few unopened soju bottles from under the table. With ease the young singer moves your favorite – strawberry flavor – in front of you and you thank him with a kind smile.

The others soon join, Hoseok being the only one without a fresh bottle, still managing half of his last one.

“It seems this isn’t your first today”, Yoongi comments, cold eyes on you as your cheeks redden – making Jungkook groan in satisfaction.

Is your drinking with Joo-Won this noticeable? You hold your alcohol well, and you are sure you didn’t stumble or slur in the last ten minutes, so how c-

“It’s your breath”, Namjoon explains unsolicited. A hand flies to your mouth. They… can smell the alcohol in your breath? How? You chewed gum before Taehyung and Jimin collected you.

“We have a heightened smell”, he adds, “all our senses are improved.”

“That makes concerts extremely fun”, Jimin says toasting his bottle in your direction. “The lights, the screams, the sweat and all the blood-bags in a stadium – it’s intoxicating.”

Your eyes widen at being called a blood bag. But before you can voice being offended, Yoongi repeats his question, rephrased.

“You pre-game, when you know you have dinner with seven vampires?” There is belittlement in his voice and you feel shame.

In your college days it wasn’t unusual to participate in daydrinking, or just an after-lecture beer. But now – faced with idols, who performed relentlessly for hours in tiering conditions – it makes you feel cheap. And watching the sadistic pleasure in Yoongi’s eyes makes you think, that this is exactly what he wants.

“I- it was just a drink with a friend”, you defend yourself and don’t notice, how the movement in the room stills.

“What friend?”, Namjoon asks icily, as he freezes your time, while looking at Taehyung and Jimin.

“A low leveled booth worker was all around her, when we found her”, Jimin starts and tries not to move too much, so you won’t get a whiplash when being in sync again.

“I took care of him”, Taehyung finishes and takes a swing from his non-alcoholic beer. He didn’t like alcohol when he was alive and he sure as hell doesn’t care for the intoxication now that he is dead. But that doesn’t mean the vampire doesn’t adore Jimin’s drunk stumbles and Jungkook’s alcohol infused exhibition.

Every single vampire at the table knows what the vocalist means with his words. The uncontrolled power to extract life-light through touch equals a disaster. But after many years of training Taehyung can control and dosage his ability to… everybody’s benefit. Joo-Won will be weak, ill and even thinking he wants to die. But the few seconds of power extraction wasn’t meant to kill – it was meant as a warning.

“Did anything else happen to her while you were supposed to look after her?”, Jungkook hisses sarcastically and looks at his brothers. Both avoid the venom in his eyes.

“If you can’t remember, we were actually with you on stage during the concert. How could we control her whereabouts, when we were hip-thrusting next to you? Hm?”, Jimin responds and the room fills with confrontation. Jin shifts uncomfortably in his seat – the emotions in high drive from his brothers. He is very thankful that the leader froze you, otherwise he couldn’t manage all the feelings in this group.

Jungkook stands abruptly, ready to pounce on the smallest.

“If you had let me keep her with me, this conversation wouldn’t even happen.”

“Ha”, Yoongi laughs darkly, “If we had left you with her, you’d be sucking her nipples by now.”

The lights flicker and Namjoon – again – just observes instead of intervening.

Hoseok moves suddenly, circling around the table until he stands directly behind your still form. He stares at you with dark curiosity.

What the hell where you doing with them? What could be so fascinating about you to make Jungkook this mad at Jimin and Taehyung? What made Yoongi leave his bed last night?

Why isn’t Namjoon stepping up as leader? Why can’t Jin control the room?

Why is he standing behind you? Why is he bending down to your face? Why is he craning his neck to face you – supporting himself with a hand on the table? Why are your eyes deeper than his desire to eliminate you as the thread you are?

And most importantly: Why are you blinking at him?

“What the hell?”, Namjoon and you exclaim at the same time as you stare at Hoseok’s surprised eyes, which are closer than logic would permit.

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AN: Sub, people! I’m sorry for the late post, covid-19 is a real b**** and my workload has doubled over the last few weeks. Thank you so muc to every single one, who commented, rebloged, liked, read! I am still very touched to hear, which parts/characters/storylines you enjoyed!

What did you guys think of “eight”? I’m a deep rooted shawol, so the MV in particular hit right at home.

I hope you all stay safe and happy! Let me know what you think! All the best, Dana

#ot7 x reader #bangtan fanfic #bts x reader #vampire bts #bts x you #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #bts smut

[jawritter]

Broken Me...

Ch. 3

Summery: The Dallas Convention couldn't have come at a worse time for Jensen. His world fell apart earlier that morning, but was expected to just act like everything was normal. You and a friend were at the convention for her birthday. Life hasn't been that great for you either, but a forced meeting on stage changes two worlds. Will you be able to put this broken man back together again...

Series Warings: Cheating, shitty marriage, Danneel is a bitch, I unfortunatly have to put that as a warning because some people tend to get turnt up about it if you don’t... Smut, Crying, Suiside Attempt, brief discription of suicide attempt and recovery, depression, hints of self loathing, language. I think that’s it... Suicide Trigger warnings will be placed over each chapter!

Chapter Warnings: Online bulling, language, insecurities, mean girls. I think that’s about it..

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1779

A/N: BINGE READ TIME!! As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is gold!! Hope you all enjoy this one!!

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Jensen's POV:

"I can't believe I lost it like that man! What the hell!!" Jensen yelled, throwing his hat across the room, watching as it hit the wall with a limp thump before falling to the floor.

He’d never been so pissed off at himself in his life, the way he ran off stage like that, Y/n probably thinks she did something wrong. 

He knew she saw him upset…

He knew she saw him try to hide the fact that I was up there crying like a little bitch... 

Maybe that many shots before he got on stage wasn't such a great idea after all... 

He was just trying to get numb enough to get through this damn concert without feeling anything. That turned out well didn’t it...

"Dude stop!! You're doing a hell of a lot better than I would be doing. I would have left the convention by now, and would be a blubbering mess somewhere. As far as y/n goes. I think she's fine. I saw her taking selfies with some other fans after the concert was over. Now Richard on the other hand, he saw, he's asking questions. I know you're not ready to talk about all this to everyone, but if you're going to stay at the convention. You're going to have to tell the rest of the cast and crew what the hell is going on with you."��

Jensen knew Jared was right, but he couldn’t help the stone face that he gave him as he watched the overly tall man take a swig of his beer. 

Even though Jared has the mental maturity of a ten year old, when stuff is going down he usually is right. 

As far as Jensen was concerned he was nowhere near ready to talk about what happened between Danneel and himself, everything was still so fresh, so raw, hell it had just happened today! 

He knew he couldn’t get into telling people without breaking down, and that was NOT something he was going to do in front of everyone. 

It just isn't going to happen... 

"I know you're right, but I’m not ready to talk about this with everyone, man it all this just happened less than 12 hours ago! I haven't even had time to process it yet. I'll try, and talk to everyone in the morning if people are asking too many questions. I just can't do it tonight. I'm still a little drunk, I'm exhausted. Probably too damn exhausted to sleep, which means I’ll probably drink myself to sleep…. Don’t look at me like that Jared, I just ….need tonight okay......Put Richard and everyone else off till in the morning if they ask you any questions."

