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*Happy 2022 Spooky Season Surprise!*

*Y/n--9; Sam--13; Dean--17*

"And we're for sure going trick-or-treating tomorrow tonight?" You questioned Dean as you got ready for bed. "I told you, I have to make sure it isn't a full moon or anything, Y/n." Dean stubbornly told you. You huffed in annoyance. "Not like our life isn't full of monsters and being pretend people anyways." Sam grumbled. Dean caught the look of hurt in your eyes and remarked, "Remind me not to bring you back any candy, grumpy." In the morning, Dean quickly got you out of bed with the exciting news that you could go out trick-or-treating. A taste of normalcy.

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"Alright, kiddo, you ready to go?" Dean asked after you dressed in the one size too big vampire costume and safety pinned around your ankles. This included the red paint that dried on your chin and a little on the white plastic teeth, from the outside rack of Goodwill that Dean managed to bargain down to nearly nothing. "Do I look scary?" You innocently asked your older brothers. "So terrifying that you're going to scare everyone we see." Dean remarked while Sam rolled his eyes. You brightly grinned and grabbed Dean's hand with the plastic pumpkin bucket. "Sammy, you stay put. I don't need you to get any trouble. If you can get rid of your hormone angst while we're trick-or-treating that'd be great too." Dean instructed with a joking grin at the end. Sam heavily sighed and gave him a thumbs-up, ready to be on his own. "Dean, what's hormones?" You innocently asked. The eldest gave small chuckled, bent down and had you go on his shoulders for a piggy back ride, "Something I hope you never get as bad as Sammy one day, kiddo." He said leaving the crummy motel room.

Walking around with you through the local neighborhood as he tried to implement normalcy to your life. Sometimes he got some too. "Hey Dean," one of the girls from his school joined him as you went up to one of the houses, "you got stuck under trick-or-treating duties too?" She chuckled. "Yeah but I get fifty percent of that bucket." He laughed back. Casual flirting continued for both of them for most of the neighborhood. "Dean! My bucket is full!" You exclaimed after coming back from one of the houses. Dean chuckled and pulled out a pillow case from the hotel and had you dump all the candy in there. "Now, they'll probably give you even more candy." Your brother winked at you before continuing onto the next house. "Dean Winchester," the girl scoffed in disbelief.

"Pity candy, no one wants to see a kid with an empty bucket." He smirked and then added, "Plus, my younger brother is too cool for trick-or-treating, so I'll need to rub it in his face." He shook the pillowcase, hearing all of tiny cardboard boxes hitting each other. The pair of you went through the whole neighborhood before heading back to the motel. Just as you left before, Dean carried you on top of his shoulders back to the motel since you couldn't stop complaining about your feet hurting. "Want to scare Sam when we get back?" Dean suggested. You laughed and nodded as the motel grew closer in view.

However, that plan didn't go as planned. When Dean slowly opened the door, hiding, as you quietly crawled in the door, John interrupted the scare. "Y/n what the hell are you doing?" Dean quietly swore on the other side of the door. You hesitantly stood and answered, "Tried to scare Sammy." Your fangs making you have a lisp as Dean walked in the door. John gave a light exhale, now actually able to see your costume too. "Probably would've worked if your brother wasn't in the bathroom." You gave a disapproving look to the floor. "So a vampire, huh?" John questioned, looking between both you and Dean. "Yeah," you shyly responded and felt ashamed and silently prepared to be lectured and yelled at because you were dressed as a monster that you knew was real.

However, that's not quite what happened. Instead, John chuckled and prepped a washcloth to get the face paint off. He sat back down at the bed and had you sit next to him. "Well, I can definitely tell you a lot about vampires. Pretty scary monsters," he commented. "They even scare you?" "Not as scared as they are of me." John joked and gave you a quick attack of the tickles.

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Little Lamb - part 1

paring : eddie munson x fem!shy!reader

word count : 1.7k

characters : eddie munson, dustin henderson, mike wheeler, hellfire club members

warnings : mainly just fluff, eddie taking the reader under his wing, mention of jason carver

summary : requested by @hford0311 | Y/N is the new girl at Hawkins High. Eddie notices her shy demeanor, and takes her in as one of his sheeps.

October 3rd, 1986, Hawkins Highschool, 12:45 pm

Voices of freshmen to seniors roamed the halls of Hawkins Highschool, both good and bad ones, and some didn’t speak at all. The autumn air, crisp and cold wafted through the windows lined across the hallway. A new month meant new ideas or goals Eddie thought he should try, one of them being arriving to class on time. When the warning bell rang, Eddie shut his locker, haphazardly shoving pens, pencils, and other academic utensils into his bag, gunning for his physics class. At the same time, Y/N was making her way to physics as well, though she was never late to any of her classes. Rushing through the halls, her converse squeaking with every trot, she made it to the doorway, at the same time as Eddie. The two bumped shoulders, trying to squeeze through the narrow walkway. The bell had rang, causing a weary groan from Y/N, and a stifled laugh from Eddie. Eddie backed out of the doorway, letting her walk in before himself, letting a smile escape from his rough demeanor. Y/N look at him with a perplexing expression, one where Eddie couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Y/N began walking to her seat, making Eddie realize he had never seen her before, her seat was conveniently located to the left of his. When Eddie sat down at his desk, Y/N looked over at him, then looking away as the pair made eye contact.

“Alright, listen up class. Looks like we have a new student joining us, from New York. Is Y/N here?” Mr. Thompson began looking around the room for the newly arrived pupil. The class began to speak in hushed language, looking around, trying to notice someone who wasn’t there before. Y/N didn’t speak, hoping she could make it through the class without having to do the typical icebreaker introductions and questions. More students had finally realized the new arrival, looking toward her, waiting for her to introduce herself. The feeling of laser eyes burning into the back of her head described the lingering eyes of her peers. She finally stood up from her desk, walking towards the front of the classroom. Eddie’s eyes followed her every move, the way her laces clicked on the marble floor, and the way the ribbons in her hair swayed with her ponytail.

Y/N tugged at the hem of her sweater, in an effort to fix her outfit.

“Uhm, Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m from Richmond, New York.”

“Well Y/N, it’s a pleasure to have you in my class, you may take a seat now.”

She nodded her head, swiftly walking down the aisle of desks, back to her own. More eyes, which felt like they had doubled, watched as she sat down, immediately putting her face in the palm of her hands. She let out an aspirating sigh, turning to look to her right, in Eddie’s direction.

“Why are you staring at me?” She said bluntly.

