#like i know she needs an engagement ring but i wasn’t planning on proposing for like a year so obviously i haven’t saved for one

[drivemysoul]

different anon here - we don't know your or your relationship, but i will say: if your relationship makes you sad/stressed/hurt/generally unhappy more than it fulfills you and makes you feel happier, consider what walking away would look like. obviously no one is perfect and neither is any relationship, and like i said, i don't know you two so i won't say definitively "oh you should break up", but do keep in mind that if you feel disrespected or hurt more often that not, even if it's not intentional, that's cause for concern.

rooting for you and your happiness, no matter what happens. look after yourself 💛

i’m just making things seem worse than they are because i’m irrationally upset about some things she’s said and im generally upset and stressed about a lot. i’m usually happy when we’re together, it’s just when we aren’t physically in the same space i start overthinking every time i’ve been sad because of something she said or did and it makes me sadder than i should be

[lewisvinga]

mr & mrs | max verstappen x fem! pérez! reader

summary; max and y/n relationship from engagement to honey moon

fc: threemillion on ig

warnings; mentions of sex lol

notes; latina n pérez reader bc max is for the latinas

masterlist !

liked by maxverstappen1, schecoperez, and 1,022,928 others!

ynperez: knew something was up when he kept begging me to wear white lol

tagged; maxverstappen1

username: what happened to hello? good morning??

maxverstappen1: liefje, you act like i was on my knees

ynperez: might as well have been, ‘babeeee just wear white, nooo pleaseeeee, wear that white dress. babeeeee’

maxverstappen1: not u exposing me under our engagement post 😕

ynperez: to a lifetime of this, max verstappen !

maxverstappen1: gladly, y/n pérez ! ( future verstappen )

maxverstappen1: i love you

ynperez: and i love you

username: MIS PADRESS [ my parents ]

username: screaming crying throwing up

username: that outfit is EVERYTHING

username: the size of the ring? hello??

schecoperez: enhorabuena, hermanita! [congratulations little sister] ❤️ just gotta make sure he doesn’t make you cry or else

ynperez: muchísimas gracias checo💗 [thank you very much] , but i may have cried a wee bit when he proposed 😕

maxverstappen1: a wee bit is an understatement, i was concerned that you were never going to stop crying

ynperez: exposing me under MY own post??

maxverstappen1: karma is my fiancé

liked by ynperez, danielricciardo, 1,234,927 others!

maxverstappen1: partying in mexico is 10x more fun when you’re celebrating your engagement to your fiancé

tagged; ynperez

username: they’re turning him into a mexicano lol

username: mi gente latino✊

ynperez: omggg 2 pics of meeeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

maxverstappen1: bc ur soooooo prettyyyyy

ynperez: can’t believe your drunk ass left the party to put on that fuck ass polo

maxverstappen1: it’s for the vibes u wouldn’t get it 🙄🙄🙄

ynperez: engagement parties in mexico>> maxie wasn’t i so smart for planning it 😁😁😁😁

maxverstappen1: ur the smartest person ever liefje

username: can’t tell if i want him or her

danielricciardo: never seen max so smiley in my life before

maxverstappen1: i was feeling like you tbh

username: need y/n’s closet asap

schecoperez: told you partying in mexico is fun😂

liked by maxverstappen1 !

liked by maxverstappen1, lilymhe, and 1,104,826 others!

ynperez: called bae to let him know it’s a girls night only

tagged; lilymhe, carmenmmundt, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, carolamtz1, iamrebeccad, heidiberger_

lilymhe: tell ur ‘bae’ i want you🤤🤤🤤🤤

ynperez: i want YOU🤤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

alex_albon: maxverstappen1 are you seeing this??

maxverstappen1: i just ignore it tbh

maxverstappen1: almost died being away from you

ynperez: u had the babies with you🐈🐈

maxverstappen1: still not the same 💔

username: i’d do anything to party with y/n and the other wags😩

username: she’s an icon and she is the moment

alexandrasaintmleux: pretty pretty girl!!

ynperez: says you!🥹💗

carolamtz1: gracias por invitarme! fue tan divertido!😍😍 [thank you for inviting me, it was so fun]

ynperez: siempre carol❤️💗 [always]

carmenmmundt: george kept asking me what we were doing last night 🤣

ynperez: don’t say a word, girls only 🤫🤫

georgerussell63: BOOOO

maxverstappen1: so i won’t know??

ynperez: girls only sorry bae

username: this comment section is my entertainment of the day😭

username: countdown to verstappen wedding starts now 🧘‍♀️

liked by schecoperez, christianhorner, and 1,653,836 others!

ynperez & maxverstappen1: mr. and mrs. verstappen.

schecoperez: enhorabuena! bienvenido a la familia, max ! [congratulations, welcome to the family] time to learn spanish😂

maxverstappen1: i know how to order tacos in spanish 😌

ynperez: lol barley

maxverstappen1: under our marriage post?

username: my dream wedding

username: mamá y papá

lilymhe: the prettiest bride😍😍😍

ynperez: the prettiest maid of honor 💗

carmenmmundt: ugh the dress , the hair, everything was so😍😍

liked by ynperez !

username: streets are saying there was a banda n everyone was zapateando??👀👀

ynperez: the streets are right! even max, although, white husband cannot dance, i’m working on it

maxverstappen1: i am trying 😔

danielricciardo: really? are you sure??

landonorris: congrats to the happy couple🎉🎊

ynperez: no tears this time?🤔

landonorris: i don’t have a clue what ur talking about 🤨🤨

danielricciardo: the 5 minute long video i have of you sobbing says otherwise 🤗

liked by maxverstappen1, lilymhe, and 1,142,736 others!

ynperez: luna de miel con mi esposo. 🌕🍯💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 [honey moon with my husband]

maxverstappen1: te quiero. [i love you]

ynperez: JALDKSDWOF

ynperez: te quiero. ❤️‍🩹

maxverstappen1: chilling w wifey

ynperez: happy wife happy life am i right

maxverstappen1: i do make you very happy indeed 😏😏😼😼😼

ynperez: max stop my brother can see

schecoperez: i wish i didn’t see

schecoperez: y porque publicaste fotos en su ropa interior?🤔 [and why did you post photos in your undergarments]

ynperez: ay, checo, no soy una niña, ya tengo esposo 😝[im not a little girl, i already have a husband]

username: checo being an overprotective brother lol

username: y/n panicking over max typing in spanish is so me

username: them>>

lilymhe: so , when are yall gonna give me a niece, i’m waiting…

maxverstappen1: you have jimmy and sassy😝

maxverstappen1: let me change my response, we’re practicing to make sure we get it right on the first try😆

lilymhe: oh😀

landonorris: i need to bleach my eyes🤢

ynperez: MAX MY DAD AND CHECO CAN SEE THIS😭😭

maxverstappen1: sorry not sorry 😁

[flemingsfreckles]

Accident

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Synopsis: you get hurt while cooking dinner with Jessie because you weren’t paying attention. When she asks what’s on your mind, you accidentally tell her too much. (Fluffy)

Warnings: minor injury, mentions of blood, cursing

WC: 1.9k

A/N: this started as a fic about Jessie being overly concerned and caring if you were to get injured and then it spiraled into whatever this is. For some reason I really like this fic, idk.

“Fuck.” You drop the knife, feeling the sharp pinch in your finger

“What happened?” Jessie spun around, rushing toward your side as you yelled.

“I cut my stupid finger. I’m fine.” You reassure her, your girlfriend always being the first to play nurse when you’re injured.

“Let me see it.” She stands behind you holding out her hands, making a grabbing motion.

“I’m fine.” You weren’t, the knife didn’t do any major damage but it hurt. And on top of the cut, you weren’t fine either, you were stressed, unable to focus, you brain clouded.

That’s what caused you to cut yourself in the first place, you had zoned out, nerves overcoming your brain as you thought through every step of tomorrow.

Wake up, try and get out of bed without waking your girlfriend, make Jessie her favorite breakfast, bring her said breakfast in bed, don’t spill it, you both just washed the sheets, offer up a afternoon date of a picnic, hope she says yes, bring a picnic, a blanket, all of the essentials for your date. Drive to the park, the park you had your first date, your first kiss, that park. Make sure your phone isn’t connected to the car, you don’t need her seeing any texts in the past few days.

Nope, before you leave, go into your sock drawer, into the back of it, grab the box. The box that held the ring you bought.

The engagement ring. Get the engagement ring, put it in your jacket, hopefully it was cool enough to wear a jacket without raising suspicions.

While you’re getting the ring, text Jessie’s sister, make sure she’s ready to be there, make sure she remembers her camera, obviously she’d remember the camera, but still make sure. Make sure the engagement party is set up. Check with Janine, check with Sinc, make sure it’s good, maybe check with her parents? They know you’re proposing, you had asked for their blessing, not permission because you’re girlfriend wasn’t their property but you still wanted to know they supported you joining their family. The party, they said for sure they were going to be safe, make sure they’re good to be at the party.

Hopefully it wasn’t going to rain, you should check the weather again, you’ve checked it six times today but maybe things have changed. If it rained, you’d have to completely change your plan. You should have a better back up plan. Moving to under one of the pavilions could work but Jessie wouldn’t leave the house if it was raining already.

Get the ring, drive to the park, get out of the car, don’t be suspicious. Set up the picnic, eat, or at least try to, who knows with nerves. Don’t act weird, act normal, act like you usually do. Don’t panic, don't accidentally tell her.

Ask her if she wants to recreate the photo the two of you took on your first date, if she says no, then your plan is fucked. If she says no, come up with something else, whatever you have to do. Hope she doesn’t say no. If she doesn’t say no, set up your phone, tell her to go stand so you can set up your phone. Make sure she’s in the frame, make sure she’s going to be in the video.

Set up your phone, make sure it’s recording, go back over to Jessie. Take the “photo” then point something out in the distance, when she’s turned, kneel down. Which knee were you supposed to kneel on? Did it matter? You should Google that. Hold out the ring. Did it matter which hand you held the ring in? Did you hold it with both? You should’ve been practicing this.

Make sure you have the ring, make sure it’s in your pocket. Grab it before you walk over to her. But don’t grab it where it’s obvious.

Open the box, toward her, not yourself, wait for her to turn around. Ask her to marry you, ask her to make you her wife, tell her that she’s the best thing in your life and you can’t imagine being anywhere without her. Tell her how you’re ready to spend every year, every week, every day with her. Tell her you don’t want to be her girlfriend anymore, you want to be her wife.

You had just started running through your speech in your head when you were interrupted by the stabbing in your finger.

“Let me look at it baby, sit.” She pats the countertop and you hop up sticking your hand out to her. “Here let’s run it under the water.” She encourages you. Now feeling overwhelmed from the idea of proposing, on top of injuring yourself, you start panicking inside.

“Jess I’m fine I just wasn’t paying attention.” You try and brush her off, only admitting you weren’t focused brings up concerns for Jessie.

“You’ve been spacing out a lot these past few days, is something bothering you?” Her hand comes to rest on your knees, you can feel her gaze in the side of your head but your eyes are fixated to the side looking down at your finger running under the faucet. You knew she would say yes to your proposal, you two had discussed marriage before, multiple times, you both were ready. But that didn’t make it any less nerve wracking.

“I don’t want you to be your girlfriend.” The words come out of your mouth. Naturally since that was the part of the speech you were practicing and rehearsing, that part of the speech falls out of your mouth.

“What?” She removed her hands from where they had been gently caressing your knees. She takes a few steps back, her face a mix of hurt and confusion, her eyebrows pinched together, a frown across her lips.

You had just told Jessie after five years of dating you didn’t want to be her girlfriend, with seemingly no reason.

“Oh my god.” Now you have no choice. You clasp your hand over your mouth and throw yourself off of the counter, running to your shared bedroom. You don’t even care that you’re bleeding. You rip open your sock drawer throwing socks across the room.

While you’re scrambling Jessie comes into the room, she was confused before but now she's angry. “What the fuck?”

“Hang on!” You shout at her, panic filling your body, digging out more and more socks not caring where they landed in the room, just searching.

“What the fuck are you doing, you say you’re breaking up with me and now you’re making a mess!” The pitch of her voice is up, you can tell she’s unsure of what’s going on, she’s nervous. At least that made two of you.

“No!” You shout as you throw out another pair of socks, finally feeling your fingers close around the wooden box. You grab it and pull it out. You hold it in your hands, looking at it for a second before remembering what you’re supposed to be doing. You kneel down, looking up at Jessie who has a mixed appearance of distress and surprise written across her face.

“Jessie, oh my god I’ve messed this up, I am so sorry” You start, immediately forgetting the speech that you worked on for weeks, the speech you practiced in the car, in the shower, at work, at home when Jessie wasn’t there, forgotten in an instant. So you just made one up.

“I don’t want you to be my girlfriend anymore because I want to make you my fiancée, and then my wife. I am so in love with you, you are the best thing that has happened to me. You are the kindest soul, my best friend, I have wanted to put a ring on your finger for years, and I want to spend every day with you.” It’s at this point you realize you are just holding a closed box up to your girlfriend. Of course she’s smart and knows what’s happening, you pop the box open mid speech anyway, causing Jessie to let out a giggle.

“I want to have a family with you, I want to travel with you, I want to cook dinner together, and clean the house with you, I want to do everything by your side. So, Jessie Alexandra Fleming, will you give me the honor of being your fiancée, and will you marry me?” You feel your hands shaking as you hold the box out to her.

You realize, despite staring up at Jessie, your vision had practically blacked out while you were speaking, suddenly having no recollection of the past minute. What you do see is your teary eyed girlfriend standing in front of you, nodding, her hand over her mouth. You can tell by her eyes she’s smiling.

“Yes. Yes, of course I’ll marry you, I love you.” She reaches down her hands coming to your face to pull you to stand, she pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss.

“I love you.” You say when you pull away, tears now in your own eyes.

“I love you.” Jessie whispers against your lips. You kiss her again before pulling back to take the ring out of the box. You hold out your other hand to take Jessie’s palm, gently pushing the ring onto her finger, your own hands still shaking.

She grabs your face, kissing you again. “I’m no longer your girlfriend.” She says when she pulls away, teasing you. You then start to realize that you just proposed. You had just proposed in your bedroom, with socks laying all across the room, you’re in ratty pajama pants and one of Jessie’s shirts, she’s in a pair of shorts and a crewneck. She was beautiful, stunning like always, no matter what she wore, but now you were worried she’d be mad she wasn’t at least a little more dressed up for this moment. You had done this all wrong, there was no picnic, no breakfast, no speech, no photos of the moment.

“I know, I’m so sorry, Jessie. I planned a whole thing, breakfast, the park, tomorrow, a picnic, your sister, our first date, I had a speech, there were going to be photos, I messed it up.”

“You didn’t mess it up, this was perfect.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.” You say hanging your head, you should be celebrating but after your months of work perfecting your proposal idea you managed to blow it the day before.

“I’m not, I don’t lie to you. This,” she gestures between the two of you and around the room, “this is a perfect example of us, this mix of crazy and impulsive, that’s who you are, that’s the version of you that I fell in love with. You’re not a perfectionist, you’re not calculated, and that’s why I love you, I love how you are. The planning, the overthinking, it’s not you baby, this, the socks everywhere, the pajamas, the intimacy and privacy of this, this is you, this is us. I mean that, this is so much better. I can’t wait to get to experience this and you everyday for the rest of my life.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, now let’s get you cleaned up, you’re still bleeding on the floor.”

[elliespassagerprincess]

Headcannons: Milf!abby anderson x reader (part 3)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

☆ Milf Abby who’s literally the sweetest girlfriend ever. A little old school, but she’s still cute.

☆ Milf Abby who buys you weekly flowers, and who packs you lunch.

☆ Milf Abby who helps you plan lessons and sometimes comes and helps you teach.

☆ Milf Abby who gets baby fever if she sees you with kids.

☆ Milf Abby who said I love you after 3 days of dating.

☆ Milf Abby who has you as her lock screen.

☆ Milf Abby who plans family dates for you and her daughter.

☆ Milf Abby whose heart clenches when she sees how much Aubrey talks about you.

☆ Milf Abby who feels like a teenager because of you.

☆ Milf Abby that’s confused when you text her slang

Abby: ill come pick you up later?

you: yeah baby, I have to go now ttyl

Abby: what is that

☆ Milf Abby who finds pop culture drama interesting because she’s never really took interest in it till you appeared.

☆ Milf Abby who discovers so much and she feels old, but you never judge or make fun of her for it.

☆ Milf Abby who knows you’re the one.

☆ Milf Abby bought you an engagement ring after 2 weeks of dating. It was a simple ring because she knew you didn’t like big and extravagant things (unless it’s her dick-)

☆ Milf Abby who wants to propose to you at a family BBQ

☆ Milf Abby who takes you to meet her family after 4 months of dating, and she knew that this was the weekend she was going to propose.

☆ Milf Abby who held your hand the entire time, when you were being introduced.

☆ Milf Abby who tried staying by your side, but then you snatched away by Aubrey and her cousins.

☆ Milf Abby who stared at you with a smile as you were playing with the kids because you were just that pretty.

