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So I read somewhere that if the word ‘Sputnik’ is said to Bucky it knocks him out. Like it was a way for HYDRA to temporarily incapacitate him until they could control him better if he got out of hand. I’d love to see if you could write about how the reader and the team would deal with this situation. Maybe incorporate the satellite, as we know how much Bucky loves space. 💙✨ Maybe an established relationship? Again don’t need to do this, but I thought you’d appreciate a little help to get out of this writers block :)

Sputnik

Summary: Bucky's fascinacion with Space gives the team an interesting, emotional week.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Romanoff!Reader, Platonic!Bucky Barnes x Various!Avengers

Warnings: Language. Established relationship. Mentions of Bucky's past and trauma. So much angst, but tons of fluff too. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 6.4K. This one got away from me, lol.

A/N: Okay, so I heard about this too and did some research and found out it is a thing that the Red Skull uses against Bucky in one of the many universes of the comics, but it can only be used once. What I couldn’t find is how to wake him up, so that part is made up by me lol. Anyway, I hope this satisfies you, Anon, and to everyone that’s sent me requests already, I promise I plan on working on all of them, even if it takes me a little time. But keep ‘em coming! Also, I put a lot of MCU references and lines, so have fun finding them all, lol.

Masterlist

Life isn’t always fair.

That’s something most people can agree on. But it’s especially never been fair for one Bucky Barnes.

Bucky has been an Avenger for years now, and sometimes he still feels like he’s made little to no progress. Other times even he can’t deny how far he’s come.

Like right now, he’s sitting on the couch with you, his girlfriend, sitting next to him with your legs over his as he strokes your thigh absentmindedly while he’s engrossed in a conversation with Peter about astrology.

That’s something that Bucky has always found interesting, and the young genius has been filling Bucky in on everything he’s missed on the subject since the 40s.

Most of the Avengers are away on missions and the rest of the team that’s at the Compound (Tony, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Sam, Natasha, Bucky and you) are all hanging out in the common room, the fading colors of the sundown coming through the window making for a nice setting.

Tony, Steve and Sam are talking about Formula One, Peter and Bucky are in their own little nerd world and you are talking with Natasha and Wanda about the latest tv show you’ve all been binging together.

Your attention is brought on Bucky when he taps on your leg gently to signal you to get them off of him so he can get up, never breaking his conversation with Peter.

“What’s a satellite?” Bucky asks with furrowed eyebrows as he gets up from the couch.

“It’s an artificial body placed in orbit around the earth, or moon or another planet, in order to collect information or for communication.” Peter explains like the cute little geek he is while Bucky goes to the kitchen to get another beer, still concentrating on their conversation.

“You know,” Tony interjects, the whole team’s attention now on their exchange. “The first artificial Earth satellite launched in 1957, it was called Sputnik and it was-”

“Bucky?” You interrupt Tony in the middle of his fun fact when you see your boyfriend freezing as he’s about to sit on the couch where he was a minute ago.

He doesn’t say anything but you can see his eyes rolling back into his head and then he falls to the ground unconscious.

“Bucky!” You yell as you kneel beside him, everyone else rushing to his side, just as worried as you.

You grab him by his shoulders and shake him a little, but the man doesn’t move a muscle. You look around at the team, but everyone is equally as clueless about what’s happening as you are.

“Should we try slapping him?” Sam offers, earning a glare from both you and Steve and a slap on the back of his head by Natasha.

You look back at Bucky, but you can’t think of anything to do to help him, your mind completely blank. You feel a hand on your shoulder but you pay it no mind, your eyes focused on Bucky.

“We could try the book…” Steve’s voice is quiet but to your ears those words feel like a scream and your eyes snap up to his just to find him already looking at you.

You know what book he’s talking about, of course you know. The Winter Soldier’s red book, the one Bucky gave you to keep safe because he trusts you with his life.

You’re the only one that has access to it, but you’ve never even opened it because Bucky trusted you not to unless it was necessary. He chose not to destroy it for this exact reason, in case something inexplicable happened to him. 

He himself has never opened the book, so it stands to reason that there are a lot of things he doesn’t know about the Winter Soldier’s programming.

You promised him you’d keep it safe and that’s what you’ve done so far, but you also promised yourself you’d never open it and see the horrors even Bucky doesn’t know they did to him. You certainly never thought it would be necessary, that’s why you agreed to it.

But right now, as much as you hate to admit it, it’s your best option. 

You leave Bucky in Steve’s care and go to your and Bucky’s room. You go into the closet and remove the hardwood plank in the far corner and reach into it to take out a small safe.

It’s Stark Technology, even Bucky wouldn’t be able to get into it, if he even knew it was there. But he doesn’t, he was very insistent on you being the only person that knew the book’s hiding place.

You scan your thumbprint, then your retina and lastly say the voice command ‘Jamie’ and the light turns green. The safe opens and you reach into it, moving away the files about yourself you recovered from the Red Room after you and Natasha escaped, then the Hydra file Natasha found on Bucky and some other documents you have there before spotting the red leather at the bottom of the safe. You pull it out and hesitate before sighing. 

This is necessary. 

That’s what you keep telling yourself over and over as you open it and start looking through the pages for anything about Bucky passing out.

Thankfully it doesn’t take long for you to find it, and you’re careful to put everything away the way it was before going back to Bucky.

While you were looking for an explanation, Steve and Sam moved Bucky to the medbay where Tony hooked up some machines to him to make sure he was still healthy, even if he’s unconscious.

You enter the room and hesitate before walking up to the bed. You can tell everyone’s worried, most likely because even the shuffle of bringing him here didn’t wake him up.

“Please tell me nobody slapped him.” you say quietly, half joking and half actually worried someone tried to slap him awake. When Steve shakes his head no, you let out a relieved breath and cross your arms in front of your chest. “I think I know what happened.”

“You do? What is it?” Steve asks hopefully, although the tone in your voice doesn’t prompt anything good.

“Apparently, Hydra planted a failsafe in Bucky’s subconscious.” Everyone’s attention is on you, and you look at everything but Bucky. “It was made in case the Winter Soldier rebelled and they needed a quick way to shut him down.”

“I don’t get it, why didn’t Shuri take it out with his trigger words?” Sam asks with a frown.

“She didn’t know about it.” You answer simply. “Bucky didn’t even know about it…”

“If she didn’t know it existed, she didn’t know to look for it…” Tony elaborates and Sam nods.

“Does it say what the word is?” Steve asks you.

“The word is ‘Sputnik’.” You say while looking at Tony with a tight-lipped smile. You know it’s not his fault, he obviously didn’t do it on purpose and you know he understands you don’t blame him, and neither would Bucky. “Good news is, the failsafe can only be used once.” Everyone relaxes a little, at least there’s the bright side that this won’t ever happen again.

“And the bad news is…?” Natasha prompts while raising her eyebrow, making everyone tense again. You sigh, damn her for knowing you so well.

“Since it’s never been used, there’s no saying what will happen to him, how long it’ll last or how to wake him up…” You trail off, looking down at your feet while biting your lip before finishing your sentence. “If he even wakes up.”

You hear Wanda gasp at your words and the room goes silent. You don’t have the courage of looking anybody in the eye at the moment, so you just keep looking down.

“What do you mean, if he even wakes up?” Peter is the one that asks the question, his voice quiet and a little unsteady.

“It’s Hydra we’re talking about, I doubt they cared about the consequences their actions would bring on Bucky’s psyche…” You say bitterly, wishing you had any Hydra agent at hand so you could snap their neck. “That trigger word could’ve done anything to him.”

“T-there has to be something else, maybe you missed something.” Steve mutters and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes. You know this is coming from a good place, he’s worried for his best friend, but it’s still annoying that he’s doubting you.

“All it says in the book is that it’s supposed to knock him out long enough to provide an opportunity to move him somewhere where he can’t do any damage or even put him back into Cryo if necessary.” You recall word for word what you read in the book, making it clear that there’s nothing else to be done. “All we can do is wait it out…”

You glance at Bucky and something inside you snaps. You know you can’t look at his still, angelic face any longer or you’ll lose it, so you turn around and walk out of the room, leaving everybody perplexed at the wake of your actions.

“Wait!” Steve says from behind you, but you don’t turn around until you’re at the elevators.

“We can keep watch on him one at a time until he wakes up.” That’s all you say while entering the elevator, giving him no chance to say anything back.

He understands this is a lot for you, so he decides not to push it. Instead he sighs and turns around, walking back to the rest of the team to tell them your, admittedly simple, plan.

Day 1

Steve volunteers to be the first one to watch over Bucky, hoping that he’ll wake up within a day and then everything will go back to normal.

“Hey, Buck.”  He says quietly as he sits down on the chair next to Bucky’s bed. 

“This is weird…” He says more to himself while studying Bucky’s face. “Should I talk to you? What should I even say to you? I don’t know, man…”

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You’ve known me my whole life. My entire, overextended life… Is there really anything you don’t know about me yet? Well, maybe…” 

Steve knows there’s something he hasn’t told Bucky. It’s something he hasn’t told anyone, really. But he needs to get it off his chest, so he takes a deep breath and decides to go for it.

“It’s hard, Buck… This whole hero thing.” He says quietly while looking at his lap. “I got into this life to help people, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, but… I never thought it’d be this hard.”

Steve plays with his fingers as he talks. He knows Bucky probably can’t hear him, he can’t even see him at the moment, but he still feels guilty about what he’s saying. 

“Remember during the war, how we used to think about going home after it was all over and find a nice gal, settle down, have a family…” Steve can’t help but smile at the memory of all the times they spent in bars between fights with the Howling Commandos, just fantasizing about what their lives would be like after the war was over. “I know what I have with Natasha is real, and I love her, and you got pretty lucky too.” He smirks at Bucky while thinking about his relationship with you. 

“But this isn’t really the life we imagined, is it?” His smile falls. He can’t help but feel like saying these things out loud make him look selfish. But who better to understand him than his best friend, who went through something very similar? So he keeps going.

“This job, man… People depend on us to keep them safe, and that’s a lot of responsibility on its own, but being Captain America…” Steve scoffs, just the title he was given all those years ago now carries a weight he can’t escape. “It’s exhausting.” 

Steve finally looks up at Bucky, half expecting him to be looking at him with an irritated expression, but Bucky’s still unconscious, his face still and peaceful, almost as if he’s merely sleeping.

“I try to be perfect all the time, but, outside this team, no one wants me to be myself… They want me to be the version of myself that they like. The version that serves them better.” Steve leans in, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes focused on Bucky’s face. “But I’ve always known I could be myself with you. ‘That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight’, right?” 

Steve laughs. That’s how Bucky described him. Even after the serum, that’s how Bucky always saw him.

“That’s me… You’ve always seen me for who I was, not who you needed me to be…” He takes Bucky’s hand in his. “Even when I had nothing, I had you… And I know what you’d tell me if you were awake,” 

Steve chuckles, knowing his stubborn best friend would insist Steve would be fine even without him. “I have the Avengers, I found myself a family, I’ll be okay…” He pauses thinking about the team, but then he gets to you and his smile falls again. “But her.” 

He knows he doesn’t have to say anything more. If Bucky were awake, he would immediately understand Steve’s talking about you. “For her it’s different.” Steve says quietly. Everybody knows how much Bucky means to you. “You’re everything to her, Bucky.”

Day 2

Bucky still hasn’t woken up, but you can’t bring yourself to watch over him and Natasha can see it on your face when Steve suggested you’d be the next one on Bucky watch, so she offers to go instead of you like the good big sister she is.

“Hi, Barnes.” She says when she sits down on the same chair Steve spent the day on yesterday. “I think we both know I’m only here for your little doll.” Natasha teases with a small smirk before she gets more serious.

“She can’t face this yet…” Natasha says quietly, thinking about your face just moments ago. “She doesn’t believe she’s as strong as we both know she is.”

Natasha knows you haven’t slept much, the darkening circles under your eyes give you away.

“But I get it,” she sighs “you mean so much to her.” She’s never seen you as happy as you are since you started dating Bucky, and she knows you’d do anything to protect that. Hell, Natasha herself would do anything to protect something as pure as your relationship with Bucky.

“Our whole lives, all she wanted was what she has with you now.” Natasha smiles sadly at Bucky. “And now that she’s found it, it’s hard for her to face reality and admit to herself that she might lose it…” 

Natasha sighs and shakes her head, thinking about everything organizations like Hydra and the Red Room took from all of them, and how they’re still managing to hurt them even after all these years.

“You know,” She says after a moment of silence “I’ve never been homesick. Because there was no place I belonged to.”

She knows Bucky felt the same way for the longest time, and she wants to give him the same hope she had. “And then I got this, this job… This family. And you’re part of that family too, Bucky.”

She leans in and scans Bucky’s face, looking for any signs that he might be conscious, but she finds nothing. 

“None of us are ready to lose that. To lose you.” She tries to drive home the point by taking his hand. “You have a family again, a family that cares for you.” 

“And you can’t do this to her… You know you can’t.” She adds after another moment of silence. “All our lives, she’s been looking for a home… You are her home, Bucky.”

Day 3

“Hey, man.” Sam sits down on the chair next to Bucky’s bed. 

“I know, I know, I’m probably the last person you want here…” Sam chuckles. “But that’s too damn bad for you, because I’m gonna be here anyway.”

Sam looks at Bucky, it feels kind of weird for him to see him without the scowl that’s usually directed at him. “Oh, how I wish I could know what’s going on in that big cyborg brain of yours…” Sam says with a small grin. 

“If you were awake you’d be glaring at me. Is it weird that I kind of miss it?” He wonders out loud. “Two days without your annoying staring problem is two days too long…” 

Sam chuckles again. He knows Bucky would be threatening his life at this point if he were awake. Not that he’d ever follow through with his threats, though. Sam sighs.