Jared fought the urge to shake his head and roll his eyes, but this was Jensen’s battle, not his, and he had to deal with all of this how he saw best. No matter how much Jared didn’t agree with it..

"Okay I can do that. I told Richard tonight that you would probably tell everyone in the morning what was going on anyway, It was the only way he would let it go. They're worried about you man."

Jensen pushed his hands through his already completely messed up hair, and stood there with his eyes closed, trying his damndest to get a hold of himself. He was tired of crying about this already, and had just happened today, hell it’s not like they were together every day of their marriage, he was practically single anyway… They never even fucking saw each other.. Why did this bother him so much?  

"Ugh Jen?" Jared said, sounding almost like a little kid afraid to tell their parents something bad.... 

"What?" 

White hot fear licked at Jensen right up his backbone, it was never good in this industry for someone to use that tone while looking at social media... 

"Uh, looks like the video of you and y/n tonight has gone almost viral." 

Video of him singing at cons did that all the time so it was no surprise to him that one of him signing with a fan had gotten a lot of attention. So Jensen knew that was just the warm up for the let down, and braced himself…

"Okay, So." 

"Well Danneel saw it and, well......" 

Jared handed Jensen the phone, and what he saw there made him nauseous, and like he’d been shot in the chest with a 12 gage full of buckshot all at once….

“That bitch..”

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Your POV:

Walking back through the door of your hotel room you fall face first on the bed. 

Exhaustion was a very real thing, but you still had a lot of adrenaline pumping through you, way too much to sleep right now. Your mind racing a thousand miles a second. Analyzing everything that had happened tonight almost to a fault. 

Did I dream that or did it really happen? 

What's going on with Jensen? 

Why was he so upset? 

Were Richard and I the only ones that noticed? 

Jared obviously saw? 

Every time you think about it  your skin would tingle where Jensen had touched you. Hell by the time the two of you hand ended the song he was seriously so close for just a moment you thought he was going to kiss you. 

Thank God he didn't... 

Cause you probably would have passed out in his arms... 

Which probably wouldn't have been a bad thing, if you were alone, and not on a stage in front of hundreds of people with cameras and smartphones. 

Not cool...

With that thought you picked up your phone, and saw literally hundreds of twitter, facebook, and Instagram notifications on your phone. 

Your eyes bulging out of your head as you scrolled through twitter, the video of Jensen and yourself had gone almost viral. 

Your head started spinning and you honestly felt like you were going to throw up. Everyone seemed to like it, that wasn't the thing. The SPN fandom was seriously awesome that way, and for the most part everyone supported each other in one way or another... 

It was the post from Danneel that shook you from your head to your toes... 

"Y/f/n!! Get your ass over here!!" You yelled toward the bathroom where she was brushing her teeth. The room was spinning slightly as you read the tweet over and over again, as if you could make it disappear from the world wide web by sheer willpower...

"What?" She yelled back, running toward the bed, a look of concern on her face. 

She knew your tone had changed from joking in the elevator to almost sheer panic. 

"What is it?" She asked, taking the phone out of your hand. 

"Dang...Poor Jensen!!" She said, staring stocked at the phone. She was staring at the phone in slack jaw shock probably like the rest of the fandom at the moment.. You knew this was just the calm before the storm though, and you were about to be under fire form some of the more hardcore fans in the fandom...

"Well he was having a harder time than what it looks like on the video." You said, she looked at you completely lost. Apparently the audience didn't catch it. A moment ago you would have been relieved, now though you wished they would have just seen him.. 

Then man was a damn good actor...   

"That part in the video that looks like he's kissing my neck….. He wasn't. He had started to cry, and was wiping his face." You mummer, guilt rocking you to your core for agreeing to sing that song with him now that you knew what was going on with him... 

"Bullshit!" She yelled. "Why didn't you tell me he was that upset!" 

“I thought it wasn't any of our business! What was going on with him was obviously not intended to be a public thing. So I kept my mouth shut out of respect." You shot back. 

Looking down at the tweet you still couldn’t believe what you were seeing was really happening..

The tweet was a repost of the video of Jensen and yourself singing. That wasn’t the problem. It was the comment above that  made you nauseous. 

Well since Jensen seems to have ALREADY moved on to basically screwing fans on a live stage!! Looks like I OWE my fans the explanation! Jensen and I are getting a DIVORCE!!! WE ARE NO LONGER TOGETHER!!  I don't know who this girl is, but baby girl RUN!! I PROMISE YOU DON'T WANT THAT!!!

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A few hours later you found yourself still awake and staring at the ceiling. Sleep wasn’t going to come easy tonight no matter how you sliced it.. 

You couldn’t believe she did that.. 

She doesn't even know you!!! 

Some fans jumped to your immediate defense, telling her to go screw herself, and that didn’t happen the way the video was making it look, that it was a lot more innocent in person. 

Then there were some ‘Jensen always deserved better than you anyways’. 

That It was just a performance... Meaning nothing and she needed to get over her high and mighty act... 

Jensen was a sweetheart. He was probably totally heartbroken, and she was a bitch... 

Then there were some that were attacking you... 

"She's just a whore. He'll come crawling back." 

"He's a jackass you deserve better." 

"She wont even last with him a week." 

"She's just a side bitch."

 "She's ugly, he downgraded." 

"OMG I didn't know Jensen was into fat girls!"

They cut deeper than a stranger's opinion of you probably should have. Especially that last one. You weren't fat by any means, but you also weren't hide stretched over the bones. 

You had curves. 

Your stomach wasn't perfectly fat. 

Your thighs touched together when you walked. 

You didn't have a model body, but hell Marline Monroe was fatter than you are!! 

You and Jensen we're NOT together in any sense of the word, and by no means was he practically “Screwing you” on stage tonight..

A slight knock on the door disturbed your thoughts, and you looked over to y/f/n. 

She was still knocked out. 

So you quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen down your face, dragging yourself out of bed. You got up and looked through the peephole in the door, but all you could see was a white t-shirt. 

You unlock the door, and peck through the crack to see who was standing there at this hour in the night, and who you saw nearly knocked you on your ass for the second time tonight..

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Cruel Boy 2/33

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Lies. Betrayal. Just a lot of violence. Mentions of Domestic abuse. Parental abuse. Murder Suicide. Death. Guilt. Hate. Deception. Lots and lots of anger.

A/N: This is a bit darker theme, but Howie isn’t dark. Anger problems and bad choices but he’s not a bad person.

First love. First heart break. Life time of hate. When the silver spoon feeding you love is taken away, you learn to lick it off the knives. Howie Stark broke you. Him and his brother ruined your life. Destroyed your dreams and crushed your soul. Your best friend is dead and your life is a mess. When you take a bartending job, it just happens to be owned by the Bastard Son’s MC. Just your fucking luck. Jokes, you haven’t had luck since Gwen died and Howie ripped out your barely beating heart. There is no way in hell you’re giving him a second chance. Hell will freeze over before you let him touch you again. Not a chance are you ever letting the Stark’s near you again. Hell might have just frozen over.