☆ Milf Abby who gets cocky when her family tells her she made the right choice.

“You got yourself a pretty girl abs”

“I know”

☆ Milf Abby who was having a good night till her ex-wife showed up.

“What are you doing here?” Abby asked through gritted teeth.

“it’s a family event, can I not be here?”

“you aren’t family”

“Abby she barley sees her mother:

“did you forget we have a child together?”

☆ Milf Abby who wanted to leave but you convinced her to stay for the sake of Aubrey.

“but she’s a bitch”

Aubrey grabbed onto your hand and she ran to her mother. You watched the women’s face drop at the sight of you

“Abby please”

☆ Milf Abby who wanted to slap her ex-wife every time she gave you a dirty look.

“mom this mommy’s girlfriend! isn’t she pretty?!”

The women stared at you with hatred in her eyes. She extended her hand out to grab your other hand in a tight handshake “I’m Kimberly” then you told her your name. The two of you fell into a awkward conversation, until she brought up Abby.

“how long have you been together?” she asked

“4 months” you replied with a smile.

“isn’t it too early to be meeting the family?” she asked, and you rolled your eyes before you responding: “isn’t it too bitchy to judge what I do in my relationship?”

Kimberly stared at you with wide eyes.

☆ Milf Abby who was listening to the whole interaction and she had the biggest smile on her face. That her girl.

☆ Milf Abby who was glued by your side the entire night, but you somehow got lost.

☆ Milf Abby who saw Kimberly walk up to her and she knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“What do you want?” Abby groaned.

“Look I need to say something”

“then talk”

The women took a deep breath before she started spewing nonsense: “I think she’s too young for you! She’s childish”

“that’s your opinion, you know nothing about her”

“well I don’t like her” Kimberly went on.

“that’s ok, but she’s my girlfriend so I don’t know why its bothering you”

“I don’t want her around Aubrey”

that was Abby’s final straw.

“Listen here, you’re barley present in our daughters life. She’s been a better mother to her that you, ever were! You know shit about Aubrey”

“I do” she tried arguing.

“if you did you would’ve know she doesn’t like the nutty chocolate you brought for her”

Kimberly went quiet. Abby continued on to talk.

“You are a shit person. You were a shitty wife, and a shitty mother. My daughter doesn’t deserve that. She needs someone like her. She’s my everything and I would fucking kill for her, so I suggest you stay out of my family’s life”

“but she’s still my daughter”

“she might be but I have full custody” Abby chuckled. “And besides not everyone was made to be a mother, especially you” Kimberly stood there quietly, and she left the party soon after.

☆ Milf Abby who was relieved that she was finally gone.

☆ Milf Abby whose family knew about the proposal and they were helping her plan it.

As the party continued to go on you stood at the table, helping Abby’s aunts with making salads. It was odd, everything became more and more quiet.

You felt arms wrap around you and you knew it was her.

“Hi” you giggled

“hi” she replied. You could practically hear her smile.

“You having fun baby?” Abby asked.

“yeah”

You noticed her sudden silence before you asked: “are you ok?”

Abby took a deep breath. She was nervous. You could tell.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking”

“about?”

“I want this”

“Salad?”

“no” she chuckled. 

“A life with you”

Your heartrate increased.

“I want us to grow old together and throw family BBQ’s. I want us to have a big house, so Aubrey can bring her kids over one day. I want to spend forever waking up next to you, and I want to grow our family….”

During her speech you didn’t notice that she let go of you. You were too busy processing her words at that moment.

“Baby look at me” Abby spoke. You slowly turned around to see Abby’s family surrounding the two of you and her on her one knee, with a delicate ring in her hand.

“Will you marry me?” She asked unsure.

You looked at her with wide eyes, no words were coming out out.

“Say yes! please I can’t wait any longer” Aubrey yelled from the sidelines. You saw Abby chuckle.

You fell down onto your knees before you grabbed her face for a kiss.

“I guess that’s a yes” Abby chuckled when she pulled away.

“fuck yes”

She slipped the ring onto your finger before she got up and yelled “she said yes!” The crowd erupted in screams and cries.

☆ Milf Abby who kissed you passionately as tears flowed from both your eyes.

This was true love.

my pookie: (the tag list): @elliens4

[sstan-hoe]

◇ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — stepdad!bucky barnes × stepdaughter!fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — it's your weeding day, you are marrying the man you love...or are you? he says he loves you, so why is he letting you marry the man he claims is not right for you?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — angst, I hope you're crying, SMUT, fingering, oral (f receiving) p in v, light daddy kink, a bit of degrading and mean bucky, light praise, cheating

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog, comment and/or follow | I got this idea from reading something on tumblr but I can't remember who posted it, tell me what you think!

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃

“He asked me, he asked me, mom he asked me!” you squealed as you entered the kitchen showing off your engagement ring with a big smile.

Your mother's eyes widened in excitement, she hugged you tight and whispered in your ear how happy she was for you. With pleasure you returned the hug, still not able to believe Peter had asked you to marry him.

“When’s the date, sweetie?” she asked as she led you to the living room to sit down. “We didn’t exactly set a date, but we wanted a summer-ish wedding, like summer but still spring,” you explained your mother who smiled dreamily.

“Oh, yes! May is perfect for that,” she proposed to which your eyes lit up, “yes, yes May is great!” you hugged her again.

“This gives us four months to plan, do you two have any other plans?” your mother asked, she was happy you finally found your happiness in Peter. She adored the young man and always told everyone how he would be her son in law.

“Not exactly, we know that we want to keep it quiet. Just family and close friends,” you explained. You hated having to many people around you and if it was just your family and friends you would feel a lot more comfortable.

Your mother agreed with you, however she fought against the urge to change your mind. She needed to respect your wishes, even if she didn’t want to agree with them.

Just then the front door opened and Bucky Barnes, your stepfather walked in. Your mother immediately stood up and fell into his arms with excitement, confused he hugged her back with a smile.

“What has gotten into you honey?” he questioned lovingly, his wife squealed, “my baby is getting married! Peter asked her to marry him, and she said yes.”

Bucky’s eyes squinted at the news, “did he now?”

Bucky Barnes, CEO of Winter Techs, successful businessman and new husband of your mother for three years now. One day you came back home and walked into your father’s house to find a stranger sitting comfortably on the couch with your mother.

The moment she saw you she got nervous and babbled about how they met, how much they loved each other.

You inspected him more closely as he came to introduce himself, he was the complete opposite of your father. Dark hair, broad shoulders, a light stubble beard, tall as well as muscular and most of all younger than her.

Add to that from the looks he was more your type than hers, you never questioned her why she chose someone younger. It wasn’t your place and after gathering more information about Bucky your questions were quickly answered.

After your father died your mother fell in dept and needed the money, Bucky had money, a lot of money and to top it all off he made her feel young as if she wasn’t almost eighteen years older than him – five years more than you.

You couldn’t believe her. You wondered if she actually loved him or if she just wanted the money and the feeling of youth.

Over time you got to know Bucky better despite your efforts to stay away, it wasn’t just that you didn’t want a relationship with him but also the fact that he was insanely attractive.

Bucky however always sought contact with you until you couldn’t stay away anymore. The man could read you like no other and knew of your attraction towards him. One night, your mother in bed and you alone with Bucky, you acted and kissed him.

This was it, that was the start of your affair with Bucky. You wanted to stop, but he was addicting and to your surprise the relationship wasn’t just sexual, no he took care of you and whispered sweet words in your ear.

Long story short. You fell for him but knew he would never feel the same or act on it which was the reason you decided to move on. The only problem? Bucky didn’t accept it, you landed in bed together more often than you’d like to admit.

Peter could be your salvation, he could help you break the cycle. This marriage could be your way out, right?

“I’m happy for you, sweetheart,” Bucky snapped you out of your thoughts with a smile on his face as if was really happy for you. “Thank you, Bucky,” you said tight lipped and pushed yourself up from the cushions.

You want to leave as soon as possible, not wanting to be in the same room as him any longer. “I’ve got work tomorrow so I will go to bed now…,” you stated, and your mother hugged you tightly again. “Proud of you my girl,” she whispered and kissed your cheek, “good night,” Bucky nodded along.

With that you walked up the stairs, a relieved sigh blowing from your lips. You needed a shower, thankfully you had your own bathroom which shielded you from any unwanted intruders.

The hot water relaxed your muscles, and you could feel the tension leaving your body. Hopefully this would all end in a few months.

After the shower you turned on your hairdryer and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. Your thoughts running wild, but the sound of the hairdryer smoothing you.

With a frightened squeak you jumped up a little bit. Bucky had entered with a glare on his face, “marriage huh?” he asked while sitting down. You scoffed at his audacity, “what? Did you expect me to never move on and always pine after you?”

Bucky shook his head, of course not but he wouldn’t let this boy take you away from him. You belonged to him, and he would make sure you knew that.

“No, but you shouldn’t settle for someone like him,” he admitted and closed his hand around yours, but you pulled away quickly. “Someone like him? He’s nothing but good to me, worships the ground I walk on, always knows when I need something, is the nicest person you’d ever meet and he loves me,” your voice broke in the end.

“And I don’t love you? I don’t worship the ground you walk on? I don’t know when you need something, I’m not good to you milyy?” Bucky’s voice is hard, he grips your jaw instead to make you look at him.

He loosened your towel and revealed your naked body, his fingertips grazed over your sensitive skin. You could feel him putting his jaw on your shoulder, his lips close to your ear.

“Tell me, do I not love you?” he questioned again, beginning to stroke your clit. You didn’t want to answer him, his questions were unfair, and he knew it. “Mhm, you’re already wet,” the deep voice sends shivers down your spine, only making you wetter.

“James we can’t,” you whined, letting your head fall back against the wall. A slap on your drenched cunt had you gasping, “what’s my name?” Bucky growled. “Daddy,” you whimpered, a deep chuckle sounding through your ears at the word, “good girl.”

His unoccupied hand closed around your throat, the cool metal sending shivers along the back of your neck. He made you look into his ocean blue eyes, they were filled with lust, lust for you.

You closed your eyes, not being able to look into his eyes any longer. He would draw you under his spell again, you couldn’t let it happen…, “look at me milyy,” he commanded, voice angelic and hard to resist.

“Mhm, you look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck,” Bucky praised, his hand fit around your neck like a necklace. The only one you wanted to wear forever.

While his lips ghosted over yours, his fingertips circled your mound. You whimpered, the brunette always teased you to no end. It was torture, sinful, pleasurable torture.

Two of his fingers entered your tight hole, you squeezed them tight as he curled them inside you. The tightness had him scoffing teasingly, “how can you still be this tight? How often have I fucked you yet huh? One would think I’ve stretched you out by now,” he purred against your mouth.

Oh, how true his words were. Almost every night he would sneak into your room and gift you immense pleasure. At the beginning he had to careful as to not hurt you, the first few times he prepped you until he was able to fully fit inside you.

“I have given you so much, and this is how you thank me?” with a sharp tone he hit your certain spot which had you moan pathetically.

If you could, you would have scoffed, the audacity. He gave you broken promises, countless nights of heartbreak that left you crying yourself to sleep. Those moments seemed to overshadow the good ones by now, the ones you should have had more off.

“Poor guy…how will he take it when you tell him you changed your mind?” his words were laced with honesty, Bucky knew what he was saying and meant every word off it.

The way he massaged your spongy walls made you yearn for more, though your orgasm wouldn’t come easy. They never did with Bucky and if it wasn’t for your current situation you’d preen in every second of it. Now, right in this moment, something was difficult.

“Aww, milyy, my beautiful girl...do you want to come? Tell me I’m the only one, tell me you only love me,” if you weren’t drowning in pleasure, you would have heard his voice waver at the end of the sentence. Bucky didn’t want to lose you.

“You’re the only one, I only love you,” the words melted from your tongue easily, no doubt in your tone.

You shakily moaned as his fingertips pressed against your sweet spot, a tight feeling spread in your stomach. Bucky had his metal fingers still on your throat but you clawed onto his back with compact breaths as you chanted his name over and over again like a prayer.

Nails digging into the white dress shirt that covered his beautiful body, thumb flicking your clit and fingers curling. “Come,” he demanded, letting go of your throat to steady your back, “come on my fingers, show me how good you can listen to me milyy.”

Listen you did, your orgasm came crashing down on you. Even with the blow dryer on your moan would have been heard if it weren’t for Bucky swallowing your mouth with his.

He almost muted your sounds, the kiss made you think you’re in heaven, you wished it could stay like this. Bucking your hips against Bucky’s thigh to create more friction was no use.

As you came down from your high everything downed on you. Lips still locked with Bucky in a passionate kiss, it reminded you of easier times…if they ever were. He was the man of your dreams, but he could never truly be yours.

Still in your little headspace Bucky picked you up and carried you to your bed, he turned off the hair dryer before kissing your forehead gently. “I’ll get you a tea and then we will find a way how you can break the news to Peter,” was all he said and then left your bedroom.

You registered his words slowly, you finally needed to break the cycle. Carefully you walked to the door and locked it, sliding down the hard wood closing your eyes defeated.

Muffled footsteps echoed through the door. Bucky tried opening the door. It didn’t open, again, still closed. With more strength this time, still closed. A scowl overtook his features, “milyy, open the door. I won’t tell you again,” his voice hard and demanding.

“We need to stop, this was the last time,” it was hard saying these words, but they needed to be said, “I’m going to marry him, I’m going to marry Peter.”

Bucky slammed his fist against the door, “no, no. Milyy you won’t, no!” A tear rolled down your cheek at the volume of his voice, why did this have to be so hard? “James leave, please,” another tear grazed your skin.

On the other side of the door Bucky had his forehead leaned against the wood, ‘James’ only you used his first name. Everyone else used his nickname or ‘Mr. Barnes’ but not you, it became special to him and strengthened the bond between you two.

“Open the fucking door,” he sounded demanding – he was. Again, he banged his fist against the door before sliding down like you, his hand pressed to the door.

“Don’t, I love you,” Bucky’s tone was softer now and his voice broke while all your dams broke. Tears streamed down your cheeks, “you have to leave,” you sobbed wiping away the tears, “Bucky,” you said his nickname to underline the importance behind it and the need to act as if there was nothing more than a father-daughter relationship.

Bucky shook his head desperately, it hurt to hear you say his nickname in a situation like this. One single tear escaped his eye, he wasn’t ready to lose you.

Neither one of you were able to sleep that night, you cried yourself to sleep, and Bucky laid awake next to your mother not touching an inch of her.

The next day you avoided him as much as you could, instantly met up with Peter. You spoke with him and a few days later packed your things to move out of your mothers home. She was happy for you while Bucky glared at Peter’s back the whole time.

All he could do was watch you leave, his heart breaking with every piece of you that left. To your mother he acted as if he was just a little sad you moved out, she believed him and loved the whole act of him stepping into the father figure.

The months leading up to your wedding you barley came to visit your mother at her house. Bucky laid awake most nights with you on his mind, his heart completely shattered.

Meanwhile you didn’t feel any different, but the attraction you felt towards Peter helped you. Everyday you animated him to have sex with you, made him go shopping with you, tried being with him every second just so you wouldn’t think of Bucky.

Peter didn’t mind, he enjoyed the time and only fell deeper in love with you.

Your wedding day. It was, finally, your way out. Today you had to face Bucky again, he would walk you down the isle – a wish your mother had. Hopefully everything go well today.

Currently you were getting ready, your maid of honour and mother helping you. They talked to you, how happy they were for you, but all you could think about was Bucky. Why wouldn’t he leave your mind? Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, you’re marrying the love of your life…or are you?

“I think I need a minute…alone,” you whispered, letting your head hang down as you fiddled  with your fingers. “Of course, honey,” your mom said and kissed your cheek, then moving out of the room with your friend.

As soon as they were gone you sighed heavily, why was it so hard? You wanted to cry but didn’t dare to smudge your make up which took the stylist an hour.

A soft knock caused your head to snap up, you prayed it wasn’t Bucky, “come in,” you announced and to your dismay it was Bucky. You hoped it was your dismay.

“Hey,” he greeted you and closed the door behind him, locking it. “Unlock the door,” you tried to keep your voice strong, to not let him know that he had an effect on you with just walking in the room.

“Please, let us talk,” he begged walking over to you. “We don’t need to talk, it’s too late,” turning your head you looked right into his ocean blue eyes which were filled with hurt.

“It’s not, I love you and you love me,” Bucky took your hands, the familiar feeling of warmth and comfort spreading through your body. “If you loved me you wouldn’t still be married to my mother Bucky,” your voice disgusted at the fact that he was still with your mother and slept with her.

He fell on his knees before you, “don’t call me Bucky, you always say James,” he whispered as his head came to rest on your lap. It hurt you to say Bucky as well, gladly you would go back to James, but it would be wrong right?

“That doesn’t change anything. I’m tired, tired of sharing you with my own mother who only married you for your money and to tell herself she’s still young,” you sniffled as the words left your mouth, you loved your mother, but it was the truth and Bucky went along with it.

“You told me you loved me and then went to sleep in her bed, do you know how much that hurts? I wanted to be with you day and night, but can you say the same?” the tears broke finally free. Until the very end you believed him, it was wrong you knew that.

