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[stevieschrodinger]

Part One of Rock Star Eddie and Baker Steve wrong number AU

Link to Part Two

Eddie's got dubious history with picture messages. Only a very small group of people have his number, considering he's the front man of a multimillion best selling metal band, he doesn't ever want his number to be public knowledge.

So yeah, picture message from and unknown number? Dubious.

Eddie's had enough dick and...vag...pics in his time that he, honestly, doesn't really want another. But when the picture is followed by a message, "were you thinking something like this?"

Well, Eddie's a curious guy. So, committing himself to the idea that this might be new number time, again, he opens the message.

To be confronted with a cake. A really fucking cool cake actually, it's got a car dashing around a muddy track on top with a big '5' in the middle. All of it looks edible, made out of...cake stuff. Eddie has no idea what it is, but it looks delicious.

"One layer chocolate, one layer red velvet? I can do any combination of flavours you want."

Well. Eddie isn't anything but impulsive and he was trying to figure out what the fuck to do for the 'quiet' celebration they were planning for going platinum. Again.

"I think you have the wrong number'" Eddie types, "but I definitely want to order a cake from you."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, unsolicited cake pics are the worst 😉"

And Eddie can't help it, he laughs, and types back, "if I told you I wanted three tiers of the darkest, spookiest, cherry chocolate what would you come up with?"

It takes a couple of minutes, but Eddie's phone pings twice in quick succession, the first picture is of a spooky orange cake clearly Halloween themed, covered in ghosts and skeletons and stuff. The second is jet black and has a coffin on top that looks like it's leaking green corrosive stuff and Eddie nearly throws his phone in excitement. "That! The second one!"

"🤣 that's an old pic, I was just starting out then, but everything is edible, the green slime is made out of jello"

"Where are you based and can you make it for the 15th? I'll get a courier to collect."

"Sure thing, how many portions? And I need a deposit up front. I'll do chocolate ganache and cherry filling."

"Errr...like, 150? Maybe?"

Eddie sits and watches as the dots appear and disappear, appear and disappear, and then there's a pic.

It's a selfie of the most beautiful man he's ever seen. And he's standing in a kitchen, holding a cake pan. Suddenly Eddie's phone is ringing in his hand and he is panicking because beautiful man is calling him. "Hello?"

"Hey, man, it's Steve, the cake guy?". Eddie assumes he makes an affirmative noise because Steve keeps talking, "anyway, that cake pan I'm holding is literally the largest one I own, even if I did three tiers, no way will it cater that many, I'm a small business, you know, it's just me. I can recommend you some companies I know would do a great job."

But then, Eddie will never get to talk to beautiful man ever again, "what if you made like, three cakes?". He asks desperately.

There's a long beat of silence on the phone, "I mean, in theory, I mean, it might cost you more than-"

"I'll pay it. I'll pay double, for, inconvenience, or whatever-"

And oh no, beautiful man has the most beautiful laugh too. Eddie's fucked. He's so fucked.

"I'll raise you, two cakes and fifty muffins?" Steve laughs again, and Eddie laughs right along with him.

Steve grabs his phone when it pings, hoping for Eddie. It is Eddie. It's a selfie from the neck down, like always, Steve still doesn't know what the guy looks like, but Eddie's wearing a deep red shirt that he's clearly just dumped a whole cup of coffee down, "hope your days going better than mine, sweetheart,"

Steve sends back a selfie with a lump of uncooperative modelling fondant in the background, "that depends, can you tell what this is supposed to be?"

Steve's pretty sure it's wierd to talk to a customer every day, but he's started to find he's looking forward to Eddie's messages. Even when they turn flirty. Especially when they turn flirty, maybe.

And maybe it's not exactly professional that Steve's found a lot of reasons to call Eddie. He just, needs to get this right, and if Eddie wants chocolate covered cherries on the cupcakes, well, Steve needs to call him and check, right? Right.

Steve heads out into the lounge with flour on his nose and a mixing bowl under his arm, Dustin, Lucas and Max are sprawled on the couch, El lying on the floor. He can hear Mike and Will fucking around outside. He spoons up some cherry mixture, "hey will you try-"

"Shhhhhhhh!"

Well. Rude. Steve looks to the interview they're watching on the TV. It's some metal band Steve vaguely recognises, and when the lead guy speaks...Steve has to sit down. Because that sounds a lot like-

"So, Eddie," the show host guy starts, and Steve's knees would go weak of he wasn't already sitting down. He's certain his stomach has left the building. "Seeing anyone?"

Eddie laughs, says no, but the band mate next to him makes a show of nudging Eddie and sharing a look.

The host picks up on it immediately, "so there is someone," Eddie's still shaking his head, but he's got a shy smile on his face that makes Steve feel like he's melting. "Come on Eddie, give us something."

"It's not a thing," Eddie flaps his hands, "don't make it a thing."

"Oh it's a thing alright," the audience laugh, "come on, give us something!"

Eddie looks uncomfortable for a second before shrugging, "they, uhm, they make the most amazing cakes you've ever seen."

#eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #baking #baker steve Harrington #rock star eddie munson #wrong number au #fan fic author #my fic writing #fan fic stuff #fan fiction

[sincerelyakilljoy]

YOU WANT IT WHERE?

pairing - boothill x fem!reader length - 1.6k words warnings - nsfw/18+ content, gun play (fucks you with his gun..), slight dacryphilia, choking, biting, slight degradation, pet names (darling, angel, pretty girl, doll..), mirror sex (brought up briefly), semi public sex (in a bar bathroom)

summary - boothill uses his revolver in ways you couldnt even imagine.

NOTES

sorry if some stuff sounds fucking dumb or something, its decently proofread...but once again thank you for reading! (Formatting mayyyy be weird because I uploaded it off my phone, I’ll fix it once I’m home!)

“C’mon doll, use them words f’me.” The cowboy tuts, gray eyes glinting in the light as he stares down at you, toothy grin revealing his sharp teeth.

He has your hands pressed against the bathroom wall of a random bar, hands stretched out in front of you as you spread your legs for him, dress and panties pooled around your ankles. You gasp as you feel the cold steel of his revolver dragging up your inner thigh, teasingly close to where you want it.

“Please…j…just…put it…” You can barely get the words out, sputtering needily as he teases you.

You don’t even know how long it’s been since he first dragged you into the bathroom, feeling like he’s been teasing you forever now, body littered with bite marks and hickies from earlier. Thighs feeling weak and wobbly as you stay standing, shaking and twitching as you let shaky whines slip from your lips.

“P-please, what? Spit it out, girl...” He mocks you, wolfish grin plastered on his face as he looks down at you. “Where you wan’ it? Right here, sweetheart?” He smirks, pressing the muzzle of the gun against your aching clit, rubbing the freezing metal against it in a harsh circular motion while he leans in, running his tongue from your jawline to the skin of your neck before roughly nipping at your pulse point.

You let out a pretty sob at the feeling, hips bucking back towards him as you slump forward, arms folding against the wall as you press your forehead against them. You try to position yourself so that all your weight isn't completely settled on your legs.

He steps back slightly, boots clicking against the concrete floor, shaking his head as you shift your position. “Uh, uh, arms straight out, angel.” He tuts, one of his metal hands moving to put your arms back to the previous position from before while keeping his revolver pressed to your throbbing clit. “Stay still, girl.”

You whine as he puts you back in place, arms outstretched in front of you once again. He slides a hand up your spine, humming with a smirk as he watches you shiver from the cold metal grazing your skin. He hums to himself as he presses his hand to the middle of your back, pushing you down to put you in a more arched position.

Boothill starts to drag the barrel of his gun between your wet folds, grinning as he sees the metal shine in the light from your slick. “Y’er so wet… Such a filthy little thing, aren’t ya’?”

He starts to slide the barrel back and forth between your drenched folds, muzzle nudging and bumping against your clit as you whine, thighs twitching and shaking from the dizzying feeling. Your hands balled into fists against the wall as your hips buck against the cold weapon in a stuttering rhythm.

Boothill stares down at you with a lazy smile, admiring the way you’re so needy, getting all hot and bothered just from his revolver pressing against your pussy. The way you’re moaning and whining sounding like music to his ears.

Absolutely filthy.

He leans in, his metal chest pressing against your back, settling his weight on you. He presses a wet kiss to your shoulder before biting down, his sharp teeth pressing into your skin, making you let out a loud yelp at the feeling.

He smirks at your yelp before lolling out his tongue to lave over the stinging bite mark, lapping up the small droplets of blood that bubbles from the wound. He continues to thrust the barrel of his revolver against your slick folds, your hips needily moving in tandem with the gun as lewd moans and gasps fall from your pretty lips.

