#i keep reblogging nothing but gif sets im sorry

[cheolhub]

THE MORNING — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. mingyu knows you have a lot to do the day before the wedding, but he won’t let you leave without giving him his favorite meal for breakfast

wc. 2.2k

warnings. marriage kink (ik…), oral (f. receiving), gyu is a needy baby, a bit of teasing, praise — MINORS DNI 18+

note. ok hello, i know i said i was on hiatus, but i’ve decided im not anymore bc i need to be able escape from reality so enjoy ANOTHER fic w my newfound marriage kink. will likely write a pt. 2 (post-wedding) if u guys like this :D

p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3

mingyu hates waking up alone. he has since he met you all those years ago, so today, when he wakes up cold just to see your spot empty, he’s grumpy to say the least. 

he leaves the bed to look for you, eyes tired as he’s muttering to himself about how you do this even though you know he hates it. when he finds your sleepy figure in the kitchen buttering a slice of toast in nothing but his oversized shirt and your socks, he immediately pouts.

“g’morning baby,” you smile at his eyes that are barely open and his disheveled head of hair, setting down the butter knife. “why’re you pouting?” 

he huffs, arms crossing at his chest, mumbling out, “you know why. i hate waking up cold.” 

you coo at how cute he was being. “‘m sorry, gyu— but we’re getting married tomorrow, i had to get up early to meet with the caterers and i’m gonna be late if i don’t start getting ready soon.” 

he sighs, moving to wrap his arms around your waist from the back. his face digs into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin. “make it up to me.”

you hum, relaxing into his touch. “baby, don’t start… i’m gonna be late— you were the one who wanted a perfect wedding.”

“don’t care about the wedding…” he says in between kisses— ones that were starting to escalate as his teeth scraped against your sensitive spot. “just want you.”

you smile at his words because you know they’re not true. mingyu has been gushing about giving you the most extravagant wedding since you said yes to his even more extravagant proposal. 

“‘n you’ll have me tomorrow night. forever.” you emphasize and he groans, pushing his growing bulge into you. “but right now, i need to start getting ready, i have to meet them in 45 minutes.”

he whines, needily rutting into you, sucking at your skin harsher with every passing second. “baby, you can’t just say shit like that and then leave.”

you tease with a giggle, “what? saying things like i’ll be yours forever?” 

“yes! don’t say things like that if you don’t want me to bend you over and fuck you while you choke on toast!” he whines out and you can’t help but laugh loudly, turning in his grip to face him. 

he’s giving you the biggest doe eyes and, usually, they’d work on you because there is something so irresistible about your soon-to-be husband, but right now, you’re adamant on making sure tomorrow's wedding runs smoothly. so he’s just going to have to wait. 

“okay, baby,” you start, a cheeky smile on your lips “i’m sorry. i won’t say anything like that ever again.”

“noooo!” he cries, shaking your body with his big hands. “i like when you say stuff like that, just don’t say stuff like that right now. you’re practically edging me.”

your fiance is so easy.

you coo, pecking his pouty lips, “okay, i’ll keep that in mind.” you say. “‘m gonna go get ready, you can have a slice of toast if you want.” you offer, wiggling out of his tight grip.

he scoffs at the proposal, deterring you from leaving and lifting you by the waist, sitting you on the empty space on the kitchen island. your surprised gasp makes him groan and he’s praying you’ll let him hear your other pretty noises before you leave him for the day. 

his lips ghost over yours, “would rather have something else for breakfast.” he mumbles against them before getting on his knees in front of you. “pretty baby, at least lemme taste you, please?”

he’s so pretty with his shaggy hair and his tired eyes and you never realized how much he resembles an actual puppy dog before now. you can’t help but admire the beauty that is your forever lover. 

you bite your lip at his plea, the offer being almost too good to deny. you weigh your decisions, eyes shooting to the clock across the kitchen. 8:17 a.m. if you wanted to be out and on time, you’d need to leave within the next 30 minutes– that isn’t nearly enough time, but the way he’s peering up at you and looking so fucking fine while he’s on his knees all for you… it’s too tempting. 

“gyu…” you trail off as his arms take a hold of your legs and his face nuzzles into the insides of your plush thighs. he presses soft, gentle kisses to the skin. 

“mmm, baby, please,” he mumbles, moaning as his face is almost directly in front of your clothed cunt. “i’ll be so quick, gonna make you cum ‘n you can go. you’ll let me, won’t you?” his breath fans against your core where arousal is now gathering and soaking through the cotton fabric. 

temptation is a bitch, you rule.

he’s rendered you breathless and he’s barely touched you. you’re experiencing another moment that proves no matter how much of a bitch mingyu is for you, you’re just as desperate for him. two people that are a mess at the hands of one another– a match made in heaven. 

“fuck, gyu,” you pant, eyes shooting up at the clock. 8:18 a.m. your eyes fall back to him and you decide, fuck it. “5 minutes or else i’ll finish myself off in the shower.” you offer the empty threat as if he couldn’t make you cum in a mere 30 seconds if he really wanted to.

he smiles, “whatever my pretty wife wants…” he whispers, noticing the way you twitch at the words. a soft chuckle slips past his lips and he looks up to you again. “oh, so you like when i say that just as much as i do, don’t you?”

of course you do. who wouldn’t get turned on by the idea of being kim mingyu’s pretty wife? 

you roll your eyes in an attempt to hide the fact that his words don’t have a great affect you, gruffly saying, “not your wife yet and you’ve got 4 minutes and 30 seconds, baby.” you lace your fingers through his long, raven hair and push him into your heat. “get to work.”

he moans, taking in your scent, nose pressing into your covered clit as his tongue darts out to taste you, further soaking the cotton fabric with his saliva. you’re almost certain he’s going to eat you out through your panties, but he proves you wrong by taking them off in the blink of an eye.

he untangles his arms from your legs before rolling them down your legs and leaving them bunched up on the ground next to him. before you know it, he’s diving back in like a starved man, arms coming back to their original position and pulling you even closer to his mouth. 

he starts by letting his tongue lap you up from your drooling hole to your hardened clit and he whines. you look down, breathless with your teeth digging into your bottom lip, and you completely take him in– how his tongue eagerly laps at your pussy with the most pleasured look on his face. 

no matter how many times he eats you out, it proves to never be enough. every time he gets a taste, it’s like the first time and he falls in love with you all over again. truth be told, mingyu is addicted to you and would happily die with his head in between your thighs. 

your eyes flicker up to the clock while mingyu opens his eyes to look at you. 8:20 a.m. 

he grunts unhappily, “look at me.” he mumbles into you, sending shivers up your spine. when your eyes meet his, he wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue at the bud. he relishes in the way you moan out his name, arching your back and gripping the end of the kitchen counter. 

“you’re so good, baby– fuck, you always eat me out so fucking well,” you moan the praise breathily, eyes fluttering closed. your head falls back in pleasure and mingyu’s ego inflates, cock twitching at the praise. 

he alternates between digging his tongue in your pussy, sucking up your honeyed arousal while his nose toys with your clit and having his mouth and tongue play with your clit. he’s moaning and whining, mumbling about how good you taste and how much he loves your pussy all the while devouring you whole. 

you’re a mess, not even bothered to check the clock anymore as you feel all the vibrations and action provided by his tongue nearly hurtle you over the edge. tears gather up at your lashline as you whine and whine, his name and his tongue being the only things you can think about right now. 

you’re almost embarrassed to be this close this quick, but then you remember it’s mingyu. mingyu who could make you cum by playing with your tits for too long. mingyu who could get you soaking his thigh in a matter of minutes. mingyu who knows just how to please you in any way possible.

“gyu! baby, oh, my god.” you sob, one of your hands moving back to tug at his silky hair. “‘m so fucking close.”

he lets out a guttural moan as he feels his own body heat up with pure desire. he wishes you had nowhere to go after this so he could sink you onto his cock and fuck you all day– make you cry for him, cum for him, beg for more of him till you’re both a mess and at a loss for words. he plans on doing so as soon as the wedding is over, though. he’s not going to let you do anything other than take his dick like a good wife as soon as you say ‘i do.’ 

he’s lost in your cunt, moaning with his eyes closed and brows furrowed as if he’s eating the best meal of his life. your joint moans and whines are bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, surely filling your entire home with lewd sounds. 

“cum all over me, baby, fuckin’ cum for me. you can do it.” he coaxes through moans, though it comes muffled with his tongue shoved in your pussy. he sounds like a broken record, begging you to let go over and over. “my pretty fuckin’ wife, do it for me, baby.”

the title and vibration of his words send you right over the edge. the rubber band in the fiery pit of your stomach finally snapping as you cry out his name prettily, body shaking uncontrollably. your hand tug on his locks, holding him in place while you grind against his face to ride out your orgasm. 

he’s a mess at the sight unfolding in front of him. you look so fucking desprate and it’s getting him close to cumming untouched, but he holds it in hopes you’ll change your mind– be an inconvenience so he can fill you up, fuck you full, and do it all again. he so badly wants you to call the caterers and push back the time so he can have you all to himself. 

you finally come down from your high, eyes glazed over, pussy still aching with need. said eyes find the clock and read the time. 8:24 a.m.

he parts from you after licking you clean, standing up to his full height and towers over you. his eyes are full of lust. hunger and desire. there’s a thin layer of sheen covering his mouth and chin left over from the arousal that still seems to be seeping from your hole.

“six minutes.” you pant cheekily, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. “you promised five.” 

he smirks and, god damn, does he look fucking sexy with his disheveled hair and swollen pink lips. “i didn’t promise anything, baby.” he murmurs, hands finding your hips and standing in between your legs. “i can promise to fuck you so so good if you push back your appointment… just by an hour.”

you huff, pussy clenching around nothing because you know his words are very much true. “gyu… need i remind you, we get married tomorrow.”

“i know, and everything is gonna be perfect, baby. stop worrying so much.” he tells you softly. “as long as you’re there… as long as you say ‘i do’ before the end of the night… i don’t give a damn. don’t even need to wear a dress. just you… i could marry you like this.”

this fucking sweet talker. 

you blush, hiding your smile by chewing on the bottom of your lip, but you fail in doing so as your cheekbones shoot high up and your eyes crinkle. “you’re just saying that so you can fuck me.” 

“yeah, but it’s true.” he leans in, lips ghosting over yours again. 

“you’re gonna wanna fuck me in that dress tomorrow,” you tell him breathily, heart melting at the man he is. 

“i didn’t doubt that, pretty girl.” he whispers. “so, do you wanna fuck now?”

you smile, “i do.”

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[eddieshellfxre]

How can I resist

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Eddie and y/n have always had a comfortable and flirtatious friendship, but i guess it all comes down with a little alcohol and leather

Content: 18+ unprotected PiV sex, creampie, swearing, alcohol, smut, kink

a/n i have been gone for so long, but i took advantage that im on bed rest to finish up this one that ive had in my drafts for a while.

reblog and like if you do ♡

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Tuesday night, like any other Tuesday night it was Corroded Coffin night, with that your best friend Eddie always picked you up, and like always you were running late when you hear the doorbell ring

“shit shit” you say worried “mom can you please open its Eddie, i just got out of the shower” you hear the door close downstairs and try to find a towel big enough to wrap your body in, you manage to find one but it barely covers your ass cheeks. You run to your room to find Eddie already there “hi, im so sorry i’m late, ill be quick i promise” you kiss him on the cheek and run to your walk in closet

“its alright we got time, i was just bored at home…. Decided to drop by early” he pauses looking at the clothes you have displayed on your bed, alongside it your bra and panties “damn” he whispers as he stares at the lace lingerie set.

“oh but still i dont want you to be late. Ill just get dressed and do my makeup” You run back to your room still in nothing but your towel and grab your clothes and underwear. Eddie lays down on your bed, resting on his elbows waiting for you.

You get your bra on and panties, and put on some new black leather pants, you stare at your self in the mirror and notice that the outline of your panties shows up in the tight pants “fuck it” you remove your leather pants and panties and decide to go commando, no one is gonna notice it anyway, and besides it looks way better. Top part you decide to pair it with a corset like top with some red detailing around the front. You try and tie it well but you can't do a knot behind your back “Eddie???” you call “i need your help, can you tie a knot behind my back please” you say as you walk back into your room. Eddie sits up straight once he sees you “what?” you ask as you notice he's not moving

“i—i nothing you just—you look great” he says nervously “c’mere ill help you” You turn your back to him, so he can tie the knot, Eddie totally wasn't aware of the big mirror in front of you, so he didnt hide the fact at he was completely starring at your ass, you blush at his reaction, butterflies go crazy in your stomach, you couldn't deny he had some type of effect on you but you tried your best to hide it “there you go sweets, all done”

“thank you, Eddie, all i need is my makeup” you walk over to your dresser and lean over it to do your eyeliner, once again noticing how Eddie is completely starring at you while sitting on your bed “you alright Eddie? You keep starring at me?” you point out

Eddie breaks his eye contact, cheeks flush red he says “i just think you should dress like this everyday, it looks—great”

“oh stop it, i look normal” you finish your makeup and put on your high-heeled boots “all set, what do you think?” you say while he takes your hand and twirls you around

“i think��“ he says pulling you in “you look hot” sliding his open palm down your back, resting just above the curve of your ass, “you’re not wearing any underwear are you?” he smirks

“i think you’ve stared at my ass for way too long sir, it's time to go”. It was comfortable with Eddie, you have known him all your life, you know absolutely everything about each other, the flirtatious conversations were just part of your friendship, none of you ever acted upon it. you let go of his hold and grab his hand and make your way to his van.

The ride to the Hideout was short, especially with Eddie driving. You arrive there with Eddie’s arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close, you walk up to the bar

“hi Betty” you greet the bartender

“hi y/n, sup Munson you ready for tonight? heard the turn up is pretty big” she says “the usual im presuming? Beer and a whiskey for the lady?” you give her a smile and a wink as she pours you a glass of whiskey.

You look over at Eddie and see he's a bit restless

“you alright Eds?” you ask

“yeah, no im—yeah im fine im just a bit nervous tonight thats all” he takes a sip of his beer and looks at his watch “im gonna go on in like 15 minutes i need to get ready, so let's do a check” he says placing his hands at your hips

“alright then” you start saying as you begin your weekly routine ritual “teeth? Check hair? Check! You’re good to go Munson, give ‘em hell” you pull him in for a quick peck on the lips as always, his hands clenched together at your touch, you tried to make nothing of it, since it was a normal thing you always did, it was sort of good luck kiss. He gives you a wink and walks away, no one could deny the grip he had on you didnt make you absolutely melt but—

“you guys make such a cute couple” Betty says interrupting your train of thought

“we’re not a couple Betty, we’re best friends”

“honey, the way he looks at you all the time isn't just friendly, besides what kind of friends kiss each other holding onto you like that?” she laughs

“best friends! it's a good luck ritual we’ve always done, before any big event in our lives… its no big deal” you excuse yourself. Betty laughs and goes on to attend other customers. Shortly after you see Robin and Steve enter the venue, you wave at them as they make their way to you

“dont you look hot” Robin says with a smile

“hi Robin, how are you?” you say politely

“no yeah you’re right Hi y/n….. You look fucking hot” she says smiling again

“hi Steve” you say with a hug

“hey sweetheart, has Eddie gone on yet?” he says

“he should be going up any minute now—there he is” you say smiling, your face absolutely lights up when you see him, god he’s beautiful! You smile at him, and he returns with a wink as usual. He made you feel special, always have!