“I know you don’t want me getting all sappy on you, but… I never did tell you why I tease you so much, did I?” Sam says quietly as he sits back on his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “You’ve asked me repeatedly why, but you don’t really expect an answer when you do…”

A lot of the conversations between them end with Bucky asking Sam why he’s such a pain in his ass while Sam, and anyone else witnessing the exchange for that matter, just laugh. Even you.

“But here I am, giving you one anyway.” Sam says with a grin. At this point he’s almost hoping that if he annoys Bucky enough, he’ll wake up just to kick his ass. 

“You know how they say ‘we accept the love we think we deserve’? Well, I know how little love you truly believe you deserve.” Sam has never said these things out loud, especially not to Bucky because he knows that wouldn’t end up well for anybody. But now he feels like he has to.

“Thing is…” Sam says quietly, taking the rare moment where Bucky is not rolling his eyes or glaring at him to be honest. “You deserve so much more than you care to admit, Bucky.” 

He looks out the window for a moment before looking back at Bucky.

“And I’m gonna mess with you, and make fun of you, and tease you like friends do.” He says defiantly, almost challenging Bucky to stop him. “Because, whether you like it or not, I am your friend.”

Sam grins at Bucky, wishing he was awake just so Sam could see Bucky’s face as he annoys him. “You have people that care about you, Bucky. You have a whole team that does.” 

Sam says sincerely with an easy smile, but then he sighs. He knows, if Bucky could reply, he wouldn’t want to believe what Sam’s saying. Ever the stubborn one, that man.

“Look Bucky, I know you believe you’re hard to love…” Sam says quietly, thinking about his next words carefully with you in mind. “But she loves you like it’s breathing, man.”

Day 4 

“Good morning, Bucky.” Wanda says as she enters Bucky’s room in the medbay. “How are you feeling?”

She sits down and sighs. “Yeah, I know, I could easily just look into your mind and see for myself, like Tony has been bugging me to do since all this started, but…” She pauses and smiles softly at Bucky. “I made you a promise.”

Bucky didn’t trust Wanda when he first met her. He knew she had ties to Hydra, he knew she could control his mind and he had enough of that for a lifetime.

“I’ve never entered one of our friend’s minds on principle, but I know how important it was to you that I willingly promised you outright.” She says softly while remembering the look on his face when she seeked him out to relieve his worries. “It didn’t take a mind reader to see the weight being lifted off your shoulders when I actually said the words…” 

After that Bucky seemed less guarded around her, they even had some conversations about their experiences with Hydra, and Bucky came to understand where Wanda was coming from.

“And I get it, you’ve had no control over your own mind for the longest time, you don’t want anyone else in there.” Wanda says quietly “You trust me not to, and I’d never betray that trust.” 

She’s proud that she was able to gain Bucky’s trust, and she’d never do anything to lose that.

“You and I both know what it’s like to have nothing,” She sits back on her chair, her eyes on the window. “and we both value trust above all else, having had no one to trust for the longest time.” 

“After I got these… These powers…” She looked at the red energy coming out her fingers while they played with it. “I knew people saw me differently. I knew they feared me…”

Her Sokovian accent comes out more as she gets emotional, her eyes leaving her hand as she looks back at Bucky. “And Hydra conditioned you to expect people to fear you, too.” She says sadly. “But we can’t control other people’s fears. Only our own.”

That’s a lesson that took her a while to learn, but it’s an important one for both of them.

“We’re not monsters.” She says with conviction, like she’s trying to convince him more than just remind him, before adding. “We are all born so beautiful… The greatest tragedy is being convinced we’re not.”

Wanda smiles, that’s another lesson that was hard to learn, but luckily for them they had someone to help them believe it.

“You know who taught us that, who helped us really believe it…” Wanda chuckles softly, thinking about how you went above and beyond for both her and Bucky. Even before you started dating him, you wanted to make him see himself the way you saw, and still see him. 

“She believes wholeheartedly that you’re beautiful. I don’t need to use my powers to see the way her eyes, her face, her whole soul lights up when she looks at you…” Wanda feels like he needs to remind Bucky what he has. If he’s fighting, he needs to know what he’s fighting for. “You’re her hope, and her peace… You’re her whole world, Bucky.”

Day 5 

“Hello, Mr. Barnes, sir.” Peter says shyly as he hesitantly sits down on the chair, almost expecting Bucky to look at him and tell him not to do that because Bucky always insists Peter call him by his nickname like everybody, but Peter never does.

“I’m sorry, I know you hate it when I do that.” Peter scratches the back of his neck nervously. “You always say ‘just because I have a few decades on you, it doesn’t mean you have to call me sir’.”

Peter chuckles. “I know that, but I can’t help it… It’s not because you’re older,” Peter quickly reassures him. “It’s because I respect you. I admire you, really…” Peter blushes a little at the admission, but after all Bucky is a war hero and a role model.

“Everything you went through, even before Hydra…” He trails off, glancing at Bucky with a pained expression before continuing. “It made you stronger. You’ve always been able to help people, even without being a supersoldier.” 

Peter remembers the conversations he had with Bucky, after the man got used to the 16-year-old’s enthusiasm and energy, where Peter’s curiosity and genuine interest of what he had to say brought them hours of Bucky recalling what it was like to live in the 40s and through a war.

“You had a duty back then… To protect your country, your family and your friends… It was a responsibility, albeit a terrible one at that.” Peter says admiringly, recalling how shocked he had been when Bucky told him he got drafted and didn’t enlist like it says in his exhibit at the Smithsonian. “But you know what it’s like, to do what you have to do because it’s the right thing…” 

“I know you look at me and see a younger version of Mr. Rogers… Young and small and in need of help…” Peter says after a moment of silence, chuckling at the similarities he felt he shared with the pre-serum version of Steve before Peter got his powers. “And I get it, I spent my whole life like that… And then I got this opportunity.”

Peter looks at his hands, knowing what he can do with them alone is extraordinary. But he didn’t feel like he deserved it when it first happened.

“It was an accident. A fluke, a mistake…” He said quietly, words he’d never said out loud but he’s said to himself countless times. “But it gave me a chance to help people.” He says, now very proud of the opportunity he’s been given.

“When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t… And then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.” He says while smiling at the memory of telling Tony that when he first recruited him. “And I know fighting is the right thing to do, but it’s also a lot for me to take on…” His voice gets quieter.

“And it took me a while to get the hang of it. I still struggle with it sometimes…” He admits sheepishly. 

“But, ‘just because you took longer than others, doesn't mean you failed.’” He says before smiling at Bucky. “Remember that, kid.’” he says imitating Bucky’s deep voice with a chuckle.

“You told me that, sir. And I always remember that.” He says, proud of himself. “I’m doing my best, and that’s what matters…” His smile falters when he then sees you pass Bucky’s medbay room, like you do a few times a day even if you still can’t bring yourself to enter it.

“She’s doing her best too, Mr. Barnes.” Peter says quietly, looking worriedly at you. “To keep herself together, to not break down… To not lose hope.” 

Peter looks back at Bucky and leans in, like he’s telling him a secret. “But I can tell it’s getting harder. She can’t sleep, or eat, she can’t stop thinking about you but she can’t bear to see you like this…” 

Peter almost hoped that telling him this would be enough to make Bucky wake up, but he understands that it’s more complicated than just willpower. Peter sighs and leans back in his chair, his eyebrows furrowed with worry as he looks at Bucky. “You have to come back to her, Bucky.”

Day 6 

You almost shove Tony into Bucky’s room. Everybody else is busy, most of the team being out on missions, and you still can’t bring yourself to see him.

“Hey, Terminator, how’s the coma going?” You groan loudly enough for him to hear while yelling ‘Tony!’ from outside and he chuckles. “Kidding, kidding…” 

Tony reluctantly sits down on the chair next to Bucky’s bed. It’s not like he hates him, they have slowly developed a relationship. It’s not quite enough to call it a true friendship, but it’s enough for them to get along when they’re in a group setting, they just don’t spend any time just the two of them. 

“Fine, let’s level, Barnes.” Tony says with a sigh after several minutes of silence. “I know we’ve had a rocky relationship from the start, but you have to see where I’m coming from.” 

Tony thinks back at what happened in Siberia. He feels guilty about it now, but in the moment he was in the eye of the tornado. He couldn’t see a way out.

“Seeing you do those things on camera… It did something to me. And then that’s all I could see, your hand around my mom’s throat…” He trails off, swallowing hard as the memory comes rushing back. “But that wasn’t your fault.” He concedes after another moment of silence. 

“You know how they say that villains deserve to have their stories told from their own point of view?” He asks rhetorically, knowing Bucky can’t answer. “I never believed that. I thought it was just an excuse for bad people to justify their actions… A ‘you don’t know what drove me here, so you can’t judge my actions, as bad as they may seem to you’ type of thing.”

He glances down before looking back at Bucky with a small smile. “And then I met you. And I tried to kill you…” He chuckles awkwardly, then sighs. “But I’m glad I didn’t succeed. I’d never been able to get to know you, to understand your side of things… You’re a pretty badass dude.”

Tony smiles at Bucky. Even he has to admit that Bucky has made so much progress. He’s opened up more than anyone would’ve expected, he cares about the team, he laughs and jokes around with everybody. He’s not as guarded as he used to be, he’s truly a part of their evergrowing, eccentric family.

“I know I should’ve told you this a long time ago. It’s always been kind of implied, but…” He takes a deep breath. “I don’t blame you for what happened to my parents. Not anymore.” 

He pauses, he’s never actually said the words out loud, but right now he needs to.

“But I will blame you if you leave her like this…” He says playfully before adding more seriously. “She needs you, Bucky. More than you know, maybe even more than you need her.”

He’s never actually called him by his name, but he knows this is important and doesn’t find it in himself to come up with some funny nickname.

“Everybody wants a happy ending, and you’re hers.” He adds after another second. “And I know, part of the journey is the end, but… It’s not time for your end yet. Don’t leave her like this.” 

Day 7 

You can’t put it off any longer.

The team is out on various missions, you’re the only one in the compound along with a still unconscious Bucky. You take a deep, shaky breath and enter his room.

For a moment you stand in the doorway, tempted to run out as far and fast as you can. But you need to do this.

You walk to his bedside and bite your lip as you look at his peaceful face. Steve was right, he looks like he’s just sleeping. But you know better.

“Hi, baby…” You say quietly as you run your fingers through his hair softly. “I know, I’m sorry I haven’t… I haven’t been here.”

You feel guilty that you haven’t been taking care of him like you should. “But seeing you like this… It just hurts so bad.” You know it’s selfish. He’s the one that you should be caring for, but all you can preoccupy yourself with is your own feelings. “I want to be strong for you and I’m sorry I can’t…” 

You sit down on the chair next to his bed, gently taking his flesh hand in yours, and it’s as warm as it’s always been. For a few moments you do nothing more than just look at him, the beeping of the machines becoming background noise. You almost hope he’ll wake up out of sheer willpower, but you know it won’t happen.

“I need you to wake up, Bucky. Please…” You say quietly, almost pleading with him as tears start to come to your eyes, but you try your best to hold them back. “I need to see your smile, and your beautiful blue eyes, even if they are rolling in annoyance at some stupid pun I made.” 

You chuckle at the thought of all those times that he rolled his eyes at you when you made bad puns and dad jokes, only to laugh a second later. 

Not even because he found them funny, but because of the look you’d give him. Like you were doing everything you could not to laugh, because to you those silly jokes were the funniest thing ever, and he loved how much joy they brought you. 

And that was nothing compared to the way your eyes would light up when he’d laugh, like your greatest accomplishment in life was bringing him joy, even when both of you were entirely aware that it’s not the jokes that he enjoys. 

It’s you.

“I need to hear your voice and feel your touch… You’re everything to me, baby… Everything I need, everything I love…” You pause and bite your lip.

Love. That’s a word you two haven’t said yet. You feel it, you show it, you both know it. But you don’t say it.

Is this the best moment to say it for the first time? Probably not, but, with some hesitation, you say it anyway.

“You are love. When I think of love, when I hear it, when I say it… It’s you, just you, filling my head.” You reach out to caress his cheek. “It’s just you. I love you, Bucky. I’m sorry I’m telling you like this, and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… But I need you to wake up  so I can tell you. I need you to hear it, I… I need you, Bucky.” Your tears start to fall without you even noticing. 

“I can’t lose you… I’m not ready… No one ever is, but I can’t…” Your voice breaks and you try to stifle a sob but fail miserably. “I can’t do this without you, Jamie... Just please wake up...” 

You wrap your arm around Bucky's, your other hand holding onto his like it's the only thing keeping him, and you, alive. Like you almost expect to hear the monitors flatlining if you were to let go. 

So you don't, you lay your head on his arm and allow yourself to break for the first time all week and your voice becomes a whisper. “Please…”

Day 8 

Somehow you managed to fall asleep, the first time you’ve slept in a week, still holding onto Bucky’s arm. 

When you wake up the next morning there’s a few moments where you forget everything that happened. You try to get up from the bed, but feel a weight on your stomach and when you look down you see Bucky’s arm holding onto you. 

Suddenly everything that happened in the past week comes rushing back and, at the same time, you realize you’re no longer in the medbay but instead you’re laying on the bed of yours and Bucky’s shared bedroom.

Confused as to how you ended up here and still a little sleepy, you look up with a frown to see Bucky already looking down at you with a goofy grin.

“Bucky!” You all but yell while throwing yourself at him, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. You hug him tightly as he chuckles at your more than enthusiastic reaction.

You feel his arms wrapping around you as he hugs you back. You want to look at him, but part of you is terrified that if you were to let go he'd disappear. You'd wake up and realize this was just a dream and Bucky is still unconscious.

“Doll,” That simple word, his deep voice was all you needed to confirm this is indeed real and he's awake “you're kind of crushing me here, sweetheart.” Bucky teases you playfully, but he doesn't mean it and you both know it. 

Even though you are clinging to him like a koala bear, it doesn't bother him in the slightest. He just wants you to look at him.