“Milyy, don’t cry, please. I love you, I know I should have left her and I will, I have the papers ready,” lifting his head he loosened his right hand to wipe away your tears.

You were shocked by that reveal, did he lie? Was he being honest? How could you find out? Why did you even care? You cared because you loved, loved him more than you should.

“I can’t just leave. I risked so much for you, I’m done risking everything for you,” you shock your head. In about thirty minutes you were supposed to walk down the fucking isle and marry, and here you were crying, smudging your make up because of Bucky who declared his love for you and that he was close to divorcing your mother because of you.

“I love you so much, I know what you’re risking but I promise you I’m not lying. This time I won’t stay away, I won’t leave. You are my everything, you’ve been for a long time now and I’m sorry I didn’t show you properly,” both of his hands were now on your face catching the tears. Bucky moved his body up to be face to face with you.

You wanted to believe him, no, a part of you already believed him. After all your body yearned for him and as much as you loved Peter, he was no match to Bucky.

“James…,” hope lit up in Bucky’s eyes as you said his name, his first name, “I love you, but…,” was there really a ‘but’? There should be, Peter is a worthy, ‘but’ he should be the one.

“Milyy I’m done, I will show you how much you mean to me,” words hard he bunched up your dress and vanished under the fabric. You knew what was about to happen as you felt his rough pads dance along your skin.

The brunette pushed your white thong aside, “mhm white lingerie, picked it out just for Peter? For the big wedding night?” his voice was muffled but you were still able to hear his teasing word for word.

He latched onto your cunt without hesitating and groaned as soon as he tasted you, “how much I missed this pretty pussy.” At the deep groan you weren’t able to hold your whimper back, why did he have to be this hot?

With his metal thumb he stroked over your clit, the coolness sending a shiver down your spine. His tongue moved in and out of your leaking hole, the feeling of pleasure consuming your body and Bucky’s sinful words filling your thoughts.

“Oh, milyy have you let him eat your cunt? Let him have a taste of my cunt?” a slap on your sensitive mound pulled an unexpected squeal from you, “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

“I did, I let him eat my pussy, I’m sorry daddy,” you whine and oh how quick you were to fall for him again.

He shook his head, mumbling how disappointed he was in you. Still, he let his tongue back to roaming through your cunt, hitting your sweet spot which he found instantly.

As he devoured you like you were his last meal your orgasm approached. A tight knot build up in your stomach, you scrunched your eyes shut only waiting for the blissful feeling to overtake you. Bucky knew you were close, not just your stomach tightened no, your cunt almost imprisoned his tongue.

Bucky’s cool thumb drew circles on your clit before he gently bit his teeth down on your bundle of nerves. A pornographic moan slipped from your lips as a rush of ecstasy crashed into you, it was all it took for you to have one of the best orgasms in months.

With his tongue he guided you through your high, he was proud to have you shaking under him.

Replacing his tongue with two of his flesh fingers, Bucky pulled his head from beneath your dress. “I’m not done with you yet,” a sentence that promised pure pleasure and stilled a need in you.

“You look beautiful in white milyy,” Bucky cooed curling his fingers as he laid his hand back on your cheek, thumb stroking your bottom lip. You closed your mouth around his digit, sucking gently exactly like you sucked his cock.

His head fell back and his dress pants tightened, cock rock hard pressing against the fabric. It didn’t help his case that you, dressed in white was something he dreamed off.

Butterflies erupting in your tummy, you understood him. You missed his cock too much, no one was like, could be like him. Bucky was loosing his patience, retracting his fingers, and moving his hands to your waist. He lifted you onto the table, tugging the top of your breast down exposing your lace covered breasts.

“Would you look at that? Wearing a lace set I bought you, do you think he deserves to see you in it or were you waiting for me? Hoping I’d show up?” Of course, you hoped he’d show up, but you tried to repress the wish.

A scowl placed on his lips, “you dare to wear it for him,” he growled as he undid his pants revealing his beautiful cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, thick, and the girth is proportioned along his shaft while the head of his cock is even thicker. Mushroom formed head leaking with precum, his pretty curve you’d knew would hit every spot.

Oh, how bad you wanted to suck him off, “hold that for me milyy,” he ordered, holding up your dress. Doing as told you gripped the white fabric, wanting to do everything he asked of you. “Be quiet, we don’t want your mother hearing you…or your soon to be husband. What would they do if they knew you getting fucked by your stepdaddy huh?”

Your mother would disinherit you and Peter would curse you to the moon, but you didn’t care you wanted Bucky.

Slowly he pushed his tip in, already stretching you slightly, “daddy,” you whimpered. Had he been becoming bigger since you last fucked him? A tear rolling down your cheek, however this time from pleasure.

He continued pushing in, the way he stretched you made you feel a kind of pain you welcomed. “Fuck, see? This is what happens when I don’t fuck you enough. You’ve gotten tighter, I need to stretch you again. You will let daddy split you apart won’t you milyy?” Bucky began moving his hips at a slow pace, wanting an answer from you.

You tried focusing on forming words, but your head felt empty, he filled you up too good. A deep chuckle sounded through the room, “can’t believe I already fucked you dumb,” he could believe it.

“Yes, harder,” finally you managed to say something, and it didn’t surprise Bucky, but who was he to deny your wish? His pace became rougher.

With every thrust he hit your spot, god how much he loved the feeling of you clenching your walls together. When he added his thumb into the play you moaned louder than before. He loved the sounds he could drive from you but it was too dangerous right now.

“Keep making those loud sounds and I will have to punish you,” lacing his metal hand around your throat and squeezing it as a warning made your walls clench resulting in your lover groaning.

If your head wasn’t empty maybe you would have been able to bite something back. Even though Bucky was pummelling and destroying your pussy, you need him closer. Wrapping your legs around his middle you brought him closer to you.

His cock hitting deep inside you, without the dress there would have been a belly bulge visible.

“Missed me so much milyy? God, I’m gonna come and let you milk my cock till the last drop,” Bucky was close to the edge, it had been too long since last had his cock buried inside you.

“Come for daddy,” you tightened around him but needed more, something was missing, “fucking come for me, I said,” his tone became harsher, more controlling. Bucky pressed lightly on your throat. That was it the choking, the thumb circling your clit, the way he split you open with his cock.

A pathetic whine left you as you came all over Bucky’s cock, bliss shooting through your veins. “James,” you sighed over and over again, the name music in Bucky’s ears.

“Good girl,” he praised, his pace becoming uneven as his high neared, “milk every last drop of me or I will paint your pretty face with it and let you walk down the aisle covered in my cum.” He didn’t have to ask twice for you to drain him.

He reached his high and let his head fall on your breast to muffle his groan. You accepted every drop of him like you were told, your hands snaking into his hair to keep him where he was.

The last drop came from him, he stilled in your cunt. Endorphins jumping through the air, you’ve never been happier. Bucky, your James was with you again, “I love you, James,” you whispered with a smile. He wasn’t able to keep himself from smiling either, gently he freed his hair from your grasp, “I love you too, milyy,” with joy he locked your lips with his.

Your hands rested on his cheek, the fire and passion you two held still not gone.

Suddenly a knock on the door broke you from the moment you shared with Bucky. With wide eyes you sat up causing Bucky to whimper as he was still inside you.

“Honey? Are you ready? We’re about to start in five minutes, I’ll get Bucky and then we can start,” your mother’s voice could be heard. Everything that just happened downed on you, how could you fall into Bucky again? No, no, no, this couldn’t be true.

Bucky let go of you and pulled his cock out, dripping with you mixed juice. “You have to decide now, leave with me or marry him,” his tone was serious, “maybe this will help you,” reaching into his pocket he pulled out a plug and pushed it into your leaking hole, “wanna make you keep everything.”

Just then you instantly stood up, “this was wrong, you’re lying. You will never leave my mother,” you run around to room, trying to fix yourself.

“How can you be so fucking stubborn. I’m going to divorce her, you get that? I will leave her for you, we can be together. You won’t marry that boy, milyy.” Even Bucky was getting fed up by now, he just wanted you and no one else.

“Those are just words James. You say this and that but when are you going to do something!” You raised your voice, after all this time and he still didn’t understand it.

“You say that now, you will divorce her, but what if I marry Peter. What then? You keep being married to her? As long as you don’t act on nothing, I will marry him,” you couldn’t let him bring you under his spell again just to hurt you. Peter was good for you and acted when he said something.

Bucky scoffed, he was serious. Everything was ready, Steve made the divorce papers, Natasha searched him a new house and the missing piece was you.

“Honey?” your mom called again and this time you answered, “I'm coming!” You gave Bucky one last glance, “will you act on it, James?”

Bucky couldn’t get one word over his lips, he wanted to and he already did act on it, but why was is it so hard to say something?

His silence was defining for you, you shock your head with a glare and walked out to your mother who was excitingly awaiting you, “everything alright?” she asked. You smiled, it was forced but she didn’t seem to notice, “I will walk down alone,” was all you could say.

Your mother was confused, why wouldn’t you let Bucky walk with you? Before she could ask you were on your way and the ceremony began.

Peter smiled, even shed tears as he saw you, however your tears were of hurt instead of happiness. As it began you noticed Bucky coming back in the corner of your eye and whisper something to your mother which left her shocked. A hint of hope sparked in your chest.

Everything went like it should, you said your vows, even were able to say ‘I do’ which to you felt more painful than it should have. “Does anyone here have something against this union? Speak now or be silent forever,” the priest said.

“I do,” a deep, familiar voice said. Shocked everyone turned to the one who those word belonged to, all eyes on Bucky, James, “I have something against it.”

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Request: video gamer Steve who is very very private & constantly has competitions with his friends/followers. But one day he does & q&a and someone asks him about his ring/necklace (or something that is noticeable) & he talks about his partner. & Eddie who is a well known musician who talks about his partner Steve. And somehow their fans put it together that Steddie are together. Then they do a really cute q&a on Steve's channel all about their relationship & its really cute

MY LOVE!!! Honestly, if Liam didn't watch so many gamers on YouTube, I would be so clueless. I never got into video games (because I'm so so bad at them you guys it is actually embarrassing) and I never really watched streamers on YouTube or anything. But I know that some of them have like a cult following and so I am picturing Steve to be one of those here. Please don't ask what games he would play because this is a choose your own adventure part of the story. - Mickala ❤️

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Everyone made fun of Steve for how much he talked with his hands. Even on camera, his hands were constantly in the frame, moving and emphasizing his passion for whatever game he was playing for that stream.

He should have realized that wearing a ring on his usually bare hands would have given him away.

It was his first livestream competition since Eddie proposed on their trip to the Maldives.

He was still a little high off of, well, everything, and he wasn’t thinking clearly.

He ignored the first question that popped up.

who got you that ring?

He shared some basic personal stuff with his fans and followers, but he kept most things private, especially his relationship.

But then questions kept coming in.

R U ENGAGED???

usually the girl wears the ring right

If you’re taken I might have to unsubscribe

The last one made him pause.

It’s not like he was an idiot, he knew that there would always be a handful of people who followed him because he was attractive. He didn’t mind, especially because some of them would message him and explain that they ended up getting into games because of him.

“Okay, wait. Sorry guys. Um. I wanna address something before we start the actual stream.” He held his hand up, looking over at the ring Eddie proposed with. “I share a lot with you guys. I came out about a year ago during a stream as bisexual, and it really shouldn’t have been much of a shock, but it caused a bit of a…thing.” He grimaced. “And I guess most of the reason that I came out then was because my boyfriend had come out as well, and it felt like something we could do together without actually doing it together. Most of you know I was just gone for a week on a much needed vacation. I was with my boyfriend, and he proposed while we were there. I said yes because he is the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.”

Steve put his hand down, sighing.

“I understand if that makes some of you unfollow me, but I do hope you look at yourself and try to come to terms with why that is what makes you unfollow someone you enjoy watching. Anyways, the ring is beautiful, and it's a simpler version of one he wears every day, so it means even more.”

He felt relieved, but also a little stressed, and knew he’d be calling Eddie as soon as this was over to talk to him about everything.

“Let’s get gaming!” He gave his best smile to the camera.

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“Yeah, we had a nice week off together, alone, and I finally got to propose. I don’t think we left the bed for 24 hours after that,” Eddie laughed.

The interviewer laughed too, used to Eddie’s jokes and blunt answers.

“I’m glad you got to spend some time just the two of you. This has been a busy world tour for you and Corroded Coffin and you’re only halfway through!” The interviewer, Hannah, stated. She smiled at him when he nodded. “Anything new planned for the second half of the tour?”

“We can’t give out secrets, Hannah, you know that,” Eddie smirked. “But Gareth did say I should tell you about one thing.”

Gareth definitely had a crush on Hannah and had pouted endlessly about being scheduled for a different interview at the same time as Eddie’s interview with her.

“Oh?” she leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

She maybe had a crush on him, too.

“He actually wrote a song that’ll be on our next album. He doesn’t usually get bit with the writing bug, but someone’s inspired him,” he winked at her, smiling at her blush. “Anyway, it’s been added to the setlist for the second leg of the tour and we’re all really excited for everyone to hear it.”

Eddie felt his phone vibrating in his pocket multiple times. All the guys knew he was in an interview and couldn’t answer a call, so who the hell was calling him?

It was easy enough to ignore through Hannah’s next question, until it started again.

He reached in his pocket and checked to see who it was, eyes going wide when he saw ‘Stevie’ with a picture of them on their vacation lighting up his screen.

Steve never called twice in a row unless it was an emergency. He knew if Eddie didn’t answer, he was truly busy.

He felt his heart racing as he looked back up at Hannah, who instantly seemed to catch on to something happening.

“We’re going to a commercial break, but when we’re back, Eddie’s gonna share a few hints about the next album!” Hannah said, immediately shutting the mics off and gesturing for him to get up.

Eddie took off his headphones and stood, walking out of the room as he answered the phone.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just-”

“Hey, no, it’s not bothering me. I was just in a radio interview with Hannah so we had to cut to commercial break before I could answer. What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned that something terrible had happened.

“Fuck, I forgot that was right now. I’m sorry. Call me back when you get to the bus,” Steve seemed like he was trying to rush off the phone.

“No, Stevie, wait. What’s wrong?” his tone was firm enough to let Steve know he wasn’t going to let this drop.

“Um. I just had a livestream thing. And like, people asked about the ring, so I told them I was engaged and some people just didn’t take it that well and then I went online and some people have apparently put it together that the Steve you talk about is me because of something I mentioned about my vacation and something you posted about the vacation and so I think everyone’s gonna know and I’m sorry,” Steve was panting by the end, speaking a million miles an hour literally taking the breath from him.

“Okay, well, we knew this would probably happen eventually, my love. I’ll just call the guys and we can talk to Chrissy about it if it gets picked up by the media. No reason to panic,” Eddie tried to calm him down while watching through the window to the recording booth where Hannah seemed to be introducing a song to kill more time.

“But I ruined our plan!”

“No, love. People ruined our plan. And it’s okay, anyway. We’ll figure it out.”

“But your fans will be mad that it’s me. I’m just…me!”

“You’re not just anything and any fan of mine who says or thinks that, isn’t a fan,” Eddie sighed. “I love you, and we will figure this out. Whatever we gotta do, okay?”

Steve let out a long breath before responding.

“I love you too. Tell Hannah I said hi?”

“Of course. I love you so much, okay? ‘Til death and beyond.”

Steve let out a small laugh.

“You’re not allowed to use those lyrics in the vows. But I love you so much, too.”

“We can discuss that later. I wrote you a very metal love song that I fully intend to use some of in the vows. Okay, bye!”

He hung up before Steve could argue and walked back into the studio, mouthing an apology to Hannah, who just waved it off with a smile.

Everything would be fine.

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“The lighting isn’t ideal, but it’ll be fine,” Steve was pacing, double checking his set up while Eddie watched.

He tried helping, but kept being told not to touch things, so he ended up just sitting on the hotel bed.

Steve had traveled halfway across the country to do this, his stress was at an all-time high, and Eddie didn’t need to get his head bitten off.

“Five minutes,” Steve said, shaking his hands nervously.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie said, waving him over to the bed.

“No, you’ll distract me.”

“Yes, which is exactly what you need for a minute. Come here.”

Steve sighed, but went over to him, dropping onto the bed and resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“What’s got you so worried?”

“Everything.”

Eddie sighed.

“But specifically.”

“I just don’t want you or the guys to lose fans because of me,” Steve was playing with the edges of the hole in Eddie’s jeans absentmindedly.

“Sweet boy, we lose fans because we endorse a certain amp brand over another. We’ll be fine.”

“This is bigger, though. I’m just a nobody who got lucky on YouTube playing some games,” Steve whined.

“And I loved you before that. If they don’t want me to be happy, they aren’t real fans anyway. You’re my future, not whatever woman still thinks she has a shot with my gay ass,” Eddie said.

“But it isn’t just you who suffers.”

“None of us suffer. We lose some homophobic, idiotic fans who shouldn’t ever have claimed to be fans at all. None of us want people like that around.”

Steve’s alarm went off to signal one minute before the livestream started.

He jumped up and pulled Eddie up with him.