Boothill slides the revolver along your folds one last time before pulling it away, looking at how your sticky juices drip down the barrel with a grin, a thin line of slick connecting your pussy to the gun's muzzle. “Such a needy girl, you want some more? Yeah?” Toothy grin evident in his voice as he sneers into your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

You gasp and nod your head needily, whining as he pulls the gun away from you soaking folds, leaving you keening for more. “Mhm… Need so’more…” You babble, gazing at him from one your shoulder once again, eyes silently begging him.

Boothill grew smug as he heard your whining and begging, his hand sliding from your hip to your throat, gripping it tightly as he roughly yanks you back towards him, making you gasp and stand up straight with your back pressed against his cold, steel chest.

He tightens his grip around your throat, squeezing with just enough force to have you gasping. He turns the both of you around so you’re looking into the bathroom mirror, seeing your flushed face and sticky thighs.

You look away in embarrassment, squeezing your eyes shut as you breathe shakily, head tilted back against his shoulder as his hand stays on your throat.

“C’mon, Angel. Take a look at yer’self...” Boothill grins, hand coming up to roughly grab your jaw, forcing your head in the direction of the mirror. “Open those eyes, girl. Don’t make me ask again.”

You look at yourself in the mirror, bite marks decorating your skin. The faint bruises from where his hands gripped your hips a little too tight, body looking disheveled like you’ve been through hell and back.

He slides his hand back to your throat, gripping it just as tightly as before while his other hand starts to drag his revolver up your stomach to your chest, harshly pressing the muzzle against the swell of your breast, making you let out a shuddering moan.

“Look at y’er face…lookin’ all pretty just f’me…” Boothill murmurs into your ear, running his wet tongue along the shell of your ear. Dragging the barrel of the gun over your breasts, freezing metal running over your sensitive nipples, making you gasp and squirm against him.

A pretty whine falls from your lips as you feel his tongue against your ear. Your eyes fall into a squint, looking at yourself in the mirror with bleary eyes, feeling yourself grow wetter. Your back arching hard against his steel body. His gun presses against your sternum as he drags the revolver down your stomach, back down to your needy pussy. Pressing the muzzle against your slick folds.

“Just look at how soaked you are… Just from me rubbing my gun against that pretty little cunt of yours.” He whispers into your ear, rubbing the revolver against your clit before sliding it to press it right against your entrance, making you gasp loudly.

“I bet I can just slide this ol’thing right into your soaked pussy…you want that, darlin’?” He murmurs, starting to press the muzzle into your cunt.

A shrill moan, one that can probably be heard from outside the bathroom, slips from your lips. You’re quickly quieted by Boothills hand moving from your throat to clasp around your mouth tightly, shutting you up as he pushes the barrel of his revolver further into your cunt, the cold metal stretching you wider.

“Need ya’ to keep quiet, gorgeous.” He hums, slowly starting to thrust the barrel in and out of you, making you squirm against him. Your sobs drowned out by his hand clamped tightly over your mouth.

“Just look at how your cunt’s swallowing my gun, such a dirty girl.” Boothill sneered, pushing the revolver's barrel in and out of you faster with a dirty smirk playing on his lips.

Your hands move to grip onto his steel forearms, holding onto him as tightly as you can as your hips buck in time with the shallow thrusts of his gun. You cry and whimper against his hand that muffles you, warm tears starting to roll down your cheeks as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, walls twitching around the metal barrel.

It's foul, downright disgusting the way your pussy squelches with each movement of the revolver. Arousal dripping down your thighs while your eyes squeeze shut, hips needily rolling in tandem with the weapons thrusts, desperately chasing your orgasm.

“You ‘boutta cum already, pretty?” Boothill grins as he leans in to run his tongue along your flushed cheek, licking up the salty tears rolling down your pretty face. “Go ahead, sweetheart, squirt on my gun like the filthy little thing you are.”

And just like that you do.

Loud, broken sobs and moans of his name falling from your lips, muffled by his hand clamped over your mouth. Your hips bucking pathetically as you cum, juices gushing out of you like a faucet. Drenching your inner thighs and the revolver’s barrel as it stays pushed deep inside of you. Your legs feeling weak and ready to give out as you slump back against him, whimpering as he fucks you with his revolver through your orgasm.

Boothill’s hand leaves to grab your jaw, forcing your head to look up as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. His long, black and white hair falling over his shoulders as he towers over you. His lips swallow your lewd gasps and whimpers, tongue licking the seam of your lips before forcing it’s way into your mouth. He groans quietly against your lips before pulling away slightly to nip at your bottom lip just to dive in once again, sliding his tongue with yours messily.

Once you start to calm down he starts to slowly slide his revolver’s barrel from your spent cunt, making you whine into his mouth from the loss of that full feeling, walls spasming around nothing as it slides out of you completley.

He breaks the kiss, intense eyes boring into yours as you pant breathlessly. His arm moves to wrap around your waist, holding you up against him as he leans in to rest his chin on your shoulder, peering down at you as he looks down at his revolver, drenched with your sticky arousal.

He smirks at the sight, his hand moving to bring his revolver to your lips, pressing the slick coated muzzle against them. “What a mess you've made...” He tuts, gently pushing the gun between your lips.

“Think you should clean it up like a good girl.”

#boothill honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr boothill #hsr x reader #boothill hsr #boothill x you #boothill #boothill x reader #fan fiction #fan fic author #smut fanfiction

[sadslay]

- BASOREXIA ⋆☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(n.) the overwhelming desire, or sudden urge, to kiss someone.

warnings — set during s1 ep6, very short (sorry), light nsfw content

daryl hadn’t known you for long, no more then a few weeks at most but in the short time he had known you, he felt as though he’d known you for years. thanks to not only his brother’s judgements but also his own, he believed you to be some entitled snob that would never looked twice in his direction. his jaw had just about hit the ground when he had discovered you had both grown up in the same neighbourhood, even went to the same community school before him and merle had moved away.

he could never describe the way he felt around you. daryl had always understood he was never smart, not in the ways that mattered or not in the ways that would impress you but he was sure - so goddamn sure - that were was a word or two to describe the way he’d felt about you in the short time he had come to know you. the word daryl was searching for - but would never find - was basorexia.

sitting on a countertop behind a rounded table, watching the others cheer and pour drinks brought a sense of familiarity to you. it reminded you of a simpler time. you focused on lori and rick as they playfully bickered on weather or not their son should try some of the red wine dale was serving, but daryl - who sat beside you, nursing a bottle of beer- was entirely focused on you. the way you looked under the white led lighting of the cdc bunker and the way you giggled as carl pushed away the small cup of wine he had just tried. everything you did was perfect in his eyes, absolutely everything.

“you gonna share that bottle dixon?” you queried, gently nudging into his shoulder as you flashed him cheeky grin.

daryl let out a breathy chuckle, not saying a word before handing you the brown bottle, watching you intently as you brought the bottle up to your lips.

“you should stick to soda pop kid.” shane mumbled as daryl stood up to walk around the table, in hopes to secure another bottle as the current one had almost run out.

“not you glenn.” daryl smiled - that was one of the first times you had seen him genuinely smile - leaning in to grab another bottle before teasing, “keep drinkin’ little man, i wanna see how red your face can get.”

“it seems to me we haven't thanked our host properly.” rick spoke, standing up to look at the man who had reluctantly let us in an hour or so prior.

“he is more than just our host.” t-dog smiled, raising his glass of red wine.

“booyah!” daryl cheered, raising a bottle of spirits into the air before sitting back down beside you, offering you a sip of the new liquor.

you placed the empty bottle of beer beside you before taking the bottle what you assumed was whiskey and cheering, “booyah!” before taking a swig.

“so when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here, doc?” shane asked, breaking the cheers and thanks coming from around the room, and almost instantly everyone fell quiet. “all the ah the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?” he asked, looking at the lone scientist.

“we're celebrating, shane.” rick answered quickly, sitting back down beside his son. “don't need to do this now.” he added.

“whoa, wait a second. this is why we're here, right?” shane asked rhetorically, looking at rick before continuing. “this was your move, supposed to find all the answers but instead we uh we found him.” shane explained, his very tome and expression seeming on edge and untrusting. “found one man. why?”

“well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left. went off to be with their families and when things got worse, when the military got overrun, the rest bolted.” the scientist explained, the entire mood shifting.

“every last one?” shane asked sarcastically.

“no, many couldn't face walking out the door. they... opted out. there was a rash of suicides. that was a bad time.” the scientist continued, his voice shaky as he explained the fate of the cdc.

“you didn't leave. why?” andrea asked, placing her half empty glass of wine onto the crowded table.

“i just kept working. hoping to do some good.” he explained.