You reluctantly pull away from Bucky’s neck just enough to look into his eyes. He brings his hand up to stroke your cheek softly and you instinctively lean into his touch. 

You close your eyes for a second before they snap open again as you realize there’s something you need to tell him.

“I love you.” You take his face in your hands. “I love you so fucking much. And I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I ju-”

Bucky interrupts what he’s sure it’s gonna be a long rant that ends with you unnecessarily apologizing a bunch of times by placing his hands on yours on his face and squeezing them softly, bringing you back to the present.

“I know, doll.” he says simply and you frown a little.

Sure, you’ve both always known you had deep feelings for each other, but he seems pretty sure when you have never actually said the words.

Bucky can see the wheels turning in your head and, chuckling, he decides to solve the mystery for you. “I heard you. I could hear everything while I was unconscious.” 

“You could?” you ask, blushing a little now that you know he heard you breaking down. You’re glad he now knows the depth of your feelings for him, but it’s still a little embarrassing.

“I could,” he says with a smirk. “It's gonna make for a lot of interesting conversations with the team.”

You can’t help but laugh, you’re not sure what the rest of the team talked to him about, but if they were all as emotional as you then Bucky’s gonna have a field day discussing all of that with equally embarrassed Avengers.

Suddenly, Bucky brings your face down to his and kisses you. You make no attempt to resist and actually whine a little when he pulls away, which makes him chuckle at your antics.

“I love you too, baby.” He says softly while stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re everything to me. My best friend, the love of my life, my very reason to live.”

You feel your tears starting to gather again but, even if this time they’re of joy, you still don’t let them fall.

Before you can say anything though, the door of our room slams open and you can barely understand what’s happening before Steve, Wanda, Peter, Natasha, Sam and Tony throw themselves on the bed, crushing you while they all yell at the same time, the chorus of joy being along the lines of ‘Bucky’s alive’.

Bucky’s arms around you tighten while he tries to protect you from the team’s attack as best as he can while the two of you laugh at your friend’s antics.

You may have had the worst week of your life, but it’s over now. And while you’re looking forward to having some time alone with Bucky, right now you’re happy to be squished under a pile of shouting Avengers.

This just feels right. As weird as your life, and your family is, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

#bucky barnes #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x you #sam wilson #steve rogers #tony stark #peter parker #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #avengers x platonic!reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes oneshot #marvel fanfiction #literaryavenger's request

[lvlyghost]

Heyyy 🤗🤗 I just discovered your blog but after binge reading almost all your writings I just have to request something cause I love your writing style so much

How bout a ghost x reader where he has a nightmare about losing the reader could be angst to fluff to smut

Midnight Rain

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Bad dreams were not strange to Simon, but ever since you came into his life there's one thing he feared the most: losing you.

Word Count: 1.0k

Tw: smut! But nothing too explicit. self-doubt, angst, comfort. Poorly edited. you know the drill.

A/N:I'm so sorry this took so long to get out but life happened 🥲 I wish it was longer and far better i hope you like it.💛🩵 also since i got two similar requests decided to make one for both🥰✨

Masterlist✨

He doesn't scream when he jolts awake from his bed. It's always like that. The dreams. The nightmares. Simon was cursed, tragedies seemed to plague his life on a daily basis that's why he was so adamant about letting you in at first.

Slipping off the bed he fights the way his heart is racing nearly beating out of his chest. The clock marks the time.

5:31 A.M

The sky is gray outside the soft morning rain tapping against the window reminds him that he's supposed to be at Price's office by six.

Yet his mind is purely set on you. On that horrific imagery of his nightmare. He knew that the possibilities of it happening were high, and it didn't help to stop his growing anxiety. To think of someone so small and fragile, dead and without possibilities... fucking hell he knew you were capable of many things. He knew about your strength, resilience. Yet he had a strong sense of protection when it came to you. Death was something he couldn't keep you safe from, thought he'd die trying. Simon would happily trade your life for his if it were in his power.

'Just let it be me not her. Never her.'

Needless to say he didn't get any proper rest. He was thankful for the mask and face paint covering his face, otherwise anyone could see the tiredness in his features.

But you knew better.

You always knew better.

Always seeing through him.

You're laughing at something Johnny's saying, he couldn't attend training this morning so he hadn't had the time to talk to you. And then the sight of you getting shot appears in the back of his mind agains, your body falling limply to the ground next to him.

Dead.

On his watch.

He shifts his weight from one foot to another, swallowing down the lump in his throat.

All the bloody morning his head has been spinning. Unable to get a grip on reality, Simon forces himself to turn away.

You watch from the other side, smile faltering. Why hadn't he joined you? You were about to wave at him. Maybe he didn't want Johnny to be there... Simon was a private man and he wanted to keep a low profile regarding your relationship so you decide to follow him, saying a quick good-bye to your teammate and trotting after Simon.

The door to his office is closed, knocking twice then waiting a second and you knock again.

He doesn't respond to you but you open the door nonetheless. You poke your head enough for him to see you.

"Hey..." you greet him with a warm smile. Simon breathes deeply. "Didn't come to say hello today." You point out, closing the door behind you. He looks down where he's signing a stack of papers.

"Didn't want to interrupt." He gruffly answers.

"Come on..." you reply. "It was just Johnny and I... everything alright?" You question him. The grip on his pen is painfully hard to the point his knuckles turn white.

"Jus' busy, that's all."

Something's not right. You take a deep breathe and walk towards him until you're standing next to his chair. Simon doesn't look up nor acknowledges your presence.

"Simon..." you try again.

Suddenly in a swift movement he's standing up, grabbing you by the arm and leading the two of you out of the office and to his room. You don't say anything you just let him guide you. Whatever it was you'd work it out. He locks the door once you're both inside, his big calloused hands grabbing you by your cheeks. His eyes are frantic, bouncing from your lips and back to your orbs. As if trying to remember the sight of you before him, the sight of you in his room.

"Talk to me. Please...." it's a soft plea. You know him, you recognize the sadness in his honeyed eyes. You know despair when you see it.

"I can't lose you." His voice shakes, as does he. His hands are trembling, buzzing with worry.

"You're not gonna lose me, Simon..." your own hands, much smaller than his come to rest above them. "I'm right here." A brief moment of silence passes by, until he releases a shaky breath, he retreats enough to slip the fabric of his mask off. It was getting hard to breathe for him. "Come with me... please."

You drag him to the bed, motioning for him to sit down you help him unlace his boots then you do the same with yours.

He lays back as do you, Simon brings you closer to his body wrapping one arm around you. Hand tracing soft circles on his chest, hearing the rhythmic beat of his heart underneath you.

"You were dead." He begins. "Right in front of me and I couldn't stop it," your motions stop. Brows knitting together. "I...-" he trails off. "I'm nothing if I can't keep you safe."

"Simon don't ever say that again." You scold him. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes. "Don't you dare think such things."

Standing you're quick to straddle his lap, strong arms hold you close to his body. You slam your lips to his, Simon welcomes the warmth of your mouth against him. Your hands caress the back of his head, fingers threading through his blond locks. He hardens under your body and murmur something into your ear. Something that sends you over the edge. Soon, your pants are discarded on the white floor, he lets you ride him, merely looking at your eyes never leaving your face. If he could capture this moment he'd do it. He'll save it for the rest of his life. Treasure it. Wrapping your arms around his shoulder you kiss him hard. You're so close your mind is in a haze, and when he grits his teeth you know he's close too. The pure adoration in his eyes is enough. There'll never be anyone after him.

"You're stuck with me."

His lips curve into a barely-there-smile.

"Yeah..." he gasped. "Jus' keep looking at me, love. And stay with me."

As if you could ever say no to him.

#cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw22 #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod simon riley #cod simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #mw2 ghost #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Always have but never hold

First chapter / Next chapter

a/n thank you for the love on the first chapter! Just ahhhh.... thank you!😭🥺✨

warning: mention of a hospital, injuries, panic attacks, just angst.

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The truth was - Carmy didn't even stop for a moment. His hand was clutching the towel you threw at him. The doors slammed, and he didn't even flinch. Only turning to the rest of the staff to shout orders. He threw the towel in the bin carelessly. Not giving it a second thought. It was only when he was scrubbing the floor that his gaze landed on the bloody cloth there. And it's like only then did his brain click. You ran off bleeding. You were bleeding here. Did he take your hand? Had he taken it? Marcus and Ebra were arguing in the background. Carmy's brain couldn't follow the sound. Why hadn't he gone to check his phone all day? What if you called? What if something happened to you on the walk home? Were you even coming home? The last thought made bile rise in Carmy's throat. All of the words he had said to you crumbled back on him. "Fuck", he shouted, his hands making contact with the cold tiles as he scrambled to get up.

He ignored the "what the fucks" in return as he nearly knocked Marcus over on his way and the concerned "chef", that lingered from Sydney's lips. Carmy frantically tapped his pockets; his phone wasn't there. He needed his phone. Needed to hear your voice. Needed to know that everything was okay. The office table was full of papers. Carmy quickly started pushing everything around. "Were the fuck...", he muttered, pulling and pushing. His chest started to feel heavy. Tight. Uncomfortable. His fist came to rub the left side of his chest. Why didn't he sign for you back then? Why didn't he... His fingers came into contact with the hard object, and Carmy nearly sank to the floor.

There were no missed calls. No calls from you. A couple of emails reminded him that the payment needed to be made. His heart dropped because now the thought of you not coming back at all sank in. No, he would make it better somehow. You would be there. You were not leaving him. The sound of the ringtone filled his ears. Carmy jerked his head to the side. "No, no, no", he muttered, snatching the jacket from the chair, fingers moving through the pockets. Here it was. Your phone. Here in the restaurant. Not with you. Carmy's throat tightens once more. He patted the side pocket, and the key jiggled there. "Fuck", he cursed under his breath. It's been more than six hours since you left. No phone. No keys. Where were you?

And then it hits him some more that the jacket he was holding wasn't the one he had pulled over this morning. You must have put it on. His jacket. Carmy brought it closer to his nose. The sweet smell of vanilla and spices filled his nose. He loved it when you wore his clothes. Not only because they looked way better on you. Not because there was a sense of pride that you had chosen to wear something of his. No, mostly Carmy loved catching your essence there. The hint of you would linger with him throughout the day. Keep him grounded if he can't be with you.

Carmy quickly reached for his stuff before he leaped out of the office. "Close it without me", he barked, pushing past Richie. They'll sort this out without him. As long as they closed and locked the doors on their way out, it would do. "Hell no! Why are we scrubbing the floors like cinderellas", Ritchie reached for Carmen's hand, making him halt in his steps. "Finish your fucking job", Ritchie ordered, shoving the brush into Carmy's chest. His eyes were set on fire. "My girl is out there somewhere in the street alone", Carmy said, throwing the brush back at him. Ritchie only chuckled bitterly, "If you still even have a girl. It's been, what, eight hours". Carmy thought about leaping at him and throwing a punch or two. His face twitched, hands gripping your jacket so tight, "Fucking hate you. Fucking hate you!", he spat Richie's way.

Carmy felt like a lucky asshole from the moment you walked into his life. Constantly telling himself that you were going to leave him eventually. Who would stick around for someone like him? The options all around were ten times better. But you stayed, and every day of him getting to hold you only made Carmy's anxiety about losing you bigger.

He had hidden the darkest parts of himself for so long. Always too weak. Always too slow. Never good enough. Never even reaching the distance to get what he wanted. But you saw all past that. Every night, he would come back to that small apartment in New York. Heavily filled with plants because you liked it, and Carmy liked everything that you liked. And he instantly felt like he could breathe again. The image of you sitting there, legs crossed, his shirt all baggy on your body, a brush behind your ear. That alone chased the bad day away. Making his bones lighter.

And then, "I'm so proud of you, Carm," followed by, "You know that right? You're amazing. I gush over you to everyone I meet", you would giggle, and Carmy's heart would swell because you cared. No matter what he did. You always cared about it all. A fucking haven in this fucked-up world. He hid you from his family. Carmy saw Sugar breaking and crumbling inside during every family gathering. It clawed at all of them, but seeing her eyes gloss over with tears. He started to see you like that. There among all the shouting. You have to listen to all of them. So he couldn't. Did not allow himself to bring you into such a broken place.

You. You. Carmy's body had become addicted to your presence. He had no idea how he had managed to not go insane in that quiet, lifeless apartment before you moved in. He remembers how fucking angry he was when the landlord told him that he was going to share the place with another person. That he could leave and pay twice as much or just suck it up and live with a roommate. And Carmy was ready to do anything it took to get the person to move out, but the moment you stepped through the door, Carmy knew that you were going to change his world forever.

Now he felt like a lost kid, searching the streets leading to your shared apartment. Carmen didn't let himself think about visiting the hospital or the police station. Even if the neighborhood was sketchy. You could have been snatched from the back alley. No one would find you. No one will even know where to start looking. Carmy bet over, gagging a couple of times when the fear inside him reached its peak. No, he will find you by the apartment door. Cold and shivering, but safe. Maybe Nancy, your neighbor, was back home; you could have simply stayed there when you realized that you left your keys.

But you weren't by the door. And Nancy didn't open her door, no matter how much Carmy knocked on her door or how much he shouted. He was restless. Pacing the living room. His panic wavered. But it grew, that's for sure. Carmen yanked the bathroom mirror cabinet open, shuffling through the bottles of pills, knocking some of them over. Before popping a pill under his tongue. His heart was beating everywhere. It felt like every part of his body—every organ, every cell—had grown a heart of its own.

Then the sound from the entrance made him snatch his head to the side. Carmen nearly ran into the half-open bedroom door as he rushed back. There you were. Standing. Alive. Breathing. Your skin had a slight blueish tint, no doubt from the cold wind outside. "Where were you?", he breathed out, stepping closer to you, but you slipped past his arms. "Hey, I'm talking to you", Carmen twisted back, catching your upper arm in his. His tone was too loud and harsh, so he toned it back down slightly and asked, "Where were you?"