They’d already gone over everything together, discussed it with Chrissy and the guys, even Steve’s manager, Robin, about how this would work.

Steve would pretty much act like it was any other livestream, but Eddie would be there for the first five minutes or so so they could do a quick explanation of things.

Eddie would do a phone interview with Hannah in 30 minutes while Steve was gaming, covering a bit more and answering some questions about their relationship.

Then they’d both have a night off to decompress in the hotel before Steve had to fly back home and Eddie had to head to the next tour stop.

Hopefully, the buzz would die down relatively quickly.

Steve did his normal intro, but Eddie’s hand rested on his knee out of sight, squeezing once when he heard his voice start to shake a little while introducing Eddie.

“There’s been some rumors about us, and we just wanna be completely honest about things so that the rumors stop,” Steve continued. “First of all, we’ve been together for almost four years. Way before I got anywhere with YouTube, before Corroded Coffin had even released their first album. And we were friends long before that.”

“Even though I had the biggest crush on him in high school, I didn’t admit I was in love with him until we both moved to Chicago. Wasted years,” Eddie shook his head.

“Second,” Steve smirked, looking over at him for a moment. “The week off in the middle of his tour had been planned for Jeff to go home and be with his family for his wife’s birthday and daughter’s graduation.”

“Anyone who thinks Steve threw a fit about needing a vacation and made the band take a break is just saying so out of spite that we had to move around one of the tour dates to make the week off work. It’s not up to you to come up with a narrative,” Eddie added, brow raised like he was chastising children.

“And finally, most importantly, what either of us choose to share is up to us. We do not owe anyone any explanations. Our relationship is ours. Being public figures already takes away a lot of our autonomy, and this is something neither of us will budge on. We are willing to share our happiness, but we are not willing to let everyone become a part of our life together.”

Sometimes, Steve said things in such a way that Eddie couldn’t do anything but stare at him in awe. He loved him more than anything, and sometimes the only thing he could do was kiss him.

He did so now, not exactly forgetting they were live streaming, just not really caring.

Steve tensed for a second, but then relaxed, cupping his cheek and smiling into the kiss.

Eddie pulled away and looked back at the camera.

“On that note, I’m gonna leave Steve here to his gaming. If you aren’t nice, I’ll ban you from Corroded Coffin shows for life,” he waved before standing and leaving the camera’s view.

Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly as Eddie walked out of the bedroom, blowing kisses back at Steve the entire way.

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After that, Eddie made random appearances on Steve’s live streams, and Steve flew out to a handful of shows to support Eddie.

It’s not that they were hiding before, but they just hadn’t felt like they should have to try to.

Now they didn’t.

Steve even did a Q&A with the band on tour while playing games with them.

They were all pretty terrible at it, complaining most of the time about how D&D was so much easier than this. Eddie didn’t play, but he sat next to Steve and braided his hair while he kicked their asses, asking them all the questions that popped up from people watching.

When he got to one for him, he smiled and kissed the top of Steve’s head.

“This question is for me. How did you know Steve was the one?” The guys all groaned, but they were smiling. “Well, I knew he was the one back in my first senior year. I tripped on the step into the gym and Steve was the only one there. He helped me up and smiled at me, and I was a goner.”

“He’s lying to you all,” Steve said without looking away from the game. “He knew when I made him homemade banana bread. His exact words were, ‘I’m gonna marry you so hard someday, Harrington.’ and then six months later he proposed.”

“Both can be true,” Eddie pouted.

Steve paused the game and turned to him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Every moment I have with you proves you’re the one for me,” he said before turning back to the game and leaving Eddie silently shocked.

“This is the last time we come on this thing, Steve,” Gareth said.

“Yeah. You broke him,” Jeff agreed.

[imtryingbuck]

Is Being In Love Always Painful?

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Bucky x Natasha

Summary: Your in love with Bucky but he marries Nat

Word count: 636 shes a shorty

Warnings: Angst, swearing, Nat being a bad friend? Terrible writing as always

A/N: there will be another two parts

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Loving him was easy. But he wasn’t yours to love, no that was for your best friend. You still loved him with every inch of you. 

Why? Because loving James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was easy.

You met him at school, he was your first friend actually. Starting a new school was terrifying especially when you don’t know anyone there. Ms Donovan paired you up with him so he could show you around, he made sure you ate with him and his friends, made sure no one picked on you. He was easy to be friends with.

He took you to prom when Jimmy Holland bailed on you, and that’s when you knew you was in love with him. His smile made your heart skip way too many beats to be normal, he danced and laughed the whole night with you. Prom was amazing just because of him.

You went to different colleges and even with the distance you still kept in touch, seeing each other twice a month, three times if you were really lucky.

Natasha became your best friend straight away since you both shared a dorm and you were into the same things. Nat knew of your feelings for Bucky so one day she told you to go and tell him, she even paid for the bus tickets. You stood there outside Bucky’s dorm going over your words that you selected carefully for the umpteenth time. You were both surprised, him being that you were there and you being that he had a pretty brunette standing behind him and him introducing her to you as his girlfriend. You left shortly after with some lame excuse that he either believed or simply didn’t care.

You went back to Nat and cried.

With graduation four months away, you finally introduced Nat and Bucky to each other and honestly didn’t think anything of it since Nat knew of your feelings.

A few weeks later Nat walked in to the kitchen as you was making dinner, shuffling back and forth. “Y/N umm I need to ask you something” Her voice was small which was something it never was. Giving her a nod she continued “so um Bucky asked me out on a date and I said yes, I just really like him and since he’s your best friend I wanted to know if that’s oka- shit are you okay?” You sliced your finger with the knife which hurt but not compared to the pain in your heart. But you couldn’t say anything, so you nodded. The night of their date, you cried and after their date you slept with headphones on just so you didn’t have to listen to them having sex.

It’s been three years since graduation and you were in the jewellers with Bucky. To get an engagement ring. He’s going to propose to Nat.

You were there when she squealed with joy, nodding so fast you thought her head was going to come off.

You said yes to being her maid of honour, you did everything for her. Helped plan the perfect wedding for your best friend and the man you were madly in love with.

You stood there watching Bucky cry as he watched Nat walk down the aisle towards him.

You watched as they exchanged vows.

You stood in the corner of the hall and watched them have their first dance as husband and wife.

You did it all with a smile on your face even with your heart breaking. 

Long after the newlyweds and guests left you was still in the hall cleaning up. Steve was supposed to help but you waved him off telling him to enjoy his night with Peggy. All alone in the room you let the tears fall.

Loving Bucky was so easy but also extremely painful.

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[bagopucks]

A. Matthews - Para Siempre

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Auston Matthews x Reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 3.7k

Warning(s): None?

Spanish Translations, in order of occurrence;

Por siempre y para siempre - forever and always

mamá ahora no - mom not now

Puedes proponer - you can propose

No en tu playa sexual - not at your sex beach

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“When your father proposed to me…”

Auston hadn’t been expecting the story of the century. Meaning, that his mother took as long as a century to tell it.

“It was extravagant!”

Auston had planned to propose in Arizona. When he invited Hudson and I home with him, I was only under the influence that I was going to meet his parents and enjoy a short vacation. Nothing more.

I also had little to no suspicion of any ulterior motive when he asked me to go to the store and get a few groceries for dinner. And I certainly didn’t expect anything when Hudson bounced along with me. Though perhaps I should have. Because Hudson hated grocery shopping.

“He had flowers everywhere! Oh and Auston- the ring!” Ema spoke as if Auston hadn’t seen it millions of times. His own mother’s engagement ring. Of course he knew what it looked like. “It has to be something she’ll love. Something that makes sense for her.” Dainty and beautiful. Sparkly. Auston stole a glance at his mother’s ring. Definitely not as big as hers. His lover wasn’t quite that extravagant. He already had the ring anyway. Stuffed away in an old hockey duffel in his closet. The safest place he thought to hide it.

“He took me out to one of the lake beaches way after dark, where we spent the night together.” Her brows lifted in a suggestive manner, and it caused all three of her kids to groan and whine in complaint.

Alexandria and Breyana only joined their brother and mother in the kitchen when they picked up on the marriage conversion. In true sisterly fashion, they wanted the details. As it turns out, they got too many unwanted details.

“That’s actually,” Ema set her glass of water down, “where you were conceived.” She pointed a finger at Alexandria.

“Mama!” The eldest daughter scolded for the lack of filter, while Auston snickered.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s life. And yours was created on that beach. Right after your father proposed.” Breyana’s head fell into her hands. When their mother grew older, all three feared the things that may come from her mouth.

“Oh quit complaining.” Ema rolled her eyes.

“The proposal, mom.” Auston swiftly guided her back on track. “Please.”

“Right. Well.. we ate.. then swam for a bit, laid down.. and eventually he pulled this ring out. He never bothered to get on one knee- but we were already laying down, so I figured it was close enough. And he opened the ring box, and I just couldn’t contain my joy.” Ema hugged herself as a smile formed on her lips. “And do you know what he said?”

“What?” Alexandria pried.

“He said, Por siempre y para siempre. Forever and always.”

Forever and always.

Auston kept that in the back of his mind. He let it sit. He thought it over. He gave it a good mental discussion. Forever and always was a long time. He had no second thoughts when buying the ring, or talking to Hudson. But cold feet creeps up on everybody at least once when they consider making the lifelong commitment that is to another person.

Two people in Auston’s case.

When I returned from the store, the home was exactly as I had left it. Auston was arguing with Alexandria in the kitchen, while Breyana sat on the couch scrolling through her phone, a smile on her lips the second she heard Hudson shout her name.

“Welcome home, girlie.” Breyana spoke as she wrestled Hudson for a hug. The boy giggled and tried to push her away.

“Hey, Brey. I got these groceries Ema needed.” I held the bag up as I kicked my shoes off.

“In the kitchen. Just be careful. Auston woke one of Alex’s demons.”

Demons. I snorted.

“Got it.” I whisked away, down the hall to peek into the kitchen, having to hold in a laugh at the scene I’d walked into. Alexandria had a tight hold on a lock of Auston’s hair, pulling it taught while he whined and begged for mercy in a language I didn’t fully understand. Perhaps Alex did have a few demons. Ones that could only be provoked by the tedious presence of a baby brother.

“Hope I’m not interrupting any sibling bonding.” I piped up from the doorway, watching the way both startled and stumbled away from one another. Auston whipped around to look at me, cheeks flushed and lips pursed, while Alex kept her back turned. I knew however, that there was a good chance she was smiling to herself.

“I got groceries.” I walked into the kitchen to set them on the counter, a smile spreading across my face the moment Ema came through. Her hands fell upon my shoulders as she passed, a silent expression of thanks before she spoke.

“You should be resting, sweetheart.” Ema suggested as she grabbed one of the handles of the plastic grocery bag and dragged it toward herself. “You’re on vacation. Don’t let my son make you run errands.” She spoke as if she didn’t have a clue why he asked me to go.

“Mom!” Auston protested, though he quieted when he saw the look she shot him from the corner of her eye.

“You know what you need?” Ema asked.

“What could I possibly need?” I sighed out with a smirk.

“A day at the beach.” My brow furrowed in curiosity when I watched Ema eye Auston once again.

“Mamá ahora no.” Auston seemed to scold her.

“Puedes proponer!” I leaned back slightly when Ema gestured to me. Clearly the subject of the unknown conversation.

“No en tu playa sexual!” Auston’s rebuttal had his sister falling into a fit of laughter, and I became increasingly interested when I realized their conversation had to do with something intimate.

“What are you guys talking about?” I asked, smiling nervously.

“Nothing, honey. Auston was just asking about date ideas earlier and I told him the beach was a good one.”

“Scottsdale doesn’t border any oceans.” I mentioned, somewhat confused.

“Lakeside stuff.” Auston swiftly interjected, shrugging. “It’s nice on hot days.”

“We could go.” I looked up at him, watching as he crossed the kitchen to stand by my side.

“As much as I’d love to, my mother ruined that idea for me.”

“What? Why?” I felt his arms snake around my sides.

“It’s not worth explaining.” He took a step backwards, dragging me along with him.

“Where are you taking me?” I reached behind myself to rest my hand on the back of his neck. Auston’s chin immediately fell against my shoulder.

“To my room.” He spoke, as if it was obvious. “It’s the only place we get any privacy here.”

“Oh your family is not that bad.” I laughed softly, following his lead as Auston slowly walked me backwards to the kitchen doorway.

“They’re the worst.” He teased before he pulled away and grabbed my hand.

“Auston Taylour!” I watched his face light up at the sound of his mother’s shout, and in a flash he was dragging me up the steps at such a speed I thought he might pull my arm out of its socket.

“Jesus, Aus!”

There was one thing I had gotten incredibly comfortable with since we arrived at Auston’s childhood home. And it was leaving Hudson alone. There was always somebody he was with. Somebody to keep him company or entertain him. And the girls simply fawned over him. Auston and I had more time to spend together. A little time without having to constantly fret over the kid a few feet away.

By the time we made it safely into his room, Auston had pushed the door shut, both of us heaving for air while he tried to listen for his mother.

“She’s a follower when she’s angry.” He explained.

“You stress her out too much.” I laughed softly, dropping onto his unmade bed. A twin size that I learned barely fit him growing up. The two of us had found multiple odd ways to sleep on it since arriving in Arizona. Most of the time it was just one on top of the other. Though I learned immediately one night that supporting Auston’s weight was a life or death situation, because he was too heavy to breathe under.

“I’m her kid. It’s my job to stress her out.” Auston defended himself with a smile, turning to look at me. I rolled my eyes at him. A mutual silence overtook the room, eyes wandering. Minds wandering.

“What were you and your mother talking about down there?” I watched something shift in Auston’s expression.

“Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

Forever and always.

There was no going back.

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What did forever and always even mean?

“I know you don’t like it Buddy.. just stick with me on this, okay?”

“When can I take it off?”

“After I propose to your mom.” Auston adjusted the bow tie on Hudson’s neck. His little button down and suspenders were nothing short of adorable. An outfit his mother helped pick out. Auston on the other hand, wore black slacks and a button down of his own, the first few buttons undone. Hudson found it unfair.

Forever and always.

Auston glanced at the ring box on the night stand. “Momma doesn’t know you’re proposing?”

“Nope. I asked her to fill the car with gas so we could get ready.” Auston explained.

“Is momma all dressed up?” He fidgeted with his tie while Auston grabbed the velvet box and slipped it into his pocket.

“I didn’t see her before she left. But I’m sure she’s beautiful.”

“What are you gonna say to her?” Hudson looked up at Auston, who adjusted his hair one last time before slipping his dress shoes on.

“Por siempre y para siempre.” Auston spoke, sure as he would ever be.

“What does that mean?”

“Forever and always.”

“What does that mean?” Hudson followed Auston out of the bedroom. The grownup now left trying to find an answer to a question he wasn’t sure how to respond to. Perhaps forever and always meant something different to everybody.

Auston decided not to answer as he walked down the steps, met with the sight of his family waiting patiently in the living room.

“Oh, oh it’s happening.” Ema stopped her pacing by the window when she caught sight of the two boys.

“Hudson you look so handsome!” Breyana cooed, causing a flush to take over the boy’s cheeks. Brian slowly stood from the couch, eyeing his son with a quizzical look before he smirked. He walked over and rested a hand on Auston’s shoulder.

“You’re gonna kill it, kid.” Brian glanced down at Hudson. “And the kid’s support is a pretty good sign.”

“Hey uh.. can I ask you a question?” Auston’s voice softened.

“Always.”

“What’s forever and always mean?”

Loving someone so much that you want to spend your life with them. Loving someone so much that it’s unconditional. Loving someone to the end of time, and loving them always.

When I pulled the car up to the front door, Auston had instructed me to switch seats. We shared a brief kiss as we passed around the hood of the car, and only when I got inside did I notice Hudson’s little outfit. I made a comment on it, but mistook his silence for displeasure. In reality, Hudson was too afraid of giving anything away. So he kept quiet for the whole drive, and it seemed Auston did as well.

Only when we arrived at the restaurant, and Hudson popped out of his car seat to open my door, did the boys start talking.

“You look so beautiful tonight.” Auston made his way around the car, offering his arm for me to hold onto as I climbed out, smiling at him before my gaze turned to little Hudson, holding my car door open like a butler.

“You boys look awful cute too.” I complimented playfully, stepping away from the car so Hudson could shut the door.

“Momma!” Hudson whined.

“Handsome.” I corrected, sharing a look with Auston. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, and I linked my arm with his own. My free hand came up to gently flick the small charm hanging from Auston’s earring.

“The leaves?” I asked softly. Knowingly.

“The leaves.” A pair he had well before we met. Initially bought because the silver hoops held dangling maple leaves that resembled the one on the jerseys his team wore.

“You wear those for luck.” I commented, allowing suspicion to raise in my tone. Auston didn’t respond right away, instead opting for a smile as he and Hudson led me toward the entrance of the restaurant.

“I might need it tonight.” When the words reached my ears, I finally decided to come to terms with the fact that something was going on.