“dude, you are such a buzzkill, man.” glenn groaned, looking at shane as he slumped back into his chair.

later that night, after every had begun settling in for the night you found yourself lying awake in a sleeping bag a meter or so away from glenn. your hair was still damp from the warm shower you had no more then an hour prior. you pulled yourself up from the sleeping bag, wrapping your arms around your chest before wandering out into the hallway to find all but one light left on. daryls room. the door had been left open, allowing you to lean up against the doorframe as you watched daryl pull a clean shirt over his head and shoulders before noticing the brown bottle by the head of his sleeping bag.

“still hoggin’ the bottle huh dixon?” you giggled, causing daryl to spin around as the rest of his shirt fell down his torso.

he weakly scoffed as his eyes traced up and down your body, most of your legs exposed from the shorts you had found in some drawers while a baggy shirt hid most of your figure.

“d’yer reckon we could find the rest of ‘is stash?” you asked eagerly, looking up at daryl as a breathy chuckle fell from his lips.

“nah, yer cut off woman.” he chortled, as you walked further into his room “yer already drunk as i am.” daryl added.

your eyebrows almost immediately pinched together as you dramatically scoffed, “that shower sobered me up real good.” you teased, bending down to grab the bottle before taking a sip of the room temperature liquor. “‘n what would be so wrong with that?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest.

“nothin’!” he defended, his hands weakly rising into the air before dropping back by his side. “s’just you look like you can’t handle your booze is all.” daryl teased.

you dropped down onto the near by couch as you slurred, “i can handle my liquor jus’ fine.”

closely you watched daryl as he plopped down beside you, taking the brown bottle from your hand before taking another swig.

“women can never handle their liquor.” he mumbled, a weak laugh escaping his lips, making you frown.

“dixon.” you mumbled, looking across to his eyes as they remained focused on the bottle in front of him. “that sounds like a challenge.” you smirked causing the man to look up with a devilish grin plastered on his lips.

he extended his arm, offering the bottle to you. you took the bottle from daryl causing a soft giggle to leave your lips as you brought the rim of the bottle up to your mouth. taking another swig of the brown liquor - burning your throat - you rested the bottle in your lap.

“yer gonna be wasted.” he noted, trying to hide the grin sneaking onto his lips.

“you’ve never even seen me drink,” i scoffed, “for all you know i could’ve been a drunk before all of this rubbish.” i added, handing the bottle back to daryl as he shuffled a little closer.

“‘cept i do, yer told me ‘bout an hour ago that you barely had your first drink before the world went to shi-.” daryl teased, his words cut off as your hand covered his mouth, quietly shushing him.

“i told you that in confidence, and i said first legal drink.” you pouted as daryl’s hand lifted up to connect with yours that was still covering the majority of his mouth.

you could feel daryls breath on the palm of your hand as he let out a small chuckle but as his hands slowly began to peel yours away from his mouth, his lips began to purse, leaving a soft kiss on your skin. you watched him as his lips continued further down your wrist, his hand loosening before finally letting go to reattach at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him as you lips met. quicker then you could have ever imagined the kiss grew heated and passionate as you found yourselves pulling each other closer. in an act of desperation you pulled yourself onto his lap, resting your knees on either sides of his hips as you sat down on his lap, but it still didn’t feel close enough.

when you had suddenly pulled your lips away from daryls, leaving him confused and afraid that he had overstepped, but as your hands cradled his cheeks and a smile began to creep onto your lips he was left in a state of confusion.

“been waitin’ for yer to do this for a while.” you grinned, your eyes wandering around daryls face, admiring every little detail thanks to the close proximity.

“thought you were only doin’ this cause you’d been drinkin’.” he answered glumly, his hands still loosely hovering over your hips.

you shrugged weakly, a smirk creeping onto your lips as you whispered, “needed some liquid courage.” before your lips connected to his prickled jawline.

“scared of me huh?” he asked, his grip tightening around your waist as your delicate kisses began to tickle his skin.

“m’not scared of you.” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, slowly beginning to work your way back to his lips.

but just as you went to reconnect your lips, daryl slightly pulled away, his eyebrows pinched together as he whispered, “ya think i’d say no to yer?”

you stayed silent, shyly nodding. heavy breaths filled the room as a weak muffled scoff left daryls lips. you let out a little chuckle at your own foolish mind for getting in the way of an action you had been wanting to pursue for some time now.

“didn’t think i was your type.” you commented, combing a piece of hair out of your face before your hand reattached to the base of daryl’s neck.

“didn’t think i was ya type either.” he breathlessly chuckled, his hands remaining firmly gripped onto your waist.

a soft giggle left your lips as your lips momentarily connected with daryls before pulling away to whisper, “your one hundred percent my type.” you smiled, your very words making daryl scoff in disbelief before your lips reconnected with his.

daryl was in heaven on earth. he had never imagined this happening and now with you on his lap, your mouth slowly beginning to part from his lips as you trailed down his chin and jaw, your entire body now beginning to slide down. his chest rose and fell heavily as you rested on your knees, your hands now beginning to fiddle with his belt buckle.

“ya- yer don’ have ta-“ a groan slipped from daryls lips as you began to peel away his jeans, the very action sending him into a euphoric state and with you on your knees before him, something much more lustful and libidinous began to grow.

the following morning daryl woke up to you wrapped around his body, the sleeping bag - intended for one person use - was sprawled out over your two bodies, providing some warmth. your arms were wrapped around his torso, and your legs were intertwined with his. daryl looked down at you, admiring your soft delicate feature as you peacefully slept for the first time in months.

daryl thought you were so deep in sleep that nothing could possibly wake you, so when a strand of your hair fell across your face, tickling your nose and lips, daryls hand rose from his side. as he began to brush away your hair, your eyes began to flutter open, causing daryl to freeze as he trucked the strand of hair behind your ear.

“morning.” you grumbled, your arms pulling away from the warmth of daryls body to stretch.

“mornin’.” he hummed, following your actions of sitting up right, the pair of you sitting shoulder to shoulder. “yer hungover?” daryl teased, beginning to rub his face before combing his hair out of his face.

“shut up.”

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[last-herondale]

Almost Pt. 2

Bucky POV (W/ FemReader)

Angst, heartbreak, sadness

Tw: some mild curse words

AN: Hellooooo. I had an idea for a part two! Two fics in one week? Who do I think I am? 😳 anyway here is Bucky’s point of view on what happened after part one! Will link below! Maybe this will be a new series? Idk feeling ambitious 🤣

Part 1

Part 3

Enjoy 🤘🏼

It had been six weeks since Steve’s party. Six agonizing weeks of silence. Forty-two days of not hearing your voice. One thousand and eight hours of not seeing you smile at my stupid jokes. Sixty thousand, four hundred, and eighty minutes of not seeing the light dance in your eyes whenever you saw me enter the room. Three million, six hundred thousand twenty eight, and eight hundred seconds since I saw you walk away from me during that party after confessing your love for me.

You said you needed time. I respected that. I understood that.

After you bared your soul to me, I told you what I thought you needed to hear. That I wasn’t good enough for you. That you deserved better. It was difficult to stand there and see the light die from your eyes as I said these things. It was painful to see you cry, knowing that I had been the one to cause you that pain. But it was devastating for me to realize that despite how much I loved you, how much I cared for you, that the words I said were still true. Agonizingly so.

I expected that this type of honesty would destroy our friendship. Even though I still held out hope in my selfish mindset that we could continue on like we had in the past. Spending our free nights together, laughing, joking, having fun together, sharing memories, crying, hugging, everything we used to do…

But of course, those dreams had not come into fruition.

When you volunteered to be shipped out of the country for a mission the day after Steve’s party, I knew it was to get away from me. And despite my frustration and worry about you leaving on some dangerous mission without me in the state you were in, Steve assured me that you would be fine. He didn’t know the extent of what happened, but Steve being the inquisitive son of a bitch he is, he was able to connect some of the dots at least. Surprisingly he didn’t lecture or judge me. I was expecting to get an earful from him about how I treated you, led you on, and hurt your feelings, but in return I got nothing.

The mission was only supposed to last for two weeks, but as the days grew longer, the whole team was on edge when the two of you didn’t return. Steve kept communications with Tony, and he would pass along the messages to the rest of us. “They hit a snag. They are safe but they are bunking down for a bit.”

I felt like I was on pins and needles. I just needed to know you were safe, that you were okay. I must have looked worse for wear around the tower, because even Nat noticed and had a conversation with me in my room. It was a little strange. Having her back in my apartment, alone, her fiery gaze still as piercing as it was when we were together. But those feelings I held for her were gone. Something else lingered there, a fondness for the time we had, but nothing more.

I knew she was your best friend, so I assumed you told her everything about what happened at the party, but when she came into my apartment with a stern gaze on me, arms crossed and all, all she said was.

“I don’t know what happened the other night at Steve’s party, but you need to stop moping and get a grip.”

“I’m fine. Stay out of it,” I said with an icy tone.