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It’s a three way stare off. Nobody speaks for a moment. Her hand covers her mouth, her eyes squeeze shut. Peter steps forward, she stumbles back.

“I need air.” She panics, turning she’s pushing through the back room door.

Frank looks from her to them. Suddenly baby bolts after her. The three of them do the same, they shove into the back. Something crashes to the side. Frank’s massive steps get him there first.

They get there in time to see Frank’s arm slip around her middle. He stoops, dropping to one knee. Baby is whining, pacing in circles till Y/N is sitting on the floor. Frank has her braced, Baby settles in her lap, getting as close as she can. 

“Down.” Frank looks at Baby. She gives a whiny bark at him, as if she was telling him to fuck off.

“I’m fine.” Y/N mutters. Baby is licking her face. “I said fine.” She grumbles. But this doesn’t stop baby’s attention.

“She’s okay.” Frank nods. It only makes her pause, before she stands, tail wagging as she licks Y/N.

“You needy bitchy.” Y/N giggles. “Yes, yes a few more kisses makes it all better.” Her one eye closes and the side of her face crunches up as Baby licks her. “Thank you so much.” She sighs. Baby whines, tail wagging so hard, her whole butt is swaying.

“She’s pretty fucking cute.” Frank chuckles.

“Worst service dog, ever.” Y/N laughs. Her hands rubbing Babies ears. “Kidding, best girl ever.” Y/N kisses her on the nose.

“Are you okay?” Howie wonders.

“Service dog?” Peter lifts a brow.

“I have serious panic attacks.” She nods slowly. “Baby is registered and trained. She’s my girl.” She talks more to Baby than them.

“Right.” Howie nods.

Of course she had panic attacks now. Howie and Peter liked to fight or drink. She has panic attacks, cause of course she’s not okay after what they went through.

“Is that why she’s so brawly?” Frank asks.

“My girl’s a beef cake.” Y/N smiles, hugging Baby around the neck. Baby licks Frank from over Y/N’s shoulder. “You even lift bro?” She looks at Baby, who barks back. “Yeah, talk mad shit.” She laughs, playfully pushing Baby away. She comes back, dropping down in Y/N’s lap, leaning heavily back. “Good girl.” She kisses the side of Babies face, as she rubs her chest and belly. 

“How did you end up here?” Peter asks. Y/N cuts her eyes up to them, anger, hurt and blame in them. It was all deserved.

“What do you mean? Pinging all the way down to rock bottom or how I managed to get farther down than rock bottom?” She lifts a brow. It’s cold and seething.

“Cali Girl.” Peter breathes.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not that girl anymore, Peter.” She bites back.

“Do you guys know each other?” Frank looks between them.

“Another life or something like that.” Y/N shakes her head, dropping her eyes to the dog she’s petting.

“We’ve been looking for you.” Peter tries.

“Why? Why the fuck would you ever do something like that?” Y/N snaps. Baby sits up, looking nervous. 

“Maybe you should talk.” Frank stands up. He pulls Y/N up too. “Baby, let’s take a smoke.” He pets her head, she looks to Y/N first.

“It’s fine.” She nods. Baby waits, looking at them. Howie puts up his hands.

“We’ll be good.” He promises. She finally gets up, following Frank out the back.

“Must be the only woman to ever trust anything you say.” She folds her arms over her chest.

“Ouch.” Peter whispers, wincing. “Cali,” Peter stops when her jaw snaps closed “Y/N how the fuck?” He swallows.

“Look, I know we have this ugly history. We’re not friends, we’re not the same people. But I need this job.” She shrugs.

“The jobs yours.” Howie nods. “Apartment too.” He adds. 

She pauses, one arm drops to her side. Her hand moves up and down her forearm slowly. It draws his attention to the tattoo there, a balloon up her forearm, the string swirls together, ‘Let It Go’. 

“Look, that means you need to know something though.” He sighs,

“Sure.” She nods once, not looking at him. He deserved that.

“The bar, the apartment, most of the town you’re standing in. It belongs to us.” Peter nods.

“What?” Her eyes snap up, watching them.

“Bastard Son’s MC. We run things here.” Howie nods. He noticed the way she swallowed hard.

“Look I’ll stay out of your business if you do the same.” She sighs.

“Y/N.” He tries to keep his voice level. To keep it from coming out like a growl.

“Howard.” She bites back.

“The bruises?” He lifts a brow, jaw ticking.

“Mind your own business.” She nods.

“Is it going to become our business?” He growls.

“I have Baby, I don’t need you. Either of you.” She cuts her eyes from him to Peter. “I’ve been taking care of myself a long time, thanks to the two of you.” She jabs. Yeah they deserved that too. They deserved everything she could dish out. All her hurt was at their hands, they would take anything she gave and at the end of the day, they’d still want to take care of her.

“Anything you need, it’s yours.” Peter nods, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“I don’t need anything. I have my girl but thank you for the job and apartment.” She nods once.

“If you need something, call Frank.” Howie nods. Knowing damn well she won’t agree to contact either of them.

“Okay.” She presses her lips together. “I’ll keep my problems separate from here. Here we’re just employee and employers.” She glances at them. There’s a build up pain and misery in her eyes. It makes Howie drop his gaze.

“No.” He bites out to his shoes.

“Excuse me?” Her voice sharp. He shakes his head, lifting his chin to face her.

“Fuck no. I’m not going to stand here and pretend there isn’t a fuck ton of history between the three of us.” He scoffs. Peter’s eyes cut from him to her. Her head tips back slowly, her purple hair falls down her back.

“How.” Peter whispers.

“You mean the four of us? Or did you forget her bloods on your hands just as well?” She hisses at him. His mouth snaps shut. Peter’s eyes sink closed, pain flashes on his face. 

“Back the fuck down, Howard. This is one fight you’ll never win. You think I have anything lose?” Her lips curl. Anger and pain rip through him. 

“I’ve hit farther than rock bottom, you put me here. You destroyed who I was. Shattered my dreams, set my whole fucking life on fire and walked away from the ashes.” She sneers at him. He swallows, no longer breathing.

“You’re just a cruel fucking boy who ruins everything he touches.” She cuts into him. “My mistake for letting you touch me.”

“We should go.” Peter licks his lips, nodding.

Howie and Y/N at a standoff. He could spill enough to shake her world. He could say everything he dreamt of saying for years. Instead he nods, stepping back. He turns to leave with his brother, when he reaches the door to the bar he stops. Looking back, she’s got her hands gripping her shoulders. He decides to say one thing, one thing he was dying to say.

“You look good. Like the hair.” He glances at her.

“Thanks.” She doesn’t look up.

“Missed you, Baby Girl.” He sighs. Without waiting for her reaction he leaves. Following his brother out.

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In Your Atmosphere (Part Eight)

Pairings: Steve x Reader & platonic Bucky x Reader (mostly)

Warnings: PTSD / Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety Disorder, Panic Attacks, Mental Health Issues, Survivor Guilt, Eventual Smut 18+

Summary: The first time you met Steve Rogers, he kissed the hell out of you. It wasn’t the first time he met you.

