#angel is my favorite pet name for steve

[steddio]

Eddie finding Steve asleep sitting in the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn in the microwave, while the party are playing D&D. Eddie gently waking him up, accidentally letting some of his endearment show when he calls him angel and tells him to go get some sleep, that Eddie got it from here.

(I wrote a short little ficlet for this, I hope that's ok!)

“Alright! Enough!” Eddie tries and fails to be heard over the ruckus of seven teenagers each trying to get out of doing a task.

“Shut up!!!” he finally gets out at a register that demands attention. He is the DM after all, and a part of him preens at the way their startled, open-mouthed faces all turn toward him expectantly.

“I, your benevolent leader, will go refill the snacks,” he offers magnanimously. “While you all,” and this he punctuates with a sweeping gesture, “figure out how you’re going to get out of this dungeon without attracting the attention of Ezrog the Goblin King.”

There’s a new round of squabbling at that, Mike and Dustin convinced that they should take the west stairwell (a trap) while Gareth and Lucas arguing that they should swim out through the underground river (a good idea, Eddie begrudgingly admits).

He grabs the candy wrappers and empty soda cans within his reach and ascends the stairs from the Wheelers’ basement. He follows the scent of popcorn and a profoundly irritating beeping noise to the kitchen where he finds Steve perched on a barstool, slumped over the kitchen counter, fast asleep.

Eddie suddenly feels breathless. He’s never seen Steve so peaceful, so vulnerable. His hair is sticking up at all angles, he’s snoring slightly, and is that— it certainly is, there’s a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth. The permanent furrow between his brows is relaxed in sleep, although the dark circles under his eyes are still noticeable. Eddie knows Steve hasn’t been sleeping well. None of them have, still unable to feel truly safe.

Eddie tiptoes around Steve, careful not to wake him, and finds a cooling bag of popcorn in the microwave. Something clenches in Eddie’s chest. He hadn’t even heard Steve arrive, but here he is preparing snacks, taking care of them like always.

As quietly as possible, he takes the popcorn out of the microwave to stop that infernal beeping (how Steve is able to sleep through it is beyond him) and pours the popcorn into a bowl, grabs a few other things from the cabinet, and organizes them on the counter. He leans over toward Steve, as close as he dares, fingers ghosting over Steve’s hair, his cheek, admiring his long lashes and the freckles that dust his skin. He settles for gently grasping Steve’s shoulder.

“Steve, wake up,” he whispers. Steve mumbles something and then buries his face in the crook of his arm. Eddie can’t stop himself from reaching out and touching Steve’s hair, his heart bursting with fondness.

“Angel, you can’t sleep here, you’ll hurt your back,” he whispers slightly louder. Immediately he realizes what he let slip and waits, frozen, for Steve’s reaction. But Steve just grunts, and doesn’t move.

“Steve, man, c’mon,” Eddie tries again, and this time Steve lifts his head and looks at Eddie blearily.

“Wha-“ he gets out, looking adorably confused.

“You fell asleep in the kitchen,” Eddie can’t help but smile. “Come on, let’s get you over to the couch. You can nap there. The heathens and I still have quite a bit longer in the campaign, plenty of time for you to get some rest.”

Eddie helps (well, more like manhandles) Steve over to the living room couch, thrilling at the way Steve’s body is pressed to his side, loose-limbed and uncareful. Steve drops to the couch and is immediately asleep again, sprawled on his back, looking every bit the teenager he is. Eddie forgets that Steve is only 19, with how much he’s seen and done. But here, at rest, he is young, pure, holy. Eddie’s savior in more ways than one. He grabs a blanket off the armchair and spreads it over Steve, tucking it in on the sides. Stoops down in a semblance of a forehead kiss, just breathing in the scent of Steve’s hair, relishing a stolen moment of closeness.

“Sleep tight, angel.”

-

Three days later, Eddie finds himself in the passenger seat of Steve’s BMW, bickering, as usual, about music. He finds a sick sense of joy in being able to go toe-to-toe against Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, even if it’s about something innocuous, like the merits (or complete lack thereof) of Steve’s favorite band.

“Listen, Harrington, listen!” Eddie is getting into it now, feeling himself metaphorically jumping on top of his cafeteria table pedestal. “Wham! is the devil’s music! It’s demonic, only hellspawn can listen to that shit without their ears bleeding.”

Steve glares at him for a brief moment, before his expression fades into a cocky smirk. “Hellspawn?” He meets Eddie’s eyes. “I thought I was an angel.”

#thank you this was so fun to write! #I hope I did your (excellent) idea justice #steddie #stranger things #steddie ficlet #A answers #A writes #I procrastinated on my dissertation to write this and it was so worth it #angel is my favorite pet name for steve #also any excuse to mention that steve listens to wham and i will take it

[traveler-at-heart]

The Thing

Summary: Natasha works the courage to ask you out.

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Finally alone.

Natasha is very particular about her food. It took her exactly seven minutes to make the perfect sandwich. She smiles at it and as she’s about to take a bite, a voice interrupts her.

She’d be annoyed, except for the fact that it’s you.

“Hey, Natty” you say innocently, approaching from behind. You’re one of those people that is always hugging or touching your friends.

Natasha doesn’t mind. It would be easier if she didn’t have a big crush on you, though.

Closing the distance, you rest your chin on her shoulder and inspect her plate.

“That looks nice” you whisper, unaware that the redhead is struggling to keep her knees from buckling.

“Yeah…” she can feel your hands traveling around her waist. 

Nice is an understatement.

Finally reaching for a couple of chips, you giggle and step away from the other woman.

“Hey, that’s my lunch!” Natasha protests, but she’s not annoyed.

“Sorry, I’m being called for an urgent mission. Apparently, I’m the gal for the job. This will do while I get some food when I land. Thanks, gorgeous!”

That’s another thing. Gorgeous, babe, angel, darling. You always have a pet name for her. 

It’s really hard to tell if you’re flirting when you speak like that.

After all, you call Kate Bishop delicious muffin. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

No point in thinking about it now. There are more pressing matters at hand.

“Jeez, Steve, I still have 5 minutes!” You shout when someone knocks on your door. You open it and find Natasha on the other side. “Ah, sorry, love. Thought Grandpa America was timing me”

Love.

That’s new.

“Uh… here” she’s always struggling to speak whenever you’re around. You must think she’s a moron.

“For me?” You take the container that she’s presenting and open it. You gasp at the sight of a sandwich and your favorite chips. “Oh, my God!” You lean forward and kiss her on the cheek. “You’re my favorite widow”

“Yelena will be pissed when she finds out” Natasha tries to joke, looking down. Her face is burning, the touch of your lips lingering.

“She’ll survive” you put the sandwich in your bag pack as the timer in your wrist goes off. “Better find Steve before he goes nuts over a one minute delay. Thanks for the sandwich. You’re an angel” 

Another kiss on the cheek, this time closer to Natasha’s mouth. And she almost believes you know what you’re doing, based on that little smirk.

“Oh, shoot” you turn around and call for her when you’re walking towards the hangar. “When you see Yelena… tell her to remember about the thing”

“The thing?” Natasha repeats and you wink.

“She’ll know what I mean” you smile and wave goodbye. “See you in a couple of days, Natty” 

—

It doesn’t take long for Natasha to find her sister. Maybe the thing is something important and she wants to make sure Yelena remembers about it.

“Hey” Natasha says as she sits down next to the blonde.

“Hi” Yelena mumbles, sinking further in the couch, while she scrolls through cooking tutorials.

“Y/N left for a mission today”

“Oh, are you sad that your future girlfriend left?” 

“Shut up” Natasha says. Of course Yelena would know. “She wanted me to remind you about the thing”

“Mkay” Yelena answers, still looking at her phone.

“That’s it? I thought it could be important”

“She just wants me to get her tickets for a… uh…” Yelena finally looks up, drawing blank. “Crap!”

“You forgot the thing?”

“I forgot the thing” she confirms, looking around, as if the answer might be on the Compound’s walls. Kate enters, unaware of the tension in the room. Yelena runs to her. “You”

“What?” Kate barks out, looking ready to slap her. 

“You were with me when Y/N asked me to buy those tickets. Do you remember what they were for? A musical? The opera? Ballet?”

“It was a concert” Kate nods. “Don’t remember the name of the band, though. Sorry” Kate grimaces.

“Ok, let’s just say band names, see if it comes back to me” Yelena pleads and Kate stutters. Working under pressure isn’t her biggest strength.

“Uh, Rammstein” 

“She hates metal” Natasha says.

“The Phantom of the Opera”

“Not a band” Yelena shakes her head.

“The Beatles”

“Half dead” Natasha points out and Yelena groans.

“She’s gonna kill me. I have to run to Mexico. At least the food will be good there” 

“Hey, weren’t you in the room when Y/N asked Yelena for the favor?” Kate remembers all of the sudden, looking at Natasha. 

“Were you?” Yelena says, hopeful. “Please, tell me the name. I’ll do your laundry for a week”

“And wash my dishes” 

“That too” 

“And my mission reports”

“And… nu-uh, that’s too much, Tasha” 

The redhead rolls her eyes. 

“I’ll get the tickets myself. Can’t trust you with that either” 

“Do you want to give your crush a present?” Yelena pokes her tongue out and Natasha glares. Before Kate can stop them, they’re wrestling around the living room, throwing things at each other.

“Stop it!” Steve jumps in. “Hey, we just got new curtains. Damn it!” 

—

Natasha may have hacked the concert’s website to make sure you got the best tickets. She’s walking back to her room, being extra careful that they’re not folding in case you wanna keep them. She knows you have a box full of mementos from shows.

“Hey, Natty” a voice greets from the hallway. Natasha’s hands fly behind her back, because she wanted to surprise you. And she’s definitely not ready to ask you out right now. “Oh, scaredy cat. What are you hiding?” 

Your tone is playful, while you try to reach behind her. Only as your face comes close to her, she notices the bruise around your left eye and temple.

“What happened to you?” she puts the tickets on her back pocket and places her hands on your face. “Who did this to you?”

“H.Y.D.R.A. brute. Nothing new under the sun” you smile and take advantage of the distraction to reach for Nat’s pockets. The redhead is faster and takes your right wrist. The same thing happens with your left hand, and she holds both wrists close to her chest. “Nat! Come on” 

“I can’t show it to you, not now” she tries hard not to giggle, but you’re struggling to break free and the frown on your face makes you look adorable. 

“You are not playing fair, Natasha. I’m calling for backup. FRIDAY, call Yel..”

Natasha panics then, pulling you close and silencing you with her lips. You stand still for a couple of seconds, but then close your eyes, deepening the kiss.

She sighs against your mouth and lets go of your wrists, her hands going down to circle your waist. You bite her lip and the moan she lets out is reward enough.

"My, I'd say buy me dinner first but I wouldn't mind skipping straight to dessert" you joke and she smiles, her green eyes still closed.

But, you’re still curious, so you take advantage of her distraction and reach in her back pocket.

“Wait” Natasha says, her face flushed and lips swollen.

“You got me the tickets? That's better than dinner!”, you say, jumping into her arms once again. 

“Well, Yelena forgot the thing and I wanted to ask you out” she smiles against your shoulder and you pull back. Her eyes go back to the bruise, concerned once again. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?”

“I’m fine. Never been better” you lean forward and kiss her again. She smiles against your lips, thinking how happy she is that Yelena is always forgetting things.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n

[nicoline1998enilocin]

When I'm with you, I feel like I'm home

PAIRING ⇒ Girlfriend!Natasha Romanoff x Girlfriend!Florist!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT ⇒ 1.5K

SUMMARY ⇒ Getting married is something Natasha has not even considered until she met you and fell head over heels in love. Now, it's all she can think about; she wants nothing more than to call you her wife.

RATING ⇒ Teen (T)

WARNINGS/TAGS ⇒ Established relationship ~ Girlfriends, use of pet name (Printsessa, Detka), tooth-rotting fluff.

A/N ⇒ This one-shot is my first attempt at writing for my favorite Russian spy and assassin, Natasha Romanoff! A part of this story is based on this Instagram reel, which is the perfect opportunity to put it to use. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this; you're an angel 💜

EVENTS Masterlist ⇒ @fluffbruary ⇒ Engagement Masterlist ⇒ @anyfandomaubingo ⇒ Florist!Reader Masterlist ⇒ @lgbtqbingo ⇒ Free space

Banners: Yours truly ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ GIF: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

The day you met Natasha is engraved into your memory as one of the happiest days in your life because even though you didn't know it then, she would become a more significant part of your life than you could have imagined.

It's a slow day in your flower shop, but it's nice to take a break from the rush you always have during summer and early fall - also known as peak wedding season. There are still weddings throughout the rest of the year where you will be providing the flowers, and you have an appointment today for one of those.