Nat just rolled her eyes and jabbed a finger at me. “If you don’t feel anything for her, then stay away or get your shit together. She cares about you too much to walk away from you, Bucky.” Nat’s voice grew softer as she thought of you. “Whenever she comes back, and she will come back, she needs to heal. She cannot continue to be your emotional support puppet. It's draining her, James. Every time she returns from hanging out with you I see less and less of her return. She cannot continue to give you all of her heart when she is receiving none of it back.

“So for her sake, please, let her go.”

It was a hard thing to hear, but it was necessary. I stopped driving myself mad with when you would return. It was difficult, maddeningly so, but after another week I was able to distract myself enough with other things… other people. I did a few missions here and there, nothing that took me out of the country, but it filled some of the time I had to think about you.

I spent time with Nadia, the girl I had gone on a few dates with, the girl I had broken your heart over. Our relationship was purely physical. She was another distraction, someone to pass the time with. She didn’t seem to mind the distance I put between us. We weren’t exclusive by any means, and she was free to explore all of her options, but that was as far as that would go. Not that I could ever tell you this, even though I wanted to.

That was the shittiest part of it all. I missed you. Constantly. I missed talking with you about every single part of my day. I missed hearing about your day, or the silly little thoughts that swirled in your curious head. I missed spending my weekends with you, staying up until the sun rose, seeing you curled up in a ball on my couch, sleeping so peacefully. The ache in my chest never ceased, but I was able to drown away the thought of you for moments at a time.

And then you returned.

It was like a blow to the heart, seeing you standing in the kitchen, casually making yourself a bowl of cereal. Your skin seemed tanner than when you left. Clearly you had been somewhere where the sun kissed your skin for long periods of time. You looked beautiful, even just in your morning casual wear. You hadn’t noticed me yet. I was frozen in the entryway, trying to think of something intelligible to say to you, when Steve walked in through the other way. He too had not noticed me yet, his skin also sunkissed and a bit long.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before any sound could come out, I watched as my best friend slid his arms around your waist, turned you around in a swift and gentle motion, and kissed you. Ice filled my veins and it felt as if a rock had dropped in my stomach. I staggered backwards a bit, hiding myself more in the darkness of the archway as I saw the scene unfold.

Steve was kissing you. His hands were gentle around your waist, and although you were taken by surprise in the moment, you stood on your toes to be more on his level. You cupped his face and smiled. You were smiling. You looked…happy.

I slipped away back down the hallway and into my room before I could see more. The image of my best friend kissing the love of my life was burned into my mind. I sat on my bed in a disgruntled mess, fighting the strange waves of feelings that were swirling in my body.

You were finally back. You were safe. At that I was able to release the tension in my chest that I had been holding since you left. And then… Steve. What had changed during those six weeks you were gone? Was it serious? Did you love him? Did he love you? These questions paced back and forth inside of my brain until I was nearly dizzy.

It was the memory of Nat’s voice that stuck out amongst my own thoughts. “Let her go.”

You had been happy in that kitchen. Steve was a good man, too good to play with someone’s feelings if he didn’t truly feel something for them. Steve was good for you. That’s what I wanted, wasn’t it? The reason why I broke your heart in the first place? To set you free to find someone that would love you in all the ways I was incapable of doing. Why was I mad that you had done that? Why did I want to punch Steve for kissing you?

I clenched my fists as I sat on the bed. My body shook with so much emotion. In the torental storm that was my mind, I tried to focus on one memory. The only one that mattered. That night on the balcony. You had stood there, hair swirling in the breeze, more beautiful than the night sky. And you said it.

“I’m in love with you.”

The words calmed me. The memory of that night grounded me. Your tears. Your sadness. Your anger. I caused that. “I’m in love with you.” That is what you told me. And even though I wanted to scream it back, to shout it from the roof that I loved you too, instead I denied you. I threw it back in your face to save you from what I am. I hurt you, and this was my punishment. Seeing you pick up the pieces of that love that I shattered and give it to someone who would nurture that love.

I sat there thinking and thinking, until my head was pounding. I laid down on my bed, the image of you kissing someone else burning in my head.

“I’m in love with you too,” I muttered to myself.

Then, as tears began to silently fall down my face, I began to laugh.

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[tonyzaret]

Today’s writers are repetitive, uncreative and, sorry to say, not fit to be mentioned in the same breath as golden-age legends of Markiplier pregnancy fanfiction such as myself

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[k1ranishf4]

Being a writer means writing the darkest, most depressing, extremely heartbreaking and angsty scene while jamming out to Hips Don’t Lie

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[frenchkisstheabyss]

Being a black, queer, plus sized fic reader I realized almost immediately that if I wanted to feel included I’d have to write them myself.

While it’d be nice if everyone wrote inclusively, that’s simply not the way it is. The predominantly thin or at least thin aspiring, straight, white community will write for themselves by default.

If we wanna see ourselves in fics we’re gonna have to write it ourselves and actively support inclusive writers when we find them.

Legendary black writer Octavia Butler once said, “You got to make your own worlds. You got to write yourself in.” I live by this quote as a writer in and outside of the fic world.

You’ve got to write yourself in, darling. We who aren’t white, straight, thin, able bodied, etc folks have to write ourselves in because people who aren’t us won’t do it for us.

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[beabidobi]

𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐭

P2 - “tell me i’ve got it wrong somehow.”

P1 - “if it’s all in my head, tell me now.”

pairing: f!reader x miguel o’hara

content warnings: angst, alcohol use, drunk miguel, arguing, no happy ending, swearing

word count: 418

Miguel stumbled into the house at 2:15AM, knocking over a photo frame on the side as he shakes of his shoes. He grimaces as he hears your footsteps coming down the hallway and you appear, holding a slipper in your hand as though a weapon.

“Lo siento, cariño. ‘S just me.” His attempts as sounding sober were obviously unsuccessful by the look on your face. Your hair down and Miguel’s shirt hanging loosely from your smaller frame.

“It’s two in the morning Miguel.” You say as he drops his keys onto the kitchen table.

“Yeah, well I went to the bar with some other spiders to celebrate. It’s not a big deal I’m home now.” Miguel replies, as if he’s the one with the right to be irritated. “I’ll make it up to you.”

A while ago, those words would’ve comforted you but now you knew they were just empty promises. And most times, you’d let it go. “When have you ever?”

Miguel didn’t expect you to say anything, as you never had before so it catches him by surprise which he quickly covers up. “I have things more important in my life then your fucking insecurities.” He retorts, popping open a can of beer from the fridge.

“My insecurities? Are you kidding me? You haven’t been home all week and you don’t answer my calls nor my texts. I’m not your fucking side piece you can pick up when you feel like it!” You snap, earning an eye roll from Miguel. You grab the can from his hand and loudly place it on the counter. “Will you please just listen to me?”

“What, so you can carry on shouting down my ear?” He asks and picks his can back up. “I’m going to bed.”

You watch as he walks away, drunkenly walking against the wall to the bedroom. You run a hand through your hair, tugging at it angrily before grabbing the dust pan and brush to collect the broken pieces of glass on the floor from the photo Miguel had knocked off while holding back tears. You scoop them all up, drop them into the trash and kneel back down to retrieve the photo on the floor. The photo is one you took in Paris, a trip Miguel planned for you both. A blissful, almost unrecognisable time when you were both happy and content with each other. The tears finally fall as you sob on the hardwood floor while Miguel’s fast asleep in the other room.

P3 - “i know my love should be celebrated.”

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[savannahsdeath]

DEALER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

♯christmas visit

PART 1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: your mom, who hates ellie and thinks youre a disappointment, visits you for christmas. its not a big surprise she wasnt happy with seeing youre still roommates with a drug dealer

warnings: 18+!! language, weed mentions, part2 contains smut

authors note: i know its july hushhh😓😓also my requests are still opennn !!

You were sitting inside on Christmas, with a hot cup of tea next to you, watching the snowy landscape outside. It was snowing steadily, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Ellie walked up behind you and started playing with your hair. You smiled as you leaned your head back and let her fingers roam through your hair.

"So, when is your mom visiting?" She asked.

"She'll be there soon. Why, getting impatient? Can't wait?" You chuckled.

You knew Els hates her.

"What do you mean, impatient?" Ellie huffed. "Of course I can't wait, she'll see what a wreck you've become and be so disappointed in you. 'Oh, y/n, what do you mean you're not working in a corporation but actually doing something you enjoy?!'" She mocked your mother's high pitched voice.

Ellie is spot on about your mother. She always had this idea of what she wanted you to do, and never could understand why you chose a different path. Ellie has a way of making you feel better, though, putting everything back into perspective.