The restaurant Auston chose was a homey little place more on the outskirts of the city. Surrounded by beautiful gardens, with outdoor seating to drink in one’s share of the view. I felt no surprise at all when Auston gave his name to the hostess, and she led us to possibly the best outside seat on the whole property. Hudson pulled my seat out for me, and I couldn’t help but feel like a Queen. The lines began to blur between who had taught Hudson better manners. Myself or the man sitting across from me, ordering my favorite wine from memory. And requesting an extra fancy glass for Hudson and the juice the boy ordered.

I immediately rested my elbows against the table, leaning forward and eyeing Auston through the orange flicker of the candle flame between us.

“You two are up to something.” I commented, my gaze falling to my son only momentarily. Hudson quickly looked away.

“We’re not up to anything. We just wanted to take you out.” Auston could lie all he wanted, but he wasn’t great at it. The guilty smile on his lips raised my suspicions more than Hudson opening my car door, wearing a bow tie, and pulling my seat out.

“You’re such a horrible liar, Aus.” I gently nudged his foot beneath the table.

“I am not!” His defensive attitude brought a quiet laugh from my lips. I felt his foot push my own away.

“Momma!” Hudson whined, “you gotta let it go.” He waved his hand dismissively at me, astonishment flashing across both mine and Auston’s faces.

“Well then,” I feigned offense, leaning back. “Suppose I will let it go then.” I folded my arms across my chest.

“Oh come on now.” Auston reached for me, but stopped short when the waitress came by with an opened bottle of wine, three glasses, and a bottle of orange juice.

“Just pour me a glass, Matthews.” I let him off the hook with a smirk, reaching for Hudson’s orange juice. I twisted the cap off and poured it into his own fancy glass, setting the half empty bottle aside and putting the cap back on. Auston busied himself with filling our own glasses, and I had no shame in watching the pools of honey in his eyes as the Arizona sunset lit up the warm dark undertones of his features.

When Auston handed my glass over, I was swift to take a sip, humming happily at the refreshing flavor.

“Perfect?” Auston quizzed.

“Better than perfect.” I assured, taking another sip.

“It’s magnificent.” Hudson chimed in after taking a gulp of his orange juice.

“That’s a big word for you, Hudsy.” Auston teased, and I watched Hudson giggle and stick his tongue out in return.

“Play nice, boys. You might have to live with each other one day.”

The banter between us always came with ease. Something I was always thankful for.

“Oh yeah,” Sarcasm immediately took over Hudson’s tone. “Pfft. Live with Auston. What a crazy idea.” My brow furrowed, amused and confused by his behavior. “Do you hear her?” Hudson looked toward my lover, with a look that practically said, ‘she’s a lunatic.’

“Just drink your orange juice, bud.” Auston scoffed, taking a sip from his own glass.

I wasn’t sure what signal I had missed, but I knew it was something. Hudson quickly relaxed after the exchange, and the topic of living together was long forgotten. We ordered and ate, I couldn’t remember how many times I thanked Auston for the dinner and the view. Hudson chimed in a few times asking for a thanks of his own. And I granted it with ease.

The boys had outdone themselves. I just hadn’t been able to figure out why until we were on the last leg of the large slice of chocolate cake Auston and I shared. Hudson had his own piece. I was dreading having to deal with his sugar rush on the way home.

“I didn’t know Arizona was so good at making ice cream.” I commented as I slipped a piece of the chocolate cake into my mouth, swiftly scooping a piece of vanilla ice cream off the plate to go with it.

“Guess they kinda have to. With all the warm weather.” Auston flashed me a toothy grin. We’d given each other far more fleeting looks and admirable glances than I cared to admit. I peered back down at the small chunk of cake left, losing myself in my thoughts before I heard Auston’s fork hit the glass. I looked back up. He licked his lips and reached for his napkin, wiping his spotless mouth. Tense. Anxious?

“Aus?”

“Oh.. oh!” Hudson kicked his feet excitedly the second Auston reached beneath the table. Hudson quickly clasped a hand over his mouth to stay quiet.

“Auston.” The use of his full name brought his eyes to my own, but in the slight darkness of the almost set sun, I could see him still shuffling beneath the table.

“Just trust me, okay?” Auston spoke quietly, leaning forward before his movement stopped.

“I always do.”

Forever and always.

It’s answering last minute calls for a woman who’s in desperate need of assistance. It’s being open minded to a situation you didn’t expect. It’s keeping an eye on that kid in the park, and offering the pretty mother your number. Forever was in sickness and in health. Taking care of a mother and her son when they’re both ill. It’s about still showing up to be a dad, even after that second round knock out takes the shit out of you. Always was in the way you still loved somebody, even at their worst. The way you still wanted what was best for a kid kicking screaming and crying. Teaching a kid when they’re stubborn, being patient with a woman when she’s learning to trust again.

Forever and always was about finding his forever, and sticking to it always.

Auston found it with one woman from the park, and her lively son.

A gasp fell from my lips when Auston stepped aside from the table and got down on one knee. His mother may have said his father didn’t, but Auston thought I deserved tradition and nothing less. I reached out to touch his shoulder, tears brimming both of our eyes, before he could even speak. And then he did.

“Por siempre y para siempre.”

“Aus,” he knew I didn’t understand. And I knew I didn’t have to tell him.

“Forever and always.” His voice quivered, the smile on his lips faltering only due to the exhaustion of his muscles. The tears in our eyes were of pure joy. The excitement written in our slightly quivering bodies.

“Will you marry me?” I finally shot out of my seat, launching myself forward into Auston’s arms. Somewhat kneeling to match his height. His arms wrapped so tightly around me that I thought for a moment I might snap in half.

“Absolutely! Auston yes! I’ll marry you.” Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I pressed a hard kiss to his shoulder. I heard him let out a sound between a laugh and a sob. I even heard the soft sniffles from the boy still seated at our table.

Then it seemed, simultaneously, we both remembered the ring. Auston had to peel me from his body, and I cooed at the sight of wetness on his cheeks. Our hands almost collided as we tried to wipe the tracks of joyful tears off one another’s faces. Then Auston snatched my left hand, giving a quick squeeze before he lowered it toward his thigh. My face hurt from the smiling as Auston slipped the ring from the velvet box, then carefully placed it onto my ring finger. My heart stuttered.

“It’s so beautiful.” No words could describe how I felt, and I chose not to try to use them either. When our eyes met, my hands rested on Auston’s cheeks and I pulled him in for a kiss. The feeling of a ring on my finger was foreign, but welcomed. The kiss barely lasted long between our smiles and euphoric giggles of laughter.

“You make me so happy.” Auston whispered against my lips.

When I pulled away, I felt the weight of a tiny hand on my back. Peeking toward my side, I spotted Hudson with a sheepish smile and teary eyes.

“Oh honey.” I wiped his tears too.

“You’re happy, momma?”

“Oh I’m the happiest.” I promised. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I glanced at Auston, reaching for his hand. He held my own with such tenderness, I felt like a piece of fine China. “This is my family right here. I couldn’t possibly be any happier.” I sniffed, shaking my head in disbelief. Hudson hugged me, and I felt my heart completely melt. “This is my perfect little family.” I clarified, more for Auston than anybody else. And it was my family. A little unconventional, but a family nonetheless. It was the one I wanted.

“Of course I’ll marry you.” I reiterated sternly.

Forever and always.

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[thebetawolfgirl]

The Chanel Ribbon part 3 (Final Part!)

Pairing: Timmy/Reader

Word count: 2,535

Summary: The whole story from Timmy’s POV

Warnings: Serious smut!

A/N: The final part. I wanted to do one from Timmy’s POV!

The Chanel Ribbon pt 3

Timothée had been in love with y/n since the day he saw her across the room at an after party and she was asked to sing by the host. She had a voice like an angel, no angels would sound like cats being strangled to death compared to his y/n. She was beautiful, smart and so kind and compassionate towards others, he had never met anyone like her before. Sure he had been with lovely women but they were nothing next to y/n.

They went on a few dates and she was careful with him at first because she told him she had been hurt in the past and used for her status, Timothée promised to spend the entire time they spent together proving that he wasn’t like those other animals that broke her heart.

They had been dating since the beginning of 2019 and she had started to trust him before long and let him into her heart and he protected her and her heart like a precious jewel. They went steady during 2021 after the pandemic started to calm down a bit and they could see each other more. That whole year during lockdown was the most hardest thing he had ever done. He missed her so much and it was like he had lost a limb.

When his grandmother died and she actually flew out to London to be with him from the other side of the world he knew, he knew she was it for him. She was the woman he would spend the rest of his life with and start a family with some day. So he spent that full year having a designer custom design an engagement ring for him then he spent another six months planning the perfect proposal.

The day he was talking to the greatest Hollywood director of all time he couldn’t stop thinking about y/n. After the interview Mr Scorsese asked him if he was alright. ‘I’m sorry, I’ve just been thinking about my girlfriend y/n, I’m just wondering what she’s doing right now, if she’s eaten yet. She’s appearing on Fallon tonight to promote her new album and I just want to text her and wish her good luck and-

‘Just to hear her voice’ The old man finished his sentence with a knowing look and a smile.

Timothée nodded smiling chuckling and looking down. ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Is this young lady a musician did you say?’

Timothée nodded

‘Y/n y/l/n?’

Again, Timothée nodded his eyes sparkling.

‘Don’t ever let a love like that go’

Timothée nodded ‘Never, Sir never!’

Later on at the private Chanel dinner Timothée couldn’t keep his mind off y/n, his friend Kid Kudi gave him a Red Bull to help calm his nerves but it only made him more jittery and a bit giddy. He decided he couldn’t wait for the perfect moment to propose, he wanted y/n to be his fiancée NOW. So with his mind spinning from the Red Bull he snuck out the back door and hurried down the street to the few blocks to the studio that hosted the Fallon Show. He was a native New Yorker so he took all the backstreets and alleyways to get there quicker. He arrived at the studio and asked one of the people backstage he had to see y/n y/l/n immediately.

They had already been seen out together but just as ‘Friends’ no one knew they were a steady couple.

The staff member patched through to the host Jimmy Fallon saying Timothée Chalamet was here to see y/n, Timothée was getting more and more jittery and hyper so by the time he walked on set to a confused y/n and Jimmy he was practically a rambling mess, he didn’t even notice the large audience watching them both.

‘Timmy, what’s going on? Is everything ok?’ She had turned her mic off which he was grateful for. Because he really giddy now.

‘I needed to see you and speak with you’ he muttered talking quickly fiddling with his necklace. Oh God she was wearing the Chanel ribbon around her hair from the gift bag he bought her.

No Timmy concentrate you’re here for a reason, Timothée’s inner monologue began in his head as she pulled them behind the curtain excusing them to Jimmy and the audience that he just noticed.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry I had this all planned out for months and it was going to be perfect but I couldn’t wait any longer and now I feel stupid and- there’s an very large audience out there!!’ He squealed in a hushed tone glad he refused a mic his eyes going wide.

He was still gaping at the audience from their hiding place behind the curtain when he felt her hands on either side of his face and he nearly melted right there at her touch and met her eyes and her beautiful smile.

‘My answer is yes, but you will do this the way you planned because I INSIST you have YOUR moment with this. And you’re not proposing to me backstage at the Jimmy Fallon Show’ She giggled and he looked at her ribbon and touched it gently unable to believe she actually wore the ribbon as well as the bracelet that was in the bag. He moved slightly towards her lips to kiss her while attempting to remove the ribbon, he was in such a daze being around her he hadn’t noticed she was pushing him back until he hit the wall knocking him out of his daze and grabbed his wrist before removing the ribbon herself.

He watched her intently as she began to tie the ribbon around his wrist tightly whispering ‘Everyone saw me wearing this ribbon in my hair tonight, even Jimmy commented on it.’

His breathing hissed as she tied it tightly around his wrist below his pulse point and he smiled slightly at what she was doing. ‘Now I will return to the stage without it, and you will return to your dinner and be seen leaving the hotel wearing my Chanel Ribbon on your wrist.’

She finished tying the ribbon into a perfect bow her head bowed over his arm before raising her head and laying it on his shoulder smiling and looking at him. He nodded smiling back before pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. She raised her head and deepened the kiss and he held her waist before she pulled away completely. ‘The aftermath should be fun.’

They both smiled at each other and went their separate ways. Him back to the party and her to her interview.

When the dinner was over he went outside to meet his fans and sign autographs and everyone commented on his new accessory and how they also saw a certain musician wearing an identical ribbon in her hair. He just smiled and bid his fans goodnight and drove home.

The next morning he woke up to the smell of food and the sound of his phone blowing up, he smiled stretching and reaching for his phone and looked at all the comments.

*Timotheè Chalamet seen wearing a Chanel Ribbon around his wrist he didn’t have when arriving at the Chanel dinner.*

*Y/n Y/l/n was seen wearing an identical ribbon on the Tonight Show but wasn’t wearing it when she returned onstage after Timothée Chalamet came to see her halfway through the interview*

The gossip columns were funny and the fans on both sides were going crazy. Timmy put his phone down again and went towards the amazing smell of breakfast being cooked by his beloved. Once he calmed down last night he decided he would stick to the original plan for his proposal to y/n. Even though he couldn’t wait he wanted it to be absolutely perfect for her. She deserved the world and so much more.

He found her standing in front of the cooker looking through her phone smiling at the screen while the food was cooking. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind pressing chaste kisses along her shoulder. ‘Good morning, something smells good.’

She smiled back at him tilting her head slightly toward him. ‘The breakfast or the gossip?’

Over the coming days and weeks they both shared the ribbon between them and found new ways to have it on their person. Timmy would wear it around his wrist, on his car keychain and even on his backpack if he had it with him. Y/n would wear it in her hair, around her wrist, she even wore it as a choker when out with friends one night. That got him excited when he saw the photos online.

After he used it to tie her to the headboard of their king size bed, he wondered how she would use it for her turn tonight.

He came home early after a long meeting with his management, exhausted and weary. His new PR Team were the most boring people he had ever had the displeasure of being in the same room as. They had put him with Kylie Jenner for a PR thing, they actually thought he would think this a genius idea. What was he going to talk to her about? He didn’t know anything about what it was she did.

All he wanted now was to lay in his beloved’s arms and hear about her day.

He opened the door and was surprised to see the entire house bathed in candlelight.

‘Oh.’ He whispered looking around and closing the door behind and walking further into the house. ‘Y/n? Are you here?’ He heard a noise behind him and went to turn but gentle hands stopped him. Before he could speak he heard her soft voice at his ear ‘Welcome home my love.’ She began rubbing his shoulders massaging them. He sighed and let his eyes close and his head fall back when she took his hand leading him into the bedroom. ‘I have a surprise for you’

Thankfully the candles were tea light candles so they would go out themselves once the wax was gone,

He wrapped his arms around her waist as he followed her to their bedroom which was all in darkness. She gently guided him towards the bed and began undressing him, when he tried to help she moved his hands back to her waist and whispered against his lips ‘No, tonight I take care of you’ his breathing hitched as she reached under his sweater to remove it and her fingers brushed his skin. The room was still pitch black with the door shut and he could only see her eyes sparkling in the dim light from the window. She removed his sweater then his jeans before pushing him gently back onto the bed he backed up towards the pillows as she crawled over him kissing every inch of him all the way until their eyes met and they were level with each other. He could just make out her smiling at him before she kissed him again then moving along his jawline down to his neck. He moved to lay his hands on her waist when she took his arms and rested them above his head near the headboard where he felt the satin of their ribbon.

He smirked in the darkness and didn’t resist keeping his arms above his head and waited patiently as she restrained him to the headboard. Once she was done, she moved back down and kissed him again before moving away from him and off the bed completely. He groaned at the loss of contact until he saw her turning on the fairy lights around the room to give them some light, he could see now in the dim light she was wearing his favourite dress he bought her. It was a simple green dress he picked out for her when he was going through some financial stuff and he couldn’t afford to buy her a fancy dress. He couldn’t believe she kept it after all these years.

He watched her undress slowly in front of him his boxers getting tighter on him, when she crawled back to him until she was on top of him. She leaned down and kissed him again her long hair falling around them like a curtain and started grinding her hips against his. He struggled against the ribbon, feeling the satin rubbing against his skin and kissed her back more feverishly. She broke the kiss and moved back to remove both their constricting underwear before coming back to kiss him and lowering herself down onto him until he bottomed out inside her. He groaned against her mouth and started moving his hips against her to tell her she could move. She held on to his shoulders as she began to ride him. He felt her open her mouth against his and he deepened the kiss meeting her thrusts with his hips. He wanted to hold onto her but he was still tied to the bed with the ribbon and he didn’t want to rip it. Although if the bed continued to rock like it was doing the knots keeping the ribbon attached to the headboard would come loose on it’s own. Y/n broke the kiss to breath and they both buried their face in the other’s neck as she took hold of his tied hands and tangled their fingers together.

Timmy whispered breathlessly into her ear ‘Untie me I need to hold onto you my love’

She made quick work of the ribbon and freed his wrists, and he pushed them both to sit up and rammed his hips upwards repeatedly. He heard her gasp and grip his shoulders leaving nail marks on his skin before grabbing fistfuls of his messy hair as he dragged his fingers up and down her back and buried his face in her neck nipping and kissing the skin there and leaving marks. ‘I’m nearly there, love. Come with me’ he gasped in to her ear panting hard when they both came and all he were fireworks behind his kids and he could hear her moaning and convulsing against him. He fell backwards pulling her with him drenched in sweat feeling the bedsheets tangled around their waists and legs.