“Oh uhm, me? I wasn’t staring, I was just looking around.” He flashed the same toothy smile from earlier, this time in an effort to convince, and not to flirt.

“You were staring, you did the same thing when I went up to introduce myself.” Y/N sat up, facing the shaggy haired boy, inching toward the edge of her desk.

Eddie leaned back into a man spread, confused at what angle she was playing, and he knew she wanted him to slip up with his words.

“Alright Y/N, and if I was staring, is that such a crime? A new pretty girl is something you rarely see in Hawkins, and I was trying to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.”

Y/N’s face grew to a ruby rouge, looking down at her desk, then back into his brown orbs. A greedy smirk painted across Eddie’s mouth, watching as she became flustered by his comments.

“What’s your name?”

“Eddie, Eddie Munson.”

“Is that short for, Edward?”

“Yeah, but my uncle only calls me that when he’s mad.”

Y/N snorted, covering her mouth as Eddie’s eyes widened at the noise.

“So, considering you’re new and all, I assume you haven’t made any friends yet?”

“You’d be right that. Just stares and scoffs from everyone in the hallways.”

“How about I introduce you to my friends, at lunch?”

“Oh you don’t have to invite me, plus I’m not good at talking to people I don’t know.” Eddie noticed her fidgeting with the bracelet on her wrist. Deep down he wanted her to accept his invite, but Eddie knew what it was like - more than anymore to be judged by your peers. Y/N hanging out with the Eddie’s friends could tarnish her new reputation. Thoughts of reputation demolition didn’t cross Y/N’s mind, only the thought of having a new friend and someone to talk to.

“Forget I said anything, I don’t want to pressure you.”

“No no, you know what? I’d love to meet your friends. If there as friendly as you are, then I don’t see why not.” Y/N rhythmically tapped on her desk, excited to finally get to know the other students of Hawkins High.

October 3rd, 1986, Hawkins Highschool, 1:22 pm

The cafeteria of Hawkins High was one out of a movie. Cliques divided by tables, conversations held among each table, and arguments across each table. JV and Varsity jocks, along with cheerleaders, sat in the middle of the cafeteria. One of them, a tall and muscular boy with blonde hair, had been arguing with Eddie as she walked it. The word “freak”, filled with spite was directed to Eddie, he laughed it off. Y/N made her way to the lunch line, trying to decipher the options on the menu, when two metal clad hands covered her eyes, icy to the touch. She spun around, concerned and confused at the action, she was met with the long haired metalhead, grinning from East to West. Y/N playful hit him on the chest, Eddie placing his hand over his heart with theatrics.

“So, how were your other classes? Any ones you like so far?”

“Nope, only physics. It was the only class I could stay awake in, thanks to your heavy boots tapping every three seconds.”

Eddie laughed, pushing his tray towards hers. “Well you’re welcome, now are you ready to enter Hell?” Eddie’s hand dramatically pointed over to the table where the members of the Hellfire club sat. Y/N rolled her eyes, giggling at his humor. She hadn’t seen it during their physics class, maybe due to the dim lighting of the classroom, but the cafeteria was brightly lit. Eddie Munson was handsome, extremely handsome.

Eddie waved his hand over her face, snapping her back into reality. “I said, are you ready to enter Hell?”

Y/N looked up from his lips, now to his eyes. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.”

Eddie placed his hand on her shoulder, guiding her through the windows of students, his grip tightening when they walked past the jocks table. He stopped in front of the Hellfire clubs’ table. The group was mid conversation, the only words Y/N could make out were “campaign” and “Vecna”, when Eddie cleared his throat in an exaggerated manor, causing the table to abrupt into silence. The group looked as if Y/N was another girl they’d seen before, their faces having little to no emotion. The turned towards the table once again, continuing their conversation like they weren’t even there.

“Eddie, I don’t think your friends are too fond of me, maybe this was a bad idea.”

“No, they’re just a bunch of little ASSHOLES!”

The group let silent again, this time with terror across their faces.

“Eddie, if this is another ploy to recruit cheerleaders for our group, you’ve picked the girl the most out of league this time.” the curly-headed young boy spoke.

Eddie squinted his eyes toward the young boy. “Y/N isn’t a cheerleader Henderson, she’s new, and we have physics together.”

Y/N, smiled from behind Eddie, waving to everyone. Y/N didn’t now much about Eddie or his friends, she’d only heard someone call him a freak, without the reasoning behind the statement. Eddie turned his head around, noticing Y/N was still hidden behind him like a kid.

“They don’t bite sweetheart, here, sit.” Eddie pulled out the green chair, motioning her to sit beside him. Y/N took at seat, the eyes of members following her movement. Y/N felt as if she was on trial, trying not to bore the people in front of her. She placed her tray on the table, slowly picking at the green and brown mush. When she finally looked up, the entire group, including Eddie was staring at her.

“So you all have staring problems?” Y/N blurted out, looking around the table. When each member met eyes with her, they looked away, pretending to continue their previous conversation. Y/N turned to Eddie, his eyes connecting with her gaze, not parting like the others.

“Eddie if I wanted to sit alone and have no one talk to me, I could have sat over there.” Y/N pointed to the empty table in the corner of the lunch hall.

“Alright, this is stupid, why are you all asking like I brought Jason over here.”

“Eddie you brought some new girl over here, a hot new girl at that, and you’re confused why we’re acting weird?” the young boy with long black hair said.

“Listen, if you guys want me to leave I understand, Eddie was just trying to be nice and not have me sit alone at lunch.” Y/N began to rise from her seat, when one of the freshmen spoke.

“Wait, Y/N. You don’t have to leave, we just need to know about you.”

“Dustin, you’re going to scare her away!” the other freshmen said, louder than anticipated, causing the group to erupt into laughter.

“Oh shut it Mike, I’m surprised Eddie hasn’t scared her off yet.” Eddie deadpanned towards Dustin, glaring at him with spite.

“Well, what do you guys want to know?” Y/N leaned in closer to the table.

“Well for starters, how did Eddie convince you to even step foot over here?”

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Be Completely Anonymous (Pt. 3)

*Welcome back, readers! Sorry for the long awaited part 3!*

*Here are the last two parts if you need them!*

It had been months since Peter had now met you at Tony's party.

