#this was inspired by a fluff prompt list and the word sweetheart

[zannithinks]

I'd like to request Sweetheart for the WIP Wednesday game please

😳🙈this one gets a little… spicy 🔥

Leonard wakes with heat pressed along his back. The pillow smells freshly washed, and with an indulgent sigh he nearly falls asleep again. The body behind him shifts their hips. It’s subtle, but not quite quick enough to miss the thick weight his bed partner is sporting.

He’s still asleep. That’s his excuse for why he tightens his hold on the arm around his waist before Jim can fully get away. Jim stills.

“S’okay to stay.” Leonard mumbles into his pillow, not sure if Jim will hear him. Not sure he wants him to.

Jim’s breath is a warm huff of air on the back of his neck as he mumbles. “It’s not going away on its own.”

“So help it out.” The pause is too tense to let lie, and Leonard bolsters himself to keep talking his way either out of or deeper into a hole. “What? Really going to be the first time you’ve gotten off with me in mind?”

“Are you admitting you fantasise about me, Bones?” Jim’s voice is light and teasing in the instant quip, no doubt clueless to the million memories it sparks.

Rushed showers and quiet nights spent stroking himself, always starting with the thoughts of the women and men in his short string of previous partners before their bodies morphed into tousled blond hair and a trim muscled figure and bright blue.

No matter what, some days he just ends up thinking about Jim.

#this was inspired by a fluff prompt list and the word sweetheart #somehow we got to smut #ooops #thanks so much for asking!!!! #it was good to give this a few more words 😊 #once the sex scene is done it’ll be pretty close to ready for posting #zanni answers #zanni writes #ask zanni #sweetheart

[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page

Because I Love You - 7 -

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU 

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son. 

Turning the Page Series Masterlist 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks 

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belongs to this series. 

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match. 

Rating: M🔞Warnings - Series will contain crude language, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Words : 2450

Because I Love You – 7 

Chapter Summary: Liam and Riley spend their first day as a family with William. A threat is revealed in Cordonia, while security is tightened in New York. Liam is called back to Cordonia.

Music Inspiration: When You Say Nothing at All, Alison Kraus & Union Station 

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.  

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week#62, prompt #1 - “Forever means nothing to me if I don’t get to spend it with you.” 

A/N3: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Holiday Prompt #18 - “If you throw that snowball, you’re declaring war.” 

A/N4: My submission for @choicesdecember2023, prompt, Food and Feasts - ‘National cocoa day.’ #choices monthly challenge 

A/N5: My submission for Choices Holidays Prompt Event, @angelasscribbles @choicesholidays, Week 3, “This is definitely going to land me on your naughty list.”

A/N6: My submission for Holiday Prompts 2023, prompt – Snowball Fight – Building a snowman. 

Brooklyn Heights, New York City 

The snow had drifted up against the patio door throughout the evening and continued to pile up as the new day began. 

William looked up and gasped. "It's snowing! Look, Mama, ... loooooooook!" 

Riley sauntered over to the glass door and gazed out at the beautiful sight. "It is snowing, LiLi. You are so right!" 

"Can we go outside and play, Mama? ...Pweeeeeze?" 

"Not yet sweetheart, it's still too early. But, maybe later today, the snow should still be falling." 

William grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Yay!" 

"You can show me all your favorite places outside in the snow." Liam chimed in, walking up to stand beside Riley with his coffee.

"Daddy, can you make a snowman with me?" 

"Yes, I can. In fact, I'm a snowman-making expert." Riley's eyebrow shot up quickly turning to see a smirking Liam beside her.

"Really? Wow." William excitedly clapped his hands. Riley smiled warmly at William's reaction, which mirrored closely with Liam's expression of delight.

"Yes, I have a special way of making them. Do you want me to show you how?" 

"Yes, Daddy, please!" 

Riley giggled, shaking her head. “Snow in the Capital?” 

“Not the Capital, but it was always snowing in Lythikos.”  Liam quipped back with a grin.

Liam whispered, “... and Mama can help too.” Liam smiled affectionately at Riley, softly stroking her cheek with his thumb. 

“But first, I would like to show you a train set at the toy store in the city! Would you like that, William?" 

"Yes, yes, yes! I want to go see the train." William excitedly bounced in his chair. Liam grinned, captivated by the joy in his son's expression.  

"Alright, let's finish our breakfast, and then we can get ready to go. We can also pick up some hot cocoa and marshmallows along the way." 

William squealed in delight. “Oh yes, Daddy.” 

Riley’s shoulders shook uncontrollably, with her laughter barely held. 

“You are having way too much fun, Li.” 

Liam bashfully looked at Riley and winked. “I will have Bastien prepare the car. We can go as soon as it gets here.” 

“Okay, little man. Let’s get you ready to go.” Riley walked to pick up William from his toddler chair as Liam made the arrangements. 

*** 

After visiting F.A.O. Schwarz in Rockerfeller center, as promised, Liam took Riley and William for a hot cocoa treat while admiring the huge Christmas tree in the center court. 

As they walked along the bustling streets of New York, Liam could not help but smile at how much fun his son was having, and truth be told, so was he. They had visited the toy store, where Liam had bought him a set of toy trains, and stealthily selected more toys for Christmas morning for William.

William was in awe of the trains, and he had insisted on carrying the bag personally all the way to the café by himself. 

As they entered, the waitress smiled warmly at them, and Riley was grateful for the privacy that being with the King afforded. She did not need any extra attention from onlookers. 

"Good afternoon, folks. What can I get for you?" 

Liam turned to Riley, "we will all have hot cocoa, with whipped cream and marshmallows."  

“That sounds delicious …yes, please.” Riley agreed. 

The waitress nodded, "you got it." 

As she walked away, Liam turned to Riley, "thank you, Riley." 

"For what?" 

"For letting me be part of William's life. I now know that I can't imagine not having him in my life." 

"I'm glad, Li. He's a very special little person." 

"He is. Just like... his mother." 

Riley blushed, "you're sweet." 

"Not as sweet as you." 

"Stop, Li," Riley laughed, shaking her head. 

"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we go to the park after this? We can build a snowman." 

"That sounds wonderful. LiLi will love it." 

"… and later, I was thinking just the two of us," Liam suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

"Oh...that sounds nice too." Riley smiled coyly. 

The waitress returned with their drinks, and they spent the next hour talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company. When they were done, Liam paid the bill, and they headed out into the crisp, winter air. 

"It's a date then?!" Liam continued to watch William. 

"It's a date." Riley confirmed. “Oh, yeah?” Liam beamed. 

“Yeah,” Riley confirmed, squeezing his hand. 

"I meant what I said earlier, Riley. I want to be a part of your lives, both yours and William's. 

As they continued to stroll, Liam reached out and took Riley's hand in his, a feeling of contentment washing over him. 

"I know, Li. And we want you in our lives too." 

"Good. Because now that I have you back in my life.... I want us to be a family." 

"I love you too, Liam." 

"Forever means nothing to me if I don't get to spend it with you." 

Central park was beautiful, covered in a blanket of fresh, white snow, and Riley could not help but smile as she watched Liam playing with William. The two were building a snowman, and William was giggling and squealing with delight. 

"Do you like it, William?" Liam asked, grinning. 

"I love it, Daddy." 

Liam's heart warmed at the sound of the word, and he scooped up his son, twirling him around. "I love it, too, LiLi." 

"Daddy, look, the snowman needs arms." 

"It does. What should we do?" William picked up two twigs and poked them in to its sides.

"Can we throw snowballs at the snowman nowe, Daddy?" Liam laughed. 

"Of course, we can. Whatever you would like." 

Liam put William down and helped him scoop up a handful of snow, showing him how to shape it into a ball. Then, they began to throw the snowballs at the snowman, laughing and enjoying each other's company. 

As they played, Riley couldn't help but feel her heart swell with love and happiness. It was a sight she would never forget, and she knew that their lives together were just beginning. 

"Riley, watch out!" 

Riley turned to see a snowball hurtling towards her, and she ducked just in time, laughing. "Hey, that's not fair, you two!" 

Liam and William looked at each other, trying to hide their giggles, and Riley picked up a handful of snow, forming a snowball. 

"If you throw that snowball, you're declaring war."  

Liam ducked as her snowball flew past him.  

They shrieked with laughter, running around and chasing each other. As the sun began to set, Liam picked up his son and kissed his forehead and pulled Riley close. 

“This is definitely going to land me on your naughty list.” 

"Would that be a bad thing, Li?" 

"God, no!"  

Liam put William down and held his hand out for Riley, pulling her in close to his side. 

"And I love you, my love," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. 

Riley melted into his kiss, savoring the moment, knowing that this was only the start. 

** 

Liam stood up and turned away from the fireplace after starting a warm glow, heading into the kitchen. Riley had prepared a feast of pasta, meatballs, and salad.

"Dinner's ready," she called out.

"Smells delicious."

"Hopefully, it tastes as good."

"William is fast asleep on the sofa. Let me get him into his bed."

"Okay, Liam, thank you."

They sat down and dug into their meal, both enjoying the warmth of the fire and the comfort of being together. Liam couldn't help but marvel at how normal things seemed.

As they ate, Liam cleared his throat, "I spoke to Leo earlier."

"Oh?" Riley's heart started to race, knowing that Liam will eventually have to go back home to Cordonia.

"We need to get back to the Capital."

Liam looked at Riley, his heart filled with love and sadness. "I wish I didn't have to leave you and William." 

As Liam looked st Riley, his heart tightened.

"Liam, is something wrong?"

"No, everything 's fine. Just a lot on my mind."

"Me too, Li. But we'll be waiting for you here." 

"I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise." 

"I know." 

"Wait!" Riley untangled her arms from Liam and ran to the kitchen. 

When his guard appeared at the door, Liam leaned in to kiss Riley goodbye, he could not help but think about all the moments they had shared together over the past few days. It was a bittersweet moment, and he couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart. 

"Ri, what are you doing?" 

"Just wait, you’ll see, Li." 

A few moments later, Riley returned, carrying a twig of mistletoe. 

“Ahhhh, I see.” Liam watched Riley with amusement as Riley was trying to figure out a place to attach it. 

"There. Now we can have our Christmas kiss." 

Liam laughed, "You' dont have to bribe me, love." ...as the mistletoe twig fell to the floor. 

"I know. You've mentioned it a few times." 

"Well, it's true." 

Liam picked up the mistletoe and held it over their heads, grinning. "My future queen." 

"My king." 

Liam gently wrapped his hand around her cheek as he tugged her close. They shared a passionate kiss, both of their hearts aching with the thought of separation. 

"I love you, Riley. With everything that I am." 

"And I love you, Liam. ....so much."

As they pulled away, Liam tucked the mistletoe in his pocket, determined to bring a piece of their love story back with him to Cordonia. 

"Take care of yourself, Riley. I will be back as soon as I can." 

"Stay safe, Liam." 

With one final look, Liam left the brownstone, his heart heavy.

Moroccan Royal Palace

The heat from the Moroccan sun was stifling, as Madeleine sat on the outdoor terrace reading the latest news from Cordonia. Looking up, she saw a familiar face walking towards her. 

"Father ..." Duke Godfrey had a grim look on his face. 

"The council has just received word that King Liam has been spotted in America with a woman and a child. He has a son." 

Madeleine's eyes widened, "with her? That cannot be true." 

"Apparently, it is. You know what this means, Madeleine." 

"Yes. Our plan has failed. We must change course. 

"How do you propose we do that?" 

"Liam has made his choice, and now we must make ours. There is only one way forward." 

"And what is the next step in our plan, father?" 

Madeleine smirked, "I couldn't agree more." 

"We must ensure that no one stands in the way of the succession of the true heir, your son." 

"How do you suggest we do that?" 

"It seems we will have to remove them from the equation. Permanently." 

Madeleine smiled coldly, "I've been waiting a long time for this. Let's get started." 

As the sun set over the Moroccan desert, Madeleine stood on the terrace, surveying the landscape, thinking.

Brooklyn Heights, New York City

Riley was startled when Bastien showed up at her door, but she couldn't say she was surprised. After everything that had happened, she had expected Liam to take extra precautions. 

"Your Majesty has sent a team of security personnel to protect you and young William." 

"Oh. I see.

"I apologize if it's an intrusion, but the King wants to ensure your safety and that of the Crown Prince.." 

"It's not an intrusion, and I appreciate the gesture. Thank you, Bas." 

What Riley wasn't expecting was the added security of Interpol.

Leo had also arranged for his Interpol contact, Damien Nazario, to oversee Riley and William's security when Liam has to return to Cordonia as an added precaution.

When Riley opened the door, she was greeted by a tall, muscular man with dark hair and a serious expression. 

"You must be Riley. I'm Damien Nazario. Your security detail." 

Cordonian Royal Palace

He shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. He had a lot to discuss with Olivia, and he didn't have time to get lost in his thoughts. 

As Liam stepped off the plane, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had missed Cordonia, but there was a big part of him that wished he could have brought back Riley and William with him.

But it was too early for that.

Something felt off. 

As he entered the palace, he was greeted by a familiar face. 

"Your Majesty, it's good to see you," Olivia said, smiling. 

"Likewise, Olivia. Shall we head to my office?" 

"Of course." 

As they entered his office, Liam's eyes landed on a letter that had been placed on his desk. 

As they walked through the halls of the palace, Liam could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was a strange sensation, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. 

"What's this?" 

Olivia's eyes widened, "I have no idea. I didn't see anyone leave anything." 

Liam picked up the letter, and as he read its contents, his blood ran cold. 

"What is it, Liam?" 

Thanks for reading!

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[luvr-bunnyy]

fresh bread and the living dead

CARMEN BERZATTO x GN!READER

word count: 1.4k

© luvr-bunnyy pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

warnings: none really, mainly fluff. no use of (y/n), carm calls reader ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’ and one mention of blood

[a/n: alrighty…so, i’ve had such a shit year so far and i’ve also had terrible writer’s block…so i decided a good way to get out of it was to pick random characters and put them into like one of those spin the wheel things online, so yeah…here we go! ALSO !! huge ginormous thank you to @scealaiscoite , they’re halloween prompt list was a huge inspiration for this one and helped me out of my writing funk :( thank you my love 🫶🏼 anyways, enjoy !!]

The beginning of October brought a crisp chill to Chicago. Gloomy skies, roaring wind, a chill that seeps into your bones in the most exciting way possible, and it also brought one other thing. Something that you had been extremely fond of. 

Halloween. 

The best holiday ever. And no, that is not just an opinion. It is an irrevocable fact. 

And so, on one of your rare days off from The Bear, you woke up at 7am. Carefully slinking out of bed to not wake your boyfriend- sorry, fiance. He had a tendency to not want to sleep in on his days off but because you just wanted him to rest, you unlocked his phone and shut off his alarm. Leaving him to rest with a kiss at his temple. 

With a yawn and stretch, you shuffled into the kitchen and started to pull ingredients from your cupboards. Flour, yeast, sugar, etc. There was only one way to start the fall season off the right way. Pumpkin Conchas. Marcus had mentioned them during prep one day and you just hadn’t been able to get them off your mind, you had immediately drafted up a recipe and the both of you had worked on perfecting it. 

So as you kneaded the dough, all you could focus on was the light and airy feeling of surprising Carm with the warm and delectable bread first thing in the morning. 

Your biceps and forearms ached the slightest bit as you placed a tea towel over the bowl that held your dough and with a satisfied sigh, you made your way back to the room to change. 

Quickly and carefully stepping into some jeans and a beige waffle knit thermal, topping off the simple outfit with boots and Carmy’s checkered wool jacket. The faint smell of his cologne made your cheeks redden, heart squeezing with adoration and love. 

And after a quick trip to Target, you returned with a few bags full of goodies and a dirty chai topped with a deliciously thick pumpkin cold foam. 

When Carmen woke up, the delicious smell of baked goods hit his nose. It had definitely offset the disappointment of figuring out that you had sabotaged his early morning alarm but he could never really be angry with you, especially not when he felt so relaxed and rested.

Sluggishly, he climbed out of bed and made his way to the kitchen where the sound of a pan moving against the stove top caught his attention. His shuffled footsteps caught your attention and a fond smile pulled at your lips. “Morning, bear.” He just hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders on instinct. “You’re just in time. I made you breakfast.” 

“Smells great, thanks baby.” He placed a soft, chaste kiss against your lips. “Busy mornin’?” He asked somewhat rhetorically, noticing the oven timer still going and the grocery bag with a very familiar red logo on the front. 

“Oh well, uh yeah…just-just a few essentials we needed.” You shrugged, leaving him standing by the stove with a guilty smile. 

“Oh man…” He laughed to himself, expecting to be met with something ridiculous. 

And boy was he right. The second he stepped into the open dining/living area, he was met with an interesting sight. 

There were soft orange colored string lights hanging from the top edges of the wall. The decorative pillows he was familiar with had been replaced by pillows with the fluffy shape of ghosts and jack-o-lanterns embroidered on the front, a plush plaid throw blanket with a printed pumpkin pattern was slung over the arm of the couch.