You pulled your arm out of his grip, just like you had done back in the restaurant. "Oh, now you care?", you bit back, turning away from him as you walked into the living room, reaching for the throw blanket. "What the fuck do you mean? Of course, I care ", Carmy said, arms raised in the air now with frustration. You shook your head. You didn't want to do this now. You were tired. Hungry and cold. Your head pounded as it was. "You went to the hospital?", Carmy's voice suddenly sounded small when his eyes darted to your hand. That was now properly bandaged, even around your wrist. You exhaled sharply, "Six stitches". There was no point in lying anyway. That shit hurt like an ass still. You tapped your jeans pocket, making sure that a couple of painkillers they gave you were still there.

"Did you Uber from there?", Carmy asked once more. The question was so stupid that you couldn't help but chuckle, "With what fucking money?" When you realized that you had nothing on you. You were already a block away from the restaurant. A smart choice would have been to go back, but you were too frustrated, too bitter, and too hurt to turn around. So you let the cold seep into you. Welcoming it even. "You walked?", Carmy's voice echoed again, and you pressed your fingers against your throbbing temples. "You've walked in the dark alone?", he asked as he stepped closer to you, now towering over your seated frame. "No, I fucking flew Carmen on a magical fucking horse who shits rainbows", you stood up quickly, your voice just as loud as his now.

You let yourself stare at him. The dull color of his face The tired eyes, bags beneath them. The messy curls. He had pulled so hard on some of the pieces that they looked almost straight. The sweat was still clinging to his forehead. "I can't fucking do this", you muttered so quietly. It's almost as if you were unsure, but then again, the past hours of thinking left fresh bruises within your chest. "I can't do this anymore", you said quickly, trying to keep the shaky breath at bay.

"No, no, don't say that", Carmy said, the panic coating his voice. You could tell that he wanted to reach for you, but he halted. Afraid you'll push him away once more. "What the fuck is this?", you motioned your finger between the two of you in circles, "This feels like a relationship to you." Carmen stayed silent, but you could see the way his fists trembled. The way the emotions were bubbling deep within. "I feel closer to the lady baking cinnamon rolls down the street than you", you admitted, turning your head to the side when the first tears fell down your cheeks.

"No, you're... we're... I love you", he muttered, trying to lean closer to you, but you raised your hands to stop him. "No, please", he pleaded. But you just shook your head, stepping aside. Walking past him once more. It all crumbled in front of Carmen. All the broken pieces he managed to juggle with your help came crashing down. He was losing you. Finally losing you. He lived to see the day when you walked out the door.

Carmy tried to breathe, but it was like there was no oxygen in the room. The sharp inhale felt more like a cry for help than anything else. Carmy's hand came over his heart as he pressed against the sharp paint there. You jerked back, the very first uneven breath already catching your attention. "Carmy", you call out, but there was no response. You watched him sink to the floor, and you're rushing to him instantly, "Carmen".

You kneel right in front of him, both palms taking hold of his face. "Bear, hey, hey, look at me". Guilt drenched your bones because this was all you did. You did this. You caused this.

"Please, I", Carmen crocked out, reaching to hold onto you. His lifeboat, his anchor. Yet his eyes were darting all over the place. "Hey, it's okay", you whispered, pushing some of the messy curls away from his face.

"Here", you pressed one of your hands to your chest right over your heart, "You feel that? Remember how we do it?", his eyes finally landed on you. He was close to fainting. The flustered blinking only proved that. "Try to match your breathing to that", you said softly, your fingers brushing over his palm soothingly.

"I'm so sorry", he choked out, bringing his arms to wrap around your back. You let him. Moving to quickly straddle his lap as you leaned into him, arms coming to wrap around Carmy's shoulders. His hand moved to run through your hair as he pressed you closer to his chest. "We're just both tired and frustrated", you muttered against his skin. "Don't leave me", Carmy begged, clenching fistfuls of your shirt in his hand, "Please, I would...", but you pulled away ever so slightly, resting your forehead against his. "We're not breaking up, bear. I'm here, and I'll be here. I love you". His breathing started to ease, but his grip on you didn't.

You let him stay like that for a bit. Let him ground himself. Let him hold you. Equally as desperate to be held and wrapped up in his arms. Your fingers ran over Carmy's tattoos, tracing the shapes as you listened to his heart slowly calm down. You knew that you wouldn't have been able to walk away. To just leave him. A cold shoulder, yes. Well, maybe. Because he was struggling. You knew most times it wasn't him speaking. Not to mention that the environment in the restaurant didn't help as well.

"Are you hungry?", you asked after a while. You were sure it was late at night by then. Carmy shook his head before asking, "You?", you shook your head as well. You probably wouldn't be able to keep anything down anyway. "But you need a shower", brushing your hands through his hair, you nuzzled your nose against his. "Are you suggesting that I smell?", Carmy kissed the tip of your nose before his eyes met yours. "I hate to break it to you, chef". Carmy shook his head, a light hint of a smile tugging At the corners of his mouth, "Heard".

You moved off his lap carefully, reaching an arm out to him to help him up. "You'll be here, right?", your heart broke that he was still triple-checking, but you couldn't blame him. There were close to no good things in his life. There was no one who wanted to keep him with all of his flaws. "I'm not going anywhere, promise", you say, cupping his cheek softly as you smile at him

Your heart feels heavy as you watch him go. Not moving until you hear the water running. You let out a deep sigh. The sting in your hand was only more sharp now, yet you still forced yourself to move. Still, made Carmy a sandwich just in case. Because you know he was shit at understanding his needs. And you doubt that he had truly eaten anything. You were filling up a cup of tea for him when you heard a phone ringing on the table. It was Carmy's, and the sound was drilling through your head. You reach to silence it; Ritchie's name bright and bold on the screen. You look at it for a minute. You wonder if there could be a chance that he... but you don't let yourself fall headfirst into wishful thinking. Turning the screen first onto the table, you turn away from it. Wanting nothing more but to sleep. Hoping that all your scrambled brain needed was sleep.

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Taglist: @nishinoyahhh @thewulf

#carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto imagine #the bear #the bear imagine #the bear x reader #the bear x you

[harrywavycurly]

My love for Eddie and his person is unmatched. I’m begging for a moment where she has to come save him from maybe a panic attack? Since she can feel his emotions?🥹

Hii lovey!! Awe I am so happy you like the series!! I will gladly give you a little thing about her coming to save him from a panic attack! I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things Eddie’s Wish here✨

TW: description of a panic attack

Eddie closes the fridge as he squeezes his eyes shut, this can’t be happening now, he had a decent day at work and just wanted to come home and have a bowl of cereal that’s all. He feels his chest tighten and all of a sudden it’s like he can’t breathe as he leans over and grips the edge of the counter with all his strength as he tries to calm himself down. He feels the room begin to spin and just as he’s about to land on his ass in the middle of his kitchen he feels a slight breeze blow through his hair and a pair of arms tightly wrap around his middle from behind.

“I’ve got you.” Your voice brings a sense of calmness through Eddie’s body as you slowly bring him to the ground so his back is pressed against your chest, your arms still wrapped around him as you lean against the fridge. “It’s okay.” Eddie can’t speak so you just place one of your hands over his chest as you take a deep breath. “Copy my breathing.” You instruct as you lightly tap his chest as you exhale. Eddie does his best to mimic your breathing as you just hold him and softly hum one of his favorite songs in his ear. “You’re okay Eddie.” It’s the way you say his name in that soft sweet voice of yours that helps his breathing become more even as he opens his eyes.

He looks down and he’d laugh if he wasn’t currently fighting off a panic attack because here you are holding him in the middle of his kitchen dressed in your pajamas, fluffy slippers and everything while he’s still dressed in his work clothes. You slowly unwrap your arms from around him so you can begin rubbing his shoulders making his head roll back and land on your shoulder as he lets out a deep breath as his eyes shut out of exhaustion. You smile as you feel his body relax under your touch.

“Better?” You ask as he shifts a bit so the back of his head is now fully resting on your shoulder, Eddie just lets out a hum of approval as you continue rubbing his shoulders. “You’re overworked.” You explain as you answer Eddie’s internal question of what caused this attack to happen out of no where. “You need rest.” Eddie just nods his head because he’s too tired to argue with you and you’re also right and he knows you know it.

“Nice slippers.” Is all he says before you feel his full weight on you letting you know he fell asleep, you just laugh as you snap your fingers on your left hand. Eddie shivers a bit at the breeze as all of a sudden the two of you are in his bed in the exact same position.

“Goodnight Eddie.” You whisperer in his ear as you slide out from underneath him so his head lands gently on his pillow. You look around to make sure nothing will disturb his sleep, you quickly turn off his alarm and drape his comforter over his sleeping body before turning off his light before you disappear back to where you were when you felt the sense that Eddie needed you.

#eddie Munson x imaginary friend #imaginary extras #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson au #modern!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie Munson x you fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie Munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson series #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: It’s always a time when uncle Ari comes around

⚠️: uncle!Ari (just as damaging as dad!Ari and regular Ari lol) mention of nightmares, pretty much all fluff💕

A/N🎤: Hey guys! Another Halloween themed fic but this time with a softer Ari😌. This will serve as atonement to myself (and others who might be affected) for daring to make my fave dark in my last post lol. Hope you guys like it!!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pics used as they were all found on Pinterest*

As expected, four year old Grace had been attached to Ari since the moment you both arrived to babysit for the night. You wouldn’t say you were upset seeing that he was her uncle and that they’ve talked nearly every day since she could babble, but there was still a little sting every time you were greeted with a quiet “hi” or short wave before she was gone and you long forgotten.

Like now as they dug through their shared pumpkin emptying it’s stringy contents while you were in charge of decorating the sugar cookies waiting on the cooling rack.

“S’cold!,” she squealed dumping out her handful of pumpkin guts.

“Be careful of the seeds, you swallow one and a huge pumpkin’s gonna grow in your belly,” Ari warned to which little Grace quickly shook her head.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh!”

“No uncle Ari, we can eat. See?” Before either of you can say anything, she’s quick to set one on her tongue happily chewing until she can swallow it down rubbing her belly. “I’m fine.”

“I guess you showed me huh,” he chuckles tapping her nose and leaving some juice from his finger on her skin successfully turning it light orange. Grace is quick to retaliate though rubbing her hands on his cheeks to leave behind tiny pieces of string as she giggles - and you do too from the other side of the kitchen.

Honestly you couldn’t blame her for picking Ari over you as her favorite. You’d choose him too if you had to pick between the two of you.

“Alright, it’s pretty much cleaned out now. You want scary or funny?,” he asks watching as she adorably tapped her tiny finger to her temple in thought.

“Hmm…funny!”

“Got it,” he nods. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and help your aunt with cookies?”

“I got everything we could ever want Grace,” you smile reaching in your grocery bag full of decorating goodies. “There’s sprinkles - three different shapes I might add - glitter, edible stickers, and stencils to help us draw shapes!”

The way she gazed at the sprinkles with her mouth in a little “o”, you think you’ve got her. Finally able to bond with her over a shared love of cookies like you were in one of those Hallmark movies. Like a little happy family.

“Um..wanna stay with uncle Ari.”

Well, so much for that.

“Oh okay,” you answer successfully hiding your hurt behind your nonchalance. Ari still notices though giving you a sympathetic smile and mouthing, “sorry.”

You appreciated him trying, but maybe you were just meant to be the fun uncle’s wife that barely got a hello. And who tends to go overboard with cookie decorating supplies.

•

“Alright ladies are we ready?,” Ari asks sitting on the navy blue sectional between you and a bouncy Grace nodding yes. During your spaghetti dinner - made by Ari since apparently his was the best although he used your recipe - he suggested that you all watch a movie afterwards.

Specifically, Gremlins.

His thought process being what better way for everyone - more so you and Grace - to spend time together than to watch a movie? Especially a spooky one seeing that it was the night before Halloween. You, on the other hand, had a few concerns on his niece potentially being scared of the little troublesome creatures.

“She’ll be fine. It’s not that scary,” he assured kissing your cheek.

Freshly bathed and in her appropriately themed pumpkin pajamas, Grace couldn’t wait holding on tight to her Mickey Mouse blanket as she watched her uncle press play.

“Share with me!,” she smiles just as Ari spreads the bigger, cream blanket over both yours and his lap.

“I’m not gonna fit though bug.”

“Uh huh! Watch,” she states crawling into his lap and neatly spreading the grey blanket over her legs and his thighs. You - again - casted off to the side with your blanket as she tilts her head back to look up at him. “We fit!”

“Y-Yea, looks like we do.” He gives you another sympathetic smile draping his arm around your shoulders while you bundle deeper under the blanket.

“I’d rather be by myself anyway. Little does she know her uncle is a blanket hog,” you think trying to make yourself feel better.

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Ari appeared to be right on Grace not being scared. She even fell asleep towards the end with her upper half on the cushion next to them and lower half still on his lap; mouth wide open pointed towards the ceiling. Ari was the one to tuck her in bed, while you cleaned up the blankets and plates of cookie crumbs left in the living room.

You were the last to enter the shared guest room to finally get ready for bed yourself. Your love struck husband taking turns gazing at you and the last period of some hockey game as you strode back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom. A small, dopey smile on his lips watching you wash your face and apply all your products.

“Share with me?,” he pouts with those puppy eyes making you giggle while sliding into the full sized bed.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “I feel like Grace is gonna somehow come in saying how she wants you to sleep in her room instead because that’s where you’re supposed to be.”

Yes probably a little petty, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

His tattooed arms bring you closer into his body pecking the top of your head as you settle between his pecs. A low “aw” vibrating in his chest while his hands rub along your back.

“I know I probably sound jealous, but I’m not. I love how you have a great relationship with your niece! But it’s like she hates me and I have no idea what I did.”

