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As You Wish - Eddie Munson x Reader, Part 8

Collaboration with the Dusty Bun to my Steeb @munson-blurbs 💚

Summary: The unresolved fight between you and Eddie continues as your birthday comes around and he still won't come to celebrate with you and your friends.

Note: I can't believe it's been over a year now since I started writing this series. That feels insane to me. I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

Warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral, f receiving

Words: 6.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Today should have been perfect.

For one, it’s your birthday, and it coincides with your off day from classes. You got a free coffee from the local café this morning. And your friends are planning a night out at the bar now that you’ve finally reached the legal drinking age.

But it’s not perfect, because you and Eddie still haven’t spoken since your argument. To be honest, you’re not sure if he even wants to fix things.

It’s all you thought about the whole day while you babysat Danny and Amelia Harrington. You force yourself to concentrate on the road as you drive to pick the older kids up from school, the youngest two safely buckled in the car seats.

Ryan and Natalie walk out first, bundled up to fight off the heavy wind and animatedly discussing some intense second-grade gossip. Luke and Theo trail behind, play-fighting until they reach the car.

The sliding doors have barely opened before Luke is climbing into the car and shouting, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

You wince, massaging your ear with your forefinger. “Thanks, little man,” you say, and the rest of the group chimes in with their own cheers.

“I got you a gift!” Luke chirps, something crinkling in his grasp. He hands you a bright blue snack pack of mini Oreos. It’s opened and currently only contains a single cookie.

You smile gratefully, trying not to laugh. “My favorite!” you exclaim, taking the lone Oreo and popping it in your mouth.

Ryan digs into his backpack and takes out a yellow piece of construction paper. “I made you this card,” he says shyly.

It reads, “Happy Birthday to the best babysitter in the world!” Below the printed words, he’s drawn himself, Luke, you, and Eddie. Your heart pangs when you think about that stupid fight, the one where you’d both let your insecurities run wild.

If this is the end of the relationship, how will you break it to the boys?

You don’t have time to ruminate on that before Luke leads everyone, even baby Amelia, into a very off-key rendition of Happy Birthday to You. Even if Amelia can’t speak yet, her melodic mumbling and gurgling only enhanced the performance. They’ve barely taken a breath after the song is finished before Natalie and Theo are asking questions.

“How old are you?”

“Are you gonna have cake?”

“What presents did you get?”

Luke, of course, pipes up with a request of his own:

“Since it’s your birthday, can we get McDonalds? I want a Happy Meal.”

When you get back to the Harrington household—sans McDonald’s to Luke’s disappointment—you situate the two youngest in front of the television and pop Mulan into the VHS player for them. Once you’ve made sure Amelia is securely in her walker and Danny is cuddled up on the couch between his favorite teddy bear and his stuffed rhinoceros, you head into the kitchen to prepare a snack for the older kids.

The four of them seem to be doing alright with their homework as you put one bowl of baby carrots and one bowl of Cheez-It crackers on the table. Unsurprisingly, four small hands grab for the processed orange snack, bypassing the healthier option all together.

For the next hour or so you flit back and forth between the dining room to help with homework and the living room to attend to any toddler needs or upsets. The time passes quicker than you would’ve thought, and you’re surprised when you hear the front door unlocking. You had known Steve and Nancy would be coming home early today to give you a chance to go out and celebrate your birthday, but the hour snuck up on you.

The moment that Amelia hears her parents step into the house, she’s no longer interested in the avalanche that buried the Huns and has the urgent need for her mom to pick her up.

“They weren’t too much trouble, I hope,” Steve says as he reaches up to muss Theo’s hair. The little boy just ignores him as he tries to figure out the math problem he’s been working on for the last five minutes.

“Nah, not too bad,” you say. Trying to contain a smirk, you lean in towards Steve and speak in a loud conspiratorial whisper. “Except…these two,” you say, gesturing to Ryan and Natalie. “Evil masterminds.”

Natalie just hmphs and tosses her light brown hair over her shoulder while Ryan sticks his tongue out at you. With a chuckle, you walk over and press a kiss to the top of the eldest Munson boy’s head.

“I’m gonna get going, okay?” you tell him. The truth is that you definitely have time to spare before you have to start getting ready for the bar tonight, but you want to make sure you’re gone by the time Eddie gets here.

Ryan turns in his seat to look at you and opens his mouth, but before he can speak Eddie enters the house. Your body has had many different reactions to Eddie over the course of you knowing one another, but the one that comes over you now is completely foreign. Heat seems to rise to your cheeks, but it feels like your veins are made of ice and you could snap them beneath your skin if you moved too quickly.

Eddie toes off his chunky black work boots by the front door and does a double take when he sees you standing by Ryan. He gives you a tentative smile and you give a small nod in recognition. Needing to focus on something else, you look back down at Ryan and gently move some of his growing honey colored hair off of his forehead. You can still see Eddie in your periphery though. He’s coming closer towards you, and it feels like every step he takes makes your heart race a little faster.

Once he’s so close that you can’t avoid looking at him, you notice a small pink gift bag in his hands. Eddie’s deep brown eyes are looking down at it too, but you both raise your heads simultaneously and meet each other’s gaze. Pain and longing radiate off the two of you so strongly that even baby Amelia could probably sense it.

“Happy birthday, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, offering you the bag.

Slowly, you reach out to take it, the white tissue paper that sticks out of the top crinkling beneath your fingers. You give Eddie a polite smile and start to leave, but Luke stops you in your tracks.

“You gotta open it!”

A nod is the only response you can give Luke, not trusting your voice—or even knowing what you’d say. Biting your lip, you ruffle through the pristine white tissue paper and pull out a pair of earrings fastened to an earring card. They’re beautiful. Three tiny hearts stacked on top of each other, all purple and connected by silver chain links. The urge to put them on immediately is strong,

“The hearts…one’s for Ryan, one’s for Luke, and one’s for, um, me,” Eddie explains bashfully as he slips his hands into his pockets.

Your eyes fill with tears, a cacophony of emotions in each drop.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, bending down to hug Luke and Ryan. You stand up and face Eddie, feeling the boys’ eyes drilling into you as they wait for you to embrace their dad like you always do.

You lean in and give him a small hug, lingering for an extra moment. He smells of motor oil and sweat, but you can’t get enough. It’s a test of wills to tear yourself away from him. As you pull back, a tight smile forms on your face.

“I should get going,” you tell them kindly.

“Where’re you going?” Luke asks.

You ruffle his hair lovingly. “My friends are having a birthday party for me. But I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Or,” Ryan offers, dragging out the word, “we could treat you to dinner tomorrow.”

Luke grins. “Can we go to McDonalds?”

You can’t help but laugh. The boys bring you more humor and joy than they could possibly imagine.

“You boys are too much sometimes,” you tell them. If you’re being honest, you would love to spend time with them and Eddie, even if it’s just eating fast food. Anywhere with the three of them becomes its own adventure. It breaks your heart knowing there’s still this friction between you and Eddie and you’re not exactly on speaking terms. You can’t dwell on it, though. Not tonight.

When you arrive at the bar, it’s bursting with people. Groups have gathered to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, clinking oversized mugs teeming with foamy beer. It’s much noisier than you’d normally prefer, but you’re glad for the excess sound to drown out your thoughts.

Jess spots you immediately and waves you over to where she, Lily, and Paul are sitting in front of the bartender. As soon as you plop down on a stool, Lily places a sash around you.

“It’s my 21st birthday? Really?”

“Well, it is!” she quips with a laugh. “Besides, people will totally buy you drinks if you wear this.”

She isn’t wrong. You take shot after shot, eventually losing track of the total amount. A tiny voice in your head reminds you not to mix light and dark liquor, but it’s too late for that.

Your friends keep toasting to the ‘birthday girl,’ which prompts more people to cheer and offer to treat you to another round. By the time you get up to dance, your head is spinning.

You sway along to Bon Jovi’s ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ until you can no longer stand. Jess is kindly letting you lean on her, her arm wrapped around your waist, when you feel a soft tap on your shoulder.

“Can I buy you a drink?” an unfamiliar voice asks, tone laced with sultriness.

You turn around to see a guy about your age, a ten-dollar bill between his pointer and middle fingers.

“Oh, I-I shouldn’t,” you start, but Lily jumps in instead.

“She would love that.” She smiles at him, then whispers in your ear, “the best way to get over Eddie is to get under someone else.” She sticks out her hand to the mystery man and introduces both herself and you. I don’t want to get over Eddie, your brain thinks before drunkenly attempting to focus on what the man in front of you is saying now.

Mystery Man smiles. “I’m Stefon.”

Unbeknownst to you, one Wayne Munson is watching the entire encounter from across the bar. It isn’t his usual digs, but the guys from the plant invited him out for drinks to celebrate the holiday, and he obliged.

He sees you take another drink with trepidation, a young man resting his hand on your hip. It seems like you’re barely aware of what’s going on, sending a queasiness through Wayne’s stomach that definitely isn’t from the alcohol. He’s used to minding his business, but when the guy puts his arm around you, he makes the decision to call Eddie from the payphone.

Just under fifteen minutes later, Eddie is pushing his way into the smoky and boisterous bar, eyes anxiously scanning for you. A surge of relief floods his veins when he sees your beautiful familiar face amongst the sea of green clothing, but the feeling is short-lived when he sees you leaning on a strange man.

It’s hard to tell if you’re aware that you’re leaning on him or not, because you’re talking to Lily animatedly. The man has his eyes glued to you, but he may or may not be on your radar. Your boyfriend isn’t waiting to find out, though. Eddie’s met your friend Paul who you’re out with tonight, so he immediately knows it isn’t him with you and Lily, so he shoves his way through the crowd and shoulders the mystery man out of the way and gently holds your arm to steady you.

“C’mon, let’s go home,” Eddie says, speaking loudly to be heard over the crowd and music. He’s doing his best to be inconspicuous but you’re too drunk for that.

“Eddie!” You fling your arms around him in a hug and let out a loud and giddy laugh. Eddie feels a small surge of pride when you seem to forget all about the guy standing there—if you’d even remembered he was there to begin with. When he looks into your eyes, he can see the glassiness from the alcohol as well as glee that seeing him caused. “Eddie, what’re you doing here? You didn’t wan’ be here!”

He takes a deep breath, inhaling a lung full of secondhand smoke. “You need water and sleep, baby,” he says, trying to be heard over the music.

“But it’s my party!” you whine, giving an exaggerated pout. “An’ you didn’t come ‘cuz you don’t love me.”