 The basket tray on the coffee table had a cheesy looking halloween candy bowl filled to the brim with his and your favorite sweet treats and a new set of coasters. A cute little ceramic ghost sat on the glass surface of said coffee table, alongside a lit candle that was something along the lines of caramel and pumpkin. 

He could never understand your obsession with the holiday but you looked so happy, he would never do anything to jeopardize your joy. So, he grinned and gave a simple, “Looks great in here,” before sitting and enjoying the omelette and sausage you prepared for him. 

As he took his first bite, you pressed play to resume the movie you had been watching and the sound of a blood curdling scream, followed by the image of gushing blood made Carmen jump. You, however, seemed unaffected as you continued to hang another set of lights around the window. 

“Sweetheart…” He called out to you, a worried frown etching onto your face. His wavering tone leading you to believe something was wrong. 

“Yeah? Is it the omellette? Is it not good? I asked Syd for advice since I’m shit at cooking anything with eggs. Dammit.” Your dejected tone tugged at his heart. 

“No, no, no. It’s not the omelette. Promise. It’s actually really good. You did-you did great. No, it’s just-” He took a deep breath. “I uh-I really appreciate that you’re getting into the uh, the halloween spirit or-or whatever but it’s ten in the morning baby. Could we turn off the slasher movie for a sec, please? At least until I’m done eating?” 

The silence that followed made him nervous that he upset you but he was relieved when a quiet laugh left your throat. “Oh! Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Relief flooded your chest. “I’m glad the omelette’s good.” You grabbed the remote and paused the movie once more. Carm watched as you left the app and went back to the homescreen. 

“Thank you, you can go back to it when I’m done eating. I’ll uh, I’ll help you with the rest of your-your decorating.” 

“Aww thanks bear.” 

His focus returned to his breakfast until the familiar notes of ‘This is Halloween’ met his ears and he sighed but the sound of you ecstatically singing along with the animated ghouls on the screen had any protest he had dying on the tip of his tongue. The promise that followed the ding of the oven was more than enough consolation for having to have seen this film for the thousandth time this month. 

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x gn!reader #the bear x reader #fall fics #halloween fic

[nobedofroses]

December 3rd

pairing: Jack Daniels x reader

warnings: fluff with allusions to sex

words: 1.3k

a/n: just some cute first date stuff with Jack, inspired by "Baby It's Cold Outside" in a way, song prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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Jack’s call came the same day that he had asked for your number, and you were just as eager as he was when you said yes to a date as when he asked you. He had asked you to dinner the next night at a restaurant you had always wanted to try at the far end of the city. 

Since you lived near each other (which he knew because you met at your local grocery store), he offered to drive. When you hesitated for a second, he said that you were more than welcome to pick him up instead. His understanding and giving you more control of the situation put you at ease, and you agreed, saying you would be there at 6:30. 

Then, the day of, your boss told you about a last minute meeting early the next morning. It would mean getting to work an hour earlier than you usually did, which meant you needed to go to sleep an hour earlier not to be completely worn out. You figured it would be best to cancel your date, and grabbed your phone, dialing Jack’s saved number in your phone. 

“Hey, darlin’, how are you doin’?” was the first thing Jack said when he answered the phone and suddenly you lost the willpower to cancel the date. 

Warmth spreading softly on your face, you replied, “I’m good, Jack. Really, um, excited for our date.” 

The only thing you ended up changing on the phone call was moving the date up by an hour, once Jack reassured you that he had an in at the restaurant and would still be able to get a table. 

___

A few hours later, you left work to go and get Jack. While you and Jack lived near each other, he was a little further out, where the properties were bigger and there were no more apartments.  You even saw some horses and goats and were greatly surprised that they had been a ten minute drive from your apartment all this time. 

Jack’s house wasn’t big, and as far as you could tell, he just had a really large yard that abutted a little copse of trees. 

When you parked, you weren’t sure whether to get out and go to the door or honk or text him or what but you were saved from deciding by Jack coming outside on his own. Within a minute, he had his door locked and was in the car, leaning over the console to kiss your cheek sweetly and hand you a little bouquet of flowers. 

From there, the date was perfect. Jack was so funny and sweet, and you even had to fight him over who got to ask more questions about the other. So much better than having to sit and watch a guy monologue for an hour. 

You were back at Jack’s house afterwards to drop him off, but he invited you in for some coffee and cake that he just so happened to have. It was easy to say yes, and easy to sit and chat with him on the couch for hours. 

But when you caught a glimpse of Jack’s watch and saw it was 10:00pm already, you had to go. 

“Oh, I wish we could talk more, Jack, but I really have to go. I have an early meeting tomorrow morning, I didn’t realize how late it was,” you said with a little pout as you stood up. 

Jack smiled and stood too, stepping close and sliding his hand along your waist, “That’s alright sweetheart, it just means we’ll have to have another date.” 

You were about to say yes but then Jack pulled you close and you lost the power of speech, just feeling the warmth of his chest against yours and staring up into his sweet brown eyes. 

Jack’s other hand came up to your jaw and he tilted your face towards him, leaning down to kiss you. His full lips pressed against yours and you let yourself melt into him, returning the soft, slow kiss with a hum. 

You kissed for what might’ve been a couple minutes, but then Jack pulled away and said, “I guess you have to go.” 

But you couldn’t bear leaving without one more kiss and so you whispered, “In a second.” 

Another couple minutes later, you pulled back this time, and started grabbing your stuff. When you were at the door, shoes and coat back on, Jack said, “Maybe I should go start your car so it can warm up for you.” 

“Oh wait, I can do that from here, it’s remote!” you said eagerly, because now you wouldn’t have to wait for him to go out and come back. But when Jack opened the door so the remote car key would work, the door opened to a world covered in white. 

It had been snowing lightly when you had arrived at Jack’s house, but apparently it had really ramped up and had been heavily snowing for the past three hours because there were multiple inches of snow covering everything. 

Both of you stood there, staring in shock, until you shivered and Jack closed the door to keep you warm. 

“Um, I— I don’t know if I can drive… like this,” you stumbled out, looking between Jack and the closed door. 

“No, sweetie, you can’t. I mean, I don’t think it would be safe. There’s so little light on the roads at night. We can stay up and see if it melts, or if you’re— you can sleep here tonight, if you’re comfortable. I have, um, a spare room you can use,” he offered, a light blush dusting his cheeks. 

Jack’s hesitation was adorable and it really did make sense that you should just stay the night and hope it had all melted in the morning. Or at least, it would be bright in the morning and you’d be able to drive safe and slow to the meeting. 

“Okay, yeah, I think I should stay, you’re right. Except…” 

“Except? What darlin’? If there’s anythin’ I can do to make you more comfortable, I will,” Jack said with this sweet, earnest look, putting his hands comfortingly on your shoulders. 

You smiled and dropped your purse to the ground, stepping close to him and reaching out to toy with his belt loops. “I think I’d be more comfortable if I stayed in your room.” 

Jack smiled, a flirty smile that had made your knees weak when you first met him and had you grabbing onto his waist now to help keep you up, “I think I manage that.” 

___

The next morning, you woke up when Jack kissed your temple. You stretched and opened your eyes to look at him, finding him fully dressed. A glance at the clock told you it was 5:00am and you frowned, “What are you doing up so early? And dressed?”

“I’m gonna go clear your car off and make sure everything’s all set for when you have to leave, honey,” he told you with a smile, which was incredibly sweet, but you didn’t want him to leave. 

“Let me check how long it’ll take to drive, maybe you don’t need to do it just yet,” you said, grabbing your phone off of his bedside table. But when you opened it, you had a text from your boss and multiple weather alerts. “Oh my gosh, it must have snowed all night, some of the roads are closed and my boss can’t even get to work. The building is closed and the meeting’s canceled! ” 

Jack smiled, “Well then, honey, you can stay a while longer, huh?” 

“Get out of those clothes and get back in bed, please. Now we can sleep in, and then later we can… um, do something else,” you said, getting a little sheepish at the end.  “We can do whatever you want, sunshine,” Jack told you with a grin, already half naked and you laughed, feeling grateful for snow like you never had before.

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Fatigued [Spencer x Reader]

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Prompt: The reader has made one New Year’s Resolution this year, get out more. Spencer is happy to help her with this, but tonight the reader just seems too tired to want to do that. However, Spencer is flexible and is happy to change plans to let the reader rest. 

Pairing: Spencer x Non-BAU!fem!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns. 

Category: fluff/comfort 

Word Count: 3.3K

Content Warnings:  Use of nicknames [sweetheart, love, etc.] someone passes away of old age [minor character]. 

A/N: Hi loves! Here is another fic based on the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins January/February Writing Challenge. The prompt was Character swears that this year they were going to definitely fulfill their New Year's Resolutions. I really just wanted to write a soft, domestic Spencer fic. The start of the semester just makes me tired, so this was also inspired by my own fatigue. I hope all my tired girlies can relate! If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading.  Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories 

_y/n_ = your name 

_y/l/n_ = your last name

_y/f/c_ = your favorite color 

_y/c/e_ = your color eyes

_y/f/i/b_ = your favorite indy band 

_y/f/j_ = your favorite jewelry 

_y/e/c_ = your eye color 

_y/b/t_ = your body type 

_y/f/r_ = your favorite restaurant 

_y/n_ stood in front of the mirror. The _y/f/c_ dress looked as good as it always did, but she didn’t feel like she normally did when it was on. Usually, the short hemline and and scooped neck brought out a confidence in _y/n_ that made her excited for the night ahead, but right now she was just tired. _y/n_ put her head in her hands and let out a sigh. _y/n_ had made one New Year’s Resolution this year, and that was to do more things in the city. _y/n_’s day job kept her cooped up for a good bit of the day, and sometimes on the weekend. The fast transfer to D.C. had been a blessing and a curse. She had met her very loving and supportive boyfriend because of the move. That was the best thing to ever come from a relocation in her life. However, _y/n_ knew she wasn’t great with making friends or having the energy to want to do much outside of spending a quiet night with Spencer in his or her apartment. The fact that _y/n_ kept so isolated was the reason she’d met Spencer. Although _y/n_ didn’t have much energy for friends, she did make time to volunteer. _y/n_ felt that it was important to give back to whatever community she was in. Even if it was something small. 

When _y/n_ had moved, she found out that she lived close to a hybrid hospital and assisted living facility. She would see the older ladies in groups sometimes coming back from the shops the short five-minute walk from the store. She’d stopped and helped a lady with her bag, and they’d struck up a conversation in no time. Eileen had talked about how she’d lived in Sherwood Community Living for five years and then asked _y/n_ about herself. _y/n_ was happy to talk with Eileen. She often found talking to those older than her easier than people her age. When they reached the red brick building that was covered in trailing ivy, Eileen said, “You know I haven’t spoken with a young person in some time. I miss it since my kids have moved away.” There was a distant look in Eileen’s eyes before she said, “If you ever have a free afternoon and want to entertain an old lady like me, I’d love to see you again, dear.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “I’d like that, Eileen. I’ll call soon.” _y/n_ kept her word and visited Eileen and then started to know more people in the facility. She’d talk with the woman as they knitted, crocheted, or cross-stiched. Sometimes she’d paint people's fingers, with the hospital’s permission of course. There weren’t only old folks who lived in the space either. Some younger teens needed the constant care that their families simply couldn’t provide. For those kids, _y/n_ brought copies of Teen Vogue and books that she thought they might like. She assumed they might feel isolated without a peer group to hang out with. _y/n_ felt like she could relate to them in that way. 

One afternoon as _y/n_ was chatting with Eileen over some coffee, the door opened. _y/n_ had her back to it, but Eileen looked up. Her eyes widened slightly and the old woman raised a hand saying, “Dr. Reid, come over here for a second. I want you to meet my new friend.” _y/n_ flushed. She had told Eileen about her friend woes, so now she had been introduced to almost all of the staff. However, _y/n_ had never heard of Dr. Reid before. _y/n_ turned in her chair and felt even more flustered as the lanky man in a sweater vest and Converse walked toward them. He was cute. Spencer shot Eileen a smile and said, “Good afternoon Mrs. Henderson. How are you today?” Eileen beamed and said, “I’m good, thank you. I just wanted to introduce you to Miss _y/n_  _y/l/n_. It’s nice having some younger faces in here, you know. Lightens the mood.” Spencer nodded and looked over to _y/n_. He took a little breath in at just how pretty _y/n_ was. He took a moment before extending his hand, saying, “It’s nice to meet you, _y/n_. I’m Spencer Reid.” _y/n_ smiled and softly said, “It’s nice to meet you too.” She put her hand in his and they shook. Reid felt her delicate palm in his and his face reddened just a bit. When they dropped hands, _y/n_ plucked up her courage and said, “Do you work here Dr. Reid? I’ve never seen you before.” _y/n_ thought he looked slightly young to be a doctor as well, but didn’t voice that thought. She assumed he was around her age given his appearance. However, his clothes seemed to be trying to make him look older. _y/n_ came back to herself when she realized she was staring. This only caused _y/n_ to flush further. Spencer gave a small smile and said, “No, I don’t. I just come and visit now and then.” _y/n_ nodded in understanding. Reid looked at his watch and said, “Well, I’d better be going. Have a good day, Eileen, _y/n_.” Eileen waived from the table and said, “Take care of yourself, sweetheart.” Once Spencer had gone, _y/n_ sat back down and Eilneen said, “He’s a good one that Dr. Reid.” _y/n_ nodded and asked, “Who is he exactly?” Eileen took a moment, then a sip of her sweet tea before responding, “Oh someone like you, I suppose. He holds a chess club for some of the men. He also gives talks once in a while. They’re very interesting and on all sorts of stuff -- Lorca’s poetry, what’s happening in the Middle East, Boethius’s philosophy. He comes when he can, but he’s a busy young man. He has some dangerous job that takes him all places.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “Well, he sounds very accomplished.” Eileen smiled. She could see the look in _y/n_’s eye. Not wanting to push her luck, Eileen decided to go back to their previous conversation about the soap opera she was currently watching and how the silly character Leena was pissing her off. 

_y/n_ looked for Dr. Reid the next few times she visited her friends, but he wasn’t there. The line that Eileen had said about him having a busy, dangerous job stuck with her. _y/n_ wondered what his job was. She couldn’t picture him being a police officer or anything like that. _y/n_ considered looking him up on social media but decided not to. She always thought that was creepy. Eventually, Spencer did come back and everyone seemed happy to have him back. He gave her a wave as he passed her table which she returned with a small smile. Reid couldn’t help but notice her pupils dilate as she smiled at him. Later that afternoon, they both left around the same time. As fate would have it, it was raining pretty heavily and neither of them had brought umbrellas. _y/n_ leaned against the railing under the covered awning while Spencer tapped his foot in what might have been a nervous gesture. Not liking the silence, _y/n_ said jokingly, “You know if your gone that long again they might riot.” Spencer chuckled and moved over to the railing with her. He looked over at _y/n_ and said, “I think the same thing could be said about you and the ladies. Your name gets brought up a lot when I’m here and you’re not around.” _y/n_ flushed, but not from the cold. _y/n_ turned her face away for a moment before asking, “Do you know someone here or…” _y/n_ dropped the end of the sentence because she couldn’t think of another alternative. There was a small silence that lingered. _y/n_ worried that she had said something wrong. However, Spencer filled the silence and replied, “No. I just help out with some things, plan events and stuff.” Spencer looked out into the rain and then added, “My mom is in a facility like this, but she doesn’t live nearby. I find helping out here makes me feel better about not seeing her that often.” _y/n_ looked at Reid as he said this. He looked sort of sad. _y/n_ reached a hesitant arm out and placed it on his arm. Spencer turned his gaze to hers. He looked into _y/n_’s _y/c/e_’s as she said, “That’s very kind of you.” Just as _y/n_ said that the rain started letting up. Soon after that, they both went their own ways. 

After that encounter, _y/n_ and Spencer took a few minutes just catching up every time they saw each other at Sherwood. They just exchanged formalities, but it was nice for _y/n_ to talk to someone her age, even if it was just for a few minutes. Time passed as it always did and the seasons changed. Eileen, who had lived a full and happy life passed in the Spring, her favorite season. The ceremony was small and discrete. There were just a few family members at the memorial. The next day, when Eileen was laid to rest, _y/n_ was relieved when she saw Spencer arrive, even if he was late. It felt good to have someone she knew connected to Eileen. When the simple ceremony was over, Spencer could tell that _y/n_ was sad and asked, “_y/n_, would you like to get a coffee or a drink or something to celebrate Eileen’s memory?” _y/n_ sniffled a little and nodded yes. _y/n_ and Spencer ended up talking about how they had met Eileen and their favorite memories with her. There was laughter and a little bit of crying. That was when _y/n_ and Spencer really started to get to know each other, and when Spencer asked her if she’d like to hang out again, and she said yes, _y/n_ had a feeling that Eileen would be proud of her for taking a chance on someone. However, from what _y/n_ knew about Spencer, he was a pretty safe bet. Their relationship had moved on from there. It had moved slowly, but neither minded. Because of the cases Spencer went on, he had to make their dates work when they could. 