He knew that had always been a bit of a fear for you. Kids hating you for whatever reason, thus meaning you shouldn’t have them although you did desire to be a mother one day. It’s why you were nervous meeting Grace all those years ago, afraid that the smallest mess up would ruin everything.

It didn’t help that the minute Ari passed her to you, she began whining and squirming. Your coos of comfort and gentle rocks didn’t seem to help, only making her more agitated not getting what she wanted. She didn’t stop until she was back in Ari’s strong arms and you kept your distance the rest of the visit cautious of a repeat interaction.

If only he could get you to ignore that fear and really see how everyone you met - adults and children alike - had no issues with you. Some even left enchanted by the charisma you thought you lacked.

“I promise, she doesn’t hate you gorgeous.”

“She said so?,” you quietly ask lifting your head with a hint of hope.

“Well…no. But she didn’t say the opposite either.” He tried to soothe your qualms, but it’s not helping the way he hoped watching your head fall back to his chest with a light huff. “Trust me sweetheart. I guess she’s just attached to me because-,”

“You’re amazing and clearly the favorite,” you mumble making him chuckle.

“I was gonna say because I talk to her more, but I’ll take the compliment.”

It’s not long after that you’re both falling asleep lulled by the shared warmth from holding each other. Ari’s soft snores vibrating the side of your face still lying on his chest.

You think you’re dreaming when a mix of a whine and cry hits your ears disrupting your rest and making you groggily sit up. Hearing feet shuffling outside your door though confirms those sounds are in fact real, giving you more motivation to investigate.

Your husband’s too far gone in his own dreamland to be affected by your moving; still lightly snoring with an arm over his forehead and the other out by his side.

Quietly opening the door, you wrap your arms around yourself in your thin pajama set feeling the chill of the night air seeping into your sister in law’s house before carefully padding out to the living room. There, you notice something on the couch moving under the blanket you folded earlier causing you to freeze in place. It was then you realized you probably should’ve woken Ari up so he could be the one playing detective or at least grabbed something you could use to defend yourself.

“H-Hello?,” you call out to the dim space only lit by a couple plug in nightlights in the walls.

“Hi,” Grace’s soft voice responds with a short sniffle.

You also realize how you’re sleepy brain might not be fully thinking straight unable to conclude earlier how it could just be your own niece sitting there on the couch.

Stepping closer, you sit on the cushion next to hers peeling back the cotton throw until you see her splotchy face and red eyes. Water attached to her curled lashes and some still threatening to spill over. “What’s wrong?”

“Bad dream…gwemlins,” she answers using the blanket to wipe her eyes. You immediately hug her close as you coo and assure her everything’s okay.

And surprisingly, she hugs you back.

Her tiny arms wrap tight around you - well, as far as they could with her adorably short reach - almost refusing to let you go.

“Yea, when they get angry they can be scary huh?”

She nods. “And have very very sharp teeth.”

“They do, but luckily they’re not real so there’s nothing-,”

A crash from the back room startles both of you making Grace scream, with the six year old nearly choking you now having her arms around your neck.

“It’s them!,” she cries hiding her face in your shoulder just as Ari limps into the living room holding his knee and appearing half asleep.

“Damn dresser,” he grumbles wiping his eyes that quickly fill with concern seeing both of you on the couch and his niece upset. “What’s wrong?”

“Grace had a nightmare about Gremlins,” you answer pointedly glaring at him as if saying, “I told you so!”

The slight wince on his face isn’t just from an uncomfortable knee as he walks forward to perch on the coffee table. “I’m sorry bug. I didn’t mean to show that to you to scare you.”

“Not nice uncle Ari,” she mumbles still attached to you.

“Forgive me?,” he pouts holding his arms out for a hug. “Peas?”

Wiping her eyes one last time, a small smile begins to spread on her lips as she moves from you to Ari. A fit of giggles rapidly escaping her mouth as his larger body practically swallows hers in a bear hug and he attacks her cheeks with kisses. A dramatic “mwah” sounding every time he made contact causing you to giggle as well.

And fantasize the undoubtedly joyful future you’d both have with your own children.

“Don’t do it again!,” she chastises when he stops. Wagging her finger inches from his nose making him chuckle. She was definitely her mother’s child.

“I promise I won’t.”

“Alright guys,” you sigh, “Since it’s gonna be a bit difficult to go back to sleep, I say we watch something happy.”

“Not Gwemlins!”

“No definitely not,” you chuckle. “I was thinking..Aladdin.”

“Yay! I love Aladdin!,” she claps in Ari’s arms as he picks her up so they both can sit on the couch. To both of your surprise, Grace crawls from her uncle’s lap and squeezes between you and Ari. “You like too?”

“Mhm, I even went as Princess Jasmine for Halloween when I was little.” You have to admit, seeing that gleam of admiration in her eyes as she gazed up at you made you silently thank Ari for showing her that movie. It was the reason behind this bonding moment that you didn’t think would happen.

As the movie played, you and Grace talked about the scenes and of course sung along to your heart’s content not caring if you were off key. All the while Ari watched you both with a soft smile on his pink lips loving how fast of friends you’d become.

And when you both fell asleep - you leaning on his shoulder and her across your lap - he couldn’t help but sneakily take a picture with his phone. Sending it to you with a message saying “looks like you’re amazing and a clear favorite too😉”.

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[bagopucks]

J. Hughes - And I, You

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Jack Hughes x Reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 1k

Warning(s): Tooth rotting fluff!

Song referenced in the fic is “Butterflies” by Kacey Musgraves! Two fics in one night bc I feel bad leaving ya’ll without content for so long.

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My feet stepped one over the other, a turn here, a sway there. My loose skirt flowed with my movements. I reached for my wine glass, took a sip, set it back down.

There’s nothing better than the moments where one can romanticize life. Where everything is so perfect, you just have to laugh to yourself and shed a few happy tears.

A soft orange glow lit up the kitchen, where I was baking cookies. There wasn’t a single light on, but I had the window over the sink open. The scent of warm summer rain wafted through the kitchen along with roasting chocolate and vanilla. And cologne.

The song on my phone drifted into the background as I turned to peek at the boy in the doorway.

“Keep dancing.” His soft encouragement brought a smile to my lips. Those euphoric tears welling up in my eyes once again.

“C’mere, Angel.” I called softly, holding my hand out. Jack swiftly met me in the middle of the floor. I loved the way the orange glow lit up his blue eyes. Our two hands slid together while the other two held hips.

“I’m really happy right now.” I admitted, my heart full, and my emotions spilling over. We swayed back and forth before Jack spun me, pulling me back into his chest. His arms wrapped around my stomach and his chin came to rest on my shoulder. I rested my hands on top of his own.

“I’m glad you could come this summer.” Jack whispered before he pressed a kiss to my neck. It caused my stomach to do flips. I tapped his hands to indicate my movement. Jack lifted his head just as I turned in his arms, to face him once again.

“You’re all I wanted this summer.” I admitted, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Jack waltzed me over to the counter before he lifted me up, quiet laughter falling from our lips as I got situated on the edge of the surface. The cool stone chilled my exposed thighs.

“You’re all I want for the rest of my life.” The middle Hughes brother moved his hands down to my thighs before he reached for my left hand. I smiled as our eyes trailed down to the ring on my finger. A dainty gold band holding a pear shaped diamond resided there. The symbol of a promise Jack made to me just days ago.

I looked back up at Jack, admiring the wonder in his eyes while I reached out with my right hand to adjust his long brown hair, pushing it back behind his ear.

“What kind of wedding do you want?” Jack and I have had this conversation a million times, but he loves to hear my fantasy. Like a good bedtime story.

“Silver and gold.” I whispered, like it was a juicy secret. “In a beautiful decorated barn.. during Christmas.” Jack rested his elbows on my legs and placed his chin onto his fist as he listened. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“Can we have chocolate cake?”

“We can have any kind of cake you want, baby.” I reached out to carefully wrap my hands around his forearms.

“Go on.” Jack pleaded.

“I want holly. I want it spread around the tables, on all of the white tablecloths. And beautiful lit candles in engraved glasses.”

Jack and I had discussed it so many times, that one would think we didn’t even need a planning period for our wedding day.

“And I’m gonna ask Ellen and my mom to make a few dishes. Maybe some desserts.”

“My mom makes good sugar cookies.”

I smiled and sighed out a laugh. “I know, baby.”

“Keep going.”

I moved my hands from his forearms to gently nudge his elbows. Jack lifted his weight from my legs. He picked up his head and rested his hands on the edge of the counter.

“The best champagne, and a few wine options.“

“We’ll have to find a bar tender.” Jack chimed in. Always helpful when it came to this dream wedding he’d fallen in love with.

“Yes.” I agreed. “And our first dance?” I reminded him of the next step. We hadn’t picked a song yet.

“This one.” Jack spoke softly as he peeked around the room for my phone.

“Kacey Musgraves?” I giggled. I wasn’t opposed to the idea.

“I like it. I wanna dance with you to this song when we get married. Like we danced in here.” I always admired how soft spoken and emotional Jack could be given the right timing.

“You’ve got a deal, Angel.” I leaned forward, my hand reaching up to rest just beneath his chin, guiding his head forward into a loving and chaste kiss.

We pulled apart mere inches, eyes searching one another’s souls. Finding nothing but love in the purest form.

Sometimes I still marveled at the idea that this was the kid I grew up across the street from. The one who ran out into the road without looking both ways. The one who tried to fist fight his older brother over everything until he was seven.

The one I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

“Shit.” I whispered as tears welled up in my eyes. I leaned back to wipe them away.

“Are you okay?” Jack reached up to pull my hands from my face. He held onto them securely but also gently.

“I’m just- feeling a lot right now.” I sniffled.

“Good things?”

“Oh, Jack.” I cooed. “So many good things.”

I leaned forward and threw my arms over his shoulders. Jack lifted me off the counter, arms around my waist as my feet landed atop his own. Just tall enough to kiss him without having to lean upwards.

“I’m infatuated with you.” Jack whispered playfully, his eyes struggling to find a place to focus between my own eyes and my lips.

“And I, you.”

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[notelcol]

A rivals desire 🌹

Non gender specific rival/lover✨

A little story inspired by the Wanderers ‘about us: rivals’ voiceline. In this story, reader is studying in Vahamuna with the Wanderer and is his only true academic rival. You and he are the only ones able to really challenge each others work. It will, of course, be set in Sumeru post it’s archon quest.

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

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“So, you're still stewing over our run-ins from before? Huh. Well, what are you going to do about it? Take your time. I'm in no hurry.” The Wanderer scowled at you, referring to the time you helped thwart his plans to become a god.

“For the last time. No!” Your voice became faster and louder as you continued. “Unlike you, I can let things go!” You glared at him.

“If you aren’t out for revenge, then why would you rebuke my paper?!” He leaned closer as he waved your latest paper around. “Why else would you make a point of disputing every paper I submit?” His voice became quiet, full of venom with a touch of vulnerability.

“I rebuked your paper because it was short sighted. Same as all the others.” You told him. “Your takes on history and society are factually correct and full of potential, yes. But, you always fail to see the true story.” You say, slightly distracted by how close you stood to him. “You miss out the heart of everything by only focusing on the tangible parts. True insight comes from mixing the facts with the feelings that follow in their wake.” You explained, eyes flicking to the ground as you finished talking and realised how long you’d been maintaining eye contact.

When he didn’t reply, you returned his gaze again. He seemed to be lost in his mind, you could almost see the churning of waves behind his blue eyes.

“So you’re telling me, that to reach academic greatness I must tap into my emotions to find the heart of things?” He asked incredulously before scoffing. “You realise I don’t have a heart right?” He folded his arms and raised a brow as he spoke. His words made you chuckle.

“The heart just pumps blood around a body. The brain is where all thoughts and feelings lie….surely you have one of those don’t you?” You smirked.

“Yes. Very funny.” He deadpanned. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, if we’re done here?” You gestured to the path you were on your way down before he interrupted your journey.

“Wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you began to turn away. “If you think you know so much, then show me. Show me how to achieve ‘true insight’.”

You deliberated his request for no where near long enough, given the task it would be to get this man to view society in a sympathetic way.

“Fine. Lesson one. Tell me one emotion you are familiar with feeling.” You looked expectantly, assuming he would give you an immediate answer. After mulling it over he opened his mouth..and then closed it again, before finally speaking.

“Desire.”

“Good! That’s good, you can tap into that. Think of something you want and go after it. Study that feeling. Then when you succeed, focus on how you feel when you get whatever it is you want and it will lead you to another emotion to study.“

“This is ridiculous. Talking about feelings to better writing, how warped.” He grumbled.

“You sound like Azar.” You shook your head at him, remembering the former grand sage.

“Don’t compare me to that old fool!” Offence tainted the Wanderer’s words. “I am nothing like that failure. I am better.” His breath fanned your face as he argued with you.

“Then stop acting like him and prove it! I wouldn’t ‘make a point’ of challenging you all the time if I didn’t believe you could be brilliant.” You exclaimed. His eyes darted around your face as he seemed to freeze. You watched him wade through his mind, slowly you could see his soul becoming clearer in the distance. You had lost yourself in his eyes and possibly would have stayed that way for eternity if he hadn’t grabbed your cheeks, shocking you back to reality. He almost looked as confused as you, before pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes widened as the space between you closed, but when his fingers started stroking your cheek as he kissed you, you couldn’t help but melt. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and you let yourself fall into the kiss. You swore you could feel him smile right before he pulled away.

“Peace.” He spoke as he rested his forehead on yours. “The fruition of my desire leads to peace.”

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Thank you for reading 🌹

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[moumouton4]

Can you do first time with orochimaru?