His brows shoot up as his heart falls. “I don’t love you?” Obviously, you’re drunk but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

“Nuh-uh.” You scrunch your nose. “Maybe you do, ‘cuz you’re here now.” Your frown quickly flips to a drunken smile. “We should dance! ‘Cuz you love me!”

Eddie tilts his head, giving you a skeptical look. “I thought you said I didn’t.”

“But you came here to see me, so you do,” you explain as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. The fact that you’re swaying where you stand doesn’t help your credibility though.

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie can see the man you were leaning on finally slink away. Apparently, he only needed to hear the confirmation that Eddie does indeed love you.

“Let me take you home, princess,” Eddie says, doing his best to keep the irritation out of his tone.

“That sounds like a line,” you say with a giggle that’s interrupted by a hiccup.

“It’s probably the most chivalrous thing anyone’s said to you tonight,” Eddie says, looking around at the other men in the bar like they’re vultures, ready to step in and claim you for their own. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” you lament with an over dramatic sigh. “But just cause you’re so cute.” You giggle again as you lean against Eddie.

At least she’s leaning against me now, he thinks bitterly. Too exasperated for more words, Eddie just presses a kiss to the top of your head and laces his fingers with yours—tightly, so he won’t lose you in the crowded bar.

Eddie catches Jess’s eye where she’s leaning against the bar and nods towards the door, letting her know that he’s taking you home. She nods in return and gives a thumbs up. Eddie scans the crowd to see if he can spot his uncle, but there’s just too many people.

“Hey, you’re not wearin’ green,” you say once you’re outside in the cool night air. The air feels fresh yet too silent after being in that stuffy place.

“Hmm?” Eddie hums as he helps you into the passenger’s seat.

“No green! Is St. Pagrick Day though!”

“Your birthday is a far more important holiday,” he says as he closes the door for you. He doesn’t even consider if you heard the words or not, it was his inner monologue just coming out.

The drive back to the apartment starts off with you chattering on, still feeling good from the drinks.

“It’s so cute that the boys wanna buy me MiDonal’s! They’re the sweetest boys ever. Where are we goin’? Oh, hey! You’re movin’ into your new aparment soon. Do you still wan’ me to—hey look, a dog!—wan’ me to go shopping for the stuff that you need? Eddie? Are you still mad at me? I hope not. I don’t like when we fight. I never wanna fight witchu. I love you! I never loved no one before, ya know. Just you! I was only bein’ such a pain in the butt because I wanna be by your side. Like partners. Wanna help you and have fun with you and do all the things with you. I hope you wanna be that with me too! Like Bonnie and Clyde! But no stealing or dying. Do you, hey, hey Eddie, do you remember that time a long time ago you said you liked that blue shirt I wore? Ya know, the one with the buttons and sleeves? Well, now it’s my favorite—”

Eddie glances over, concerned that your speech—that was highly amusing to him—stopped so abruptly. You’re just looking up at the streetlights as they pass, your eyes getting heavier by the second, the mesmerizing sight lulling you to sleep.

Eddie chuckles to himself and the rest of the drive is quiet.

When you finally arrive back at the apartment, you’re practically comatose in the passenger seat. Eddie half carries you up the stairs and holds you close to his side with one arm while he unlocks the door with the other.

Somehow, he manages to get you laying down on your bed without bumping into anything on the way. You look up at him with a sleepy smile that Eddie swears is the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

“I’m gonna help you change, okay? I don’t think that dress will be comfortable to sleep in.”

You nod absentmindedly as Eddie grabs a pair of your pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt. Eddie is an expert at undressing you by now but it’s harder when your body can’t even hold itself up. The green dress gets stuck on your nose as Eddie pulls it off over your head and it makes you giggle, though it’s much softer than your laughter in the car. He slips your pink plaid pajama bottoms over your white lace panties and chuckles to himself as he sees he pulled a Rugrats t-shirt out of your drawer. An amused smile grows on his face as he shakes his head.

“Better?” he asks.

A big yawn accompanies the nod that you give him. Satisfied that you’re not going to fall over if he lets go, Eddie walks towards the head of the bed so he can pull your blankets down. It takes both of you working together to get you beneath the blankets.

Once you’re settled, Eddie shucks himself out of his jeans and t-shirt and climbs in bed next to you. Without any hesitation, you scoot over and rest your head on his chest. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and presses a kiss to your head.

Eddie isn't sure if in the morning, once you’ve sobered up, you’ll still be fighting or not. He doesn’t want to be, but he also knows the issues haven’t been resolved between the two of you. What you said tonight about Eddie not loving you definitely has to be addressed tomorrow—whether you were drunk or not when you said it, he doesn’t care.

Soft snores begin to fill your room and Eddie smiles to himself. His eyes slip closed, and he holds you a little tighter against his body.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he says into the darkness.

You wake up the next morning with a dull headache. It definitely could be worse, especially considering how much you’d drank last night.

There’s two Tylenol and a bottle of water on your nightstand, none of which you remember putting there…

You shift positions and see Eddie curled up on the pillow next to you, wearing just his boxers. Soft snores punctuate the rise and fall of his chest.

“Eddie?” you whisper, eyes wide.

He stirs and stretches, giving you a small smile.

“Morning, baby.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “How’re you feeling?”

“Um, just a headache. Not too much of a hangover.” You’re working to figure out exactly why he’s here.

He grins. “Must be nice to be 21,” he jokes. “I have one beer too many and I’m out of commission for a week.”

You’re too focused on the maybe-boyfriend-shaped elephant in the room to laugh at his joke. Instead, you take a deep breath and muster up all of your courage.

“Did we, um…”

Eddie pulls back. “No. Nope!” He shakes his head. “I brought you home and we fell asleep. I promise.”

You nod, relief flooding your body. “Okay. Okay, good.” You swing your legs over the side of the bed. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“I’ll make some breakfast, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

You get out of bed and stretch your muscles before heading towards the door. But first you stop and look back at Eddie. “I didn’t do anything stupid last night, did I?”

“No,” Eddie assures you. “Your knight in shining leather got there before anything could happen.” He flexes his muscles dramatically, which causes you to chuckle as you step out of your room and into the bathroom.

Eddie puts his clothes from yesterday back on and heads out to the kitchen. He makes pancakes, and you come out of your room freshly showered and dressed just as they’re ready.

“Smells good,” you say, rubbing at your eye. The shower helped wake you up, but your body is still tired from last night.

You and Eddie sit down across from one another and start eating in silence before you can’t take it anymore.

“Um, where are the boys?” you ask, desperate for some semblance of an interaction.

“Harrington’s,” Eddie answers before shoving a mouthful of syrup-covered pancake into his mouth. “Steve and Nance said they got them, I should go to you.”

“And, uh, why did you show up? I mean, did you change your mind about celebrating with us or..?”

Eddie sighs and shakes his head. “Wayne was, um, actually at the bar last night with some guys from his work. He saw some assholes starting to get handsy with you, so he called me.”

“Oh.” You stay quiet as you move a few pieces of pancake around on your plate.

You had hoped Eddie had changed his mind and wanted to spend your birthday night with you after all, but he was only there because his uncle called him.

Eddie bites his lower lip, hating the tension in the air. The two of you used to sit in comfortable silences with one another, so this is excruciating.

“Look, sweetheart,” Eddie says before pausing to clear his throat. “It’s not that I didn’t want to spend time with you. Because I did. I do. I always do. I just, I don’t know, thought I’d bring the party down. I didn’t want you to feel like I was supervision or some shit like that. And I wasn’t sure how I’d meld in with your friends.”

“Eddie,” you start before taking a deep breath. “I never think of you as some authority type figure. You’re just Eddie. Like, yeah, maybe you’re twelve years older than me, but I don’t really feel like there’s this chasm between us or anything. Do…do you?”

Eddie’s silent for a moment, making sure he picks his words carefully so as not to give you a wrong impression. “When it’s you and me? No. When it’s us and the boys? No. But when it comes to you hanging out with your friends, I guess I feel, I don’t know, like I don’t belong.”

“Belong where?”

He sighs and twirls one of his rings around his finger as a nervous twitch. “When I see your friends it’s this reminder that I’m not your age. It feels like all the shit that I try not to let bother me is unavoidable as I see you with guys it would be more socially acceptable for you to date. Or seeing your girl friends going off to do things with their boyfriends that I can’t because of my job and kids. It makes me feel selfish.” His eyes mist over for a second. “Like I’m keeping you from that.”

“Eddie, no one is keeping me from anything. Especially you. You act like I don’t have a choice or say in this. I’m pretty sure you didn’t kidnap me and rope me into an arranged marriage or something.” You give a small smile, hoping to ease some of the frustration radiating off of him. “I don’t want someone my age. I don’t want someone younger. I don’t want someone older that isn’t you.”

“I know that,” Eddie says. “I swear, I do. I guess I’ve had a number done on me, though. Got beaten down enough that the insecurity comes second nature. It’s not your fault, you shouldn’t have to pay for things that she did.”

“Can I beat her?”

He chuckles and seeing him smile makes a genuine one grow on your own face.

“She’s not worth it,” Eddie says with a shake of his head. “But I see where you were coming from with being upset. It probably did seem like I just didn’t want to go out with you and your friends. I’m sorry. I also get where you’re coming from with the court stuff. Wanting to be by my side. Princess, you have no idea how much that means to me. Honestly. I just…I don’t want you to have to be in the middle of all of that.”

“I know,” you say, lowering your eyes back down to your plate. “I’m sorry, too. I was overstepping when it came to Brittany. That’s your ordeal, you get to call the shots when it comes to that. I only want you to know that you have my support. In whatever way you need it.”

He reaches across the table and slips his hand into yours. “I promise to tell you in what ways I’ll need your support through this whole thing.”

You nod and give his hand a small squeeze. The air around you feels lighter and it’s as if weights have been lifted off your shoulders.

“Are—Are we okay?” you ask, wanting to clarify.

“We’re more than okay,” he reassures you as he returns your hand squeeze with one of his own. “But there is something else we need to talk about.”

“Sure. What?”

He sighs and gently taps your entwined hands against the tabletop. “Last night…when I got to the bar to pick you up, you, um, you said something. I know you were drunk but it still hurt.”

Immediately you feel mortified. Did I really…?

“I thought you said I didn’t do anything stupid?”

“Well, this was saying something stupid.”

How bad was it that it’s making him stall like this? “What did I say?” You wince, afraid to hear what you might’ve said in your inebriated state.