A few fresh bouquets are now proudly standing in the front of the store, waiting to be picked up and gifted or put in a vase and be the center of attention in every room they'll be standing in. There's still a little time before your appointment, so you get a binder with different photos ready, sweep the floor, and tidy up the rest of the store.

Not much later, the tiny bell above your door rings, and you turn your head to see a long, broad-shouldered blonde man and a small but equally strong-looking woman next to him. You instantly recognize them as Captain Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, and Natasha Romanoff, aka Black Widow—two of the original six Avengers.

''Hi, and welcome to Blooming Garden!'' you say in a cheery voice as you put the broom to the side, ready to greet them properly for their appointment. As you approach them, you take in Natasha's slender form, and you can't help but feel a warmth coursing through your veins and settling on your cheeks as you shake Natasha's hand and introduce yourself.

Her eyes roam over your body, admiring the dress you're wearing. It is a very flattering dress, perfectly accentuating every curve of your body. When she looks at your face, she can't help but feel like she's looking at an angel, as your soft features instantly make her feel like she came home. Your soft, pink lips give a graceful smile before you lead the way for the appointment, which is over too soon for her liking.

Steve paid the down payment for the flowers they had chosen, and after one last goodbye, they walked out of the store, leaving you behind with a bit of an empty feeling in your chest, like something was missing. It turns out Natasha had the same feeling, too, and not long after, the little bell rang again, and she walked back in, this time with her number written on a small piece of paper.

''If you want to go out for coffee sometime, you can text me on this number,'' she says before quickly running out the door again and on her way to her emergency mission. She couldn't leave without leaving a piece of herself behind, afraid she would never see you again if she didn't go back. Ultimately, she's thrilled she did indeed go back.

That same evening, you sent her a text, and even though it took a few days for her to reply, your heart skipped a beat when you saw her name pop up on your phone screen. You met for coffee and even went on a few more dates after that until you couldn't take it anymore, and you asked her to be your girlfriend.

You're visiting Natasha at the Avengers Compound today, and even though all the Avengers knew you and Natasha were friends, they didn't realize just how close you two were. They accidentally walked in on both of you as you asked her to be your girlfriend.

She's seated on the couch, her back against the plush cushions of the large piece of furniture, and you're straddling her lap with both your knees on either side of her legs. Her fiery red hair hangs loosely around her head, and you can't stop running your hands through the soft locks. Her hands are placed on your waist as she occassionally tickles you, pulling a fit of giggles from your chest that she will never get enough of.

''Nat, stop! I can't ask you to be my girlfriend if you keep tickling me!'' you say between giggles, and when you notice her eyes going wide, you instantly realize what happened.

''A-Are you- I mean, you want to be my girlfriend?'' Natasha asks, a hint of insecurity laced in the way she phrases the question. Your face drops at her words, and you guide your hands to cup her cheeks, looking straight into her eyes as you carefully express your following words.

''Yes, I do want to be your girlfriend, more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life. Being with you makes me feel like I can be myself, and life is just a little brighter with you around. Whether we're hanging out together in my flower shop or doing silly things anywhere else, there's no one I'd rather want to do that with than you, Nat. So, what do you say? Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and be my girlfriend?''

She looks at you with pure love and adoration in her eyes, and she nods her head before leaning in to capture your lips in a soft, gentle kiss that has both your hearts soaring. At that time, you didn't realize all the other Avengers had an entire show because they were curious about the giggling from the living room not long ago.

They all start clapping and whooping in excitement, and you pull away before burying your face in Natasha's neck, a broad smile adorning your face. From that moment on, you two are practically inseparable, and being away from her during her missions is always a challenge, but the reunion is worth it every single time.

Nearly four years later, Natasha plans to take the next step in your relationship. She never thought about getting married, but you have shifted something inside her that has her wanting to call you her wife. Whereas she previously never cared about anyone that deeply, you have shown her a love she never even thought existed, and she wants to bring your passion to the next level.

And so, after a few long months of planning, the day has finally arrived. The engagement ring is in the pocket of her jeans as you're taking a stroll over the beach in Florida, where you're currently for a weekend getaway together. Your fingers are laced together, and your sundress flows in the soft breeze from the ocean.

''Printsessa, can I talk to you about something?'' Natasha asks as she stops you in your tracks before going to stand in front of you. The sunset casts a beautiful light over both of you, and Natasha's hair has a fiery glow, making her look even more stunning than usual.

''Of course, is something wrong?'' you ask with furrowed brows, but she kisses your lips softly to calm your mind before starting off her story.

''Some souls instantly click. Words can't quite explain whether you're lovers, best friends, soulmates, or something so special. You accept this person for everything they are, and they would never let you be anything other than your beautiful, imperfect self. These are the souls you encounter and know in the first moment that you were supposed to cross paths,'' Natasha starts, and there are already tears welling in your eyes as you realize what's happening.

"Your presence makes me feel safe and calm like I am home whenever I'm with you. You're undoubtedly the most special I've had the privilege to love - no distance, time, or person could come between our bond. Your kindness, softness, sincerity, and unconditional love make me feel better because life is better with you in it. Your soul is my happy place, comfort, sunshine, and everything, and I could not imagine life without you in it. And because of that, I want to ask you something.''

Natasha lets go of your hands before wiping away some of her tears, sinking on one knee after getting the ring out of her pocket. The sunset casting an angelic glow over you makes the moment perfect.

''Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest soul in the universe and become my wife?''

''Yes, Detka, I will marry you!'' you exclaim, and when the ring is put on your finger, she jumps up and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a breathtaking kiss that has your heart going a mile a minute from pure excitement.

When she pulls away, the realization sinks in, and the happy tears can't stop flowing down your cheeks. You're going to marry the love of your life, and you can't wait for the entire world to know how much you love each other. Life was great before you met Natasha, but this moment completes it.

You both continue your walk down the beach, walking into the sunset together. Today marks the start of the rest of your lives together, and you can't wait to see what life will bring your way.

#fluffbruary 2024 #anyfandomaubingo #lgbtqbingo #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha #natasha fanfiction #natasha x female reader #natasha x reader #natasha fluff

[bucksangel]

favorite fics rec list

hello! i wanted to share some of my favorite fics to make sure everyone else is aware of these amazing fics and even more amazing writers. go send them some love!

enjoy :)

Smut

Stucky

share your blessings // @kinanabinks (mafia!stucky)

summary: Bucky's always known that you're his  biggest blessing. A God-sent angel from above. Who's he to keep you all to himself? warnings: Mob!Bucky x Reader established relationship, Mob!Steve x Reader, smut (buck gets cucked, daddy kink, degradation kink, oral sex, penetrative sex, voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie, objectification, fingering, spitting, blowjob, face fucking), slight angst, aftercare and fluff.

three's company by @sunshinebuckybarnes (avenger!stucky)

word count: 2.6k summary: you've been sleeping with them both in secret but once that secret’s out they present you an offer you can't refuse. warnings: pet names (sweetheart, doll), smut; fingering, double penetration. Fluff and feels.

Ari Levinson

always keep my heart safe // @witchywithwhiskey (ceo!ari)

word count: 10.7k summary: you're ari levinson's "maid" and you're harboring a crush on your employer, which leads you to act foolish when you're alone with him on a long flight on his private plane. warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established relationship, established consent/safe words, employer/employee relationship with feelings, pre-discussed arrangement, free use, size kink (very brief moment of pain from it), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, tiny bit of overstimulation, check-ins, discussion of relationship & feelings, romantic confessions, possessiveness, dirty talk, pet names (sugar), aftercare

halloween princess // @evansbby (sugardaddy!ari)

word count: 3.8k summary: Your sugar daddy decides to dress you up in a costume of his choice for Halloween. warnings: sugar daddy Ari, age gap, smutt, daddy!kink, ab riding, dirty talk.

praising you // @angrythingstarlight (lumberjack!ari)

summary: Ari loves to praise you, anytime, anywhere. warnings: praise kink, smut

Bucky Barnes

body workshop // @1800jjbarnes (mafia!bucky)

word count: 1.6k summary: Overhearing for so-called friends make fun of your "failures" in life made your loving mobboss boyfriend very unhappy. No one makes his Doll cry. warnings: Shitty Friends. Mention about putting on weight (which is normal). Mention of a standard. Dark thoughts. Reader hates herself. (I love you all so much.) James wants to lowkey kill your friends. Pet names. Swearing. Crying. Kisses. Hickeys. Little bit of man handling. Fingering.

new tricks by @sebstanwhore (virgin!bucky)

word count: 9.5k summary: After your brother has to cancel movie night, you’re ready to resign yourself to an uneventful evening back at your dorm, alone and dejected. But what you didn’t count on, is your brother’s best friend and roommate, bursting through the door and asking you to stay; to spend the night with him, instead What unfolds, however, while you spend time with the star football player, both shocks and astounds you — one confession in particular.  Bucky Barnes, the Prince Charming of campus, the man you have been crushing on for an eternity, is a virgin. warnings: first kisses, fluff, smut, grinding, making out, big brother!steve, college!bucky, shy bby bucky, mutual pining, swearing, pet names, huge ton of reassurances, lots of praise, big hints of subby bucky

for the first time // @jobean12-blog (shy!bucky)

word count: 1k summary: It's been a long time for Bucky and his feelings for you are overwhelming in every way so when it comes to your first time...he's so soft. warnings: cursing, softness, fluff, fingering, oral sex (m rec), smut

are you bored yet? // @pellucid-constellations (frat!bucky)

word count: 8k summary: God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to. warnings: Alcohol, annoyance to lovers, a bit of angst, a scary man in a parking lot, frat!bucky

buttoned up // @disturbedbydesign (professor!bucky)

word count: 5.8K summary: Even though you were one of the top students in his class, Professor Barnes had always been cold to you. You had tolerated his indifference all semester, but when his end-of-term dinner party invites went out and you weren't on the list, you decided it was the last straw—it was time to confront him about it and find out what the hell his problem was. The answer would surprise you. warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids). 18+ only, no minors.

Steve Rogers

ever since i met you // @witchywithwhiskey (bestfriend!steve)

word count: 5k summary: your best friend takes you out for a valentine's day friend date that ends with the two of you cuddling in a hotel room—and discovering you've both been hiding feelings since the day you met. warnings: smut with lots of fluff, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (sunshine, baby), valentine's day smut/fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions

Dark

Steve Rogers

paved with good intentions // @navybrat817 (avenger!steve)

word count: 2.8k summary: When Steve Rogers sees you get close to his best friend, he takes matters into his own hands. If he can’t be your hero, he’ll be your villain. warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements (do NOT read if this upsets you!), obsession, jealousy, hurt/comfort, Steve is not a good man in this fic.

Angst

Stucky

one more meeting // @myfictionaldreams (mafia!stucky)

word count: 5.6k summary: For all of the years that you had known Steve and Bucky, you had never seen them lose control of their anger. All of the murder and violence always being calculated, calm, and dangerous. But today, that all changed and for the first time in years, you were truly scared of the boys you loved. warnings: 18+ readers only, smut, murder, violence, blood, john walker has a temper, polyamory, dom/sub, threesome, subspace, pet names, sub reader, size difference, reader gets injured, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, aftercare, praise kink, fluff, angst, vaginal sex, nipple play, cum play, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk

she's not mad // @subwaysurf45 (college!bucky)

Words: 9k Summary: Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways.  Warnings: Bucky has mommy issues, mentions of oral sex, nudity, angst, fluff, college!bucky, slow burn

Fluff

Bucky Barnes

wallpaper // @cosmicbucky (bestfriend!bucky)

word count: 1k summary: bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to warnings: fluff, nonspecific friends to lovers

mafia!bucky drabble // @angrythingstarlight (mafia!bucky bumblebee series)

summary: Bucky loves spending time with his daughter.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fic rec #stucky #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #stucky x reader #stucky x reader imagine #ari levinson #ari levinson imagine #fic rec masterlist #my masterlists #𓆩♡𓆪 angel's thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪

[littlelioncub43]

Come On, Come On, Darling

Summary: A late night out with friends, and an uncomfortably deep talk has Eddie thinking about you. He just hopes you're thinking about him the same way.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Warning: fluff, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, best friends to lovers, drinking, Eddie being an absolute angel and a gentleman, reader does Eddie's make up (you're welcome), pet names ( I overuse "princess," sue me), the rest of the ST gang all being happy, season 4 never happened here, Wayne being oddly insightful and a good uncle, more plot than anything, but smut will happen in part 3, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word Count: 4,039

A/N: I started this a while ago, hated it, took a break from it, came back and finished it — bon appetit. Bahaha! No, the break from it was much needed. I think I was tired when I said it was awful, because upon review it wasn't that bad. I love this one, you guys. I'm jealous of them. I'm jealous of the fictional couple that I created. I hope you guys like this one! Part 3 will have ze smut, so you have to be patient and polite as you wait for it hehe. Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, a singing telegram— really anything. Ok! I love you!