Corroded Coffin started playing and everyone was just having the time of their lives, dancing and singing along! Eddie like usual kept his eye on you the entire time, god he's beautiful, you love staring at his fingers move quickly along the neck of the guitar… its hot As the show continued, you, Robin and Steve get to talking

“they are gravity defying!” Robin says, somehow the conversation turned to your boobs “literally cannot fit anything between them!! Look at how tight they are pressed together” she says to Steve

“im i may… im looking respectfully… but she's right” Steve says taking a shot straight after

“i bet i can fit a shot glass between them” you joke

“if you can, ill take a shot of it” Robin says with a smile, you laugh at her but decide to play the game.

You grab onto a shot glass and squeeze it between your boobs, far enough where it’s stable “Betty, give me something to pour” you say. Betty hand you a bottle of vodka and you pour it down “go on then, take the fucking shot” Robin seemed nervous, but she was down for it, you push your chest up, and she takes the shot glass with her mouth and drinks it up

“ah, i did it” she says pulling the weirdest face “most exciting thing that ever happened in my life” she laughs.

Steve was silent, no words no nothing, he just kept taking sips of his beer. He knew it would be pointless to say anything to Robin, she would just do it anyway!

The conversation continued, and the show came to and end, with that Eddie came straight to you after the show

“sooooo” he starts “how was it?” he says fixing his bangs

“you were so goooood!!! im so proud of you” you say giving him a hug

“Eddie i took a shot out of y/n’s boobs, it was awesome” Robin interrupts. Eddie quirks an eyebrow at the two of you. “with a shot glass might i add…. It was great you should try it” she says without thinking. Your mind went blank, she really needs to shut up sometimes.

“i—i dont think so” Eddie says nervously “its—its im alright”

“c’mon Munson, man up and do it”

“im alright with it, its just a shot”

“no make it interest…. Tequila shot! Lick the salt of her too” Robin says, a cheeky grin forming up on her face, she loves an uncomfortable situation.

This cannot be happening, how were you gonna control yourself. Betty pours the tequila in the shot glass between your boobs, and sprinkles the salt from your chest to your neck, handing you a slice of lime

“you ready Munson?” he nods as he holds onto your waist with both hands, just this alone made you weak already, he lowers his mouth to the glass taking it and drinking up the liquid pulling you in closer you feel his tongue lick the salt from your chest, your eyes close as you feel his tongue licking the salt of your chest, you can't help you let soft moan escape, hoping Eddie couldn’t hear but the way he squeezed your hips made you think otherwise, you didnt know what to do, you were getting nervous and felt like things were getting out of hand “lime?” you ask with a smile, handing him the slice. He bites it never breaking eye contact with you. His hold on you became tighter and tighter as the tension between the two of you grew

“excuse me but like get a room” Gareth says “we’re gonna head out you guys are staying? Wanna grab a bite” you both nod your heads yes and make your way of the venue with the rest of the band following right behind.

On your way to Eddie’s van was pretty much normal until you were actually alone in it

“did it weird you out?” you ask in a hush tone, afraid to know the answer

“no, did it weird you out?” he asks

“no!! im comfortable with you i dont care, besides we give each other a peck on the lips all the tim—its no big deal” you say looking away. Eddie drives up to this diner in the middle on nowhere, everyone was already parked there. You take a seat on Eddie’s lap, his hands straight up to meet your hips, holding you in place

“just please dont move” he laughs “for the love of god dont move”

“im sorry, these pants are slippery against your jeans, im trying” you whisper. You try your best to keep your posture but it keeps getting harder…. Everything! Feeling his bulge press into your ass you knew he had to be worked up already. You try to ignore it, it wasn't the first time it happened but this time felt different… why did it kinda feel good? what was happening? this is ridiculous, maybe its just the booze getting to you…. Both of you

The cold Hawkins night breeze was getting to you, you cross your arms to cover yourself from the cold

“you cold?” Eddie asks

“yeah a bit”

“here take my jacket”

“but then you’ll be cold”

“not with you on top of me” you blush and get his jacket on “looks better on you than it does on me” his hands sliding down to your thighs “keep still” he says in a serious tone.

Not long before everyone was done with their food and drives off, you and Eddie do the same.

Arriving at your door the tension kept growing

“you wanna come in for coffee or something?”

“Bit late for coffee dont you think?” he laughs

“just—shut up”

You could feel his gaze on you the entire time you walked up to your room, you still dont know what is happening but you dont really mind it…. i mean its Eddie.

You walk in and Eddie is already making himself comfortable while you try to untie the knot behind your back

“Eddie help me out, i cant get this knot out” you say, pulling your hair over to one side, exposing your neck to him, he helps you untie the knot and starts kissing your shoulder “Eddie?! what are you doing” you ask nervously

“if you dont want this, tell me right now and ill stop” His voice comes from right behind you, big hands gripping your hips to pull you against him, continuing to place sloppy kisses along your neck ” you smell so fucking good”

“Eddie i dont think we—“

“should be doing this? Why we already kiss all the time dont we?” he says mocking your earlier words. Hands on your hips he turns you around, you smile at the ground as you feel his index under your chin, raising for face to his “give me one good reason as to why this is wrong?”

“It could ruin us Eddie i dont want that”

The space between the two of you closes as you feel his lips onto yours, but not like the other times, it’s different!! Its needy, its hot. what began a soft gentle kiss quickly became a clash of teeth and tongue. You feel a smirk forming against your lips once he realizes you’re pulling him closer to you

“you’re that needy huh?” he whispers, next thing you know he's got your bent over your bed while he's standing behind you “fuck you’re hot” he lets out in a sigh, hands straight to your ass, slapping the leather on it slide up, reaching the band of your pants and pulling them down, totally exposing your self to him “oh babyyyy” he whines “i totally forgot you were commando” he lets out a moan, biting his lip. You feel two fingers running up your slit, collecting your juices, your head falls forward at the feeling of his fingers rubbing small circles at your bud, you moan out load when he inserts two fingers inside you, curling them to hit just the right spot to make you absolutely mental “come on princess let me hear you fall apart” he says fingering you from behind

You try to make words come out but your mind is blank as soon as he kneels down behind your and you feel his tongue flat against your pussy

“ohmygodddd” you mewl as he continues to eat you “ohmy—yes just like that” , all these new sensations are overwhelming, no one has ever made you feel like this. His large hands both on your ass, spreading your legs wider

“hmmm baby, you taste so good” he says against you, vibrations of his voice making you go feral

“Ed—Eddie? fuck me, fuck me haaaaard” you manage to say, his mind freezes but his body takes full control, reaching for his belt, undoing his jeans. It doesn't take long until you feel the tip of his dick

“you sure baby? this isn't like kissing” he says smiling, teasing your hole with his dick. You turn your head giving him a serious look “fuckkkkk, you're so tight baby” his head falls back as he feels you tight around him “so good for me” You moan as you adjust to him inside you “it feels so good” he says as he slides in and out of you harder and harder

Your moans fill the room a little too much, you reach out to grab a pillow and sink your face on it to muffle out the sound

His arm snakes around your waist, his middle finger coming in contact with your clit “come for me beautiful” he starts rubbing you in circles, while thrusting in and out of you relentlessly, the knot building up in your stomach soon to be undone begins to gain more and more pressure

“im—im close” you let out softly “ohmygo—now fuckfuckfuck” Eddie thrusts into you a couple more times before pulling out, you soon feel a warm substance coat your ass

“that…. was amazing!! jesus christ” he says falling onto the bed next to you, you continue silent as you try to catch your breath “was it alright for you? Did i hurt you?” he asks sitting up worried.

“It was amazing Eddie” you laugh “im just trying to catch my breath thats all”

“ohh, oh thats cool”

“also…. Can you grab me a towel or something?” you ask shying away “and clean… you know…” your crunch your nose, trying your best not to laugh, he's so out of it its cute

“yes im so sorry, i didnt know if i could come ins— sorry be right back” he gets up and grabs a towel that was left on the floor from your shower earlier, he cleans you up gently and helps you stand up.

You were both so nervous, you have never acted upon your feelings for each other, it felt comfortable but still nerve racking

“thank you, Eddie” you smile, reaching up to his face kissing him, his hands snaking around you hold you close to him, you break away smiling” want coffee?” he replies with a smile, kissing you.

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Fundamental Differing

Chapter X: It’s All Hate And Money

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summary: an idea is proposed by your label that you’re not sure you want to take part in, especially given the circumstances.

tags: hurt/no comfort but barely, angst, fake dating, slow burn, idiots in love, mutual pining, mutual heartbreak, these two are so stupid sometimes it hurts

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long and it’s still not very long, but it DID inspire me to keep going! also yeah, ofc i brought the angst back. bc that was the whole plot. just stupid ppl that cannot communicate right now bc they r afraid!!! also if any of my links are broken pls let me know, im trying to fix them but they decide to work half the time?? Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

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July 1986

The breeze is refreshing, despite it blowing your hair into your face. Eddie sits next to you, hands behind his head as he lay in the sun. He’s showing off his tattoos, including the one he’d gotten from you last month, your initials in your handwriting scratched neatly above his hip. In front of you, Robin and Steve splash each other in the lake, both of them shrieking and laughing as the cool water hits their faces. Your heart is full, spending the weekend at Steve’s parents’ unused lake house with your closest friends. Nancy and Jonathan arrive tomorrow, and the five of you have plans to roast marshmallows and sing songs like in all those cheesy horror movies. You could do this every day for the rest of your life, and be perfectly happy. You know Eddie doesn’t feel that way, he gets restless in places so still, and you have this deep, irrational fear that his urge to keep moving will end up being your downfall. But right now, that’s a non-problem. You return to your book, The Harlequin’s Son, as Eddie cranks the boombox up another few notches to blast Beach Boys Surfin USA.

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Present Day

Eddie’s POV

“Eddie! Is Sweetheart about Y/n?” “Was Pretty Boy written about you?” “How long have you and Y/n been together?” “Eddie, where’s Y/n?” The questions are hurled at him by fans and journalists alike as he enters the venue, cameras flashing in his face as Steve tries to shield him.

“We have no comment at this time, thank you! Bye!” Steve shoos the mob as well as he can manage, holding his hand out in front of photographers. Eddie keeps his head down, saying nothing as the door swings open for him and his band.

“Hey, they’ll let it go, it’s just fresh right now.” Steve reassured him, a comforting hand landing on his shoulder.

“It’s not them I’m worried about.” He looks around, every backstage of every venue looks the same to him, but you’re in the wings, lugging your guitar and amp to the stage as crew members set up pedal boards and wires. You look up then, and offer Eddie the smallest of smiles that he returns with a shy wave.

“I’m sure Y/n is fine, too.”

“You haven’t talked to them?”

“I’ve been busy with your temperamental ass!” Steve jokes, nudging him. “Besides, they’re a lot stronger than you think.”

“Hey. I know that. You think I don’t know that? We were together for like, four years. That isn’t my point.” It’s his turn to be defensive. He’s never doubted your strength, it’s your temper he’s concerned with. You’re not one to shy away from chewing someone out for a wrong assumption.

He looks from Steve back to you, watching as you chat with a crew member about something. You’re in plain jeans and a tight black t-shirt, your hair tied on top of your head haphazardly.

He feels a second nudge. “Stare more, would ya?” Robin’s appeared on Eddie’s other side.

“Who’s staring? I’m not staring.”

“And I’m not a lesbian. Try to blink, you’ll look less obvious.” Her smirk makes his eye twitch. “Or, y’know. You could just go say hi. Like friends do.”

“Seriously? You’re giving me shit about this too?” Eddie groans, craning his neck to the ceiling in irritation.

“Of course I am! If you guys are gonna do this dance the whole time we’re touring, I'm gonna get my jokes in!” This causes Steve to snicker.

“Listen, I’m only gonna say this once. Y/n and I are adults. You two are being so immature about this. There is absolutely nothing else between us, okay? Nothing.” Steve and Robin exchange a look, and begin to giggle again. “Cut it out!” Eddie whines, then startles when he feels a light tap on his shoulder. He turns around to find you, sparkly eyed with a tight smile on your lips.

“We need to talk.”

—

Your POV

You don’t mention what you’d heard from Eddie’s lips, but you feel your heart sting a little. Nothing else between us? Bullshit. But now isn’t the time to call him out on it.

“What’s up?” Eddie leans against the doorframe of the dressing room, arms crossed casually.

“I just got a call from my label. They, uh, saw the magazine article.” You keep your voice low, not wanting to alert your gaggle of friends hanging out inside the dressing room. “They want us to play into it.”

“Play into it?” Eddie quirks an eyebrow teasingly. You’re sure he knows exactly what you’re talking about, but he wants to hear you say it.

You groan. “They want us to be seen together more, out in public. Hold hands and shit.”

“They want us to date for publicity?”

You shrug. “Pretty much.”

“Do you want that?” He sounds sincere, even concerned.

“I don’t know if I have that choice.”

Eddie straightens his posture. “You always have a choice. It’s your life, regardless of what your label wants you to do.”

You sigh. He means well, you know that, but it would be so much more added stress to fight with executives while on tour. “Well, what do you think?”

“You know I’m always down to play tricks on the public,” he laughs, “and if you don’t mind being around me all the time, I’ll definitely do it.” You can’t get a read on him. If he doesn’t have feelings for you, why would he want to pretend?

“Okay. Then let’s play some tricks, yeah?” You offer your hand, and he stares. “You’re supposed to shake it.”

He blinks his stare away, and grasps your right hand in his. “Let’s do it.” He nods, and you can’t help but smile.

—

Your anxiety is skyrocketing tonight. With the added weight of this dating scheme, you barely have the mental capacity to make it through soundcheck.

“Are you okay?” Robin approaches you when you fumble the chords to Pretty Boy again, wincing as you sing the lyrics you’d written so many years ago.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone. Not even Steve.” You’re whispering, even though you really don’t care if your bandmates find out. But Steve will try to protect you, probably going as far as making a scene in front of the label execs if he deemed necessary, and that was way too much to deal with right now.

“Consider my lips locked.” Robin makes a point of zipping her lips, locking them, and tossing the imaginary key behind her shoulder. You fill her in on your plan, not mentioning your nerves or feelings the entire time.

“And you think this is a good idea?” She asks when you’ve finished your rant. She’s not saying it to bite, she genuinely seems worried for you.

You shrug. “Probably not, but DDA is still new, we could get kicked off the label if we object to them this early. And they talked to CC’s agent already, so we pretty much have to do it.”

“But, what if you get the feelies again? Or worse, what if you don’t get the feelies, and now you’re lying to the world and to yourself?”

“First of all, feelies, Robin? Are we twelve? And secondly, I know. I'm screwed either way. Eddie already said he didn’t have feelings for me, so it’s not like-“

Robin interrupts you, waving her hand frantically. “When did he say that?”