“You, uh, you said that I didn’t love you. That I didn’t come to the bar with you and your friends because I don’t love you.”

Your eyes are immediately flooded with tears. The heartbreak and shame you feel for uttering something so absurd cuts you deeply, and you push yourself out of your chair and walk around the table to Eddie. He scoots back so you can perch yourself in his lap.

Gently, you cup Eddie’s face in your hands and stare into his eyes. “I love you. I love you, I love you. Please always remember that. Sober, drunk, high, or otherwise in an altered state…I love you. I am so sorry I said that to you. It amazes me that somehow you love me, but that doesn’t mean I doubt it for a second.”

Eddie nods and wraps his arms around your waist. Your shirt rides up a little and his syrupy fingers rub against your skin—but you couldn’t care less.

“You’re mine,” you tell him. “I’m yours. Simple as that.”

“Simple as that,” Eddie agrees.

The two of you sit there together for a few silent minutes before Jess’s door creaks open and she shuffles into the kitchen, looking far worse than you felt when you woke up. She gives a half-hearted wave, as if even that small movement was too much for her.

Eddie smiles and nods his head towards the kitchen counter. “I made a stack of pancakes for you,” he says.

Jess heads towards the counter but pauses to put a hand on your shoulder. “If you don’t marry him, I will,” she vows.

Deciding to play hooky from school and work didn’t take much convincing for you or Eddie. You’re not feeling great, and he’s more than happy to take care of you.

You’re washing the breakfast dishes while Eddie stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Y’know,” he murmurs just under your ear, “I had another birthday surprise up my sleeve.”

He pulls you closer, and you try—and fail—to focus on the task at hand. “And what’s that?”

He smirks and presses soft kisses into your neck. “Well, I bought a bottle of champagne,” he says, “and I figured we could have some drunk sex?”

You snap off the water and dry your hands, spinning to face him. “And where is this bottle of champagne, handsome?”

Eddie blushes slightly. “Um, at the Harringtons’ place,” he admits. “But we could still do the sex part, if you’re feeling up to it.”

You press your body to his, grinning widely. “Bedroom?”

“Hell yes.”

Clothes are shed instantly, leaving a trail that leads to your room. You lay back on the bed and Eddie climbs on top of you, slotting his leg between yours and kissing you softly.

“Let me take care of my birthday girl, hm?” he coos, nibbling on your ear. He chuckles when you whimper, two of his thick fingers trailing downward towards your pussy. “Oh, you poor thing. Needy already?”

“Mhm.”

He grins, scooting back and pressing his lips just above your clit. His tongue grazes your folds, over the sensitive bud, and he sucks on it gently. You moan when he positions your legs on his shoulders. “Keep making those noises, baby.”

You eagerly oblige, whining as he slips his middle finger into your pussy, tongue remaining trained on your clit. The overstimulation has you grinding against his face, desperate to get some relief.

He wraps his free hand around your thigh and squeezes it, bringing himself even closer into you. Muffled, barely audible fucks and tastes goods escape his lips, driving you even wilder.

“E-Eddie, I’m gonna cum!” you mewl, fingers digging into the bed sheets. He continues lapping at your cunt until you’re screaming his name.

Eddie pulls back, face shiny with your slick. “Need you,” he growls, and his painfully hard cock bobs in agreement.

He crawls up your body, pressing kisses to your soft flesh as he makes his way towards your neck. Teeth gently graze the side of your throat, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

Taking advantage of your legs spread openly before him, Eddie settles himself between them and lines his cock up with your soaking entrance. It feels like it takes an eternity until he finally bottoms out, making you feel so full and revel in that exquisite stretch.

Sweat breaks out along your hairline and it melds with Eddie’s as he rests his forehead against yours. The bed beneath you shakes as your body rocks with your boyfriend’s. A slight tilt of his hips has your hands scrambling against the lilac sheet below you, desperate to hold on to something—anything. Eddie wants you to hold on to him, though. His pale toned arms seek out your own until he slips his hands into yours and threads your fingers together. Never breaking eye contact even for a second, Eddie holds your hands up above your head, staring down at you with a blissful expression on his face. He’s not smiling, but there’s a light in his eyes and the way his lips part just slightly only adds to your enjoyment.

“I love you, sweet girl,” Eddie says, voice low and husky in the small space you’re both occupying. “Don’t ever forget that.”

“L-Love you, too, Eds.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he says as his hips roll up against yours. “You have the cutest nose. I hope any kids we have inherit that from you.”

With every thrust of Eddie’s hips, he lists another thing he loves about you.

“Your lips are so soft. Sometimes I get torn between kissing them or staring at them. And your laugh? God, you have no idea what that does to me. It’s so infectious and bubbly and completely genuine. One of the best sounds in the world.”

There’s nothing else in the world right now other than Eddie’s voice and Eddie’s body. All that exists is the two of you, staring into one another’s eyes as pleasurable groans and whimpers fall from your lips. Sweet sighs and shared breath connect you both, adding to the already dizzying intimacy. You stare up into those large brown eyes and for that moment everything is perfect in the world. The moment belongs to you, and nothing will ever take it from you.

Eddie leans in to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips. He pulls away only far enough for you to fix your gazes on one another’s eyes again. His hip thrusts are becoming increasingly erratic, a sign that he’s nearing his finish.

Curls sway back and forth around his face, like a curtain keeping you two separated from everything else.

More than anything, you know what’s going to have you reaching your high is the locked stares you share. Eddie looks so intently into your eyes, as if he’ll find answers to all of his problems in them. It’s sexier than any words either of you could possibly vocalize. The look says so much more than your voices ever could.

“I’m close,” you tell him in a rough whisper. Your fingers tighten on his and Eddie’s hips rock slightly harder into yours.

“Me too, baby.”

The urge to close your eyes floats over you as your impending orgasm gets closer by the second, but you refuse. Even blinking is too long to look away from the eyes of the man you love. Eddie agrees, never taking those brown beauties off of you as he feels his release closing in.

“Eddie,” you whimper, more just needing to say his name than anything else. “Oh, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.”

“I know, my love.”

“Gonna cum, Eds,” you slur.

“With me, yeah baby?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out more than speak.

All it takes is two more thrusts before Eddie’s spilling into you. Him coating your walls with his release is enough to have you falling headfirst into your euphoria as well.

Both of you ride it out together, trying to squeeze every last drop of enjoyment out of it that you could from one another. By the lazy smiles you give one another as you try and catch your breaths, you’d say that you both enjoyed it very much.

Eddie leans down and presses a sweet but sensuous kiss to your lips before begrudgingly pulling out of you. Neither of you like it, so you’re quick to cuddle up to one another, desperate to have your arms wrapped around the warm skin of his middle.

“That was…wow,” you say after a few minutes of companionable silence.

“Very wow,” Eddie agrees, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “Y’know, there’s something else I’d like to add to that list, now that I have blood flowing to my brain.”

“Yeah?”

“Your heart,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Just when I think it can’t get any bigger or warmer, you prove me wrong time and time again. The kindness and generosity that you have is something I’ve never seen in another person. You’re so amazingly you and I’ve been enchanted by it since the day I met you. Sometimes I feel like this is all a fairytale except the prince is the one constantly swept off his feet.”

“The princess is too,” you assure him through increasingly labored breath. “Very, very swept.”

Letting your suddenly heavy eyes slip closed, you tuck your head beneath Eddie’s chin and revel in his touch. A nap with you in his arms sounds like heaven right now, but Eddie knows there’s something he has to say before he forgets.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” Your sleepy voice brings a smile to his face.

“Luke asked me to bring over McDonalds.”

“C’mon, let’s go hit the drive-thru.”

You move to get up, but Eddie keeps you right where you are.

“Not yet. Naps first. Food for gremlins later.”

You chuckle and press a kiss to his bare chest.

“Naps first,” you agree.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS

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buckrecs · 11 months

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Subby Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

Control by @cake-writes

Bucky isn’t usually one to relinquish control, but this time he does.

please. by @buckybarnesdiaries

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

I See Sunshine ‘cause I Know That You Are Mine by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky enjoys being your good boy.

Tied Up by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.

Crooked Crown by @rookthorne

Sometimes the King needed his Queen to take care of him, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Delicate by @bucksangel

Bucky Barnes, known as the ‘king of New York’, is ruthless and powerful, running everything with an iron fist. He has no weaknesses, other than you. You’re his world, his soulmate, his angel, and he’d do anything and everything to keep you safe. What John Walker, an up-and-coming mobster with irrational tendencies, doesn’t understand, is that you’ll do the same for Bucky.

in your arms i’m born again by @bonky-n-steeb

you want to find out exactly how many times is too many times for the super soldier.

Starved. by @buckybabieboy

Bucky's first time after 70+ years

The Tailor’s Son by @kinanabinks

After a decade away from Chicago, you're back home to rule over your domain - and to finally make the tailor's son yours.

Overstimulation by @metalbuckaroo

"As long as you want me to, sweetheart. I'm all yours."

Insatiable 19.1 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

After finally returning from the mission gone wrong, Bucky has you right where he wants you— spread out on the bed with his head between your thighs. He’s a little eager, but it’ll be fine— right?

so you had a bad day… by @dirtychocolatechai

reader edging Bucky who's had a rough day

Can you see what I see? by @dailyreverie

Mission Accomplished by @buckyseternal

sometimes your work is stressful. coming home from an especially aggravating mission, you take out all of your frustrations on your boyfriend.

Dirty Little Secret by @moonlight-prose

bucky's long kept secret soon becomes reality.

Control by @cake-writes

Bucky isn’t usually one to relinquish control, but this time he does.

You Know Just What I Need by @sinner-as-saint

Freshly out of uni, Bucky Barnes comes back to live in his family home. Given he’s the only son of a billionaire, he needs security around at all times. And his dad puts you in charge of his son’s safety until he comes home from a business trip. You intend on doing your job as perfectly as always, but what you didn’t know it that Bucky is a spoilt brat who is only interested in pestering you and making your life a living hell… until eventually you are left with no other choice but to teach him a lesson in order for him to learn how to behave.

drabble by @becca-e-barnes

making a subby!dbf!Bucky cum inside you

Touch by @ro-is-struggling

Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn't know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Losing Control by @flordeamatista

Control is reclaimed by you

Occupied by @goodgirlofglory

You have dragged Bucky into the handicapable toilet on the main floor of the administrations floor of S.H.I.E.L.D and intend to swallow his cock. Who is he to say no?