It had been three months since they had started dating and _y/n_ had met the team on a rare night that the BAU went out. There had been a lot of good-natured teasing from Morgan and a bit of coo-ing from Garcia. Other than that it was a fun and pleasant evening. It was nice for _y/n_ to meet the people who filled the stories that Spencer told her about his cases. The nature of Reid’s work did worry her, but she knew Spencer was the smartest man in any room. If something went wrong, she knew he had already weighed the odds for him and his team's best options. They had started spending more time in each other’s space, and he had been there when she had sworn to do one new thing a week in town as a Resolution. Spencer had upped the ante and said he’d take her to something nice once a month for their set date night. So far they had gone to an art museum and a concert of _y/f/i/b_. Tonight was supposed to be their third nice date on the town. The BAU’s cases had been lighter than usual. The cases that had popped up had been close to D.C. and didn’t take as long to solve. Thus, Spencer had been able to spend more time with _y/n_. He’d been intent on helping her reach her goal of doing more things in the city. He’d booked a reservation at a nice restaurant for them tonight. The place had a waitlist and if _y/n_ wasn’t so tired, she’d be very excited about it. But even as _y/n_ put _y/f/j_, she could feel the call of the bed or couch even now. _y/n_ was standing by the mirror longer than she had realized as Spencer let himself into her apartment. He called out from the front room, asking, “_y/n_, where are you?” _y/n_ replied, “In the bedroom, Spence.” Reid ambled into the room, stood behind _y/n_, and wrapped his lanky arms around her torso. _y/n_ tipped her head up as he kissed her forehead. Spencer loved to compliment _y/n_. He loved everything about _y/n_ from her _y/c/e_’s to your _y/b/t_ that was always the perfect place to give her gentle hugs. Spencer looked over _y/n_ in the mirror. She was wearing one of his favorite outfits of _y/f/c_ dress and her normal rings. He said softly, “You look so beautiful, _y/n_.” _y/n_ looked at her reflection and just said a small, “Hmm” in acknowledgment. She appreciated the compliment. She knew Spencer was always sincere in his words to her. Even though he could go on tangents, or delve into a topic about ten times more deeply, than a normal person, she knew he never exaggerated or over-intellectualized things for her sake. Spencer could see the faraway look in _y/n_’s eyes and the tone with which she had responded to him was different than her normal, chipper greetings, or even the way she got flustered when he showered her in compliments. Reid moved so that he was standing in front of her and asked gently, “_y/n_, are you alright? You sound a little distant?” _y/n_ sighed and said, “It’s really nothing Spencer,” Reid took her hands in his and said, “It doesn’t sound like nothing to me, _y/n_. Please tell me, even if you think it’s something small.” _y/n_ looked at him and replied, “I’m just so tired today. I feel exhausted and I don’t know why. I went to bed at my normal time and felt refreshed this morning, but now it’s like all the energy has been drained from my body. I know that sounds like a bad episode of Dr. Who or something, but I feel worn down. I want to be excited about tonight, I mean, I am excited about tonight, I just know I’d enjoy it more if I had some energy. Maybe I can chug a coffee or something before we go?” 

_y/n_ didn’t want to be a buzzkill, but even now, she was just thinking of kicking off her heels and crawling into bed. Spencer nodded slightly as said, “Sweetheart, we can cancel tonight and reschedule it. It makes sense that you’re tired, and I want you to have a good night no matter what we’re doing.” _y/n_ opened her eyes a bit wider in surprise. _y/n_ said, “Are you sure? I know those reservations were hard to get. I can perk up, I promise.” Spencer chuckled and said, “_y/n_, I love you, but you’re a terrible liar. I can see you aching for the bed, and you do look a bit tired.” _y/n_ flushed at Reid's ability to read her. She knew he was a profiler and all, but this skill still surprised her sometimes. Spencer smiled and placed his hand under her chin as he said, “I’m sure, _y/n_. Let me call the restaurant and let them know we can’t make it. Some other couple will be happy to have our spots. And how about I call _y/f/r_ to get some delivery?” _y/n_ nodded and said, “That sounds perfect, Spence. I’m just going to change into something more comfortable while you make those calls.” Spencer nodded and stepped out of the room to give _y/n_ some privacy to change. Even though they had been dating for a few months, _y/n_ was still a little hesitant to be fully undressed in front of Spencer. Those types of things took her time to get comfortable with. Spencer understood and respected those boundaries, and let _y/n_ set the pace for physical intimacy in their relationship. 

When _y/n_ had changed into some comfortable sweats and a loose t-shirt and put her heels back in the closet, she moved back into the living room. Spencer was on the couch pulling up their favorite show to watch while they waited for their food. _y/n_ nestled into his side, and he wrapped an arm around her. As the latest episode of the TV show they were watching at the moment started to play softly, _y/n_ asked Spencer, “Why did you say that it was understandable that I was tired? I can’t even figure it out myself.” Reid traced soft patterns on Eli’s side and replied, “I think it’s decision fatigue. People on average make 35,000 conscious decisions every day, and that’s not including things related to work or outside things like changes of plans or sudden new tasks thrown on top of everything else. So I think it’s natural that every few days or weeks people just feel tired. How couldn’t you? Your brain is doing so much work that we don’t even notice it. I don’t think we give ourselves enough credit for everything we do. Also, don’t get me started on how humans aren’t designed to work the way we do today.” _y/n_ smiled at Reid’s intelligence. He always seemed to have a logical answer for everything, and she was comforted by it. The food soon arrived and they spent a quiet evening inside watching their comfort show and talking about what was happening in each other lives. Spencer pulled out a pint of ice cream from the freezer, and they didn’t even bother with bowls. Instead, they just used spoons to dip into the frozen cream mixture. When the night wrapped down, _y/n_ looked over at Spencer and said, “Would you stay here tonight? Having you here is so nice.” Spencer nodded yes. He knew that when he was gone on cases _y/n_ missed him badly. He knew because he missed her too. So any chance they got to spend time together, they did. After they’d both brushed their teeth and washed their faces in the bathroom sink, the couple settled under _y/n_’s covers. Spencer pulled her to his chest, and once she was settled, _y/n_ said, “Well. I already broke my only New Year’s Resolution to go out more,” with a chuckle. Spencer rubbed _y/n_’s back with his long fingers saying, “Well only about nine percent of Americans follow through with their resolutions, and twenty-three percent of people drop them by the first week. So I’d say statistically speaking almost making it to the end of January before giving up is a triumph. Besides, sometimes there are more important things to think about than New Year’s Resolutions. Like taking care of yourself and getting the rest you need.” _y/n_ flushed and said, “Well, when you put it like that, then I guess it’s not so bad after all.” Spencer nodded and said, “And there’s always time. We have the whole year in front of us to explore and go out.” There was a soft silence as they just breathed and enjoyed being next to each other in the bed. _y/n_ thought about the prospect of a whole year spent with Spencer and it warmed her from the inside. She smiled and said, “Thanks for being with me, Spencer. For spending your free time here doing nothing.” Reid kissed the top of her head, and just before _y/n_ fell into a deep sleep, she could hear him say, “It’s not nothing to me, love. And I’ll always be here.”

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Im sorry if this is too intense of a request, but I’ve been going through something lately and could use the comfort. Could you do a Eddie/fem!reader where they’re in a relationship and Eddie finds out your previous boyfriend was abusive?

Hello love! I'm really sorry to hear that, and if you ever want to talk, my inbox is always open, just so you know. If you just want to get something off your chest or want a shoulder to lean on: I'm here! That being said, I pushed this up on my to-do-list and just finished it (it's not beta'd though) So that you can hopefully get some comfort out of this and I didn't go too dark in some parts.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Word count: 2598 something Warning/Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, domestic abuse, child abuse (mentioned), scars, violence, fluff in the end, Wayne Munson being our hero again (let me know if I missed something) Read on AO3

Two months. For two months, you’d officially been Eddie’s girlfriend now, but you’d met even before that, had gotten to know each other better, before he’d made a move and asked you out on a real date. At first, you’d been a little reserved, the memories of your ex-boyfriend still very vivid in your head, and they even haunted you at night, but Eddie had been so sweet, and hadn’t given up, so you’d agreed. After all, you’d already spent your afternoons together studying.

That was how it all had started, because you’d been paired up for a project. You’d started talking about a whole lot more than just the project. While you’d gotten some mix tapes from Eddie to give a listen to, he’d gotten a book from you that he had to give a chance. Sure, you knew that nothing would live up to The Lord of the Rings, but it was still one of your favourites. In the end, you’d told him that you’d go on a date with him if he read the book. The next day, he’d stood in front of you, book in hand and had started a whole conversation about it.

“Pick you up at seven tomorrow night,” he’d said when he’d left and ever since then, you’d spent pretty much every day together, still getting to know each other better, and falling deeper in love with each other. Still, there was a lot you hadn’t told him, but Eddie was patient.

While you loved feeling his hands on your skin, you hadn’t gone any further. You always tensed up when you felt his hands closer to the clasp of your bra. Not because you didn’t want this, but because of the memories that haunted you. Eddie always picked up on it, always told you, that you didn’t need to rush anything, but you couldn’t blame him for trying.

You’d slept over at his trailer a couple of times, had slept in his arms, or had at least tried to do so, but you were always scared that you’d wake up from the nightmares. So instead you’d stayed awake most of the night, had watched him sleep peacefully. Deep down you knew that Eddie would never hurt you, but that little nagging voice in your had told you that you’d thought the same about Luke. Until he’d raised his hand for the first time, until he’d done it again and again, had treated you like you were one of his belongings, not a human being. At one point, you’d gotten out, but only because he’d found some other girl that he’d liked more. You only hoped that he wouldn’t treat her the same way he’d treated you.

Luke was your past, not your present anymore, and it was a good thing that he’d left the school last year so that you didn’t have to see him anymore. Too bad, he hadn’t taken the memories with him. The scar close to your left temple would always remind you of him anyway.

Today, you’d spent all day outside, and were absolutely exhausted when you eventually lay in bed with Eddie, his arms wrapped around your middle, holding you close to him.

“You need your sleep, sweetheart. You can hardly keep your eyes open.” Eddie smoothed a hand over your hair before he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I’m alright,” you whispered against his chest, stifling a yawn. You knew that you needed your sleep, but you were also afraid that you’d wake up drenched in your own sweat, yelling, because that had happened before. Your Mum had been by your side in no time, but even she didn’t know what had happened with Luke. You’d told her some sorry excuse that you’d tried to skateboard, because it had looked like so much fun, but you’d fallen off. You’d had to tell her something when the hospital had called her to pick you up.

“Sure you are.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, heard some rustling, before you looked up. “Just relax and I’ll read you something, ‘kay?”

How were you supposed to say no when he was holding your favourite book, the one you’d given him, that had led up to your first real date? He wasn’t even finished with the first page when you fell asleep with your head nestled on his chest.

It didn’t take long until you heard Eddie’s soothing voice, but it still held a hint of panick.

“It’s okay, it’s me, Y/N! It’s me, it’s Eddie!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” You mumbled still half asleep when your eyes suddenly opened, because you couldn’t move your hands anymore, hands wrapped firmly around your wrists. “LUKE, NO! Let me go!” You pushed yourself away, ripped your hands free and pressed your back against the wall behind you, chest heaving because you were breathing so hard. Your eyes needed a moment to adjust to the darkness in the room. Deep down, you knew where you were, but your nightmare was still so vivid, that it was hard to really comprehend what was going on.

“It’s not Luke, it’s Eddie,” he spoke to you again, keeping his hands up so that you could see them. His voice was still steady, but he was careful not to move too quickly. “It’s okay, you’re safe here!” While he didn’t yet know what had happened to you, he had a pretty good idea what might have caused your reaction.

“Ed… Eddie?” you whispered with a trembling voice, a sob ready to break out of you any moment now, and when he really came into focus, when you realised where you were that you were really safe, the tears started flowing. Eddie didn’t know what was the right thing to do now, whether you needed him to stay away or wrap his arms around you, so he just opened his arms for you, but stayed where he was to give you some space.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. Tell me what you need!” He wanted to help you, but he didn’t know how, but he was more than relieved when you threw yourself into his arms, curled up on his lap and buried your head in the crook of his neck. Eddie gently wrapped his arms around your body, placed both of his hands on your back and rubbed them slowly up and down. He could feel your tears against his skin, and he just held you in his arms, letting you cry your heart out, because it seemed like it was just what you needed.

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there until you were finally able to raise your head again and look at him.

“I’m so sorry…” Your voice was hoarse from sobbing, which led up to a few hiccups. Your hands came up to rub at your eyes, brush the remaining tears away, because you were slowly calming down, feeling utterly safe in Eddie’s embrace.

“You don’t have to apologise, princess.” Eddie brushed his knuckles across your cheek, let his hand drop to take ahold of yours then. “You scared me there, but I’m more worried about you than anything else.” 

Your eyes landed on his chest, where you saw the damage you’d done. There were scratch marks from your fingernails that hadn’t been there when you’d gone to sleep.

“I hurt you.”

“That’s nothing, really,” he reassured you, raising your hand to kiss each knuckle, hopefully calming you down a little more. “You were whispering in your sleep and then you started yelling and flailing your arms around. I was just worried about you.”

“Still… I’m sorry about this.” You touched your fingertips to the scratches as if to soothe them. You never wanted to hurt him, but now you had, even if you hadn’t really been in control of your own body.

“No more apologies, okay?” Eddie leaned forward to brush a kiss over your nose, not really sure whether it was okay to properly kiss you right now or not. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and make you feel safe here with him. A nod from you made him smile again. “Do you want to talk about it?” He felt you tense up a little bit again, which made him add: “You don’t have to. Just know that I’m here to listen, alright?”

No, you didn’t want to talk about it, but you felt the need to say it out loud. You wouldn’t heal if you kept this to yourself and pulled away from Eddie. You’d realised that you loved him, but hadn’t been able to tell him that yet. You hadn’t found the courage to speak the words.

“It’s just…” you started, but needed to take a deep breath, before you kept on talking. Honestly, you didn’t even really know where to start. “My ex…”

“Luke,” Eddie provided, because he wanted you to use his name, because it was one person who’d done this to you. He didn’t yet know what exactly, but he was prepared to find out.

“Yes…” You wet your lips with your tongue, eyes firmly on his chest, because you couldn’t look him in the eyes. Your hands still in his, the one thing you were holding onto, that was grounding you somehow. “I don’t even really remember when it started, but when he didn’t like what I had to say… he raised his hand.” Another deep breath, trying to push away the memories. “And then it happened more frequently… One time he hit me again and again and I ended up in hospital. That’s how I got this scar.”

You disentangled your hand from his, pushed the hair away from your temple and showed him the fine scar. Your eyes closed, when his fingertips touched the delicate skin. In the next moment, you felt his lips there, just a soft brush, but it still managed to make your lips curl up into a smile for a moment.

“And you didn’t tell them.” It wasn’t a question, and there was no judgement in his words, it was just what happened most of the time, and he knew what he was talking about.

“I told my Mum that I tried to skateboard and fell.” Your mother had believed you, or had at least not asked any more questions, so you’d never talked about what had really happened up until now.

“Yeah, we tend to do that,” Eddie said softly, which got your attention.

“We?”

Now, it was Eddie’s turn to sigh. He took your right hand and guided it through his hair to the back of his head, where you could feel a small scar, your fingers gently stroking over the skin.

“There were multiple reasons why I ended up living with my uncle. That’s one of them.” It hadn’t been the first time it had happened, but the last, because as soon as Wayne had found out, he’d taken the steps to get Eddie to live with him.

“Oh Eddie…” Cradling his face in your hands, you captured his lips in a soft kiss. Thinking about little Eddie going through this… it broke your heart, but it made you appreciate everything Wayne did and had done even more. He was a saint, really.

“It’s been years, but I’ve had nightmares as well.”

“How… did you deal with it?” you asked quietly, leaning your forehead against his, closing your eyes. Your hands dropped to his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath them, reassuring you that he was here, that this was real and everything else had really just been a nightmare.

“I talked about it.” Eddie put his hands on your waist to pull you close again. “I know how that sounds, and I didn’t open up at first as well, but Wayne was always there, listening, and once I talked about it with him, the nightmares ceased.” His thumbs brushed over your waist, before he pushed them to your back, rubbing soothing circles all over it. “They come back occasionally, but they are not as terrible anymore.” “What’s changed?”

“I’ve got people in my life that love me… and that I love.” Eddie brushed your nose with his making you look into his eyes. “People I trust.” His lips ghosted over yours before he pulled back slightly to look at you.

“I do trust you.” Your voice was soft, quiet, but he heard every word, and it filled him with pride. “And I… And I love you.” There, the words you’d been too afraid to speak were out now, but after tonight, after you’d finally been able to talk about what had happened, you felt so relieved that you had to tell him.

“If that wasn’t clear before, I love you, too. You belong to these people that make my life a whole lot better.” Eddie leaned down and kissed you. A proper kiss this time that lingered, that touched your soul and made you crave even more.