“I overheard him talking to you and Steve earlier. ‘There is nothing else between us. Nothing.’.” You mimic Eddie’s gruff voice as you quote him, warning a chuckle from your bassist.

“You know that’s like, total bullshit, right?”

“No, I don’t! I can’t figure him out anymore, and frankly I don’t see why I have to.”

Robin pinches between her eyes like a disappointed mother. “You don’t. But you should figure your own shit out. Might be healing.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. This could totally be my undoing, I am very aware. But this could also be the push I need to make a decision. Either I’m over him, or I’m not.”

Robin pats your shoulder lovingly. “Okay, babes. Whatever you want. But maybe stop thinking about it until after we rock the shit out of this place, okay?”

You nod, finding the first chord again, and playing it perfectly. “Right. Let’s do this shit.”

—

Eddie’s POV

He taps his foot along anxiously with the house music, currently Blind Melon’s Tones of Home. His pen bounces up and down frantically in his hand, tapping against his frayed leather bound journal. A melody has been stuck in his head all day, but he can’t bring the words to match it. He’s about to throw in the towel when he feels another presence in the room.

He glances up, and his eyes meet with yours in the mirror. He whips his head around, startled by your stealth. “Hey, sw- hey, you.” He chuckles, feeling his cheeks heat up at the slip up. “Sorry, practicing.”

You shake your head, a small smile on your lips. “Hey. I wanted to be the one to tell you, there’s a lot of press here tonight. I heard Rolling Stone might try talking to you.” Your voice shakes slightly as you deliver the information.

Eddie is far too used to the overwhelming amount of public attention that comes with being a successful musician. It’s something he can’t stand, and you know that well. Nosy reporters were a huge reason he didn’t like when you would go on tour with him when the two of you actually were together. He was insistent on you not being seen with him, because he didn’t want them twisting your image. It was a selfish thing, Eddie realizes now. You are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but Eddie didn’t want to share you with the world. You were his to protect, and only his to be in love with.

But the world is falling in love with you now, for something you had created without him, and he feels all the pride for you in the world. Every day he wishes he’d been more supportive. Maybe this is his second chance?

“Thank you for the warning.” Eddie answers after a beat too long. You nod your head once, and pivot to leave the room when Eddie hears himself call, “Wait!” You turn to him again, waiting for him to continue. “You, uh, you think you could help me with something?” Eddie’s shy again, suddenly, like he’s back in high school asking you to go to prom with him. And he wasn’t even shy when he asked you to prom.

“Sure, what is it?” You walk deeper into the room, and Eddie moves aside to make room at the small vanity mirror. He slides his open journal toward you, where the page is littered in words crossed out, rewritten, and crossed out again. He snatches his guitar from where it leans against the wall, throwing it over his lap in a swift motion, despite the tight space.

“I have had this thing, this melody stuck in my head all day, and I either need to know if I came up with it, or if I’m remembering it from somewhere.”

He finds the first notes, fingering the strings expertly to a twinkling melody.

—

Your POV

You are really trying to focus on the song he’s playing. It does sound familiar to you, but you can only hear it like this, unfinished and on the fly. You squeeze your eyes shut in concentration, really focusing on the way the song flows together, trying to put words to it that escape you.

Until you figure it out. Your eyes fly open, wide as the memory comes back to you with full force. “Oh my god.” You throw a hand over your mouth.

Eddie stops suddenly, and looks back to you in the mirror. “Shit, is this someone else’s song? I thought I had something really fuckin’ good here!”

“No, no. Well, yes and no.” Eddie raises an eyebrow at your confusing response. “It, uh. That’s the song we wrote together. Like, right after graduation, when we went to Steve’s lake house. You played it on that really gross acoustic guitar that was in the garage, the one we found when we were—“ You don’t finish the sentence, knowing the raunchy turn the story takes. “Anyway, we started fuckin’ around with it, ‘member? And you came up with that—“ you point lazily to his guitar still in his lap, “but we never put words to it, we kinda just forgot. That is insane.”

—

Eddie’s POV

The memory washes over him, like a tidal wave pulling him under. You’d had the guitar in your lap, strumming lazy chords as you tuned the old, barely usable guitar that had belonged to Steve’s mother in another life. He remembers how hot that day had been, a record breaking heatwave baking the entirety of the midwest. Your hair was piled high on your head to keep it off your sticky skin, glimmering with perspiration. You wore only a bikini top and shorts, feet bare and dirty with the mud of the backyard. He’d stolen the guitar from you, plucking the same chords he’d just been playing, You’d started humming, then eventually singing, to his music, a soft smile on your face as your eyes closed, focusing on the way the two sounded together. He remembers everything else about that night, too, from the clumsy sex in the shed to the bonfire surrounded by his favorite people.

He finally turns around, his head purposefully craned up to avoid being eye level with your chest. The space between you two is small, and he feels his heart rate quicken. “Oh, shit.” Is all he says, being rendered speechless by the discovery.

“No, I mean, it’s okay! It’s such a pretty tune it’d be a shame if one of us didn’t use it. You should!” He can’t help but hear the slight disappointment in your voice, like you feel something was taken from you, by him. The idea comes almost as quickly as the memory had. “What if we just, put the song out?”

You place a hand on your hip. “What, like as a duet?”

Eddie nods, feeling the hope take hold in his chest. “Yeah! Yeah, we could write it, record it when we stop in New York maybe, or even after the tour if you want. And the suits would eat it up, too. Especially with this whole thing we got goin’ on,” He gestures to the space between your bodies.

“Oh. So this would be like, a money grab for you?” The hurt is clear in your wavering voice, and Eddie’s smile is wiped from his face.

“No, of course not.”

“No, right, but it’s a nice little extra. Have your cake and eat it too, right?” Wrong. So wrong, but what is Eddie supposed to do? Now is not the time to be confessing that he’s still completely enamored with you, head over heels in love. It’s so unfair to you, to both of you, to put that out there right this second.

“I mean, if you wanna look at it like that, yeah. The extra money would be nice. But it would also be cool just to work with you again. For real this time, as friends.” He’s praying it’s a good enough save.

You shrug. “We can try, but I’m not confident in our ability to work together.” There’s a bite to your words, and Eddie winces. “But I gotta go, we’re on in an hour.” You turn, and leave the room with an extra sense of urgency.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie puts his guitar down, and throws his head into his hands.

—

Your POV

You angrily wipe the tear that’s escaped from your tear duct, annoyed with your own sensitivity. You’re absolutely overreacting, but the pain in your throat threatens to suffocate you if you don’t immediately do something about it.

And so, with nothing else running through your mind besides Eddie, the memories of him contrasting deeply with who he’s become, you stomp past your bandmates as they put the finishing touches on their makeup and hair, you slam the bathroom door behind you. You’d swiped the scissors from Harley months ago, and keep them in your toiletries bag for things like this. You grab a fistful of your hair and chop, not stopping to measure the length. You repeat the ritual on the other side, and again across the front of your face. When you’re finished, your hair looks like you lost a bet, your eyes are puffy from crying, and a string of snot has fallen down your face. You wipe it with your sleeve, and quickly change into the outfit hanging up on the towel rack: black sheer tights and a baby pink lingerie nightgown you’d thrifted in Montreal. You throw your leather jacket over it, do your makeup haphazardly as you hold the rest of your tears in, and apply an excessive amount of deodorant. You step out of the bathroom, and are immediately met with the horrified looks of your friends.

“What did you do?!” Sylvie throws their hands over their mouth in shock, and Lilith’s jaw unhinges as she gasps.

You shrug. “Needed a change. Now let’s rock the shit out of this place, huh?”

Your bandmates move to leave the room, not about to engage with your suddenly erratic behavior. You’re grateful for their silence, knowing you probably look ridiculous. This will give the press something else to talk about.

The noise of the crowd grows louder as you approach the wing. “Alright guys, go out there and-“ Steve cuts himself off as his eyes scan over you. “What the hell happened?”

Robin is quick to speak. “They’re fine. Don’t worry about this right now.”

“Right, but there are so many cameras out there, and I-“

“Steve!” Robin interrupts, shaking her head. “Not. Right. Now.”

Steve surrenders, lips tight. “Okay. Right. Go kick some ass!” He hugs each of your bandmates before they go on stage. When he gets to you, he rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, and pulls back when he discovers you’re shaking. “Are you alright?”

“Later.” You say shortly. More words about the subject will make you cry again. “I promise.”

“Okay. I love you. Do your thing.” He brings you into his hug, and you relish in your best friend’s warmth for a few seconds too long. The crowd is losing their minds.

“Okay, I gotta go.” And he lets you go. You walk onstage, and are blinded by the stage lights. The crowd never falters, even after seeing your new abomination of a haircut that Harley will surely kill you for later. Cameras flash from all corners of the room while fans whoop and holler for your band.

“What the fuck is up, Portland?!” You scream into the mic, and the answer is thousands of screams in your direction. “I just cut my hair in the bathroom, let’s fuckin’ party!” Lilith clicks her sticks together to count you off, and you launch into the first song of your set.

—

chapter xi

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Moonlight Conversations

Cw: angst (hurt/comfort),Michael feeling unworthy of jericos love, Michael gets a lil sadistic describing something,mentions of falling into madness. A small scene of making out at the start (nothing explicit) mentions of body horror

Summary: an improptu date brings out a few things that need to be talked out.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Jerico grunted as she felt a piercing discomfort on her rib. She grunts--Mike...be careful with those hands

Michael lays atop of her as both cuddle on the sofá,his fluffy his fluffy curly hair falling across his face, he sighs,retracting His hand from her ribs,he sighs mildly annoued--....sorry

She breathes out and runs her digits across his scalp,tangling her fingers tangling on his Orange locks. --Youre going to chop off one of my ribs

--I dont want that, you have such a nice waist-- he whispers,pressing kisses to her jaw. His hands,really carefully,stroke her waist, his skin deathly cold.

Jer shudders-- thanks-- she answers with Pink cheeks.The skin Patterns of his hand are spirals,She can feel it as his thumb strokes soothing circles on her waist.

--I love you,yknow-- his voice is thickly laced with sleep-- even with everything, you still love me

--Of course-- she answers,tone soft and loving-- youre still the Man I fell in love with

--Yknow thats not true-- Michael replied.

--We're not going through this again-- jer replied, firm but not angry. Her hands Lower to cup his jaw and kiss him, he kisses back smiling and giggling.

He sits up a little,pulling her up by the back of the thighs and sitting her on his lap. The avatar of the spiral wraps his arms around his lovers waist, sighing into the kiss.

--okay fine-- he relents,not even out of breath-- ill stop

--Good,finally youve got some common sense-- she teased.

Michael rolls his eyes-- Keep that to yourself,I am not supposed to have common sense

She laughs and kisses him briefly-- Its a nice night,we could go out

--And terrorize some people?-- he asked with child like joy.

-- I- fine. Just the assholes

He rolls his eyes,huffing-- youre no fun

Jerico stands up, patting his arm-- Ill go change, then we can go

Michael sighs, tjrowing his head back on the backrest of the couch. He closes his eyes, feeling something setting on his legs.

Opening one eye,he looks down to a sphinx cat,bright honey eyes looking back at him-- You didnt forget me either,did you Sandy?

Sandy was his cat protector, the feline purrs and leans into his touch as he carefully scratches behind its ear.

--Of course you didnt-- he chuckled as the cat stands on her hind legs,putting her front paws on his chest-- you werent this cuddly before

Michael plays with the cat, giggling and baby talking to her with a big grin. A few minutes go by and jerico comes out of her room, ready to go.

--Dont let me interrupt-- she teased, leaning on the doorframe.

He turns to look,a sassy quip but it dies on his lips as his eyes settle on jerico. She wears short boots with a chestnut Brown colorationx,a high waisted bright teal jeans, and a velvet dark teal croptop with golden Trim.

--cat got your tongue?--She teased

The avatar is quick to recompose,face flushed, Sandy the sphinx cat leaves the room. -- thats not funny

--Sure it isnt....

Ignoring the sarcasm in her voice,he stands up and snaps his fingers. His eyes are frames by some round green glasses,he wears a dark brown turtle neck over a short croptop with desaturated purple and blue spirals over it.

He fixes up the grommet belt that holds his light brown pants, his heeled chesnut colored high heeled boots click against the wooden floor.

--Im good to go--michael announced,putting one of his hands on his pocket.

--Youre missing one thing though-- she comments,pointing at his hands-- gotta look somewhat human

The avatar sighs audibly, his long hands replaced by normal looking ones with long sharp nails, his height resting at 6'4 instead of his usual 7' +.

--Better?--He asked, Rolling his eyes.

--Yes,cmon

Both go out into the damp streets of London, Michael holds jericos hand as they walk down to a nearby restaurant in quiet conversation

The Sky is cloudy,the moon peeks through the cloud cover a little. Cold wind blows past them, and as a few cars speed by, jer has to reach up to fix what strands of curly marigold hair falls on her lovers face.

--Thank you beautiful-- he flirts,grabbing the hand near his face and kissing her palms.

--Of course,handsome

At the restaurant,they both take a Seat on the more...VIP area of the place. Nobody dares say anything, one look from both of them is all It takes.

Its not surprising really,the Ocean knew how to make someone feel lost and confused,and the avatar of the distortion was nothing but that, chaotic uncertainty. Together its no wonder nobody challenged them.

Jerico didnt mind using her..nature on these harmless things, she enjoyed it just a little. Thing that her lover would never let her live down,like ever.

Michael smirks, taking a sip from his wine-- Cmon accept it, scaring people is fun

--Oh shut it

--Nono,we're having this conversation-- he insisted,pointed accusatorily-- you like it, its fun. I saw your face

--i find it funny-- she admitted-- but only with shit like this,I dont enjoy fear

He raised a brow-- sure,sure.

--Respect and fear arent the same

--Fair-- he relented, taking a bite out of his food-- you do get hotter when youre scary though

She snorted-- what you find hot is none of my bussiness

After their dinner, both go to walk among the mildly crowded streets,holding hands. They watch the world go by and talk softly about the people they look at.

--Is it like this always?

--What?

--Eternity I mean- I cant die now-- he answers-- is eternity this calm- this cozy?

-- not always -- she admitted-- you learn to appreciate these moments

He nodds,looking down a little dissapointed-- ah,that was not the answer I was expecting

She squeezes his hand-- but I wasnt alone,and youre not alone either.

--Eternity with you? Now that puts me in a better mood-- he smiles,his spiraling eyes swirling with happiness.

Jer feels her cheeks warm up, she giggled-- I love you too. Im happy youre here

--Even if im not the same guy?

The Antiquarian shrugged with a smile-- youre still you,nothing can change that. Spiral avatar or not, youre still my Michael

His pale cheeks darken with blush--...youre too sweet

--You deserve it-- She replied, walking closer to him.-- youre always sweet to me, I love you

--I love you too-- he bends down to kiss her head and nuzzle her hair.

They make it to a park, they walk the path in silence as theres not Many people around. Above them the night has settled in and wind,cold as Ice, starts to blow but neither seem to mind.

Nocturnal birds coo and sing in harmony, leaves rustle and fall onto the ground,crunching as theyre stepped on.