However, the pair of you never escaped the Avengers Tower. Even though, you desperately wanted to change that. "Want to know a secret?" You whispered under the fort the pair of you made like fifth graders after Peter finished hours in the lab with your father. Tony was still oblivious about the two of you. Peter nodded eagerly and gave you those puppy eyes. "I really, really want to get out of this stupid tower and do something normal teenagers do." Your voice still in its hushed tone. Peter's eagerness lowered. "Like what?" He responded at a normal speaking volume. "Anything! I want a stereotypical coming of age movie. I want that type of day. Please, Parker!" Thoughts raced through his head. He wasn't even sure how to answer, if he could. So he didn't.

You sat back as you looked at his blank, starring off face. Disappointment sunk in. I mean, how could I ask for so much? God! I'm so stupid! You thought to yourself and slouched back into your pillow. "Would you want to go to homecoming with me?" He suddenly asked you. "Excuse me?" You questioned, not sure if you heard him correctly. He cleared his throat and grabbed your hands. "Will you, Y/n Stark, go to homecoming with me, Peter Parker?" He asked again: this time more confidence radiated off of him. "Yes!" You exclaimed and pressed a kiss to his lips. Several more kisses and giggles between were shared between the two of you.

You gushed at yourself in the mirror one last time before entered the Avengers Tower to take you to the homecoming. Somewhere along the month between Peter asking you and actually going to homecoming, you did tell Tony about the pair of you dating...then how you were going to homecoming with Peter. The latter was the one the pair of you argued about for days. It took a lot of convincing, needless to say. And, of course, Happy had to escort both of you to and from the dance; and he had to be a parking lot away the entire time.

You walked down the stairs and noticed the extra attention that you would normally receive. Almost all of the Avengers were standing around the foot of the staircase. The joys of being everyone's adopted daughter. However, you only made eye contact with Peter's cheery stares. "Stop right there, need some pictures." Tony ordered as you had about ten steps left. "Really, Dad?" You rolled your eyes, "Yes! Really," Tony mocked, and you gave Peter an apologetic look before returning your face towards the camera and smiling the classic Y/n Stark smile.

It was about ten set of pictures later that you told everyone that you and Peter were going to leave otherwise you'd be late. Tony attempted more to have you be late...or change your mind all together. "I'm leaving. Bye." You commanded and pulled Peter out of the door with Happy right behind the two of you. "Remember to-" you closed the door as your dad was calling something out.

You held Peter's hand tightly the entire car ride to the public high school. When Happy parked the car, the anxiety suddenly grew for you. You had nothing or anyone to hide behind. What if some horrible incident that your dad always talked about happening really happened to you tonight? What if too many people recognized you? "Be anonymous" "Don't draw attention to yourself" "I don't want your soul ruined by the media. Public school wouldn't help you with that." Tony's voice ran and other scenarios ran through you head, you started shaking. "Y/N?!" Happy exclaimed from the front seat with probably more anxiety than you were experiencing--somehow. It broke you from your racing river of thoughts. "Yeah," you looked at Peter with a weak smile almost fully broken from your thoughts, "let's get going." Peter softly agreed and started to get out of the car. "Wait there, Peter! Shut the door!" Ordered Happy and your date obeyed.

Happy looked back at you with concern. "You know you don't have to go if you feel uncomfortable, Y/n." "I'm fine, just a bit of last minute anxiety is all, Happy. I'm fine, and I'm still going." You insisted. "Y/n," Happy dragged in a warning tone, stopping you from going out the door, "I can go in with if you want. I can be a last minute chaperone." He rambled, trying to make you feel better. You chuckled, somehow gaining some confidence again, "Happy, we'll be fine. Just stay in the next parking lot over." You softly smiled and started to scoot your way out of the car. "Whatever you say, Ms. Stark. I'll be here." Happy said and let Peter take you to the dance.

"Is everything alright?" Peter asked as he escorts you towards the gym door. "Yeah, just a bit nervous...first time in a public school...kinda was raised to think of them like a boogeyman," You explained. "Well, nothing anything really exciting happens at Midtown. Plus, when your date is Spider-Man, you're pretty safe." Peter comforted you. "I won't let anything happen to you, Y/n Stark." Peter promised and kissed your forehead.

Instantly, there was a slow song. You felt comfortable another, so you and Peter took a to the dance floor. You stood very close to one another as the songs continued to play. The warmth of Peter's body was completely inviting and a true comfort, especially when you felt the occasional stare at the pair of you, well particularly double checking to see if you were really you. "Don't worry, you're anonymous in my arms."

*Should I leave it here or continue?*

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eddie munson ; dating you headcanons

genre : fluff & slightly suggestive (small mention of making out)

pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader

disclaimer : mentions of drugs, small mention of making out

⋆ dating the eddie munson is an adventure of all sorts. one day you'll be perched up on his bed and the next, you'll be having picnic dates in the middle of literal nowhere.

⋆ he loves taking you to this hill up on a field, its' greenery stretching miles and miles away. he just loves laying on your lap and feeling the breeze hit him, with his most favorite person right by him.

⋆ he's totally the type to show you every place he loves or think you'll find intriguing. he wants to awe and impress you, it feeds his ego hearing your quiet gasp whenever he shows you something you'd like or the look of enjoyment planted on your face.

⋆ most of the times however, your dates will be set in the woods or inside of his trailer.

⋆ you thought he was crazy randomly wanting to hike in the woods with no trail, but really he was showing you the place where he just sits down and relax. he'd totally would carve your guys' initials on a tree.

⋆ a random headcanon, but if you're attempt to balance and walk on a log, he'll be the type to hold your hand like a crab like in those movies. his hold on you is delicate (like always), guiding you to the end of the log. if you jump off the log, he'll catch you by your waist and pull you in towards him. that, or he'll just straight up just have his back ready before you jump off and walk the rest of the way with you piggy back style.

⋆ he won't ever pressure you in doing drugs, neither is he having you involved with his drug business. he refuses to do any drugs around you.

⋆ when you're over at his house, he just really wants to have an easy, relaxing day with you. whether it be just you laying on his chest and staying in that position for hours. his heart will constantly be beating out of his chest whenever he looks down and see you looking back up at him. it's the time he's most at peace so he just wants to savor the time he has with you.

⋆ he loves cuddles in general, but with you? god is he obsessed. just having you locked on his arms tightly, his nose buried somewhere on your body, inhaling and savoring your smell. your smell comforts him and (as cringy as this sounds) is the definition of "home".

⋆ the type to play footsies with you. if you're laying on your stomach reading a book or anything in general, he loves to just annoy you by hitting your foot and then it starts becoming a back and forth between you two. he also just loves licking your face for no reason, like those puppy licks. quick and full of playfulness. he just loves having your attention on him and annoying you.