Part Seven / Master List

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For a little while, you and Sam continued to tease each other about your sparring match. It wasn’t meant to be malicious, but to give each other some impartial feedback. He pointed out your tendency to favour your right side, particularly your kicks, and you told him that his grappling could use some work.

You didn’t notice that Steve had poured you a coffee until he casually sat it down on the counter in front of you, steam rising from the top of the white mug. You blinked at it, and then at him, before a bright smile came across your face. It was such a simple thing - domestic, really - but it made your heart flutter.

Your reaction seemed to catch Steve off-guard, because he quickly looked away, flustered. The newspaper in front of him made for a good distraction. You glimpsed a headline about baseball.

When you took a sip of your drink, though, you found that it was quite literally your perfect cup of coffee: two sugars and a dash of cream. The flavour melted onto your tongue, and you let out a pleased hum at the taste.

Resting your elbows on the counter, you held the large mug with both hands. The heat coming off of it reminded you of his hand, heavy and hot, against your lower back and you finally managed a breathy, “Thanks.”

Steve’s eyes shot back up to you at the sound, and when you caught his gaze, it was like pure electricity surged between the two of you.

“Sure,” he whispered back, his shoulder brushing against yours. His voice was soft and low near your ear, and you immediately started to chew your lip, your cheeks flushing as you attempted to tune back into what Sam was saying. Whatever other critique he may have had for you, you didn’t care at all.

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A few minutes later, you’d just taken your first bite of cereal when Natasha walked into the kitchen. She looked tired. You’d pieced together over the years that she wasn’t a morning person either, a fact that was easily confirmed by the way she yawned and made her way over to the coffee pot.

“I only got back from my mission around four,” she explained through another yawn, pouring herself a cup. “Any excitement while I was gone?”

Truth be told, you hadn’t even noticed that she was missing. You’d been a little preoccupied.

“I had another one,” you responded vaguely. She would know you meant your panic attacks, considering she’d helped you through the first couple in the beginning. Sure enough, she eyed you warily which made you add, “Steve helped me out.”

Normally Natasha would have made a stupid joke about him ‘helping you out,’ but she knew exactly what your panic attacks were like. She looked doubtfully between you and Steve and back again. “No shit?”

You nodded.

“You wanna share with the class?” Sam said through a mouthful of eggs.

“Nope,” you told him lightly, taking another bite of cereal.

For now, you didn’t particularly want that little factoid about yourself floating around the compound. Too many rumours were floating around as it was. You didn’t need to add another one to the mix.

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After breakfast, you remembered that you didn’t have a whole lot to do today. Your body still needed another day or two to recover before you could start going on missions. As exciting as doing your dirty laundry could be, you decided to explore the grounds a bit more than you had previously. Every morning when you looked out your bedroom window, you could just make out a little path leading toward the sparking lake, but you hadn’t yet gone to check it out.

Today was as good a day as any.

When you stepped outside, the sunlight was warm on your face and you just drank it in. You hadn’t had the opportunity to stop and smell the roses in a while. The breeze, balmy and relaxing, ruffled your hair as you slowly made your way down the winding path. Trees, greenery, and fresh air surrounded you, and you noticed that you could hear the birds chirping much more clearly here.

It was quiet.

You liked the quiet.

After a good five minutes or so, you reached the lake. The water sparkled a beautiful blue in the sun and upon the little pier was a half-enclosed sitting area. It was on one of the wooden benches there that you spotted Wanda taking selfies. It seemed you weren’t the only one enjoying the nice spring weather.  

“My palette came out today,” she told you as you walked up to her, as if to explain why she was being so vain but the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. On her lids were some lovely warm tones that suited her, reds and purples - perfectly blended, as all things should be.

Right. You’d completely forgotten.

“It looks great on you,” you told her with full honesty, taking a seat next to her on the bench. She was so skilled at applying it, too, which made you feel a little bit envious. She was lovely.

Her hazel eyes crinkled at the corners at your compliment. “I see you’re in better spirits today.” 

You nodded, leaning back against the backrest and pulling your jacket into your lap. “Not being hungover is a good start.”

She laughed and turned back to her phone. It wasn’t rude, the way she did it; it was casual and easy-going, just like your blooming friendship with her. If anything, you’d interrupted her by coming to chat, but she didn’t seem to mind.

As she continued to fiddle with what you assumed was her Insta, you spent some time watching the clouds drift across the sky and shift into different shapes. Sitting out in the sun by the lake was relaxing, unhurried, and you felt like you had all the time in the world. You wanted to soak up as much of this pleasant feeling as you could for the next time you crashed and burned.

The sound of a snapshot caught your attention, and you looked back at Wanda to find her looking pleased with herself.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” you asked her incredulously.

“I might have,” she responded with a casual lilt that made you nervous.

You blinked owlishly at her. “Why?”

“It was a good photo,” she told you, typing something on her phone. “I’ll tag you in it.”

“What? No, wait, don’t upload—” Your phone sounded, then, and you groaned. “At least let me look at it first!”

She gave you an apologetic smile as you pulled your phone from your jacket pocket. Just like you predicted, you’d received a notification that Wanda had tagged you on Instagram.

You weren’t too concerned about your face being out there. You may have had a target on your back, but the Avengers had larger ones on theirs and no one would risk attacking the compound to capture you. There were bigger fish to fry.

Actually, it was kind of nice; for the first time in a long, long time, your only concern was that it might have been a bad photo. You tapped on the notification and, when the picture loaded, you could see exactly why she’d taken it.

It was a little artsy, a little edgy for your taste. The filter she selected was black and white, but it suited the expression on your face: pensive. As you looked out at the water, the sunlight cascaded around you into an almost heavenly glow, and the small smile on your lips along with the floral dress on your body were a striking contrast to the dark bruises marring your arm.

Her description was a simple one:

When you saw the last tag, you snorted. “Fitspo? No way.”

She waggled her brows at you. “Have you seen yourself? I mean, even the Captain—” 

You knew you hadn’t heard the last of it. Your cheeks flushed immediately at her teasing and you shushed her, “Wanda!”

Her cheshire grin was back almost instantly. She could read you like a book. It may have had something to do with the fact that she could actually read your mind.

You huffed and pulled your jacket back on as an inadvertent barrier to protect yourself from this conversation. “We’re friends.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” she said sarcastically, giving you a pointed look. “Did he ever tell you why? Aside from the obvious.”

What was the obvious?

Oh. That he just couldn’t resist your beauty, or something. Yeah, right.

She did have a point, though. You never did get an explanation. Steve had said that he’d tell you whatever it was that Bucky wanted you to know – but after you finished your certification, he never actually told you anything at all. You’d completely forgotten about it until now.

There was a lot of that going around these days.

“You know,” you said thoughtfully, “He didn’t.”

That seemed to surprise her enough that she fell into silence. It might have been your tone, or maybe she just thought you’d be adults and talk about it. Instead you did burpees. Smart.