"Ouch! What did my mother do to you?" You ask, as you lightly swing behind Ellie and tap her head with your index finger. "She's gonna be here soon. Come on, it's Christmas. Can't we all get along?" You say, as you move back to sitting in the couch, this time with Ellie laying her head on your lap, with the snow-covered trees outside seen out of the window.

Ellie shifts her body towards you and she continues to snuggle her head into your lap while giggling. "Why can't we just all get along?" She repeats teasingly. "Well... maybe because she never approved of me? Your mother has always thought I'm some sort of free-loader, and she thinks I'm going to drag you down or something." Ellie says with a mocking tone, and adds in more of your mother's voice.

"Maybe because she found out you sell weed around the town. Makes sense to me." You chuckled and this time you started to play with her hair.

"Maybe I should sell some to your mother, she clearly needs to relax and not be such a stickler all the time." Ellie snickered, as she nuzzled up to you and closed her eyes.

"I wish that'd work. Just try to be nice and she should be gone after an hour, not a big deal." You chuckled as a memory of her previous visit played in your mind. Her and Ellie... don't go along well. "Okay, she'll be there soon. If she'll get suspicious, we're just friends and roommates, nothing romantic, alright?"

"Aww, really? Just roommates and nothing else?" Ellie teased as she sat up, placed her hands under your chin and made you look into her eyes. "Fine, you can keep denying that I'm your girlfriend, and just let your mother keep living in denial." Ellie giggled, before planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you. Oh, and..."

You lectured her about do's and don't's, hoping she'll listen. As you finished what you were saying, you could hear a knock at the door, followed by a quick ring of the doorbell. You looked over at Ellie and chuckled, as your mother's previous visit flashed through your mind again. "Act all formal and proper." You said with a sarcastic tone, before standing up to answer the door.

"No problem." Ellie chuckled as she got off the couch and stood next to you.

As you opened the door, you saw your mother standing outside, wearing a long coat to keep her warm, as she stared at you intensely. Before you could react, she walked straight into your apartment and shouted at you. "What have I told you about being with that girl?!"

"It's nice to see you too, mom." You managed to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her, as you gave Ellie an apologizing look.

She was already prepared for your mother's harshness as she saw it coming, and as you looked back at her, she gave a comforting smile, before she turned away.

"No, don't you 'it's nice to see you' me... What are you, in a relationship with her?" Your mother yelled at you as she pointed back at Ellie. She noticed your nervous glance towards the young girl, and her eyes narrowed.

"Jesus, no, of course not!" You lied, gesturing for her to sit down.

Your mother, who looked quite pissed off, gave you a look of disbelief. "Really? The way you keep glancing towards her says otherwise." She huffed, as she took off her coat and hung it up on the hanger before sitting down.

"We're friends." You sat on a chair next to Ellie, opposite your mother. You nervously squeezed your roommate's hand, hoping it will go unnoticed.

As you held Els's hand, she looked down and squeezed your hand back, as she tried to hold back any signs of affection towards you.

"Friends who hold hands and spend Christmas together? Yeah, right." Your mother scoffed.

You sighed, biting your bottom lip and looking at Ellie as you weren't able to hold eye contact with your mother.

"I'm sorry, don't listen to her." You mouthed so the topic of your sentence won't hear it.

"Oh, don't worry." Ellie mouthed back to you, as she placed her hand on your thigh under the table. You could tell she wasn't hurt by all the insults - she looked like she's holding back a laugh.

Your mother glanced over at Ellie, who seemed to be taking the whole situation quite well. Seeing her daughter's girlfriend smiling and smirking at her made your mother seethe. "You think this is funny?" She asked Ellie, with a harsh tone.

Before Ellie could respond, you spoke up, to avoid any further drama. "Look, can we just drop this topic? It's Christmas, and I didn't want to have a fight on this day, alright?"

Your mother turned to you and scoffed. "Oh yeah, a little Christmas cheer is going to make all this non-sense go away." She said in a sarcastic tone. "You know, if you just listened to me and broke things off with... her... then we wouldn't even be in this situation." She gestured back at Ellie with exaggeration.

"What did she even do? Do you still can't get over her weed business? God, mom, that's not the end of the world." Your tone matched your mother's as you started to get more and more embarrased by how she treats your girlfriend. Meanwhile, Ellie couldn't care less - she was smirking, her hand moving up and down your thigh.

Your mother stared back at you, with an expression filled with disappointment and anger. "Your little 'friend' is nothing more than a lowlife druggie, who lives with you just to drag you down to her level." She said with exaggeration again.

Ellie looked more amused as she saw how your mother was acting towards her, and she was having a hard time hiding her smirk. The hand on your thigh started to boldly slide up.

You gave her a 'you're not helping' look as she was, in fact, really distracting you.

Ellie giggled, as she saw you trying your best to ignore her hand moving up and down your thighs. You felt a sensation running through your body, which caused your face to turn red. You tried your best to keep your composure, as your mother was still berating Ellie.

Your mother's face showed a look of disgust as she quickly realized what was happening between you and your girlfriend, and it only grew her anger.

Oh, god...

i will probably post part two tomorrow since i have it already written!!🫣

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[slvttyplum]

hey lovelies!

i just hit 5k followers and i want to thank you all so much. this really means a lot for me because i didn’t even think i would get any likes on my posts but you guys really boosted me up and i really can’t thank you guys enough.

i will be going on spring break soon so i can get out more stories so if you have any requests please please go ahead and type them up and let me know.

i know this is a long shot but i also want you guys to ask me questions as well.

i’ve always loved to write and seeing people actually enjoy my writing is surreal so any questions about me or even my favorite flower will make me happy.

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[stevieschrodinger]

Part Four - Baker Steve/Rock Star Eddie wrong number AU - Final chapter/complete

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

The kids are quiet in the back.

There ended up being ten of them. Once Steve realized that eight people would not fit in his car, he talked to Nancy. Nancy sighed out of her nose the way she does, but Steve already knew she was going to say yes, especially with Mike ready to literally throw himself at her feet to beg.

And then obviously Jonathan had to come along. Turns out he actually, really, genuinely likes Corroded Coffin and was as excited as the kids to learn Steve had tickets. Well, excited in that understated, no energy for anything ever way that Jonathan has about him.

So yeah, Mike went with Nancy and Jonathan, which meant Dustin and Will got pushed in that direction. Steve could breathe a sigh of relief; that left him with Max, El, and Lucas. The sensible ones. The nice ones.

If you ignore how scathing Max could be. So the girls have an earbud each from Max’s phone and Lucas seems to be content to stare out of the window while Max stoically pretends they aren’t holding hands.

It’s cute.

Robins’ looking at the side of his face, Steve can feel it. He raises an eyebrow, ‘what?’

Robin raises both her eyebrows tips her whole head in question, ‘how you feeling?’

Steve shrugs, tilts his head dismissively. The he rethinks his answer for a more honest one, lifting one hand off the wheel to, out of sight of the kids, make a rocking gesture, ‘so-so.’

Robin nods sympathetically, seeming content with his answer, ‘that’s fair.’

He’d told Robin, obviously, that he’d hit it off with a customer and developed a monster crush and hopefully fingers and toes crossed that customer liked him back. He had not told her who Eddie actually is though, because even though it’s Robin and Steve did once get her to look at his dick because he thought something looked weird, (“It looks weird Steve, it’s a dick.” “Yeah, but weird like, see a doctor weird?”) and they have literally no secrets between them...this isn’t his secret.

Until tonight.

And Steve had to tell her just because tonight he might...actually get to meet Eddie. For real.

Once she’d finished squealing and beating him with a pillow, she’d understood.

So.

Steve’s kind of got a hurricane worth of butterflies in him.

Steve has detailed instructions and a QR code in the form of the email he printed from Eddie. All the kids laughed at him because ‘no one prints tickets any more, Steve’ but he was nervous, okay? And phone batteries can die or the internet could not work or. Yeah. He wanted a sure thing.

So they all go to the gate that the email says, and when the QR code gets scanned the woman with the scanner points off to the side, “can you wait there please,” and then pulls out a walkie talkie and speaks into it, “Steve Harrington has arrived.”

There’s a blast of static which, presumably, she understands, and then she goes back to doing her job. Less than five minutes later, five minutes filled with everyone but Robin demanding, “what the actual fuck, Steven,” someone else arrives. A guy with a tablet, a headset, and a very, very 100% done look on his face shows up. He’s wearing Corroded Coffin merch and asks the group to follow along. Which they do.

They’re led along white washed corridors, clearly under the stadium, and get dropped off in a room. A room with a TV on, and snacks and drinks, “this is all for you, go for it, I’ll be back before the support goes on.” And the dude leaves.

The girls, priorities sorted, lay into the snacks. Dustin and Mike are insisting again, “what the fuck is going on?” and getting ever more obnoxious about it.