“I should have told you sooner.”

“No.” Eddie quickly shook his head and sat up a little more. “You needed your time, and that’s perfectly fine. Just know that I’ll always be right here to listen, sweetheart. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

“Stop, or you’ll make my cry again!”

“As long as you’re not crying in pain or fear… it’s a good sign, right?”

“Yeah, probably,” you had to admit as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close again, connecting your lips with his in a sweet kiss. For a moment, you stayed just like this.

“I just have one question,” Eddie broke the silence, framing your face with his hands again so that he could look in your eyes. “That no good bastard… where is he?”

“Not in Hawkins anymore. He graduated last year and left the town as quickly as possible.”

“Good.” “Why you asking?”

“Just thought I’d give him a piece of mind, defend your honour and shit.” Eddie grinned at you, gave your waist a gentle squeeze.

“You’re an idiot,” you said with a laugh, shaking your head. It was the sweetest and at the same time the dumbest thing he’d ever told you, because you really didn’t want him anywhere near Luke, because he’d only get into trouble. But that he wanted to defend your honour was something right out of a book or a movie, and so sweet, you simply had to kiss him.

“Yeah, your idiot, don’t forget that!” he whispered against your lips, before he sealed them with his again.

No, no that was something you definitely wouldn’t forget. He was yours and you were his in the best way possible.

“How about you get some sleep now? You must be exhausted.”

“Yeah… I am.” The nightmare had been draining enough, talking about it had done the rest, but at least, you were feeling a lot more relaxed now, relieved even. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’ll just watch over you for a bit until I’m sure that you’re sound asleep and no nightmares will haunt you for the rest of the night.”

You had no idea how he wanted to achieve that, because he couldn’t control what you were dreaming, but it worked. No more nightmares woke you that night, and ever since opening up to Eddie, the nightmares were becoming less and less. You’d always carry the scars on your body and soul, but now you had someone who understood you, someone you trusted, and someone who’d do anything to protect you.

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[thorfemmes]

Wet Dream

in which Eddie walks in at just the right moment

a/n: Hi friends! As y'all know by now, I'm not much of a writer, but I'm trying to get back into writing, and for some reason Mr. Eddie Munson is inspiring me these days. I haven't posted anything since Cloudy which was a little over 2 years ago, so I'm a little nervous to post this. Please be kind, and as always any feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Also please feel free to send me some prompts for writing! I'll make a more definitive "who I write for" list soon!

BTW!!! this was heavily inspired by "Wet Dream" by Wet Leg. I'll link it here so you can give it a listen :)<3

Rated 18+: fem!reader, fluff, SMUT (it's literally called "wet dream" folks), slight teasing, rough sex, edging, dom!Eddie, pussy slapping, Eddie being a pussy eating champion, aftercare!!!

Word Count: 2,025

When you told Eddie that you were going to take a nap he immediately switched from his stereo to your Walkman so you could get some rest. He spent the time cleaning up the trailer a bit and gently playing his guitar to the songs coming through the headphones, creating a soft ambience to help you fall asleep.

When he finally took the headphones off to go and wake you up (it had been a few hours and was quickly reaching 2:30, and he knew how much you hated sleeping past 2:00 in the afternoon), he was taken aback by the sounds of whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. He panicked a bit, thinking that maybe the nightmares from last year were coming back. Despite defeating Vecna and moving cities away from Hawkins, nightmares ravaged both of your sleeps for the better portion of the last 12 months -plaguing you with vivid dreams of violently losing one another.

He quietly pushed open the bedroom door, fully prepared to comfort you. What he didn't expect was to find you with a pillow stuffed between your legs, grinding against it and softly moaning and whimpering out his name. Eddie laughed quietly to himself and watched you go on for a few more minutes before waking you.

"Baby, hey. It's time to get up," Eddie sat down on his side of the bed and began to softly rub up and down your back.

As you slowly woke up you began to connect the dots as to what had happened. Flushed and a little sweaty, you quickly looked at Eddie's soft gaze and then buried your face in your pillow. Eddie laughed again and pulled the other pillow out from between your legs.

"Having fun down there sweetheart?"

"Go away Eddie!" You said muffled into the pillow.

"Now c'mon honey, there's no shame in having wet dreams. It happens to all of us".

Lifting your head up a little bit, "It wasn't, I don't have-".

"Oh really? So you were having a normal, virtuous dream that led to my pillow smelling like your pretty pussy here?" Eddie laughed again.

"Stop teasing please, I'm embarrassed enough". It was true, your face was growing hotter by the second. You'd had wet dreams before, but never like that. Or in this close proximity to Eddie. Up until now you'd been able to keep your sleep fantasies to yourself.

"Penny for your thoughts, sweets? Care to share with the class what you were dreaming about?" Eddie slowly trailed his hand down to the back of your thigh. "If you're really uncomfortable, I'll drop-".

"We were driving around in my car," You quickly blurted out before you could change your mind. "And you had me so pent up after teasing me for so long that I started touching myself in the passenger's seat."

Eddie's grip tightened on your thigh, "Tell me more baby".

"I got really close just from that, and you got really turned on so you swerved off the road to a nearby rest stop and pulled me out of the car". You rolled over onto your back and held yourself up with your elbows, allowing Eddie to move his hand to fiddle with the waistband of your panties. "We were in my car, so we couldn't just hop in the back of the van like normal. Instead you pinned me to the hood and started fucking me like that. I was basically licking the window from how hard you were going before I woke up".

Eddie squeezed your hips hard, climbing to straddle you and leaned in. "Fuck, baby. That's so fucking hot," He whispered. "A rest stop? Where anyone could have seen us? And fucking you so hard you were pinned against the windshield? Fuck, please let me touch you".

You nodded quickly and he dove in, kissing you with such desperation behind it, forcing you back down to lay flat on the bed. A mixture of teeth clashing, Eddie's taste, and the soft nips he left on your bottom lip made your head spin. It always amazed you how quickly he could get you pulsing, grasping at any bit of physical contact he'd grant you.

He shifted his face and began to kiss up your jaw and down your neck. He sucked marks in the sweet spot that he knew left you quivering. Satisfied with the bruises carefully painted across your skin, he looked to you for permission to take off your shirt. Permission was granted and he began to slowly peel away the t-shirt you had napped in, his shirt quickly adding to the pile beside the bed. He peppered his kisses down your neck and outlined your sternum with long, open mouth grazes of his teeth and small pecks from his lips. He then focused his attention on your breasts, laving his tongue around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Not forgetting the other one, he quickly mimicked his motions on the other nipple, his moans matching your soft groans of pleasure.

"I love your tits so much, baby girl. 'S like they were made for me," Eddie slurred between kisses on your breasts. "Do you want it rough or sweet, baby? Should I treat you like dream me, or treat you softly?"

"Oh shit!" You gasped as he softly bit down on a nipple. "Like my dream please. Love on me like a slut," You whispered that last part.

"Fuck yeah, I can do that". Eddie scooted down the bed and peeled off your cotton underwear and tossed them towards the growing pile. "Shit, honey. You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. I can't wait to spread you open and ruin it".

He grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you down to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees and throwing your legs over his shoulders. "You ready, sweets?"

"Y-yes Eds, please touch me".

He dove in like a starved man. He licked up the slick from your glistening folds and attacked your senses. Your moans echoed off the walls and only spurred him on, burying his face and tongue unbelievably deeper into your core. You felt a single finger start to circle your hole before easing in and curling it into your g-spot. He began to pump while kitten licking your clit. Eddie pulled it into his mouth with a sharp suck causing your back to arch and your hips to jerk up on their own. He quickly threw an arm over you and doubled down on his efforts, adding a finger to your pussy.

"Shit, fuck, Eddie I'm going to come, please can I?"

Rather than answer, he continued to pleasure you like his life depended on it. Waiting until he felt the tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm, he pulled away as he felt your pussy flutter.

"Eddie! No, please!" You whined and tried to grind your hips against his face.

He responded with a small slap to your pussy. "Behave, or you won't be coming at all this time".

He dove back in and repeated the process two more times. When the third edge rolled around you were practically sobbing from the overstimulation and lack of an orgasm. Eddie carefully moved your legs from his shoulders and manhandled you back up the bed. He kneed up above you again, and made a show of taking off his sweatpants. Having foregone boxers that morning, you were greeted by his thick cock springing up and slapping his stomach. A bit of precum was left behind where his tip hit the bottom of his happy trail, leaving your mouth watering at the gorgeous sight in front of you.

"Eds, you're so fucking pretty".

"Speak for yourself, beautiful. You looked so good fucked out, practically drooling for my cock," He began to pump himself just barely grazing your lips with the mushroom tipped head. "You ready for me, baby?"

"Yeah, Eddie. 'M always ready for you," you slurred.

He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the spare condom and lube you guys kept on top for easy access. He opened both the condom and lube, putting a few smaller drops of lube into the condom before rolling it onto his cock. He quickly took some lube and pumped it onto himself.

"Now I believe you said I had you pinned on your hands and knees, is that correct, honey? Hard enough that you were licking the window? We don't have a window on our bed, but I guess this will work," He quipped.

You quickly flipped over, resting on your elbows and arching your back slightly so he had better access.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are, baby girl. Have you absolutely shaking by the time I'm done with you".

As he lined himself up and slid in slowly, you both let out a relieved moan. Finally feeling the tiniest release from the aching pressure of arousal you both felt. Once you were settled, he gave an experimental thrust, just hard enough to make you groan. He very quickly set a pace that had you making the most unholy noises you had ever heard.

Eddie continued to thrust and thrust into you, his groans and moans matching yours.

"Fuck, it's like you were meant for me. Such a perfect cunt. My cunt, all for me".

You nodded in agreement, too fucked out to speak. The only noises leaving you were pornographic moans and whimpers. You buried your face in a pillow to quiet yourself, Eddie then grabbed your hair with his ringless fingers to lift your head back up.

"I want to hear. Show me that you're mine. My slutty little girlfriend. Who would've guessed -oh shit fuck -that you'd want to be absolutely wrecked like this, huh?" All you could do was sob in response, reaching down to rub on your clit. "Oh, you're close baby, can feel you squeezing my cock for all it's worth".

He let go of your hair and instead pulled you up by your neck, squeezing just enough to have your head spinning. He reached around and used his other hand to smack away yours and began to stimulate your swollen clit.

"Shit, baby you can come whenever you'd like. Show me what a good little slut you are and come on my cock. I wanna see you cream. C'mon baby".

It was that last little plea that sent you over the edge. He released his grip on your neck and instead held you up by your chest so you wouldn't collapse. One, two, three thrusts later and he filled the condom with his cum right behind you.

He gently laid you down on the bed and watched as the aftershocks from the overstimulation ran through you. He quickly disposed of the condom and ran to the bathroom for the baby wipes you kept for cleaning up and to the kitchen for a water bottle.

"Here baby, you did so good for me. Love you so much. I'm going to clean you now, can I do that?" You let out a small hum of acknowledgment and slowly rolled onto your back so he could clean.

You whined as he softly ran over your puffy cunt, still a bit keyed-up from what just happened. He quickly lifted you up a bit so you could down the water he brought you. As you laid back down, he grabbed your old clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket. Eddie went and grabbed the ABBA record you loved so much and set it on the player to let the soft melodies help you come down. Grabbing a new shirt and panties for you and some boxers for him, he quickly helped you get dressed before covering himself as well.

"Thank you for indulging me," You said softly, still a little dazed from Eddie's roughness.

"Anytime, my love. Thank you for trusting me".

"Maybe I'll have to take naps more often, hm?" You giggled.

"If this is how you feel after a nap, then hell yeah. Take all the naps you need".

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[spntoxicfemslashevent]

full prompt list

hey everyone! this is the full february prompt list for this event. we're going to have six prompts every day, so it's big! smaller versions containing only some of the prompts are forthcoming. ideally a piece submitted for a certain day should be inspired by at least one of the prompts for that day.

[conceptual prompts only] [pairing prompts only] [format/style prompts only] [prompts by date] [submission guidelines] [intro post]

conceptual prompts:

feb 1: manipulation || rot || political play

feb 2: tied up || burning flesh || jealousy

feb 3: suburbia || betrayal/judas kiss || doll

feb 4: blackmail || cannibalism || age gap

feb 5: blasphemy || executioner || genderless

feb 6: “...and it felt like a kiss” || on the rack || handmaiden-feudal lord

feb 7: sainthood || blood || isolation

feb 8: poison/drugging || barefoot and pregnant || murder suicide

feb 9: scars || heaven and/or hell || voyeurism

feb 10: shallow grave/midnight gardening || exes || serial killer(s)

feb 11: crossdressing || corpse || brat

feb 12: war/opposite sides || soulmates || guts/gore

feb 13: demonization || immortality || "forgive me father"

feb 14: unrequited || butch || imprisonment

feb 15: high school sweethearts || justifications || resurrection

feb 16: stabbing || masturbation || somnophilia

feb 17: turn the straight girl || kidnapping || ritual sacrifice

feb 18: stalking || substance use/abuse || comp het

feb 19: amnesia/mindwipe/lobotomy || flogging || forcefem

feb 20: vessel || make each other worse || gothic

feb 21: mistress || forced marriage || petplay

feb 22: demon deal || power imbalance || state of mind/dreams/confusion

feb 23: experiment || bastard child || what happened to her first husband/wife?

feb 24: curses || possession || infidelity

feb 25: controlling || temptation || "i ran into a door"

feb 26: victim || right hand || true crime

feb 27: humiliation || dubious consent || brainwashing

feb 28: family || true form || obsession

feb 29: closeted || sins of the father || not passing the bechdel test

pairing prompts:

feb 1: rowena mcleod/billie

feb 2: linda tran/ofc

feb 3: hannah/naomi

feb 4: rowena mcleod/alicia banes

feb 5: raphael/billie

feb 6: amelia novak/naomi

feb 7: abaddon/colette mullen

feb 8: ruby/astaroth

feb 9: cassie robinson/fem!dean winchester

feb 10: linda tran/mary winchester

feb 11: cassie robinson/meg masters

feb 12: linda tran/abaddon

feb 13: risa (endverse)/meg masters

feb 14: kelly kline/dagon

feb 15: linda tran/tasha banes

feb 16: billie/amara/the empty (meg)

feb 17: meg masters/jo harvelle

feb 18: patience turner/claire novak

feb 19: mary winchester/antonia bevell

feb 20: lily sunder/claire novak

feb 21: bela talbot/ruby

feb 22: patience turner/magda peterson

feb 23: fem!castiel/fem!crowley

feb 24: missouri moseley/ellen harvelle

feb 25: jody mills/donna hanscum

feb 26: lily baker/lilith

feb 27: hannah/caroline johnson

feb 28: raphael/naomi

feb 29: eileen leahy/mary winchester

format/style prompts:

day 1: canon divergent || drabble (exactly 100 words)

day 2: canon character/oc || traditional art

day 3: scifi au || non-traditional art medium

day 4: post-canon || gifset

day 5: canon compliant || metered poetry

day 6: reverse!verse/roleswap || sketch

day 7: epistolary || flash fiction

day 8: episode rewrite || fanmix

day 9: gender changes - het to femslash || script format

day 10: canon a little to the left || headcanon

day 11: outsider pov || fancam

day 12: 5 + 1 || exquisite corpse/round robin

day 13: for want of a nail || sequel

day 14: dark fluff || webweave

day 15: vignettes/fragments || fansong

day 16: polyamory || abstract

day 17: unreliable narrator || screencap edit

day 18: meta plot/metafandom/carver edlund novels || non-song based fanvid

day 19: crossover/fusion || multimedia

day 20: trans headcanon || podfic

day 21: humor || amv

day 22: au || fiber arts

day 23: gender changes - slash to femslash || comic

day 24: pre-canon || digital art

day 25: omegaverse || sentence fics

day 26: mundane au || photography

day 27: selfcest || freeverse poetry

feb 28: character study || fanwork-of-a-fanwork

feb 29: rashomon style || fic rec list

#housekeeping #spntoxicfemslash #prompt #long post

[mystic-writings]

destination weddings

PAIRING — stiles stilinski x fem!reader

REQUEST — anon - oh hey again I requested 16 17 18 from trope list and 34 from trope list 2 :)

SUMMARY — you need a date to your sisters wedding in hawaii, and stiles is the only person available

PROMPTS — trope prompt 16 - i need a date for this wedding, trope prompt 17 - “i think i’m in love with you”, trope prompt 18 - fake dating au, trope prompt 34 - vacation au

WARNINGS — mild angst, fluff, a twilight-inspired love confession, pining

WORD COUNT — 4,674

NOTE — nonnie you have no idea how much of a genius you are, i hope i did your idea justice!

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You were sure you hadn’t chosen to take a plus one to your sister’s wedding. Why would you have? Fresh out of college, single, there was no reason for you to take anyone to her wedding.

Yet here you were, arguing with her over the phone about if you had checked the little box or not.

“You did too! Look, I have the invitation right here,” she flipped the facetime camera, showing the black mark over the plus one option. “You chose a plus one. And you can’t cancel it, either, because the tickets are already paid for.”