Big Boy by @goodgirlofglory

tying up a big strong metal armed super soldier and making him cum over and over and over while he’s begging

Delicate by @bucksangel

Stupid by @coffeecatsandcandles

Without reason, Bucky asks for a divorce.

I Hate U by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky hates you. Until he doesn't.

The Storm He Claims by @sstan-hoe

with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.

The Interview by @sweetbbarnes

After directing a successful movie about Captain America’s life, the media seems to think that you and Steve Rogers would be the perfect match. Little do they know, your heart has already been taken by his best friend, the infamous ex-assassin James Barnes. And although you two are in a secret relationship and even secretly live together, when Bucky hears people talking about how you and Steve would be perfect for each other, his insecurity gets the best of him. But it’s okay, because you are determined to show your soldier just how much you love him.

Purr for me by @rookthorne

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

plaything by @captain-buckyyy

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forever-rogue · 28 days

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I’m really missing nurse!Steeb x pregnant reader lately, what have they been up to??🥺

AN | I love Nurse!Steeb and his clumsy girl! Besides being pregnant, again, things are as chaotic as always in the Harrington household! 💕

Warnings | Mild Language, Pregnant!Reader

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

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“Guess what,” you walked into your bedroom, inadvertently scaring Steve who had been reading intently. He yelped slightly as you offered him an apologetic grin and got into bed next to him, “sorry babe. But guess what!”

“What's up?” He set his book on his night stand before reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together.

“I'm twelve weeks today,” it took him a moment to put together what you were saying but as soon as he did, his entire face lit up, “I think its time we told people, what do you think?”

“Yes. Yes,” he agreed eagerly. He'd been wanting to tell people since the day you told him you were pregnant but also understood why you had wanted to wait, “I can't wait to tell everyone. They're going to be so excited.”

“And what about you, Steve Harrington?” You clutched his hand tightly before bringing it to your lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “are you excited? Truly?”

“Of course I am,” he scoffed sweetly as you relaxed, giving him an innocent shoulder shrug, “you know you don’t ever have to question that, sweetheart. I’ve been dying to tell everyone, but I know you wanted to wait. Which totally makes sense.”

“I was just worried,” you whispered softly, “I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I’m really glad it didn’t. I’m excited too.”

“I can’t believe I’ve got you, Cami, and now another baby,” his smile stretched from ear to ear as your face lit up, “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“What if I get weird cravings in the middle of the night?” When you were pregnant with Cami, there hadn’t been anything too crazy, but you wanted to be prepared. And you didn’t want to annoy Steve - not that you would ever be able to do such a thing, especially when you were pregnant, “what if I complain all the time? What if I can’t sleep? What if you get annoyed with me? What if Camila doesn’t want-”

“Hey,” he put a finger gently to your lips in order to tenderly cut off any more of your doubt, “I will never get tired of you. You know that. And even if all those things happen, we’ll get through them and I’ll try my best to help you. And I have a feeling that Camila will be very excited for a brother and sister.”

“How can you be sure?”

“She’s been talking about how some of her friends have little brothers and sisters that she thinks it’s really cool,” that made you feel immediately better, “trust me, she’ll be excited.”

“So we’re all excited?” you hadn’t realized a few tears had rolled down your cheeks until Steve gently wiped them away. You reached up and held his hand to your face, offering your husband a misty-eyed smile.

“We’re all excited,” he confirmed as he brushed his thumb along your cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Stevie.”

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“Mama?” Camila's small voice cut through your internal monologue as you shifted your gaze to find her watching you with a worried expression on her little face, “what's wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, my love,” you wiped the tears from your face with the sleeve of your sweater, motioning for her to come over. She padded over and crawled onto the couch next to you, “I'm just feeling a little sad.”

“Why are you feeling sad?”

“There was a commercial with a really cute dog,” you sniffled as she looked at you in confusion, “I know it doesn't make any sense. When you're pregnant your hormones go all crazy and sometimes even happy things can make you cry.”

“Oh,” she considered what you were saying before shaking her head, “I don't think I could ever do that. What's the point?”

“Well, baby, that's how Daddy and I ended up with you. And I'm pretty glad we did,” you pulled her into your lap and pressed a kiss to the top of her dark curls, “and that's how we're going to end up with your brother or sister.”

“Daddy thinks I'll get a sister,” she grinned at you, a gap toothed little smile that you adored more than anything, “what do you think?”

“I think you're getting a little brother,” you whispered softly, “but we're just going to have to wait and see.”

“How much longer?!”

“Four months…ish,” you gently touched your ever-growing belly and sighed, “sometimes babies come a little early but it should be about four months.”

“I'm excited,” she said with wide eyes filled with wonder. She hesitantly reached over and touched your belly as well, “that's cool that they're in there. Does it hurt?”

“It doesn't hurt but sometimes it doesn't feel good,” and that was putting it lightly, “but it's worth It in the end.”

“I hope so,” she nodded solemnly before sliding off the couch and walking towards the kitchen, “can I have some ice cream?”

“Camila Mae,” you slowly stood up and walked after her, “only if you promise to share!”

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“Steven Harrington,” you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head, raising an eyebrow at him, “my eyes are up here.”

“Baby,” he huffed, his eyes turning a pretty shade of pink. He had not so discreetly looking at your chest and your belly, “its not fair. You're so hot. Gorgeous. Sexy. Beautiful. All of it.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes at him before gently pushing his chest, “I'm five months pregnant. I'm hardly anything but a beach ball.”

“You're gorgeous,” he insisted, settling his large hands on your waist as he pulled into him and pressed a kiss to your lips, “plus the bathing suit you're wearing? Fuckin’ killing me.”

“Steve,” you squeaked softly as your entire face warmed up, “you just like it when I'm pregnant.”

“I like you always,” he insisted sweetly, “but there is something about you being pregnant that drives me crazy. And that way everyone knows you're mine.”

“I'm all yours,” you agreed, biting the inside of your cheek, “I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you, baby,” he grinned, “so much-”

“Daddy! Mama!” Cami sounded so adorably annoyed as the two of you looked over at her. She was motioning towards the pool, clearly ready to get into the water, “stop being so gross!”

“Yeah Daddy,” you nudged him towards your daughter, “stop being so gross and hitting on Mama.”

“Stop,” he groaned softly, pressing one last kiss to your lips, “you're doing to be the death of me, I hope you know.”

“So dramatic,” you snorted in amusement, “go have fun and keep our kid from drowning!”

“And you put on plenty of sunscreen,” he insisted pointing at the bag you had packed, “join us when you're ready.”

“I will,” you smiled softly, already feeling some tears welling up. It seemed like everything made you cry these days. It was just one of the many perks of being pregnant, “go have fun. I'll keep an eye on this kid.”

You could hear Steve laughing as he went over to Camila. Her entire little face lit up as her father picked up her and threw her over his shoulder to climb into the pool. It was still crazy sometimes to think that these two people were your favorite people in the entire world.

“And you're pretty special too,” you sat down, slowly of course, on your beach chair and rubbed a hand over your belly, “I can't wait to meet you. You've got a while lot of love waiting for you, just so you know.”

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You groaned as you walked through the front door and closed it slowly behind you. It had been a long day, and one of the few that you had to work later into the evening. By the time you got home, the Harrington household was already quiet for the evening.

“Hi honey,” Steve was at the door and already reaching for your bag before you could even wonder where he was. You relaxed as you melted into him, gladly taking the kiss he offered you, “let me help.”

You weren’t even going to bother arguing with your husband. He set your bag down in its usual spot before taking your coat and helping you slip off your shoes. When he was done, you instantly felt better. He reached for your hand and slowly led you to the kitchen, “thanks Stevie.”

“You’ve had a long day, it’s the least I can do,” you sat down at the kitchen table and let out a large sigh, running a tired hand over your belly, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling like I’m very pregnant,” you huffed with a small laugh as you watched him put together a plate of food from dinner. He caught your eye and gave you a soft smile, “I can’t believe there’s still like months of this left.”

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re doing a fantastic job,” he set the plate down in front of you and pressed a kiss to your head before grabbing a drink from the refrigerator. He set it down next to your plate before sitting down next to you, “I don’t think I could ever do it. I mean…growing a whole human is crazy.”

“I agree,” you took a big bite of the warm, delicious food, savoring the flavor before swallowing, “and I’m the one doing it. But I know it’ll be worth it. Blob number two will be worth it, just like Cami was.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” he asked with a hearty laugh, as you offered him a big smile.

“Never,” you promised, “not even if we have another kid in the future. I’m telling you, they look like blobs on the ultrasound and you can’t even say I’m wrong. I mean, you’re a nurse! You gotta admit they just look like blobs more than anything else.”

“I’m going to agree with you because you’re my wife and pregnant,” he folded his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair, playfully narrowing his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, “I know better than to argue with my pregnant wife. Whom I love very much.”

The sweet tone in his voice caused you to soften as you set down your fork, “I love you too, Steve. So much.”

“I know,” he gently nudged his foot with yours, “is there anything else I can do for you? Whatever you need. Bubble bath?”

“Oh, that sounds lovely,” you agreed, “I feel like even my bones are tired. They could use a good soak.”

“And then you can tell me all about your day,” he insisted as you nodded at him.

“But only if you tell me all about yours,” you replied, “and Camila’s. I’m sure the two of you got up to no good.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” and that told you enough to know that the two of them definitely got into something, “we’re practically angels.”

“Shut up,” you laughed at him, shaking your head in amusement, “that’ll be the day. But luckily, I love and want to keep you both around.”

“I want you around too,” he stood up and slowly stretched before reaching for your hands, “do you want seconds first or bath now?”

“Bath now,” you let him take your hands and help to hoist you to your feet, “dessert later?”

“Dessert - “ he paused for a moment as you raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to put together what you were actually insinuating, “oh. Oh. Y-yeah, we can do that. Definitely.”

“Come on then,” you tilted your head towards the upstairs, “how often do we get this much peace, quiet and alone time?”

“Almost never,” he agreed, “you’re right. Let’s go.”

Needless to say, things were as hectic and chaotic as ever in the Harrington household.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #nurse!steve #st #joe keery

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flowercrowngods · 11 months

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hello i’m attempting something for steddie week too, but it'll be one large thing probably @steddie-week

day 01: pining

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eddie The Problem munson: —steeb —esteban —stefano —stevie —love of my life apple of my eye pls pls tell me i can call you —i am very chill etc etc —no i’m not —let me call youuuu —😠🥺🙏

Steve snorts as he picks up his phone and reads Eddie’s messages that keep coming in his usual spam of consciousness, a giddy feeling spreading in his chest as he snorts and goes to answer.