First Time || Orochimaru x fem!reader

A/n : Hi hi hi ! 2 requests written in 2 days ! 😍 Thanl you for this so much ! Lately I've been struggling to write a piece in 1 day but I'm getting back on tracks baby oh ayyyyy 😎

A/n 2 : Next I have 2 requests on my other account for those who knows. And then I'll be back with a Demon Slayer hc 😍✨

Warnings : first time, boner, penetrative sex, slight jerking, kinda rough sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 963

He always thought he was above those kinds of activities. He often looked them down, thinking it was only a flaw that the most animalistic of human beings were trapped with

But then he met you… and everything changed

He started to feel impossibly hot inside. He then learned that in those moment when he wanted to embrace you tightly he was feeling something unknown, love

He couldn’t help but be drawn to you when you were in the same room

He who was usually restless found himself more than once, there in his bed or in a couch doing nothing but cuddling

And it felt even better than reborn in a new body

But then when he thought he had discovered everything about this new feeling, he felt yet again something he didn’t conceive he could feel

It felt like a strong urge. An urge to be close to you more than he ever had been with you before. An urge to mate. An urge to be one with you, body and soul

One problem though… how to even approach you with this new desire of his ?

Would you find it inappropriate, uncalled for… or maybe too soon ?

He couldn’t even believe that HE was tiring himself to find a way to approach the subject with you

But little did he know that you too were feeling this strong pull towards him

Finally it happened naturally. You guys were cuddling in the couch like usual and he pulled you flush against him

He felt his body throb. It was it. He needed you now

“Y-Y/n ? I want-” he said, he sounded so unsure. Besides the fact that he called you directly by your name showed just his increasing need

“Orochimaru” you were breathless when you felt his bulge press against you “I want you too”

And it was all he needed to crash his lips on your. His arms circled you waits and you stumbled across the hideout - hopefully you were in his private areas, just imagine stumble on somebody in this state lmao - making his way to his bedroom

Both your hands working intensely and meticulously on pelling the clothes from each others body

But once he was here, on top of you, his body only mere inches away he froze. His thoughts were racing in his mind

Should he take a condom ? Could he hurt you ? So that’s what a pussy looks like…

The more the time passed the more he felt his urge growing. His body is tingly at places he didn’t know could tingle

As his desperate gaze locked onto your loving one he took a deep breath. You took his hand and helped him come back to Earth

You reached in the drawer and took a condom - that you bought yourself thinking that one day he would eventually let go of his inhibitions - and gave it to him

He struggled slightly to open it with how shaky his hands were, but he eventually managed to put it on. It felt weird ( I mean it should the first time right ?!? )

He went back on top of you and started wonder how he was going to enter you

But before he could think further he felt your hand gently stroking his hard length, making it twitch. He blushed furiously as he let out a groan. Not at all used to this type of contact

You reassured his with your gentle touch and your words of understanding as you guided him towards your entrance

His breath was shaky as he gently entered your warmth, inch by inch carefully not to cause any harm or unnecessary pain

His grip on your hips was vicious and it was surely going to leave a bruise or two

“Mmph… you’re s-so tight… ugh” he managed to say as he slowly started to grind against you

State of arousal allowed him to increase his rhythm and find a steady one that he tried to keep up

Though once he was fully comfortable something switched inside him. His grip grew stronger. And you felt him pin you in a possessive way against the mattress

His thrusts started to get deeper as he slammed his hips harshly against yours

He didn’t know what was happening and you on the other side were too much in ecstasy to care

The room filled with the sound of your lovemaking and your moans and groans

On the verge of climaxing he felt like his body was on fire

He bent down, still fucking you, and nestled his head against your shoulder, where his teeth sank

He was trying to desperately not to scream or moan as he felt the pleasure increase and increase

Then he felt it, the knot in his stomach bursted and he came hard, his hips stuttered as he filled the condom

His hips continued to move slowly against yours and he emptied himself

He didn’t have any more strength in his arms as he fell over your shaking form

“Fuck” you breathed out as your hands clung to his hips

You felt his nuzzle against your neck and gently lick the bite he did on your shoulder

He felt like he was on a cloud right now “I’m sleepy”

Your heart swelled at how cute he sounded “Just close your eyes my Love. I’ll be there when you wake up”

“Uh uh” he said his voice impossibly soft “I love you”

As he basked in the afterglow of his first time he kept thinking on how could you made him feel

He was sure that if he wasn’t this tired he would have gone for a second round right away. Maybe next time then

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥗🌮 Again my requests are open 🥞🍳

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[slavic-roots-western-mind]

How to study productively: In the Library

#slavic roots western mind

As experience taught me and many people, the library is a fantastic place to study in, especially for those living in dorms with chaotic roommates.

Don't get me wrong, chaotic can be good, but not when you're trying to finish that math set, or that literature paper.

So where do we go? The library is a pretty safe choice, but how do you actually study productively there? Even the library isn't free from distractions, especially when crammed with like-minded people trying to find a place to study.

Whether it's the obnoxiously loud laptop key tapping, grating coffee slurping, frustrated sighs and the occasional sound of someone's head slamming against their books (pretty common actually, especially in the med library), the library can be full of distractions, even more so when it's quiet.

For some reason, the quieter the place, the louder the distraction.

Here's my guide to studying effectively in the library, regardless of whether you're alone or squished together with other people like a can of sardines.

Headphones, earbuds, airpods, earplugs - if it blocks noise, it's your bff

If you prefer listening to music whilst studying, whether it's swedish rock, white noise, classical piano or acid jazz - you're no stranger to blocking out noise, so continue confidently.

If you absolutely hate any type of noise and need 100% silence to focus, then still wear some type of earbuds or headphones. It might not remove the noise completely (or it might depending on the quality), but it's much better than being subjected to an entire plethora of sound.

2. Dress comfortably - save the cute fits for actual class.

"Dress comfortably" - one of the most vague statements I have ever heard of. Pjs? Sweatpants? Leggings? Whatever comfortable means to you, wear it.

Chances are you'll be in the library from morning until the evening during exam week, so comfy and loose trousers are the way to go.

3. Don't study with your friends unless it's a verbal exam or a group project.

Sit away from each other, preferably on different tables or even floors but always get together during breaks to have a quick catch-up.

Sitting together means that you'll end up distracting each other and turn a would-be productive study session into a chill hangout. It's important to make time for friends, but not when you're trying to study!

I made the mistake of trying to study with a friend in our uni library during my 1st year, and it ended up with use sending each other cat videos and silently cracking up for 2 hours before our next class. Fun, but not entirely productive.

4. Turn off your phone's wifi when studying.

Don't turn it off completely, because emergencies can happen and you may need to be available. Instead, turning off your wifi gets rid off most notifications, and if it's really that important then they can call you instead.

5. Decide in advance what you'll be studying, and bring the relevant material.

Trying to decide if you want to get started with your history paper or go over your spanish notes and whether you have the right notebook can waste quite a lot of time.

You can easily do that by using or creating a study planner to increase your study productivity, as instead of spending 15 minutes on sorting everything out and making a note in the back of your textbook that you studied this and that, you'll know exactly what to study.

6. Bring snacks and drinks - include enough water! leave the coffee alone!

You'll definitely want to have a proper lunch or dinner or a linner, depending on personal needs, but you don't want to get distracted when you're in the zone.

Here is where snacks and water come in handy. If possible, stick to healthier snacks, but if those aren't available eat whatever works best for you.

And please don't forget ✨water✨.

That headache that you usually get around, say 6ish when you're headed home? Coffee could be the likely culprit, especially if instead of water you've been chugging coffee and energy drinks like ehem, water.

I'm no doctor, but drinking your bodyweight in caffeinated drinks doesn't seem to be too healthy. I get that it's tempting (and i'm definitely guilty of drinking way too much coffe), but your health affects you and your studies. So take care, replace some of that coffee with water, and enjoy some better sleep.

7. Check the library hours.

Some library's are open 09.00-20.00, others have more specific hours, whereas quite a good few are open 24/7. If you're planning an all-nighter, then definitely check the library's working hours. You don't want to be forced to leave just when you've finally managed to get the hang of a particularly difficult concept, so plan accordingly.

8. Switch it up with your seat.

Don't just study at the same spot, try out different locations. Not only can you find the perfect spot, but you'll be more alert as your mind gets used to the new location.

#aesthetic #study tips #studyblr #light academia #dark academia #study aesthetic #studyinspo #slavic roots western mind #college #student life #student #study in china #travel blog #study blog #studyspo #study motivation #studying #exams #study space #china #langblr #study notes #college life #current mood #vibes #booklr

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera - Ch 22 - Assist

Ok, time to find out exactly how squished she got?

Last one of these for a bit as I have to put this story back in its box and focus on that worryingly skeletal secret Santa fic in my notes…

What went before

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She unthinkingly dived into the road to retrieve the precious device and clutched it to her chest in relief. A squeal of brakes had her looking round just in time to see the bus plough into her and erase her from existence.

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That’s probably what would have happened, Estera told herself, as she knelt down to retrieve the crushed phone from behind the front wheel of the bus. She’d done the right thing. She couldn’t have saved it. Even so, she couldn’t help kicking herself. The bus had so nearly stopped in time but then the driver had kindly rolled forwards a few metres to better line up the door with where Estera was standing.

So close and yet…

She dragged herself to her feet and apologised profusely to the driver as she fished around in her bag for a credit card to pay with. Her annual public transport pass was, of course, stored on the phone along with pretty much everything else. Ticket acquired, she threw herself into a seat and curled up, her legs braced against the back of the one in front. She rested her head on her knees and tried to regulate her breathing. This was silly, it was just a thing. An inanimate object. She didn’t get attached to Things.

It was just that this one kind of had her new friend inside it.

The screen was completely shattered, but somehow the phone didn’t appear to be entirely dead - the message was displaying and by tilting it from one side to another she managed to read around the spiderwebbed cracks:

Can confirm that particular meteorological anomaly is also present in London 😮☀️ Also, hi! I’m free for a few hours, did you want to grab that coffee?

A photo was attached but with no touch screen control she couldn’t scroll beyond the top edge to view it… she only had blue sky and a hint of chestnut hair to go on.

Estera methodically tapped on every inch of the screen trying to make something respond but achieved nothing more than embedding a small shard of glass in her fingertip. She hissed and tried to suck it out, dropping her legs down and ticking them under her own seat as someone slipped into the one in front. She couldn’t help but remember the feeling of seeing her message had been read but no reply forthcoming and was filled with dread at what he might interpret her silence to mean.

“No no no no no I can’t mess this up again.” She growled in frustration.

The person in front swivelled round to face her. “Are you ok, Miss?”

It was the labradoodle guy from the beach. She nearly laughed at the irony that it would be the same person she’d hysterically accused Scott of hiring to follow her. His eyes widened as he recognised her and he smiled broadly:

“Oh, hello again!”

She smiled weakly and gestured at her phone “Hi. Sorry, just having a bit of a moment”

“Wow, and I thought mine was a mess.” He showed her a scratched and battered but intact device then held it out towards her “Do you need to call someone? You’re welcome to borrow it.”

A lifeline! She gushed incoherent thanks then paused with her index finger over the call screen. She didn’t know his number, why hadn’t she memorised his number? Because she wasn’t some hapless teenager with a crush that’s why. Nobody does that. Argh.

But wait… she rummaged in her bag for her wallet, hoping against hope she hadn’t thrown it away… Yes! The pet shop loyalty card she’d scribbled the emergency contact number on the back of when Scott dictated it over the phone that night. She’d tucked it back in there after saving the number to her contacts. She’d only needed one more stamp to get 10% off her next shop and with the amount Bez ate… the number was a little smudged, but legible.

Alright here goes. She dialled the number and a surprisingly cheery, singsong voice answered after the first ring:

“Scott Tracy’s Personal Assistant direct line, how may I help you?”

Gosh she sounded young. Must be a recent school leaver. Estera briefly wondered how someone that junior could end up working for the Tracys.

“Hello, is that Dawn?”

“Good afternoon, Estera Hermaszewska, I am indeed Dawn, Scott Tracy’s Personal Assistant.”

“H-how did you know it was me? This isn’t my usual, err, phone?”

There was a slight pause.

“A limited number of people have access to this number. As Scott Tracy’s Personal Assistant I made an educated guess.”

“Oh, well, ah, ok that’s great. Um. So, hello Dawn, thank you for picking up the call. I wondered whether you could get a message to Scott for me?”

“Of course. What is the message you wish me, as Scott Tracy’s Personal Assistant, to relay?”

“Thank you Dawn, he sent me a message but my phone just got broken and so I can’t reply to it and so…”

Frantic xylophone music interrupted mid-sentence and continued for half a minute or so before:

“I have relayed your message.”

“Oh, I err, thank you but I hadn’t quite finished.”

“In my capacity as his Personal Assistant I can certainly relay a second message to Scott Tracy.”

Definitely something unusual going on here. She didn’t sound incredibly experienced. Perhaps a family member? Maybe the poor kid was just working to a clumsily phrased script? Well, either way, Estera wasn’t going to make the girl’s job any harder by asking questions. She tried to keep her message brief:

“Please would you say I’d love to have coffee - I have a… commitment booked for a couple of hours but maybe he could meet me there and we could find a cafe afterwards? The location is…” she gave the details of the clifftop viewpoint carpark where she’d be meeting the rest of the group.

There was a brief pause then the xylophone music returned. Estera looked up at doodle guy and mouthed an apology, he gave a double thumbs up in return.

“I have made further contact and Scott Tracy has asked me to tell you he will be at the location you suggested within 60 minutes. He appears happy at the prospect of the meeting. Would you like me to connect you to his personal comm? Alternatively there are many other Personal Assistant tasks I am amply trained to perform?”

“Oh, thank you, ah no I should probably give this kind person their phone back but I will see him then. Thank you very much Dawn, it was nice to talk to you.”

“I am glad to have spoken with you too, Estera Hermaszewska.”

Estera hung up and breathed a sigh of relief, handing back the phone with a grateful expression. “Thank you so much, you saved me from a bit of a situation there.”

He smiled uncertainly. “He must be someone pretty special?”