He could feel both their heartbeats against his chest and he smiled trying to catch his breath as he looked down at her as her eyes were fluttering open and shut. He pushed her hair back from her eyes watching her smiling at him.

‘Love you’ He whispers against her temple before he reaches for the small remote and turns off the fairy lights and sees his wrists ‘Now YOU can explain to MY mother’

She smiles sleepily ‘I’ll tell her you were being naughty’

He looks down at her in shock before chuckling softly ‘Go to sleep’

He got comfy pulling her closer against his side placing a chaste kiss to her lips and closing his eyes with a final thought in his mind.

Yes, she’s definitely the one for me.

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This is the moment of just letting go

Written for @steddieangstyaugust day 13 "Please, stay" a day early but here you go.

*TW* Mentions of suicidal thoughts

also on ao3

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?”

Robin's voice is cautious and sad, just like it always is on this day. Even after five years of Steve denying her offer for comfort, she still asks and Steve loves her for it, but as much as he would love to break down in the arms of his platonic soulmate, he will always say no.

“Rob it’s been five years, I’m fine ok? It’s been getting easier”

Steve sighs and looks over to his coffee table where a bottle of expensive whiskey, bought especially for this grim occasion, is waiting to be cracked open, no glass just straight from the bottle—every year, like clockwork.

Steve is not fine, he hasn’t been for five years. He’s gotten worse in the last two years because of, well…

Anyway, Steve is drowning under the weight of a broken heart every day and Robin knows this. Despite that, he puts on a brave face and celebrates the lives of his friends with all the love and enthusiasm he can muster.

Robin and Nancy are engaged and set to be married next year, with Steve as Robin’s best man of course. The kids have all graduated from high school and college and Dustin and Lucas are both planning proposals to Suzie and Max, and Steve could not be prouder of them.

But as much as he loves seeing his people happy and in love, there is still an ever-aching hole in his chest. Steve knows they all tread carefully around him when discussing relationships and marriage.

He knows that they all thought he would be the first to walk down the aisle to and into the arms of the love of his life, and honestly, so did Steve. He dreamt of exchanging rings and dancing in the arms of his love, of looking into wide brown eyes and kissing a smiling mouth while all the people who loved and supported them clapped and cheered.

Steve knows that dream is lost to him now, slipped away when his heart looked back at him with eyes full of pity and regret before shutting the door of their home with a soft click, never to return to the ever-waiting home in his chest.

Robin sighs on the other end.

“Steve…”

“Robin please, I need to do this alone I can’t -“

Steve chokes on his words as his eyes burn, tears already pooling.

“Please promise you’ll call me in the morning ok? We’re worried about you Steve”

Steve smiles a little. He can tell just by her voice that she will most likely be at his door before midnight. Robin makes an aborted noise on the other end like she is about to say something but stops herself. Steve’s smile drops in an instant and he sighs.

“What is it, Rob”

“Uh… I don’t know what you mean, I wasn’t gonna say anything, I mean, what?”

“Rob…”

“Ok! Ok I just, well, I spoke to him earlier today and-“

A shard of ice forms in the empty hole of Steve's chest, he knows who she’s talking about, of course, he does.

“- you remember that time we all got high together with Jon and Argyle before they left and I accidentally let it slip that I used to have a crush on Tammy Thompson back in high school, well, we somehow got talking about Hawkins High and if they would maybe have a reunion and-“

Steve rubs his eyes hard enough to see spots while Robin rambles in the background, he knows where this is going.

“- he teased me for having a crush on her! Steve, I never told him that anytime after the accident it was only that one time before and I know you never said anything because I made you swear and you would never betray me, of course-“

Steve debates hanging up now but the guilt he would likely feel later stops him.

“He’s starting to remember little things! What if he-“

“Rob”

“The doctors said it could happen and yeah it’s been a long time but-“

“Robin”

“What if-“

“ROBIN!”

The exclamation echoes in the halls of his shitty one-bedroom apartment and the guilt Steve was trying to avoid earlier fills him. He sighs shakily at the sudden silence.

“Please Robin, I can’t do this today, please just… stop”

Steve lets out a choked sob as he hears Robin do the same.

“Steve…”

“I have to go, I’m sorry for yelling but…”

“I know Steve, I shouldn’t have said… I’m sorry”

Steve eyes the whiskey bottle and catches sight of the small box beside it. He thinks of the black titanium ring inside but barely remembers what it looks like, he can’t bear to open it and see the ring tucked into black velvet instead of being on the finger of his heart. A finger he knows wears a ring that isn’t his.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow ok?”

It could be a lie, the bottles of antidepressants and sleeping pills look more friendly every year that passes in a haze of heartbreak and regret, but Steve knows that he would never do it.

“Ok Steve, I love you you know that right?”

Steve feels a soft warmth in his chest that only Robin can spark. he’ll get through this night, likely not unscathed but either way he knows he will always have her.

“Love you too Robbie”

Robin sighs again before the line goes dead and Steve is left in silence once again.

***

By the time the whiskey bottle is half empty, Steve is openly sobbing. 

July 7th is the only day he allows himself to fully break down and let go of everything he keeps tucked away for the rest of the year. It would have been their seventh anniversary and instead, Steve is sitting alone and drunk on a Tuesday night.

He tries to avoid social media most of the time but all bets are off when he’s this close to being wasted. At this point, he’s scrolling Instagram and going down Robin’s following list, he finds what he’s looking for as his throat tightens again. He clicks the username.

And there he is.

Eddie Munson, the love of Steve’s life, who doesn’t remember him or the life they had together.

Eddies hair is down and slightly longer than the last time Steve had seen a picture of him, he also spots a new tattoo on his wrist, a bird maybe? But what makes the hole in Steve’s chest ache like never before is the other man in the photo.

Steve knows about James, Robin told him very timidly about two years ago that Eddie was in a relationship and he spent that night with both Robin and Nancy holding him while he was lost in grief. 

James smiles widely as Eddie kisses his cheek with his right arm wrapped around James’ shoulders. Eddie’s left hand rests on James’ chest where a shiny silver ring newly sits on his finger and Steve briefly glances away from his phone towards the small box still sitting on the table.

If Steve were brave enough to scroll further down Eddie’s account, he would see a life full of love and happiness with any photos from before long since deleted. Eddie and Wayne on the Fourth of July, a black cat called Aragorn curled up on James as he sleeps, a small house on the outskirts of Chicago and many photos of Eddie’s tattoo work.

The newest photo of Eddie’s obvious engagement announcement almost sends Steve into a full panic attack, even though he already knew after Dustin accidentally let it slip during a call last week. Seeing it is another knife in his chest.

The comments below are full of support from various friends and clients of Eddie’s, words of congratulations and what seems to be some of James’ family saying ‘Finally!’.

Steve knows that Eddie is happy. He sees it in every moment captured and shared throughout the years but feels guilty and selfish for not being happy for him. The darkest thoughts of his mind say that he should be angry, that it should be Steve in James’ place holding onto Eddie as he presses a smiling kiss to his cheek.

And yes, Steve is angry.

Angry at himself for not trying harder, not just being content in the face of Eddie’s happiness and most of all…

Angry at the man who thought driving drunk and running a red light was a good idea.

By the time the bottle is empty, Steve has scrolled almost the entirety of both James and Eddie's pages, falling through sweet moments and a loving relationship that Steve thought he would still have, would always have.

Steve’s hands shake as he finally throws his phone at the wall with a cry where it cracks and falls to the ground, broken, just like him.

                                                                          ***

When Robin finally tires of knocking and lets herself in, Steve has managed to drag himself to his lonely bedroom. There is no decor in his apartment, no pictures, no clutter, nothing. Everything from years ago is stored safely and meticulously in the back of his closet where it won't be seen easily.

Steve hears Robin whispering but can't quite make out what she is saying through the haze in his brain. He feels her small hands help him towards the bed where he passes out before his head hits the pillow.

***

Five years ago

The call comes not long after Steve returns home from work.

The apartment is dark as he throws his keys on a side table near the door and reaches for the light switch. As Steve makes his way to their bedroom to change he manages to trip over a pair of chunky black boots and step on what looks like a discarded mini figure, he chuckles softly despite the pain in his foot.

Eddie may not be the best at picking up after himself but he has been improving and Steve wouldn’t have it any other way.

The apartment glows with warm light and an array of precious memories in the form of scattered photos in mismatched frames that don’t go with the rest of the decor that Steve tried to coordinate. Bookshelves full of various books from previous and current hobbies, a stack of well-loved sketchbooks close to falling off of the coffee table, an atrociously patterned couch that was dragged in from the roadside at Eddie’s insistence and Steve’s reluctance (who knows where that thing came from) and a few small houseplants scattered around that Steve is trying his very best to keep alive.

It’s miles better than the empty tomb of his parent's house and though it took some time and budgeting, Steve lives happily with the love of his life who he wakes up to every morning and comes home to what could be anything from an enthusiastic solo guitar performance, to Eddie yelling ‘Catch!’ and throwing himself at Steve not long after he walks in the door (usually ending with them both on the floor of the entryway giggling into each other’s mouths)

It takes Steve until he steps out of his bedroom to realise.

It’s quiet. No music, no laughing, no trashy reality show playing on the TV that Eddie swears he wasn’t really watching (he was) and Steve frowns.

“Eddie?”

There’s no answer and Steve could have sworn Eddie said his last client was at 3 pm with a tattoo that would likely take only an hour and is now almost 6 pm. With only a 20-minute drive from the apartment to the shop, which closes at 4, he should be home by now.

Steve is about to check his phone when it rings and he answers.

“Hello?”

“Hello, am I speaking to Steve Harrington?”

Steve frowns “Yes, who is this?”

“My name is Nora, I’m calling from Northwestern Memorial Hospital. You’re listed as the emergency contact for Eddie Munson and I’m sorry to tell you that he has been in an accident”

Steve’s heart drops into his stomach with a crash, The silence in the apartment is suddenly deafening with only the sounds of his ragged breaths to be heard.

“Sir? Did you hear me?” 

Steve clears his throat and speaks through the ringing in his ears.

“Yes, I-I’ll be right there”

He hangs up quickly and stares at the picture of Eddie kissing Steve’s cheek while he laughs on his phone’s lock screen before it fades to black. Steve hasn’t been inside for 5 minutes before he stumbles out the door again.

***

The rest of the night passes in a haze.

Steve finds out that a drunk driver had ploughed into the side of Eddie’s van at almost double the speed limit, killing the driver instantly but miraculously Eddie had been pulled from the wreck alive.

When Robin eventually finds him in the waiting room after he called her Steve is a wreck, stumbling through an explanation of what happened through tears and panic.

When Steve can finally see him he tries to prepare himself for what he’ll see while the nurse leads him to Eddie, but it’s still a shock.

Eddie is still and quiet with huge bandages on his left leg and arm, with bruises and cuts down the left side of his face and most of his head is also bandaged.

The doctor speaks of the possibility of a traumatic brain injury and how they managed to stop any internal bleeding, but Steve can only see Eddie.

Lying still for what is likely the first time in his life (Steve has been pushed out of bed too many times to count) his chest rising and falling slowly while Steve grips his hand like a lifeline.

They don’t know when he’ll wake up.

They don’t know if he will at all.

***

Eddie is in a coma for nearly two weeks before he starts to wake slowly.

Robin is the first to see him stirring while Steve is in the bathroom, when he returns the doctor is also in the room.

His eyes open but close again and the doctor tells them it will take some time for him to wake fully.

Steve fills with hope for the first time in weeks.

***

When Eddie finally wakes up fully and frowns at Steve in confusion, the hope diminishes a little but Steve remembers what the doctor said.

It will take time.

***

Eddie doesn’t know who Robin is, or Dustin or anyone he has become friends with in the last three years since he graduated high school (on the third attempt).

He’s confused, and in pain and only asks for his uncle who is there with him whenever he can be. Steve has been letting Wayne stay in their apartment while Eddie has been in the hospital.

Steve barely leaves his side, even though Eddie only looks at him suspiciously because he only knows the Steve from years ago—King Steve, who was buried back in Hawkins. 

Wayne has been telling Eddie what he can from the last few years but Eddie has been resistant to the fact that Steve has been there the whole time, that they live together.

Steve remembers it will take time.

***

Eddie tries.

For a whole year, after he is released from the hospital to live back with Steve while Wayne stays with them for a while after.

Steve watches as he forms an instant connection with Dustin and the kids, just as he did years ago.

He watches him laugh with Robin and make snarky comments with Nancy.

He shows Eddie almost every picture they’ve ever taken together and watches his frown deepen every time he sees a new one.

There is no recognition in his eyes, he doesn’t see Steve as the one he loves anymore and doesn’t try to form even a friendship no matter how hard Steve tries over months.

They sleep in separate rooms and Eddie is reluctant to let Steve help while he’s healing. The others try their best as well and Eddie finds his friendships with them again almost easily, but when it comes to Steve, it’s like he doesn’t want to remember.

Traumatic brain injuries are harsh and unpredictable and according to Eddie’s doctors, he may never remember, and never be the person he was before. He has bouts of anger and depression now and again and regains full use of his left arm but still walks with a slight limp which frustrates him often.

Steve’s chest becomes heavier and heavier as the days go by, his heart forming cracks and ready to break apart any time. The bed they once shared is cold on one side and Steve sleeps with a pillow clutched to his chest to try and find a small amount of comfort in the night. He no longer wakes up after hitting the cheap mattress they eventually put next to Steve's side of the bed after too many nights of bony arms unconsciously pushing him off.

Steve has never slept worse.

***

When Steve enters the apartment almost a year after the crash, he knows something is off.

Eddie no longer meets him at the door, which still kills him every day, but there are usually still signs he’s there.

The first thing Steve notices is how clean the entryway is. Eddie’s shoes are missing from the shoe rack by the door and when Steve enters the living room he freezes.

Eddie is picking up a duffle bag from the floor, the coffee table is clean for the first time and Steve's heart stops.

He must make a noise because Eddie looks over at him with surprise.

“Uh hey Steve” 

“Eddie w-what’s going on?”

Eddie sighs and looks down at his feet instead of at Steve.

“I’m leaving Steve. I can't- I can’t be here anymore, with you waiting for me to become someone I can’t even remember” He sighs and looks up again “I’ve tried, every day for the past year to remember who I was, who we were but I just- can’t do this anymore”

Steve feels his eyes burn with tears as he steps forward to try and reach out to Eddie, but he moves away. Steve chokes.

“Please, Eddie please don’t do this y-“

“Steve…” He sighs again “I decided this months ago when I could start working again. I can’t be in this apartment anymore, seeing you watch me with hope and those sad fucking eyes every day”

He starts to move toward the entryway but lets Steve grab his arm as he walks past. Eddie takes a deep breath.

“I’m not who I was before no matter how much you and everyone else want me to be” he says and his eyes flash when he looks back at Steve.

“You need to let me go”

Steve is almost sobbing now. The world is falling out from beneath his feet and once again, someone he loves is leaving. He was sure a year ago that he would marry this wonderful dork of a man and now he’s begging Steve to let him go.

But despite this, Steve still tries.

“Please, stay, I-I love you,” he says with all the emotion he can muster. Eddie closes his eyes briefly before opening them to look at Steve with sadness and pity.

“I know you do” he says softly “and I’m sorry”

Steve knew deep in his heart that Eddie’s love for him was no longer there but hearing it outright was devastating. Eddie gently takes Steve’s hand from his arm and puts it back at his side.

“Goodbye Steve”

Steve is frozen as Eddie walks to the door, opens it and steps out. The apartment is silent once again and he doesn’t know how long he stands there before falling to his knees.

Steve lets memories fill him.

—

The fourth of July of the year Eddie finally graduates, months after he and Steve have become friends.

Steve is pressed against the trailer’s kitchen counter when Eddie presses a soft kiss to his lips, only to pull away with an apology on the tip of his tongue. 

The multicoloured flash of the fireworks outside is the only source of light and Steve watches them dance across Eddie's face with a smile before pulling him back in.

—

Three days later when Eddie shows up at Steve's house with a handful of yellow flowers likely ripped from a neighbour's garden and stumbles through asking him on a real date.

Steve says yes of course.

—

Coming out to the rest of the group as a couple and having almost everyone tell them it 'took them long enough’, but giving their unwavering love and support.

Max wins the bet.

—

Eddie becoming a tattoo apprentice at the shop where he gets all of his done and Steve deciding to follow Robin to the local community college with the goal of working with children in the future.

Steve is disowned by his parents and it stings but he knows he will always have a home with Eddie and Robin.

—

Finally renting an apartment of their own and filling it with the love and chaos that has just become a staple in their lives.

Eddie makes a promise to try and keep his stuff tidy.

He doesn’t keep it.

—

Memories upon memories flash before Steve’s eyes as he sobs and screams himself hoarse until he is curled up on the floor of the living room for Robin to find when she gets sick of him ignoring her calls.