⋆ if you're in a whiny mood, he'll carry you around his trailer (bridal style) and plant multiple kisses on your forehead once your temper is wearing off while ranting words of praises.

⋆ if you play with his hair, dear lord is he going to go insane. whether it be whenever you both are laying on each other sides or chests or kissing (especially making out and you're needily grabbing onto his hair he'll give you the most lowest whimper ever), he's a goner for you.

⋆ one of his favorite times with you are friday movie nights. watching friday the 13th, the exorcist freddy kreuger, the shining, basically all of the 80s horror movie classics you name it. he loves keeping a tight hold on you, holding you close to him. if you easily get squeamish with horror movies, he'll laugh lightly. not of you, but just how easily you get scared. he'll plant small kisses on you and tightening his hold on you if he notices you're genuinely shaken.

⋆ he loves it whenever you apply blush onto his tattoos or coloring his tattoos with your eyeshadow or markers. that, or feeling your fingers trace itself on his skin.

⋆ if you ever request him a song on his guitar, he'll always comply to your request. going tryhard to impress you. if you get interested in wanting to learn how to play a guitar, he'll have you perched onto his lap and guiding your fingers to each chord. he knows that doing this actually doesn't help you learn and is actually more of an excuse for him to touch you.

⋆ please go to this man's concerts, he loves just having your moral support and seeing you in the crowd just motivates him more! give him a kiss before the show too, he's going to get a massive ego boost. sometimes however, he gets carried away if you're present at his concerts. and then every time after the concert, his band members will be like "dude what the hell? that wasn't your solo." but he's already occupied, not listening and giving a dam about anything except your lips on his.

⋆ he always has a protective, firm grip on you. whenever you both go out in public, always expect his hand securely wrapped around his. you sitting down? he'll be right behind you, his hands on your shoulders. maybe giving you a small massage that's hardly noticeable. he's feeling extra jealous when you're talking to other people? his hand instantly finding its' way on your waist.

⋆ eddie loves having his ego fed, so you smiling or laughing or any positive interaction that comes out of you because of his actions. lord, his head is now fucking big and a bright smile welcomes itself to you. he loves being the reason why you smile and laugh, and let's be honest, he just loves the way your face crinkles up into a smile or your beautiful laugh that rings constantly in his ear.

⋆ kisses with eddie are as if words of affirmation was a kiss. it's slow but you can feel his own admiration towards you as it literally radiates off of his lips. however, kisses with eddie can also be quick and mind boggling like when you both pull out, you'll just be starstruck like "holy shit that fucking just happened". his kiss is messy but full of passionate neediness for you.

⋆ if you're initiating a kiss, please reach up and wrap your hands around his shoulder. if you're short, he'll go crazy if you stand on your tippy toes just to reach his height. if you're taller than him and have to lean down to be eye level with him, he'll equally go crazy.

⋆ dating eddie will be the best decision of your entire life ever. he'll treat you like royalty while also having fun and joking around with the person he loves in the entire world. he won't ever break your heart so please don't break his either.

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Eddie got me in a chokehold

Kissing Eddie Munson - Headcanon

Pairing - Eddie Munson x gn!Reader

Warnings - None! just cute sweet fluff

A/N - Just a cute little headcanon about what kissing Eddie Munson would be like

Masterlist

His lips are usually always a little chapped, however he does carry around a tin of unscented vaseline

Depending on how long its been since he shaved last you can feel his stubble against your cheek as he kisses you

However he doesn’t let it go too long before he shaves

You can also always feel his hair tickling your face at least a little bit, because let's be honest his hair is a chaotic adorable mess

Kissing for Eddie is always fun and exciting, no matter how many times he has kissed you before

Each time he gets to explore you just a little bit more, and he loves it

Eddie is the kind of person to kiss everywhere, your hands, cheeks and forehead, especially in public

Sure he will kiss you on the lips while in public, but that also feels more intimate too him and he would rather keep it just between the two of you

Eddie is both very goofy and also serious about it, it totally depends on the contexts

He loves your silly make out sessions when he can bump his nose against yours

Before pressing many quick kisses to your lips so you can’t interject

And he loves to hear your giggles between kisses as he compliments you

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The man can go from zero to a hundred so quickly, and back down again

He’ll be kissing you, feeling your hands in your hair and totally losing himself to the feeling

Just to pull away and tuck some loose strands of hair behind your ear

And say the corniest thing that has the two of you laughing and giggling uncontrollably for a hot second

Then he would go straight back to kissing you like nothing happened

Eddie could kiss you for hours, it's the best way to be close to you

Usual locations tend to be in his car, in his van or at his trailer, occasionally at your house and sometimes in the backstage of the theatre department before Hellfire

He loves the drawn out lazy kisses as you lay on his bed tangled in each other's limbs

And when you have him like that it’s so easy for him to get flustered

Eddie absolutely adores you, and because of that any compliments he receives from you means so much more and impacts him way more than he is willing to admit

He would blush so easily, and just be total putty in your hands

For more serious and longer sessions he loves to have you in his lap

It is the perfect place because he has access to all of you

And he can easily kiss from your lips and down the column of your neck

Speaking of necks, Eddie leaves hickeys

Big, dark ones that last for days and have to be covered with clothes or makeup

And he would absolutely be teasing you about them for days to come afterwards

“Such a pretty mark you got there sweetheart, wonder how that happened.”

Its infuriating, but in a really good way

If you haven't seen him all day, he makes sure you know it by absolutely bombarding you with kisses

Or kissing you until you both have to pull away to breathe

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When making out he loves to have his hair played with

The little strands at the back of his neck

Or completely hands buried and tugging at the roots of his hair

He loves knowing that he is making you feel good

Eddie also loves holding your hand while kissing you

Especially if it is one of those rare in public kisses, when you're leaning against a wall and Eddie grabs your hand before he kisses you

But he also loves it when you grab onto his jacket or collar to pull him closer to you

Eddie is also absolutely a “last kiss” kinda person, but there is always just one more last kiss

Which always ends with both of you being late to absolutely everything because he just has to have his goodbye kisses

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What can I say the man has a flair for dramatics

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Anonymously (Anonymous Pt. 2)

"Look, Peter, it's kind of my job to make sure Ms. Stark is safe and-" "Wait! Ms. Stark?!" Peter exclaimed. "Yeah," Happy said with an annoyed tone, "she's Tony's daughter." Peter's internal panic continued to rise, even though he did nothing wrong, it was just-- he talked to Mr. Stark's daughter! "Listen, I'm sure you're fine. Tony doesn't know, and Y/n wouldn't let you do anything to her anyways. Just don't let anything come of it." Happy advised, "Alright?" Peter nodded at the older man's words. "Okay, goodnight, Peter." "Night, Happy."