Although you had to say, thinking about the first time you met him made you smile. Really, truly smile. It made you blush, too, of course, and it was a stupid mess of a situation - whatever the hell you and Steve had going on - but you were enjoying the ride. Something was there. You knew it, and you knew that he did, too. The very fact that he’d been waiting for you this morning proved that there was chemistry.

Another snapshot pulled you out of your reverie.

“Wanda,” you warned, and at your tone she jumped to her feet. “Damn it, don’t you dare!”

When she broke into a run, you chased her laughter all the way back to the compound.

Even after you got back, she didn’t show you the photo - but she didn’t post it, either. Instead, she sent it to you. That same sunlit backdrop made you glow just like the other snap she’d taken, but not as much as your smile. The text she sent along with it read:

Flustered, you deleted it in a hurry.

What you didn’t know was that you weren’t the only one she sent it to.

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Part Nine

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Request, Platonic, Post-Bps, The cul-de-sac kids and the Ed's are hanging out at Kevin's during a storm. The lights go out, and Eddy has a panic attack. Based off of how in one of the official Ed Edd n Eddy comics, it is referenced that Eddy is scared of the dark.

“Come on, defeat that monster! My money is on Godzilla taking over the world!” Kevin bellowed at the TV screen.

Eddy leaned over to Ed and whispered, “Has Godzilla ever taken over the world?”

“He’s always close but he normally gets defeated,” Ed whispered as he chuckled.

“Just what I thought!”

That night Kevin’s dad was gone leaving Kevin to host a movie night at his house. The cul-de-sac kids sat around in the basement talking, chowing down on snacks, and having a blast. Now they were down to movie #3.

“Hey, Kev! Plank wants to know if there’s any more of those tasty mozzarella sticks cookin’ in the oven!” Jonny’s voice blared over the movie. 

“First come, first serve, Jonne,” Kevin said eating the final mozzarella stick.

Nazz glared at Kevin, nudging his side. “Come on, Kev. You bought three boxes of mozzarella sticks from the store. You only cooked two boxes so far.”

Kevin groaned, shooting a look at her. “This is the best part!” He complained.

“These movies are all the same plotline,” A annoyed Sarah pointed out. “You’re not going to miss out on anything!”

“Rolf would enjoy a tender piece of that chicken leg!”

“We still have food down here!” Kevin complained gesturing to the plate loads of chips, quesadillas, potato skins with bacon, and much more.

“Ooh! Could we have more popcorn!” Ed excitedly asked flying into the air like a chicken.

Grumbling, Kevin had no choice. “Okay, fine! I’ll get everybody seconds! Man, you guys are greedy,” Kevin grumbled as he disappeared up the stairs.

“I supposed a glass of water is a tad late in the question?” Edd asked nervously twiddling his fingers together.

As the movie continued, Godzilla was just starting to climb an immense building. Helicopters were flying towards the monster. The epic battle was just about to start.

“This is the part…”

Sarah covered her brother’s mouth. “No spoilers, Ed!”

“Oh dear, I hope the monster has a safety net to fall on!” Jimmy worried as he cowered behind a pillow.

“What are yah talkin’ about, Jimmy? It’s a monster!”

“He still has feelings, Eddy,” Ed commented.

Eddy rolled his eyes. “Come on, get the monster and turned off his lights! He’s gonna…”

Suddenly the room went dark. The power had gone off in the entire house. The kids screamed, trying to figure out what was going on as the bumped into each other.

“Hey, who turned out the lights?” A panicked Eddy yelled out.

“Oh dear,” Edd said. He immediately started searching for Eddy.

“Hey, Kev, did you turn out the lights as revenge on us?” Jonny yelled into the blackness. “All we wanted was more snacks!”

“Peek-a-boo, where are you?” Ed joked around.

“Ow, you stepped on my foot!” Sarah whined.

“Rolf cannot see anything besides darkness!”

“Gee, Plank, either this is Jimmy’s hair or Rolf brought one of his chickens!”

“Ow, you’re poking me in my eye!” Jimmy cried.

“Everyone remain calm!” Nazz instructed struggling to walk through everyone’s pushing and shoving. “I’m sure the power will turn back on momentarily!”

And just like that, the lights were back on to everyone’s relief giving the room its needed light.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Edd took a breath of relief. 

Kevin quickly came running down the stairs, guilt pressing at his eyes. “Sorry, guys, I must have blown a fuse with all your orders.”

A whimpering noise, similar to a baby’s cries, was heard from the corner of the room. Eddy had wrapped himself tightly between his arms and legs making somewhat of a safe fetal position. He was also trying to catch his breath which sounded raspy.

“Eddy?” A worried Edd asked.

The other kids gathered around standing on guard for any emergencies. They’d never seen Eddy in such a vulnerable state. 

Sitting closely, Ed and Edd stayed near speaking to their friend in a soft tone of voice. 

“What is wrong, Eddy?” Ed asked.

Edd immediately felt to his knees placing a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder to calm him. 

“What’s going on?” Kevin whispered over to Nazz. 

Nazz shrugged. “I’m not sure. I think the darkness must have scared Eddy.”

“Follow my count, Eddy,” Edd instructed. “!… 2… 3… breathe…”

Eddy followed along with Edd. Soon his breathing was back to its regular normal pace. However, Eddy refused to look up at everyone. 

“Are you alright, Eddy?” Edd asked him.

Before Edd could touch him again, Eddy raced up the stairs.

“Where is he going?” Jonny asked.

“When one has to go, they have to go,” Rolf commented as if he were a fortune cookie.

Ed, Edd, and Kevin followed Eddy who had just made it outside into the fresh night air.

“Get lost!” Eddy growled like a dog.

“Eddy, stop! Nobody is looking down on you!”

“Just forget about it, okay?!” He snapped, his voice heavy and on edge.

Kevin stepped in front of him, resting two hands on his stiff shoulders. “Hey, man, you’re not the only person who has panic attacks!”

Embarrassed, Eddy averted his eyes. “It’s nothin’, okay?”

“Nothing?” Kevin questioned. “That’s wasn’t nothing!”

“I’m afraid of the dark, okay? There are you happy! Who gives a damn?!”

“Eddy, language,” Edd scolded.

“Who cares?!”

“We care!” Kevin argued.

Eddy’s whole expression changed into one of gratitude. His heart warmed feeling so understood from all this support. He felt so undeserved of it all. Why was he like this? 

A hand wrapped around his shoulder. “We got you, man. We’ll help you.”

Feeling tears come into his eyes, Eddy dipped his head to the pavement. “Thanks.”

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[maychorian]

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #28

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Secret of the Blood by exclamation Words: 30,685 (WIP 13/?) Author’s Summary: AU version of season 2. When Keith and Shiro were thrown from the wormhole, they crashed by the Blade of Marmora headquarters and were captured. When the Blade reveal the secret of Keith's heritage, Keith must decide if he can trust these people... and if he can trust himself. My Comments: Really well-written canon-divergence AU. I love all the things that change because Keith meets the Blade of Marmora before he and Shiro can warm up to the idea of there being good Galra out there through Ulaz. It makes a HUGE difference, for them and for everyone else as well, and I love the way the idea is being explored.