Steve, very smugly, informs them that he, “knows a guy,” and settles down with the girls and a bag of Cheetos. He’s going to enjoy this while it lasts, watching Dustin splutter over it is very satisfying.

Steve wasn’t expecting any of this. He’s playing it as cool as he can, but he was expecting to get tickets, see the show, call Eddie after and maybe get to see him. He wasn’t expecting to be perched in seats the have been put at the side of the stage, just for them. Someone keeps checking on them, to bring them drinks and snacks.

He’s probably, right now, less than fifty feet from Eddie Munson. Eddie, who's wearing torn up skin tight jeans, shit kicker boots and nothing else. Eddie, who has his guitar slung at his back as he roars into the microphone.

The crowd are going batshit.

Steve’s slowly going insane. When the stage lights finally, finally go down, Steve thinks, this is it. He’s going to meet Eddie. Now is his moment.

The lights come back up, they play an encore. It’s four fucking songs long. Steve’s pulling his hair out as is genuinely concerned he might be sick.

The kids don’t notice; they’ve all just been given gift bags brimming with merch.

The band come over, once they’re finally done. They’re red faced and sweaty and the kids are all vibrating with excitement but Steve doesn’t care, he just doesn’t, because he can very clearly see Eddie leaving the other way. Disappearing off the other side of the stage. Away from Steve.

Well, fuck that.

Gareth is standing practically right next to Steve, signing the kids merch and talking to them, “where is Eddie?”

All the other members of the band look at Steve, and all of them look sheepish as fuck. “He’s, uhm, you know, busy.”

“Busy,” Steve replies, deadpan. And then it occurs to him. Eddie doesn’t know, so they don’t know. They think they’re keeping Eddie’s secret. “I know. I know it’s him. I want to see him.”

Every member of the band visibly relaxes, “see, I fucking told you he’s worked it out-” Jeff starts.

“Eddie is such a shitty liar,” Gareth agrees.

“Yes, he is. And I know it’s him, and I’ve known for ages, and now he’s…” Steve gestures weakly in the direction Eddie disappeared in.

“Having a meltdown in a greenroom because he thinks you’re going to hate him when you realize he’s been lying to you,” Jeff supplies helpfully.

“What the fuck is happening??” Dustin screeches. Steve pushes him away with a hand on the forehead.

Gareth laughs, “come on man. One way to settle this and honestly, I am so ready for it. I am done with his pining.”

Steve perks up immediately, jogging along after, “he’s been pining?”

Steve is left with a thumbs up, standing in an empty hallway, looking at a very, very unassuming door. He lifts his hand to knock but...can’t.

It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like...like them. So after a few moments of indecision, Steve jogs a little way along the hall and then pulls out his phone, calling Eddie.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Eds.”

“You enjoy the show?”

“I did, yeah, thank you, so so much. The kids loved it too. And all the, you know, extra stuff, it was all amazing...but I had, kind of hoped I’d get to see you tonight?”

“Yeah,” Eddie starts slowly. Painfully slowly, “about, about that-”

“Look,” Steve sighs, now genuinely terrified that this is it, and it comes out a little sharper than he means it too but, he's...kind of scared that this thing is going to die before it even starts, “if you don’t want to meet up, I get it.”

“No. No Steve, it isn’t that. It really, really isn’t, it’s just...I might have, withheld something from you. Slightly.”

“Is it that, you're Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin’s front man?”

“You see, the thing is, I’m actually, Eddie, like the lead singer guy of-wait. Wait. Hold up. You- Steve. Stevie. Honey. What?”

“I know who you are Eddie. I’ve known for a while. I’m outside. The room. Like, I'm standing outside the door.”

“Oh,” Eddie breathes. And then...nothing.

“Eds?” Steve asks, tentatively.

“I was just...you don’t know what it’s like Steve. To be this famous. No one just...treats me like a normal guy. Not ever. Everyone wants something from me, you know? Everyone just thinks I’m rich and famous and I can do things for them. They only ever want to talk about the music and the shows and the fame and...I just...I’m...someone to fuck for bragging rights, not because anyone actually cares...no one. No one ever treats me, like, well, like a person. And you have, Stevie, this whole time you’ve just...been normal. I want someone who likes me for me... And I missed normal so much, and I thought, I was scared that once you found out I’d loose that but...you’ve known this whole time?”

Steve’s heart is kind of breaking for Eddie, and he wants to comfort him, show him nothing’s changing, but he isn’t going to force anything on him, this is Eddie’s choice, “yeah. I’ve known...pretty much the whole time yeah. You’re a...well, absolutely atrocious liar, Eddie Munson.”

“Yeah?” and Jesus he sounds like he’s laughing and crying a little, “are you, did you say you were outside? Are you still-”

“I’m here, right outside the door.”

“I. I, okay. Yeah. Yeah.” And then Eddie hands up.

And for a really long, really long minute, Steve worries that’s it. Eddie’s not going to open the door and-

The door opens slowly, Eddie peeking out at Steve. Steve can’t help laughing. And then Eddie laughs, coming the rest of the way out, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. His eyes are red rimmed, like he’s been crying, and Steve’s desperately trying to blink back the tears himself, “can I hug you?”

“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice is rough from the gig, much more noticeable now in person, “yeah, I’d like that.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate, throwing his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and pulling him tight close. Eddie’s more tentative, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and then...nuzzling into the side of Steve’s neck. Eddie takes a deep breath and...relaxes against Steve.

They stand there, hugging, Steve’s face buried in Eddie’s sweaty curls, swaying gently together in the quiet hallway.

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[missluckycharms]

Dom Harry is totally shy when y/n introduced him to her friends :)

I may have added a lil twist to this, lemme know what you think!

Y/N’s friends knew about Harry.

They knew everything she’s told them, from how amazing he is to her right down to how he loves to cuddle her puppy when he stays over and she creeps up in the middle of them in bed.

And also the fact he’s deaf, but she doesn’t focus on that as he’s just the same as them all — he loves to party and loves ordering McDonald’s at 3am when he just wants a large soda with ice because he’s craving it.

Her friends we surprised at first when she told them he was deaf, but the surprise soon turned to guilt as they told her they didn’t know sign language to interact with him — she soon reassured them it’s okay, she can teach them if they wanted and that Harry was very good at lip reading.

So, when the time rolled around for them all to finally meet the Harry that has their friend in a love bubble, they were excited, but Harry was a little nervous. He doesn’t do well with new people, but he knew this was important to Y/N, and he would never let her down, he hates when she pouts or even looks upset, he could never hurt her.

“It’ll be fine, trust me, they’ll love you!” She signs as they both walk along the street towards the restaurant they’ve booked.

Harry watches her, he sighs a little before smiling.

“I know, just nervous is all … kiss?” He signs, puckering his lips after as she giggles, his hand on her chest feeling the vibrations of it as she does.

He loves to feel it, feel how her laugh rumbles against her chest.

She pecks his lips, not wanting to get too into it in public.

—

Harry was soon wondering what he was so nervous for, her friends were amazing! They slowed down when talking so he could read their lips as Y/N signed alongside them, wanting him to have either option.

He’s learned so much about them, how Sarah loves breadsticks and how Mitch hates them so he usually gives them all to Sarah, how Niall loves to laugh even if he doesn’t know what he sounded like he knew he had a contagious laugh because everyone around him laughed along as Y/N signed the joke and how Florence loved to talk about fashion and the latest down gossip she’s heard in work.

Y/N was glowing with pride for them all, Harry included as they all had some laughs and conversations, Y/N speaking for Harry as he signed to her and Y/N signing whatever was spoken at the table so he didn’t feel left out — although he feels she didn’t need to sign when Niall burped, he could clearly see that by how he shocked everyone at the table into a fit of giggles.

“You okay? Feeling comfortable?” She signs to him as everyone gets into their own conversations.

He smiles softly at her, nodding his head as his hand rests on her thigh before lifting up to sign back to her.

“Im amazing, you’re friends … they’re …” he pauses, searching for the word as Y/N smiles watching on.

“Friends.” He signs which makes her laugh loudly, his hand not needing to feel it as he sees just how hard she’s laughing.

“A man of many words.” She replies back, his eyes on her hands and then on her lips as she giggles at her own words.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks, noticing how he’s in his own world all of a sudden.

“How much I want to bend you over this table and fuck you.” He signs with an innocent smile — the one perk they have, they can talk dirty in public, hoping no one around can understand. But Harry doesn’t seem to care. He never does.

“H, we’re in public!” She scolds him, to which he raises an eyebrow.

“When did that ever stop us, puppy?” He signs, his eyes dropping to where her thighs are now clenched together under the table.

She doesn’t reply to which he smugly smiles to himself, her cheeks flushed as she tries to keep herself together.

It’s safe to say, the night ended with Harry fucking into her mercilessly as his hand switched from her neck to chest to feel her moans vibrate from her.