--Nice night-- she replied, the hand thats holding her lovers swinging its arm back and forth a little.

--nice night-- he agreed-- reminds me of that one date we went on once, at the shores of Whitstable. We had waked down the docks with the shops on them,enjoyed some street food and then we went to sit on the shore. You spent hours telling me about old sea fables...it was fun

Jer feels her heart flutter, she smiles and tugs him closer-- god, that feels so long ago... I didnt think you'd remember

He laughed softly-- I could never forget anything about you, I still remember our first date

--First *first* date?-- she asked with a smirk

--of course! I was supposed to go down to your shop to get a book,you were just coming out to run errands and I ended up tagging along. We went to the fish market for some good tuna for the cats, then we went to Yuzuki's antique shop, the vet for those meds one of the cats was taking...Marrow! He'd gotten a stomach bug for eating from the trash

Jerico listens to him detail everything, chuckling to herself at the fact that he still didnt Belive he hadnt changed much.

--Our second to last stop was a bookstore-- he continued-- then we went for some afternoon tea and Ate dinner at one of those hole in the wall restaurants near the Institute. I ended up coming back to gertrude at like... eleven pm-- he laughed as a memory comes into his head--Oh she was SO PISSED. But I still remember how she was fighting back a smile because of how adorable the whole situation was

He turns to her,seeing her peaceful smile. She turns to him and snorts-- and then you say you have changed

Instantly his face goes bright red he chuckles nervously and he simply mutters a-- Keep that to yourself-- jer nodds playfully and leans on him.

A bit into their walk, they find a bench,sitting there for a moment to admire the empty world around them. Talking softly about how Parks always felt so uncanny when barren.

--Parks can be so disorienting at night, things start to look alike, trees seem bent the wrong way, monuments or fountains dont shine quite right! Ha! The ammount of people that get lost in these things

She chuckles-- hmm,youre giving the sea a run for its money

--Big fan of lost at sea too-- He adds-- so disorienting,sea sickness also doesnt help

Jer nodds-- Many a sailor lost with that

Michael wraps one arm around her waist,pulling her to him. Hes got that sadistic look in his eyes when he gets to talk about the things relating to The Spiral. It makes her heart squeeze with pain

--Yes! Its so fun! You see them walking around,praying to whatever could listen! The madness slowly sets it and-- he stops himself,looking down at her-- I- sorry

She shakes her head-- dont worry

--I know you dont like i-

--Mike-- she says softly-- its fine. You know I dont hold it against you

He looks away-- this is why I tell you ive changed

--Changed or not,I still love you-- she reminded him-- the good,the bad and the gruesome. This is just part of who you are,but its still you

Michael leans his head on hers, slowly stroking her waist-- I dont know why you Keep being around me

--Miike....

--You dont like violence, you dont like suffering or fear. Its all I do

--Not all

--I try to Keep it low key around you-- he admits-- I would like to make you feel like things havent changed

--Babe just because this has changed that doesnt mean you have lost yourself to it

Michael sighs audibly,tired. His eyes still dont meet hers, he stammers for a response but he finds none.

Jeri raises her hand to his face to push away his hair,setting her gaze on his spiraling eyes of shifting color-- I still love you, your changes just worries me but that doesnt mean that ill up and leave, gives me peace that you know when to hold back and when to let go.

She makes a pause,exhaling to calm herself--I'll love you no matter what happens to you, you have to Belive in my actions,but I cant help you with that.

Well,she is right.

Hes not surprised a being that has lived for thousands of years has centuries of wisdom in her.

--I guess...im on my way to Belive that-- he said,feeling her turn his head to her.

--We have nothing but time-- she promised,leaning in for a short but loving kiss.

Thats when they notice a Group of teenagers looking at them funny,not malicious but funny.

Michael exchanged one glance and jer just chuckles and nodds,playing along.

He drops his buman form so fast, and so does she. The Group of teens start running for their lives screaming like a frienzied bashee.

Both laugh at the scene and return to normal, and underneath the soon changing to autum world,he has a realization.

Trees lose their leaves every year, and they arent less loved because of it, when they emerge with New boughs to which rest from the sun, they are just as loved.

And he figures  maybe its the same for him...

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No, it’s a new beginning.

pairing: Stucky x reader.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: some angst, some fluff, forgiveness (because apparently this needs to be a warning.) pregnancy, babies, giving birth nothing graphic because idk what im talking about. Stucky and their feelings/crying. Please let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: first of all I want to say thank you to everyone that read, liked, commented and reblogged part one. It means so much you have no idea!!!! I really hope you enjoy part two. When I first got this idea the ending(this part) is what first came to mind. Some might not like it and that’s ok just please be kind.

I did try to tag everyone that requested if I forgot I’m sorry. There were some that I tried to tag and couldn’t.

Part 1

They had convinced Tony to display the facial recognition software on every single electronic device in the apartment that could show it. That was all they did, sit in the living room or in bed and watch as pictures and videos were scanned. They even started taking shifts to make sure they didn’t miss an alert. They were barely taking care of themselves, staying glued to a Tv, tablet, phone or computer. They had locked themselves in the apartment and declined going on any mission until you were back or at least until they knew you were safe. Sam and Nat were the only ones that they would allow into the apartment. Bucky and Steve were dead set on finding you no matter how long it took.

Steve and Bucky talked in those times on how they would apologize and make it up to you. But after the fight Bucky was left with doubts on whether he was good enough for both you and Steve. Although the blonde assured him that he was more than enough and he acknowledged that it was his fault Bucky was questioning himself and the role he played in their relationship. They even talked about only one of them being in a relationship with you but they could never imagine that you would reject them, so they prepared themselves for every scenario except for that one.

Bucky sat on the couch in the dark living room, the only light source was the Tv. The images flashed by quickly as F.R.I.D.A.Y compared them to various pictures of you at different angles to try and get the best match. He had his arms stretched out on the back of the couch and one sleepy Steve leaning against his shoulder. They shared a blanket as Steve tried to keep his eyes open. Bucky places a kiss on Steve’s temple and moves to drape his arm around the blonde’s shoulder.

“I have a feeling we’re getting close. We’re going to find her tonight.” Bucky whispers mostly to himself thinking Steve has already fallen asleep.

“You think so?” Steve asks with a yawn as he continues to fight the drowsiness.

“Yeah I do. Now get some sleep, it's my turn to stay up and watch anyway.”

It’s around 4 am when the software stops searching and one single image flashes. Bucky on the edge of sleep blinks the drowsiness away as he begins to study the image. He stands abruptly causing Steve to wake up. Bucky stands close to the tv, his eyes watery. There in the background of someone’s picture of a festival is you, well most of you. Looking over your shoulder toward the festivities, a small smile gracing your lips but sadness is what is reflected in your eyes.

“Is that her?”

“Yeah Stevie. I told you we’d find her tonight. Let’s get the coordinates of this place and try to find her.”

You have been living on your own for 5 months now. Well not completely alone you had Bow and Arrow to keep you company. The time away was certainly bittersweet, little by little you began to build walls around yourself. It felt like it was getting easier to distance yourself from the feelings you had for them. Although there were times when you missed them terribly and there are days when you still cry but overall you are beginning to move on.

In the last couple of weeks you’ve had Laura and Nat visit, but today you had Clint with you. He had promised to fix some things around the house for you and you could see him through the sliding doors sitting on the steps in the back, trying to do who knows what when the perimeter alarm went off. You had been in the kitchen getting lunch ready when you heard it. Your first instinct was to go to your room when you heard two car doors slam shut. Frozen to the spot you were standing in you can’t do anything else but listen, your breath hitches when there is a knock at the door. You look out into the backyard through the sliding door and don’t see Clint, knowing he has to be somewhere with his weapons so you make your way to the door. Opening it just enough so that you can see out while keeping your body behind it, ready to shut it just in case. Your heart drops into your stomach. Out of anything you expected this was not it.

“Steve?”

“Hi, sweetheart.” He says in that gentle way he reserved only for you and Bucky. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“We?”

He shifts to the side and the movement allows you to see Bucky leaning against the car they came in with his hands in his pockets and keeping his head down. He tilts his head up when he hears your voice, meeting your eyes for just a moment before looking away. He looks tired, they both do and there is a part of you that worries about them but you can’t allow yourself to give in to that side. You weren’t their priority and they aren’t yours anymore.

Steve looks out toward Bucky and as he turns around you notice him get tense.

“Barton?” He says incredulously as he stares at Clint with his bow and arrows at the ready. He lowers it when he realizes it’s just Steve.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks as he rushes and grabs the front of Clint’s shirt. “We’ve been looking for her for months. You’ve-“

“Steve.” Bucky yells trying to get the other man’s attention as you fully open the door fully and step outside. He looks at you and rushes over and jumps over the railing to get Steve to ease up.

“You could have said something.” He seethes.

Clint wraps his hands around Steve’s wrist.

“Steve.”

“We’ve spent months looking for Y/N worried that someone could have hurt her.”

“Steve, stop.”

“That’s enough, let him go.” You yell at him.

“No, you don’t get it. We were worried, we did nothing but try to find you for five months.” Steve says as he finally lets him go and turns to look at you.

Standing by the door you’re wearing one of Bucky’s henleys along with leggings and fluffy socks. He’s angry and hurt someone he trusted lied to him. You can see it in his face until his eyes travel down your body. His expression falters as his eyes land on your belly, making you wrap your arms around it protectively.

“You’re pregnant?” He can barely get the words out as a new wave of emotions hit him.

Bucky is the first one to move, he takes a step towards you. His eyes are glassy from unshed tears and a small smile begins to appear on his face.

“Don’t.” You tell him as you place a hand in the doorknob ready to go back inside. Away from this whole situation, you knew you would have to talk to them some day but not like this you weren’t ready.

“Darling please?” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. All he knows is that you're standing there in his shirt looking as beautiful as ever and you’re cradling your bump. He still can’t even fully process it, the three of you had discussed the possibility of starting a family in the future but never came to an agreement since it was still a new relationship.

“Whatever it is you want, the answer is no. I want you gone.” You begin to open the door but a hand wraps around your upper arm making you turn, damn them and their quick silent steps. Steve is looking down at you, his eyes scanning your face almost as if he still can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him.

“I know we don’t deserve a chance, but sweetheart please. It’s not just us anymore we have a baby on the way and we want to be here for you.” His eyes pleading for a chance.

You laughed, it was bitter and humorless but you laughed in his face. The anger you had tried to leave behind came crashing down.

“You want to be here for me? Fuck both of you. Where were you 6 months ago when I needed you? You don’t get to show up at my home and ask for a chance you don’t deserve. I trusted both of you and I took care of you even when you weren’t speaking to me and for what?” You began to cry, it was all too much too fast. Of course Steve tried to calm you but that only made you angrier as you slapped his hands away.

“Don’t, you don’t get to try and make me feel better. You’re the reason all of this happened in the first place.”

“I know, I know it’s my fault please I just want to apologize.”

“Well I don’t want to hear it. I’ve moved on. I picked up the broken pieces and I put them back together without you.”

“What about the baby?” His voice was small and he was now looking at the floor.

It was tiring trying to be the one to put you back together and you want them to hurt the same way you did so the lie slipped before it could be stopped.

“It’s not yours Steve and it’s not Bucky’s either.”

“No, I don’t believe that.” Bucky shakes his head coming up behind Steve. “Please don’t say that. That’s our baby Y/N I know it is.”

“Guys why don’t you give her some space. This is a lot for her and she needs to rest.”

“Why don’t you stay out of it Barton. You’ve done enough.” Bucky turns to glare at him still at the end of the porch.

“I don’t think I will because while the two of you were being selfish assholes I was the one looking out for her.” Both men stood toe to toe. “Now Y/N said she wants you gone so leave.”

Steve looks at Bucky and Clint then turns back to you and grabs both of your hands in his, like he used to do when he had to say something important. “Please we just want to talk.”

You shake your head while you pull away from him and open the door and as soon as you pass through you begin to close it but his hand stops it. Clint yells at them that they’re crossing a line while he pushes the door open. But Steve is desperate and even if you don’t forgive him, if you forgave Bucky that would be enough. So he starts to say something but a growl stops him. Arrow moves in between your legs, teeth bared growling at Steve while Bow stands to your left. Steve moves to stand upright and Bow snarls at him, taking a step forward. Both dogs are ready to attack if necessary.

Steve clears his throat as he looks down at both guard dogs. “They aren’t going to attack me right?”

“I don’t know Steven, are you going to come in uninvited?” You ask as you cross your arms over your chest.

“No, we aren’t.”

“Bow, Arrow sit.” You command. The dogs sit, with Arrow’s head pressed against your bump.

“Thank you.” Is the last thing you hear him say as you slam the door in his face.

You wipe the tears away as you head towards your bedroom and lay down. Arrow jumps on the bed and turns a couple of times before laying down with her head near your belly. Bow lays on the floor behind you preferring the rug to the bed. He huffs and lifts his head up when the sound of footsteps start to get closer. There is a knock on the doorframe and you look up seeing Clint leaning against the frame, sporting a bloody lip.

“There should be a first aid kit under the sink in the bathroom.”

“It’s ok kid, trust me when I say I’ve had worse.” He says as he pushes himself off the doorframe. “You should see the black eye Steve and Bucky are going to have.”

“S’not enough.”

He chuckles as he sits on the bed. “It isn’t but I'm pretty sure you hurt them worse by saying these babies aren’t theirs.”

“So what? it’s better that they think the twins aren’t theirs. Now they don’t have to feel obligated to stay for the kids.” You say as you sit up and begin to wipe your tears again. Arrow shifts and lays her head on your lap.

“They didn’t know you were pregnant when they were searching for you. That should count for something.” He says with a shrug.

It’s true they had no idea but you didn’t want to be rational. It seemed like they had fixed their relationship and you were happy for them. But that didn’t change that they decided to shut you out. And you couldn’t worry about your own feelings now, you had babies on the way that would need consistency and what if they decided to walk out again. You could handle it for sure but not them.

“I’m not going to make my decision on the sole fact that I’m pregnant. They can be in the twin’s lives without us being in a relationship.” You scoff “whose side are you on anyways?”

“Yours obviously. Always have always will be. I just want you to make the right decision for yourself. And the only way to do that is to look at all sides of the situation. I know you’re hurting and seeing them again must have been hard but at some point you’re going to have to face them and make a choice.”

You scowl at him, annoyed that he has a point. “When did you become so wise?”

“When I stopped crawling around in the vents at the tower.” He laughs.

“I’m not going to talk to them now, but do you know where they went?”

“Nope. But I bet they’re going to stay close by until they get the chance.”

“Figured as much. All I can say is that I’ll think about it.”

“Atta girl. I’m gonna finish up and Then I’m gone. I’ll be at the farm if you need anything.”

“Ok, thanks again Clint. I really don’t know where I’d be without you.”

He places a kiss on your head and heads out.

You spend the rest of the afternoon and the next day thinking about what to do. You love them, they were it for you. If they had asked you to follow them to the ends of the earth you would have done it no questions asked. It wasn’t a question of whether you would forgive them or not, it was a matter of if they did it again. So you thought of what you would say to them if you would consider giving them another chance.