— Call me then, coward

Not a second later, his phone rings. Steve picks up immediately, even though he considers making Eddie wait; just to be difficult. Just to calm his racing heart that is always so lively around Eddie.

“What,” he says, attempting to sound bored and annoyed — in vain, because even he can hear the smile on his face. Traitor, he thinks to himself.

“Steve,” Eddie sing-songs, drawing out Steve’s name like he does every time he’s happy. “Steve, Steve, Stevie.”

“Ed, Ed, Eddie,” he sings back, relaxing into his couch and shutting the laptop. Lesson planning can wait, he decides, shuffling all the loose pages into the text book and placing his laptop on the pile, trusting that physics won’t betray him. “What’s got you so happy, hm?”

“Why do you think I’m happy?” Damn idiot has a smile on his face as he asks that, Steve can hear it. It makes his own grin widen and he huffs into the phone.

“I literally know you, babe.”

Babe. His heart flutters every time he says it — and he tries not to, because it’s meaningless, it’ll never happen. But Eddie picks it back up every time, and Steve is weak. God, he is so, so weak.

On the other end, Eddie hums and Steve basks in the sound for a moment. It’s always so contagious, Eddie’s happiness, and he wants to soak it all up. Wants to be the reason for it. Wants, wants, wants.

“You do,” Eddie says, his voice so light and fond it makes Steve’s whole body tingle. And his heart flutter. And it fills him with such happiness that he feels like he could take on the entire world right now, just with the way Eddie’s voice went all soft on him.

God, he’s hopeless. So, so hopeless. But he’s also weak. An addict, leeching off Eddie’s attention, getting a kick out of the smallest dose, and absolutely certain he couldn’t survive if it were taken from him. He needs it. Even if it kills him a little bit, because—

“She said yes.”

Steve blinks. “Huh?”

“Chrissy. She said— She said yes, Stevie. We’re getting married.”

He says it and he sounds so happy. So, so happy. And Steve is the world’s worst best friend for the way he freezes, the way he almost drops his phone if it weren’t for the vice grip he has on it, frozen in time and space because his heart has stopped beating. It has stopped, surely, because no beating heart can hurt this much. No beating heart can crack open and still work the way it used to three, five, seven seconds ago.

Eddie, bless his entire soul, laughs to fill the silence, and it’s the happiest sound. A boyish one, like there is no pain in the world and not a worry on his mind. A bit hysterical, too. Like he can’t believe it himself yet. Like this is the best day of his life and saying it again has reminded him of it. At least that’s what Steve imagines it feels like when someone wants to be married to you. He wouldn’t know, of course, as the only person he would ever ask is already engaged to someone else. Apparently.

Eddie is engaged.

Engaged and laughing and so, so happy.

And Steve feels nauseous. Dizzy. Breathless. His eyes begin to sting and the hand that’s holding his phone begins to tremble, his grip so tight it hurts.

Steve feels… too much. His hands tremble and he tries hard not to cry.

“You’re getting married.”

“We’re getting married.”

They’re getting married.

Fuck.

Someone has to tell Robin. Because in true Platonic Soulmate manner, Steve and Robin fell in love with the two people who are in love with each other. Like the chaotic mess they are.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner,” Eddie continues, a bit more sober now. Sounding genuine and sufficiently awkward about it, in true Eddie-manner. Like the big old softie he secretly is. “I would have, but…”

But I know you’re in love with me and didn’t want to burden you with the love I carry for someone who isn’t you, Steve’s brain auto-fills helpfully. But you keep flirting with me and there was never room for someone else when I was with you.

But, but, but—

He swallows and drags in a deep breath past the pain in his throat where all the words he can never say are forming a massive lump.

“Hey man, don’t worry about that, we all know I suck at keeping secrets,” he offers. And it’s a lie, because he has kept this one thing secret for years and years. This one thing, this huge and all-encompassing thing that he can feel in the tips of his fingers when he is texting Eddie, and on his tongue when they are talking, and in his heart even when he is sleeping.

This one thing, this one secret, is his never-ending love for Eddie.

And he will add another one to that, a lovely little friend for it. To keep it company. That other secret, of course, will be the way his heart has shattered into a million little pieces and will remain that way until he can’t even look at Eddie anymore. And even then will he look at Eddie and smile at him, and Eddie will smile back and the pain will flare up again.

Again and again and again, for the rest of their lives. Possibly even beyond that.

“You do suck at that,” Eddie chuckles, though it is quieter this time, almost private. Fond. Gentle. Always, always like that. It used to mean something once. And if Steve closes his eyes, he can imagine that Eddie smiles his secret smile, the one Steve has only seen directed at himself. It almost breaks him.

Eddie’s I have known you for a whole eternity and love you beyond words, silly, but you also make my life so much harder-smile. That’s what he has dubbed it because that is what Eddie had said the first time he smiled like that when Steve was drunk off his ass.

But. But, but, but—

It’s no use to think of that now, to reminisce and imagine what might have been if… Well. If Steve weren’t Steve.

And that sure is a dark path he doesn’t want to trudge now, not in the face of the even darker path of Eddie getting married that he sure as hell will have to walk down for the rest of his life.

He sighs and tries to think of something to say. Something good. Something that is not Please don’t marry Chrissy. Please don’t take yourself away from me. Please. Please don’t get married to anyone who isn’t me. Please open your eyes and see me, please listen to me, please understand what I say when I say I love you. Please.

He kind of spaces out for the rest of the conversation, not really listening to Eddie’s words over the ringing in his ears and the pumping beat of his shattered heart.

Eddie speaks softly to him, the undercurrent of happiness and contentment still in his voice, and it would give Steve life, it would be contagious, it would be so very precious if it didn’t also drive the knife of pain ever deeper into Steve’s entire soul, slicing him apart with no one around to put him back together again.

Splitting him in half. One half that just wants Eddie to be happy, to sound like he does right now for ever and ever. And the other half, loathing that Eddie’s happiness is not inspired by him, not because of him, not in any sort of relation to him.

It’s not fair. And Steve is torn. So he shuts himself off and lets Eddie ramble, tells him that he is tired after pulling an all-nighter again and wrangling the his difficult seventh graders that were particularly hard on him today when the other man asks him if he is all right.

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, and a traitorous tear rolls down Steve’s cheek at the caring exasperation he hears there. “How often do I need to tell you that sleep is important? You’re gonna wear yourself out at this rate. And the kids just suck.”

“I know,” he says, and sniffs, willing the tears to not fall. Not until Eddie has hung up on him.

“Aww. That emotional, huh?”

At that, Steve sobs out a laugh and gladly accepts the way out. “Well, excuse me, my bestest friend whom I love very much is getting married soon! Or, well, I hope it’s soon, nobody has time for all that suspense. Anyway, I am allowed to be emotional about this!”

Eddie chuckles again and sighs gently. “Yes, you are. I’m glad you are. Thank you, Stevie.”

Don’t thank me. Not for this. Not over this, please, don’t thank me.

“Don’t thank me,” he says with a grin, and it hurts his cheeks from how forced it is. “Thank yourself for being brave enough to actually go through with the proposal! We both know you’re chicken shit.”

Just like me, he thinks. Just like me.

They laugh and it sounds hollow to Steve’s ears. He just wants the phone call to end, wants this to be over with. Wants them to not get married. Never, ever, in this life or the next.

He wants… he wants Robin. No, he needs his best friend, his soulmate. He can’t cry alone, not about this.

Eventually, Eddie hangs up, that smile still so audibly his lips, and that painful happiness still very clear in his voice. Steve wants to share it. But he can’t.

All he can do is stare at the phone in his trembling hand before he closes his eyes and lets himself cry, his head falling back against the couch until he slumps over to one side. He stares and he cries until he can’t anymore.

Eddie. The love of his life. Is getting married. To Chrissy, the other, platonic love of his life, who is like a sister to him. Who, coincidentally, is the love of his real platonic soulmate’s life.

Fucking hell, the mess they find themselves in!

After a while of pitifully staring at the wall, all cried out and feeling thoroughly pathetic, he lifts his phone and speed-dials Robin.

“Stevie?”

He sniffs, and it must sound as awful as he feels, for her next words are, “I’ll be right there. Alcohol or ice cream?”

“Both?” he whimpers after a moment, and Robin hums right back.

“I’ve got you. I’ll be there in ten.”

She hangs up before he can say anything more, and he is overcome with all the love he holds for her.

As he waits for her to come over, he does not move from the awkwardly half curled-up position on his couch, the lesson plans for tomorrow forgotten completely. This is his life now. His Eddie-less life. His engaged-Eddie life. His loveless, hopeless, endlessly pitiful life.

come back tomorrow for: bittersweet & angst | read here

#steddieweek2023 #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #dio words #listen idk if this'll be a whole thing but I hope it will (but also I've written almost the exact same premise for the Witcher once before #so if you feel like this is too familiar I swear I am not plagiarising this is just me again with a hallmark typcial trope dont yell at me #please 🤍#it’s technically not day one for me bc it’s 3:42am but eh

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luveline · 2 years

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Steve with reader who has a cold, just generic full on fluff with helping her have a warm bath, nothing spicy just domestic? :) <3 ly always

18+ for general nudity theres NOT smut/ any graphic descriptions, pure fluff! thank you for your request doting steve is the best! ly anon 1k wc

"Oh, gross. What the fuck's happening in here?” Steve asks, bursting through your bedroom door like a maniac.

You flinch awake, a wave of used up tissues falling off of your chest. "Steve?" you ask, though your nose is so plugged up that it comes out like, "Steeb?"

"I think my nose just started running, it's like the air is eighty percent vapor rub."

You pull your bed sheets over your face to hide from your boyfriend for about five seconds before the air gets too hot and you have to pull it down to just under your lips.

His eyes soften when he gets a good look at you. "Shit, you don't look good."

He strides straight to your window and throws it open and then to your side, tugging the sweat-damp sheets off of your tired body.

"I told you I was sick."

He sits by your knees, hands landing familiarly over your struggling chest. He spreads his hand, feels the clammy material with a frown. The smoothing of his hand over your skin is nice.

"You said sick, not dying."

"You're so dramatic," you complain weakly, your voice thick.

He pats your chest once. "Alright bub, up we come," he says, arms slipping under your back.