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Peter was cautious as he entered the Avengers Tower. "Hey, kid!" Tony called as Peter entered the shop. He flinched, truly afraid of his possible reaction of Peter knowing his daughter and talked to her for nearly a whole night on the balcony, while joining Tony. "How was the party the other night?" The older man smirked. Oh, no, he knows! "I-it was fun." Peter stuttered out, still terrified and hoping Mr. Stark wouldn't ask any more questions. "Good, now we get to the fun stuff." Tony clapped Peter's back and showed him the advances that were made in the suit. However, that didn't stop Peter from being an inch away from terrified.

"Hi, Dad!" You chimed as you walked down the stairs. You witnessed Peter's brown eyes widen like pool balls. You smirked at the response, and dare you thought that Peter looked better without his mask as well. Tony looked up and grinned proudly at you. "There's my daughter!" Peter gulped as Tony guided you further down and towards the other teenager in the room.

"Did you meet Peter at the party?" He questioned. "Actually, I didn't. Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Y/n." You shared a shit eating grin as you stuck your hand out to him. "H-hi, Y/n," Peter cleared his throat, you liked watching him squirm under you, "I-I'm Peter." You winked as he shook your hand. "Sweaty hands, don't be so nervous around me, Pete," you teased at him and wiped the sweat transferred from him off of yours. "Not everyday someone gets to meet a Stark, Y/n." Tony reminded you. "Well, you better get used to me, Peter." You smiled and rocked on your heels for a moment. "Y-yeah, I guess I should." He exhaled.

"Y/n, I think Nat wants to do some training with you." Tony mentioned and your frame diminished a little. "Alright," you dragged but disconnected eye contact with Peter, "I guess I'll leave you and Petey to your nerdy things." You sighed and turned out of the room. Tony couldn't help but chuckle, he did see a lot of him in you. "She's a handful, but she's mine, so can't exactly blame anyone." Peter softly chuckled back to not seem suspicious.

"You know she's the same age as you, Parker." Tony mentioned. "Oh...I...um...didn't know that." The teen responded. "Well, probably a good thing. I like her to stay out of the limelight, keep things anonymous with her." Tony explained before Peter's imagination drifted as he fumbled with the tools to correct the problems he kept having with the reoccurring problems with the suit.

When Peter managed to get away from the shop and into the main area of the Avengers Tower, who else's eyes would he make contact with? You looked up from the book in your hands, "Hi, Peter." It felt less intimidating this time. Peter sat on the couch across from the chair you sat in, "Hi," his smile was soft. "Have fun with Father?" You closed your book and placed it in your crossed legs. Peter lightly laughed, "It was okay, I made some adjustments to stuff." He started to ramble a little about You looked at him with interest and content. You were used to this talk from Tony. "Sorry, I'm sure you don't care about any of this stuff." Peter apologized after a while of rambling.

"Actually," you started to respond as you grabbed the nearby Stark version of the iPad and sat next to Peter, "quite the opposite." You pulled up the artwork for the newest Spider-Man suit. "I design them. Tony can't do everything," you joked. Peter sat there in amazement. You rambled on the fabric that would work the best and why. Suddenly, the pair of you looked up from the art work and stared at each other's eyes. Both internally trying to figure out what the hell just happened. All of the walls seemed to fall between the pair of you. "Don't beat me to it, Petey," you whispered and scooted a little closer to him. He silently nodded before leaning his face close to yours and felt the soft connection between the lips.

"I beat you," Peter whispered in a laugh. "I'll catch up with you, Peter."

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Peter Parker x Stark Reader Masterlist

There were just so many that it just needed to become its own thing.

Welcome Back

College age Peter Parker and Stark Reader– 1.7K Words---Where Peter and Tony Stark’s daughter meet up again at her welcome back party, and escape from the boring atmosphere

Get You Back

College Age Peter and Reader; Post-NWH-- 1K Words ---Reader is dealing with Tony’s death and cannot remember Peter from before

Tony’s Daughter

Shy reader and Peter Parker bonding at one of Tony’s parties

Notes

Reader goes to the same school as Peter. One day, Peter looks at what is in reader’s notebook

Never a Loser

Y/n stands up for Peter Parker

Babysitter (Child!Reader)

Peter babysits Tony’s little girl

Series

Anonymous (ONGOING??)

I like to be Anonymous Anonymously Be Completely Anonymous

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #TONY STARK AND PETER PARKER #Peter Benjamin Parker #Peter Parker and Tony Stark #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you

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the little things - romantic gestures i love

massaging their shoulders when they clearly had a long day

cupping their cheeks

random "i love you"'s just in case they forgot

kisses on the cheeks

kisses on the tip of their nose

or on their upper lip/cupids bow

playing with their fingers

reading with them

taking pictures of them when they don't realize it because they just look too good to not do so.

fixing their hair for them

pulling them closer when a cool breeze hits you both outside

linking arms

tying their shoe when you notice the laces flying around

knowing their morning routine so perfectly that you already have some of their breakfast/drinks laid out before they get to the kitchen

recording their favorite show on the dvr because you know they'll be in a little late tonight and miss it

gently wiping something off of their face and noticing them smiling because you're just so cute and close

pulling each other into the warmest hugs

dancing together for the first time

letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it

giving them a bite of your food

brushing your teeth together and looking at yourselves in the mirror

resting your head on their shoulder

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Could you tag me in I like to be anonymous if you make any more parts??

Yes!

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i like to be anonymous is so cute! is it a part one to something?😊

Thank you so much! It is definitely a pt 1 of a series. Stay tuned!

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I like to be Anonymous

*Between Civil War and Homecoming*

"Are you ready for tonight, kid?" Tony questioned as he adjusted Peter's bowtie. "Y-yeah, little nervous to meet everyone, but I mean it can be that bad--I-I mean-" "Yeah, how about we don't stutter into a ramble. You'll be great. You got your mask, right?" Tony cut Peter off. "I do, but why do I have to wear it? I mean everyone knows who everyone is." Tony sighed, "It's ironic. We don't wear masks in public, for the most part, so I though we could have a masquerade theme." Peter nodded along with what he had to say. "Now, I need to go make sure that others guests are ready too." Tony started to walk out of the room, "Oh, and Peter," he paused to see if the teenager was paying attention, "don't embarrass me." Peter nodded with fear.