“Oh, gosh, no! I mean, yes. He’s fantastic but we’re not… it’s not err… he’s a friend. Just a… an old friend. Well, ‘just’ is the wrong word really. Isn’t everyone special in their own way though? All of us unique and all with our own, err, specialities.”

The guy seemed faintly confused by her incoherent rambling but grinned anyway and put out his hand “I don’t think we ever did the name swapping thing - I’m Dave.”

She hesitantly reached out to shake the offered hand but he suddenly gasped and leapt to his feet.

“That was my stop, sorry!”

And he was gone, hurrying down the aisle.

She shivered and then mentally slapped herself. She really had to stop assuming the worst of friendly people.

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John watched his brother’s face light up as he realised he had a message from the girl… from Estera. Scott smirked and without warning dragged John to his side for a self portrait shot in which John looked aghast and Scott was pulling the kind of deranged face they would more usually expect from Alan or Gordon. He chuckled and began drafting a message. For a few moments John could have spontaneously combusted and it was unlikely his big brother would have noticed.

He had to acknowledge that in all the… Concern… he’d experienced surrounding Scott’s interactions with his new friend, for all his tracking of comms activity, asking EOS to correlate that with his heart rate and sleep data… he hadn’t actually spotted the impact on his brother at all. It wasn’t merely non-negative. He seemed… younger all of a sudden. Lighter. This was what Virgil had seen? John felt an uncharacteristic pang of regret for the usual physical distance between himself and his brothers. It seemed despite his best efforts he was still missing things.

“Scott, surely you’re not sending that picture are you?”

His brother grinned and with a flourish flicked the send button with the back of his index finger.

John groaned “Why would you do that?”

“It’ll make her laugh. I like making her laugh.” The tiniest crease appeared between his brows and a brief flicker of something unreadable passed over his face. Again John found himself both curious and apprehensive about the circumstances in which the two of them had first encountered each other.

It was somewhat ironic that the same person whose reappearance in his life had caused all that pain and confusion should have become a positive influence so quickly. For all Scott’s adamant denial that he had the slightest romantic intention, he was clearly already quite fond of her. John desperately hoped whatever this was going to be, an uncomplicated friendship or… anything else, that it was going to work out. It had to, he thought with grim determination. His breath caught as a memory intruded - his brother collapsed against him on the bedroom floor, sobbing in agony as his fever-ravaged mind tore itself apart. John would never forget the gut wrenching sound of Scott’s grief. He tightened his jaw and glanced over at the same man, now quietly smiling to himself. The universe owed his big brother a break and John would do everything in his power to ensure he got it.

“We’d better head back to Tracy Two and get you down to the Westcountry then. I’ll pop in on Penny and you can let me know when to come and pick you up.”

“I don’t know if she’s free yet. Slow down, Johnny.”

The “don’t call me Johnny” was a reflex of course but John barely knew he was saying it, being too busy reeling from the two words that preceded it. Two words he wasn’t sure the speed demon next to him had ever uttered together before without the word DON’T in front of them.

John looked down at the messaging app displayed on his brother’s comm, the one attaching the awful photograph had been delivered and read so, surely soon…

Scott swiped it closed and drained the rest of his cup. There was a silence as he ran a finger around the edge of the lid almost meditatively then he appeared to shake himself and, in a sudden movement, crushed it and swivelled to face his brother.

“So how’s Penny doing anyway? We’ve not seen her for a while.”

“Hello Scott”

They both jumped as a hologram of a familiar ring of lights popped out of Scott’s comm between them. John recovered first:

“EOS, is there a situation?”

“Oh, hello John. I have been acting as Scott Tracy’s Personal Assistant and I believe I have performed exceptionally.”

John raised an eyebrow at Scott who looked faintly bemused.

“Well done EOS. What did you do, exactly?”

“I received a call from Estera Hermaszewska and recorded a message for you.”

Comprehension dawned in Scott’s eyes followed by a forehead wrinkle of anxiety. Estera’s voice suddenly emerged from his wrist.

“Thank you Dawn, he sent me a message but my phone just got broken and so I can’t reply to it and so…”

It cut off abruptly and EOS disappeared.

“EOS! Wait!” Scott clapped a hand to his forehead and John sighed:

“I knew this was a bad idea.”

“It was you who suggested it, John!”

“That may technically be true but short of you almost dying on live television I didn’t think she’d actually need to use it!”

“Now what?”

“I’ll try to raise EOS again, give me a second.”

Before John could raise his own comm. EOS reappeared and exclaimed excitedly:

“I have a second message for Scott Tracy from Estera Hermaszewska”

“EOS, wait, once you’ve played it would you stay with us so I can send a message back?”

“Of course, Scott.”

They could hear background chatter and then Estera clearing her throat awkwardly before

“Please would you say I’d love to have coffee - I have a… commitment booked for a couple of hours but maybe he could meet me there and we could find a cafe afterwards? The location is…”

John pulled up a map showing the highlighted postcode and Scott squinted at it then beamed

“Looks like about half an hour’s drive from Dunkeswell Airfield. Can you drop me there and I’ll pick up a hire car?”

“Is that the message I should relay, Scott?”

“No! Err no, could you say I’ll be there in about an hour?”

EOS disappeared again.

“Why don’t I just drop you in the field at the top of the cliff there? Last time I checked Tracy Two’s VTOL was working just fine?”

“No. I’d rather drive. I don’t want to use the plane… she doesn’t… it might… I mean…” his brother looked flustered “I don’t want to be all ‘check me out with my private jet’ when she could be with friends or something.”

John took a moment to contemplate what must be the first time in history Scott Carpenter Tracy didn’t want to be associated with an aircraft.

“I just want to keep it low key.”

“Good plan. However, have you considered what you’re wearing?”

Scott looked down at the dark blue three-piece Italian custom-made suit his TI EA had handed him that morning… was it Borrelli this time? John hadn’t been paying enough attention to be sure. As the token younger Tracy in the room it didn’t matter much what he wore, but as CEO, Scott had a certain image to maintain and Jennifer curated his office wardrobe with a somewhat terrifying zeal.

“Do you want to head back to the office and fetch your casual stuff?”

“Nah, someone will spot me and need something, we’ll get stuck there for hours. I left a sweater in Tracy Two, that’ll do.”

“Alright then Prince Charming, your carriage awaits.”

Scott cuffed him round the back of the head. John responded by ruffling his big brother’s perfectly styled hair and running away, chuckling as the man squawked in horror and chased after him.

“You are worse than Gordon, Johnny, I swear!”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #john tracy #tb estera #estera #EOS #The Commander and The Murderbot #PA Dawn #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #don’t mess with the hair

[roselyn-writing]

Hellooo its me again, actually wanted to request something kinda fluff, kinda smut (a bit of both if i could say)

Kuai Liang helping the reader to relax after a very stressfull week with college and family stuff, how would that go?

Thank you for your time bye byeee ❤

Sure thing! ❤️❤️💕✨💜

Author’s note: Sorry I couldn’t do smut so I chose the fluff one! I hope you like it and enjoy reading this ficlet ;)

You returned to your home after a vigorous week of college and family stuff.

You decided that you needed a break, and there was no better place to be than the Lin Kuei temple with Kuai Liang.

Kuai Liang watched in concern as you constantly tapped your fingers and bit them.

He is concerned about your health; after all, you are his partner, and he only wants to help you.

He quickly approached you, and with a smile, he asked you.

"Are you okay? You seem tired!" He asked with a bright smile.

"Not really, I’m just stressed out and..." You articulated, you couldn’t find the right word to end your sentence.

"I understand," He said, as he sat in front of you. "How’s your day?"

"There's nothing special about it," You replied dryly. Mentally and physically exhausted. It was a long-arse week.

Kuai nodded in understanding. In all honesty, He knew something was troubling you; it was clear as the sun.

An idea popped into his mind, and that is to talk it out with you, To talk about how you feel about him.

"I heard meditation helps to relax," He began.

As soon as he said that your attention was focused on him, you knew that he was talking about your stress indirectly. You smiled at him.

"Okay then! Let’s meditate!" You uttered.

Kuai smiled because his plan worked. He got up to fetch the meditation mat. He returned with two mats, one for him and one for you.

He gently put it on the ground, then gestured for you to come. You nodded and went to sit beside him.

"I hope this works," you said.

He didn’t reply, but he only gave you a reassuring smile. He hums deeply as he fixes himself into a meditation posture.

You did the same. You hummed deeply, like him. He is guiding you on how to meditate.

You don’t know what you are doing, but you follow his every guide. He told you to take a deep breath.

Surprisingly, you feel relaxed and happy, but you want more, and you crave something else.

But you are grateful; his meditating session helped you a lot. and you wanted to reward him for that.

After Kuai ended the session, he got up and put his mat in its place. You walked up to him and started to kiss him.

He was surprised at first, but he kissed you back.

You didn’t care if someone caught you or anything, You only care about satisfying yourself and Kuai.

You started to press on his lips more as you kissed him. He moaned in response to that.

Kuai is the best care provider in the world; he helps you, cooks for you, and makes tea for you!

Kuai sensed that you were touch-starved. So he decided to give you more physical touches and love.

He snaked his arms around your neck as he pressed his lips against yours; you could feel the boost of your "happy hormones". And serotonin hits your system.

You felt a rush of euphoria when he kissed you. His icy tongue added an extra sensation to it.

You wanted to kiss him forever and be with him forever. You wanted nothing more than to be with him; you wished that you could only leave everything behind and be with him. You couldn’t care about college or anything else. You only wanted to be with your lover, Kuai.

Kuai broke the kiss so that he could breathe, "Come on, darling~." He purred with a luscious grin, "Let’s release some of your stress~."

You knew what he wanted to do, and you wanted to do it too! Hell! How can you refuse to do something like this with him?

"Let’s do it," You muttered with a satisfied tone.

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[abiiors]

im dyingggg to see a matty sickfic from u

Hey hey, thank you for the ask <3 and your wish has been granted ✨

Warnings - being sick? but nothing else apart from that, I don't think.

If you want a swapped version of this, go here!

Mother Hen

‘Open your mouth for me, baby,’ he coaxes

Normally this would have been met with a stupid sex joke but today your entire body feels like it’s been run over by an 18-wheeler. Twice.

‘Come on,’ he nudges your mouth with the cold tip of the thermometer and you finally obey. It feels like an anvil against your skull once it beeps.

‘Hmm, 100.4,’ he frowns, ‘not good.’

‘Absolutely miserable,’ you echo and his frown deepens. 

You haven’t stopped feeling like you’re on the verge of death for twenty-four hours now. Twenty-four hours of miserable headaches, chills and a churning stomach. But somehow, today is worse than yesterday.

‘Hey,’ he taps your cheek lightly to get you to stay awake, ‘how about we try some toast, yeah?’

‘No. No food, please,’ you practically beg. The churning of your stomach has not exactly put you in the mood to eat and he knows it. Unfortunately, he can’t just let you go for more than a day without eating solids. 

‘Some banana, then…please.’ He’s been trying everything for the past twenty minutes. From bribery to flattery to sternness, yet nothing will budge you. ‘I’ll get you some peppermint tea once you eat a bit.’ 

The thought of peppermint tea piques your interest a bit. It had managed to calm your stomach down for an hour or two yesterday so you finally give in and agree to the banana. The fever has well and truly fucked with your tastebuds. The banana tastes like mush and you have to fight to keep each bite down. The tea is fortunately a better experience. 

When he goes to run the pots back to the kitchen, you decide to get some medicine from the bathroom cabinet.

Matty walks back into the bedroom to already find you out of bed. Just as he’s about to protest this decision. you realise that standing up was—most definitely—a mistake. The room spins violently and the banana and the tea threaten to make a reappearance right on your bedroom floor. And you aren’t even sure if you’re going to make it to the bathroom in time. 

‘Matty…’ you whimper and his eyes widen as he understands what’s about to happen. 

He rubs his hands up and down your back as he ushers you to the bathroom. As soon as your knees hit the floor, your body expels everything you’ve consumed in the last twenty-four hours. 

Matty is a constant presence. He gathers your hair in one hand and strokes your back with the other. Mumbles encouraging words and tells you to take deep breaths through each wave of nausea.

When it’s finally over, you slump back against his chest and close your eyes. 

‘Do you feel any better?’ he asks once you’ve caught your breath a little. 

‘A smidge,’ you whisper. It makes you realise that your throat feels incredibly raw from all the bile and stomach acid. 

He brushes aside a few strands of hair that are stuck to your sweaty forehead. ‘Should we clean up then?’ When you nod a yes, he hooks an arm around your waist and helps you stand up. 

When he still doesn’t let go of your waist as you finish brushing your teeth, you meet his eyes in the mirror, ‘you’re fussing.’

‘Let me,’ he says without missing a beat, ‘I’m worried about you.’

You turn around to look at him and place your hands on his chest. ‘It’s only a stomach bug, love. I already feel better than before.’

‘So do you not want the princess treatment?’ he raises an eyebrow. 

‘I didn’t say that!’

‘Well then let me be the mother hen,’ he places a small kiss on your forehead.

The rest of the afternoon he spends playing with your hair and massaging your stomach to ease the cramps. It’s when he starts humming your favourite songs that your eyelids start to feel heavy. You don’t exactly know when you fall asleep but you definitely feel his fingers trace “I love you” on your shoulder. 

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[trulybetty]

hi bby ✨ I’m hoping to spread a little love around today (it is someone’s birthday after all — so you might see others answering this)!

I am a big fan of people enjoying cake and celebrating, and sometimes cake can be just tooting your own horn 💁‍♀️ so with that in mind, I’d love to know what THREE pieces of work you’re super proud of that you’d recommend others reading, and why 🍰

You had me at cake Jo! 🍰🥰

This is a hard one, because I'm not usually one for showing up for my own work - but, I'm going to in the spirit of celebrations and for my own writing 💕

Drip (warning potential TLOU2 spoilers) In the quiet of the house, you can hear voices arguing, but all you can focus on is the drip, drip, drip of the tap.