Kisses 💋

—K

Part I. Series Masterlist Part III

The sound of random tinkering and a distant radio at the end of Mack’s Auto Garage welcomed you with a familiar warmth. Cars and trucks littered the parking lot and garage, random parts and pieces that made absolutely no sense to you sprawled out over the work benches. Eddie had a morning shift today, much to his dismay, but when money calls— he answers. Parking next to his decrepit van, you fiddle with the strap of your bag as you meander through the concrete workspace looking for him. You hear him long before you see him.

“Where did I put it? Son of a—“

“Missing something, Munson?” You interrupted Eddie’s nearly frantic search of his locker, his head snapping up in surprise. His normally untamed hair was pulled back into a low bun (with a scrunchie that looks suspiciously like the one you misplaced two weeks ago) with his favorite bandana tied around his brow to keep the sweat off. The dark blue coveralls with his name etched in red thread on his left chest were unzipped at his waist, a plain white t-shirt adorning his chest, oil and dirt smeared into the fabric were he wiped his hands clean on his thighs. 

“Yeah, my freaking lighter. That thing must have finally grown legs and ran off or some shit,” he rambles and resumes to pat down the pockets of his leather jacket. “What are you doing here?”

“You left this in my car,” you slip the silver flip lighter from the back pocket of your black jeans and wiggle it between your thumb and index finger, “figured you’d need it sooner than later.”

“Oh, you’re a beautiful, gracious, and kind woman,” he groans dramatically with relief, happily taking the lighter from you. You chuckle and lean against the hood of the car at his bench, Eddie following suit. He pops a cigarette into his mouth and lights it swiftly, taking a long drag, his eyes shut as he holds it in at the top, and slowly blowing out a wispy cloud of smoke. 

“Jesus Christ, you have no idea how badly I needed that,” he grumbles before bringing it back to his lips, “you’re a lifesaver.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh. Yeah, you, too, Sweets, thanks,” he teases with a coy smile. You playfully shove his shoulder, making him laugh around the cigarette. “We still on for drinks later with Steve and them?”

“7, right?” He hums an affirmative, “yeah, that sounds good,” you glance at the clock on the wall, “Shit, I gotta go, my shift starts soon.”

“Okay,” he nods, crushing out the partially spent cigarette in the ashtray on his bench as you fish your keys out of your jacket pocket. “Wear that cute top, the black one that hangs off your shoulders,” he calls out after you as you walk away.

“Why?” You chuckle and turn to look at him while you walk backwards, the move alone made Eddie think you were the coolest fucking chick that ever graced this floating space rock. 

“It’s pretty,” he shrugged casually as he slung the arms of his coveralls back on, but you noticed the soft dusting of color along his cheeks. 

“Fine, but only if you tuck your shirt into your pants,” you bargain and point at him from your spot at the mouth of the garage. He groans, making you laugh. 

“I’m going to look like a loser!” He whines, failing to hide his smile at your giggling. 

“That’s the point! I’ll see you then, Gomer,” you tease and finally get to your car, if you stayed any longer you’d definitely be late for your shift at the record shop. 

You heard his van pull into your driveway just as you were finishing the last bit of your eye makeup. You always went light with the mascara and eyeliner for the sake of being comfortable, and it made washing your face a lot easier at the end of the night. The sound of Eddie’s keys jingling was followed by his bright voice calling your name. When you came out of your room, you found him sitting on your counter, munching on a bag of chips. 

“Oo, look at you all prettied up,” he coos around a mouthful of Doritos. You feel your face heat up ever so slightly at his words, you did feel pretty. The knit, long sleeve black top that Eddie had requested clung to your shape deliciously, precisely the reason he loved it so much. The neckline was low enough to show off your collarbones and bits of your shoulder, and gave you the perfect opportunity to show off the pendant necklace that Eddie got for your graduation present years ago. Tight ripped black jeans matched Eddie’s own pair down to the black studded belt, except you swapped out your comfortable pair of converses for a chunky black boot. Eddie was positive: you were the coolest chick to ever live. 

“I was going to say the same thing about you, Munson,” you chuckle and take him in, he does a little twirl. He wore his classic black jeans and handcuff belt, a staple in Eddie’s uniform. A black AC/DC t shirt hugged his sturdy torso and was neatly tucked into his jeans, just like you asked. You gotta admit: he did not look like a loser. He never did. 

“Ya think so? I was worried that my jacket didn’t match my purse,” he jokes. 

“No, no, they do, don’t worry,” you soothe and try to hide your smile. Suddenly, you speak before your mind can catch up with what you’re saying. “Do you want some eyeliner?”

“What?” Eddie chuckles, licking the Dorito dust from his fingers. You swallow and decide, fuck it, you already asked.

“Do you want some eyeliner? I think it would… look nice,” you stutter out as smoothly as you can. He thinks it over for a brief second before he nods casually. 

“Yeah, sure, why not,” Eddie manages to sound calm, much to his surprise. His heart may have skipped a few beats at your small compliment. 

The next thing he knows you have him sat at your vanity, facing you as you stand in between his legs. One hand gently cups his jaw while the other wields a stick of your favorite black eyeliner. You try your best not to get lost in the feeling of his stubble scratching at your palm or the warmth of his hands on your outer thighs, and focus on drawing in the darkness around his eyes. Eddie sits as still as he can, the last thing he wants is to lose an eye. He trusts you completely, it’s his fidgeting that he doesn’t trust. 

“Ok, close your eyes for me,” you say softly, the closeness brought your voice to a hushed whisper. Eddie shut his eyes without a second thought, he listened to the steady inhale and exhale as you stood in front of him. Eddie was unfairly gorgeous, his sweeping eyelashes, the placid expression that soothed his face coupled with the calm trust that surrounded you both made your heart flutter and your knees buckle. Steeling your nerves, you carefully applied the makeup along his upper lashes. “Alright, open. Look up, please.”

Eddie stared up at the ceiling, trying his best not to flinch as you brought the product under his lashes. He wished so badly to be able to watch you, you were so cute when you concentrated on things. Your eyebrows furrowed, drawn together in concentration, and your face set in an oddly serious expression. With one last smudge of eyeliner, you pulled back with a smile. 

“All done. What d’ya think?” You ask and put your makeup away as he turns to look in the mirror. 

“Not bad, not bad. What do you think?” He quirks an eyebrow. If you were honest, he was the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and that was without the makeup on. With the dark circles rimming his gorgeous brown eyes, he was deadly. But you couldn’t exactly say that. 

“I think you look super cool,” you say honestly and grab your purse. 

“Metal?” He stood up, following you out of your room.

“Very metal, but if we don’t get going soon, we’re going to be very late,” you chuckle and hand him his leather jacket and keys. Eddie nods and slips one his jacket with ease, the full ensemble complete, and, fuck, did he look hot. He locked the front door after you, skipping quickly ahead to open the passenger seat door for you. 

“M’lady,” he bows, grinning like an idiot when you curtsey back and hop in. 

It was going to be a fun night. 

And it was. 

Steve, Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy were sat comfortably at the table when you and Eddie arrived. Jokes were told, laughs were shared, and drinks were poured. Lots and lots of drinks. By midnight, the whole table was on the heavier side of tipsy, if not drunk. Steve and Robin were neck deep in a debate on whether or not Michael Myers was human or not, with Jonathan acting as moderator while Nancy fought through the spins. At some point, you ended up in Eddie’s lap, your arm slung around his shoulders with his own circled around your waist while you both listened and weighed in on what you have dubbed “The Great Halloween Dispute of 1987.” 

Eddie had slipped his jacket off after his second beer, revealing his toned arms (all those shifts at the garage were paying off in more ways than one), the short sleeves of his t shirt rolled up ever so slightly. You toyed with a strand of Eddie’s hair like always and sipped on a glass of water, one that Eddie was quick to swipe from your hand. He took a good gulp without much thought and set it on the table. 

“Well, Princess, what do you think? Should we call it a night?” He slurs his words as he rubs the length of your outer thigh absentmindedly. 

“Yeeaah,” you drawl, your head was starting to spin even from the safety of Eddie’s lap. Looking down at him, you were struck again with the overwhelming feeling flooding your heart. Even in the low light of the seedy bar, he looks like the perfect man that God, or whoever is up there, made just for you. You bring one hand to rest on his forearm, your thumb stroking the bat tattoos you love gently. Eddie tightens his grip on you before giving you that million dollar smile, one that you can’t help but return with drunken ease. He pats your leg, signaling for you to stand, and you do, much to your objection (you were quite comfortable in his lap). 

“Alright, gang, as fun as it’s been, the missus and I gotta head out,” Eddie announces as you slip away to pay for your drinks before he can. A chorus of slurred but friendly goodbyes send Eddie on his way to the bar just as you finish forking over the money for both his and your drinks. “Noooo, you don’ pay for drinks,” he scolds as you put your wallet away, his face scrunched in a pout. 

“Yeah? Who said?” You playfully tease as he slides his leather coat over your shoulders, one glance outside and he knew that you’d be chilly on the way to the van. You subtly breathe in the familiar scent of his cologne, the same one you got for his birthday 2 years ago.

“Pretty girls don’ pay for drinks, everyone knows that,” he casually answers, he was much bolder with about 4 glasses of liquid courage warming his blood. You laugh, not bothering to hide the bashfulness in your voice and he smiles at the sound, leading you out to the van at the far end of the parking lot. He saw the way you shivered and pulled the oversized jacket around you tighter. Fishing his keys from his pocket, he opens the back doors and quickly starts setting up the blankets he had stored in the back. You must have made a face because Eddie’s soon laughing and shaking his head. “M’not drivin’ you home drunk, Princess. Could get ya hurt, s’too dangerous. Now, com’on.”

Your heart does a summersault at his words, but that’s just who he was. Caring, sweet, understanding, reliable, trustworthy. That’s Eddie Munson. He sees the fondness in your smile again, his stomach erupting in butterflies. If he wasn’t such a chicken shit, this is where he would tell you how gorgeous you are and kiss you, if you’d let him. But he doesn’t. Instead, he hops out of the van and holds out his hand to help you inside. 

The old mattress he keeps tucked away in the back is draped in blankets, folded as neatly as a drunk Eddie could get them. You sit at the end of the makeshift bed, your legs hanging out the doors to take off your boots. Without a word, Eddie starts untying your laces, carefully undoing the knots, slipping the shoes off your feet and setting them neatly next to the mattress. 

“Thank you,” you meekly reply, the sweet gesture having stolen your voice.

“You’re welcome, Sweets,” he pats your leg, “scoot over.”

He hops in, shutting the doors behind him before double checking that all the doors are locked. You hide a yawn behind your hand as he settles down on the other side of the bed, kicking off his shoes unceremoniously. You slip off your belt and other jewelry, opting to stay in your jeans for the night. Eddie does the same, slinging his belt into the pile with his shoes before crawling under the questionably clean blanket. He sighs and settles in with a groan, his eyes shutting for only a moment before he’s watching you tuck your earrings into the pocket of his leather jacket. You turn around to find Eddie making grabby hands at you, smiling, you crawl in next to him, letting him pull you into his chest and tuck the blanket around you both snugly. The chill of the van made cuddling a necessity, even under the blanket you could feel the stagnant bite of cold of the coming winter. Letting out a content sigh, you relaxed into the comfortable silence, the world around you only slightly spinning now as sleep began to descend on you. Eddie stares up at the metal roof, his eyes slowly getting heavier and heavier as the moments tick by. 

“I like when you tuck your shirts in,” you sleepily confess, your voice was hushed as you whispered your little secret to your best friend. He can’t help but chuckle tiredly at your words, the sound more akin to a deep rumble as opposed to his normally bright laughter. 

“Yeah?” Is all he can think to say, his face burning even in the chilly van. 

“Yeah,” you shyly confirm, tracing the bats on his forearm once more, the action sends Eddie into a tizzy.

“Y’like when I look like a dweeb?” He jokes with a yawn, sleep fast approaching. 

“You never look like a dweeb,” you mumble just before you drift off, your fingers slowing to a stop on his skin, If he wasn’t tired, he would have teased you to hell and back about it, but all he can do it chuckle lowly in his chest and hold you a little tighter. Why do you have to be so cute?

“I like when we sleep like this,” he rested his cheek on the top of your head, letting one hand stroke your arm tenderly, the action only pushing you quicker towards sleep. He hears you hum in acknowledgement and agreement. 

“Me too, Eds.”  

There’s a few moments of silence before Eddie realizes you’re asleep.

“Goodnight, Princess,” Eddie whispers with a smile and kisses the crown of your head, the sound of your even breaths fill the van and lull him into his own peaceful slumber. 