A knock at the door woke you up from the nap you took on the couch. It was exhausting being in this situation but you get up and head to the door guard dogs walking behind you. It doesn’t surprise you to find Bucky standing there. Hair disheveled one hand in his pocket while the other held a bag. You look past him expecting to see Steve but he wasn’t there.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” He said. “I Um- there is this little Italian restaurant in town and I thought you’d like it so I brought your favorite.” He holds up the bag.

Standing there staring at each other you’re considering if you should let him in. His eyes are full of love and regret. In that moment you know it’s now or never. You’ll hear him out that way at least you have the whole story and can make your decision based on that although it’s hard to try and be level headed in a situation like this. You open the door and step aside.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask. His eyes widened at your question. It’s the last thing he expected to hear, it seemed he was ready to run just in case you made the dogs chase him.

“Uhm, are you sure? I mean I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. Really I just wanted to make sure you and the baby were ok. We shouldn’t have shown up like that it-“ You put your hand over his mouth to keep him from rambling any more.

“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to but the offer stands.” You remove your hand and move so that he can walk in if he wants.

“And your dogs won’t attack me?” He asks as he takes a tentative step through the door.

“Are you afraid of dogs?” You tease.

“No,” he scoffs.

“They won’t do anything unless I tell them too.” Grabbing the bag from him you say loudly “You can come in too Steve.”

“How did you know?” He asks as he comes around the corner.

“I just did.” You shrug as you turn and head for the kitchen. Getting plates and cutlery both men grab the food and serve it before taking it to the table. The three of you sat in silence as you ate. It was slightly tense and a bit awkward. Your relationship had never been like this and it made you question whether it could be fixed or if you wanted to fix it.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked after a while.

“No, sweetheart of course you didn’t do anything wrong.” Steve sighs and places a hand on the table for you to take, you hesitate for a moment but you place your hand on his. “I said things I never should have said and I certainly didn’t mean them. And I ruined the best thing in my life.”

“Then why did you leave? Neither of you would talk to me when I tried. It hurts that you did that, you know.” You look at both men as a frown forms on your lips.

“We know and there will never be enough words we could say or things we could do to show you how much we regret it.”

“Then why did you do it? Why shut me out.”

“I didn’t deserve you.” Bucky sighs. “That’s how I felt, after the argument with Steve I believed what he said. With everything I’ve done I felt like a burden. Then there you were in a flash right in front of me trying to make it better without even a second thought. You’re too good for me, for us.”

“No, I’m not.” You scoff. “You make it sound like I’m perfect.”

“I know but even when we were idiots and pushed you away, you were still taking care of us. I mean who does that? Who takes care of the person that hurt them. I don’t know if I could do that but you did. You’ve always been good to us and we let you down. I know you don’t trust us but we wanted to apologize for how we acted.” He gives you a sad smile.

“And you?” Looking at Steve, you give his hand a squeeze.

“I hurt both of you, so I thought that if I pushed you away and stepped back you and Bucky could be happy together. At first I didn’t know that Bucky left too. Out of the two of us I know I don’t deserve for you to even look in my direction. I just keep fucking up.”

“We really just wanted to make sure you’re ok. After what we put you through we’ll understand if you don’t want to see us anymore.”

“Well we can’t really be out of each other’s life if we really wanted to.”

“What do you mean?”

You place a hand on your belly. They both look at your movement and then back at you.

“But you said that neither of us was the father.” Bucky says, his voice shaky.

“I’m sorry, I was just so mad and I thought I could hurt you both just a fraction of how I felt. I’m just scared you’ll leave again. I would have to find a way to live with that, but how would I explain that to them?”

“Them?” Steve asks, confused before a look of realization crosses his features.

“Twins?” You nod as he moves from the seat across the table while Bucky, who was sitting next to you shifts closer. Bucky grabs the chair you're sitting in and turns it so that you can face them better. Steve kneels in front of you. They have tears in their eyes, both from the fact that they’re having kids and the fact that they haven’t been there for you. You grab their hands and place it on your belly waiting for movement. After a few seconds they feel a kick which earns a small gasp.

“I can’t wait to meet you.” Steve says under his breath before placing a kiss on your belly. Bucky moves his hand away as he sits back in his chair.

“Don’t do that, not right now.” You tell him.

“Do what?”

“Get in your head, shut down on us. I can practically hear your thoughts and before you say anything I know you’ll be a great dad.”

“That’s not what I was thinking. I was thinking about when you found out.”

“Oh. I um- I ended up on the medical floor because of the last mission I had been on, we got ambushed.”

“We know sweetheart, we spent all night outside that room. We only got a little bit of time before Tony and the others left to find the people that gave the order.”

“Yeah but I needed you.” You avert your eyes, remembering the heartbreak you felt when they weren’t there.

Bucky stood up and started pacing. “That’s why you left didn’t you, that was the last straw for you. You thought we didn’t care enough to check up on you while you were in the hospital.” He says to you before looking at Steve. “I knew one of us should have stayed.”

“Is this where it ends?” Bucky asks, sadness lacing the question.

The question caught you off guard, your breathe hitched in your throat as you avert your eyes. Your lower lip trembles because he knew you so well, really they both did and this was what made your choice so difficult. You had never thought of ending it really, they had become such an important part of your life it was difficult to distinguish who you really were and who you became for them. The last month at the tower had proved it.

He gives you a knowing look, he wants to say something but stops. Instead he gets closer and presses his forehead to yours

“I never deserved an ounce of love from you but you still gave me everything and you still are. I want you to know that you, Steve and these babies are the best things in my life. I am sorry that I turned my back on you. There is never a good reason but I was scared that you would realize you deserved someone that wasn’t broken like me.” He kisses your forehead then places a hand on Steve’s shoulder and pats it.

Steve is still kneeling in front of you, this time when he grabs your hands you let him. Tears start falling from both of you. He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses each one, then lowering his head he places another kiss on your swollen belly.

“I get it. We don’t even deserve your forgiveness, at least I don’t if it weren’t for me neither of you would be heartbroken right now.”

“I did forgive both of you, I love you both so much. I just can’t be with you not right now.”

“Hey it’s ok. You don’t have to feel bad about your choice, you have to do what’s best for you. We love you so much even though we messed up. We were fucking idiots but know that no matter what happens there is no one else for us but you. We want to be in these babies' lives if you’ll let us.”

You nod not trusting your voice.

“You have our numbers right?”

“Yeah.”

“We decided to stay close by in case you need us. Just call ok no matter the time and no matter what you need us for.”

“Ok.”

He stood up, pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to the door. You knew he was hesitating wanting to turn around and stay like he used to do when you were together and he had a mission. Then you heard the door open and close.

The following days were a bit of a blur, you were still surprised that you decided to be on your own. You needed time to find who you were without them and it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. The love for them was still there that would never change but how you loved them did. With time maybe the three of you could start over again but for now you had two different Roger-Barnes to care for.

As a few weeks went by and your bump got bigger a new routine was set. Bucky, Steve, Nat and Clint all took turns coming to see you. Making sure you had what you needed. It was nice to have them around again, you could see that Steve and Bucky were trying their hardest to show you how important you were to them. Most of the time it was fine you accepted their help but there were days when the anger still showed up and you argued. They just stood there and took it, if it made you feel better at the end they could deal with you cursing at them for a few minutes. Before they left they always told you how much they loved you and that they couldn’t wait to hold the babies in their arms.

Steve and Bucky had tried to convince you to move back into the tower the closer you got to your due date but you were adamant that you wanted to stay in your new home. So they were concerned when you knocked on the apartment door at 3:00 am with Nat carrying your things, Bow and Arrow sitting at your feet. You were upset and when you saw them you launched yourself into their arms. While trying to soothe you they looked up at Nat waiting for an explanation.

“She had Braxton Hicks contractions and she freaked out that you weren’t close enough in case she went into actual labor. Then she started talking about the fact that the babies might have the super soldier serum in their blood and what if someone tried to kidnap them from the hospital. So we came home.” She whispered to Steve as she handed him your bags. She disappeared before Steve could say anything else.

Bucky had brought you into the shared room and helped you get comfortable, well as comfortable as you possibly could get. It was the first time the three of you were in the room that ended your relationship but you had been too tired from the trip to care. All you wanted was to rest and have them close and they couldn’t say no to you, not after everything.

It was a good thing that you came back when you did because just a few hours after you showed up you went into labor. It was painful and it felt like it took days. Bucky and Steve were at your side through all of it. The team was outside in the waiting room anxious to meet the new baby Avengers as they called the twins. They guessed names and who they would look like and at the end of all the waiting they got their answers.

Steve held your hand and wiped the sweat from your brow and when you finished pushing the doctor announced it was a girl. They let you see her first. Pile of blonde hair on her head. She had your nose and your eyes and his lips. The perfect mix of both of you. She was cleaned off and given to him to hold and she looked even smaller in his hands. Steve stood frozen in place looking down at his little girl, he held her close and whispered how much he loved her already. He looked up to see you looking at him and he started crying. Bucky walked over to him just to look at his little girl eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Before you knew it, you had to start pushing again. Bucky was at your side. He told you how proud he was and how strong you were. When it felt like too much for you he grabbed your hand and told you that you could do it. That it was almost done. Once you heard the cry the doctor announced yet again that it was another little girl. It surprised you to see the dark hair on her little head, you were certain she was Bucky’s and you were speechless. Bucky was scared to hold her, he said he was too damaged to hold something so innocent and precious but at your insistence he gave in. And just like Steve he couldn’t hold back his tears. They both stayed close by and when the doctors gave the ok they rushed to your bedside. Placing both little bundles in your arms and it was your turn to let the tears fall.

The next morning the doctor came to check in along with Bruce. He snuck in under the pretense of the lab results but he really just wanted to see the babies. With a small smile on his lips he congratulated you.

“Well you’ll be happy to know that both of them are healthy. Biologically speaking baby A is Steve’s and baby B is Bucky’s. It’s one of the rarest occurrences in the world; there have only been a handful of documented cases in which a woman has two children by different men at the same time.” He says as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“What about the serum?” Steve asks, slightly nervous.

“I made sure to run the test twice to be sure. They both have the super soldier serum in their blood but half of what you both do. There are no anomalies though so there shouldn’t be any issues but I’m more than happy to check up on them in a few months.”

“Thank you Bruce.” You smile at him.

“Do you have the names picked out yet?”

“You aren’t going to win the bet.” Bucky speaks up from the couch he had been laying on.

“Fine, I guess I’ll find out with the rest of the team. They’re waiting outside. Should I let them in?”

“Yeah they can come in.” You say.

Nat and Clint are the first to come in, Sam, Tony, and Thor following close behind. Steve picks up one baby and Bucky picks up the other.

“We would like you to meet Natalia Rogers-Barnes.” Bucky says holding the little blond baby. Nat rushed over to grab her.

“And this is Rebecca Rogers-Barnes.” Steve says as Clint takes her from his hands.

Nat and Clint stand close together showing off the babies in their hands while Nat says something about teaching them everything she knows.

“Hey what’s with the names, was Samantha not good enough for you?” Sam chides playfully.

“Bucky picked Rebecca for his sister. Steve and I picked Natalia for our chosen sister.” You inform the group as you look at the redhead. She had the brightest smile on her face as she looked up at you.

“Yeah well, just remember what you promised me.” Clint says as he give Sam the baby.

They all took turns, they talked about what they would teach them and how they would be the best Avengers when they grew up. You argued at that, no child of yours would go out to a mission. Everyone laughed and joked and it felt good to be back home.

After a while it was just the five of you. As the babies slept they praised you, telling you how great you did. You knew right then that they were already wrapped around their tiny little fingers and you smiled. Bucky came to sit on the bed and you shuffled around some to give him space. You sat up a little and once he was comfortable you laid down against his chest, he kissed your temple.

“Thank you.” He whispers in your ear.

“For what?” You whisper back as Steve sits on the chair next to the bed.

“For everything.” Steve adds.

The three of you sat down and had a serious conversation about your relationship and the future. Slowly the relationship was rebuilt. It was new and you were stronger. You pushed back when you needed to, and made sure your voice was heard this time around. Steve and Bucky worked on better communication with each other and with you. It was more than just fixing the relationship for the sake of the girls, you had found real love with them. They had found the person that accepted them flaws and all and they realized their mistake when you had disappeared. It had only been five months but it was agonizing. The one person that brought joy to their lives was gone and they never wanted to feel that emptiness again especially now that they had the girls a.

It had been three years since the twins were born. The team was getting ready to celebrate their birthday Tony going all out like he always did even if it was a kids party. He insisted he needed to do it because he wanted to be the favorite uncle, so you let him. Especially this year you had 2 three year olds to get ready.

They ran out of their room with their matching outfits. Laughing and calling out for their daddies.

“Daddy look.” Little Nat says as she rounds into the living room.

“Oh look at our pretty girl.” Bucky crouches down to catch her as she jumps towards him.

“Me too daddy?” Becca asks, running close behind. Steve grabs her and peppers her little face with kisses making her giggle. You stand by the entrance to the living room recording their interactions.

“Yes you too, pretty girl.”

“Did you see daddy?” She asks, pointing at her shirt.

“Yeah it’s a pretty pink shirt baby. Just like Nattie’s.”

“No look.” The little girl puts her hands on Bucky’s face and moves it down.

“Sweet pea, where did you get this shirt?” Bucky asks. Steve then looks down at Becca's shirt trying to see if there's something wrong with it.

“Mommy got it. Do you like it daddy?” Their pink little shirt had two words on it: Big Sister.

“I love it.” Both men say in unison making the girls giggle before putting them down.

They rush over to you taking turns huggin and kissing you and asking you a million questions.

“You should know that I promised Clint that if I had a boy I would use his name.”

“We’ll have to think about that one.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

The girls played for a while with Bow and Arrow. You sat on the couch with Steve and Bucky at your side.

From time to time you thought about those 6 months you had been apart and how much had changed. Sitting there you remember the question Bucky had asked.

“Is there where it ends?”

You smile now that you know the answer to the question.

No, It’s a new beginning.

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bucky barnes x tiny reader

➺ request (@thorlover): « I was thinking you could do something to do with mouse traps with either bucky or maybe peter Parker kinda like fearplay turns fluff! Can't wait to see what you do »

➺ summary: bucky believes he has a mice problem, but it turns out to be a tiny person :-0 and don’t worry nothing terrible happens with the mouse traps lol

never done something like this before but it seems interesting :) hope you like it! i have no idea what im doing and im new to writing g/t so feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

(the end is not super proofread, sorry if it’s crap)

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

From the outside, James Buchanan Barnes looks like a terrifying man. He’s a big guy with a metal arm, a naturally stormy expression, and an intimidating presence to boot. So why did you, a person hardly 3 inches tall, live in his home?

This was something you asked yourself on the daily, usually while you swiped a crumb or two from his kitchen behind his back, then scrambled to return to the hole in the wall where you resided, behind the loose power outlet and all its tangly wires. Being tiny in such a big world was hard enough, but living off of a giant’s extra supplies was terrifying and difficult work.

You must not be seen. You must not be heard. Your hole in the wall mustn’t be found. You must not take much—he can’t notice what’s missing, even if it’s small.