I watched a play through of TLOU2, I already knew what happened, but was not prepared for the feels after watching it. I was trying to fall asleep and the idea of a dripping tap and just locking yourself away from everything just hit me and it all word vomited from there over a couple of days. I don't know if I could write something like this again, I have trouble sometimes re-reading it as it makes me feel heavy - but I'm proud of the emotion I managed to convey.

Gold Rush Old lovers Joel and Charlotte find themselves unexpectedly reunited in the community of Jackson. Struggling to navigate the complexities of their shared history and the harsh realities of their new lives, the pair find themselves again drawn to one another.

This was my first foray back into fanfiction, and I'm quite proud of the story that I've put together here. It's unfinished, sadly I put it on hiatus when I wasn't getting traction and had the belief I had to write reader insert. But I'm in a better place with my writing now, and I'm working on editing what I've written to pick up the story when I've completed several of my wip's. I have a huge place in my heart for Joel and Charlotte.

Baked Goods Easy Sunday mornings with the impossible task of choosing the right pastry, pure fluff.

Speaking of cake and to finish on something lighter than the other two - this was my first reader insert. At the time I didn't think much of it as I was trying to figure the whole concept out - but I look back at it fondly and Marcus was the perfect character to cut my teeth on.

This was really fun Jo! Thank you for dropping into my inbox, I got to revisit my masterlist which I haven't done I think since I put it together. I'm looking forward to seeing the other responses from everyone else you dropped this ask to 🥰💕

#betty talks #undercoverpena-fics

[harrywavycurly]

Wanna know the idea I woke up with this morning? Sorry if you answered no because I’m telling you anyway. ✨

Bakery Owner Eddie who uses you to taste test his latest creations. You’re in bed on a Sunday morning trying to sleep in but here comes Eddie with a plate of donuts. He gently taps you on the nose so you’ll begin to slowly wake up, he doesn’t want you grumpy because that’ll make your opinion on his baking start off on the negative side. You open one eye and he smiles at you as he places the plate on your nightstand so he can sit down by your feet.

“Good morning Princess.” You playfully roll your eyes as you sit up and stretch a little making Eddie chuckle because you’re always so cute first thing in the morning. “How’d you’d sleep?” He asks as he leans over and kisses your forehead.

“Good.” You answer as you look over at your nightstand, you raise an eyebrow as you turn to look at Eddie. “What’s the flavor today?” Eddie stands up so he can pick up the plate and kneel down next to the bed so he’s eye level with you.

“Nutella and peanut butter.” He answers making you just nod as he picks up the donut off the plate so he can bring it to your lips. “I got a request from a husband for a dozen of them for his pregnant wife and I need to know if the Nutella to peanut butter ratio is correct.” He explains as you take a bite. He watches as you chew and eventually swallow and he knows the next few seconds will tell him everything he needs to know because you’ll either smile or you’ll purse your lips. You look at him and grin making a sigh of relief escape him as you grab the donut from his hand so you can take another bite.

“Better make two dozen.” Eddie smiles as you get comfortable in bed with your donut, he leans in and places a kiss to your lips smiling as he pulls away.

“That is good.” You laugh as he licks his lips as he stands up and heads back into the kitchen to box up the customer’s order.

#baker!eddie Munson #eddie munson concept #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Can we get something fluffy with Eris? Also Happy Holidays!

Happy holidays to you as well! Hope you had a lovely time! ✨🤍

A moment with you

You were humming to yourself while mixing different tonics and salves that were requested during the visits with the sick patients today. Even though the task was mostly repetitive and some healers preferred to avoid it, you found great satisfaction in it. It calmed you and kept you grounded, especially after a long day of work.

However, your peaceful loneliness was soon disturbed by two strong arms being wrapped around your middle. The scent of burning wood and the freshness of the cold forest followed next. You didn't need to turn around to know who that was. Eris crept in like that almost on a daily basis, even if you had warned him plenty of times that if someone was to see your two here, you would both get in a lot of trouble. Well, you would for sure, the high-rank healers would throw you out of the clinic.

"What are you doing here again?", your words came out a bit too annoyed for your liking. Eris' grip on you, however, only tightened, "Don't act like you weren't waiting for me, vixen." That was true. With the autumn heir's visits becoming more frequent, you always found yourself anticipating his arrival once the clinic closed and you were alone.

"What if I wasn't? If you can't tell, I'm busy," you tried to break free from his embrace, but the fireling was having none of it, scooping you up in his arms. You let out a shriek, "Put me down right now," but Eris only smirked as he carried you toward the back room, where you two had spent quite a chunk of time.

You had feared the first time you brought him there that his lordling self was going to turn away and go. That room only had a mattress. An old one as well, that you dragged from your old apartment, along with a tiny bookshelf and some of your trinkets. But to your surprise, Eris had plopped down onto the mattress without a second glance before tapping a place next to him for you.

The scene was pretty similar now as well. He lowered you to the mattress gently before climbing on himself. From the lack of cocky comments, you could guess that he wasn't in the best of moods. You nestled in his arms, your head resting on his chest. The silence lasted until Eris let out a long sigh.

"Everything's okay?", you saw a glimmer of emotion trying to break through in Eris's eyes, but he quickly turned them off before giving you a half-convincing smile and saying, "Now that I'm here, everything's perfect."

That did make your heart skip a beat, but the worry didn't ease up. Yet you knew better than to push him. He had snapped a couple of times when you had asked him about his family. Without no ill will but you could tell that it was a sensitive subject.

"You're worrying again," Eris muttered, and you gazed at him. He just laid there with his eyes closed, "I'm not", "I can feel you thinking and the gears in your brain turning", you let out a chuckle that Eris also joined and the room fell silent again.

"Have you eaten? I have some food here, it's nothing...", you said, but Eris quickly cut in, "All I want is to hold you."

You stared at the fireling for a minute longer before once again resting your head on his chest. The steady heartbeat filled your ears. Then, without even thinking, your fingers reached to massage Eris's scalp, nails gently scratching the skin. The male let out a low growl, but you could sense the pleasure in it. However, not long after Eris's fingers were wrapped around your wrist and you couldn't help but worry that you had closed a line.

But Eris only brought your hand to his lips before pressing a couple of kisses all over your palm, "Do you even know how special you are?", a blush crept onto your cheek as you shook your head, "No, I'm serious. It feels like I can breathe when I'm with you", "Well, you know this is a safe space for you."

You knew that hoping for mutual feelings was stupid. After all, he was a future high lord. And who were you? No one. His family would never approve. All you could do was provide Eris with a temporary shelter and then let him go. "You're slipping away from me. I can see it in your eyes." Eris's words made you look back at him. To the eyes that glistened with hope.

"You're going to be a high lord", "So what?", you two were now seated on the mattress, and his closeness was becoming painful. "You deserve a strong, high lady by your side", "And you're trying to tell me that you're not just that?", you gaped at him. Was he being serious? Maybe he was just messing with you. I mean, why would he want...

Two hands quickly turned your face toward him. Eris sucked in a sharp breath as if he were contemplating the consequences his next moves might bring. Quickly scanning your face, Eris leaned in, capturing you with a kiss. You froze for a moment, unable to believe that Eris was actually kissing you. And the fireling was left scarred, thinking that he had somehow read the signs wrong and that you didn't want this. So when he pulled back, a drop of sadness coating his expression, you did the first thing that your mind and body told you to do.

Throwing yourself at him, you wrapped yourself around Eris, your hands bringing his face closer to you as you kissed him. Kissed him with all the love, worrying, and care that you had for him. Till your lips got red and swollen, and your lungs were screaming for air.

"I...", you muttered after a couple of deep breaths, "Don't worry, I felt it all. You don't have to say anything," Eris said, leaning forward and packing your lips a couple of times before pressing his forehead against yours. You reached for his hands, intertwining your fingers together.

"We could get into a lot of trouble", "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you; do you hear me? I would fight all of Autumn if it meant that you were by my side." There wasn't a single part of the body that didn't believe his words, and even more so, you knew that you would do the same.

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hiyaaaa👋🥺 love love your stories! I check your blog like I'm reading the news every morning hahaha. I hope you're feeling better with your cold, those are the worst🥺

I was wondering if you could write something about steven walking into his flat and finding his s.o dancing while they make dinner, just soft steven being like ✨im so lucky how did this happen to me✨ (even better if the song playing is London Boy for some cute teasing from steven)

AN | Thank you for being so kind! I hope you enjoy some softness and fluff! 🥰🥺

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.3k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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It had been a horrible, no good, very bad day. Steven wasn’t one to complain but even he was pushed to his limits at times. And it took a lot to drive him to that point. 

It had all started that morning when his alarm didn’t go off and he woke up late after a night of tossing and turning. Sleep seemed to evade him lately and the dark circles under his eyes appeared to be perpetual. Yet he still usually managed to drag himself out of bed on time and get to work or whatever he had to do that day. But not today; he’d woken up almost an hour late, listening to the pounding rain tapping against his window. If you had been there he knew you would have woken him up, but this was one of the nights you hadn’t stayed over. 

Once he’d shrugged off the last bit of drowsiness, he’d dragged himself out of bed and took a quick shower, throwing on clothes, grabbing his bag and coffee and ran out the door. The first time he’d forgotten to put on shoes, which caused him to grumble under his breath as he ran back inside and slipped them onto his feet.

Out in the rain, his trusty umbrella had decided to succumb to age and a few holes seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He’d tossed into the rubbish bin when he realized it would be no use. The bus was late, nowhere to be found, and it appeared that not a single taxi seemed to exist that morning. In a moment of haste and not wanting to waste more time he’d run to the museum. By the time he arrived he was thoroughly soaked and very late, which didn’t go over well with Donna. She ragged on him for almost fifteen minutes, despite his explanations and apologies. 

The brightest part of his morning was when you sweetly texted him good morning, my sunshine followed by a selfie of you with a cute puppy that came into the veterinarian’s office that you worked in. It had made his heart flutter and he practically melted into a puddle as he stared at your picture. How were you so pretty? Before he could get too lost in his musings of you, hordes of people seemed to come into the gift shop at once, throwing all sorts of questions at him.

He’d forgotten his lunch and when he’d gone to purchase something at the café in the museum, he realized his wallet was at home. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale he repeated to himself before stalking off to the breakroom in his still damp clothes, his stomach growling. You’d texted him a few more times, telling him to have a good day and that you’d see him tonight for date night. That alone was enough to put a smile on his face - he just needed to make it through the day and then he’d get to see your beautiful face again. He couldn’t wait to hug you, to kiss you, just to be with you. 

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When he finally made it back to his apartment that evening, he was thoroughly done with everything. The rain had been continuous all day, just as heavy as it had been in the morning, and he was once again drenched. Unlocking the door, he was instantly on edge when he heard music playing in the kitchen - but quickly relaxed when he realized it was you. The spare key he’d given you really did come in handy.

You were so absorbed into whatever you were doing that you didn’t hear him come in. You were singing along to…was that Taylor Swift? Maybe - he remembered that you’d said you liked some of her music at some point. When he spotted you, his breath caught in his throat as a huge grin stretched across his features. There you were, wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers and socks as you shimmied about the kitchen. 

How? How on earth did he get so lucky to call you his? You were completely unaware of the reverent awe he watched you with, so unbothered and relaxed but still the most wondrous and ethereal being he’d ever met. And you were his, just as he was yours. He sighed dreamily, unable to take his eyes off of you as you carried on. You always claimed you hated how you sounded when you were singing, but to him it was lovely. Steven watched in silence for a few minutes until you turned around, suddenly aware of his presence.

“Steven,” his name was like the sweetest honey dripping from your lips as your whole face lit up at the sight of him. You darted over to him, throwing your arms around him without a moment of hesitation, “my love.”

“Hi,” was all he managed to choke out as you pulled back and gently kissed him. Oh. Oh. It was so easy to get lost in your touch and taste and he would have been a happy man if he continued to kiss you. You suddenly stopped when you carded a hand through his inky curls and realized his hair was wet - all of him was wet.

“What happened?” you took a step back and looked him over, a frown tugging down the corners of your pretty mouth, “oh poor thing! You’re soaking wet! Let’s get you out of these clothes and into a hot shower.”

“Bad day,” he managed to stammer out as you touched his face, gently stroking his cheek, “umbrella broke, no bus, forget my wallet, had to walk there and home.”

“Silly man,” you huffed with a light of laughter, “why on earth didn’t you call me? I could have picked you up or sent a cab your way.”

“Didn’t want to bother you…”

“You are never a bother, love,” you promised, leaning in and pressing your forehead against his. His eyes closed as he inhaled slowly, already feeling much warmer from your touch and gentle words, “please don’t ever hesitate to ask me for help, or anything. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he offered you a small smile before you kissed him again, “it’s just been…it’s been a horrible day if I’m being quite honest.”

“Well I hope I can make it better,” you whispered, “I made your favorites for dinner and found a movie to watch. Let me take care of you.”

“You don’t-”

“I wasn’t aware I asked a question,” you teased as he sighed in content. You started to push off his soggy jacket. He remained still and let you work, rendered speechless by your love, “we’re going to get these wet clothes off and then into the shower with you. I’ll have tea and dinner ready by the time you’re done. I’ll put a new towel and clothes in there for when you get out. Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed as you started to gently nudge him towards the shower. He turned around and paused for a moment and studied you. Your face flushed with warmth under his watch but you couldn’t help but smile back at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Steven-with-a-v,” you promised, “now get in the shower and change before I do it for you.”

“Yes ma’am,” he kissed your cheek before started back towards the shower but before he slipped out of his sight, he grinned, “that wouldn’t have been such a bad alternative you know!”

“Off with you!” you laughed at the man you were so in love with, “and don’t get cheeky or argue with me!”

“Never!”

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