Eddie wakes up to the sound of your soft snores and the growl of a stray truck chugging down the street. Your back is pressed to his front as you both lay on your sides, his arm under your head like a pillow and out stretched, his other arm was strung across your waist. The warmth of your body pressed against his had fought off the cold of the night exceptionally well, it drew him in for more, so he buried his face into the crook of your neck. The smell of your perfume mixing with the scent of his own cologne had Eddie groaning softly, this was the life. Nothing could bring him down, not even the soft thudding in his head or the dryness of his mouth. 

You stirred next to him, your eyes still shut as you reached out for Eddie’s hand on instinct. When your smaller hand found his, you immediately laced your fingers together. Eddie looked at where your hands were joined and gave a small incredulous scoff and smile, his arm around your midsection squeezed you into him hard enough to force the air out of you. 

“Why are you so damn cute? Huh? Who said you could be this fucking adorable?” He rambled on in a groggy whisper, his morning voice was just as glorious as you remember it being. You giggle as consciousness fills you. 

“It’s a curse, really. Doctors have been studying me for years, it’s a medical mystery,” you joke and carefully rub your eyes with your free hand. You were surprised to find that you felt well rested for having slept in the back of your best friend’s van after a night of drinking with no pillow, in a pair of tight jeans, and no fan. You peek over your shoulder to find Eddie’s puppy eyes already staring back at you. The smudges of eyeliner looked even better in the morning sunshine. You could only imagine how you look right now. “Wanna get breakfast?”

“God, yes,” he mumbles with a smile. He was starving, plus he wanted to pay you back for covering his drinks last night. Reluctantly, he peels his hand from yours to reach for his shoes and keys. You hum and stretch out a little, cracking your back before getting your shoes back on as well. You’re both quick to fold the blankets and get into your seats, the pits in your stomach rumbled and demanded to be satisfied. The drive to the nearest diner was thankfully short. 

Before long, you and Eddie find yourselves tucked into a booth with plates of hot food and even hotter coffee in front of you. The looks you receive from the other patrons did nothing but amuse you both. And what a sight you both were: strolling in at 9am reeking of the drink that Nancy accidentally spilled, last night’s makeup smeared across your eyes, bed hair, both dressed to the nines in black. Compared to the lovely elderly couple on their weekly Sunday morning date, you both looked like bats out of Hell. When you offered the old woman a polite smile, she was quick to return it, her husband was busy staring Eddie down, clearly not a fan of his tattoos or makeup. Soon, the plates were cleared and the cups were emptied, and you both meandered your way back to the van. 

“Alright, Sweetheart, back home, it is?” He asks as he backs out of the parking lot, you scroll through the radio stations, hoping to find something good on.

“Yes, please, I need to shower,” you groan, the longer you stayed in your makeup the more grimy you felt. A hot shower would solve all your problems. 

“Oo, no chance you’ll let me join, would you?” Eddie half jokes, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You roll your eyes with a smile and shake your head. “Damn, next time, then.”

Quicker than he’d like, he parks in front of your trailer. You gather your things, double checking that you have everything before hopping out of the passenger side. With a quick goodbye, you’re bounding indoors, making a beeline for the shower. Eddie watches until you’re inside then makes his own way home. He’s surprised to find Wayne’s car parked in its spot in the yard. 

“You just getting in?” Wayne asks as soon as the door opens, Wayne sat at the kitchen table, eating whatever leftovers were in the fridge before heading to bed. Eddie sets his keys aside on the table and nods. “Out with that girl, again?” Eddie gives him a look as he sought out a glass of water, Wayne knew your name but he just liked giving Eddie a hard time, especially when he stays out all night. 

“Yeah, we had some drinks with some friends, it ran a little later than planned.”

“Did you and her…” Wayne trails off, tilting his head to finish his sentence. 

“Oh God,” Eddie sighs and hangs his head. Wayne would ask from time to time, and it never ceased to be awkward as balls. 

“I’m just askin’. If you are, I’d rather you be safe about i—“ he defends calmly. 

“I know how to be safe about—“ Eddie cuts himself off with another sigh, rubbing his face with both his hands. “I know how to be safe, but no. We did not… do things.”

“Ok,” Wayne nods, throwing his hands up in surrender to show that he dropped it. Eddie relaxes and finishes his water, happy to escape the awkward conversation. Or so he thought. “It’s obvious you like her, so I thought it would have happened by now.” 

Eddie sputters a few words, each sentence of denial dying on his tongue. Wayne gives him a look and Eddie just knows that denying it isn’t any good. He flops into the chair on the other side of the table, looking up to his uncle through his lashes. 

“How obvious is it?” Eddie asks softly. In that moment, Wayne sees the years fall away from Eddie and what’s left behind is what Wayne saw all those years ago: his kid nephew, lost and needing guidance. He smiles warmly, a rare sight, and scratches his head. 

“Well, it’s not super obvious,” Wayne grumbles gently, resting his forearms on the table, “but I’m sure some of your friends notice it too.”

Eddie curses under his breath, his face hot with embarrassment. If other people could see how bad he has it for you, then that means you might see it too. 

“Do… Do you think she knows?” He asks shyly, fiddling with the rings on his fingers for comfort. Wayne leans back in his chair, giving a small shrug. 

“She might,” that answer weighs heavily on Eddie but Wayne is quick to try fix it, “but, would that be a bad thing?”

“Yes! No! I-I don’t know,” Eddie rambles, bouncing his leg as he does the mental gymnastics of trying to figure out if you knew. 

“Personally, kid, I don’t think it would be. Knowin’ that you love her, how could that be bad?” His words knock around in Eddie’s head for a few moments before he speaks in a small voice. 

“It could ruin everything,” Wayne couldn’t help but laugh at those words. 

“Kid, lovin’ someone doesn’t ruin a damn thing,” he smiles and crosses his arms. “If it’s right, then it’s right. If not, then it’s not. But that doesn’t mean that it’s wrong.”

Eddie took in his words again, chewing his lip nervously. He hated when Wayne was like this, all insightful and wise. It was unnerving, but at the same time, he always knew exactly what Eddie needed to hear. 

“You do what you think is best, Eddie. I’m gonna go to bed now, I’ll see ya tonight,” he stands and pats Eddie’s back as he makes his way towards the pull out sofa. Eddie mumbles his goodnights and makes his way to his own room, Wayne’s alarmingly wise words knocking around his head as he gets ready for a shower. 

Would it be so bad if you knew? He was going to find out. 

Part I. Part III

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Steddie week. Day 1: Pining. 1.2k words. Ao3 link.

Have some fluff! Also, written from the point of view of the non-pining person.

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Steve is not sure how he got here. Although he’s actually not complaining. But after the end of the world part 4 (and hopefully final), Eddie Munson seems to be… courting? Wooing? Him? Whatever, he’s trying something. He was already kind of flirtatious during the apocalypse, at first Steve thought that was just a defense mechanism or just how he is. To a degree, he does have a flirty personality. But he does not treat everyone else like he’s treating Steve.

Steve is almost 99% sure that he has not opened a single door while Eddie’s around. Every time he goes to leave a room, suddenly Eddie is in front of him opening the door for him. It’s a miracle he doesn’t bow or some shit equally as embarrassing. Steve can feel the party’s eyes on them, and he doesn’t know why Eddie seems so unaware of it. In similar fashion, Eddie picks up everything he drops (he’s a klutz, sue him) so quickly that it almost looks like he hurts himself a little.

Are all the seats taken? “Have my seat, Stevie.”

Steve forgot a jacket? “You look cold, here’s my jacket.”

Steve mentions being thirsty? “I’ll get you some water!”

His car was in the shop one time, so Eddie picked him up for movie night at the Wheeler’s. When he dropped him off, he didn’t just make sure he got inside from the comfort of his car. No, no, that wouldn’t suffice. Eddie walked him to the fucking door.

Also, the pet names. God, there’s so many! One would think Steve is a fair maiden in the 1800s with the amount of terms of endearment he’s subjected to on a weekly basis. Angel, sweetheart, darling, honey, love, and even goddamn beloved. Who the fuck uses beloved? In this day and age?

Steve has not had this much attention, since, well, ever. Eddie seems to notice every single thing he does or says. One time he mentioned in passing how much he likes cool ranch Doritos and the next week Eddie showed up at Family Video with a sandwich, a bag of cool ranch Doritos and his favorite flavored soda. “Here’s your lunch, sweetheart.” Steve could only say thanks before he walked out with a wink, leaving him confused as ever.

He’s very much not confused now. He knows what Eddie is doing.

Every chance he gets, Eddie makes sure he knows how good he thinks Steve looks. He even compliments his outfits, which at first Steve found hard to believe it was sincere because come on, why would Eddie say he likes his polos and jeans if not to just get him to like him? But the more he did it, the more Steve started to notice the look on his face. If he wasn’t being sincere he was a hell of an actor because Steve could swear his eyes almost shined with fondness and/or adoration.

There’s a corner on his desk that he has designed for little trinkets Eddie has been gifting him. This has to be the weirdest part of it all because why would Eddie give him a piggy keychain? A freaking I <3 NY magnet? Has he even been to New York? Where did he get that? Steve’s favorite is this bracelet that spells ‘lovely’ surrounded by green and blue beads. Because of course Eddie knows what his favorite colors are. Ah shit, did he make that himself? Eddie should stop being this adorable, because now every time he enters his room and glances at this pile of [perceived] junk an involuntary smile starts to bloom.

Whenever they go out to eat together (as friends, Robin!) Steve goes through the same argument when Eddie insists on paying. Steve rarely wins that battle.

It all feels, weird. Steve doesn’t know how to feel about all of this. On one hand, does he enjoy all this attention? Of course. I mean, who wouldn’t. Steve is sure that if he asked any girl if they enjoyed the attention from guys that they didn’t particularly wanna date, they’d say yes. Right? It seems logical. Everyone likes to feel special. On the other hand, how is he supposed to react to all of this?

Robin’s told him that he needs to say something. That it’s gone too long. Just to reject him already, or something along those words.

Steve hasn’t.

He can’t seem to bring himself to burst this bubble. To break this kind of spell that he apparently has on Eddie “the freak” Munson.

A freak, though? Eddie’s not a freak at all. If the people that gave him that god forsaken nickname got to know him, they’d sure regret it. Steve’s sure. Because he’s a lot of things, but not a freak. Incredible considerate, for one. Thoughtful and passionate. He’s amazingly kind, and so full of love it sometimes looks like he can’t even contain it all. Most of all though, he’s ridiculous. Greatly so. How does someone go this long, treating a person this special, wooing, basically spoiling them, without asking anything in return? Steve has been sure for a while that Eddie Munson has been trying to get him to like him back. He’s going about it in a ridiculous way.

Eddie Munson is ridiculous.

He’s so so ridiculous.

What’s even more ridiculous is…

It’s kinda working.

“What’s your approach here?” Steve questions. Eddie’s over at his house tonight. They were watching a movie and Eddie just randomly got up, brought over some popcorn and a blanket. Which he put on Steve’s feet because somehow he knows they get cold easily.

Eddie sits beside him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’ve been doing this for a long time. Are you ever gonna…?” Steve trails off. He may have started this conversation, but he really doesn’t know how to ask what he wants to ask.

A flash of recognition crosses Eddie’s face but he quickly schools his expression. “Am I ever gonna… what?” He smirks. The fucker.

“You know what.”

“I really don’t.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I know you know I know what you’ve been doing. Don’t play dumb.”

“That’s a lot of knows.”

“Be serious.” Steve gives him a look that he hopes conveys how much he wants answers.

“Just say what you mean, then.” Eddie looks down, he looks kinda nervous and Steve feels just a tiny bit guilty about how abruptly he brought this up.

“Are you… gonna ask me out? Anytime soon?” Eddie looks up and although he seems taken aback for a second he just smiles after it.

“Do you want me to?” He tilts his head and puts on his most innocent act.

Steve hums. “What if,” he clears his throat and looks away, “What if I say no?”

Eddie nods like he’s considered this and every other scenario. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not asking you out yet.”

Steve frowns. “Then why…?” His brain catches up and takes notice of the last word of that sentence. “Not yet?”

Eddie shakes his head no. “If I do it,” he searches Steve’s face. Steve doesn’t know what he’s looking for, it takes a few seconds but he seems to find what he needs to say, “When I do it. It’s gonna be because I’m sure you’ll say yes.” Steve doesn’t know what to say. Or if he should say anything. He feels breathless. “And it’ll blow your pretty little mind, honey. Can’t believe you thought I’d do it with karate kid on the background.”

They settle back down, and that seems to be the end of that. Eddie seems content with that for now.

Steve though? It seems like his insides have started bubbling with anticipation. Without asking him for permission, no less!

@steddie-week

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Writing Patterns

First tag game! I was tagged by the wonderful @sidekick-hero! 

Rules: list the first lines of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

I do a lot of writing challenges so I picked my favorites and included a few from my 500 word Steddie fic collection for Sicktember**.