#anon <3 #harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles fandom #fan fic author #harry styles writing #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader

[sadslay]

- DRUNK ⋆☆ 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

some short abby drabble, shit gets a lil flirty <3

pinching the top of your nose to help slow the bleeding, you slowly made your way to the restrooms with the helpful guidance of abby as her hand gently rested on the small of your back.

“m’gonna kill that guy.” you muttered as the taste of metal hit your tongue.

abby let out a chuckle before pushing open the bathroom door. “did you see the state you left ‘im in?” she smirked, closing the bathroom door as you began to inspect your wounds in the dirty cracked mirror.

“he deserved it.” you grinned, swiping your thumb across your upper lip to get rid of the drying deep red blood. “should’a hit him harder.” you scoffed.

“okay, settle down.” abby chortled, her hands grabbing onto your waist, spinning you around to face her as she began to inspect your injuries “lets see how bad he’s messed yer up.” she mumbled.

you pushed away her hand as it brushed over a fresh cut just above your eyebrow, the blood beginning to trickle down. “m’fine, s’nothin’ more booze can’t fix.” you grinned, trying to push yourself away from the vanity only for your hips to meet with abbys. abby giggled, remaining firm in place before tucking both her hands behind your knees before hoisting you up onto the vanity causing an unexpected shriek to fall from your lips. “abs!” you squealed.

“what?” she smirked, trying to look somewhat serious as she continued to inspect your injuries.

you watched abby closely, your hands snaking their way to latch onto abbys waist. swiping back and forth, your thumbs glided over the thin material singlet abby had been wearing all day.

“im beginning to think you didn’t jus’ follow me in here to check up on me.” you whispered, your eyes meeting abbys as her hand combed a piece of out of your face, gently tucking it behind your ear.

“‘nd what makes you think that?” abby asked, her voice low and seductive as she inched closer to your beaten face.

and ever so slowly, abby inched closer, nuzzling her head between your neck and shoulder allowing her lips to connect with your skin. the grip you had on abbys hips tightened as she began to work her way up your neck, the softness and delicate nature of eat kiss made you melt into her touch.

“i should drink with you more often.”

☆𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭☆

⋆ 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ⋆

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[last-herondale]

Almost

Bucky Barnes x FemReader!

Angst, heartbreak, longing, unrequited love

Hello! It’s been a while, but here is my Bucky fic that I promised from my poll!

The night air was cool and crisp against your skin. The wind was blowing slightly, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to cause stray pieces of your hair to swirl into the night as you leaned on the balcony of the Avenger’s tower. You could hear the music from the party inside, its rhythmic beat softly booming from within. It was Steve’s birthday party and it was a lively event that you, Nat, Sam, Bucky, and surprisingly Tony, had spent weeks planning. The guardians had flown in for the occasion, as well as Carol and Thor, who had Loki in tow with him. The night started off simple enough with a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was just Steve, Bucky, Nat, Sam, and yourself at dinner while Tony was busy finishing the party preparations with Bruce.

You had wondered if dinner would be awkward at all. It had been 10 months since Bucky and Nat had broken up, and it had been a strenuous ordeal for the whole team. Nat had broken it off with Bucky, for personal reasons she had told you in confidence. You knew they had had problems during their relationship, problems mostly stemming from their mutual inability to be there for each other emotionally. It was a tough reality to face, for both of them. You often felt like the bridge between the two of them, being the one that both parties were able to confide in. It was hard to be impartial to either side.

On one hand, Natasha was your best friend. She had been ever since you joined the team. She had been dating Bucky when you first joined the team, and your friendship only seemed to strengthen once they broke up. You loved Nat, and treasured her friendship more than anything in the world. You were very surprised when she told you that she started seeing Bruce Banner a few months ago. Even though Bruce seemed like the opposite of Bucky, in all accounts she seemed very happy with him. And you were happy that she was happy…

But on the other hand, there was Bucky. He had been devastated by the breakup. He had wanted nothing more than to drown away his sorrows in booze and fill his nights with endless distractions. You had been very surprised when he had called you one night, asking if you wanted to hang out with him and Steve. Nat had been out with Banner that night, and the tower felt lonelier than usual, so you agreed.

The three of you had spent the night drinking and playing darts. It had been a fun night of laughter and jokes. You were almost glad to see Bucky as he once was, happy and carefree, but as the night wore on, and Steve tapped out around 4 am, it was just the two of you left at the bar. The two of you just sat at the bar, sipping the last of your drinks when you asked him how he was doing.

His facade had slipped away, the smile he had forced all night was gone, and instead he put his head down and let out violent sobs of anguish. “I miss her, god, she was…everything.”

It broke your heart to see him so miserable. You never knew he was in such a poor state. It had been 7 months since they had broken up at that point, and as far as you or Nat knew, he hadn’t seemed like he was upset about it. Why he decided to be so open in front of you… you couldn’t understand. But you comforted him, as best as you could. You stayed with him all night, agreed to take a walk with him and let him vent to you until the sun came up. When he finally passed out on your couch at the avengers tower, he woke up hours later and left without a word.

You thought that was the end of it. That it was just one drunk night that had him so emotional, but then he called again. And again. And again. Hanging out with Bucky started to become a normal part of your routine. Half of the time it was always with Steve, the three of you hanging out. But then Bucky would want to hang out with just you. Mostly you both would talk, sometimes drink, sometimes watch a movie or even sing some karaoke once the liquor started to hit. It was…nice.

You had made sure it was okay with Nat, of course. Asking her if she was bothered by you hanging out with her ex, but Nat seemed undisturbed.

“It seems like he needs a friend, and I know I haven’t been around for you a lot lately either. I’m okay with this, really. Whatever it is— and whatever it becomes.”

Despite your many assurances that nothing was going to happen between you and Bucky, Nat just brushed it off and teased you further about it. She was in a really good place with Banner and she seemed genuinely thrilled with the idea of you and Bucky becoming an item.

The idea had crossed your mind a time or two. Mostly when you were very intoxicated and alone with Bucky. It was hard not to be drawn in by the beauty of him. You’ve caught yourself staring at his arms when he was throwing darts more times than you’d care to admit, and whenever he would throw his arm around you in a fit of laughter, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flutter.

Getting to know him on a deeper level made the idea of not wanting him even harder to deny. He was still very much hung up on Nat, that was clear, but whenever he let himself be vulnerable and he talked about his past and the things that haunted him, you couldn’t help but feel connected to him in a way that you hadn’t felt with others. Everything about him seemed to be drawing you in. It was a maddening cycle trying to stop yourself from catching feelings, but it was one you fought for the longest time.

Until tonight. The party had been the biggest eye opener to you since you started being friends with Bucky. Dinner was not an awkward affair, much to your surprise. Nat and Bucky were cordial with each other at the dinner table, even sharing a few laughs as you sat between them.

“How have you been James?” Nat asked. Bucky gave her a small smile. “I’ve been alright. I heard about you and Banner, congrats by the way.” Banner had proposed to Nat a few weeks ago. To your surprise Bucky had taken it rather well.

“Thank you, we are very happy,” Nat beamed. She gave you a quick glance and smiled. “Have you seen anyone Buck?” You opened your mouth to protest to Nat, but Bucky just laughed.

“I have been talking to someone for a little while now.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. This was the first you had heard of this. You kept a steady grin on your face as he continued talking. You thought you saw Nat flash you a Quick Look, but it was so fast you could have thought you had imagined it.

“Well, that’s awesome. I’m happy for you Buck,” Natasha smiled.

“Yeah, we’ve only been on a few dates but so far it’s been going well.”

The rest of the dinner felt like a strange blur. You remember sitting there, you remember eating, and you remember getting into the car to head back to the tower where the surprise party was, but any other detail of the night faded away into nothing.

Why did it bother you so much? You had no right to lay claim to all of Bucky’s attention. The two of you were friends, and nothing more. You had set that boundary yourself, for yourself to stop yourself from getting hurt. But then again, you had never gotten as close to anyone as you had with Bucky. There had been people in the past, those you thought had the potential to hold your heart, but nothing ever worked out with them.

When the party returned to the tower, an uneasiness settled deep into your stomach as people began to arrive. You tried your best to distract yourself with trivial tasks such as handing out drinks, messing with decorations, or just following Sam around and letting him talk your ear off. But as the party grew, so did the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Who was this girl? Would she be here tonight? Would you be able to handle it if she was?

As these thoughts were swirling around your head, you decided that maybe it was time to talk to Nat about your feelings. You searched around wildly for any sign of her or Banner but came up empty. You saw Bucky momentarily, he was talking with Steve and your eyes met for a single moment but you quickly looked away. You needed air.