Cursing, you said your goodbyes to your sister and hung up the phone. Thoughts about what you were going to do ran through your mind running through the options. You could bring a friend, although you weren’t sure who would be up for taking a few days off work and flying to Hawaii. Your first thought was Lydia, who almost never denied the possibility of dressing up and going on vacation.

Before your train of thought could go any further, the ringing of your phone cut through the kitchen. Picking your phone off the marble countertop, you rolled your eyes when your mother’s caller ID flashed across your screen. Of course, she heard about the plus one incident.

Bracing yourself, you pressed accept and put the phone to your ear, greeting your mother with a sweet, “Hi, mom.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, and you could almost picture the excitement in her tone. “I just got off the phone with your sister. She said you were bringing someone to the wedding!”

“Yeah, mom, I am.”

“Well, who is it? Is it a boy? Or do you like girls? Are you bringing a friend, or have you finally found someone to settle down with?”

The questions spilled out of her mouth, further adding to your pressure. And, before you could even stop them, the words spilled out of your mouth. “I’m bringing my boyfriend.”

It was truly idiotic, but you weren’t in the mood to handle your mother’s well-intended interrogation. Internally cursing yourself, you had to take the phone away from your ear when your mother squealed on the other end, elated that her youngest daughter had found someone. Even with the phone away from your ear, you still heard her call out to your father to tell him the news.

“So, who is he?” She asked after calming down.

Biting your lip, you responded with a simple, “You’ll find out on the day of the wedding, mom. It’s a surprise.”

The woman huffed. “Oh, fine. I hope it's Stiles. He always treated you so nicely, he’s a good man. And he’s already so close to us, it makes sense.”

You groaned inwardly, trying to tame the heat on your cheeks. “Okay, mom, I’m hanging up now. I have to make dinner.”

After saying your goodbyes, you groaned. What the hell were you going to do now?

You’d spent a good while calling your friends, trying to figure out a solution to your problem. Scott wasn’t able to come since he had plans to visit his mother that weekend, Isaac wasn’t generally liked by your family after you took him to the last gathering, wherein he got drunk and hit on your mom. The thought of having to take Derek with you was, if you were being completely honest, uncomfortable. And, since your friend group was so close, none of the girls had any guy friends that they thought would be available.

Which left you sitting on your couch, sipping on your second glass of wine, working up the courage to call Stiles. Normally, you would’ve been fine with taking him to a family gathering, especially since he was so close with you. He knew most of your family members and was practically one himself. But there were two things preventing you from calling him. The fact that he would have to act as your boyfriend, and the fact that you were completely, undeniably, in love with him. You have been for years, but this was a different ballpark.

Sighing, you downed the rest of your glass before slamming it onto the coffee table and picking up your phone, pressing Stiles' contact.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I need you to come to Hawaii with me next weekend.”

“Oh? Why?” Stiles drawled, sounding confused.

“My sister’s getting married - you remember when I told you about that a while ago, right? - and apparently I checked plus one on the invitation. I can’t cancel it because she already bought the plane ticket for us.”

There was a pause before the boy answered. “Why don’t you ask one of the girls, then? They’d love to go.”

“That’s the other issue,” you gnawed on your lip. “My mom called me and asked who I was bringing to the wedding. She was asking so many questions that I panicked and told her I was gonna bring my boyfriend.”

“But you’re single.”

“Thank you for reminding me, Stiles,” you bit, “it’s not like I called you because I already had a boyfriend and wanted to let you know.” Sighing, you hang your head. “Look, it’s only for a few days, and I really need you to come. The guys already have plans.”

“Fine, I’ll go.” He relented.

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, relief flooding through you. “Come over tomorrow and we can talk more about it, okay?”

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

The week came and went quickly, but the nerves bundling in the pit of your stomach persisted. This weekend would be the most stressful and uncomfortable one of your life, but you were partly glad to have Stiles with you. He always calmed you down.

Which led you here, sitting in the passenger side of his Jeep as he drove you both to the airport. The sun was setting slowly and your duffel bags were sliding around in the back as the radio played some new song that you weren’t familiar with.

“Okay, so run it by me again. What’s our history?”

“Well, since everyone knows you so well, it shouldn’t be hard. But we didn’t realize we liked each other until a few months ago, remember? I was on a date and got stood up, you picked me up and brought me home and confessed your undying love for me, and we’ve been dating ever since. It’s simple.”

Stiles scoffed, a smile playing on his face. “Got it. And you said that we’re allowed to hold hands and hug and stuff, but I’m not allowed to kiss you?”

“Yep.” You nodded, avoiding the man’s gaze.

“But how are we supposed to make it look real if I’m not allowed to kiss you?”

You simply shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, I guess.”

The man didn’t respond, only sighing and fixing his eyes on the road.

Spending almost six hours on a plane with Stiles Stilinski was not a good experience. On his good days, Stiles was moderate with his movement and general energetic tendencies. But on a six hour long, nonstop plane ride? He was practically buzzing in his seat.

Whatever time you weren’t spending entertaining the man with chatter, small games, or a movie that he only paid attention to half of, you were reading. In the back of your mind, you wondered how things were going to go tomorrow, when you arrived at the wedding on Stiles’ arm. You could already see the shock on your sister and mother’s faces.

Since your job was so demanding, you were only able to leave early on Friday instead of booking the Thursday off. Along with that, all the two-bed rooms at the hotel your sister chose were booked, so you had to get a room at a different hotel. You also promised yourself that there was no way you were seeing your family until the wedding, just so you could see everyone’s reactions at once.

A ding echoing through the cabin drew you from the pages of your book, right as things were taking a turn in the plot. As usual, the Captain’s voice announced the arrival of the plane as the wheels touched down on the tarmac, dark sky surrounding you.

Stretching your limbs as you stood, you packed your book and phone into your bag. Stiles followed, exiting the row with you behind him. Shuffling out of the plane and into the humid night, you whined, “I’m so tired,”

“You can sleep when we get to the hotel.” Stiles said. “We have to get our bags first, then stop somewhere to eat because I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

Nodding, you adjusted the strap on your bag as you welcomed the air conditioned air of the building. “That’s fine. Just don’t buy anything here, airports always overcharge for their food.”

Stiles took note of your words before grabbing your hand, dragging you over to the baggage claim, where you waited for an agonizing 15 minutes for both of your duffel bags to show up on the conveyor belt. After that, you spent half an hour talking to an associate to get a rental car. It was only then that you were on the road, watching the streetlights overhead pass as Stiles tried to find a McDonald’s nearby for the two of you to order at.

Thankfully, there was one nearby the hotel. After ordering what felt like half the menu for just the both of you, Stiles sped away to check into the hotel. The city felt so calm, despite how busy you heard it could be. And, maybe it was just how tired you were, but you felt so calm sitting in the car with Stiles. So calm that you didn’t even wonder how tomorrow would go.

That morning was a hectic one, to say the least. The wedding ceremony was at 11:00 and you had to wake up early - at least, earlier than Stiles - to give yourself enough time to get ready. It started with breakfast downstairs, then to the shower, where you scrubbed yourself clean of last night’s travel fatigue. That was when Stiles woke up, heading to the free breakfast so you could freely get dressed.

You were wearing something new, the kind of dress you normally wouldn’t be caught dead in. But, it was your sister’s wedding, and you knew you had to look nice. In fact, she was the one to help you pick it out, many months prior. It was beautiful; light blue with a skater skirt and a corset-tie backing and mesh top, with small blue flowers embroidered into the shoulders and the bottoms of the half-sleeves. You had to admit, it felt amazing to wear something so beautiful (link here). But you were having an issue. You were able to lace through the first few corset holes and do the button at the top of the mesh, but you couldn’t reach the rest.

As you struggled profusely, cursing the beautiful dress, you heard the keycard activate the lock and the door creak open behind you. “Hey, Stiles, could you help me a little here?”

His footsteps were dampened by the carpet, but you felt his hands brush yours as he took the silk ties from your fingers. Delicately, he pulled at the strings like a puppet master, securing the dress to your torso. The room was oddly quiet as he did so, not saying a word. And, when he was done, Stiles simply pulled away, quietly saying, “I’m gonna- I gotta take a shower.”

Your eyes followed him as he spun on his heel and went toward the bathroom. A sinking feeling settled in your gut as you occupied yourself with your hair and makeup, trying as hard as you could to perfect your eyeliner and the curls falling around your shoulders. With some bobby pins, you pulled a lock of hair back from each side of your head, pinning them to the back. Framing your face were the locks of hair that you had purposely been cutting shorter since you were 13.

Stiles stepped out of the bathroom as you were slipping on your grey heels. “It’s almost 10:30, we should go before we’re-”

You cut your sentence short when you looked up at Stiles. He wore a proper suit, a simple black tie and white shirt underneath. You had never seen anything like it on him before, especially since he complained that they made him uncomfortable. You were sure that the tie and jacket would end up abandoned less than half an hour into the reception, but he looked good.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Stiles wiped his mouth and cheeks, trying to get the imaginary speck of food off his skin.

Shaking yourself back into reality, you said, “No, no, you’re fine. It’s just… I’ve never seen you in a proper suit before. You look good in it.”

“You, uh- you look really nice, too.” Stiles fumbled, scratching the back of his head. After a beat of slightly uncomfortable silence, he moved to grab his things, ready to head out the door.

Checking your small, light grey purse, you made sure everything was there before following Stiles, getting in the car and going to the church. The nerves had increased tenfold as you approached the time to greet your family, and you could only hope that you were some of the last people to get to the church.

You were right. Miraculously, you had avoided almost every family member, prolonging their reactions. Throughout the ceremony, Stiles had comfortingly held your hand as you watched your sister become someone you always thought she never would be: a wife. It was beautiful, the written vows and artwork on the walls. You couldn’t help but think about how it was a perfect place for your sister to get married in.

The wait between the ceremony and the reception was a few good hours, and all interactions between yourself and your family so far had somehow excluded Stiles. Whether it was him having to use the bathroom as you exited the church with your family, or the greetings in the parking lot as he went to get the car, he had yet to be seen by your family.

But when the reception came, there was no avoiding it. Sitting in the car, you looked at the building with a boulder of nerves resting at the bottom of your stomach. Exhaling, you wrung your fingers, wondering how bad you would look if you faked being sick and went back to the hotel instead.

Stiles grabbed your hand, halting your movements as he caught your attention. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay. It’s just a few hours, and they’ll love it. In fact, I’m pretty sure your mom loves me more than she loves you.”

Suppressing a smile, you scoffed. “That’s not true,”

“It is! She told me herself,” Stiles smiled. “But, all jokes aside, we’ll be just fine. And if you really want to go back to the hotel, we can. Just say the word and I’ll take you back.”

With a final nod, you squeezed the boy’s hand in thanks before opening the car door and getting out. Stiles locked the door, slipping the keys in his pocket before reconnecting your hands, walking up the stairs to the venue. There were quite a few cars, so it looked like most, if not everyone, was already there.

And, sure enough, you were right. Everyone was either milling around at other people’s tables, talking to one another, or sitting at their own and waiting to eat. When you stepped in, you first thought that no one had seen you, everyone generally occupied by their own conversations.

That was, until you heard your sister’s delighted squeal.

In all her glory, she came running up to you, still wearing her large, slightly shimmering, ball gown dress. She pulled Stiles into a hug, thanking him for coming. When she pulled away, she smiled and said, “Mom said you were bringing your boyfriend but I didn’t know it was him! How long have you guys been dating for and why didn’t you tell me?”

“About four months,” you responded quickly. “And I didn’t tell anyone because of this exact reason. I also thought it would’ve been funny to see how you reacted.”

The girl smacked your shoulder and you scoffed at her, knowing you couldn’t hit her back today. After some chatter, she let you go, where you went over to the table you were sharing with your parents and your sister’s new husband’s parents as well.

And once your mother caught the sight of yours and Stiles’ intertwined hands, you were sure that the shock on her face was well worth the wait. Immediately, she was out of her seat to greet the both of you with tight hugs.

“I knew it was going to be Stiles! Didn’t I say so, honey?”

Barely looking up from the book he had brought, your father said, “You did, dear,”

Awkward smiles stretched across yours and Stiles’ faces as you took your seats, chatting with everyone at the table. Despite not really needing to show off, the boy beside you never let go of your hand, holding it under the table like a pair of high school lovers.

The dinner began, and everything went smoothly. For a moment, you forgot all about the fact that you and Stiles were fake dating, merely playing a role for the night. A role you had wanted for well over five years. As you ate, you couldn’t stop glancing to your left at Stiles. He looked so happy, right in place with your family, and you couldn’t prevent the clench in your heart when you were reminded that it was all fake.

He kept his hand on your thigh lovingly for most of the speeches, thumb rubbing against the fabric of your dress. And when it was your turn, he smiled happily the whole time, encouraging you and making sure you felt comfortable, since public speaking was never your thing.

Then came the dancing. Neither of you were the most coordinated, but you did well enough. ‘Well enough’ meaning that you didn’t bump into anyone or step on your own feet. Stepping on each others’ feet, however, seemed completely unavoidable.

As most things did, however, dancing quickly grew boring. But when your mother pulled you and Stiles into a tiring conversation with her brother and his wife, you would wish for nothing more than to go back to the dancefloor. There was nothing to be done except to nod along and keep your arm wrapped around Stiles’ waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders, loving smiles plastered on your face.

“So, how did you two get together?” Your aunt, Grace, asked. You were wondering when that would come up in conversation.

Before you could answer, Stiles opened his mouth to speak. “Well, I guess I’ve always kinda known that I wanted to date Y/n,” his words caught you off guard, but there was nothing you could do to stop the brunette. “But a little while ago, she was dating this guy. He was awful, but she wouldn’t listen to me. Until one day, he stood her up and she called me to come get her. It was pouring rain and when I got there, she was basically drenched,”

The group chuckled, and heat bloomed across your face. Stiles continued, “And I took her home, but I didn’t leave. I couldn’t. I thought she would get sick, so I slept on the couch that night. And I couldn’t sleep… I couldn’t stop thinking about her. So, the next day, I just… kissed her. It was the greatest decision of my life.”

Your chest clenched as you painted a smile onto your face, keeping your eyes on the boy beside you. Even you couldn’t have come up with a story like that, especially not on the spot. You wished that it was true. That he could love you the way he acted like he did.

“Aw, that’s adorable!” She gushed. “You know, a lot of people these days aren’t as affectionate anymore. At least, not like you two are, you’re both so in love. I can see it in your eyes. I hope the next wedding I get invited to is yours.”

You forced a laugh as your aunt excused herself to talk to another one of your cousins, but you didn’t move from your spot. The words she left in the air were clinging to your consciousness like flies to honey, killing you softly. ‘You’re both so in love. I can see it in your eyes.’

For the next half an hour, you and Stiles mingled with the rest of the guests, talking about boring topics and little details about their lives that you were bound to forget before you left the venue. You were still stuck on your aunt’s words, and it didn’t help that Stiles continued to praise you as his girlfriend and vice versa to everyone you talked to.

Soon, all the loving words weighed too heavily on the reality that it was fake and, when you returned to California, you and Stiles would simply go back to being friends. With a feeble murmur, you excused yourself from the room under the guise that you needed air, which was almost fully true. The room was warm due to the capacity, and the weight of the truth that rested on your chest made it feel like you were struggling to breathe.

Stepping out into the night, you instantly felt better. There was a chill in the breeze that blew past, sending goosebumps up your arms and calming you down. Walking down the concrete steps, you decided to clear your head and take a walk through the garden behind the building.

It was truly beautiful to be surrounded by nature at night. Lights embedded in the ground lit the stone path and the flowers around you, highlighting their best features. Over to the left, a large stone fountain bubbled, making sure that you weren’t surrounded by complete silence to allow the thoughts you were running from to take over.

The stone path in front of you split in two, veering to the left and to the right. Curious, you went toward the right side of the garden, which was shrouded from your view by a willow tree. There you found a gazebo, its white-painted pillars wrapped in fairy lights. A pond lay a few feet away on the other side, water lilies resting on the surface. It didn’t have a place to sit, so you simply leaned your arms on the rails and admired the garden.

You were clueless to how long you had been standing there, watching the forced nature peacefully, when a voice spoke behind you. “I figured you’d be here,”

“Jesus!” You placed a hand on your chest to calm your racing heart, turning to find Stiles standing in the middle of the gazebo with his hands stuffed into his pockets and a playful smirk parting his lips. “Stiles, don’t do that!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You’re just such an easy target.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the garden. Stiles came to stand beside you, taking a similar stance with barely an inch between you. For a moment or two, silence was the only thing that passed between you as you admired the scene in front of you.

“So why did you leave?” Stiles asked, pulling his eyes away from the garden to look at you.

You did the same, furrowing your brow as if you hadn’t lied. “What are you talking about? It was getting stuffy and I needed some fresh air, so I-”

“I know you, Y/n. We’ve been friends for years, okay, so just tell me the truth.” If it weren’t for the pleading look buried in his honey eyes, you would’ve persisted with your lie.