The Color Of Our Planet From Far Far Away by LonelyGirlInSpace Words: 13,942 (WIP 3/?) Author’s Summary: A story in which Lance and the team has a lot of difficulties, because they don't sleep and sometimes make poor choices as a result and others are forced to suffer more than they deserve due to those poor choices. Or Lance gets hurt because the team didn't listen and everyone desperately wants to fix it. My Comments: Lance is a little too perfect and the rest of the team is a little too mean for my tastes, at least in the first chapter, but this is a well-written and poignant hurt/comfort fic, and it’s gen, and the third chapter almost made me cry, and I’m very, very hooked. Can’t wait for more.

with quiet words I'll lead you in by strikinglight for goukyorin (sashimisusie) Words: 5,216 Author’s Summary: “You were screaming,” Keith tells him. “I heard you through the wall. ”That wall, Lance wants to point out, is supposed to be soundproof. It shouldn’t let you hear anything, no matter how hard you listen. What he says instead is “I can’t breathe.” “Take it slow.” Keith’s voice is steady, but as Lance’s eyes struggle to focus his face is a blur. The image goes shaky and then comes clear, shaky then clear, like looking into water. “Pretend it’s low tide. Tell me about the ocean again.” My Comments: Klance, but reads platonic to me. Really lovely hurt/comfort fic about kids caught in a war far, far away from home.

Disappear Completely by Bandity Words: 7,053 Author’s Summary: Lance knew something was wrong with him. He thought it would pass on its own eventually, but as time went on, and the pain continued, he realized that something inside of him must be very broken. My Comments: Possibly my favorite fic this week. So far I’ve read it three times. Lance’s trauma is so awful and visceral, and the aftermath is realistic and carefully handled. There are no easy solutions, but things do get better, and everyone is doing their best to help.

Space Mall Take 2 by CondensationOnGlass Words: 3,618 Author’s Summary: Shiro won't stand for the Paladins looking like no-good troublemakers. And with the Galra Empire so spread out and with such a gripping hold, they may need more than what they have. And for some reason the mall seems like the place to get it. And it seems like a great place to have more trouble pop up. Aka: Where Shiro has to play the big brother and apologize for the others making a great big damn mess, and nearly has another one on his hands for picking today of all days to do it. My Comments: Equal parts comedy and hurt/comfort, and a joy to read throughout. Poor Lance.

Nomenclature by Awkwardly_social Words: 7,885 Author’s Summary: It took almost five months to find Lance after the wormhole. And when they finally do, they're stuck on the planet until the castle can come get them. Lance takes the opportunity to teach the team a little about the planet and a little bit about himself along the way. My Comments: Lance has had a rough time, and the gradual way the others find out is really well-handled. Plus the worldbuilding is just really neat. Also read the sequel for some great aftermath and Lance with PTSD.

It Is Enough by nadagio  Words: 1,020 Author’s Summary: Nowhere near close to finding Shiro and uncertain what he should do now, Lance spends some quiet time with the Blue Lion. My Comments: Really sweet fic with Blue helping Lance deal with his grief and figure out what to do next.

mostly void, partially stars by dakhtar Words: 9,403 (WIP 3/?) Author’s Summary: “Werewolves can’t be astronauts,” Derek’s annoying voice had grumped. “Werewolves can’t be pilots. Werewolves can’t be fighter jet pilots, Lance, for God’s sake, Werewolves can’t pilot giant space robot cats that join together to become a giant space robot man and fight an evil purple bat-cat empire!” Well, he hadn’t said that last part, but Derek totally would’ve. (Alt title: seawolf) My Comments: Teen Wolf crossover, but I haven’t seen a single episode of that show and I’m enjoying this fic very much. The worldbuilding is really cool, and I love this take on Lance and the relationships he wants and needs and is trying to build.

Going Up! by Olive_theCat Words: 2,373 (WIP 1/?) Author’s Summary: When Sendak is chosen over Shiro to pilot the main engine test of the new Kerberos shuttle, he's got to take up an offer that Matt gives him: To be a camp counselor at the Galaxy Garrison summer program!Of course, herding five super-smart teenagers through some simulated astronaut training can't be all that bad, right? What could go wrong? Well, with the help of a malfunctioning little robot named Beezer towards the end of the summer...It turns out a lot can.SpaceCamp AU (movie and real life), constructive critisism is welcome! My Comments: Space Camp was one of those movies I watched over and over as a kid, and I can’t wait to see what my favorite space kids do in that setting. The author is having a lot of fun with it, and I am too.

Trust Fall by Pidgeon_Online Words: 2,869 Author’s Summary: Pidge usually dealt with her issues on her own. No one needed to be bothered with her problems when she could easily deal with them herself. Especially when it came to this. There was no way she would ask anyone for help with this. Because she was fine. She didn't need help.or Pidge definitely needs help before her body turns completely against her. My Comments: Poor Pidge, but I wish I had a whole team of adorable boys trying to help when I felt like this, so also not poor Pidge at all, I am jealous.

Uninvited Guest by YukiSkyes Words: 3,375 Author’s Summary: The most interesting stories about Glasycus Mountain, said to be the gateway between Earth and the Abyss, were the ones about the black dragon that guards it. There was no end to the people stupid enough to try to find Shiro and Keith would do anything to protect him and help hide his existence. One evening, Keith comes home to someone already inside. My Comments: This is the first of a series of nine stories so far, with the paladins in a fantasy AU, some of them not human anymore. It’s really fun, a lot of great worldbuilding, and some great character interactions. I’m really enjoying it, and I subscribed to the series.

The Once and Future Snore by hufflepirate Words: 980 Author’s Summary: Allura and Coran think about the past. Coran can't figure out how to tell Shiro he's as welcome to affection as all the younger paladins. Everybody ends up in the same nap pile anyway. (Note: Everybody (on the main team) is in this, but I only individually tagged the people who do something besides trap Coran in the middle of a nap pile while he's too asleep to know how they got there.) My Comments: Absolutely ADORABLE cuddle puddle fic focused around Coran. And can I note how wonderful it is that cuddle puddle fic is practically a genre in this fandom? Because it is.

The Home You Make by rednight16 for psyraah Words: 1,304 Author’s Summary: Sometimes the ones that end up close to you are the people that you least expect. My Comments: It’s so wonderful for Shiro to have friends who he is not responsible for, who can just talk to him as adults and have conversations that don’t have anything to do with saving the world. Yet another reason I would have been happy to have Thace and Ulaz stick around on the show.

shades of blue by behestha Words: 1,104 Author’s Summary: Eventually, Shiro's scales reach a tipping point. OR the one where Shiro has a panic attack and Lance gently helps him. My Comments: I love these two supporting each other in any situation, and this is lovely. Hinted Shance at the end, but reads as gen to me.

Trap by macShitFuck Words: 1,272 Author’s Summary: Alt title: Hell or High Water You don’t consider the amount of pain and panic an animal must go through when they’re caught in a leghold trap until you’re in one yourself. My Comments: Oh man, Hunk whump. This is brutal, but I love how he tries to calm Lance down even while he’s in horrible pain.