You moan as he pulls you up and in, his chin pushing over the dip of your shoulder in a hug. He rubs your back. You wish you could breathe through your nose if only to smell his scents, his bergamot and cedarwood, his hairspray and his skin.

"Steve, I'll make you sick."

"Sacrifices."

You're sweaty and too-hot, you smell sick and you look worse and Steve absolutely doesn't care, his skin on yours unflinching.

"I think," Steve says under his breath, pulling back to look down at your feeble hunch, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead, "that you need a bath."

"I'm too tired."

"I'll help you out, yeah? I'm, like, your personal hot male nurse."

You wrinkle your nose at him and the skin around your nostrils feels tight and dry. You wince, wanting to fall into his arms and never get back up again. Steve has other ideas, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you into the bathroom. He shuts the toilet lid and sits you down gently.

"I don't want to be naked right now, I'm disgusting," you complain though you don’t really mind, content for him to do as he pleases. You're just happy he’s here.

"You've never been disgusting a day in your life. Icky, maybe. Slimy. Pretty underneath all the dirt, though, babe," Steve says as he turns on the faucet.

He sticks his hand under the stream until he's happy with the temperature and then pulls out a clean towel, tucking it over the towel rack and turning to you, smiling his pretty smile that always manages to calm you down.

You look up at him, breathing through your mouth, head heavy as a bowling ball. He rubs your shoulders lightly.

"Stevie…"

"I know. You're alright. Look, let's get this off you," he says, hands at the hem of your shirt. He helps you undress and encourages you to hang onto his waist as you step out of your pants, his hands waiting to catch you as you climb into the bathtub. It's not necessary – you're not dizzy, only aching and weak – but it makes you happy that he cares that much.

You feel better as the water rises, legs crossed and pulled up to your chest in an effort to maintain some dignity though it really couldn't matter less, your boyfriend having seen and loved on almost every part of you by this point. Steve sits on the lip of the tub with his arms crossed, only moving to reach out and rub the top of your back with the heel of his palm when you cough.

"The steam will clear you out, get you breathing easy again in no time," he promises.

You turn to him, bringing your hands from the water. They get the hip of his trousers regretfully wet as you grip the side of the bath and drop your head into his lap.

Steve heaves a sympathetic sigh and hugs you best he can in your positions. You're so tired and being this sick is miserable but his company, his care and his touch are all invaluable. You melt in his arms, quickly close to dozing.

"Don't fall asleep," he croons jokingly, "I haven't given you your sponge bath."

"You little freak," you murmur. He bursts into laughter, his chuckles rocking you and making the water around you ebb and wave. You feel like laughing too for the first time in at least a few days.

"Sorry I couldn't come see you sooner. I mean, I would've made it happen if I'd known you were this sick, I swear," he says.

"It's okay. I know you would've. I've only been this bad since last night."

"You could've called me."

"You worked overtime, I wouldn't do that to you."

"Do what? Let me take care of you? Shocker, loser, I want to do that. I wanna take care of you all the time."

You grumble into his lap and he mimics the sound fondly, rubbing the edge of your hairline, pushing against it.

"You want me to wash your hair, babygirl?" Made warm with affection his words come out quiet, like his lips aren't fully parted.

"Please?" you whisper.

He guides your head from his lap and strokes your face before giving you a good pat on the cheek. "I'm gonna have you clean as a whistle in no time," he says with pride. He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Then I'm changing your gross sheets. You couldn't pay me to cuddle on those bad boys. There's, like, an eighth grade science experiment happening in there."

"Bet I could persuade you," you say, not believing it yourself.

"You definitely could. Dunk your head, I wanna wash your hair before the water gets cold."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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belokhvostikova · 9 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing and smoking.

It was Steve Harrington’s twenty-ninth big birthday palooza.

Well, at least that’s what the giant, colorful banner called it, that hung across the foyer of his home. That’s what happens when Dustin Henderson plans your party. But the kid—who was beyond the definition of a kid now—had told Steve he had no right to complain about it being childish. Steve did shoot down the first option of “Big Birthday Bash,” terribly unaware that palooza was the next best thing for Henderson.

Had he known, he surely would have stuck with the first option.

Steve was correct, though. The banner was childish, and it had garnered all the fascination from the mini Munson that walked in with a gaping mouth of pure awe at the bright sign. At the very least, the actual kid would enjoy it.

And “palooza” was really selling it out. It was merely a group of adult friends simply hanging out like old times. Only the new addition was the three-year-old hanging off your leg, who adorably looked a lot like your husband.

Not fair. You did most of the work.

But it was worth it, staring into those baby cow eyes every time you crouched down to your kid. And once you stood up, you’d find them again from Eddie Munson, himself, who peered at you lovingly.

Of course, you had to show off your baby and bring him to the party. He was already a crowd favorite. Being the first baby born into Hawkins’ infamous clan of misfits gave you that right. And they all loved that tiny Munson.

Especially after that “Happy Birtday, Uncle Steeb!” It was enough to make icebergs melt.

And having a child at an adult hangout wasn’t all bad. Keeping the beers separated from the juice boxes, and having a yard big enough for the child to run was sufficient enough. Bonus points for Steve Harrington’s dog, Rufus, who took up all your kid’s attention.

By the end of the night, the group had naturally separated into two; the men left smoking outside, while the women conversed in the comfort of the living room. This had come after the cake celebration. Once the candles were blown out, Steve had joked that he wished to keep all his hair throughout his thirties. In reality, he’d wished to start a family as loving as the one his friend had.

He would end up confiding this to Eddie during the relaxed smoking session. That he wanted the whole package; a wife and kid. In fact, he dreamed of having many of them. Eddie blew out the smoke from his cigarette and smiled. “It’s the greatest fucking feeling ever, man.”

Because when Eddie looked back through the glass doors of the patio, he saw you. Sitting and chatting, beautiful as ever. But the cherry on top was seeing his tiny kid straddling your lap. His curly head of hair buried into your neck calmly asleep, as Eddie’s leather jacket draped over as a comforting blanket.

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” Eddie beamed, as he stomped out his cigarette.

One day Steve would get that. Whether it was with the pretty lady he was currently seeing or a future soulmate, he’d get that.

Eddie had walked in, strutting over to the quarter of cake that was left after everyone had gotten a slice. Not you, though. You were busy cheering on Steve from the couch, as your baby used your chest as a bed. Cutting a slice, and plonking it onto a paper plate, Eddie meandered his way next to you on the couch.

“You deserve a piece.” He forked a triple chocolate portion into your mouth, where he smiled, as your face contorted into delight. “Good?” He knew it was, he devoured two slices earlier. You could only hum with pleasure, before he leaned in and whispered. “Should we feed the monster?”

It was a risky move. One taste of sugar, and your three-year-old would turn into the Hulk. But it was a risk worth taking, your baby was too cute not to feed treats to.

Eddie managed to slowly insert a small piece between his tiny puckered lips, as he slept. And in true Munson fashion, your baby chewed in his sleep, eyes closed but mouth surely moving.

Then, those baby cow eyes tiredly opened at the sudden sweetness. “Choclat?”

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | I don’t know why I keep making Dad!Eddie blurbs. It’s an addiction that can’t be stopped.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #dad!eddie x mom!reader #steve harrington

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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you're a drug that's killing me

summary || your happy night leads to a not so happy morning.

warnings || smut (I wanna add details, but I’m tired) — MINORS DNI . 18+

* this story is DARK and I’m not adding a few warnings to keep the suspense. So please don’t interact if you think this might make you uncomfortable.

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I had this idea lingering in my head for too long and I finally wrote it and it feels good lmao

Bucky smirked as he finally found you in the crowd. You were standing in the corner, away from the raucous noise. You were like an angel standing amongst the unworthy mortals — radiant, beautiful, pristine.

You were so unaware of his love for you.

It was some kind of a magnetic pull he couldn’t really describe that pulled him to you. He didn’t even realise when he walked past the crowd towards you. He noted the way your eyes widened and your breath hitched when he asked you for a dance.

He hated that. He hated how you didn’t believe that he was asking you out. He hated how you doubted yourself. But not for long. He would give you so much love that you would never doubt yourself again, ever.

He could feel the way your body trembled as he pulled you to the dance floor. Your hand was shivering as he held it in his and he swore he could feel your souls connecting. He had been dying to touch you, and now that he had you in his arms, he was in heaven.

His hand was draped over your waist and only he knew how he was controlling himself from squeezing. You were both swaying to the rhythm of the song blaring when suddenly you tripped over your feat and fell straight on his chest.

“I… I’m sorry. I just.., I’ve never done this before.” You stammered and he thought you looked so cute. He knew you were inexperienced, in more ways than one. He held his arm tighter on your back so that you were still pressed against him as he pulled you across the floor.