You had laid down these rules—and more—for yourself long before you ever gathered enough courage to commence this “borrowing.” But now you believed you had a pretty efficient routine, living alongside this giant peacefully without disturbance, either to you or to him.

That is, until you heard him talking on the phone with someone about rodents.

“..Yeah, I think I must have a mice problem. I swear, random stuff goes missing—not even stuff that matters, but still—and I keep hearing scratching noises from the wall,” Bucky said, his voice slightly warbled from the other side of the drywall, though you could still hear enough. “Set traps? Really, Sam? No, I—Fine. No, don’t come over here. I can do it myself.”

That was enough to make what little hope you had left shrivel up and wheeze its last coughing breath.

And sure enough, the next day, there the traps were, taunting and mocking you at every twist and turn. You weren’t dumb enough to waltz straight into them, but they were certainly in your way and they were difficult to maneuver around.

You huffed a sigh of frustration for what felt like the hundredth time that day as you stumbled upon a particularly tricky trap. It would seem like you could just go around, one might say, but you couldn’t; it was blocking the narrow path back to your outlet. You had just had a day full of dodging and weaving, and after all of it you’d gotten a bag full of good supplies Bucky had left behind—now you were for sure being mocked as this last obstacle blocked your path.

The only way was to slowly and carefully climb across the side of the trap. You knew it was stupid, but you were desperate and just wanted to be safe in your home again. You could avoid the trigger, and you’d be okay, right? Right.

Picking each step with extreme precision, you’d made it halfway, being oh so careful, when your sack slipped out of your grasp and hit the trap’s trigger with a clunk!

~~

“What the…”

A tiny . . . person. Not a mouse.

Bucky was truly at a loss for words as he crouched down to look at the trap closer. This little person was yanking a sack, which had been snapped under the trap, with all their might, their heels digging into the wood as they frantically tried to recover their bearings.

The person kept glancing at Bucky in the midst of their struggle, the most terrified and horror-stricken expression he’d ever seen plastered on their little face. He thought he even glimpsed a tear or two.

What else could he do but say hello?

“Uh . . . hi there,” he said, trying to be quiet, but it seemed his voice did nothing but spook you further. Bucky was trying his best here—it’s not every day you meet a person barely three inches tall.

“Are you alright?” Bucky asked, his voice low and hesitant. This seemed to make you stop struggling so much, but you didn’t reply.

After a few more moments of silence, he crouched down and offered, “Do you want any help with that?”

Your eyes remained wide as saucers, but slowly you began to nod your little head in acceptance and take little steps back, letting the top of the sack slip out of your little hands. You were terrified of this trap and wanted nothing to do with it.

Gingerly, Bucky reached a large hand forward, being careful not to make any sudden movements (he figured it would not be a good idea to use his metal arm, which he kept at his side). He grasped the sack between his thumb and forefinger and slipped it free of the trap’s jaws; the man then set it on the ground in front of you.

Hesitantly you took it back, your eyes steady on the giant before you. When he leaned away, you found it much easier to breathe.

“I’m sorry if it hurt you,” Bucky murmured, gesturing to the trap. “I had no idea you…y’know…lived here. Well—I assume you live here. You do live here, right?”

Your nod was slight, but not unnoticeable.

The atmosphere then quickly died, as Bucky didn’t know how else to carry on the conversation, and like hell were you talking. The deceased dialogue hung there limply before the both of you, taunting and taunting and taunting until someone came up with a new topic. Giant and tiny simply stared, observing one another in the awkward silence.

Well. There had been one thing on Bucky’s mind for a few minutes now.

It is with a pinch of shame, a handful of curiosity, and a shit load of forced confidence that Bucky asked, “Have you ever…been held before?”

Judging by your mortified expression, that was a no. But the face didn’t last very long—rather it morphed into more of a curious grimace, as if you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, but it was still make you very anxious.

You had always wondered what things would look like all the way up there. Sure, you could climb on the counter, on top of the cabinets near the ceiling even, but no way could it be the same as being held in someone’s hand. You could travel faster, see the world, be kept safe…

You were suddenly toppled over with a surge of warm confidence, the likes of which you’d never experienced in your life. The desire to trust this giant became overwhelming all of a sudden, so you decided to bypass all of your usual worrying and just get on with the whole ordeal. He seemed nice enough, yeah?

(Normally you would consider such behavior entirely reckless—what had gotten into you?)

“Let me up,” you called out, projecting as much as your tiny lungs allowed. A new expression appeared on your face—one of determination, fearlessness, and a rock-solid conscience. None of which you really felt on the inside, but you were sure good at playing the part. Bucky believed it.

His surprise was clear, but it pleased him that you were so willing. He was embarrassed to have asked to hold you, but he couldn’t help it—the thought had been burning the back of his mind. Someone so tiny was meant to be protected, Bucky thought. You were definitely capable of taking care of yourself, especially considering you had lived in his house all this time, but you deserved to be treated like a person.

Holding you was among the most terrifying things Bucky had ever done. Seeing you in the palm of his hand, so small and fragile, he was mortified at the thought of harming you. The thought of his past self almost made him laugh—he was so determined to be gentle with you, and yet his hands were stained with the memories of unspeakable crimes. He began to shake, remembering the things he had done, ashamed that he would even think of touching you.

You could feel the man’s trembling beneath your curled legs, and your brows furrowed. What was going through this giant’s head? And more importantly, he seemed to be more afraid of you than you were of him. You didn’t know where this brave face of yours had come from, but that was to think about at a later time.

Ever so gently, you placed your little hand on the pad of Bucky’s thumb in a comforting manner, as if to tell him that you were okay, and he would be okay. It was almost a comical scene—Bucky, the trained soldier and broken soul, shaking with nerves as he was comforted by you, a tiny person notorious for your fear of giants.

You smiled up at the man, joking lightly, “Careful with all that shaking, you might drop me.”

This drew a laugh out of Bucky—deep and hearty, his lips curling in amusement. The relief of the joke was much needed, and he seemed to calm down a bit.

Needless to say, Bucky had needed this experience. It provided him much solace to discover that he could hold something so precious without breaking it, and now he wanted to continue the act by protecting you further.

“I don’t want you to have to live in fear,” Bucky confessed. “You don’t have to hide away in the walls anymore—if you don’t want.”

Your little grin sent goosebumps down his skin, even more so when you accepted the offer, wrapping your arms around his thumb in a mini-hug. It was with much relief that Bucky smiled, comforted with the thought of keeping his new friend safe.

[shinsoups]

Student No. 22 —

m a s t e r l i s t

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x f!reader x class1a

genre: 1tbsp of crack, 1 tsp of fluff, a sprinkle of angst and 1 cup of chaotic randomness

synopsis: y/n was certain she would never be a Hero. She had a different goal in her mind, and that is to be a great doctor someday. With a terrible past she wants to forget, she vows she would never use her Quirk and will never let the world know what it is. Not until she finds out that the invincible quirk she thought she has can also have a certain weakness.

super random updates

a/n: canon Shinsou is joining hero class for their second year but I'm gonna make him part of Class 1A already yay! ALSO IM ON MOBILE IDK HOW TO PUT A *KEEP READING CUT* will edit this tomorrow 🙏🏻 sorry for the long post on your dash

OO5 : Acceptance...Is that a Threat? —

"You're already enrolled and your safety was entrusted to us."

"No, I'm sorry but I think I had enough." You hoarsely whispered. "I already got the answer what I was looking for."

Aizawa stopped in his tracks, his hands buried in his pockets as he watches you struggle to reply. "And that is?"

"The Hero scene isn't cut out for me." You bravely look at his eyes, slowing down your pace and faced him, catching Shinsou's gaze just behind your teacher.

"I don't want to fight nor hurt anyone to save lives. I want to save lives as a doctor if possible. And if you think that proper guidance is that one thing I need then you're wrong, sensei. I don't need that, please don't patronize me."

Aizawa tried his best to remain calm but the way you somehow push the wrong buttons and say things so straighforward makes him want to knock some sense in to you and tell you that there is more to being a hero. But the way you fidget somehow caught his watchful eyes. Aizawa squinted as you kept glancing towards him and behind him, catching a certain purple head boy passing you two.

You fiddled your hands nervously, seeing another gaze settling on your figure. Still feeling the pain on your shoulder, Aizawa walked closer to where you stood.

"You're scared of him," he said in-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"I am not."

"Because he can control you," he taunted.

Is Aizawa even a teacher right now? Why is he so pressed into this matter? You thought to yourself as you felt his presence even closer, caging you and your thoughts... your fears that someone actually exists that can easily negate your own self defense quirk. You bowed your head, averting your gaze.

"l/n-san, you don't like being controlled don't you?" Aizawa sighs seeing how your body trembles at the mention of the word.

You looked up wide eyes, straining to retort something but words fail to escape your mouth. Instead a nonsensical challenge transpired between the two of you. Shinsou held his breath, wanting to intervene the moment he saw Aizawa’s eyes glowing red and hearing your whispered exchanges. Only for Bakugou to block his way, enjoying the scene unfolding in front of them.

Everyone was silently hoping there was a good reason why Aizawa was suddenly fighting you just after finishing the Hero Training exercise. His hair flared up as he tried to capture you with his scarf, only for you to dodge and glare at your teacher.

“You didn’t fight Shinsou and Bakugou. Is that how you like to win?,” Aizawa’s voice echoed as you run towards the exit. Trying your best not to bump into someone along the way.

At the back of your mind there was a tiny voice telling you that they’re all judging you and your intentions was so unclear to be there at the Hero Course. That you don't deserve to be there. And they were right. But...

"You can become stronger if you train against him and with him. Maybe find a reason why he of all people can do that to you..."

You scoffed, amazed by how a teacher can agitate you with such simple words. Your grandfather was worse, his training methods were the worst, the hero exercise earlier pale in comparison to what you experienced. You only learned self defense in order to protect and not fight.

And to see this class filled with hopeful heroes to be are trained in order to fight for the justice they believe is such a ludicrous notion it made you wonder... why train them in the first place only for the HPSC to control everything? You gag at the toxic hero worship everyone seems to adapt. Is everyone foolishly blind? Foolishly following such trend? Or were you the blind one?

Gritting your teeth, you spat the words angrily. You stopped running and charged into him instead, “I still won. You got what you wanted, sensei. My Quirk... you saw it with your own eyes. So why do I have to hurt someone if the only goal is to win?”

With that said you side-stepped away from the white material coursing your way only to meet another set of it the moment you evaded Aizawa’s.

The rest of the class tried their best to avoid the both of you, still confused about what's going on. "She really likes to pick a fight doesn't she?" Kaminari watches as you gracefully dodge each of Aizawa's attempt to capture you.

"Sensei's erasing quirk is useless against her too," Midoriya mumbled, amazed once again with this new information. "I thought it was only fire quirks that were affected but I'm guessing she can --"

Midoriya's words were cut off when he saw Shinsou walked closer, carefully threading in the sidelines.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"I-I think everyone should calm down." Shinsou looked over you then to Aizawa who was shocked that his own protege captured him with his own binding technique.

"y/n-san" Shinsou pulled you into him, trapping you with his binding cloth for the second time after releasing Aizawa. "I don't know what's going on, but -" he looks at his mentor then back to you.

"Release me."

"No."

"Shinsou!"

"No!" he pulled you closer.

"Take it off."

Shinsou raised his eyebrows, smirking at the tone you used. He tried to hold his smile but the way you whispered those three words somehow made you two blush at the weird notion.

You bit your lips in embarrassment as you felt his breath on your cheeks, "No."

"Please?" you sighed, trying to calm yourself down. Too close...he's too close.

Shinsou looks back up at his teacher. "Sensei-"

Aizawa’s face was more unreadable as he walks closer, Shinsou was trying to figure out what his mentor's expression means. Aizawa simply stares at the both of you, a strange look both of you can't read.

Shinsou takes a deep breath, and goes on, “I shouldn't probably intervened but she's...she's injured because of me.” he looks away, too shy with the reason he came up with, now a small tinge of red powdering his nose.

There was a long pause. Aizawa merely nods. Shinsou opens his mouth, wanting to say something more but the words don’t come.

Giving into another temptation and succumbing to the curiousity budding, you rationalized the choices in your head. Do you want to fight him? Or do you wanna know how far he can use his quirk against you. About what he said earlier, were you scared people will resent you or maybe you really are scared of yourself.

"Fine." you murmured. "I accept the offer."

"Offer?" Shinsou looks momentarily confused about the exchange.

"Good. Now please do me a favor and stop being another problem child." Aizawa pats your head and walks away as if nothing had happened. "I'm not getting paid enough for this." he mutters to himself as he looked between you and Shinsou leaving you two behind and calling the whole class to go change back into their uniforms.

"Were you always a pushover?" Shinsou asks out of curiosity as he frees you.

"I am not!"

He watches as you contorted your face into a pout, your nose scrunching in annoyance as you rub your arms. With cheeks puffed out you glared at him, "I'm going to crush you, so you better know what's coming.”

"Is that a threat?"

You pat his shoulder bravely making him flinch at the sudden contact "No. It's a declaration of war."

The heat rises to his cheeks, his cool and passive demeanor suddenly melts aways as he chuckles lowly, accepting the declaration you just announced. "Then be ready to taste defeat this next time."

Curiosity was one thing you don't like but what you really hate the most is not finding answers to satisfy your own. So this time, you might as well go all the way in satisfying the curiosity growing.

"Then try me. Bring it on, hero."

a/n: the story is progressing so slow skdkkskec i just want to stress the part that y/n hates the idea of hero worship... Probably due to one of the many traumas she endured during her childhood.

But still she's a very curious cat, Shinsou unknowingly being the reason why she accepted Aizawa's offer once again.

ps: this is not proofread 🤧 will edit laters~

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i got a taglist im soft ~ want to join? just leave a comment or shoot an ask my dudes and dudettes ✨

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this is my first time writing bnha so tips and comments are really helpful ! ✨

[cxptain-rex]

Verklempt {Commander Wolffe}

pairing: wolffe x reader

warnings: none this is pure fluff believe me :) oh sum hot steamy make out but nothing else ejejej

this was requested by @spaghetti-666 I AM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG. I’ve been tied with school but I managed to do it. I’m sorry if it’s short (I find it short) I hope you enjoy it though. Thank you for your patience!

Requests are open for the clones!

***

verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion

***

Commander Wolffe couldn’t help but stare, just stare as you greeted the small creatures of Aleen. He smiled underneath his bucket, thankful that it hids his features. You kneel as the little creatures cheer and smile. A smile graces your features as you shake their hands in form of greeting.

“Alright, who packed the translator droid?” Wolffe grumbles looking around for the said droid. C-3PO emerges from the gun ship, “I’m right here Commander” he calls as you stand dusting off your Jedi robes. You turn to meet the Commander and his squad.

“They seem like adorable creatures” you smile falling in step with Commander Wolffe, he grumbles as the small creatures keep cheering around you. “Will they stop?” Wolffe mumbles nodding at his men. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the man’s antics. Sure he may be cold on the outside but you know that deep down Wolffe is a soft man. You’ve known it, you know the signutre of your cy’are.