:)

Balcony Kisses-- Steve leaned against the railing of the master bedroom balcony, letting out a slow exhale. 

Guitar Picks and Chocolate Chips-- Steve pulled to the last red light on the way home and glanced at Eddie in the passenger seat.

Pillows on the Floor**-- Eddie was already in bed when Steve exited the bathroom.

Angel Baby Sweetheart Sunshine**-- Steve loved the way Eddie used pet names and was surprised at how many there were. 

Ice Cream for Breakfast-- Steve stood in the doorway of their daughter’s playroom as he watched Eddie twirl dramatically. 

Home a Day Early-- The sun was just beginning to set as Steve pulled the car up to the driveway.

It’s on the House-- “Large iced coffee and a chocolate chip loaf, warmed for Megan!” Steve called, holding up the bagged dessert as he slid the freshly made coffee forward. 

Seeing Stars-- Steve’s ears roared as he stepped down from the lifeguard stand. 

Rescue Mission-- Steve glanced outside thinking about Eddie and frowning slightly at the falling snow.

Crash Landing -- Steve snapped awake beside Eddie and grimaced, swallowing thickly.

My Patterns:

Definitely love writing hurt/comfort and fluff and tend to write from Steve’s POV. Cool to see all the ways I've written about Steddie :)

Gently tagging @pearynice, @imfinereallyy, @cranberrymoons, and @stevesbipanic for this :)

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Rooftop

Eddie x Steve

Tags: Dom/Sub Vibes, mentions of Voyeurism/Virginity, Dom Eddie, Sub Steve, use of pet names, use of ‘dyke’ but in an endearing way

Eddie calls out Steve for being Robin’s beard.

AN: A short little Drabble/one shot for now but might expand into something longer. I’m thinking a 90s college AU where Steve and Eddie don’t meet in high school. Also I wrote this on my phone in the car and haven’t edited it so sorry for any mistakes

Rating: M

There was something more about Eddie on the rooftop. Away from the party the flashing lights and all the noise Eddie looked like he could breath again. The lights of the city reflected in his eyes dark, round, and beautiful. Steve had to make himself stop staring.

“So,” a small smirk came to Eddie’s lips. “You and Robin, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah.” Steve shifted uncomfortably and shoved his hands in his pockets. The unsettling feeling returned to his gut and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Eddie was making fun of him in some way. “Robin. She’s great.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie stepped in closer to him. “You two done it? What’s your favorite position?”

“I- What- Ed,” Steve sputtered.

Eddie burst out laughing. “How the fuck are you fooling anyone?”

“What? We’re not- We- I,” panic rose like bile in Steve’s throat.

“You think I can’t see a dyke in sheep’s clothing, Stevie?” Eddie’s amused grin did nothing to comfort Steve’s fear. “You’re her beard.”

“I- You can’t tell anyone.” Steve managed to squeeze out between breaths.

Eddie’s amusement softened. “Steve, no I’m not going to tell anyone. I— Do you really not know?”

“Know?” It was taking everything he had not to deck Eddie, to revert to that guy he was in high school that tried to solve everything with his fists. Eddie didn’t know about him. He was just being a good friend to Robin. There was nothing wrong with that— there was—

Eddie’s lips pressed against his and Steve froze.

It was short. Quick. Blinking and you could have missed it. By the time Steve’s brain rebooted Eddie’s face had fallen.

“Did I— Have I severely misread the situation?”

Eddie just kissed him.

Eddie just shared an incredibly shitty kiss with him.

Steve had to fix that problem.

“Shit.” Eddie wiped a hand over his lips and took a step for the door. “I— I’ve gotta go.”

But Steve had always been quick as he grabbed Eddie’s wrist and pulled him back in for a proper kiss this time. “Don’t go.”

Eddie grinned against his lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

Steve opened his mouth to say more but couldn’t find words better than tasting Eddie again. He could taste the nicotine and booze and underneath all that something sweet and uniquely Eddie. Every kiss before this one just felt like practice. But nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Eddie’s hands on his waist pulling him closer then guiding him back until Steve hit a brick wall.

“Fuck, I should have known your lips are sin.” Eddie whispered.

“Please.” Steve felt like he was dying. That was the only explanation for this.

“Please, what, Princess?” Eddie smirked. Steve groaned at the bolt of electricity that zipped through him. “You like that name?”

“Eddie…” Where had his sanity gone? How had Eddie instantly turned him to putty with just a kiss and some words?

“The things I want to do to you, Princess,” Eddie trails hot, burning kisses along Steve’s jaw. “Can’t be done on a rooftop where just anyone can see.”

The thought of someone watching this, someone seeing Eddie debauch him like this, left Steve gasping. Which only made Eddie grin wider. “Unless you like that sort of thing. Not so much of an Angel are we, Stevie?”

“Fuck me.” Steve let his head his the brick wall. He wasn’t sure how much of this he could take. Eddie had barely touched him and he was already about to cum in his pants.

“If you insist.” Eddie’s teeth grazed his neck. “Your place or mine.”

Oh god. This was happening. This was really happening. There was a party happening two floors below him where Robin was waiting for him and Eddie fucking Munson was propositioning him for—

“I’m a virgin.” Steve cringed as Eddie pulled back.

“Not sure where that came from because I know for certain you are not.” There was a tone of amusement in Eddie’s voice that made Steve turn beet red.

“I’m a… Guy virgin.” The fear that Eddie might not want him now settled like acid in his stomach. “I’ve never… You know.”

“Had sex with a guy?”

Steve nodded. He couldn’t make himself look up at Eddie for fear of what he might find there.

“Do you want to take things slow, baby?” Eddie gently brought Steve’s chin up. “I’m more than okay with that.”

The words caught in his throat as he saw the earnestness in Eddie’s eyes. He nodded. “I still— — I’ve got to get Robin back home. But can we—“

Eddie pulled a sharpie out of his back pocket and took Steve’s hand. He wrote down an address and a phone number on it. “Take care of your girl. Then come here. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed.

Eddie stole his breath away with one more kiss then left him up on the rooftop. Steve touched his lips as the door closed. The skyline of the city twinkled back at him as the chill of the night returned to him. Steve took a deep breath and adjusted himself before following after Eddie.

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#steddie #fanfic #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[marvelgirlstories]

Hey my lovelies, ❤️

I don't know how good this is as I didn't proofread.❤️🫶🏻 Anyways I present to you...

Stucky Fluff Alphabet

Warnings: One small hint of sex

They love everything about you, but they love seeing you train. They love how focused you get.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

They would love to, but it could be a bit hard with missions.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

I think Steve would normally face you and Bucky would big spoon you. It would change from time to time.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Old fashioned. Restaurant dates. Picnics on rooftops. But also little things like making dinner together and walks in the park. (Does that count as a date?)

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

Bucky: My light

Steve: My angel

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Well the both liked you from the day they met you. They talked about you together and realized that they both had feelings.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Steve is normally more gentle than Bucky. They try to be, but it doesn't all ways stay that way.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Bucky will hold hands with you tightly whenever possible. Steve would lightly hold and/or run circles on your hand for comfort.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

They were impressed. You shocked them in the best possible way.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes. They both do, even though they know you would never leave them. But normally it happens when a stranger tries to flirt with you.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

How:

You almost always had your arms around each other.

First kiss:

They took you out and explained that they both like you. And then you kissed whoever was nearer to you, before moving on to whoever was next.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Why do I feel like Steve said it first? Like on a date he would suddenly say and surprise Bucky because they hadn't talked about it before. But he would follow soon after and then you would too.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Your first date, it was overly romantic and old-fashioned (in a good way). A picnic, fun, the sunset, jokes, a evening walk, paddling in a river.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

They don't normally, but if they feel like it ... be prepared.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Blue 💙🩵💙

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Bucky: Doll

Steve: Sweetheart

Sometimes Love or Darling, but not very often.

They still call each other Punk and Buck.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Heh. What can I say. They still live with that 40s feeling. (Don't really know the right word to express it) You would sometimes add 40s things to your relationship to change it up a little.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Hear me out... picnic in the rain. (I know, a lot of picnics) But it's so much fun. You can watch the rain and eat your favorite foods. If you don't feel like it, you bake and/or cuddle in bed.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

They will do anything and everything to make you feel better.

If you want to cheer them up, cuddles is always an answer. They don't like to show when they are sad, but you learned the signs.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

If you wanted to talk, there was loads of things and you would never run out of words. But silence is nice too.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

After a mission a bath is always nice. Bath bombs, bath salts, the whole ordeal. Sometimes it would become something more... Cuddles afterwards. At least it was relaxing.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

They like to show you off to the public, and say you're theirs. PDA!!! Even as small as a forehead kiss.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

After a date, alone somewhere you all love. They will each have a ring and take turns with a speech.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

They love 40s music, but when you showed them this one they were in love...

All of me by John Legend

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

All the time! They both see the three of you living happily together. If they were alone, it will be a topic of discussion.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

You don't really need one, because you are perfectly happy. It would be a problem when you went on missions.

My first non Stole my heart Stucky fic. I would think this could be linked to the later parts of Stole my heart. (I didn't mean to write it for that, but it kinda fits) 😂

Bye 😘❤️

#stucky #stucky x reader #stucky fluff #fluff alphabet #Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes #bucky #Steve Rogers #fanfiction

[astxroiid]

stranger things boys — headcanons

✩ steve and eddie edition ✩

Author’s Note: a fun little idea I had - you will be seeing me using these in future fics <3

navigation

steve —

✩ he smells like oak and sunscreen, mint, a little bit of mowed grass, and just a hint of fruits.

✩ he’s summertime and swimming, tanning on pool floats, day trips to exclusive swimming holes that are definitely not entirely legal to go to. trampolines and swing-sets, burning hot days, colas in the cooler, cherries and watermelon.

✩ steve calls you love, and darling, baby/babe, mine, and occasionally honey. he keeps it classic but personal. that’s what being with him feels like.

✩ he’s a sucker for surprises and popping up with flowers and tickets for things you like and boxes with things you stop and stare at in store windows. steve loves pulling chocolates out from behind his back and watching your eyes light up.

✩ if there where one song in any decade to fully encapsulate steve, it would be budapest by george ezra. he’d do anything for you. and the light flow of the song matches the summer breeze on a hot day. all the love he feels written out line by line.

✩ a movie that matches steve would be dazed and confused. summertime, high school, long nights, and having fun with friends. it’s steve’s aesthetic and he shamelessly wears it like a crown.

✩ steve likes to grab your hand and spin you around the room while listening to music play from the radio. he likes dancing his hands on your shoulders, rubbing up and down your arms. he likes grabbing your chin and pulling you up to kiss him.

✩ steve is cherry popsicles and chocolate covered strawberries. coneys on the beach. cookouts by his pool. he’s the soft, natural lighting of the dawn coming through the curtains when you’ve stayed up all night talking. he’s loving and gentle and rays of sun on your face.

eddie —

✩ if steve is cherries and watermelon and summer; eddie is pumpkin pie and cinnamon and fall. He’s going to scenic overlooks to admire the orange and red and brown leaves. eddie is night drives in the cold, heaters on full blast along with rock music at a comfortable level to listen to as well as talk over.

✩ eddie smells like lavender and the sea, salt and weed. a hint of nutmeg and spices. warm like cranberry and cold like an iced vanilla coffe.

✩ eddie calls you hot stuff. he likes funny but unique and loving pet names; like sweet cheeks and my queen, angel, toots, and just occasionally - really infrequently - sugar tits. playful and fun but so specific to him. the only more common pet name he loves to use is sweetheart. that’s one of his favorites.

✩ his favorite way to spend time with you is cuddled up inside, watching movies on the vhs or taking you to the drive in. he likes when you wrap around him while he’s learning a new song on his guitar. while he doesn’t have as much money to spend on you like steve, he loves valuable time with you and you alone. quiet, and calm. quality and intimate.

✩ if there where one song in any decade to fully encapsulate eddie, it would be sweater weather by the neighbourhood. he’s only a man who is wholly in love with you. this song knows exactly what it’s like to be in love and holding hands while crunching through the fallen leaves while the chilled wind turns your nose red.

✩ a movie that matches eddie would be the fantastic mr. fox. it’s autumn and it’s doing anything to give the people you love a better life. eddie relates to mr. fox on a personal level and he doesn’t care how childish you think it is but he loves the movie and would kick off every fall by watching that first.

✩ eddie loves jamming out and jumping around his trailer with you while heavy metal blasts from his speakers. he likes grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for a kiss. he likes to ruffle your hair after telling you how much he loves you.