“It’s okay; even I’m dancing after seventy years.” He chuckled but something changed in your eyes. You were looking up at him with concern glinting in your eyes. Oh you cared so much for him. And now that you were in his arms, he wasn’t ever going to let you go.

~~~

“Oh Bucky!” You gasped with excitement as he picked you up in his arms. He closed the door with his foot as he carried you into his house. You were honestly turned on by how strong he was as he carried you easily to his bedroom.

He was very gentle as he laid you down on his soft bed. You sat up on your hands as you saw him remove his coat and unbutton his shirt. All of this truly felt like a dream. You had fantasised about this night, but then, who hadn’t?

Bucky Barnes was every girls’ wild dream and on top of that, you seeing him everyday didn’t help. You worked as an assistant to Tony’s PA and honestly, your job didn’t entail much except running to get coffees and taking the brunt when someone had a bad day.

You were honestly so shocked when the Bucky Barnes asked you for a dance. You never thought he’d even notice you, much less ask you in front of everyone. You were sure there were many women giving you looks as you danced with the super soldier.

But you didn’t care for that as Bucky patiently guided you throughout your clumsy steps. He chuckled when you slipped and held you when you fumbled. You honestly hadn’t ever thought the feared assassin would be so gentle and understanding with you.

No man had ever made you feel like he did — so desired.

You gasped as his fingers slipped down the straps of your dress. You were inherently shy, and if it weren’t for the little alcohol running in your veins, you wouldn’t be here. Your heated body shivered when Bucky’s cold metal fingers touched you.

Bucky looked spellbound when he pulled the dress down your body. His eyes twinkled as if he had seen a goddess and it boosted your ego. You spread your legs on your own accord when Bucky settled between them. His shirt was off and you marvelled at his chiseled body.

You gasped when his hot breath fell open your already heated folds. His tongue was skilful as he ate you out. You hadn’t ever done this before, and it felt much much better than you had thought — something straight out of the books.

Bucky was lapping up your slick juices as if he would die if he didn’t taste you. His hands were firm against your thighs as he held you open. You clutched the bedsheets beneath you as you arched your back when he flicked your swollen clit.

The room was filled with your hoarse moans and little lapping noises. You whimpered out his name when two of his fingers entered your sopping hole. A squelching noise permeated as he began thrusting those fingers within you.

His lips sucked and nipped your swollen folds while his fingers fucked into you. You saw the way his hips humped into the bed and you smiled as you realised he was loving it just as much as you. The fact that he wanted you so bad that he couldn’t control himself was what did it for you.

His fingers curled inside you just as he sucked on your nub, and you bright lights behind your eyes as you came. The entire world stood still as you experienced the sweetest pleasure of your existence. You were probably mumbling a chant of his name but you were too out of it to realise.

His beard glistened in the moonlight as he got up from between your thighs. Your eyes traveled below as he began unzipping his pants and you nearly choked on air as you took in his size. He was thick and you whimpered thinking of how it might hurt you.

“Shh., I’d never hurt you doll. I promise.” His reassuring words were like a ball to your ache. You body was still twitching with aftershocks when he draped himself over you. You finally placed your hands over his chest and slightly traced the scars on his shoulder.

“Fuck. I can’t wait anymore.” He said with a thick voice as he rubbed the head of his cock over your folds. He entered you slowly, making you aware of each thick inch you took. You clutched his bulging biceps as he finally settled within you.

He held your hips in a bruising grip as he began rutting into you. The bed rattled with the speed of his thrusts and the noise was accompanied with your loud moans. He was fucking you like a desperate man who’d finally found his hold.

“This is so much better than I thought. Pure heaven.” He grunted mostly to himself than you. Bucky thought about you, this knew found knowledge sent your head into an overdrive. “You feel so good doll. Just made for me. Only me.”

“Yes. Yes Bucky! Please.” You babbled and your little whimpers spurred Bucky more. His lips were swift to press little kisses and nibbles on your neck while his hand snaked down to rub your nub. All of this was so overwhelming, you thought you’d combust.

You felt the coil getting tight in your stomach and before you could say something to Bucky, you came. It felt like a dam being released and for a minute you thought you were peeing before you realised exactly what was happening. You were squirting.

“Oh my…. I.. I’m so.. sorry!” You struggled to speak as your body trembled with the intensity of the orgasm. Bucky’s eyes were planted to the place where you were joined as he took in the mess you made. And to your surprise, he was probably turned on by it as he came in you with a loud growl.

“Fuck! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He said as he laid down besides you. You were both catching your breath and you smiled at him as he wasn’t embarrassed by you. Your eyes followed the droplets of sweat that traveled down his spine and you still couldn’t believe you slept with him.

He pulled you closer and you instantly relaxed in his embrace. You laid your head on his chest and your eyes closed of their own accord as the tiredness of the day settled in. You heard a little I love you murmured, but it slipped out of your brain as you drifted off to sleep.

~~~

You woke up with a smile as you remembered last night. The sunlight filtered through the curtains as you opened your eyes and yawned. Bucky was already dressed in sweatpants and he wished you a good morning and you grumbled the same back.

Life was sweet, but that was before you tried to set your feet on the ground. You let out a shriek when you noticed your legs were cuffed together, and so were your hands. You hadn’t noticed it when you woke up, but these things now poked your eye.

“B… Bucky, what is this?” You raised your hands up as if to bring it to his attention. Bucky just shrugged and kept staring. He didn’t move or even give an explanation. “Let me out of this Bucky! If this is a joke, then I’m not liking it. Let me out, now!”

“My love for you is not a joke!” His face suddenly turned hard as he banged his fist on the table. You gulped nervously as your eyes watered. You knew that whatever this was, it was no good. “What do you mean?” Your voice was meek.

“Can’t you see? I love you. I love you so much that I can’t stand the thought of you being away from me for even a minute. I saw you. I saw everything you did when no one else even noticed you.” At this point, you were openly sobbing as the meaning behind his words sank in.

“You can’t keep me like this. People will come to find me!” You saying that more to yourself than him. “Who will come to find you doll? We both know your boss won’t care and will replace you within a blink of an eye. But not me. To me you’re irreplaceable. You’re everything.”

He came closer and sat in front of you. He cupped your cheek and you hated how much it still comforted you. “You don’t have to do anything anymore. You don’t have his work, you don’t have to worry. You just have to love me.” You shook your head as tears ran down your cheeks. “No.” You muttered.