Peter paid attention to all the little details as the party time grew closer. He tied the mask to his face and double checked it was stable and even on his face. "Okay, Peter, we can do this," Peter exhaled into the mirror before he decided to walked down to the party.

It was so exciting and yet overwhelming at the same time. After a few hours of introducing and chatting to everyone, Peter went outside to the balcony for fresh air. "I said I would be--oh, sorry." A harsh then annoyed tone came out of no where as he opened then shut the sliding door. The anxious boy gave a worried look over at the figure sitting on the porch swing. A floor length forest green ball gown cascading from the figure. "I thought you were someone else," the person on the swing added. "Gotcha," Peter nodded and took a deep breath as he leaned on the railing.

"You're new, aren't you? I haven't seen you before." The figure stood from the swing and approached the newest Avenger in training. Peter noticed how the gold mask covered most of her face and stuttered for a response to her question, "Umm, y-y-yeah, I guess so." She laughed behind the mask and joined Peter by leaning on the railing. "I-I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Parker," he stated. You leaned over and whispered, "I like to stay anonymous. However, I'll let you in on a secret. I'm Y/n." You lightly nudged him and smiled. "Are you a superhero, too?" Peter questioned and you glanced up at him, "In my own way, I am." You responded and slightly shivered as a cold wind blew by. "How about we go inside, you can warm up then?" You shook your head, "Not really my thing." Peter leaned down, "I'll give you a secret, they're not really mine either." He then took off his suit jacket and gently placed it on your shoulders. "Thank you, but you really don't have to," you said. "Hate to see you be cold."

You wrapped the jacket around you a little tighter and looked out into the city. "You must not be new to this, huh?" Peter questioned, mirroring your actions. You lightly scoffed and shook your head, "Far, far from new." Peter nodded and his brain froze by thinking of what to say next. However, you broke the ice. "Do you go to school?" Peter was thrown by the far off topic. "Um, yeah, Midtown...do you?" "Um...yeah, but not Midtown. I feel like Midtown would be exciting compared to mine." You replied. The teenage boy was confused by your response, "I doubt it. It's not any different from any high school." You lightly chuckled, "Maybe...I don't know, been by it a few times, just wonder what the differences would be if I went there--even for a day, hell, even a lunch period." Peter smiled, "Maybe, I can take you there. I mean, what would be the issue?" You gave him a small smile back, "Remember, Peter, I like to stay anonymous." It was one of the nicest ways to put it, really. "How long have you been here?" Peter asked, picking up on how you were about the same age he was, but you somehow were here for a long time.

"Why are you here, Peter?" You questioned, standing up straight now, avoiding his question all together. "Well, I--I have an internship with Mr. Stark and he invited me." Peter started the anonymous game as well. "Internship, hmmm. You know, I have never heard of Tony having interns. What's it like? What do you do?" You questioned, inching closer and noticed Peter get flustered behind the mask.

However before more than an uttering sound could exit the boy's mouth, you rolled your eyes at the sound of the door opening. "Peter, your aunt wants you home soon." You broke eye contact from Peter and waved at Happy, who gave you a concerned look. "How do I look, Happy?" You grinned and twirled in a circle and noticed his face soften and relax. "You look beautiful as always, Y/n." You grinned back at him before turning back to Peter and gave him his jacket back, "Thanks for the company, Peter." You then walked into the party and waved goodbye to him and blew him a kiss through the glass door before disappearing in the guests. Peter lightly chuckled and Happy waved him towards the inside, to have him follow to the car.

Neither of them said anything until Happy parked the car in front of the apartment. "Thanks for the ride, Happy. I-" Peter attempted to get out of there. "Ah!" Peter grimace and shut the door at Happy's tone, "I want to know what you talked to Y/n about tonight." He demanded. "Nothing really. Talked about school and how she doesn't really like parties." Peter spoke, internally begging that Happy would let him go. "Did you bring up your internship?" He questioned. "She asked about it. That's when you opened the door. Now, can you let me go, Happy?" The younger responded. "Of course she did," Happy whispered to himself before turning to look at Peter. "Look, Peter, it's kind of my job to make sure Ms. Stark is safe and-" "Wait! Ms. Stark?!"

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comfort starters

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“ i’ve got you. it’s okay. ” “ stay the night with me? ” “ i’m here. and i’m not going anywhere. ” “ shh, it’s okay. i’m here now. ” “ talk to me. ” “ i wish i knew how to talk about it, but every time i try i just— the words won’t come out. ” “ i’m afraid if i start crying, i just won’t stop. ” “ i don’t wanna be alone tonight. ” “ you don’t have to say anything. ” “ do you want me to stay with you? ” “ we’re okay— everything is gonna be okay. ” “ it’s over now. ” “ it’s okay if you need to cry. it’s just me. let it out. ” “ i don’t wanna have to do that ever again. ” “ i’m so fucking scared. ” “ i won’t let you go through anything like that again. ” “ you don’t have to deal with this alone. ” “ i just need to feel something. ” “ i don’t wanna talk about it. i don’t. i just need to forget. ” “ whatever you need, i’m here. ” “ please, just tell me what you need. ” “ lay back down, you need to rest. ” “ here, i made you some tea. ” “ drink this, it’ll help you relax. ” “ let’s go for a walk. sitting here all cooped up will only make it worse. ” “ i can’t breathe. i can’t— ” “ just breathe. breathe with me. ” “ look at me. hey— i’m right here. you’re not alone. ” ” i feel so sick. ” ” i’m just so fucking tired. ” “ what can i do? ” “ i need you. ” “ i’ll always be here when you need me. ” “ i was so worried— i thought i’d lose you. ” “ i’m really worried about you. ” “ actually i’m…i’m really not okay. ” “ i keep telling everyone everything is fine and each time someone else asks i get closer to just. breaking. ” “ you’re not fine. and you don’t have to pretend that you are with me. ” “ everything hurts and i want it to stop. ” “ i know it hurts now. but it gets better. with time. the pain gets a little less until it’s more of an ache rather than some big overwhelming lump in your throat. ” “ just tell me it’s gonna get better. ” “ i heard you crying— what’s wrong? ” “ everyone keeps asking how i’m doing but— you’re the only person i really feel like i can talk to. ” “ i can’t promise you it’ll get better. but i can promise you i’ll be here with you. ” “ i just needed to see you. ” “ i just need to know you’re okay. ” “ get some rest, i’ll be here the whole time. ” “ i’m afraid to go to sleep. ” “ i can’t stop seeing their faces every time i close my eyes. ” “ i sleep better in your bed. ” “ i won’t say sorry because that just, falls flat. but if i could change it. i would. ” “ as long as i have you, i think i’ll be okay again. ”