✩ eddie is s’mores and home cooked meals, the burnt orange of a sunset, the crackling of thunder in the distance. the lingering taste of weed on your breath. he’s rain pouring down your face, drenching your clothes. he’s sweets on halloween, and he’s thoughtful and reassuring like the last striking lines of color in the sky - the sun promising to come back once the night is over.

special note to @upsidedownwithsteve who partially kicked off an idea i’d had brewing in my mind with her amazing writing! as well as @spidey-multi for proof-reading and helping with ideas ! <3

#stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things headcanons #stranger things hc #steve hc #steve headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington hc #eddie #eddie munson #eddie hc #eddie headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson headcanons #stevey #eds

[artificialbreezy]

Relationships with the Steve and Robin

AN: hello, if you’d like more in depth on either of these, let me know bc i have so many ideas man

TW/CW- d/s dynamics, daddy kink if you squint, mommy kink, pet names, fluff, mentions of sex. uh if i’m missing any plz let me know

Robin:

Robin is such a sweetie and you can’t tell me other wise

She LOVES to ramble to you about her day

She REFUSES to go to bed without at least hearing your sweet voice say “I love you baby”

You bring her lunch for every shift she works at Family Video

Steve talked her into asking you out tbh

Robin didn’t believe him when he assured her you liked both boys AND girls

UNTIL you, Robin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie were all hanging out one night, drinking and smoking

you ended up rambling on about how pretty you thought Robin was to Steve and Robin overheard

Robin came up to you the next day all smiles

“Hey Rob! Oh what’s got you all smiley?”

She’d just step closer to you and say “oh ya know, just “my god Steve. She kills me. Absolutely kills me. I just want to kiss her face and just do anything she tells me!”

You’d be a blushing mess and not looking at her

“Awe sweetheart, don’t be shy now.”

She’d step close and put her hand on your cheek and pull you close and she’d whisper “can I really kill you now? You have such pretty lips and I wanna know how soft they really are.”

you’d smile and kiss her so hungrily

NSFW

Robin is definitely a switch

LOVES being on top, even when she’s being subby

when she is subby and on top, it’s usually her grinding on your mouth OR you’re fucking into her with the strap ™️

dom!Robin? MAAAANNNN she’s good

brat tamer 100%

she’ll always take a calm approve no matter the situation

“Baby. I need you to take a second and think what you said.”

you’d huff and keep throwing your fit

“Angel, if you don’t watch your mouth you’re going over my knee.” in a very stern warning tone

sometimes it works, and other times you really can’t be stopped

which results in a default of 10 spanks AND edging you until you’re crying

her favorite way to get you REAL close?

starts with her mouth on your cunt

then works her way up to the strap, fucking you real slow

then she’d add a vibrator against your clit and pick up pace

once you’re crying and begging

“Mommy..oh my god.. please.. need it so so bad. i’ll be good i promise. please do anything you want. i’m sorry”

then maybe she’d let you cum

typically it lands you in sub space

which Robin is GREAT at getting you back down to earth

“hey baby, i need you to come back, yeah? can you come back to me? Miss you.”

or after the mumbling that you speak that she can’t understand, she’d get super soft and hold onto your hand, “y/n? come back to me, yeah, it’s Rob baby. Need ya back” with a soft kiss to your forehead

overall, Robin is the sweetest girlfriend

Steve:

Steve is clingy but not in a bad way ya know

mans been hurt, he just wants to be loved and needed

so when you come around, he’s SMITTEN

from the minute Robin introduced you to him during a shift at scoops he was determined to make you his

and he did. after you, Robin, and him were kidnapped by russians and drugged obviously

he kissed you real hard after you ended up out of the mall that day

and now, you guys are ALWAYS together

you even got a job with him and Robin at family video

the kids call you dad because Steve is definitely mom

he’s not HUGE into PDA around the kids but he’ll hold your hand or have you close at all times

but if you’re at a party? or with the older gang? MAAAAANNN he’s all over you (respectfully ofc)

LOTS of forehead kisses

and getting interrupted by the walkie

weekly movie nights

that the kids end up crashing once a month

Dustin no longer has shot gun privileges

NSFW

Steve is a hardcore Dom

i mean rarely ever sub

he needs control

he’s always had that control, i mean cmon he was King Steve

and oh my god he has rules for you too

his rules include

no cumming without permission

always refer to me as Sir or Daddy (unless with family or friends)

remember your manners

whenever you’re not sleeping over, call to say good night

communicate your feelings

his rules are quite simple so if you break them there are consequences

some of which are as followed

10 - 15 spanks, depending what rule you broke. it’ll be your ass or pussy

writing lines

time outs

edging

No cumming for a week (he saves this one when you’re REAL bratty)

remember movie nights?

oh yeah he definitely has brought home pornos to watch together

and sometimes they end in laughing

and other times your face is buried in a pillow and he’s fucking you stupid

man loves dirty talk

“fuck baby. you feel like heaven”

“keep squeezing me like that. i know you’re close.”

jesus i’m gonna get carried away

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley smut #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #stranger things smut

[simplyundeniable98]

till hell freezes over e.m

warnings: depression, insomnia , a teeny bit of angst, painfully adorable fluff, eddie being a sweetheart, pet names

a/n: if you ever feel this way please do not hesitate to reach out. i’m here for you 🖤

warning: this might be triggering to anyone who has depression or severe anxiety. please do not read if easily triggered. i am not responsible for your media consumption. read at your own risk.

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you weren’t sure how long you had been awake. you weren’t sure of anything really. the days had started bleeding together and muddling into what felt like an endless draining cycle. you either felt way to much all at once, or felt nothing at all.

going to bed used to be one of your favorite parts of the day. it meant that it was time to wind down and relax. lately however even sleeping was exhausting. no matter how hard you tried you could not bring yourself to relax and let yourself sleep. when your body finally did give up and fall asleep it was restless and you often found yourself waking up just as tired if not more when you woke up.

as hard as you’ve tried, everything seemed to be moving around you in slow motion. even when you were with your friends, you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy everything around you. nothing seemed fun anymore. it was like walking around in an empty shell of yourself.

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eddie munson had a certain aura that seemed to follow the boy wherever he went. underneath his unruly curls and leather, he truly was an angel. he had a smile that lit up the room and a laugh so contagious it brought a smile to your face in even the worst of moods. he was unbelievably patient, and loved harder then anyone you had ever met before. so naturally, everything seemed a tiny bit better when he was around. which he always was, that man loved you with every fiber of his being. you hung his moon and stars.

“hey sweetheart” your boyfriend says from behind the door slowly turning the knob. “i let myself in i hope you don’t mind”

you shake your head, he was always welcome, and he knew that even though he insisted on knocking every time. he tilted his head at you gazing down with his bright eyes. you brought your hands up to cover your face hiding from his stare.

that boy read you like a book. he could see right through your act and he’d be damned if he didn’t find a way to make it better.

“scoot over honey” he spoke as he toed off his shoes, tossing his jacket onto the chair in front of your desk climbing into your bed behind you.

his fingertips climbed up and down the lengths of your arm as his lips pressed against your shoulder placing gentle kisses against your skin.

“i’m tired eddie” you finally spoke with a hushed voice breaking the comfortable silence that blanketed your room.

eddie didn’t necessarily know how to help you. he too had felt like this on more than one occasion and knew there wasn’t much more you could say to help the situation. it was something you were going to have to figure out on your own time and it killed him to know there wasn’t anything he could do other then make sure you knew he was there for you. so that’s what he did.

“i know baby, i know. i love you, you know that?” he spoke turning you over so that he was slightly leaning over you and you were now halfway underneath him. he smiled down at you bringing his calloused fingertips to rub the length of your cheek and the sight itself made tears brim at the bottom of your eyelids.

“you remember that day at the lake?” he asked “the day me, you, steve, and robin all went together?” you nodded as you thought back to the event.

“god, i thought i died when i showed up and you were there wearing that swimsuit and those beat up converse that you refuse to give up.” you huffed a laugh and eddie swore he felt his chest heat up.

“you looked so pretty. i remember thinking that my luck must have changed because there was no way a woman that gorgeous would want anything to do with the town freak”

you groaned as he finished the sentence unable to say anything about the compliments he was dishing out.

“i know, i know. ill get to the point. don’t worry your pretty little face.” he laughed at your grimace. “that was the day, i knew i truly loved you. i had an inkling before but that day sealed the deal.”

“i can still hear your laugh from when i picked you up and ran into the water. it’s been one of my favorite sounds since. other then my guitar of course.” you smiled and brought your hand up to brush away his overgrown bangs.

“i fell in love with you that day. but i didn’t just fall in love with you” he paused furrowing his brows “i fell in love with all of you. the good, the bad, and everything in between”

“i love you when you are happy, i love you when you are sad, and ill love you until hell freezes over.” by now there were tears slowly streaming down your face, which he was wiping with the pad of his thumb.

“ill love you when you don’t love yourself. and if that happens ill love you enough for the both of us.”

“you are it for me babe. i’m telling you, stuck for life.” he spoke as he smiled down at you placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

even though the empty feeling in your chest wasn’t gone completely, it had ceased enough to curl farther into your boyfriends chest and finally relax.

“i love you eddie. till’ hell freezes over”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #eddie my beloved #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #why the fuck did you kill eddie munson #eddie x reader #where can i find an eddie munson

[h4rringt0nswife]

Stuck On You

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Pairing: jealous!steve harrington x reader

Warnings: Pet Names (baby, love, peach), Slight swearing, Typos (T-T)

Word Count: 2k

A/n: This is my first time writing on tumblr so I’m kinda nervous😭. It feels good to finally be able to write about my favorite characters again though. Any feedback is very much appreciated :D

Although you’d never admit it, your current relationship started off as a rebound. And you hated yourself for it. You needed a fresh start, and Andrew Miller was it. At first you hated the idea of being with Andrew, saying that he was nothing like Steve and it broke your heart. But as the months went on, and the dates went by, you found yourself falling head-over-heels for him.

You reach down to poke his cheek softly. “Hey you.” He tears his eyes from his book and raises an eyebrow up at you. You laugh softly at his reaction. “You wanna rent some movies to watch for tonight ? I’ve been thinking we can have a lil’ movie night if you want y’know ?” You ask him. “As long as there’s some action movies in the mix I’m all in peach.” He sits up and pecks your lips. You smile at him as he grips your hand, pulling you to stand.

On the other side of town Steve stood at the register of Hawkins’ Family Video Store waiting for his more than deserved break. Robin walked up to him and patted him on the back. “Better than scooping ice cream right?” She laughed. “At least I don’t have to wear that stupid hat anymore. It was really ruining my best feature. The honeys will come running now.” Steve shrugs. “Running towards or away from you? Oh look there’s one coming in now let’s test your abilities like old times. I’ll go get the board!” She laughs at him and walks to the back as he rolls his eyes at her.

That’s when he looked up to see you. He took in the sight of you… you looked as beautiful as ever. You were glowing. The setting sun kissed your skin so perfectly making you look angelic. Your eyes were so full of life , it made his lips tug into a small smile and his heart swell. And your lips…oh god he missed those lips. The way you would kiss him…every part of him.

Then he noticed you were with someone. A guy? He could just be a friend? Right? Steve thought to himself. No big deal. But then you pulled him into a a kiss. Smiling against his lips. Your hands finding their way into his hair. Steve’s chest burned. His lips contorted into a scowl as he glared at the two of you. He rolled his eyes at himself.

Of course you moved on. What was I thinking.

He thought to himself. Then you looked over to him. Eyebrows furrowing together as realization sets in and you recognize that it’s him. His gaze immediately drops to the service bell on the counter, the bell suddenly becoming fascinating to him.

You look over at Andrew, then at Steve once more before deciding to walk over to counter.

“Hey stranger.” You softly smiled at Steve. Your voice sounds as beautiful as he remembers. “Uh hey.” He looks up at you as if he was surprised to see you there. “I didn’t know you worked here?”

Your question went in one ear and out of the other. You staring up at him is all he could think about. How gorgeous your eyes are and how your lashes have grown since the last time he’s seen you. Your lips were plump with a pink-ish tint to them. He had to restrain himself from kissing you.

“Hello?” You spoke, confused as to why he just froze up. “Oh- uh sorry. Yeah I started working here after the um mall thing y’know.” You nod as he curses himself silently.

“Alrighty peach so I chose a few movies I thought you might like. Including your favorite, Back to the future.” Andrew winks at you causing you to laugh. A scoff from behind you causes the both of you to look behind the counter. “Actually her favorite movie is Sixteen Candles.” Steve corrected with his arms crossed over his chest.

His breath was heavy and jaw was clenching. Somehow, your eyes traveled down to his biceps. And how angry veins were visible from his hands up to his forearms. God did they look good. You felt your face heat up just from the thought.

“Uh I like both. Thank you these are great baby.” You smiled up at your boyfriend. His arm snakes around your waist protectively. Steve’s eyes narrow at the boy as he feels his whole body tense up.“Oh Andrew this is my…friend Steve. Steve, my boyfriend Andrew.” You smile awkwardly as you motion between the two. Andrew just sets the VHS boxes on the counter along with his card. “I’ll just wait in the car. Nice meetin’ ya.” He nods his head at Steve as he walks out.