“Fine.” You sighed, trying to think of a way to tell him the truth without ruining everything. “I couldn’t keep pretending like I was in love with you anymore.”

Stiles froze as you pushed away from the railing and began to pace, his heart shattering in his ribcage. “What?”

“I couldn’t keep pretending I was in love with you, Stiles. I mean, hearing you talk about how I was the best girlfriend you’ve ever had and how amazing I treat you, it was killing me!” You admitted. “It was killing me because I have to go home tomorrow knowing that I’m in love with you and everything you said wasn’t true, because I’m not your girlfriend and I probably never will be.”

Straightening himself, Stiles made his way over to you, stopping you in your tracks. His hands rested on your biceps as he locked eyes with you, something swimming in them that you could’ve sworn you’d never seen before as a smile stretched across his face. “When are you gonna realize that I love you, too, dumbass?”

This time it was your turn to freeze. “What?”

“I said, ‘I love you’.” He repeated, smile growing with every word. “I love everything about you. I love that when you start talking about something that you’re passionate about, no one can get you to stop; I love the face you make when you eat anything sour and how you say you don’t like sour things but you’re somehow always carrying sour candies with you; I love your hair and your eyes and your lips and how you can’t stand onions. I love that you know what I want at restaurants before I know myself, and that you’ve memorized my Chinese food order like it's your own name. I love everything about you, Y/n L/n.”

Tears welled in your eyes as Stiles talked, pointing out the things he loved most about you. Your smile matched his as you took his hands from your arms, tangling his fingers with yours.

“I love you, too, Stiles. I love how you somehow always know exactly how I’m feeling; I love when you drop anything and everything, no matter how important, to be by your friend’s side when they call, and how you somehow always have a joke to make or something sarcastic to say, even in the most serious situations. I love that you’ve managed to learn my habits, and know me inside and out, how you’ve gotten so close with my family that they’ll always see you as one of their own. I love it when your nose twitches in your sleep and how determined you are. I love everything about you, Stiles Stilinski.”

Everything seemed to fall in place as Stiles reached up, brushing a hair away from your face before tangling his fingers in the delicately styled locks, pulling you closer to his body. Slowly, you both leaned toward the other, as if you couldn’t help but gravitate toward each other.

The first kiss was a simple brush of the lips, you and Stiles still nervous to take the step. But once you got the first taste of his lips, it was like you would never have enough. You leaned back in, kissing Stiles with more urgency and need than before. You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck as Stiles brought his other hand to your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible.

You never wanted the moment to end, but when it did, neither of you pulled away, simply resting your foreheads together with giddy smiles on your faces. You couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed your lipstick smeared all over Stiles’ lips, but he didn’t seem to care.

Right now, and possibly forever, you felt truly happy in the love of your life’s arms, and there was no better feeling in the world.

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Old Man

Sam Wilson x Reader

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Written for the Feeling 2022 Writing Challenge, hosted by @lovelyavengers :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TORI!!!! You’re amazing and I love you!! (And now that you’re 21 like me the above cake can apply to both of us lol)

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: The above picture of one of the funniest cakes I’ve ever seen

Summary: Bucky's 106th birthday is today, and Steve has put Y/N and Sam in charge of the cake. The two of them are an absolute dream team, but of course, they also can't resist the opportunity to mess with Bucky just a little.

Word Count: 2,094

Category: Fluff

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"Alright, tomorrow is Bucky's birthday," said Steve, hands on his hips as he stared at me and Sam. He looked like he was marshaling troops for war, not organizing a birthday party. "You two are in charge of making his cake. Think you can handle it?"

"Of course we can handle it," said Sam, waving Steve off as he stepped up to the counter. "I'm a fantastic baker, and I'm sure Y/N's not half bad either."

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence babe."

"Any time sweetheart."

I just smiled and rolled my eyes as I started gathering ingredients. Sam started looking for a recipe, and Steve hovered in the doorway looking concerned.

"Don't worry Steve, we've got this covered," I said, piling the flour, sugar, and some bowls together on the counter. "You can stop hovering now."

"Yeah, get out of here. I'm sure you've got all kinds of other things to take care of for tonight."

Steve sighed heavily, but he started heading for the door anyway.

"Alright, I'm gone. Just please make sure whatever you make actually tastes good, and hopefully looks nice."

"We've go it covered, Stevie. Trust us," I said. Sam and I turned to him with matching grins, and he sighed heavily. He knew we'd only keep giving him a hard time if he stuck around, though, so he shook his head and left the kitchen.

"Finally. I thought he'd never leave," I said, plopping the rest of the basic ingredients down on the counter then moving to stand next to Sam. I put my head on his shoulder as I read the recipe along with him. "Anything else we need?"

"Nope, it's a pretty simple recipe. You ready to get going?"

"Let's do it."

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Despite Steve's obvious doubt in our abilities, Sam and I were both great bakers. We whipped up the batter and got it in the oven quickly, giving us a little bit of downtime while it baked.

"Alright, so how do we want to decorate this thing?" I asked, hopping up on a kitchen stool while we waited. Sam set the timer, then took a seat next to me.

"I don't know... did you have any ideas? I feel like we gotta do something fun."

"I agree... let's see, what are some fun things we know about Bucky we could use for inspiration?"

I grabbed a notepad and pencil, then started a list and angled it to make sure Sam could see too.

"Cranky, old, likes to stare," Sam listed off. I smiled and wrote each one down.

"Likes plums..." I added. "Shoot, should we have made a plum cake instead?"

"Nah, we'd all have to eat it too."

"Good point."

Sam and I shared a smile, then went back to staring at the list. I tapped my pencil on the counter as Sam wrapped an arm around me and we continued our brainstorm. We managed to come up with a pretty long list of stuff, from favorite color to Tolkien nerd, when the oven finally beeped to tell us the cake was officially baked.

"I'll get it," said Sam, pushing off from the counter. I hummed and kept staring at the list of ideas in front of me. An idea was slowly forming in my head, and I was trying to decide whether to follow through on it.

"Hey Sam?" I asked, glancing up at him as he carefully set the cake on the counter. It would need to cool a little before we took it out of the pan, and then a little longer before we could start decorating it.

"What's up babe?"

"How much time do we have before the party again?"

"A couple of hours still," he said. "Why?"

"Well, I had an idea... what if we had a little fun with Bucky?"

"You know I'm always interested in that. What did you have in mind?"

"It would require us making two cakes..." I said, staring at Sam as I tried to decide whether it was worth it. He shrugged.

"I don't see any problems with making more cake."

I grinned. "Alright, then let's do it."

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Sam and I decided, based on our list of ideas, it would be fun to make Bucky a Tolkien cake for his birthday, since he loved all those books so much (who knew the Winter Soldier was such a mega-nerd?). But, also based on our list and the fact that we wanted to mess with him, we decided to make another cake that focused on Bucky's age.

It was a birthday, after all.

Sam and I quickly got Bucky's second cake in the oven, then started decorating his first cake. The first cake was the Tolkien cake, and I pulled up a few pictures from Pinterest for inspiration. Sam and I worked hard on that one, and carefully decorated it with all the details we knew Bucky would lose his mind over (the One Ring especially). It took us a while to finish it, and by the time we were done, the second cake had already come out of the oven and cooled.

"Wow. That looks fantastic!" I said, stepping back to admire our handiwork with a smile. "If we ever decide to quit the whole Avengers thing, let's open a bakery together."

"I'd be onboard," said Sam, smiling with me as he put an arm around my shoulder. "I think I know the perfect spot back home, too."

I grinned, turning to my boyfriend and leaning up to give him a quick kiss. I pulled back after a second, and then the two of us turned in sync to the second cake.

"We on the same page about not making this one quite as pretty?" asked Sam.

"Absolutely," I responded. We shared a grin, then moved forward to get to work on our second masterpiece of the night.

We covered it in white icing to give us a solid base, then Sam did a little pink piping on the outside. Once he'd finished, he handed me the piping bag with a smile.

"Alright, what are you gonna write?" he asked.

"How about this?" I stepped forward and carefully piped on the words, then stepped back with a smile. Sam wrapped his arms around my waist as he stepped forward to look at what I'd written on the cake:

You're OLD as dirt.

"That's perfect," he said. I turned around to see a massive smile on his face as he let go of my waist and stepped around me. "Just one last thing to finish it off."

Sam picked up a jar of sprinkles and artfully scattered them across the top of the cake. Once he was happy with it, he set the jar down and stepped back with me to admire our two finished cakes.

"I can't wait to show him," I said with a smile.

"Neither can I. Even better, it's gonna work for Steve too, since they're the same age."

"Why are we friends with so many old men? Thor's like a thousand years old or something too, isn't he?"

Sam just shrugged. "Couldn't tell you. Must just be part of the business working with the Avengers."

"Weird."

We shared a laugh, then a quick glance at the time told us the party was about to start in the living room. We quickly put both cakes in the fridge to keep the icing from melting for the next hour or two before cake, then went out and joined the rest of our friends.

As soon as we got into the room, Steve made a beeline for us to check in on how the cake-making had gone. Sam and I assured him it'd gone even better than expected, and he immediately looked relieved.

Sam and I laughed and talked and joked with all our friends, Bucky included, as the night went on. Although he tried not to show it, I could tell it meant the world to Bucky that we'd thrown him a birthday party, and that he got to spend the night with people he cared about and who cared about him.

It had certainly been a long time coming.

Sam and I kept sharing looks throughout dinner, especially as more and more people finished eating and we crept closer to cake time. I was practically giddy with excitement, and I could tell Sam felt the same way.

Finally, we worked together to clear the last of the plates, and Steve stood.

"Alright, I think it's time we cut into the cake," he said with a smile. Bucky smiled too as Steve turned to Sam and I. "You guys wanna go get it?"

"We're on it!" I said, smiling as Sam and I jumped up and headed to the kitchen. Bucky looked a little nervous when he realized we'd been in charge of the cake, which was fair.

Sam pulled our cakes out of the fridge while I grabbed the candles. I'd gotten a package of number candles at the store, and I stuck the numbers 106 into our old as dirt cake. Sam lit them as I took one more second to admire our handiwork.

"Alright, you ready?" asked Sam, picking up the dirt cake.

"So ready," I said, grabbing the Tolkien cake. We shared a smile, then headed out into the living room together.

As soon as we got within sight, Steve led everyone in singing happy birthday. Sam and I sang along, slowing down enough that we wouldn't set the cakes on the table until after the song was finished.

Bucky raised an eyebrow as Sam and I came towards him with two cakes and two absolutely massive grins. Steve looked a little concerned, and everyone else just looked curious until we set the cakes down in front of Bucky.

He looked at the Tolkien one first. Even Mr. Grumpy himself couldn't keep a grin off his face as he stared at the One Ring and felt what I assumed was a wave of nerdy excitement. Then, he turned his attention to the second cake. He read it quickly, then looked up at Sam and I and rolled his eyes.

I just smiled right back at him as Sam laughed.

Everyone else in the room looked over Bucky's shoulder one after another to read the cake, and everyone but Steve started laughing. Steve had a similar expression to Bucky's, especially as Natasha started making dinosaur jokes.

"I was wondering what the two cakes was about," said Steve, shaking his head. "I should've known."

"Yeah, you should've," I said with a smile. "We can probably blame that on your age, though."

Steve rolled his eyes, but he couldn't keep a small smile off his face. Bucky leaned forward to blow out his candles, then paused to look up at me and Sam.

"I wish for different friends," he said, looking us dead in the eyes as he blew out the candles with a huff.

"Ah, you told us your wish!" cried Sam, pointing a finger at Bucky before going to plop down next to him on the couch. "That means it won't come true."

"Looks like you're stuck with us," I said with a grin as I plopped down on Bucky's other side. He rolled his eyes again, but he was still smiling, even as Sam and I high-fived behind his back.

"Alright," said Sam, sitting forward again and rubbing his hands together, "let's cut this cake."

Sam cut pieces and put them on plates while I handed them out. As I passed Steve on my way to hand a piece to Nat, I caught him sharing a suspicious look with Bucky. Based on our history, I knew what the look meant: the two old super soldiers were officially planning some kind of revenge for Sam and I. It was a prank war that had been going strong since Sam and I had started dating.

Whatever their plan was, I knew Sam and I could handle it. And no matter what, it was definitely worth it to see the look on Bucky's face at the sight of his cake.

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terms of endearment ♡

prompt: terms of endearment/pet names i think some genshin characters would use

characters: kaeya, beidou, eula, albedo

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kaeya

sweetness, love, angel

frequently uses pet names; probably more often than your actual name, so be prepared

a huge tease; will often use these to get a rise out of you

might get a lil handsy with you in public which, if you've been dating long enough, is a stunt you're fairly used to

but he's not gonna let you ignore him, no, he will get a reaction out of you

this menace will lean in real close--and i mean real close--and seductively whisper in your ear, "you're blushing, love"

save yourself

once he's gets the reaction he wants, he'll go even further by lovingly poking fun at you, much to your embarrassment

might get even more handsy if he's feeling especially flirty, or he'll simply coo at you, saying something along the lines of, "look at my angel, getting all worked up for me"

and yes, you're his angel, and yes, he will remind you

as coy as he can be, kaeya also has his softer moments in which he is more tender and sincere, but he'll usually still carry hints of his flirtatious tone

when he notices you're a bit down, or is just looking for some extra affection, he'll sometimes beckon you into his arms by saying, "come over here, sweetness"

get comfortable; you won't be going anywhere for a while

beidou

gorgeous, baby, hun

she isn't quite as openly flirty as a certain someone, but she will use these as a way to express her affections

as captain, she does have the tendency to be away at sea for a while, so cute little reunions with her are fairly common

expect to be met with a bone-crushing hug and a, "archons, i missed you so much, baby" upon her arrival

she loves you very much, and will want to be around you as much as possible once she gets back

while she does usually have business to attend to with several merchants, nothing will stop her from actively seeking you out throughout the day

when she does find you, or if you decide to visit her, beidou's face will very visibly light up before pulling you close and greeting you with a kiss and a "there you are, gorgeous"

now, while she does have to leave your side often, there is always the occasional sea excursion in which you are fortunate enough to tag along

and because she cares about you very much, she will constantly be looking out for you even if she seems focused on something else

especially in poor weather conditions, she'll check up on you more frequently

she can be very doting when she wants to be, and is the type to say something like "be careful, hun, the deck is slippery" when she sees you emerge from below deck just after a rainstorm

god, she's just so smitten with you

eula

darling, sunshine, beloved

despite her serious demeanor and sometimes morbid sense of humor, eula uses very sweet nicknames for you

even as a lawrence who is only infiltrating the knights of favonius to enact vengeance, she does take her job very seriously, and will fight for you when and if it is necessary

but even if there is no immediate danger, eula will be constantly looking out for you regardless

she's subtle about it though, and may just use excuses like, "take my hand, darling. i can't have you getting lost now, can i?" to get closer to you

her reason being, that standing near her is safer than anywhere else and totally not just because she really likes holding your hand

she also has the tendency to wake up very early to get a head start on the day, but has no problem if you wish to sleep in

on work days, she's usually gone by the time you get up, but occasionally on her days off, she'll be waiting for you in the kitchen, usually fully dressed, before she gets up to greet you with a sweet kiss and a "good morning, sunshine. did you sleep alright?"

she's also willing to give you dance lessons, if you're open, and won't complain if you step on her toes a few times she actually finds it quite cute

and on nights when it's just the two of you, she might spontaneously ask you to dance with her, usually by offering you her hand and saying, "care to dance, beloved?"

she can be quite the romantic when it comes to you

albedo

honey, sweetheart, starlight

honestly is a total sweetheart himself, and he's not shy about it

you're often the subject of many of his artworks, so try not to freak out too much if you catch him staring at you intensely with a pencil in hand

he just wants to get your proportions right! that and he's totally enamored with you

albedo finds everything about you to be beautiful, and will constantly praise you for looking "absolutely ethereal" (his words)

even if all you've done was pose for him for about thirty minutes, a never-ending stream of praise and words of encouragement will continue to fall from his lips

once he's finished he'll sit back to look at his work, smile, get up, walk over to you, and hit you with a, "thank you, starlight. you always know how to inspire me" and a soft kiss to your cheek

enjoys having you with him to keep him company in his lab at the favonius headquarters, and will often ask for your insight or assistance

and don't be surprised if that request for assistance comes in the form of, "honey, have you seen my crucible?"

he also appreciates having you accompany him on research expeditions in dragonspine, but will become insistent that you bring the proper clothes and warming potions with you at all times

as passionate as he is about his studies, he will check in with you frequently to see how you're doing

will typically ask, "are you sure you aren't cold, sweetheart?" while waiting for a set of test results to come through

you will have to reassure him frequently that yes, you are fine, but if you show the slightest indication of being tired or cold, suddenly he's whipping out everything you could possibly need from his satchel and inspecting you like he would a test subject

he means well though, and will offer to hold you close if that is something you'd prefer

overall, albedo would probably be the most doting lover out of everyone on this list; there, i said it

#genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #albedo x reader #kaeya x reader #eula x reader #beidou x reader #genshin impact #albedo fluff #kaeya fluff #eula my beloved #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #albedo headcanons #genshin fic

[mox-writes]

Kisses in the AM (Steve Rogers x Reader) MoxMas Day 20

Warning: kissing, fluff

Word Count: 1,048

Pairing: Steve Rogers x deaf!Reader

Summary: Slow kisses and cuddles with Steve

Prompt: Slow kisses

A/N: Story inspired by @fangirllife98 ❤ this is just a small little thing, very short but I wasn't sure how to prolong the slow kisses prompt lol also I want to put a disclaimer that I am not deaf, so I apologize if the descriptions are incorrect, I am solely basing it off what I was told by people I know who are deaf. Crossposted on moongoddessmox, please reblog! Thanks for reading! <3

MoxMas Masterlist | Prompt List 2

This night, however, the comfort of a book written eighty years before you were even born wasn’t a sufficient relief. You longed for the arms of your boyfriend, Steve; for his warm and strong embrace from the cold winter night.