She didn’t know Eddie was leaving.

No one did.

***

Present day

When Steve wakes his head is pounding and feels ten times heavier than normal. He rolls over on his back slowly and looks at the cracked ceiling.

He remembers last night well, as he unfortunately does with all of his drunken nights over the years. The other side of the bed is cold, as it always is and always will be.

Steve tried to date again, for a while, but failed miserably, so this will be his life.

No partner, no kids, just him and Robin and the ever-growing hole in his chest.

Speaking of Robin, he can hear her trying to be quiet in the kitchen while she makes coffee for the both of them. He knew she would come, it’s the same every year and will likely be the same for all the years to come.

When Robin walks into the bedroom cautiously Steve gingerly sits up and locks eyes with her. She’s carrying two mugs but sets them on the bedside table to sit next to Steve. 

“He looks happy,” Steve says in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I think he is” 

Robin fidgets next to him. She thinks he is?

Whatever, Steve grabs a mug from the bedside table and takes a cautious sip. He settles when his stomach doesn’t roll with nausea. The sun shines brightly through his small window as Steve leans his head on Robin’s shoulder.

Steve thinks briefly of the photos he could see next year, of Eddie standing hand in hand with someone who isn’t him, dancing and smiling on what will likely be the happiest day of his life.

Steve imagines, and he grieves.

***

When Eddie wakes up he knows something is wrong. His head pounds and swims with confusion, the other side of the bed is still warm but empty so Steve must be-

Wait no, not-

He looks around the room, at scattered clothes similar to his but a size bigger and remnants of shared hobbies. Eddie feels uneasy, he knows this is his home but a hole grows in his chest and something, or someone, is missing.

Eddie reaches up to rub his eyes and is surprised to find them wet, he looks at the tears on his fingers and catches sight of the polished silver ring on his left hand.

The world stops.

The sun shines through his window.

And Eddie remembers everything.

[quotergirl19]

The night of Polin’s engagement party:

Lady Danbury: What troubles you Miss Featherington? Isn’t this what you wished for? For Mr. Bridgerton to choose you? To be able to call your dearest friend your sister, and the man you’ve pined for, your husband. You will never need to worry about money or security ever again because you will be a Bridgerton. Finally and rightfully. The family loves you. You will be happy with them. So why do I get the impression that you are having second thoughts.

Penelope: It all happened so quickly. One day Colin was proclaiming he would never dream of courting me and the next he was proposing at the queens ball. If we’d had a courtship, we would’ve had time to talk about everything… about things he does not know about me. What if he finds out and regrets choosing me? What if he comes to resent me, thinks I trapped him and hates me for it. What if he leaves me? I cannot lose him. I do not know what to do.

Lady Danbury: What on earth could you have possibly done that would elicit such a response?

Penelope: Nothing of course. I only mean that—

Lady Danbury: I have seen, you two together, we all have. The Queen herself is certain that he loves you. He might be surprisingly understanding and even appreciative of the gamble that honesty and trust are. Put your faith where it belongs, and confide in your betrothed Lady Whistledown.

Penelope looks nervously at Lady Danbury, realizing that she figured out her secret, and Lady Danbury just smiles and tells her that she would like to have her over for tea soon. A private tea so Penelope can tell her how and why she started writing and to discuss how best to handle the Queen’s ongoing and well known search for Whistledown’s identity. Lady Danbury also tells Penelope to bring her new husband so they can work to devise a plan for how best to tell the Queen.

Penelope finds Colin to tell him she has a headache and wants him to escort her home. Once alone Colin starts kissing her but Penelope pulls away and he can tell something is wrong because Penelope looks sick and she’s clearly stressed. He asks her to tell him what has her in such a state and she does. She confesses that she is Lady Whistledown and explains what she did and why she did it. Her hands are shaking and she can’t meet his eyes at first because she’s so afraid of seeing his anger or worse, his loathing. Eventually Pen looks at Colin and he is clearly furious.

Penelope is sure that she’s just ruined her only chance at happiness and she knows she’s going to break down and burst into tears because Colin must hate her now. She does her best to keep her composer but her voice cracks as she places her engagement ring on the table nearest Colin and promises he never needs to see or speak to her again. That she will leave town for good if he will give her a day to make arrangements. She turns to reach for the door handle and he’s beside her in an instant, pushing the door shut. He still isn’t speaking so Penelope wasn’t sure if he meant her harm and she instinctively flinched away. Colin is horrified that she could ever be afraid of him when he would never hurt her. Not ever. Colin told her that he was furious she hadn’t confided in him sooner. How if she had, it might have prevented so much because he would have helped her. But most importantly that he would always protect her because he loved her. She was his woman, his Penelope. His wife.

That night with their families and the entire ton across the square at their engagement party, Colin placed his ring on Penelope’s finger, and they exchanged confessions of love and vows from the heart. They made promises and planned their future and it would be just a few days before they were legally wed, but that was the night they became an unbreakable team. It was also the night they conceived their first child, a son. The future heir to the Featherington title.

[redheadwannabesblog]

Harry and Ginny’s first Christmas as a couple

I have this head cannon about the year after the battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Ginny are back together and doing long distance because he’s gone off to train as an Auror and she is finishing her last year at school. She is spending some time with him over the Christmas holiday, and she needs to write something down and she goes to borrow a quill in the top drawer of the desk that Harry is set up and his makeshift office, when she opens the drawer and sees velvet case that looks like a ring box. Unable to stop her curiosity she opens it and sees a beautiful ring with a very large emerald surrounded by small diamonds and it looks like an engagement ring and she fully panics. She becomes convinced that Harry is going to propose to her on Christmas. Why else would he have an engagement ring?

So she becomes very quiet and anxious around him and comes up with a bunch of excuses to not be left alone with him in the hopes that he won’t ask her . But come Christmas morning Harry and Ginny have plans to spend a little time for themselves before they head over to the burrow to meet everybody and he says he wants to give her something special before they open presents with everyone else. Ginny jumps up and starts rambling.

“I know what you’re going to ask me and please don’t. I love you. I love you so much and I do want to marry you someday and have kids and grandkids and grow old together and all of it but we are still so young and I want to play Quidditch and travel and have adventures with you and I’m not ready to get married. If we get married now, we’ll have kids in a few years and before I know it I’m basically my mother and I’m not ready for that so please please do not ask me to marry you because I do not want to have to tell you no.”

She says all of this incredibly quickly, and Harry is just staring at her shocked. He stands up and wraps his arms around her and says “I promise you I have no intention of proposing to you today.”

And she stares back at him and says then “why do you have an engagement ring? I saw it in your drawer. I promise I wasn’t snooping. I just needed a new quill and it was just there. Why on earth would you have if you weren’t planning to propose?”

Harry burst out laughing. 

When he stops laughing, he looks at her with a big smile and says “I inherited some of my parents things when I turned 17 I was only able to collect them a few months ago and it included some of my mothers jewelry. I held onto it because I’ve never had anything that really belonged to her and I liked having it close. I’m sorry you must’ve been so nervous. No wonder you’ve been acting weird.”

Ginny drops onto the couch, puts her face in her hands and says that makes so much more sense . 

Harry sits next to her and put his arm and put his arm around her and says “I think it was a very logical conclusion based on the evidence you had. “

Ginny buries her face into his chest and groans. “I’m so embarrassed.” Then she looks up “wait so if it isn’t an engagement ring, what did you want to give me?” 

Harry gets up and goes over to the stocking hanging by the fireplace and pulls out another velvet box, but this one is much bigger he says “ you weren’t completely off base. I want you to have this.” 

He opens the box and shows a delicate gold necklace with an oval emerald. It’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry she’s ever seen other than the ring. Harry says and barely above a whisper, “it was my mum’s. I think she would’ve wanted you to have it.”

Ginny bursts into tears and buries her head in Harry’s chest. When she stops crying Harry kisses her and puts the necklace on her. 

 then he starts to laugh. “so you really wanna get married and have kids and grandkids with me?”

Ginny groans in embarrassment and know she’s in for a bunch of teasing but she kisses him on the cheek and says “not for a few more years.” 

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS Wedding Series: Picking the Ring

SEOKJIN

He had spotted the ring one day while generally browsing through a jewellery website on the gaming computer, with the idea of buying a pair of earrings for your anniversary but he somehow wandered towards the engagement rings. It had been on his mind lately, seemingly every advert on the TV or on billboards hinting at the idea of couples getting engaged during the season. 

It’s not that he didn’t want to, he just didn’t know how yet. It was approaching your six-year anniversary, longer than most couples that he knew and long enough for his mother to be hinting at grandchildren. 

Jin’s eyes took in the detail of the pink stone surrounded by a halo of small diamonds, with more diamonds along the gold band. ‘Matches my mic,’ he thought to himself as he scrolled down to the description, ignored the price completely and read the instructions about the sizes. Shrugging and having no clue, he went for what he thought was the right size, paused only briefly at the checkout page and suddenly he had a confirmation for his order in his inbox. 

“There, ready to go,” he was happy with his choice and more than happy about making the right decision. If he hadn’t already got everything planned in his head, it wouldn’t take long to put plans in motion anyway.

It would lay in his bedside table for another year, the opportunity never right and never when he had the ring with him but one day it was going to happen. 

YOONGI

The sapphire glittered in the sun, the small diamonds along the band sparkling at him as Yoongi admired the emerald cut of the stone. He had left the studio two hours earlier, his mind jumbled with thoughts about music, comebacks, life, tangerines and the like. He needed fresh air and a random walk into the city (masked up and in disguise) led him towards a jewellery shop. His feet knew where to take him even if his mind didn’t.

There had been no talk of marriage, the both of you content in life as it was and seeing no need for change. Yet the sapphire ring caught his eye the moment he stepped near the window and he hadn’t been able to look away, every other option simply too boring or not enough. You were unique - enjoying the simple things in life compared to the extravagant life of an idol boyfriend, preferring to enjoy a mug of tea in the morning rather than coffee, painting the bedroom a dark navy because it soothed you rather than the traditional white. 

A moment of doubt flashed through him as he opened the door to the jewellers, patting his jacket pocket for a moment to make sure he had brought his wallet. The assistant drew his attention and he pulled the mask down enough, not sure if he would be recognised but wary of it all the same.

“I’d like to take a look at the sapphire ring in the window - middle row, fourth one to the left.”

The ring was you in every sense and so he bought it there and then. The ring stayed with him constantly and more often than not, remained locked up in the studio, ready and waiting to be placed on your finger. There was no rush and the right moment would soon spring up. 

HOSEOK 

Now he wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a little help. He had been talking to his sister, Jiwoo, at a family dinner one night about possibly proposing to you. It had been four years after all. 

“Possibly?” asked his sister. “Why possibly? You know you love her so why wait?”

“I don’t know what ring to get - every time I’ve looked, nothing has caught my attention,” Hobi admitted as he pushed around the noodles in his bowl. It had been irritating him ever since plans started to come into motion about the talk of marriage. He knew how he was going to propose, he knew where he was going to do it and he knew what he was going to say - he just didn’t have the main ingredient: the ring.

“Honestly, she’s given you enough hints,” Jiwoo laughed after finishing a mouthful of food and pulled out her phone, opened up her messages to you and scrolled through the images that had been sent. The image had been sent a while ago but it had occurred around Jiwoo’s own wedding when you were researching ideas for her and you stumbled upon a ring that you loved.

Hobi glanced at the screen as this magnificent diamond, cut into an oval shape, set on a silver diamond band. Classy, traditional and screamed you all over. “Perfect! That’s the one! Think you could order it for me?”

He didn’t mind the napkin to the head or the fact that his sister, knowing full well your ring size, ordered there and then for him and handed it over in its special box a week later. Now he could finally put his plans into motion.

NAMJOON

From earlier interviews, he always admitted he wanted kids. That hadn’t changed until recently with things going on in their lives that made things difficult, unsure, not knowing where the next big thing was going to come from or whether lift would turn everything on its head…yet again. There had been a talk with you over a late night glass of wine over the future, what the both of you wanted, what your dreams were, what his dreams were and the like. 

Children, though wanted, were now no longer a priority. You, however, were the priority and he was leaving it long enough to finally get the ring on your finger. You had been with him since early debut days, always standing by him and never once questioning your relationship - apart from the odd few times when distance and rumours became a problem but they were always solved by simply talking. 

He had been in Europe with his friend, once again to their museums and galleries for a blog for BTS. His family would be joining him at some point as well. But not you - work commitments had got in the way of you both enjoying a holiday with all your families together. 

Strolling through town, his friend mindlessly chatting in his ear, Namjoon’s eyes caught the shop. He didn’t know what possessed him but he wandered over, simply to take a look if nothing else. The ring in question was laid on a display on its own, with its history on a green card.

“‘Hybrid diamond ‘Moissanite’ is the answer to the diamond. This ring, made out of recycled gold, was designed to resemble the earth from which it comes from. The band is made out of intertwined leaves with little diamonds, to allow the marquise cut moissanite to sit perfectly on it.’

That was the ring, no two ways about it. Ignoring his spluttering friend, Namjoon made the dash inside the shop and startled both the staff by slamming his bank card onto the counter and asking for the ring in the window. 

“But sir, the price.”

“Don’t worry about that, just the ring. That’s all I need.”

JIMIN

He had the day off, which was surprising in itself, and had nothing all day apart from lounge on the couch in front of the TV. The boys were out doing their various hobbies and things to relax but since it had been non-stop, Jimin didn’t feel like moving off the couch today. He had no plans with you either since you were out of town on a work trip though the last message from you was an hour ago as you were about to go in for a meeting. 

He mindlessly scrolled through his phone, not really looking at anything as the TV played in the background. Later on, he would describe the whole thing as fate - as if something planned this to happen at the right time on the right day. 

An advert for Tiffany & Co popped up on the TV as well as his phone at the same time. There had been discussions with the team about possibly partnering up with the designer but nothing had come about it and nothing had further said, both too busy to lay down a partner contract just yet. Yet, that’s not what made him look. It was the fact that marriage had been on everyone’s mouths lately. 

The two of you were in a solid, healthy relationship that was going on for six years next month and though you both had busy careers, you hadn’t fully settled on living together just yet and the idea of marriage had certainly not popped up for the two of you but it had for everyone else. Jimin was a romantic at heart, a prince in the eyes of ARMY who would go out of his way for his loved ones…so where was the ring? Where was the proposal?

“Now is a good time as any,” he muttered to himself as he sat up on the couch and grabbed his iPad, turning it on and directing towards the website in question. He spent hours looking at rings, opening one up, reading it, looking at it then closing it again. Believe it or not, he got to the last one and there it was. 

A pear-shaped diamond surrounded by little diamonds like a halo, set on a diamond platinum band. It sparkled, just like you and it shined like a diamond (literally) like you. So it ended up in his cart, paid for and then collected by staff two months later after being specially made.

TAEHYUNG

At another city on the final leg of the tour, Taehyung and Yoongi had gone out for a bit of an exploration and some gift shopping. They always promised their partners they would bring something back from whatever city they were in, one suitcase already a bit full of designer clothes and random gifts Taehyung had spotted.

They were currently in an antiques store, of all places, just generally browsing when Taehyung made his way over to the jewellery section. There were a pair of earrings he spotted which he knew his mother would like and a tie pin his father would like as well, so the assistant working there laid them on the counter and began to bag them up while Taehyung glanced through the rings.

“Sorted?” Yoongi asked, placing what looked like a tangerine cookie jar on the counter. It caught Tae’s eye and he stared at it for a moment then shook his head. “Not yet. I just need one more thing - I won’t be long.”

The idea of proposing to you was a long held secret for him and he had not revealed it to any other members, not even his family. The idea of ring shopping in front of Yoongi-hyung, of all people, made him nervous. 

“Could I take a look at that one?” he asked the member of staff, pointing at a ring.

Art deco themed with a round garnet, surrounded by diamonds to create a ‘sun’ effect and settled on a yellow gold band. It was unique and different, yet it suited you perfectly.

“That one please,” he said as he handed over this credit card and ignored his hyung looking at him, somewhat opened mouth. “Don’t say a word,” was Taehyung’s reply. 

JUNGKOOK

If there was anything ARMY and Jungkook had in common, it was you. You were their biggest supporter, their biggest voice, their advocate, their queen. You told him all about the trending topics, all the edits, what things they wanted to see, what things they wanted the group to do. Every little secret they thought they could hide, you uncovered.

So it wasn’t a surprise during a V-LIVE that ARMY were asking about you, wondering where you are. “She’s gone away for the weekend, her best friend is getting married next month,” Jungkook revealed as he stirred the noodles in the pot. “It’s a bridal shower? No? Hen party?”

Of course, ARMY’s reaction was to ask when Jungkook was going to propose. Thank god he had a healthy relationship to the ARMY’s who wanted to know because the feed was currently blocking out the bad ones who didn’t like the idea of their idol getting married. 

“One day. One day.”

After the V-LIVE, Jungkook got a notification on Weverse and opened up the app to find an ARMY had uploaded a hand-drawn design of an engagement ring of what they thought Jungkook would buy. It took him by surprise because it was exactly what he was thinking.