So, that’s when you stepped out of the party and had been hiding ever since. You sent a text to Nat to meet you outside whenever she could. You stood there a bit, swirling the drink in your hand and enjoying the breeze on your flushed cheeks. You heard the sliding door open and you turned expecting to see Nat.

“I need to talk to— oh, hey,” you caught yourself and pitched your voice higher as Bucky closed the door behind him.

“Hey, doll,” He said, his usual playful tone was a bit strained, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied quickly, a bit too quickly, “I, uh, just needed some air.”

You moved a bit from your spot as he came to stand beside you. The smell of his cologne hit your nose as he sidled up next to you on the balcony, the leather of his jacket brushing against your arm momentarily. Your chest felt like it was contracting, being so close to him. As if the proximity alone was enough to unravel your whole being.

“How are you enjoying the party?” You choke out, refusing to look him in the eye, focusing instead on the city skyline below.

“It’s fine,” he began cautiously. It seemed, “It would be better if you would talk to me though.”

Your back stiffened at his words. You said nothing and yet he continued. “You’ve hardly said a word since dinner and we both know that isn’t normal. You didn’t even laugh when Sam made fun of Banner’s bowtie in the car.”

“Yes I did,” you said weakly.

“If you’re gonna lie to me, can you at least look me in the eyes?”

It was the brokenness in Bucky’s voice that made you turn to face him finally. His eyes were searching yours, trying to read every detail from your face. You bit your lip to keep it from trembling.

“Please, just tell me what’s wrong,” he begged quietly.

You opened your mouth, wanting to answer him, wanting to take away his discomfort at this moment, but the aching of your heart prevented words from coming out.

A choked out noise came from your lips just as the sliding door opened.

“—and I told him, I said—- oh hey!” Scott Lang said in a slur of words, having some unfamiliar guy in tow behind him.

“This are my buddies! Barnes and—“

“Leave Lang. Now.” Bucky said with icy venom.

You didn’t have to look to know that Bucky’s cold tone was enough to do the job as the door slammed shut again.

You wished you could follow Scott out of the situation, but you couldn’t. You took a deep breath, summoned your courage, and downed your drink in one fell swoop.

You shut your eyes right and clenched your jaw a moment as the liquor burned down your throat.

“I’m in love with you.”

The silence that followed there after was deafening. You opened your eyes and looked at Bucky. His expression was soft, his eyes a bit wide with the information, but there wasn’t any hint of anger or disgust.

“I…” he began, “I don’t deserve that.”

His eyes finally looked away from you, as if it was his turn to be embarrassed. His turn to feel ashamed.

“Look, you’ve been everything to me lately. You’ve put up with me when other people wouldn’t— when other people haven’t. You’ve cared for me, truly cared… and it’s lit a fire in my soul again. A fire I thought would forever be extinguished when Nat—- when we broke up.”

His eyes flickered towards you for a moment here and there. You held a steady gaze out towards the balcony, letting his words sink in as you felt your heart shudder at each word.

“I owe you more than I could ever pay back, and that’s why I know— I know I don’t deserve you.”

Suddenly your felt his bare fingers under your chin, his hand gently tilting you gaze to him. Tears fell down silently and touched his hand.

“Listen to me, okay, please,” he begged, his voice catching slightly, “I love you. Okay? I love you, I do. But you deserve more than me. You deserve someone whole, someone who has all the love you give them in turn equally back to you, and then some. I want what’s best for you, and I know deep down that I am not that.”

You did everything in your power to not turn into a whimpering mess, you held his gaze, ignoring the tears. You took a ragged breath and moved your chin enough for him to drop his hand.

“Tell me about her.”

Bucky sighed and put his hands in his pocket.

“She’s nice. Has her own issues, but she’s more like me. Broken like me.”

You nodded, wiping at your face in vain. The tears kept coming, even if you didn’t feel sad. Even though you were pissed.

“I’m happy for you,” you said as happily as possible. You took a step towards the door but he moved in front of you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Wait, please.”

You didn’t fight him. You met his gaze in defiance and you swore you could have seen a smile creep on his lips.

“There she is,” he murmured.

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at him. Even though a million emotions were running through your mind at the moment, the idea staying mad with him never stuck for long. Even now.

“I need you to know how much I care about you. I need you to understand that. If you hate me for it afterward then I can live with it,” you opened your mouth to tell him you could never hate him but he kept going as if to purposefully stop you.

“I would still be in a very dark place if it wasn’t for you. I value your life significantly more than mine. I would die for you, I would kill for you. You are everything to me and more and I am so honored to be loved by you. I treasure you, I adore you, but I am no good for you. Please understand that. You deserve so much more than I have to offer. And I would hate myself if I broke your heart. And I would. I already have. And I hate myself.”

Suprisingling the tears stopped. You looked at Bucky and studied his face. He was sincere. He was broken, that you already knew. He had more ghosts than anyone else could ever imagine, and past that haunted him daily. But he was Bucky. And he was kind and he was gentle, and he was fierce and loyal.

And you loved him.

That feeling would not easily go away, no matter how much Bucky might wish for it to. But you decided then that you would hold onto that feeling for now. Even though he warned you, had told you he did not want anything further. It would be harsh. It would be devastating. It would be soul crushing.

But it would be yours.

“I think I need some time.”

That was all you said further. His hands dropped from your shoulders and you walked back into the fray of the party. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked through the lobby. People were dancing and drinking and laughing and having a blast. You walked past them all, not paying them any mind. Nat found you, tried to talk to you but you just brushed her off as you found the elevator.

You held yourself straight. Composed. Even when the door to the elevator closed and you were alone. Even when you walked down your corridor and found your way into your dark apartment. It wasn’t until you changed from your party clothes into your sleepwear, curled up in your bed, alone in the dark, that you began to cry.

#reader x marvel #marvel fanfic club #fan fic author #fic writing #james bucky barnes #marvel #bucky x reader #winter soldier #james bucky buchanan barnes #marvel bucky barnes #unrequited love #fem reader

[black-pussy-supreme]

I had phenomenal artist Barbygoodface create my favorite vampiric couple Attuma and Okoye for a new chapter in their story. It's a follow up to Keep your Enemies Closer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51387355

#fan fic writing #okoye #attuma #okoye x attuma fanfiction #marvel mcu #fan fic author #vampire #orginal art #attoye kinktober #attoye

[orangeinecstasy]

inhaler bf thoughts please please please please🙏

an: AAAHHH YES IVE BEEN WAITING TO DO THIS!!! had to do ryan first because i love him so much.

ryan bf thoughts ฺ｡*:･

quality time!! he will 100% just pop over to your place so that he can be around you. he doesn’t care if you’re just sitting on the couch as long as he’s with you

move dates! can totally see him wanting to try out different theaters and maybe even a drive in. also you totally make him watch the 1996 romeo and juliet OMG AND WHIPLASH!

#1 passenger princess. he doesn’t care that you’re the one that can drive he loves it

spa days were you guys do face masks

soooo many pictures of you on his phone. we all know and love his random aesthetic instagram stories and you’d be all over them

park dates

late night music sessions where he constantly asks your opinion on lyrics or how something sounds

songs dedicated to you at shows - would put out when i’m with you from the vault just to play it for you

constantly sending you songs that remind him of you

definitely have some sort of couples item like a matching necklace or ring. but it’s something simple like a silver chain or a small band. nothing too crazy that screams i’m matching with my partner

going back to the romeo and juliet part - definitely did a couples costume based off of their party outfit

definitely soft launched the relationship. he just wants to feel like yours and his and not another third parties

definitely wants to be the little spoon after a long day. you make him feel safe and happy and he wants to be fully engulfed in that comfort

reading together

wearing each other's clothes. because he's a short king you both can totally swap clothes super easy

sending him edits you find of him on TikTok - i KNOW he thinks they're super funny and secretly LOVESSS them

calls you before every show when you're not there

museum dates-- i feel like he would want to go to an art museum most of the time, but you would drag him to a science one at least for one of the dates

baking together-- he always tries to eat the cookie dough and you always tell him he'll get sick

painting your nails together

can 100% see him wearing a ring of yours on a chain around his neck. maybe your claddagh to be a bit cheeky

when he's sitting next to you he definitely will drum on you thigh or tap his fingers against to some rhythm that's stuck in his mind

dancing in the kitchen together late at night

such a big words of affirmation guy

music store dates where you guys try out interments and pick up a few new records

so so so many coffee shop dates

wine tasting in italy

an: the other three guys bf thoughts are already in the works. i wasn't sure if i should be a nsfw section for inhaler's but lmk if you guys would be interested in that!

#inhaler #inhaler dublin #inhaler Dublin band #inhaler x reader #inhaler fanfic #inhaler image #inhaler images #eli hewson #elijah hewson #ryan mcmahon #robert keating #bobby skeetz #josh jenkinson #fan fiction #fan fic writing #fan fic author