“I should take over this, you could use the break” you smile softly looking around the working clones and the small people of Aleen. The clone commander felt something warm, it suddenly became too warm for his helmet. The kindness that you give each time you tell him something, maker it only makes him weaker for you. Although he’d deny it, to himself mostly.

“I couldn’t, Commander. General Plo insisted—“

“Come on, Wolffe, Master Plo also sent me. I might as well learn in a diplomatic mission” you pressed beaming at the clone. He sigh, tugging off his helmet. You met the golden specks of the man you’ve grown to love.

A breathless smile broke your features, casting one last glance around the camp being set up by the clones you took your commander away. He mustered a squeak which made you giggle as you guided him through twists and turns until you found a secluded place. Just the two of you alone at last.

The 104th knows of the undying love that has bloomed between their vod and their Jedi Commander. They couldn’t deny it, the two of ‘em make quite the pair. Even Master Plo seems to agree from time to time, which leads to question if your master actually approves of your affections towards his Commander.

***

“Master?”

“Yes little one?”

“What do you think about Commander Wolffe?” A younger version of you asked, that was one year ago. You may be getting older yet your master always referred to you as little one, after all you are as a daughter to him. A feisty and strong one.

The Kel Dor tapped his fingers against his armored forearm. He seemed to chuckle silently but nodding along to give you an answer. You sat patiently with hope glinting in your eyes, like waiting for something.

For your master’s approval

“He is one of the best soldier that I’ve met. But he is someone. I mean his own person. The man isn’t a dog for the Republic, he serves and that’s it. Wolffe has a wild fire manner but respectful nature. He’d do anything for his vodes, for me and even for you. The Wolfpack looks out for their own and you’re part of it. But again Wolffe is a great man, my life has laid on his hands various times before and I’m not scared to trust him again with it” your Master sighed staring back at you.

As you took in the words said by your master, you nodded as a small smile fought is way to your lips. A genuine smile. “Thank you, Master. I’ve got something to do” you said standing up and trudging out of the room. The Kel Dor smiled knowingly as you left his quarters. He knew.

***

“Y/N? Are you okay” you hear a voice call you out as you shook your head regaining consciousness. You nod narrowing your eyes, “what happened?” You ask meeting a well too known cybernetic eye. “You spaced out on me, cyar’ika” mused Wolffe as his hand came to rest on your chin, gloved fingers tracing the soft skin.

You blushed as his fingers graced your lips, coming to rest upon them as you parted them, a ragged breathing erupting from you. The Commander chuckle, loving your reaction. As you looked back to meet his gaze you were met with something else.

Wolffe stared at you, lacking his usual glare and stiff stance. This time you felt something ripple on his force signature. Rolling off of him like small waves in a beach.

Adoration

Peace

Love

You could feel those emotions swirling in him, making you swoon at the thoughts. As your eyes shined with the same amount of emotion, the Commander stepped closer. Backing you against a wall, you squeak in surprise.

Heat rose from your stomach to your chest. Wolffe’s lips were getting closer and your heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. You parted your lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling your fingers on the nape of his hair, unfurling all your senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts.

Warm and sweet with a touch of that mando’a whiskey the clones manage to smuggle into their barracks. Wolffe’s lips intoxicate your senses as he deepens the kiss.

Your whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on yours as his arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden. He pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense, until your knees gave in. If it weren’t for Wolffe you surely would’ve fallen on your knees, literally.

In the midst of your heated session, Wolffe’s comm beeped. A growl broke from his chords pulling away, you giggled at the moment. He answers. “What?” He barks into the comm.

“Uh sorry...to interrupt uh sir and uh Commander. The droids are missing” Commet whispers into his comm. You picture him gulping afraid for interrupting his vode’s time with you. Wolffe rolled his eye, grumbling some mando’a under his breathe. “I’ll be there in a moment” he says turning off his comm and turning back to you.

He turns back to you. “Where were we?” He smirks pulling you into his armored chest. You giggle tapping your fingertips against the plastoid. Million of emotions engulfes you as you sigh. Wolffe nuzzles his nose against yours, a habit he started doing. A way of telling you “I love you”.

“We have to get back” you whisper taking his scent, he whines softly. A smile tugs your features as you pull away to lead him back to the camp. Suddenly he jerks you by your wrist. Only to smash his lips one last time against yours. This time he leaves you on a daze. You pull away meeting his eye, adoration pours once again intoxicating your senses.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum” I love you he says walking away, leaving you alone. As you regain your momentum, your fingertips graze your lips. The reminder of the kiss burning through you. Wolffe has managed to wrap you around his fingertips. Not that you mine. At all.

***

Author’s Note: IM ALIVE. I am sorry I went off the radar! Online school has been killing me but here it is, something for you guys. I had fun writing for Wolffe, tbh he is one of my favorite clones. Reblog and like for more future content! You guys are welcome to leave feedback which I appreciate, I have fun reading them and answering! Requests are open!

[aharris00britney]

ASKS 20

lmao last time i did one of these was February there is a lot

Anonymous said: What's your collab process when you and other creators make packs? Like how do you decide to do it together and how do you split up the ideas and everything?

I’m going to answer another ask outside of this post that details this but I’ll answer this one here too. The way me and ayoshi do packs is not like a usual collab (in my opinion I don’t think people collab like this). I am good at making meshes. So usually I make a mesh for something and ayoshi makes a base texture that I can use to finish the base of the top/bottom and then we work together to fix any texture issues. Nothing we’ve made has ever been 100% mine or 100% his except for the hairs. Sometimes a mesh is easy but the texture requires a lot of work so it’s more work for him, sometimes I decide I want to try and texture something (like with this AxA I made textures for some of the clothes) and then ayoshi will clean the texture up for me and add some shading for me. So it’s a lot different than what I imagine most collabs are. But I love the way me and him work together and the ability to change something I don’t like because it isn’t just his, it’s ours. 

Anonymous said: I'm so excited for your new AxA collab that female hair is stunning!!

Anonymous said: I s2g if it werent for your cc my sims would just have to walk around naked lmao you literally make the game playable for me, so thank you ❤❤❤❤❤

thank you!!! Assuming the 2nd ask is about AxA too because that’s the only time I make clothes lmao. Excited for you guys to see everything this week. 

Anonymous said: Do you know anyone who recolours your hairs? They’re so gorgeous I’d love to see them in more colours! Xx

I usually reblog recolors of my hair at @aharris00britneyrecolors​.

Anonymous said: I'm a sucker for your sim Bella. Every time I see Bella as your hair models, I click and download

Anonymous said: Hi, sorry to bother, are you planning on uploading your Bella Sim Anytime soon? Love your content!

Bella is a queen, she’s a streamer in my game at the AH00B house. I don’t think I’m going to upload my Sims anymore though :( I have a ton of sliders and presets in my game and I have no idea which ones I use. I have 3 of the ones I know I use listed on my resource page but there are so many more and I don’t want to share them and they be broken in peoples games.

Anonymous said: will there be an axa this year im in desperate need of new clothes for my sims :(

I got this a few days ago before the teaser came out which I thought was funny fvghb yes there will be one

@lysssimpatico​ said: I was wondering if you might consider making the Elli hair have ombre accessory options. There aren't any cute curly ponytail ombres anywhere!

I think I tried making an ombre accessory for it when I made the hair and it didn’t fully work with the way I changed the UV maps. I’m sorry :(

Anonymous said: why the HELL is your dog so cute lemme have her please

Right? She’s an angel omg my dad is watching her while my foot heals but I miss her so much fghvbj 

Anonymous said: Your Daphne hair is so cute!!

thank you! 

Anonymous said: I have the feeling everyone knows what kind of Supernatural they would be if they were one, so what's yours?

I think I would want to be a ghost so i could fuck with people ya

Anonymous said: Does the Natilie hair need to be updated?

Nope, all the updated stuff is in my post that lists all the updated content off. Everything on my download page is up to date.

Anonymous said: Hi im just submitting an idea if you want to - i love your melanie hair and i was wondering if its possible to remove the accessory on it? im sorry if im bothering you im new to all this hope you have a nice day!!

hey :) I am pretty sure someone had to have made a hair similar to that already as it’s just the university ponytail with new ponytail on it. If not I could look into doing it sometime in the future. 

Anonymous said:I LOVE U 😍

and i love u

Anonymous said: Do you know if there’s any hair accessories (like ones that change the color of it) that work with your Elli Hair? ❤️

It comes with an accessory that changes the elastic :)

Anonymous said: Hellooo! first of all, how are you? how´s your day? i´m sorry but, do you know if someone makes maxis match hairs based in kpop videos? I´m searching for that bull all i can find is alpha hair and i´m not into alpha cc :( Thank you very much! have a great day!

I’m not sure if there are people that specifically only do that but I think there are a handful of creators that get inspired from kpop/music videos and make hairs similar to that. Cause we use EA meshes most of the time the hairs aren’t going to look exactly like the inspiration though. Like I have two hairs that are based off Go Won from loona (Go Won hair and Kelsey Hair) but i don’t think you can tell that just from looking at them. 

Anonymous said: I downloaded the new version of the sydnie braids but my game says they're corrupted and won't let me play with them in my mods folder

try to redownload and they should work, I haven’t had any other issues. 

Anonymous said: hey, i was just wondering whether you did or are thinking of doing eyelashes at any point

I am not lmao I don’t think I would be able to make my own eyelashes

Anonymous said: you are incredibly prolific. constantly amazed and delighted by your high-quality work. have a good day king

thank you!!!!

Anonymous said: aaaahh I know this is probably a long shot but I was wondering if you had the quartz eyes psd? I've been trying to find it but all of the links I've stumbled onto are dead :( thank you in advance!! ♥️ and no problem if you don't have it or can't share it :)

here is a link to a post that has the PSD

Anonymous said: the mica hair looks so cute 🥺 you’re amazing

thank you! It’s named after the main singer from Magdalena Bay ;n; i love them

@whendowestopcaring​ said: I love, love, love your work!! + your blog, aesthetic, etc. Keep it up!

thank you!!!! pink and blue all the way bb

@marsupialmother​ said: Not an ask, just a comment. All you stuff is so beautiful. Thank you for being such an amazing creator!!!

no, thank you for sending me this! I appreciate it a ton <3 have a wonderful day

Anonymous said: How long have you been creating CCs for?

I recolored a get together cardigan in Dec 2015 and started making hair in November of 2016 to promote Britney Spears lmao. So around 4-5 years. 

Anonymous said: hi!! just wanted to say i love the item index download option! thank you for your awesome cc and organization :)

You’re welcome! item indexes make things so much easier I agree, happy to help simplify things for downloaders. also they look nice so that’s a plus for me. 

Anonymous said: i love your cc, they are really beautiful but can you do more male hair cc? im just asking

I prefer doing female stuff tbh, I feel like I’m better at it and I get more ideas. But i did 4 male hairs in this upcoming AxA 2020 pack and a bunch of male clothes. I’m sorry I can’t do more :( I just don’t get inspired to make much male stuff personally.

Anonymous said: what happened to Ayoshi???

he’s in the basement working on AxA, don’t ask.  he actually just doesn’t like being on Simblr anymore but still likes making CC with me, so we just make cc on call sometimes when we get bored of a game we’re playing. he sends his regards from the basement of AH00B studios <3

Anonymous said: hello i love all your cc and you’re my favorite creator, i have a question, are you planning to make some more clothes anytime soon?

getting these while working on AxA was so funny because there are like 80 new clothes for male/female sims in it and i was like... these people don’t know what they have coming their way. thank you!

Anonymous said: 💃 How you make all your item index for your pack and collab? 💃

I make mine in Word using tables and then save as PDF. Here’s a peak at the AxA 2020 one

Anonymous said: am i on drugs or have u uploaded an eco lifestyle kids dress conversion? i remember seeing it so vividly, (the zip up kids dress), but maybe it was another creator... lol

I think that was from grimcookies! Here is a link to his eco lifestyle add on set that he made. 

Anonymous said: would you happen to know how to get rid of the weird gloss that can be on some cc hairs?

if you download Sims4Studio and open the package you can make the specular blank but that could cause issues in your game if you play on certain graphic settings. So do it with caution. 

Anonymous said: Awww we have very similar life aspirations, I just want a boring/calm life, settle down with a wife (I'm a lesbian) and become an lit teacher.

yup yup boring lifes are where it’s at. Like i just want something simple lmao if I wanted exciting I wouldn’t do teaching. 

Anonymous said: hi! i hope youre doing well! could you please tell me wcif the two toned jeans on the sim in your eco lifestyle addon collection?

They’re in AxA 2020! We have had so much of the stuff done for a while so i’ve been using it in previews for a while lmao. 

Anonymous said: WAIT is the Love Bomb palette named after the Fromis_9 song???

yessss ayoshi is their #1 fan

[eddieshellfxre]

Change You Ways || Pt. 2

Part 1

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word count: 3.8k words

Summary: after you and Eddie become a thing, its really hard for him to keep his hands off you

Content: 18+ minors dni, unprotected PiV sex, oral sex, choking, swearing, slut calling, pure smut, semi-public sex(?)

a/n this is a part 2 to change your ways and basically i wanted to give some type of ending to this story and just wrote whatever came to mind. I hope you like it

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•••

“Eddie the kids are gonna be here anytime now” you say as you try to get away from his grip. Its probably been a week since you started dating and it feels like this is the happiest you’ve ever been

Eddie grabs you from behind turning you around to face him, his body pressed up against yours he leans in kissing you softly, moving your body against the edge of the table, lifting you up by the back of your thighs and sitting you down on it. You feel his hand caressing your tight slowly lifting up your skirt

“i think me being your girlfriend was a mistake” you laugh “you cant keep your hands off me Munson”

He moved in closer between your legs, god he’s hot

“not when you walk around like this” he says with a look full of need. he lifts your skirt up as you lean back to look at him, there would be a noticeable wet patch on your panties right now if they werent black. “kiss me?” he asks reading the writting displayed in your underwear “dont mind if i do” he says lowering himself winking prepared to meet his mouth to your clothed cunt, your hand finds his hair and you tangle your fingers on it.

Suddenly the hellfire door swings open with Dustin screaming

“WHOS READY TO KILL SOME BEASTS?”

Eddie quickly gets up and you fix your skirt before they could see anything. Dustin stops in his tracks to look at the group and back at you raising an eyebrow he asks “is everything alright? are we interrupting anything?”

“No, no no nothing at all sweetie” you say jumping off the table “i was just on my way out” you walk over to Eddie who now had a tight grip on his dick, you throw your face in your hands laughing you shake your head “im gonna go babe, there’s something i need to take care of” you say almost at a whisper. Eddie looks at you in dispair, all he wants to do is go home and fuck the shit out of you

“oh c’mon baby dont do this right now” he whines “so closeeeee” he says in a whisper, he sounds like an absolute child “see you later?” he asks, you respond with a nod and give him a kiss, soft at first but your need for him takes control over you and you press your body to his bitting on his lower lip, both breathing heavy looking at each other as you break away “you’re sleeping over”

“ermmmm today? i don’t kno—”

“it wasnt a question” he says interrupting you with a serious tone. The look on his face alone with that tone could make you cum right there and then, this more dominant side makes you absolutely feral.