Turnabout is Fair Play by CondensationOnGlass for taylor_tut Words: 7,623 (WIP 2/?) Author’s Summary: Iconic pranks, blistering fevers, and fair play.Or, where some of the Paladins pull a joke and then get slammed with guilt about 8 hours later, and for others it is much more immediate.Based off a tumblr post by @taylor-tut. Might change the title. Multichapter, and in progress. I'm slow to update. My Comments: Probably my second favorite fic on this list, and yes, I read what’s available twice already. It’s a very indulgent kind of hurt/comfort that I adore, and I can’t wait for more. The prank the others pull on Lance really was harmless and cute more than anything, but he just happened to be in the middle of developing a terrifying and dangerous fever, so yeah. There’s some guilt there, poor babies.

Swallow the Sun by valkyriered Words: 1,934 Author’s Summary: Shiro has a panic attack. Kolivan tells him a story. Very background Shiro/Ulaz. My Comments: The worldbuilding here is freaking GORGEOUS, holy smokes. Just read it.

Defying the Odds by Mists Words: 13,562 (4/?) Author’s Summary: *Voltron Season 3 AU* Also known as: The Continuing Adventures of Space Dad Cat! Let's just say, a certain cockpit is not quite as empty as the paladins believe... "Highly improbable. Especially for this reality," he haughtily said with a self important air. "The odds of which being: one trillion, seven billion, eight hundred thousand, point three, two, eight, five-" SLAV! New chapter now up! The Voltron Paladins play "Dungeons and Dragons!" Poor Hunk tries to save his campaign from Lance and Pidge. While Keith and Shiro are helplessly along for the ride. Let the craziness begin! Deep character exploration. Friendship, Humor, Team as family! My Comments: Crack alert! This story is super fun, and I’m not just saying that because the most recent chapter has the kids playing DnD with Lance as a bard and Pidge as a rogue, nope, not at all.

The Pizza One by taylor_tut Words: 1,268 Author’s Summary: Like four people requested an AU where Lance is a pizza delivery man and delivers a pizza to the other paladins (modern, college AU) while running a very high fever. They make sure he gets taken care of. My Comments: This author just uploaded a whole CATALOGUE of Lance sickfics, so yeah, definitely check the author profile if you’re in the mood for a whole bunch of short fics featuring Lance injured, sick, feverish, or otherwise in need of care. I certainly enjoyed reading through the whole bunch. Picking this one out as my favorite for the way the others take in lonely, sick Lance who is just working way too hard and needs someone to look out for him. I love it.

Senmō by TheOtakuWithHazelEyes Words: 4,399 Author’s Summary: While under the effects of an alien fever, Shiro dreams of another time when he was sick. Confused and ill, he cries out for the only person he thinks can aid him- his mother. (A moment of Shiro bonding with the paladins stemming from him being sick, and a look into his thoughts.) My Comments: Really sweet hurt/comfort for Shiro, and some backstory that is poignant and lovely.

Day at the Beach by JackieNeedsMoreSleep Words: 1,804 Author’s Summary: The team takes the day off to go to the beach but Pidge has to deal with Lance and some other asshole's shit. My Comments: Really cute, fun teamfic.

Intrinsic by buttered_onions Words: 1,219 Author’s Summary: The first time Shiro felt the Force. My Comments: Miss Onions just writes the BEST AUs, gah. This is full of powerful moments. I’m so proud of wee Padawan Shiro.

Lost in the Fog by oldmythologies for melonbug Words: 2,395 Author’s Summary: Each one of them gives him something on his way back to them. My Comments: Great take on what happened to Shiro in the S2 finale and how the others get him back.

Allura's Twelve by windscryer Words: 2,217 Author’s Summary: The Paladins learn that while there are a great many differences between Earth and Altean culture, movie genres are not one of them. Some things are just universal. My Comments: Cute, fluffy teamy goodness. Just a pleasure to read.

Part of the Team by wingedflower Words: 3,785 Author’s Summary: After a training session gone terribly wrong, Lance finally reaches his breaking point. Luckily, Coran knows exactly what to say. My Comments: I just really really really love downhearted Lance and supportive Coran, gah, just give me all of it, just pour it over me, it’s SO GOOD.

Sweets at 7am by JackieNeedsMoreSleep Words: 1,223 Author’s Summary: Keith walks into the kitchen to find his friends baking. My Comments: Really cute, fluffy teamfic.

Emergency Lessons by Kalira Words: 3,210 Author’s Summary: Pidge, Lance, and Keith land in several 'emergencies' and pull each other through them. My Comments: Really lovely teamfic with a trio you don’t usually see put together. The second chapter was my favorite, but it’s all absolutely delightful.

Five Times: Keith and the Dads of Marmora by EdgarAllenPoet Words: 4,816 Author’s Summary: [Bonus, one time it literally saved his life and he really didn't have a choice but to roll with it]. So actually, this is a 'seven times' fic, but that doesn't quite have the same ring to it." 'If you want to rest more, I will stay. You are safe.' Keith wondered quietly how the person talking to him now was possibly the same leader he’d met at the Blade of Marmora." My Comments: I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Parts are funny and parts are poignant, but it’s all good start to finish. Favorite line: “Antok, listen. Listen, Antok. They are toddlers.”

and yet by achieving elysium (Ogygia) Words: 1,194 Author’s Summary: After the Castle of Lions is reclaimed from Sendak, Coran finds himself left alone to his thoughts— guilt and sorrow for children who do not belong in a war. written for voltron angst week on tumblr | day one: smile My Comments: Oh man, Coran angst always gets me in the throat. Really good stuff.

7 Times They Noticed by the_unoriginal_fox Words: 5,549 (WIP 5/7) Author’s Summary: Lance was alright. He was happy. He was fine. Except when he wasn't.“Listen. Are you alright?” “Uh…are you alright?” “Are you okay buddy?” “Are…are you in good health, paladin?" Are…are you okay, paladin?" "Hey. You okay?"His team mates, his second family - they noticed. My Comments: It’s a genfic with Lance being supported by his entire team. I love it.

The Great Escape by Eastofthemoon Words: 2,619 Author’s Summary: Keith did not like being cold, but he hated being chased by the Galra even more. My Comments: The latest installment in one of my favorite Voltron fanfic series. Read it all if you haven’t before.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny familiar by achieving elysium (Ogygia) When You Reach Me by writterings Shifting Sands by Cardigan_Quincy A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) Here Stands a Man by awkwardCerberus A Song of Storm and Ice by BreakTheDawn Gate Keeper by MoonlitPaladin (MoonlitStardust) for cupcakelevi Masks by TiedyedTrickster As Color Fades Away by IcyPanther Must Surely Be Learning by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) Someplace Like Home by squirenonny The Meadows of Asphodel by Genesister (papirini) (now complete) Taking One For The Team by ShiningRegalia Little Lions by MidnightCreator (now complete) Truce by kyanve This Is New by TheHomestuckWhovian The Garden of Heaven by Genesister (papirini) It's Getting Darker But I'll Carry On by CamsthiSky A Million Stars Apart by SerenePhenix Coming Undone by Emerald_Ashes

#voltron legendary defender #weekly voltron fic recs #guys i'm starting to realize that i read a lot of fic #like a lot a lot #i might have a problem #fic rec #vldgen

[cake-writes]

In Your Atmosphere (Part Seven)

Pairings: Steve x Reader & platonic Bucky x Reader (mostly)

Warnings: PTSD / Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety Disorder, Panic Attacks, Mental Health Issues, Survivor Guilt, Eventual Smut 18+

Summary: The first time you met Steve Rogers, he kissed the hell out of you. It wasn’t the first time he met you.