“Peach huh?” Steve smirks up at you while he bags the VHS boxes. “Shut up.” You laugh. “Remember when I used to call you baby, and love? Those cute little pet names you loved.” You smile to yourself slightly. You clear your throat, forcing yourself to tear away from his gaze. Your heart thumped in your chest as you remembered Andrew, internally groaning. “Ahem well I gotta get going. Andrews waiting on me can’t leave him for too long, never know what might happen.” You give him a small wave as you rush out of the store with the small bag. Leaving Steve there, his thoughts rushing a mile per second.

“Was that y/n?” Robin appears from the back room. “Huh? Oh uh yeah it was.” He continued staring at the door. “Remember the cute lil pet names I used to call you.” Robin mocks him as he rolls his eyes. “You heard that whole thing?” “I, in fact did and that’s exactly why I brought this,” she lifts up the whiteboard and draws another tally under the ‘you suck’ side.

“Oh shut up alright? I wasn’t even trying to get at her.” He murmured. “HA. You’re not fooling anyone pretty boy. That tension was through the roof. And plus weren’t YOU the one who broke up with HER?” She plops down into the rolling chair beside the computer. “That’s not the fair,” he responded. “I only ended things because I feared for her life and mine. And come on now he’s not good enough for her. Did you see him ? Andrew miller ? Come one now she could do so much better.” He rants. “Maybe you should move on bro she obviously has.” She pats his shoulder then grabs a box and disappears into the back again.

After getting home you told Andrew that you didn’t feel too well and that you should reschedule the movie night. “Fuck, is this about the guy at the store? Cause if it is I-” You shook your head in opposition. “No, no, no. I just don’t feel too hot is all. I just want to shower and go to sleep. We can watch all the movies and be vegetables tomorrow alright?” You said and he shook his head. After that he bid you goodnight and he was off.

It’s not like it felt good for you to lie to your boyfriend. But you didn’t want to spend the whole night with him wishing he was Steve. That would’ve made you feel even more guilty than just canceling your movie date overall. God why did he have to work there. You rub your eyes as you sigh. There’s a knock on the door suddenly.

I swear to god if it’s Andrew.

“Andrew I told you-“ You swing the door open to be greeted to none other than Steve Harrington. “Steve?” You question looking at him confused. “What are you doing here ?” He sighs. “Can we talk ?” He looks around. You nod and close the door, leading him to the swing chair on the porch.

“What do you want to talk about ?” You look over at him as he runs his fingers through his infamous hair. His hand reaches over to caress the small pendant falling in between your collar bones. “You’re wearing the necklace I got you for your birthday?” You lift the necklace eyeing the piece of jewelry. “Looks like it huh?” The truth is that you’d never taken it off. Eventually you had forgotten you wore it until he pointed it out. Steve smiled. “Did you come all the way over here to talk about my jewelry choices or what?” You sighed.

“It’s just that..I- I miss you. I really do..” You shake your head. “Steve…no.” He looks at you, eyes scanning for any sign that you missed him too. “I know you moved on and all…and I should have too. But I’m stuck on you, I couldn’t. I am completely and utterly in love with you. I feel like I can’t breath knowing that there’s someone loving you the way I know I’m better at. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, I hate that it all played out how it did. I thought I was over you until I saw you and him together.” He rubbed his face.

“If you missed me so much why are you only coming back now? Are you forgetting that you’re the one who broke up with me?” You looked down, tears getting caught in your eyelashes making it hard to see. Not that you wanted to look at him now anyway. “I needed you. You know that? And when I needed you the most you left me. You became secretive, and quiet. You avoided me…I thought you hated me..” Your throat burned and voice cracked as he spoke.

How dare he try to come back now ? Now that you finally didn’t need him? Now that you were happy again. But at the same time…you were happy to hear him say this to you.

“Hate you ? Oh no baby I could never hate you. And I didn’t want to break up with you but I had to. I was trying to protect you. Protect us!” His eyes are bloodshot as a small sheen of sweat glistened over his face. “…so why did you leave me?” You whispered. Your voice was small, barely audible. He looked at you with wide eyes. “I wish I could tell you…I really do but-” you scoff with a dry laugh. “It doesn’t even matter anymore. I am happy. I’m in a relationship. I’m in love again.” You stand up from the swing and wipe your tears. He softly grasped your hand, looking up at you with almost pleading eyes.

“Y/n please…” His voice was small. “Please what Steve. What could you possibly want from me?” You asked. “Please…just tell me you love me? Just so I can have at least a little hope for us?” A tear dropped down his face, and it broke your heart to see him like this. “There will always be a piece of me that’s in love with you. But you’re too late.” You grant him a small forced smile and leave him there on the small wooden swing.

Those words rang in his ears for hours. He couldn’t comprehend the reality of it all. He thought he was protecting you but was he really? Or was he hurting you by keeping secrets from you? His heart pinged in his chest, and he resented himself, finally realizing you and him were finished. For good.

You ran to your room, sobbing as everything replayed in your mind. Your throat screamed in agony and your face was puffy. You were over him? Right? Was everything you deemed yourself “happy” about really just self enforced distractions? Was there really a after him?

“Fuck.”

#joe keery #st #steve harrington #st4 #stranger things #steve stranger things #steve harrington x you #Steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington x black reader #eddie munson #byler #joesph quinn #will byers #joe keery x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington smut

[infinite-orangepeel]

15 questions, 15 people

tagged by @hey-rowan, @asbealthgn, @spectrum-spectre (thanks for tagging me, my friends💗)

1. Are you named after anyone?

technically yes ! my parents loved marisa tomei in my cousin vinny. they just decided to add an extra ‘s’ to my name and named me ‘marissa.’

2. When was the last time you cried?

a few days ago. reading the line about steve waiting by the ferris wheel 🎡 from @azrielgreen’s fic, blackout days (fairground nights). i balled my eyes out and haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

3. Do you have kids?

not yet, but maybe one day. i currently work with two toddlers and often feel like they’re my own bc of how much time i spend with them lol.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

absolutely and i affectionately blame my mother for it <3 she’s the most sarcastic person i know.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

probably piercings or tattoos ! i have 9 piercings myself but no tattoos yet (thought i’m planning some rn). so i feel like i’m always checking out other peoples for ideas and i love hearing the stories behind peoples tattoos.

6. What's your eye color?

chocolate button brown (iykyk)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

if it’s a fic, im choosing dark, fucked up, unhinged, angsty WITH a happy ending (happy ending is a must for me). if it’s a movie, i can go either way but horror is one of my top genres for sure.

8. Any special talents?

being insanely gorgeous, intelligent, and hilarious at the same time (joking, joking, don’t take that seriously omg). real answer: i can fold my tongue into a three leaf clover and i have a strangely strong memory when it comes to remembering names, faces, and usernames lol.

9. Where were you born?

los angeles, california

10. What are your hobbies?

drooling over steve harrington, writing steddie fics and my own poetry, reading the queerest literature on the market, yearning for irl requited love, contemplating my career choices, selling vintage clothing, crying to the tune of other peoples steddie fics, thrifting, cooking with an excessive amount of hot chili oil, wandering around trader joe’s, yoga, and hiking :)

11. Do you have any pets?

yes ! two dogs (one has no teeth and the other is chaos incarnate) that i adore. and a 150 gallon aquarium with a zillion salt water fish (okay, like thirty and my fave is the cowfish, look it up its adorable).

12. What sports do you play/have played?

i’m an olympic medalist in crying over steddie like they’re real people…(i did gymnastics for 12 years, ran track for 5, and now, i stay active by going to my local gym and doing yoga/weight lifting)

13. How tall are you?

5’0” and everyone in my life reminds me of it constantly

14. Favorite subject in school?

english and history, always

15. Dream job?

joe keery’s professional girlfriend….or a writer that makes money !! a money making writer that creates and gets paid for it. yes. i’d give an arm and a leg to write for a cool mag, online zine, or to be a published author !

taglist (and as always, no pressure and sorry if you’ve already been tagged !): @madigoround, @auwuli, @edmunsn, @corneliuswatkins, @stevesbipanic, @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx, @bmodiwrites, @java-jay, @thorniest-rose, @cinnamon-mushroomabomination, @falloutkeiji, @sinclairisms, @veestrikesback, @djostface, @punkharringtxn

#tag game #i love my mutuals #you are all amazing to me

[americasass81]

A Wish Fulfilled

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Pregnancy Talk, Very Mild Implied Manipulation, Talk of Children, Fingering, F/F Sexual Interactions, Use of Pet Names, Fluff. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.  Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it as much as I did writing it.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Pairings:- Maria Hill x Female Reader (core pairing), Steve Rogers x Original Female Character x Bucky Barnes (established relationship).

Author’s Note 1:- This is for @musingsinmoonlight 1k Followers Writing Challenge. Congratulations Suz on this wonderful achievement.  1k people who know just how amazing, kind, talented and beautiful you are.  Now onto the next 1k.  You deserve this and so much more.  lyl💞💞 Hope you like it.

Challenge Prompt:- "Hey, leave them alone.  They just fell asleep."

Author’s Note 2:- Though written as an offshoot of an on-going, unposted fanfiction where Steve and Bucky have achieved the perfect family life they always wanted, this can easily be read on its own as only the necessary information from that story is alluded to here.

Author’s Note 3:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- An interfering Tony Stark gives your wife the perfect opportunity to convince you there’s more love in you to give than you’re willing to admit.

Total Word Count:- 3,810

Turning off the blender and scooping out another round of freshly mashed up ingredients, the laughter and childish conversations reaching your ears from either the living room or foyer forced you to pause in your task momentarily and wonder how the hell you had ever ended up here.  Oh sure, you knew it was your shared history with this extraordinary family, but this ... taking care of two kids and a dog while Tony dragged the heroes away for what he titled 'Adult Recreation' ... this was crazy.

Thinking back to the morning around a week and a half ago when your wife had surprised you in bed with all your favorite foods, you should have known then that something wasn't right.  Of course it wasn't that Maria wasn't romantic ... far from it actually.  Both of you knew how to express your love for each other in and out of the bedroom.  But for her it was usually the grand, expensive, very public gestures that won out.  After all she told you so on your wedding day that she wanted to show you off to the whole world.  So why then didn't the alarm bells start ringing as she smiled at you from the door in a top that left very little to the imagination.

Walking gingerly towards you and placing the tray carefully on the bed before she slipped back in beside you, the first bite of the glorious meal had no sooner settled in your stomach when the words began to flow out of her mouth.  Informing you that Tony was taking the Original Avengers and their significant others away for a well deserved break to relax, unwind and hopefully add some more numbers to the next generation, Steve and Bucky's wife was hoping that she, and more specifically you, would agree to look after their twins.

Stopping eating and focusing your attention on your wife to make sure you had heard correctly in your still sleep-addled state, the look on her angelic face told you more than any words ever could.  She was serious.  Letting this revelation sink in, you acknowledged of course why Christina would choose you.  Having bonded over your fears for your respective spouses and her having served as your maid of honor, the closeness that now made you feel like sisters was more than enough reason for her to trust you with their little ones.

But was it something you wanted?

Knowing of course that if anyone needed and deserved a break it was definitely Christina, agreeing to take care of two year old Nicholas Anthony and Winnifred Sarah however could be a can of worms you weren't sure you wanted to open.  Having met Maria Hill when your company catered the Barnes / Cronin / Rogers wedding, a whirlwind romance found the two of you exchanging vows a year later in an extravagant ceremony that had papers, magazines and tv shows alike wondering how soon and which one of you was going to show.

If it was up to you it would be neither.  But Maria was a different story.

Spending more time with the Avengers outside of work through your friendship with Mrs. Rogers-Barnes, she couldn't fail to notice how easily Morgan Stark, the Barton kids, Nicholas and Winnie all responded to you and how you in turn seemed to light up whenever you were around them.  You seemed to come alive with them in a way you rarely did with adults, being one of the few grown ups willing to spend hours  entertaining their games and encouraging their imaginations.  Surely then there was no obstacle to passing on the abundant amount of love that existed between both of you.  Or was there?

Every time the beautiful brunette brought it up or dropped hints regarding how good you were with children, you always wrote it off as nothing more than having the freedom to hand them back to their parents when you were done.  For you, this arrangement was simple.  There was no responsibility.  No fear of failure.  No sleepless nights wondering if the decisions you made today were the right ones or whether they would irreparably screw up your child's life in a week, a month or years down the road from now.