••••••

On your way to Eddie’s trailer you stopped at your house to get your new set of lingerie. You couldn’t wait to see Eddie’s reaction to it and with the way you left things off, there was no better night!

Arriving at the Munson residence you can already smell Wayne’s cooking

“smells deliciousssssssss what we having today?” you say greeting him with a hug

“hello swearheart, we’re having some chilli today” he says proudly poiting at the stove “just you and me tonight right? Eddie is at hellfire?”

“yeah, just me and you tonight” you smile

“sorry, i know you’d rather have him here” he says placing the food on the table. His words break your heart

“why are you sorry? you’re my favorite Munson” you say with a smile hugging him from the side. Wayne returns with a tight hug too letting out a chuckle “thank you Wayne for taking such good care of me”

“you’re like a daughter to me… and to be fair im really relieved he left that cheerleader girl. She wasnt for him, god knows how many times he was talking about you and how he felt” you pop your head up so fast it gave you whiplash “probably shouldnt talk about that…. lets eat” Wayne quickly serves his food and stuffs his mouth with it, regretting immediately what he has previously said.

Once dinner was over and Wayne left for work, you found yourself all alone and still horny from before and thought it was the best time to get things ready.

You walk over to Eddie’s room and started to get undressed, leaving you in nothing but a little see trough black lingerie. You look at yourself in the mirror and admire what you see, shortfly after you spot his handcuffs hanging from the wall behind you

“oh fucking perfect” you say to yourself as you grab them off the wall and handcuff your self to the bed. Soon enough hearing Eddie’s van pull up, you reposition yourself on the bed, legs wide open facing the door

“baby? y/n you here?” he shouts walking in

“yeah im here, ermmmm i kinda need help Eddie” you say trying to sound worried, Eddie rushes over to his bedroom swinging the door open. His body completly frozen in place the second he lays his eyes on you “i kinda got myself tied up in a…. situation” you say bitting your lip into a smirk

“ohhhhh baby” he drags out walking over to you, grabbing his shirt from behind and passing it over his head. Just this move alone got you even wetter “fuckkk you’re hot” he climbs onto the bed kneeling in front of you, his hands tracing your legs opening them wider “this new?” he asks placing his hand at the hem of your panties, you nod with a smile “sooo…. no sentimental value what so ever right?” you nod again bitting your lip, knowing damn well he was gonna rip that shit of you in seconds. Confirmation was all he needed, and the second you gave it to him he was ripping the lace underwear off you leaving him front and center to his favorite view “holy fuck, i could just cum looking at you” he wraps his arms around your legs coming in closer to your heat, placing kisses on your inner thigh sucking on them, leaving small marks. Only more to add to the collection. You feel his tongue brush against your bud making you gasp loudly at the sensation “who gave you the idea of using my handcuffs?” he asks doing the same thing again but this time making eye contact with you

“i-i did” you stutter

“oh you did, did you? cant even speak properly and i’ve barely done anything” he says before inserting his tongue at your entrance and pushing it in. Eddie moans as he feels you on his tongue

“fuckkk Eddie, you’re so good” you praise “you fuck me so good baby”

You feel a smile forming on his face, Eddie loves it when you praise his work.

“gonna cum for me baby? right on my face?” you nod shutting your eyes “i asked you something, you better reply with words”

He locks his mouth with your cunt, his tongue flickering against your clit

“yeah-fuck yeah im gonna cum baby” you moan

Eddie lets go of his grip on your thigh and inserts two fingers in you without warning, the sensation of his fingers hitting just the right spot, curling them inside you and his tongue playing with your clit in absolute perfect rhythm soon untie the knot that was building up in your stomach

“hmmm” he moans as he feels your juices on him “heavenly” he says licking his fingers clean. Eddie hovers over you, positioning himself in between your thighs catching you lips in a kiss, his hand grabbing onto your boob “where did you get this set from?” he asks

“at the mall. i’ve had it for like two weeks but—“

“and im only seeing it now?” he asks almost offended

“you had a girlfriend remember? i didn’t wanna waste this on any random fuck”

“oh right…. my bad” he smiles “but even though i really like REALLY like it on you…. its in the way” he goes behind your back and unclasps the hooks before removing the straps “i wanna keep you handcuffed” you smile at him and watch as he removes the bra off you and throw it to a random corner of his room “you’re so perfect” he says admiring you, taking your nipple in his mouth and grabbing the other one and giving it the same amount of attention. Your eyes shut close at the sensation

“hmm Eddie” you whimper. You feel the fabric of his jeans against you wet pussy as he’s slowly grinding on you, giving you some friction, your pussy clenching at nothing, waiting for him “im going crazy over here Eddie, fuck me already” he lets go of your tit and moves his hand up to your neck, pressing at the sides while he’s continuing to grind his hips against your core

“fuck you’re hot” he says under his breath, he’s getting more and more eager to be inside you, he quickly stops what he’s doing and lets go of your neck. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down just far enough so his dick springs free.

Adjusting himself at your entrance he slides in, the room quickly gets filled with your moans and cries

“ohmygoooood” you moan as you feel him inside you “fuck me hard Eddie”

Eddie’s hand finds its way back up to your neck while his other hand is rubbing at you clit. He picks up his pace, slamming into you harder and harder each time. Your sounds are like sweet music to his ears

“such a tight little pussy! so tight for me uh” he says against you lips “gonna cum for me again? like the good little slut that you are? fuu—fuck you’re good” he looses the grip on your throat letting you breath properly

“bab-baby im-im coming oh my god im coming” you moan loudly as you coat his cock with your fluids, clenching around him he keeps going until he reaches his own orgasm

“jesus christ baby i-“ he coats your walls before he could even finish his sentence. He plops down on top of you, heavy breathing coming from both of you “been waiting for you all day”

“Eddie?”

“yeah baby?”

“can you please uncuff me now? i think im loosing blood flow” you both laugh and Eddie grabs the keys from the nightstand and unlocks to cuffs. Eddie goes back to laying on top of you, head on your chest. Your hands places on his head, playing with his hair. You are so in love with this man its absolutely ridiculous

“you drive me crazy you know that right?” he asks

“like wise” you reply. He kisses your belly and jumps off the bed “where you going?” you ask

“im gonna take a shower…. wanna join?” he asks with a smirk, and there was no way you were gonna let that opportunity pass by

••••

You wake up with the smell of Wayne’s famous morning pancakes. But you hear a strange voice at the door, you cant really make anything of what they’re saying but you still try

“i think you need to get a hand on this Wayne, it’s animalistic” you hear the voice say, it sounds quite bad, so you decide to wake up Eddie

“Eddie? Baby? MUNSON!!!!” you scream shaking him to wake up

“jesus christ what is going on?” he asks confused, still dizzy from waking up

“there’s something thats going on, the neighbors are talking to your uncle but i don’t know whats going on” you get off the bed and walk over to the door, Eddie follows shortly behind

“Wayne i heard them last night, the whole trailer park heard them”

You jaw drops to the floor as you realize whats going on, you look back at Eddie and he’s standing behind you with the biggest smile on his face… of course he is

“They’re just kids Dolores, leave them be” you hear Wayne “you know kids at this age”

“Leave them be? I would love to…. but they wont let me sleep”

You close your eyes and bring your hands up to your forehead, pressing at your temples

“this cannot be happening right now” you say in a low tone “Stop laughing Eddie, its not funny” you smack his across the chest

“oh i think its fucking hilarious. At least everyone knows i fuck you good” he says slapping your ass. You try to show a mean face but the truth is… one you knew it was true and second… you really liked when he slapped your ass

You wait until its silent outside to walk out of the room

“Morning Wayne” you greet with a smile

“Morning sweetie, everything alright?” he asks looking at both of you

“Just peachy” Eddie says with a cocky smile “So what did the nosey neighbor want today?” Your head turns to him, eyes wide open you elbow him in the arm, letting him know he shouldn’t have done that so Wayne doesn’t know you were listening “what? he knows we were listening…. didn’t you?”

“Yes, I knew” Wayne laughs “she just wanted me to tell you that you should try and keep it down next time, poor woman is just trying to sleep, she doesn’t need to know how…. hard y/n wants it…. her words”

You feel the heat flood your cheeks and try to hide your face in your hands

“oh my god” you say against them

“exactly” Wayne snaps back making you pop your head up

“I think shes jealous. Husband prolly doesn’t give her shit so shes jealous when he hears my girl”

“Eddie pleaseeeeee lets stop with this conversation”

••••

At school you became quite the topic of conversation, not only because the the two freaks were together but because everyone knew about what happened with Chrissy. But did you feel guilty? Hell no, you wanted Eddie and you got him, and you made sure everyone saw it, specially when you were all at the cafeteria.

Instead of sitting next to Eddie like usual, he insisted on you sitting on his lap, maybe it was to show everyone you were his, or maybe he liked the way your ass rubbed against his dick and the sneaky hand under your skirt, slowly caressing your clothed pussy without anyone noticing.

And of course, this day wouldn’t be any different to any other day, with Eddie doing just that by taking advantage of your liking for skirts on a hot day. Sitting on his lap you feel his hand on your thigh under the table, going higher and higher reaching the hem of your panties lifting it and placing his middle finger at your bud

“oh shit” you say under you breath, your head drops at the soft pressure he’s applying “oh god”

“y/n is everything alright?” Gareth asks “did you hurt yourself?”

“erm yeah— i-i yeah i bumped my knee on the table its—its really getting to me”

“should try and be more careful baby” Eddie says with a smile “the only type of bruises i want you having are my own” his finger picks up speed as its rubbing at your clit

“hmhm yeah— you’re sooo funny Eddie” you whine, your eyes automatically close shut in pleasure as you feel getting close “holy fuck” you whisper as you get a tight grip on his write, letting him know.

You breathing gets heavy as the adrenaline sits in, Eddie’s hand moves up to your waist squeezing it

“such a good girl” he whispers at your ear “such a dirty good girl”

You turn around grabbing onto his neck, bringing him in a passionate kiss, his tongue playing with yours, moans coming from both of you, truly feels like you’re the only two people in the worlds right now but you weren’t, as you hear a disgusted voice break you from your trance

“oh pleaseeee get a fucking room” you hear Dustin say, covering his face with his hat

“yeah guys cut it off” says Mike

“oh c’mon Mikey, when you’re old enough you too can do these things with your girlfriend” you laugh. Mikes scrunches his nose in disgust

“shut up, im not that innocent….. we’ve kissed before”

“with the supervision of her dad” Dustin claps back

“more than you ever done with Suzie”

“oh please, Suzie is a lady! She needs to be romanticed!!”

“Romanticed? oh please you—“

“SHUT UP” Eddie shouts. The whole table goes quiet “you boys need to calm down. Mike, all the good kissing happens when there is no supervision…. trust me!! and Dustin, you really need to… never mind you’re good”

Dustin’s face lights up with a smile, you can tell how Dustin looks up to Eddie and is in need for his approval.

The bell rings and Eddie takes you to your class. Arriving at the door he holds you by your waist pulling you closer to him

“you’re getting braver and braver every day” he laughs

“well thank you” you lean in for a kiss and his tongue automatically makes his way in your mouth “you really cant control yourself can you?” you smile

“your fault” he replied before kissing you again, hands trailing down to your ass

“you alright there Grabby Hands McGee?” you laugh

“Excuse me? But if the terror twins are finished, i’d like to get started with my class thank you” Mrs. Click says

“Terror twins? Was that a motley crüe reference? Thats really metal” Eddie laughs

•••••

“you ready for our official first date night?” Eddie says laying on your bed, waiting for you to get ready

“hell yeah, what do you have in mind?” you walk out of your walk in closet with a black tight dress and a pair of black pumps, you grab onto some snake hoops and try to put on them. Eddie’s jaw drops at the moment he sees you

“like that? i have some unholy things in mind” he says standing up walking up to you

“you really need to go see if this is a medical condition because you’re getting out of hand” you laugh “what are we doing today?”

“i’ve told you, you’re the one to blame, looking like this, so— so fucking hot all the damn time. and i don’t know we could go see a movie and then maybe finish at night at lovers lake?”

“oh i know damn well what happens at lovers lake….. lets do it” you wink and him.

Later that night you grabbed some food before the movies and ate it on top on Eddie’s van, somewhere in a remote corner of Hawkins.

Soon after you made your way to the movies and got your tickets to watch Texas chainsaw massacre 2.

“you gotta be kidding me” you hear a voice say behind you. you turn around only see Chrissy standing there with Jason “Jason can we go please?”

“We’re not going anywhere. We’re not the freaks here” Jason says louder

“Chrissy, hi” you greet. Eddie’s body turns to face you when he realizes what you’re about to do “I really don’t wanna cause a scene do if you don’t mind telling your creepy little boyfriend to leave me and my boyfriend alone…. his parents can kiss being grandparents goodbye, got it?”

Chrissy’s face freezes in place while Eddie is laughing his brains out behind you. You wave Jason goodbye and walk in the room

“you’re hot when you’re mad” Eddie says

“thought i was hot at any time” you laugh

After the movie is over, you drive out to lover’s lake, its quiet and… alone. Eddie opens his back doors and you both sit at the back of the van facing the lake

“its really beautiful” you say looking out

“really really is” Eddie says staring at you, You turn your face and realize he’s staring at you. Your blush and lean your head on his shoulder, you cant help but to stare at the tent inside his jeans. You bite your lip as a overwhelming wave of need takes over you and you place your hand on his jean’s button “oh yeah baby” he says resting on his elbows. You unbutton his jeans and Eddie lifts his hips up helping you remove his jeans just far enough for his dick to be on display.

“such a pretty dick baby” you praise, tracing the thick vein on it with your thumb, noticing how his dick jumped at your words

“thank you” he mumbled dropping his head back when he feels your spit covering the tip of his dick running down his shaft.

You give him a few pumps, looking at the way his chest is moving unsteady, trying to hold the moans back “fuck baby” he hisses at you as you give him a little squeeze, you smile at him while bitting your bottom lip. You wrap your lips around him and begin to suck while your hand grabs onto his balls massaging them “ohhhh fuck” he moaned. You sucked harder as you hear his moans intensify, he sounds like a fucking pornstar and you were all for it.

You went further down his dick, taking more of him in your mouth, past your gag reflex down your throat. You were so used to this you barely gagged. Eddie brings his hand up to your hair gripping onto it tight, holding you down in place for a couple of seconds before bringing you back up

He was close, you could feel it by his heavy pants and moans. Eddie’s grip on your hair tightens and earning a soft moan coming from you, he knows how rough you like it. You moan one more time, the vibrations from you sending him over the edge. He held your head on his dick as he reaches his climax, his seed painting the back of your throat

You continue to suck him absolutely dry, swallowing every drop of his salty cum. You pulled off him and smiled wide at him, noticing how much of a mess he was

“you alright Eddie?” clean of the corners of your mouth with your finger and lay down next to him “Eddie?” you ask worried after he doesn’t reply

“yeah baby im alright” he laughs, trying to get his breathing back in place “you sucked the life out of me back there” you cant help but laugh. You throw your leg on top of him and rest your head on his chest

“i love you Eddie Munson”

“i love you y/n”