You watched the clock ticking on the wall of your quiet apartment. The smell of old books and vanilla filled the air, spewing a gentle stream of scent from the air freshener plugged into the wall. Your walls were lined with dusty old books that you found at thrift stores, rare gems that you prized and gently read whenever you needed an escape from reality. Which was quite often.

He was on a mission, something that took him out of the country and into the line of danger. He had promised that he would be fine, that he would be home as soon as possible but you still worried about the super-soldier, you still missed him.

You stared at the clock, watching the hands move slowly, click, click, click, every second that went by pulled your mind to the moving pieces until you were too focused on the clock to notice the door being unlocked and the shift of energy in the apartment. You watched in silence, eyes following the hands as they went around and around. You counted in your mind as the clock reached 1:30am, hoping exhaustion would take over and you’d slip into a deep and peaceful sleep.

You were broken from your trance on the clock by the light of the hallway flickering on and off, a signal you used with others to avoid being spooked at their arrival. Your heart began to race, worry stretching over your face as you waited for whoever was out there to come into your room. You weren’t expecting Steve to be back and he was the only one with a key.

As you reached for the bat you kept beside the bed, Steve walked into view with a large blanket in hand. You relaxed at the sight of him and shifted to the edge of the bed, excitement quickly replacing the moment of relaxation.

Steve waved at you, signing a “hello baby” as you gazed upon him. You smiled, reaching for his body as he stepped closer, setting the blanket down and picking you up from the bed. You kissed his soft lips and nuzzled against him, taking in his warmth. When Steve placed you back on the bed, he handed you the blanket.

“I saw this at a market and I thought you’d love it,” he signed, eyes lighting up as a smile spread across his face. You could’ve cried, the thought that he saw something that reminded him of you was sweet, the blanket was perfect and so was he.

“Thank you, I love it,” you unraveled it and tossed it on the bed. It hung off either side, the perfect size for the both of you to cuddle under. Steve undressed, settling into some sweatpants before tossing back one corner of the new blanket.

“What are you doing back so early?” you asked, sitting cross-legged in front of him as he lay in bed.

“Turns out it was a false lead, the target hadn’t been there in a while so we came back to reevaluate,” he shrugged, “plus I missed my sweetheart,” he winked, a smile pulling at his lips. You blushed and looked down, despite having been dating so long, he still gave you butterflies.

Steve reached over, his large hands gripping your body gently and guiding you to lay on his chest. You obliged, desperate for his comfort and taking in his sweet husky scent. Steve tipped your chin up so you looked at him, his blue-eyed gaze was full of love, he looked at you as if you were the love of his life–because you were–as if looking away would make you disappear so he kept locked on you, eyes pouring into yours like a gentle stream of water.

You watched him, slowly caressing his defined chest with your fingers, feeling his breathing as his chest raised and fell. Steve brought his hand to your cheek as his thumb stroked it before bringing you into a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, letting the embrace take over your body and he melted you into a puddle of bliss. His hand stayed on your cheek while the other slid up your back to hold the nape of your neck.

His mouth moved slowly, opening and closing against yours, deeper each time. His eyes were shut very gently, barely coming open to look at you each time he started a new kiss. His breath was warm and smelled of mint, he was also so fresh and so clean clean whenever he was with you, it was refreshing. Steve's tongue softly brushed your lips asking for entrance, which you allowed. He held you closer, slowly melding his tongue with yours, passion and love radiating from his body.

He let out a soft moan which you felt vibrate against your chest, it caused you to smile against him and pull away slightly. He opened his eyes to see why you moved away, but he only saw you smiling at him lovingly.

You raised your hand from his chest, folding your middle and ring finger down while leaving the others extended, signing “I love you” to him. He smiled, mouthing the words back as you read his lips before he brought you into another passionate kiss. Steve lingered on your lips for a while, only breaking away for air until he started kissing your face. His lips trailed up your soft cheek to your temple, across your forehead, and back down the other cheek until he planted a kiss on your lips again. You giggled under his attack, each kiss making you melt even more.

Steve wiggled down the bed a bit until you were eye level to him, he laid on his side and stroked your face before laying tender kisses on your eyelids and pulling you close. Your exhaustion finally set in. You nuzzled against him, feeling him hum a soft song. The vibrations of his chest quickly made you fall asleep, cuddled up in his big arms and wrapped in his warmth.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x deaf!reader #deaf!reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fluff #chris evans #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans fluff #moxmas #fanfic #steve

[nobedofroses]

December 30th

pairing: Javier Peña x reader

warnings: fluff, allusions to smut

words: 522

a/n: soft and kinda moody leadup to nye with Javi inspired by "New Year's Day" prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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For maybe the first time since you were a very small child, you were not sure whether you would make it to midnight. Instead of going to a party or some sort of event, you were home this year. You had had friends over to pregame all of their activities, but all of them had plans for later in the night and it was just you and your boyfriend, Javi, left. 

The two of you had decided to keep it very lowkey for the night. New Year’s wasn’t either of your favorite holidays, so you preferred hanging out at home to going to a party that would ultimately be somewhat underwhelming. You were on the couch together, the New York ball drop on mute on the TV.  Javi had a glass of whiskey and you had a drink left over from when your friends were there but neither of you were really drinking. An old jazz record was going on the player. 

From your spot laying down with your head in his lap, you watched him. Of course, he wasn’t really doing anything either, so he kept looking at you too. His hand was holding one of yours, resting on your chest and his thumb was brushing over the back of your hand. 

After a few minutes of silence, you murmured, “Do you regret it?” 

Javi had to blink himself into focus and frowned, “Regret what?” 

“Being here, instead of going out,” you explained, looking at his mouth instead of his eyes. 

You saw him smile as he said, “Wanna know what I was thinking just now?” 

“What?” you asked smally, making eye contact this time. 

“How grateful I am for this quiet night with you. New Year’s has always been something I ignored because I didn’t like how my life was going. I had regrets over things I didn’t accomplish in the last year. But now, with you, I just keep thinking how ridiculously happy I am that I get a whole nother year with you.”

Your eyes were wide and shining by the time he finished talking and you let go of his hand so you could sit up. Reaching for him, you grabbed his shoulder and the nape of his neck to bring him to you for a kiss. You kept it slow, just trying to show him how you felt in the kiss since you were a little overwhelmed for words. 

After a couple minutes of the heart achingly sweet feeling of his lips on yours, you pulled back and said, “You are so good to me, Javier. I love you.” 

It was the first sentence that flustered him since you told him you loved him all the time. You watched as his cheeks flushed and he looked down before looking up at you with soft eyes, “You deserve it all and more, sweetheart. I love you.” 

You did end up staying awake until after midnight, but you had no idea when the year actually changed. Javi and you were much too concerned with showing each other just how much you did love one another to notice that.

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#javier peña #javier peña x reader #blurb #fluff #nobedofroses #snowy fics 23 #stephswinterwritingchallenge

[nano--raptor]

Hump Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x TJ Hammond

Words: 1283

Warnings: Brief sexting, TJ being scared/watching a scary movie, cursing, flirting, fluff, boys in love, kissing/making out, dry humping, implied smut

A/N: It’s day 1 of Kinktober! I’m taking inspiration from both @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ and @buckyownsmylife​, and using both spooky/chills and dry humping as prompts. I threw a tiny bit of phone sex/sexting in as well, as per the HBC prompt list.

This is another fic for my Bucky & TJ universe, I just love these two, and they are so enjoyable to write. Thank you for reading!😘

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Bucky always teased TJ about “hump day”. Every Wednesday, TJ would hear it in the morning before work, or Bucky would text him, or he’d murmur it in TJ’s ear when he got home. Bucky loved to tease, and it always made TJ blush.

Tonight, TJ sat in the living room at a friend’s house, with a few others who wanted to watch a scary movie for Halloween. It wasn’t TJ’s favorite genre, but he was bored and had wanted to get out of the house, so Bucky encouraged him to go.

The pair had been texting back and forth, TJ was feeling a little uncomfortable with the movie choice, but having Bucky in his pocket helped him relax. The texts, however, were getting spicier and spicier. When Bucky outright said I can’t wait to swallow your cock later, TJ was sure he’d turned such a bright red that he was surprised the others didn’t notice. He set his phone down and tried to watch the movie, pulling a throw pillow into his lap for comfort as the eerie music grew stronger.

But barely 10 minutes went by before TJ was texting his boyfriend again, narrating the movie to try and keep himself from getting too freaked out. Why do they always go outside without a flashlight, he asked.

Bucky came and picked TJ up after the movie ended, he was just a little too unnerved to make his own way home, not that he would admit it, but the thought of walking home in the dark made his skin crawl. Once they got inside the door, Bucky turned to him with a glint in his eye and that smirk on his face that TJ knew meant trouble.

“What?” TJ asked, pretty sure he knew where this was going.

“Guess what day it is,” Bucky stated, taking a step towards him, stroking his knuckles gently over TJ’s cheek. His breath ghosted over TJ’s skin, making him shiver slightly, but he leaned into Bucky’s touch, their faces moving closer together until his lips were nearly brushing against Bucky’s.

“Lemmie guess,” he said with a peck to Bucky’s lips. “Hump day?” Bucky grinned and nodded, his arms circling around TJ’s waist and pulling his body close. 

“Hump day!” TJ groaned playfully and planted his hands on Bucky’s chest to try and push him away. Bucky backed up, laughing, and followed TJ further into the house. 

“Your favorite day,” TJ teased. “Never mind the fact that I was so scared that you had to come pick me up.” Bucky came up behind him and kissed his neck, his demeanor softening a little as his lips planted soft touches over his skin.

“Aw baby, it’s okay. I know you don’t like scary movies. Why’d you go then?” TJ shrugged. 

“I dunno, bored, was feeling a little restless I think.” He turned to Bucky and smiled, pecking another kiss against his lips. “I’m glad to be home though.” Bucky smiled too, and took TJ’s hand to lead him into the living room. 

“Should we watch something less scary to take your mind off of it?” TJ nodded, letting Bucky pull him into his arms as they sat down on the couch. They flipped through the shows for a little while before settling on something they’d watched before; a comfortable show that they could relax to. TJ snuggled into Bucky’s side and it wasn’t long before he was cuddled right up against him. Bucky was his rock, his safe place, and there was not much that he enjoyed more than being in Bucky’s arms.

Bucky’s fingers trailed over TJ’s arm, up and down, delicately, causing his skin to erupt into goosebumps, and when he shivered, Bucky leaned down to tilt TJ’s chin up to kiss him. It was soft and gentle, the kind of kiss that made TJ melt, and after it broke, Bucky whispered in a low voice.

“Cold?” TJ shook his head, his eyes dropping to Bucky’s mouth and leaning forward to meet his lips again. The kiss deepened, quickly becoming a more heated, more needy, and once TJ moaned softly into Bucky’s mouth, Bucky’s restraint was gone. He shifted on the couch, hauling TJ into his lap without breaking the kiss. TJ planted his hands against the other man’s chest, kissing him harder, while Bucky’s hands dropped to his waist to squeeze his hips. Then his fingers were sneaking under TJ’s shirt, ghosting over his skin and making him shiver again. TJ followed suit, wanting to get his hands on Bucky’s skin, needing to feel the warmth of it.

Bucky tugged on the hem of the shirt, pulling it up and urging TJ to take it off, which he did, and was rewarded with Bucky’s hands and lips against his skin. TJ moaned again, the sound rumbling through him as he started rocking on Bucky’s lap, easily getting lost in the moment, the show on tv now long forgotten.

Bucky hummed as TJ started moving in his lap, his hands falling back to his hips and squeezing, encouraging his movements.

“Yeah baby, you feeling good? You look so good sweetheart, movin’ like that.” TJ just moaned again, rutting harder against Bucky, as Bucky’s grip tightened further. “You ride me baby, take what you need.” Their eyes met, both blown with lust, and Bucky’s heady gaze sent a thrill through TJ and straight to his cock.

“Bucky,” he whined, jerking his hips harder, leaning forward and looping his arms around Bucky’s neck to try and get more friction. Bucky leaned up to kiss him, bucking his own hips back, grinning as TJ gasped above him. TJ was moving non stop, grinding against Bucky, chasing the end, and Bucky moaned at the feel of TJ’s cock rubbing against his own through his jeans. 

“Fuck, baby,” Bucky all but growled. “Fuck you’re gonna make me cum.” His hand wrapped around to hold TJ’s ass, bucking his hips in time with TJ’s thrusts, both of them panting and moaning as they quickly approached the end. TJ dug his fingers into Bucky’s skin, his moans growing louder until he gasped out, pressing hard against Bucky, his hips jerking as finally came. Bucky just grinned, trailing his hands up TJ’s back, feeling it damp with sweat, then dropped his hands back to TJ’s thighs, continuing to rock his body against him, needing just a little more to push himself over the edge too.

“Come on baby boy,” he urged, TJ’s trembling body continuing to move over him, and TJ bent down to kiss his neck, nipping at his skin and sucking at the sensitive spot right below his ear. Bucky moaned, and TJ bucked against him again hard, once, and twice more, until Bucky gasped and bucked back, clutching TJ impossibly close as he came too.

When the tremors subsided, both of them sat panting, sweaty, and momentarily satisfied, until TJ started chuckling, still leaning against Bucky with his head on his shoulder.

“What?” Bucky asked with a grin, his voice rough.

“Hump day,” TJ replied, sounding equally ruined, which got a laugh from Bucky as well.

“My favorite,” Bucky said with a smile, stroking TJ’s cheek as he sat up. The lust in their eyes had melted into something deeper, love and affection, and TJ ran his fingers down Bucky’s stomach, fiddling with the button of his jeans once he reached the waistband.

“What do you say we move to the bedroom, and maybe lose the rest of our clothes?” 

“I’d say that sounds fuckin’ perfect, baby.” Bucky leaned in to kiss him, then grabbed his hips and stood, walking to the bedroom while TJ wrapped his legs around his waist.

#bucky barnes x tj hammond #bucky x tj #hbc kinky halloween #kinktober 2021 #tj hammond x bucky barnes #tj x bucky

[seidenbros]

Hey Love! Could you write a little something about yn getting pregnant by Eddie and only finding out three weeks after they broke up and then them getting back together?🥰

Hello my love! Ahhh this is such an angsty and sweet request, and I immediately had this in my head, so I had to write it down today, instead of doing something else (everything else could wait apparently). So I hope you enjoy this, I promise a happy end!

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Word count: 3k something Warning/Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, nausea/morning sickness, fluff in the end (let me know if I missed something Read on AO3

Follow Your Dreams, They Know the Way

“If you want to leave so badly, then go!”

“That’s not what I said!”

You’d been together for more than a year, even before you’d ended up in class together because Eddie had to repeat his last year. You’d always talked about graduating together, about building a life together after school, even though you hadn’t known where you’d end up, but both of you had agreed to leave Hawkins as soon as possible, get away from all these judgemental people, who talked about Eddie as a freak.

But Eddie hadn’t graduated with you. It had looked promising, and you’d tried your best to help him, had studied with him. Deep down he knew most of the stuff anyway, but there were just some things he couldn’t get into his head. In addition, he’d been nervous about the last tests, because he hadn’t wanted to fuck it up. Maybe, it had been that nervousness that had made him fail the tests.

It had put a damper on your relationship. Not that you were blaming him, but Eddie was blaming himself. You hadn’t made any concrete plans, hadn’t talked about where you wanted to go to university or if you’d end up studying at all, but you’d always wanted to get out as soon as possible. And now you were stuck here for another year - his words not yours.

What was one more year? Maybe, it was actually good in the end, because you’d be able to work full-time, put some money aside, but of course you’d also looked at universities. Universities that weren’t too far away of course, but you’d gotten some pamphlets and whatnot to read up on the different places, on the courses they had, because you still weren’t sure what you wanted to do, so that extra year you now had to think about it, was good for you.