Part Six / Master List

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Steve and Bucky followed behind you as you made your way downstairs to the kitchen. They didn’t ask any questions, and you didn’t give any answers, but conversation still flowed just fine between the three of you.

“I’ll make you guys something,” you offered along the way, feeling a bit more like yourself with your mind set on a goal. “It’s the least I can do.”

It was, of course, false confidence with which you spoke and carried yourself. You were humiliated by how easily you’d broken down in front of them and, even worse, how you wound up in Steve’s arms. Truth be told, you weren’t entirely sure how it even happened; one minute you were hyperventilating, and the next you were on the floor, pulled safe and sound against his warm chest.

What you did know was that you hadn’t initiated it. You hadn’t asked him for help. No, he was the one to break that unspoken truce between you to keep his hands to himself. He was the one to kneel down beside you, to gather you in his arms, to stroke your hair, to whisper some of the sweetest things you’d ever heard into your ear.

He’d done it without your permission, but you didn’t mind. Somehow, you trusted him. You trusted them, because surely some part of you wouldn’t let yourself be so vulnerable around people you didn’t trust.

There was just one small problem: you barely knew them.

That, you’d have to change.

—

The next day, you kept your true feelings close to your chest. You chose to act like nothing had happened, like you hadn’t fallen apart right in front of Steve and Bucky - when really, what they did meant the world to you. They listened to you. They helped you. They cared.

For the first time in a year and a half, you felt like you belonged.  

It was refreshing. While you’d only slept for a few hours after your midnight snack with them – a couple of simple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches – you felt optimistic and ready to start the day. You hadn’t had another nightmare after that, but you were positive you weren’t out of the woods yet.

It was a little after nine and you were on your way downstairs for breakfast when you spotted Steve loitering at your end of the hallway. You found him staring out the lake from one of the corridor's vast panoramic windows. The weather outside matched your mood, bright and sunny and warm.

He’d come to check on you, no doubt. There was no other reason for him to be near your room when his was on the other end, past Bucky’s. For what it was worth, he’d tried to make it seem like he hadn’t been waiting for you. Bless his heart.

Upon hearing the soft click of your kitten heels on the tile, Steve shifted slightly to look over at you. The sunlight caught on his blonde hair, and for a moment, you were stunned by how handsome he was: kind blue-green eyes, soft lips, strong jawline - let alone the rest of him. If anyone in the world was flawless, it was Steve. He looked good no matter what he wore, and today, he’d opted for a tight grey tee shirt and blue jeans that accentuated his ass just like those goddamned sweatpants you loved so much.

What you also loved was the way his brows rose as he took you in. You’d put some effort into your appearance this morning, wanting to feel less like a wounded soldier and more like a normal civilian - spent a little extra time styling your hair and applying some light makeup to suit the floral sundress you’d bought two years ago and never got to wear. It made you feel good that he'd noticed.

Then again, if it was really such a stark, noticeable change, then that probably wasn’t a great look for you. Well, whatever. You didn’t really care. Nothing would ruin your good spirits today.

The silence between the two of you was just a second longer than it should have been, and you both broke it at the same time.

“Good morning—”

“Morning, doll—”

It was stupid and awkward and juvenile and you couldn’t help but smile.

He shook his head a little and met your eyes, the corners of his lips turning upwards.

Something had changed between the two of you.

“How’d you sleep?” Steve asked as you fell into step beside him. It was a leisurely stroll compared to the long strides he typically took, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, like the dead. You?”

Your deadpan delivery brought a playful lilt to his voice. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Well, that was a surprise. He’d always struck you as a light sleeper, but maybe he was just as bad as you were. You really did sleep like the dead, even with your nightmares. 

“Have you been up for a while?” you ventured. What you really wanted to know was if he’d been waiting awhile, but you didn’t have the nerve to ask.

Steve studied your face for a pause, before he told you, “Not too long.”

You weren’t sure if he’d answered your actual question or the implied one, so you responded with a soft hum of acknowledgement.  

That was when the back of your hand lightly nudged his by mistake, and your heart did a startled somersault inside of your chest. Flustered, you swiftly slid your hands into your pockets of your denim jacket.

It really was juvenile. You felt like a teenager and, just like high school, there was chemistry.  

As the two of you made your way down the stairs, an unspoken question hung in the air: how were you feeling? But he didn’t ask, no, it was almost like he knew not to. Instead, he cleared his throat and said, “Man, that coffee smells great.”

“Yeah? I think I’ll have a cup, then,” you spoke thoughtfully, even though you didn’t feel like you needed the caffeine at all. You just wanted to spend some more time with him.

You didn’t pick up on the smell of freshly-brewed coffee until you reached the bottom of the stairs.

As you stepped over the threshold to the kitchen, Steve’s gentle hand on your lower back sent an immediate shiver through you straight to the apex of your thighs. His palm burned delightfully through the thin fabric of your dress, and when either of you moved, his fingers brushed hot, delicate linen against your hypersensitive skin.

Your breath hitched in your throat. It didn’t go unnoticed.

His eyes snapped to yours, and when they widened, you knew he’d just now picked up on what he’d done. It hadn’t been intentional, but an ingrained habit. He all but yanked his hand away, a filthy swear flying out of his mouth, “Shit! I’m sorry.”  

Shit, you weren’t. You'd never heard him curse before, and it did things to you. 

“Hope you don’t kiss your mother with that mouth.”   

You startled at the sudden third voice and jerked your eyes over to find Sam at the stove, cooking himself breakfast. His back was turned to the two of you, and for a brief moment, you were relieved. More rumours were the last thing you needed. Then you wished Steve would put his hand right back where it was, consequences be damned.

“Hey, Sam,” you greeted casually, trying and failing to ignore the heat between your legs as you leaned your forearms against the counter. It was way, way too early for this.

“Mornin’, Spice Girl,” Sam said with a grin, stirring around some scrambled eggs in a skillet. Then he looked over at Steve with the same. “You too, Cap.”

Steve was in the middle of pulling two mugs from a cabinet and offered his friend a single nod in greeting. You couldn’t see his face, but judging by how red his ears were, you had a sneaking suspicion that he was embarrassed. Whether it was from being caught by Sam or from being too familiar with you, you couldn't guess.

Then it finally sank in what Sam had called you.  

“What?” you asked stupidly. “Spice Girl?”

Sam shrugged. “Hey, you got kick.”

God, that was a terrible joke, but it made you laugh all the same.

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Part Eight

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