Yet how could you tell the love of your life something like that?  Having come from a home where one parent gave so much of themselves to their family to the detriment of their own sense of self and the other was a prime example of why certain people should be left alone, never mind being responsible for caring for and shaping another human being, you really couldn't reconcile the existence of a middle ground where peace, love, harmony and common sense helped to foster the perfect environment where children thrived and were accepted for the amazing individuals they could be.  Knowing all that, how could you tell someone you promised everything to that you would rather face down an alien invasion than be a parent?  Especially given how that same person had done that and lived to tell the tale.

The answer was you didn't have to.

Somehow, having only known you for a short time, Maria had an uncanny ability for reading all the little things you never told her.  Maybe it was because of her job?  Who knew?  Either way she knew your kind heart, which is how you figured you really ended up here.  Four weeks sequestered away with your wife in the Rogers-Barnes mansion getting a feel for the responsibility of caring for two mini super soldiers and an equally rambunctious husky while your friend got to engage in some quality, stress-free activities with both her husbands at the same time.  Still you had your doubts, but being reassured by Bucky and Christina that you and Maria were more than capable of handling the little ones, your other half was more than willing to get stuck in.

Leaving them talking by the living room as you wandered into the kitchen and tried to get comfortable around the place, it was a slight relief to discover that Steve alone shared your reservations or at least wasn't ready to have their kids in someone else's care for any amount of time just yet.  Going through every minute detail with you regarding security, the kids, the puppy, the mansion and of course the all important information for reaching them in an emergency, Christina finally kissing her children and dragging her husbands out of the house with a smile left you wondering where you went from here.

But you need not have worried.  After two sleepless nights where every little noise and flicker had you walking the floor checking on Nick, Winnie and Howler, no sinister goings on and Maria's tender embrace, heartfelt reassurances and talented body helped ease your fears that maybe this wasn't such a terrible mistake after all.  It also helped that Steve really had thought of everything when he designed this place.

Sporting enough toys and gadgets to stock most upmarket toy stores, the walk-in pantry and outdoor planting beds ensured that no occupant of the house, human or animal would get bored or hungry.  The fenced-in play area out the back also had everything to keep Nick and Winnie safe and entertained in all types of weather while the spacious yard allowed Howler ample room to run off the excess energy he accumulated watching over the little ones every night from his bed by the nursery door.  It helped too that the indoors also were not only under the watchful eye of Stark's super qualified A.I., but Steve and Bucky had ensured that the whole place was a baby-proofed fortress.  Even walking out with Maria and your temporary family in the surrounding countryside had you wondering if given the right start and foundation, you could overcome your fears and give Maria the only other thing in this world she truly wanted.

So as the microwave pinged, you found yourself once more back in the present as the woman you loved painted a picture of domestic bliss with a two year old on each hip as she followed the cute little puppy into the kitchen.  "Hey cupcake, Howler's nose seemed to indicate that lunch was ready.  Would he be right?" she asked, settling the kids into their chairs and coming round the island to place a tender kiss against your cheek before heading to the cabinet to fetch some bowls.

"Yeah snowflake," you replied with a smile as you opened the microwave door and carefully retrieved the kids' food before continuing, “and our plates are on the island.  Do you mind?” you asked while accepting their bowls from Maria as she then opened the door to let the little brown husky out for a run before grabbing your meals.  Spooning out the little ones’ food and handing one bowl to Maria, you then sat down beside Nick as she took her place beside Winnie and hoped once again that the mess would be kept to a minimum.  Having only really been responsible for them for almost two weeks so far, but having been a constant in their lives from the moment they were two months old, you had learned early on that though they were twins, they were both uniquely different.

Though you knew from your friendship with their mother that it was never found out who the father was, you could already see that each had their own defining traits and characteristics and this was also displayed during mealtimes with Winnie treating everything as playtime.  The sweet girl with her blonde waves and blue eyes who loved to be involved in everything, had seemed to be a fountain of endless energy.  Running, climbing, getting into things and places she shouldn't, it was as if nothing was beyond her.  A possible mini version of either super soldier through and through, you shuddered to think what trouble she would cause her parents as she got older.  While the dark haired Nick though quiet and reserved like his mom, still seemed every bit as sharp and destructive as his sister if the mood hit him.  Looking between the two as Winnie slapped her spoon into her food, a part of you wondered sometimes if he was happy being ignored in favor of his twin so he could maybe get up to worse shenanigans.  Still at present he seemed to be the angelic one, which is why you thought he seemed most comfortable around you.  Two peas in a pod, you and Nick seemed to like taking things at a measured pace while Maria and Winnie were even now making enough noise to wake the dead.

Feeding them somewhat easily since they were pretty good at helping themselves and then spending the remainder of the day playing with them, talking to them, changing them, washing them and settling them into bed while also looking after the puppy that seemed to interact so effortlessly with both kids, the routine seemed to be working well and family life seemed like something worth considering until the end of your third week.

Awakened by a cry, you carefully slipped out of bed and Maria's embrace before shushing Howler and opening the door of the nursery to find Nick sitting up in bed, while Winnie was crying in hers.  Looking quickly between your sleeping wife and the curious blue-eyed boy, you figured Winnie was the more immediate concern.  So walking towards her, you picked her up and placing her on the changing table, checked to make sure this was not the source of her discomfort.  Finding nothing soiled, you then placed her back down and did a quick check in with Nick before his sister's tears began to flow once again.  Checking the schedule and confirming that you and Maria had indeed completed every step Steve had laid out like every other night you’d been here, you suddenly thought back on something you had seen once in a movie and figured it was worth a try.

Closing the nursery door so as not to wake your sleeping spouse, you carefully positioned each child in your arms and then asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn on some soothing music.  Dancing around the floor in time with the tune, half an hour later found two little ones securely back in the land of candy floss clouds and chocolate streams as you began to acknowledge, if only to yourself, that perhaps there was some hope for you after all.  Asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to then lower the volume, you carefully settled each child back in their cribs and almost undid all your efforts by releasing a tiny squeal when a body pressed against your back and two arms encircled your waist.  "Need a hand?" Maria asked before kissing your neck and reaching out to finish placing a blanket over little Nick who thankfully slept on obliviously to this new intruder.

"Hey, leave them alone.  They just fell asleep." you replied in a low, shaky voice so as not to erase the achievement of the past half hour.

Ignoring you and carefully finishing what she had started, Maria then turned back towards you, took your hand and walking out of the nursery, closed the door before leading you over to the bed.  "Hey cupcake, why didn't you wake me?" she asked as she sat down with her back against the headboard and pulled you down to sit between her legs.  "You know I'm here to help," she continued as her lips began to place soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.

"I know snowflake," you replied as you sank back against her warm body and allowed her lips to ease away your lingering cares, "but I didn't have the heart to wake you.  You looked so peaceful and work so hard."

"So do you," she reminded you as her lips left your skin while her hands began to work their way along your arms.  Moving, seeking and kneading out all the tightness she found along your shoulders as your body began to relax more, Maria couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at how easily, despite all your reservations, you had taken to looking after the little ones.  Oh she knew this life of domestic bliss was still a concept you couldn’t grasp, but she also knew that given the right nudge, that innate goodness and selfless nature of yours would lend itself perfectly to family life.  She now just had to get you in the right frame of mind to agree and oh did she have her ways.

Moaning softly under her talented fingers as your head fell back against her shoulder, your lips meeting hers told her everything she needed to know.  Despite the secret fears you harbored and which kept you awake most nights, the love both of you felt for each other was powerful enough to see you through anything.  Even kids.  And so as you closed your eyes and hummed in satisfaction, she figured now was as good a time as any to try again.

"Hey cupcake," she cooed by your ear as her hands left your shoulders and began the slow journey down your arms, "do you think these past two weeks have made you reconsider?" she asked as her fingers began to toy with the hem of your t-shirt.

"Reconsider what snowflake?" you asked as you arched out towards her wandering digits while your skin came alive under her ministrations..

"Having kids.  Starting a family," she clarified as she began to work your t-shirt off your body while her lips started exploring your skin once again.

Looking back on the last three weeks as well as the one to come, even you had to acknowledge that leaving this behind was going to be hard.  But how could you have this?  How would it work?  Despite Maria's precision and dedication at work, or perhaps because of it, you were the more sensible and practical one in the relationship.  You thought through everything more than once.  Followed every thought through every possible outcome and then returned to see if there was something you missed.  Even now as Maria's hands massaged your breasts while her fingers played with your nipples, your eyes wandered to the door that separated you and your devilish spouse from the two sleeping children.  Maria had no such cares however.  Playing your body like the finely tuned instrument she knew by heart, it seemed outside of work being carefree and adventurous was how she wished to exist.

So placing her legs over yours and gently spreading them open as her hands began to trail down towards your flower, her teeth nibbling on your earlobe had your hands shooting up to cover your mouth as a particularly loud gasp escaped your lips and drew the attention of what you thought was a sleeping puppy.  "Well cupcake, what do you say?" she asked again as her fingers now settled on your intimate area and began to travel through your quickly moistening folds, "want some beautiful girl calling you mama?  A sweet, devoted baby boy adoring you long after I’m gone?  You and I pregnant and barefoot together?" she now whispered in your ear as her fingers breached your sex and began pumping in and out of you at a steady pace.  "Can you answer me?"

Breathing through your nose as your hands still covered your mouth, the images she spoke of sprang to life before your very eyes.  As did the questions that invariably followed.  Could you handle two kids at once?  Sure you had been doing it for three weeks so far.  But Maria was with you all that time and the house really played a factor in how easy they were to manage.  Then there were the questions of something going wrong.  Pregnancy complications, health issues, your careers and all that that entailed.  On top of that there was the frightening thought that hit you the same time Maria's fingers zeroed in on your clit and g-spot and worked you towards your first orgasm of the night ... multiple births.

Sure the idea of a mini Maria running around the place thanks to an anonymous donor left a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart, but the thought of more than one.  At once.  And what pray tell if a child was to end up like you.  Sure you were kind hearted and selfless, but only to a point.  Cross that line, push you too far and you were like a totally different person.  Bitchy, selfish, arrogant even, these were not the type of personality traits that a child of yours would grow out of once the terrible two and teenage years were behind them.  Did you really want to deal with that?  Did Maria?

Coming down from your high as your beautiful wife gently coaxed your body towards another, your mind tried to think through the other options available to satisfy the wish you now accepted Maria was never going to let go of.  Adoption was controlled.  One child at a time and no more.  Your worse character traits hopefully mitigated through no genetic connection.  But that way could also be fraught with disappointment as Maria’s job all but ensured that rejection was the most likely outcome.  The same issue might occur with surrogacy.  Was it really worth the effort to track down a complete stranger who would approve of your careers and lifestyle to help fulfill your wife’s dream of having a family?

But still, she knew you too well.  Moving her unoccupied hand up to free your mouth as her other hand continued to make you feel like the center of the universe, the second your moans reached the room her lips captured yours once more in a passionate kiss before she spoke again.  "Stop thinking cupcake.  Shut off your brain for one second and allow your heart to feel.  Tell me what you want," she pleaded as her right hand continued to caress your soft walls while her left hand cupped your chin so your eyes never left hers.

Thrusting your hips down on her hand as your eyes searched her blue ones and saw nothing but confidence and adoration reflected back at you, you took a leap, stopped thinking and uttered the first thing that came out of your mouth.  "I want it all.  God help me, despite the fear and uncertainty I want to grow old with you as our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren learn to live, grow and love in this world you fight so hard to protect."

Watching now as her eyes glistened with unshed tears as you felt the moisture leave your own, a somehow invisible weight felt like it had been lifted off you as Maria swiftly removed her hand from your pussy, flipped you onto your back and crashed her lips down on yours once again.  Kissing you over and over again as her flowing hair formed a curtain around your faces, the love radiating from her was enough to tell you you had made the right decision.  Still now it was someone else's fears that had to be addressed.

"Are you sure?" Maria asked between kisses as both of your limbs became a tangle while your arms encircled her waist and held her closer than you ever thought you had before.  "You won't change your mind?" she choked out as her lips finally parted from you and her eyes searched yours for some sign that your head was once again in charge and her greatest wish was about to be snatched back from her before it had a chance to take hold.

Recognizing her fear as easily as any of your own, your heart broke that you could cause this reaction as your body rolled both of you over and tried to rectify the situation.  "No snowflake, I promise that won't happen," you reassured as you propped yourself up on your elbows and stared lovingly down at the hard assed S.H.I.E.L.D. agent whose tough exterior hid a heart bigger than the ocean.  Knowing now that you could no more deny her this one thing than you could the air in your lungs as you skimmed your fingers over her cheek, the soft murmurs echoing out from the nursery through the baby monitor created the perfect accompaniment to the tender love session that followed as you said goodbye to the night with new hope for the weeks and life ahead.

Wrapping you in her arms then as sleep finally fell over the peaceful mansion, a whispered exchange of I love yous had Maria dreaming of a wish fulfilled and all the life changing adventures that came with it.

Tagging:- @musingsinmoonlight

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