But Eddie… Oh Eddie freaked out when he found the pamphlets in your bag. You were at his trailer, ready to make some dinner for the two of you, since Wayne was at work already, when you told him that you had a tape for him in your bag. One you’d made for him as a little present, a little encouragement after he’d been down for the last few days. It was the first one you’d made for him after you’d gotten one from him at least once a month, so you were rather excited to give it to him - only that he came back with the brochures in hand and asked you about them.

“What’s this?”

“It’s just some brochures. I got them to read up on the universities around here.”

“So you want to leave?”

“No? I’m just getting information.”

“Sure…” he put them down on the kitchen counter and turned his back to you, heading for his bedroom. He was mad. By now, you knew him well enough, knew that he rather left you standing there instead of having this discussion with you. Whenever he was mad, really mad, he opened his mouth before he really thought about his words. But leaving you standing there with this kind of reaction was something you weren’t in the mood for right now. You hadn’t come here to spend the night with Eddie sulking in his corner, because he didn’t speak his mind.

With a sigh you put down the knife, wiped your hands on a towel and followed him.

“I am!” you said firmly, stopping in the door to watch him. He’d grabbed his guitar and was lounging on the bed, his fingers gliding over the strings while he tuned his sweetheart. “What is so wrong about checking out my options?”

“Options?” He looked up at you shaking his head. “That’s what you call it?”

“Of course! We talked about this, but for the future, I’m just checking it out. There’s a couple universities not too far away from here, so I’m looking them up and might go and look at them.”

“If you want to leave so badly, then go!” Eddie’s voice was louder, angry, and you’d never heard him like that.

“That’s not what I said,” you tried to reason with him, it was just something you needed to talk about. You wanted to be honest with him, and you expected the same from him as well. It wasn’t like you were going off to uni any time soon, you were just thinking ahead especially because you didn’t know what you wanted to do with your life.

“I know how this ends…” You’d take a look and you’d never come back. People didn’t stick around when it came to him except for a few exceptions. He had no idea how he’d managed to have you by his side, and he marvelled at the fact every day. You certainly deserved better than him in his opinion, and maybe you were realising that now as well. “I’m not holding you back.”

“Eddie, what the fuck are you talking about?” An exasperated sigh left your lips, your eyes still on him, on the tension in his shoulders. He was exuding anger, but in reality it was more pain and fear than anything else, but you couldn’t tell the difference right now with your heart pretty much banging against your ribs because of his words.

“Go!” he said firmly, raised his head to look at you again. “Get out of here, out of Hawkins. I’m not keeping you here. Go and live your best fucking life!”

“You’re not being serious…” You took a step back, grabbed onto the doorframe, because you couldn’t believe your ears. You didn’t want to leave Hawkins without him, didn’t want to leave him, because you loved this man with all your heart.

“Yes I am.” Eddie swallowed heart, dropped his gaze back down to his guitar so that he wouldn’t have to look in your eyes again, see the pain reflected in them, because it pained him as well. But he didn’t want to be the reason you stayed here, when there was so much more waiting for you out there. “Go.”

“Eddie, this is-”

“I said go! We’re done!” Eddie pressed his lips together, eyes downcast, but he still heard the sob that escaped your throat when you turned around and ran out of the trailer.

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Three weeks had passed, and you still missed him, played the conversation over and over in your head. At least you didn’t have your parents around this week, because they were on vacation. They’d asked you to come along when they’d planned the trip, but back then you’d wanted to spend that time with Eddie. Nobody would have guessed that he’d dump you, not with how happy you’d been - up until that evening.

It was actually quite nice to be alone at home, or at least without your parents, because your friend Robin had been spending quite some time with you. For a couple of days you hadn’t been well, and not just because of a broken heart. You’d been throwing up repeatedly, not able to keep anything in you that long, so Robin had taken it upon herself to take care of you, make sure that you drank enough and rested well.

“Y/N, do you think… could you maybe be pregnant?” Robin hadn’t wanted to bring that up, but after three mornings of you throwing up again and again, she’d tried to find a pattern, but you’d always eaten something different, so she was pretty sure that it wasn’t due to the food. And you’d also stayed clear of alcohol, so that wasn’t an option as well.

“I don’t think so.” No… no you couldn’t be. You’d always used protection.

“Are you really sure? When was your last period?” Robin didn’t want to scare or upset you, but she wanted to find out what was going on with you, wanted to help.

“I…” Oh God, you really had to think back, but… “When we watched that movie together at the cinema… I can’t remember the name… the one you insisted we should watch, which turned out to be horrible.” Robin had said that herself, after she’d trusted the opinion of a friend.

“Y/N… that was more than two months ago.”

You both exchanged glances, while the realisation hit you that she might be right. That was already enough to make you panick, but not only that. You quickly got up and paid the bathroom another visit, while Robin gathered her belongings.

“I’ll just go and get a test, arlight? You stay here.”

Where else would you go? Your knees were so weak by now, that it was hard to get back on your feet. So instead, you leaned your back against the bathtub, pulled your knees up to your chest and hugged them to your own body.

You weren’t sure how much time passed until Robin was standing in front of you again, but you were still in that same position. With some encouragement from your friend, you finally took the test. Waiting for the result felt like ages, but when the two lines appeared on it, you didn’t know what to say.

“Um… looks like you’re gonna be a Mum,” Robin said, wrapping her arm around your waist to pull you against her side. “You’re not alone, you hear me?” Her reassurance helped a little bit, but you were still completely overwhelmed and couldn’t stop the tears from falling down.

Robin carefully guided you back to your bedroom so that you could sit down on the bed.

“I have to tell Eddie.” Of course, your first thoughts were with him again. You’d talked about a future together and while you’d never talked about the when and how, both of you had always said that you wanted children in the future. That Eddie would be the man his father never was, that he’d give his kids everything they needed in life, just like Wayne had given him everything he’d been capable of. Eddie would forever be grateful for Wayne, and so would you.

“While I agree,” Robin started, took your hand between hers and gave it a gentle squeeze, “You won’t do that right now. Let that sink in for a moment and think about what you want, okay?” You slowly nodded. She was right of course. You needed to think about how to break the news to him - and your parents once they came back, but until then, you still had quite some time. “Do you… Do you know already if you want to keep it?”

“Yes!” You didn’t even have to think about it. Even if Eddie wouldn’t want anything to do with you or that baby, you wanted to keep it. It wouldn’t be easy that was for sure, but when was life ever easy?

“Okay, good. Just hope you’ll make me their godmother.”

Oh you would, without a doubt. Robin would be the best godmother, you were sure of it.

—

Three more days passed and you’d managed to get an appointment with your OB-GYN, who confirmed your pregnancy and told you that everything looked good, there was no need to worry. It was a huge relief, but what flooded you with love was the ultrasound picture you were holding in your hand now. You already loved this little bean, even if you had to raise them alone in the end because Eddie didn’t want to see you. But you had to let him know, let him make that decision for himself.

You put the picture in the back pocket of your denim overalls as you got out of the car. All your normal jeans were a little tight by now, but the overall was quite comfortable. You’d cut off the legs so that it was suitable for the warm weather, and you felt comfortable, cute even. Things you focused on when you knocked at the door of Eddie’s trailer, so that your heart wouldn’t beat out of your chest.

“What is… oh.” Eddie’s eyes landed on you after he’d opened the door, clearly not expecting you. His whole face softened when he looked at you, and he kept himself from pulling you against his chest, because he’d missed you like crazy. He’d behaved like an asshole, he knew that, but he hadn’t wanted to be the reason for you to stay here and put your dreams on hold, even though he didn’t really know what your dreams were, he’d just assumed that you wanted to go. Eddie really had no idea that he was your dream, a life with him no matter where.

“Hi,” you managed, swallowed against the lump in your throat, because seeing him brought back all kinds of emotions, but most of all longing. “Do you have a moment? There’s something I’d like to tell you.”

Your words were laced with emotion, nervousness, fear, pain, but also hope. Even if Eddie had something to do, he’d put everything on hold. He asked you to come in, but you suggested sitting down on the benches, because the fresh air was good for you. After getting up, you’d felt nauseous, but so far, you’d been doing alright.

“Eddie, I-”

“I missed you,” he cut you off, and while it wasn’t the appropriate thing to do, he still needed to get these words out, before you started to tell him whatever it was you wanted to say. “I really did. I missed your smile, I missed wrapping my arms around you… I missed pressing my nose against the back of your neck when you sleep.”

“What?” he threw you off with that, but your words didn’t stop him from talking.

“I missed talking to you about the most stupid things, or starting a dicussion about which ice cream flavour is the best.” Eddie shook his head and sighed. He’d been so stupid, thinking that he’d be able to manage without you. He needed you to be whole. “I missed all of you, even the arguments, though I can do without them for a while.”

You weren’t able to hold the tears in, but tried your best to wipe them away before they fell. Needless to say, you failed, and when Eddie heard you sniffle, he turned towards you.

“And no I’ve made you cry.”

“It’s… hormones I guess.” Mixed with his words that touched your heart and made you want to crawl into his lap and not let go of him for at least a week.

“Hormones?” he questioned, and while he wanted to give you your space, the urge to comfort you was bigger. So he gently pulled you into his lap, placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed his palm over  the exposed skin, knowing that it would give you some comfort. It always had, so he hoped that it still worked.

And it did. The tears slowly stopped, but the nervousness returned all of a sudden.

“Yeah hormones,” you said again, taking a deep breath. “I came here because there is something I need to tell you, and I don’t know how you’ll react, especially after you broke up with me.”

“Yeah about that… It was stupid, I was stupid.”

“Before you say anything else please… let me finish.” While your heart burst at his words, because you’d hoped that you could just forget about everything and pick up where you’d left off, you still needed to tell him what was going on, and you weren’t sure whether it would change anything or not. “I’m pregnant.” There, the words were out, and you felt him tense beneath you. You wriggled around on his lap so that you could take the ultrasound picture out and hand it to him. “I got this today.”

Eddie stared at the picture for a moment, before he reached for it with trembling fingers. His other hand remained firmly on your thigh, grabbing it a little tighter than before. You watched his every reaction, as his eyes scanned the picture, ring-clad fingers carefully holding it like it was his most prized possession.

“You’re telling me… this is our baby?” Ever so slowly, Eddie looked up from the picture right into your eyes.

“Yes…”

Without a warning, his lips were on yours. Soft, but also demanding, while he still held onto the picture. You were caught by surprise, but immediately melted against him. You’d missed him so much, hadn’t thought you’d find yourself in his arms again, but here you were, clinging onto him, pouring all your love for him into this kiss, because you never wanted to lose him again.

“I’m so sorry… about everything,” he mumbled against your lips. “I was an asshole, but I just wanted you to follow your dreams and not be stuck here because of me.”

“Silly boy…” You sighed against his lips, but straightened up a little bit. You framed his face with your hands, ran your thumbs over his cheeks, a smile on your lips. “You’re my dream. I want to be with you, no matter where. I’d never leave without you.”

“Should've known.” Eddie turned his head so that he could place a kiss against your palm. He put the ultrasound picture in his own pocket, so that he could keep it safe. “I love you, I haven’t said that often enough.”

“I love you, too,” you said and kissed him again, before you laid your forehead against his, savouring the moment. You’d been so scared, so nervous to come here and talk to him, but now you found that it was the best decision, because that had brought you back together.

“We’re really having a baby, huh?” Eddie wrapped one arm around you, but placed the other hand on your stomach. You immediately put your hand on top of his.

“Sure looks like it. Are you okay?” You’d had a few days to get accustomed to the thought of having a baby, but you were still a little nervous. Eddie had just heard the news and still had a lot to digest.

“I’m scared shitless to be honest.” He let out a nervous laugh and shook his head. “I’m scared that I’ll fuck up like my parent did and that I won’t be a good dad…”

“You’ll do great, Eddie.” You cupped his cheek, made him look up at you. “You know how not to raise a child because of your parents, but you also have Wayne, and he did a pretty damn good job with you.” “Yeah… he’s the best.”

“I’m scared too, but… I’m also happy.”

“Yeah… me too.” he took a deep breath, a smile on his lips, before he looked down at your stomach. “We’ll manage, won’t we, little one?”

And you would. You knew that you would, because you loved each other, and you already loved this baby.

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Kisses in the AM (Steve Rogers x Reader) MoxMas Day 20

Warning: kissing, fluff

Word Count: 1,048

Pairing: Steve Rogers x deaf!Reader

Summary: Slow kisses and cuddles with Steve

Prompt: Slow kisses

A/N: Story inspired by @fangirllife98 ❤ this is just a small little thing, very short but I wasn't sure how to prolong the slow kisses prompt lol also I want to put a disclaimer that I am not deaf, so I apologize if the descriptions are incorrect, I am solely basing it off what I was told by people I know who are deaf. Crossposted on Mox-Writes for notification purposes, please reblog! Thanks for reading! <3

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You watched the clock ticking on the wall of your quiet apartment. The smell of old books and vanilla filled the air, spewing a gentle stream of scent from the air freshener plugged into the wall. Your walls were lined with dusty old books that you found at thrift stores, rare gems that you prized and gently read whenever you needed an escape from reality. Which was quite often.

This night, however, the comfort of a book written eighty years before you were even born wasn’t a sufficient relief. You longed for the arms of your boyfriend, Steve; for his warm and strong embrace from the cold winter night.

He was on a mission, something that took him out of the country and into the line of danger. He had promised that he would be fine, that he would be home as soon as possible but you still worried about the super-soldier, you still missed him.

You stared at the clock, watching the hands move slowly, click, click, click, every second that went by pulled your mind to the moving pieces until you were too focused on the clock to notice the door being unlocked and the shift of energy in the apartment. You watched in silence, eyes following the hands as they went around and around. You counted in your mind as the clock reached 1:30am, hoping exhaustion would take over and you’d slip into a deep and peaceful sleep.

You were broken from your trance on the clock by the light of the hallway flickering on and off, a signal you used with others to avoid being spooked at their arrival. Your heart began to race, worry stretching over your face as you waited for whoever was out there to come into your room. You weren’t expecting Steve to be back and he was the only one with a key.

As you reached for the bat you kept beside the bed, Steve walked into view with a large blanket in hand. You relaxed at the sight of him and shifted to the edge of the bed, excitement quickly replacing the moment of relaxation.

Steve waved at you, signing a “hello baby” as you gazed upon him. You smiled, reaching for his body as he stepped closer, setting the blanket down and picking you up from the bed. You kissed his soft lips and nuzzled against him, taking in his warmth. When Steve placed you back on the bed, he handed you the blanket.

“I saw this at a market and I thought you’d love it,” he signed, eyes lighting up as a smile spread across his face. You could’ve cried, the thought that he saw something that reminded him of you was sweet, the blanket was perfect and so was he.

“Thank you, I love it,” you unraveled it and tossed it on the bed. It hung off either side, the perfect size for the both of you to cuddle under. Steve undressed, settling into some sweatpants before tossing back one corner of the new blanket.

“What are you doing back so early?” you asked, sitting cross-legged in front of him as he lay in bed.

“Turns out it was a false lead, the target hadn’t been there in a while so we came back to reevaluate,” he shrugged, “plus I missed my sweetheart,” he winked, a smile pulling at his lips. You blushed and looked down, despite having been dating so long, he still gave you butterflies.

Steve reached over, his large hands gripping your body gently and guiding you to lay on his chest. You obliged, desperate for his comfort and taking in his sweet husky scent. Steve tipped your chin up so you looked at him, his blue-eyed gaze was full of love, he looked at you as if you were the love of his life–because you were–as if looking away would make you disappear so he kept locked on you, eyes pouring into yours like a gentle stream of water.

You watched him, slowly caressing his defined chest with your fingers, feeling his breathing as his chest raised and fell. Steve brought his hand to your cheek as his thumb stroked it before bringing you into a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, letting the embrace take over your body and he melted you into a puddle of bliss. His hand stayed on your cheek while the other slid up your back to hold the nape of your neck.

His mouth moved slowly, opening and closing against yours, deeper each time. His eyes were shut very gently, barely coming open to look at you each time he started a new kiss. His breath was warm and smelled of mint, he was also so fresh and so clean clean whenever he was with you, it was refreshing. Steve's tongue softly brushed your lips asking for entrance, which you allowed. He held you closer, slowly melding his tongue with yours, passion and love radiating from his body.

He let out a soft moan which you felt vibrate against your chest, it caused you to smile against him and pull away slightly. He opened his eyes to see why you moved away, but he only saw you smiling at him lovingly.

You raised your hand from his chest, folding your middle and ring finger down while leaving the others extended, signing “I love you” to him. He smiled, mouthing the words back as you read his lips before he brought you into another passionate kiss. Steve lingered on your lips for a while, only breaking away for air until he started kissing your face. His lips trailed up your soft cheek to your temple, across your forehead, and back down the other cheek until he planted a kiss on your lips again. You giggled under his attack, each kiss making you melt even more.

Steve wiggled down the bed a bit until you were eye level to him, he laid on his side and stroked your face before laying tender kisses on your eyelids and pulling you close. Your exhaustion finally set in. You nuzzled against him, feeling him hum a soft song. The vibrations of his chest quickly made you fall asleep, cuddled up in his big arms and wrapped in his warmth.

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