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1. for our muses to cuddle after one of them has a nightmare 2. for one muse to invite the other to get under the covers with them 3. for one muse to come to the other in the middle of the night to crawl in bed with them 4. for one muse to hold the other while they cry 5. for our muses to spend the night together after a traumatic experience 6. for one muse to help the other clean blood off of themselves 7. for our muses to take a bath together to help one or both of them relax after something traumatic 8. for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep in tears 9. for our muses to have sex as a means of comforting each other 10. for one muse to make the other’s favorite meal to help them feel better 11. for one muse to wipe the other’s tears away 12. for one muse to gently take the other’s chin to get their point across while comforting them 13. for one muse to fall asleep on the other after breaking down 14. for one muse to carry the other to bed and stay with them 15. for one muse to confess something traumatic to the other 16. for one muse to make the other finally open up about something 17. for one muse to stay the night with the other to keep them from hurting themselves 18. for one muse to take care of the other who is drunk 19. for our muses to drink together after a shared traumatic experience 20. for one muse to confess their love for the other after experiencing something traumatic

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His life had been punctuated by horrible awakenings, in and out of cold sleep as the ark ship conducted its centuries-long odyssey. Each time he had found himself in another time, another world, less fit for human habitation. That was what the nightmares were about: not the cold itself, which was only a trigger. Not even that he might not wake, though that had been a real possibility with the Gilgamesh’s failing life support. He feared waking once more into a world he didn’t understand, where everyone else had rushed ahead and left him behind. - Adrian Tchaikovsky, Children of Ruin

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Get you back

*Warning: Underaged drinking* (Stark Reader x Peter Parker-- Post No Way Home)

"Miss Y/n Stark?" The professor called. You rolled your eyes, raised your hand, "Here," you announced. Why did all of the professors make a big deal about you? "I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Stark, but it is an honor for you to be in this class." You smiled with a flat smile, "Thanks." You said just loud enough before sinking in your seat. It had been a total of seven (two if you didn't count the blip) years, but everyone was still so sorry for your loss. You were not the only one that loss someone that did not come back. You thought that would be all left behind after starting college, but you started to see it would continue to be a thing. Throughout the rest of the attendances for your classes, you began to disassociate. Memories from the funeral, the last time Tony got you from school, spending time in the Avengers Tower and essentially being everyone's adopted child. Now, nearly everyone was gone.

That night you shook and rocked yourself in your twin xl bed. All of the reminders, special treatment, disassociation, everything hit and depression had no problem waving its magic spell over you again. Ah, yes, this is exactly how you wanted to spend your first day at MIT. You dreamed of your father weakly saying goodbye to you, and you woke with small tears still coming from your eyes. You huffed and wiped the away.

At lunch, you managed to find a mural dedicated to your father. It only seemed fitting that you sat across from it. Having lunch with Dad again. "Can I sit here?" A boy with soft brown hair that matched his doe eyes asked. "No reason why you shouldn't." You responded and allowed him to sit next to you. At first, you tried to just continue to eat your lunch, but the boy couldn't allow that. "Peter...Parker," he introduced himself and stuck his hand out to yours. "Y/n," you purposely left out your last name and shook his hand. "He really was a legend, yeah?" Peter awkwardly said, motioning towards the mural. You lightly scoffed, "That's a word for it." He gave you a confused and saddened look. "Sorry, just sometimes don't you think that people think they knew Tony more than they actually did?" You questioned, your tone softer. Peter nodded back at you, now understanding. "Yeah, they do."

Months continued to pass and you had lunch with Peter in the same spot every other day just like clockwork. "Want to study at my dorm tonight?" You questioned. By the fourth lunch together, you realized that you shared almost all of your classes with Peter. "Yeah, definitely," he replied. "Good, cause I'm definitely not prepared for this exam." You chuckled back. It would be the first time Peter would see your dorm room, but that didn't bother you. You had been to his plenty of times. You just didn't want to study with Peter's roommate being a distraction.

When you opened the door to Peter that night, he noticed the bottle of wine in your hand. He lightly laughed, "I thought we were studying tonight."

"The Greeks drank wine and had glorious discussions, didn't they?" You boasted and pulled Peter in by the hand. "I-I guess. How do you even have alcohol? You're only 19." He mentioned after you softly plopped him down on the bed. You scoffed, "When you're a Stark, it doesn't take much to get what you want," you chuckled a little more, "especially...after Dad died." You sat next to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Peter tried to not bring up how he knew you for ages. He was at the Avengers Tower almost on a daily. You and him became best friends. "Y-you never told me Tony Stark...was your dad." He mentioned.

"Yeah...I guess I haven't." You slurred and raised your head and put your hand on his thigh. "Peter," your voice was so delicate, "you're my only friend and you're so good to me." Peter looked at you and rested your forehead on his. Peter softly took the wine bottle away from your other hand and placed it on the desk. "Y/n, you are so sweet, but you are drunk right now and-" "Shh, please Peter," you sensually kissed him on the cheek. Both of you felt flutters neither of you expected from such a simple kiss. You reach up to the opposing cheek you just kissed and turned his face towards yours. "I've wanted to do this for so long." You then kissed him on the lips this time. Peter gasped into the kiss, but at the same time, he begged that the kiss would have you remind him of who he was again.

His eyes were optimistic as he opened then when he broke away from the kiss. "Peter," your voice was soft and bright and his hopes and smile raised and grew so much. "That was one of the most marvelous kisses I've ever had," you finished. Peter felt the deja vu of your first kiss that was shared together. However, this one was now considered the first. "But why do I have the idea that we've done this before?" You questioned. "I have no idea," he chuckled in hope that a few more interactions would lead to your memory being restored. "We should do it again," You giggled and pressed another kiss on his lips. This time, it grew deeper and you grew closer to him and your fingers played with the ends of his hair. Peter wrapped his arms around you. Oh, please remember me. Peter begged and had all of the memories of dinners, parties, suit building, everything would come back to you as well. He unconsciously held you closer to him.

Suddenly you stopped. Peter looked at you with so many emotions. Your face lighted and your nose scrunched just like it always does when you finally figured something out which followed by laughter and you tackling him. "Peter, you genius!"