“Don’t worry. You’ll learn to love me.” His tone was so sweet and calm. He believed his words. As if he had some sort of magic potion to make you fall in love with him. And that was the single most horrifying thing you’d ever heard.

~~~

“You know.. I uh,,.. I was thinking…” you nervously muttered. Bucky placed down the book he was reading and looked up at you with loving eyes. “What do you want doll? Don’t be afraid. Have I ever denied you anything?”

You shook your head and mentally chastised yourself. Bucky had been nothing but a loving husband to you — but then why were you so scared of him? It was like some baser instinct you couldn’t quite get rid of. Something that your soul was screaming but your mind couldn’t listen.

Bucky was the man of your dreams. You had met each other and quickly married and later settled into these suburbs. Everything happened so fast that you barely even remembered anything. It was like a blur in your memory and your head hurt when you tried to remember the details.

“I was wondering if we could order pizza. I mean Wanda is coming over and Billy and Tommy love pizza…. and I’m tired.” You nearly whispered the last part. You wanted to be the perfect wife for him, and you hated it when you disappointed him.

“That’s all? Of course you can order pizza for all of us.” Bucky’s smile was so sweet you wondered why you were even slightly wary of this man. He was literally a warm beam of sunshine, and you were so lucky to have his love.

“I love you.” You bent down to press your lips to his in a quick kiss. He complained when you separated and you giggled at your husbands antics. You quickly placed the call to the local pizza place and placed the order. When asked for the address, you replied,

“24, pine tree lane, westview.”

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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My little love

Chapter 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced reader

Warning: little bit of sad Bucky, a bit of upset Lottie (she’s a kid she has tantrums), mentions of the three boys that died, mostly fluff though, bucky being a good dad, Steve being the sweet uncle he is, takes of having children in the future

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: here is some fluff especially after the last two very sad chapters. Fury meets Charlotte, will he resist how adorable she is or will she win him over?

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Ch. 9

A yellow dress and light up sneakers.

That is all Lottie was willing to wear for days at a time. If you even grabbed a onesie or shirt she’d throw a fit. Bucky gave in first and put it on her even though she had gotten said dress dirty and it needed to be washed. The funniest thing to you was the reasons as to why he let her wear it.

‘But she looks so cute in it.’

‘It was a gift from her grandpa.’

‘Of course I put it on her, she was upset and I don’t like seeing her cry.’

You knew he was still working through the loss of the boys so you didn’t push him too much. Currently you had put your foot down and both father and daughter were pouting.

“I’m just going to wash it. The dress is filthy.”

“Mama on.” Lottie tugged on the dress.

“Sweet Angel, I’ll put it on in a little bit, I have to wash it.” You said as you walked toward the washing machine.

“Mama on.”

Lottie followed you out of her room while she cried. Bucky was right behind her trying to pick her up but she wasn’t having it. The washing machine was ready and you tossed the dress in, causing Lottie to be even more distressed. You picked her up to show her what you were doing.

“Look sweet Angel. I’m just washing it, so it’s nice and clean.”

“Bath mama?” Lottie pointed at the water.

“Yes it’s a bath for your dress cuz it’s stinky. Like your butt.” You tickle her sides causing her to giggle through her tears. “Come on, let’s watch Belle with daddy.”

Lottie cheered, completely forgetting about the dress. Bucky had gone ahead and set up the movie in the living room. It was his turn to look upset.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Do we really have to watch this movie again?”

A satisfied smirk rests on your lips. Bucky groans and throws his head back. Since your father had shown up and given his new granddaughter the dress he said it was only right that she watched the movie. She was hooked so beauty and the beast was playing constantly.

“What was it that you said the other day? Oh yeah ‘she’s upset and I don’t like seeing her cry.’ You know I can’t take off the dress while she sleeps because she wakes up. I had to do it my love. Besides, look at how happy she is to spend time with daddy.” You said as you sat Lottie down beside him.

The toddler looked up at her father and pointed at the tv. Her little face was full of happiness the minute the music started to play. She hopped off the couch and began dancing along. You sat down and laid against Bucky when he lifted his arm so that you could be as close as possible.

“You should dance with her.” You tell Bucky when it gets to the scene where Belle and Beast dance together. He turns his head slightly before shaking it no. “Come on, teach her how a girl should be treated.”

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes but the minute he took Lottie’s hands in his and started swaying, he couldn’t stop smiling. He dipped and twirled and lifted her all around the living room. And you got every single moment on video. Lottie’s arms wrapped around his neck as she gave him kisses on his cheek.

“I see how it is. Are you having a dance party without me?” Steve said as he walked into the room.

“Steeb.” Lottie yelled in excitement. She had been learning everyone’s names but she was having trouble with his, it was cute and Steve loved it.

Lottie jumps out of Bucky’s arms and into Steve’s. She hadn’t seen him in about two weeks since he had to leave for a mission.

“Where’s your princess dress, sweetheart?”

“Bath.” She replies as she boops his nose. Steve returns the gesture before kissing her forehead.

“Her dress is in the bath?”

“It was the easiest way to explain a washing machine.” You shrug.

“Oh.” He replies as he sits down, Charlotte in his lap and snuggling into his chest. It was obvious they missed each other. “So is this going to be her birthday theme?”

“Either that or a play on words with the number four.” You look over at Steve and Lottie. “Doesn’t it freak you out sometimes to think she was born in the 80s but she’s a baby?”

“Not really. I mean look at us. We’re almost 100 years old and we don’t look like it.”

“Wait.” You say up straight trying to hold back a laugh. “So if someone that’s older dates a younger person they’re considered a cradle robber, does that make me a grave robber?”

Steve throws his head back in laughter but Bucky just glared at you.

“I’m sitting right here.” He throws a cushion at you. It only serves to make you laugh more.

“Babe, I’m just kidding. You’re the cutest senior citizen I’ve ever seen.” You say as you move closer to him. He side-eyes you but can’t hide his smile when you kiss his cheek. “Don’t forget you’re a total dilf.” You whisper in his ear causing him to turn beet red.

Bucky was pulling away, you could feel it. It happened after the funeral. He was grieving you knew that but every night once he thought you were asleep he would slip out of bed and head towards his own apartment. It wouldn’t matter much except you were practically living together. You gave him the space he so clearly wanted, only asking Friday where he was and what he was doing.

“He seems to be crying.” The A.I. replied and you wanted to go to him but you knew if he wanted someone around he would have stayed.

You wanted to do something for him. It had been a few weeks since your date and you were due for another. Steve had agreed to babysit Lottie. Now you only have to gather your supplies and get ready.

The night was comfortably cool, still you filled the back of the pick up truck with pillows and blankets. There was a small radio tucked in a corner, your laptop and a picnic basket. You had asked Tony to dim the outdoor lighting even though you were driving further into the compound property. The lights would have made it difficult to stargaze. All you had to do now was wait for Bucky to show up. He had asked a hundred questions when you texted him to dress comfortably and meet you in the parking garage.

The elevator doors open and you perk up at the sound of footsteps. Bucky rounded the corner to find you leaning against the pick up. He wore a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair was still damp so you were sure he came straight down from training.

“Are you going to tell me what this is about now?”

“Get your ass in the car and let’s go. You’ll see soon enough.”

Bucky walks toward the driver side and you put a hand on his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You look up at him confused.

“I always drive.”

“First of all, you do not and second you don’t even know where we’re going. Now go be my passenger princess.”

“Your passenger what?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at you. You laugh and wave him over to the passengers side.

“Will you just get in?”

Bucky narrows his eyes but does as you ask. You climb into the driver’s seat and take off as soon as you’re both settled. The drive is only about five minutes. You both could have just walked there but you wanted to use the bed of the truck. There’s a clearing in the middle of the wooded area, one that Tony mentioned would be used to build cabin style homes in the future. You park the truck and hop out with Bucky following.

“Can I ask what we’re doing out here? Are we burying a body or something?”

You smile as you wrap your arms around his waist and push yourself on your toes to give him a kiss.

“No, I just wanted to do something nice for you. Although I love the fact that you’re willing to help bury a body.” He shrugs as you open the back of the truck so that you could get in, turning on the lantern you had brought. “Now, music or movie?”

Bucky’s hands cup your face and his lips capture yours in an instant. He’s sure and calculating with his moves. His tongue swipes at your lips but before things go further Bucky pulls away.

Tease.

“Music.” He answers and lets you set up the speaker.

You selected a playlist created just for him with a mixture of big band songs he liked and some modern ones you liked. As the first notes of the song plays Bucky pulls you into him again and sways with you. A bit slower and a lot more intimate. He hums along as he rests his cheek against your temple. When the song ends he pulls back and smiles at you before picking you up and setting you down on the back of the truck. It only takes a few seconds before you’re both comfortably laying in each other’s arms.

“I want to ask you something.”

“You can ask me anything, sugar.”

“Will you officially move into my apartment?” You said as you tilted your head up to look at him.

“You want me to move in?”

You chuckle. “We’re together all the time and you sleep with me anyways. Lottie loves seeing you in the mornings. All you have to do is move your stuff over so you don’t have leave to take a shower at your place. Only if you want to though.” You can see him thinking it over.

“Ok, I’ll move in.”

“Really?” You smile.

“Really. I have a question for you now.”

“Shoot.”

“How would you feel about officially being Charlotte’s mother?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean how would you feel about adopting Lottie? Everyone knows you’re her mom but there is no paper that says it. And in case anything ever happened to me it would be difficult for you to care for her in certain aspects.”

“I never even thought of that. Of course I’d love to adopt her.” You kiss his cheek. “Look at us being responsible.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, who would have thought we’d be sharing an apartment and a kid.”

You sit up and look at him. “For the record, I am more than happy that it’s you.” You lean down and kiss him. “And I know we’ve only been together for a little over a month but I’ve loved you for a lot longer than that. So if or when the time is right I’d love to share more kids with you.”

“You’ve thought about it? Having kids with me.”

“Yup. I knew you’d be a great dad and seeing you with Lottie is proof.” He gives you a bashful smile with rosy cheeks to make him look even more adorable.

“I’ve thought about it too.” He admits, it’s just a whispered confession. “A little us running around.” His hand travels up and down your arm.

“I’ve been thinking about the boys a lot too.”

“Yeah? Anything specific?”

“Just what they would be like. If they had abilities like their sister, what their favorite cartoon would have been.” You take a deep breath trying to keep the tears at bay.

“I just hope someone showed them even a little bit of kindness. Can you imagine four three year olds running around here?”

“Couldn’t be any worse than the team.”

Bucky chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

“They’re at peace now and I take comfort in knowing no one will ever be able to hurt them again.” He says quietly.

You nod in agreement and kiss his cheek one more time. There’s not much else you can say. Instead you lay in his arms and listen as he starts pointing out constellations to you.

The team was seated around a conference room table with Fury standing at the front of the room. Everyone had tablets in their hands as fury droned on and on about what important information had been found either by the team or Shield agents.

“So with the intel Sharon intercepted we have three separate missions that you will have to plan and execute.”

There’s a knock that interrupts him. Everyone turns to find Charlotte’s face and hands pressed against the glass on the bottom half of the door. She smiles when she notices the attention and her hand pounds the glass lightly. The team chuckles and Bucky moves to see why she’s up here in the first place.

“I am so sorry Sergeant Barnes,” Ivy said once Bucky opened the door. “She just took off and I tried to stop her but she’s pretty fast. I don’t even know how she found her way here.” She says as she catches her breath.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for looking out for her.”

Lottie had walked past her father, her favorite sneakers lighting the way and into the meeting room you were all in. Bucky shuts the door and apologizes for the intrusion. No one really cares, except for maybe Fury who looks unimpressed.

Charlotte walks towards him and she cranes her neck to be able to look up at him. Her arms stretch upward and she does grabby hands as best she can. She is holding up her pink bear.

“I do not pick up babies.” Fury says in a grumpy tone.

“Come here sweet Angel, come with mama.” You stood up from your place and rounded the table.

Charlotte’s bottom lip jutted out and wobbled. She was on the verge of tears.

“Uppies?” Her voice sounded small and unsure. Lottie’s eyes were wide as she waited to be picked up.

“Who taught her how to say uppies?” You asked.

“Me. Now come on, don't be mean to the kid Fury. Pick her up.” Clint said from his seat. There was a chorus of agreement from the others.

Reluctantly Fury picked Charlotte up and fumbled slightly until he was able to hold her comfortably. They stared at each other for a moment before Lottie smiled at him. The corners of Fury’s lips pulled upward for just a moment before he turned back to the team. You all had shit eating grins on your faces and Tony was taking pictures with his phone.

“Stark, there’s highly classified information in this room.” Fury barked out. “You have to delete those.”

“Chill out man, I blurred everything except for you.”

Fury glares at him for a moment. “Anyways, as I was saying. We have three missions. Wilson, Romanoff and Barton. You will have to head down to Bolivia.” He hits a button on the remote he was holding and the information he had mentioned pops up. “In three days there will be a shipment of weapons arriving at that location. It needs to be intercepted and the location they were going to needs to be destroyed. We believe these weapons were also created with Loki’s scepter. Overall it shouldn’t take more than two days.”

Sam, Clint and Nat all ask the questions they need before Fury moves on to the next mission.

“Rogers, Stark and Maximoff, you’re headed to Japan. Hydra has threatened a small pharmaceutical lab to work on some highly toxic gas or be blown into oblivion. You’ll need to leave tonight.”

“Do we know what this gas would be used for?” Steve asked.

“We think it would be used just like tear gas but this is more dangerous. In high concentration it can be deadly and if used at all it’s basically like mind control.”

“Why doesn’t hydra just create their own?” Wanda asked from her seat, waving at Lottie when the latter waved at her.

“Two reasons. The equipment needed is very difficult to buy. There are many security checks and such it can take about a year before you even get on the list of approved buyers. The second is this person here.” Fury clicks the remote and a picture of a young woman pops up. “She’s the only person with access to use that equipment. They need her to be able to create the gas.”

“Well, we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“Finally the last mission.” He says as he adjusts Lottie in his arms. She smiles at him and rests her head on his shoulder. This time he can’t hold back the small smile that escapes him. “Y/LN, Barnes there’s an auction happening in six days. Most of it is weapons, art or state secrets. We have people working on those. There is one item we think is a person. Someone with abilities and we think hydra is trying to auction them for missions. If our information is correct this person can make themselves invisible. So we need as much information as possible to find out where they’re being kept. You are only to get information. You will not engage with anyone.”

“So this is just a recon mission?” Bucky asks as he looks from Fury to you.

“Yes, if we can get the name of the person with the highest bid we can monitor when the asset is moved and hopefully intercept the delivery. I know it’s not your normal assignment Y/LN but there is a chance the asset could be there. If that’s the case we want you to extract them from the situation and I’ve heard you have a calming presence.” He says as he looks at Bucky.

The others chuckle as Bucky scowls in Fury’s direction.

“I can do that.”

“Good, you’ll leave in five days so that you can scope out the place and set up any equipment you may need. There will be two safe houses for you to use. One for when you get there, one for when you leave just in case your cover is blown.”

Both you and Bucky nod in acknowledgment.

“We’ll debrief as you come back from the missions and prepare for the next once we have the information needed for the asset.” Fury said his goodbye and gave Lottie to Steve.

Steve heads over to where Wanda and Tony are talking about the mission. He sets Lottie on his lap. Steve loved to hang out with her before a mission if he had a chance. With Lottie being looked after, Bucky takes your hand and you both head toward your now shared apartment.

“It’s our first mission together since we found Charlotte.” You mention.

“We’ll be fine. It’s a recon mission. All we do is sit there and watch and listen.”

“If that’s the case then why are we going and not Shield agents?”

“Because the asset might be there. This is hydra so I’d know how to handle them if they attack. Fury was right though, you do have a calming presence which will be helpful.”

“You think so?” You ask as you step into the living room. Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulders.

“I know so. You helped me feel safe when you guys found me in that little apartment.”

“Babe…”

“It’s true, it’s why Charlotte feels safe with you and why you’re so good at being our field medic. When the team sees you they know they’re safe.”

You give him a shy smile as he sits on the couch and pulls you onto his lap.

“It will be easy, all we have to do is make sure we get the information we need and get back to Charlotte safe.” Bucky kisses your forehead and pulls you impossibly closer.

You just hope he’s right.

Ch. 11