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfic #spider man fanfiction #spiderman x reader #spiderman no way home #spiderman fanfiction #tom holland spiderman #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland imagines

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Such a Tease

You coolly took another sip from your drink at the bar. The drink was mostly a time killer but it allowed for the edge to be cut off. You smirked as you saw a small-framed man walk in the direction and spoke to you once he made it to the spot next to yours. "This seat taken?" He questioned, his soft brown eyes captivated yours. You subtly smiled and gestured him to take the spot.

"Can I get you another?" The young man nodded towards your nearing empty drink. You swiveled your chair towards him, "Tell me your name first, stranger." You demanded in a slightly flirtatious tone. "Peter," he revealed and stuck his hand out to you. You chuckled and shook it. "Well, dear Peter, you can get me another," you winked. You enjoyed how Peter seemed free from life as he spoke with you. "Can I have your name?" He inquired. You grinned as you took another drink, "You'll have to persuade me." Your tone becoming more dark and humorous. "How do I do that," was his follow-up. You laughed and placed your hand on his thigh and ran it up and down a few inches, "You tell me," you winked before pulling your hand back.

Peter attempted to ask you again. "Peter," you paused and put your hand on his, "you go to MIT," you were purely going off of his sweatshirt, "you're a smart boy, I hope you can figure it out." You watch him squirm to try to figure out how to catch you name. You almost gave in due to his adorable scrunched nose.

"Well...um, what are you doing at a bar like this?" He suddenly questioned. "Here to see an old friend," you smoothly said and brushed his arm. He gave you an almost concerned and touch of sad look. "I-I'm sorry, d-did-" "Shhh," you dragged and delicately pressed your hand on his chin to quiet him. "He's running late, per usual. Feels like I haven't seen him in decades." You joked with Peter lightly chuckling back.

You heard the bar door open and you lifted your head to recognize your boyfriend. You sincerely smiled and waved him over. "Here he is now, my Bucky," you spoke to Peter. Bucky Barnes walked over and stood behind you. "Sorry, I'm late, love." He spoke and kissed your forehead, his arms wrapped around you to keep you close to him. Peter gave you a disturbed and confused look and must've glanced up at Bucky in the mix. Bucky's face stiffened and his jaw locked. You just continued

"Couldn't help but tease, could you?" The older man whispered in your ear. "I can't help it. Too fun," you spoke in a light-hearted tone. Bucky shook his head sternly before helping you stand to leave. "Thanks for the fun, Peter." You stroked his shoulders as you, and your boyfriend headed for the door. Bucky's grip hardened. "Can I at least get your name now?" He called after you. "Y/n," you calmly responded and blew him a kiss.

"I didn't realize after so many years, you could still be so playful." Bucky muttered as the pair of you walked down the sidewalk. "You know I like to keep you on your toes, Bucky Barnes," you grinned at him. Bucky leaned down to your ear, "And I can keep you on yours in so many other ways, Y/n, doll." "Oh, I like what jealousy does to you." You purred into him.

His hands wandered your clothed back and deeply pressed a kiss to you when the two of you entered the apartment. "Never forget you belong to me?" Bucky gently whispered as he pressed his forehead onto yours. "I never forgot and I never ever will. I was, have, and always will be your girl, Bucky--ever since you danced with me that October in 1937." You breathed and went in for another longing kiss. His arms wrapped around you in an unyielding grasp, "I'm going to make sure about that." His voice as firm as his grasp.

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New Library Blog

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/jensengirl83-library-blog

I made this side blog almost 2 weeks ago, but have been so busy moving and getting settled in, I forgot to share it! 🤦‍♀️ I will be putting all my fics to this blog as well as my main. Tumblr’s tagging system, as we all know, isn’t very reliable, and I had an anon give me the idea for a side blog in an ask. So, thank you anon! Give this blog a follow if you want to be able to just go see my fics and none of my ramblings 😂

Putting my tags under the cut. A signal boost would be very appreciated!

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Let me help you

*Brief, short. Bucky soothes you after you got dumped.*

Bucky perked his head up with curiosity when he heard the doors slam on the floor that the pair of you shared. Then, he couldn't help but hear you throw objects on the walls. Bucky left his room and walked over to the thuds against your bedroom walls followed by the blaring your break up theme playlist. He then hesitated on the actions that he thought about doing moments ago. Bucky couldn't help but ease drop on you. His stomach dropped when he heard to your combination of the insults that were aimed at yourself as well as the sobbing. Bucky then began to pace in the hallway, debating whether or not he should knock on your door and try to help. It was your soft crying while singing to the songs that made Bucky softly knock on your door and almost instantly regret it. He heard you swear and sniff as you approached the door. "What is it?" You tried to hide your crying as you spoke. "It's Bucky...can I come in?" His voice was a normal volume, but he wanted to as gentle with you as possible. You nearly broke down more. You may have agreed with the lightest verbal breath ever or just by opening the door.

His blue eyes met your face. "Oh, doll," at his voice and his face became concerned, and it made you instantly you wrapped your arms around him and hid your face in his chest. "Let it out, let it out," he whispered and ran his hand up and down your back. "I'm going to walk over to the bed, okay?" Bucky informed you and slowly started walking the pair of you to the bedside. He handed you the tissue box that was on the nightstand. "Why are men assholes," you cried and threw one of your tissues into the trash. "That's the thing, doll, most of them aren't even men." Bucky tried to comfort you. You aggressively nodded in agreement with him.

You hid your face in Bucky's shoulder. "Can I change the music?" Bucky softly asked. You nodded, "Yeah, whatever," you said and unlocked your phone. Bucky managed to change it to 1940's music. You heard and felt the vibration of him humming along. "I like the brass instruments," you muttered. Bucky agreed and resumed stroking your back.

The tears never did stop that night. Bucky tried to comfort you the most that he could. The sways with the music was soothing and tiring along with the crying that your eyes never seemed to persist to do. "Will I ever find a real love, Bucky?" You whispered, more to yourself than to the man you really did question. You were embarrassed when you realized that you said those words out loud. "You will one day, doll." He softly responded to you.

From then, you realized that you nodding off to sleep on Bucky's chest as he continued to sway the both of you. When your full body began to dip, Bucky stopped and fully wrapped his arms around you. You tried to stand back up, but he gently lifted you into his strong arms and then Bucky placed you on the bed. He then proceeded to tuck you in your bed and pulling up your collection of blankets up to your shoulders. "Thank you, Bucky," you whispered to him as he was preparing to leave the room. "Goodnight Y/n doll," Bucky responded to you before quietly closing the door behind him.

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