Amethyst (your birthstone) at its centre, large and proud. The curved band beneath the gemstone makes the ring like an elegant crown. That was everything and anything all in one - your representation to ARMY and Jungkook: queen. 

He messaged a member of staff and asked them to contact the original designer to ask for special permission to recreate the ring by a local jeweller. It took a week but permission was granted and the ring was made within another week, then in his hands a week after that. 

[daddyy333]

Don’t come back | Robin Buckley x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.7k

warnings: heartbreak, breakup, y/n is really really sad, ?

summary: requested

Robin couldn’t figure out why she felt like this. Everything was perfect. You were doing all the right things and yet, Robin didn’t feel that warmth in her chest that she used to feel as much as she did at the beginning of your relationship when you kissed her, or hugged her, or even looked her way.

The last straw for her is when you called her and she didn’t actually want to say I love you at the end of the call. She felt like that spark wasn’t quite as strong as before. So the next day you called her, playing with the engagement ring you got her, hoping she’d convince you to come home so you could propose already.

“Hi, baby. I miss yo-” you said and Robin cut you off. She groaned and said “y/n, don’t. Don’t- don’t say stuff like that” “what? What’s wrong? Why?” You said, eyes widening. She sighed and you started to get nervous.

Never in a million years did you expect the next few words to come out of her mouth.

“I don’t think this is working anymore” she said, making your heart drop. You gasped, tears filling your eyes. You covered your mouth, trying to fight the sobs.

You couldn’t, not when you planned your entire life with the woman who was trying to break up with you. “W-Why- Why would you s-say something like that?” You asked, sniffling. She scoffed and said “come on, y/n, don’t cry. I hate when you-”

“N-No! No, you don’t g- get to tell me not to cry. I- I-I don’t- I don’t understand, everything has been so- so good, w-what changed?” You asked, struggling to breathe. She bit her lip and said “I just…I don’t feel that spark anymore. I don’t know if this is enough anymore”

“What, l-like I’m not enough or something?” You said, chuckling sadly. Robin winced and said “y/n you know that’s not what I mean” “I don’t k-know anything, R-Robin, I thought- I- I knew that you were the one, you were in- in love with me, you didn't want to break up with me…but cl- clearly I was wrong” you said and she began to cry a little.

It almost felt like you were the one breaking up with her. She hadn’t felt so strongly about you in weeks, so why all of a sudden did she feel this way breaking up with you?

“Babe I-” “no…don’t call me that.” You said and sighed shakily. You sniffled and said “I hope y- you’re happy. I hope that you’re happy with t-this decision, Robin” “I- I’m not- you know this is just as hard for me” she said and you scoffed.

“Is it? Is it really?” You said. You wiped your tears and shook your head. It was silent for a while before you said “get out of my house. I own it. If you need help I suppose you can ask but don't ask me, ask my assistant, because I can’t talk to you ever again. Not after this”

“Okay…yea, yea I’ll be out of here by the end of the week” she said and you sniffled. You hung up the phone, sighing shakily as you threw the box across the room. You sunk to your knees, sobs racking your body.

All you wanted in a time like this was Robin's comfort. It’s all you wanted. But you couldn’t have that anymore. She took that away, and you don’t even know why. Did you do something? Did you deserve it? Maybe you really just weren’t enough.

Of course she conveniently decided to do this the night before you perform in Hawkins, and debut the song you wrote about her. You tried to fight it, but you couldn’t help but cry as you sang the song. You managed to finish it decently, but tears streamed down your face the whole time.

Your big brother, Eddie, ran on stage as you cried and hugged you tight, kissing your head and taking you back to the bus. He put you on the bed, rubbing your back gently as you cried. “What happened?” He asked and you sniffled.

“S-She broke up with me,” you said and he gasped. He shook his head and said “I-I- I don’t…weren’t you going to propose? What happened?” “Yea, I was! I was so fucking excited, and I called her hoping she’d beg me to come home so I could propose but she broke up with me! I don’t even know why!” You shouted, angry and sad and upset and feeling so many things at once.

Eddie comforted you through the pain like he always did growing up. Every time your parents would fight he was there for you. Every time your dad picked on you because you weren’t his he defended you and promised nothing would change the fact you were his sister. And now, he comforts you once more during the worst breakup of your life.

You finished the tour, fans had already figured out you and Robin broke up because you cried through that song 3 times before they took it off the set list and you just hadn’t been the same since. You’d been so quiet and sad and your shows weren’t as good as they were before. You were exhausted mentally, but going home would just remind you of everything you and Robin had together so you just powered through it.

Steve came to pick you up after the show because Eddie was busy in a meeting for his band and you didn’t want to trouble him. “Hey…are you okay?” He asked, pulling you into a hug. You sighed and shook your head.

“I don’t trust you not to tell Robin so I don’t wanna talk about it” you said and he winced slightly. He helped you load your bags up and gave you a breakfast sandwich to eat. You didn’t want to go home, you wished you had literally any place else to go to.

Robin's car was gone, so she probably had already left like you’d asked her to. You wished she had said it was a joke and she didn’t mean it, making your favorite sound, her laugh.

You stepped in the house, setting your bags down as tears welled up in your eyes. You took a deep breath and Steve brought the rest of your stuff in. He hugged you tight and said “if you need anything, call me” You nodded and thanked him before closing the door behind him and locking it.

You leaned against it, tears fighting to spill over. You couldn’t handle being here. Too many memories of Robin lived within these walls. You moved to the couch, scoffing as you could still smell her all over the cushions. You turned on the TV, her favorite show playing.

It was all too much. You just wished things would end and get better. You missed her so fucking much. You wanted to marry her, build your life together, have kids together. She ruined all of that for you, and you don’t even get to know why.

Months go by, and you start to feel just a little better. You moved out of that house, and even got yourself a cat. You started going to therapy, and learned to live life without Robin. You never wanted to, but you couldn’t mope around for the rest of your life.

It’s been nearly 6 months now, and one morning you’re about to hop in the shower when you hear a knock on your door. You roll your eyes and slip your hoodie back on, quickly running to the front door.

You gasped as you opened the door to see your ex girlfriend. You had seen her or spoken a word to her since that phone call. “Y/n,” she said and tears filled your eyes. You shook your head and said “what are you doing here?”

“I just…I wanted to apologize. I- I know I really hurt you and you’ve been going through a lot and stuff-” she said and you cut her off. You scoffed and said “yea, Robin you broke up with me over the phone in the middle of my tour without even giving me an explanation. Kinda fucked up if you ask me”

“I’m- I’m sorry, y/n. I- I made a mistake. I did. I thought that things were getting too different but the truth is that I just hadn’t seen you in so long and I just felt so distant from you but I didn’t realize it until it was too late. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I regret everything I did. Breaking up with you was the dumbest decision I’ve ever made” she said and you sighed.

You bit your lip and said “Robin…I- I can’t. I’m finally getting somewhere, I can’t go through that again. I can’t live in fear for the rest of my life that any time I go on tour you’re gonna want to break up. You don’t understand how much you hurt me. Robin I- fuck, I was going to propose! You took away my entire future, I don’t know if you realized that”

“Y-…You were gonna propose?” Robin asked and you wiped your tears away, a shaky sob leaving your lips. You nodded and said “Robin, I…I’m- I can’t do this again. It d-destroyed me last time. I won’t put myself through it again” “it’s not- I’m not gonna make the s-same mistakes, y/n. I lo-”

“Robin, please. Go. Don’t come back. I just want to move on” you said and she sighed. She nodded and turned around slowly making her way to the steps. You closed the door and squeezed your eyes shut.

A shaky breath left you, almost in physical pain because of how badly you wished you could have Robin back. But you knew this was only temporary. Getting back together with her would leave you worried that she would fall out of love with you again for the rest of your life. You won’t put yourself through that.

You sniffled as you walked away from the door, sitting down on the couch and wiping your tears. You watched her car pull out of the driveway and took a deep breath. You were grateful for everything you and Robin had together but you couldn’t keep thinking about it and obsessing over it, it only reminded you of how painful the words “I don’t think this is working anymore” felt when she spoke them.

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[densi-mber]

We Swear It’s Not Real, Part 2

***

“So, when are you two going to take the next step?” Mandy asked, insinuating herself between Kensi and Deeks. From her slightly lopsided smile, he thought she’d enjoyed the wine tasting. Turning to Deeks with a conspiratorial smile, she leaned closer. “I bet you already have a ring and spot picked out, don’t you Marty.”

“Beg your pardon?” Deeks asked at the same time Kensi nervously said,

“Mandy, you know we’re taking things slowly.” Taking Deeks’ arm, her hand tightened around his, flexing quickly several times. They’d decided that if anyone inquired about their future as a couple, they would redirect and lie through their teeth.

They just hadn’t allowed for a drunken Mandy’s persistence.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard that same speech from both of you.” She affected a higher-pitched, sing-song voice, ‘We want to enjoy our time together without any pressure.’ ‘We only just found each other.’ ‘We don’t want to kill the romance.’” Mandy rolled her eyes. “You two are perfect together and one of you needs to make a move so I can start planning the wedding. Which means you need to get on it mister.” She poked Deeks in the chest.

“Mandy, enough!” Kensi snapped. “We’re not like other couples, so stop pushing for some fairytale that doesn’t exist.”

Mandy’s eyes widened, a bit of her alcohol induced giddiness disappearing in the face of Kensi’s anger.

“Geez Kay, I was mostly joking. You’ve always talked about your perfect wedding all these years. I thought you’d be happy.”

“Well, not everyone gets a perfect ending,” Kensi said, pulling her arm out of Deeks’.

“Kens—” he protested softly, as she stood up, gathering up the length of her blue skirt.

“I need a couple minutes.” Then before either of them could stop her, she hurried off towards the small vineyard gift shop.

“I’m such an idiot,” Mandy sighed, cupping her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t think I was going to upset her that much.”

“It’s ok,” Deeks assured with a forgiving smile. “It’s kind of a touchy subject. But, uh, if I ever do propose, I do have the perfect place in mind.”

Lifting her head slowly, Mandy grinned back at him. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

***

When Kensi came back about 20 minutes later, she was noticeably subdued, and faked her way through the rest of the event.

“Well, that was a disaster,” she sighed on their way back home. She’d kicked off her heels and roughly yanked the hairpins out keeping her hair in place.

“Eh, I thought the Riesling wasn’t bad,” Deeks joked. “Tiffani definitely approved.” Kensi gave him a knowing look.

“I freaked out for no reason. I let Mandy get to me, even though I knew she, or one of the other girls would pressure me about it at some point.”

“So why did you?”

“I don’t know,” Kensi said to his surprise. “I guess…I’ve been thinking about how different my life is from Kat’s and Mandy’s, any of my friends. I’m probably not going to get engaged, or invite all my friends to bachelor party, or marry—that’s just not my life.”

“Who knows, maybe I will propose to you someday,” Deeks said, probably getting way too close to the line of truthfulness for his own good.

Tilting her head to the side, Kensi reached for his hand on the steering wheel, smiling sadly. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Deeks.” She squeezed his hand once before letting go, and settling back with a wistful expression.

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“Just a couple more weeks, and you’ll be a free man,” Kensi commented one night as they painstakingly glued tiny bits of lace to roughly a thousand centerpieces.

“Yeah, seems like it was just yesterday that the Tiffanys were jumping up in down in excitement at Kensi One-Date Blye finally having a boyfriend,” Deeks said after a moment.

The weeks flew had flown by with increasing speed, and before Deeks knew it, they’d hit the month of Kat’s wedding. With that, Deeks felt an increasing sense of panic with the knowledge that his and Kensi’s charade would be over once the reception ended.

And he didn’t want it to. Well, that wasn’t true; he didn’t want to pretend anymore. He wanted to be with Kensi, and he was pretty sure she felt similarly.

Since the disastrous wine tasting, her kisses were less perfunctory, and she found reasons to keep him hanging around longer each night. The day she’d insisted she needed help organizing her dishes was probably his favorite.

Every time he even hinted at there being something more, Kensi brushed him off with some self-deprecating comment about her inability to keep a houseplant alive. She wasn’t suited for a relationship, she insisted.

“I bet you can’t wait,” Kensi continued, pausing expectantly. Deeks hesitated, licking his lips as a touch of nerves set in.

“About that.” He drew a breath through his teeth, wondering if he was about to make the worst decision of his life. “You know how we said if either of us ever found someone that we liked, we’d stop doing this. Fake dating?” he asked. Kensi stilled, her face going carefully blank.

“Yes,” she said. “Did—did you find someone like that?”

“I did. I wanted to tell you sooner, but uh, I didn’t want to back out on our deal.”

“Oh.” The devastation on her face made him almost stop right then and there and tug her into his arms. Shrugging a little helplessly, Kensi offered a weak smile. “What’s she like?”

“She’s utterly ridiculous. In the best way possibly,” Deeks replied, not having to pretend for once. “She’s a brunette, with the most amazing smile in the world, and a terrible sense of humor.”

He saw genuine hurt flash across Kensi’s face, and decided he’d gone far enough.

“Wow, that’s really amazing Deeks. I’m so happy for you,” she said, sounding devastated.

“Yeah. I forgot to mention that she’s got these crazy eyes too. Different colors and everything.” He paused, fiddling with a bit of lace as Kensi froze, tilting her head.

“Deeks,” she whispered, a note of question in her voice. He couldn’t contain his smile.

“And she’s currently sitting in front of me,” he finished softly. Kensi gaped at him for a moment, then she launched herself at him, knocking him to the floor, her lips slanting over his. He leaned up into the kiss, tangling his fingers into her hair.

“You are so mean,” Kensi murmured, punctuating each word with a kiss.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” He drew back, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, and looked up at her. “Kensi Blye, will you go out with me?”

Kensi cupped his cheek, arching up to kiss him again. “Yes. More than anything.”

“To never be free again,” he said as Kensi drew him back down, rolling them into the long forgotten centerpieces.

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A/N: I think I might be watching too much sappy romance stuff. Sorry if this feel a little flat at the end.

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Can’t Help Falling In Love Chapter 7: I Promise

Summary: Y/N recruits Natasha to help him plan the perfect proposal...and pick out the ring

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Y/N, Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Suggestive situations, language

Word Count: 2.1K

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It had been about two months since that disaster of a mission where Y/N had decided he was going to ask Wanda to marry him.  Of course he’d discussed it with her.  The subject came up naturally shortly after they returned from the mission.  Y/N was stuck in bed after having his leg stitched up so naturally they had to do a Disney movie marathon.  Marriage was brought up during Princess Diaries 2.  Wanda had been the one to bring the subject up.  It started with a comment about Mia’s wedding dress which led to rings which led to ceremonies which led to honeymoons which led to Wanda saying she wanted to get married.  Y/N kept a cool facade throughout the conversation but on the inside he was exploding!  He calmly mentioned that he too would like to get married but that he wasn’t in a rush if she wasn’t.  Wanda said she didn’t care.  She just wanted to marry him one day.

That conversation started a plan of epic proportions.  Y/N knew he needed help but he didn’t know who to trust.  He didn’t want to tell Pietro because he knew he’d accidentally ruin the surprise for Wanda.  So he thought Nat would be a good one to get involved.  When he told her of his plan to ask Wanda to marry him he thought she was going to burst with excitement.

“WHAT?!  Of course I’ll help you out!” She practically jumped off the couch.  “Who else knows?  Have you two talked about marriage?  Please tell me you have…what about rings?  What does she want in a ring?  Do you have a ring?  Now how are you gonna ask her?  Because I know-”

“Woah okay.  Take it easy, Nat!”  Y/N put his hands up in front of his body.  “You’re the only one who knows.  Right now I just want your help with the ring.  I wanna go into the city to buy it.  I’ve got some money saved up and I wanna get her a really nice ring.  She deserves it.”  He smiled as he looked at Nat.

She looked at him, then looked down at the coffee table.  “Welp,” she said, placing her hands on her knees to push herself up.  “Let’s go, I’ll drive.”

“What?” Y/N was confused.

“You wanna go buy a ring or what?” she questioned.

“Well yeah, but I didn’t mean right now!”

“I don’t care, we’re going now.  Go get your wallet, go put some real pants on, get your shoes, and meet me at my car!  I’m not letting you change your mind on this.”

“Okay fine, you win!  What should I tell Wanda?”  He didn’t want to give away what he was up to.  “She’s gonna be suspicious if I tell her you and I are going into the city.”

“So then don’t tell her,” Nat raised her eyes mischievously.

Y/N grinned.  “I’ll go change.  Meet you outside in ten?”

“Sounds good!”

Y/N sprinted back up to his apartment.  It felt like a dream.  He was actually going to pick out an engagement ring for Wanda.  Things were starting to fall into place.  He hummed to himself as he pulled off his pajama pants, opting for a pair of jeans he’d thrown in the laundry.  He wiggled them up his legs, jumping as he pulled them over his butt.

“You look better with them off,” teased Wanda.  Y/N whipped around.  He hadn’t heard her come into his apartment.

“Oh, hey!” Y/N blushed, buttoning his jeans.  “I didn’t hear you come in.”  He reached over and grabbed the wallet that was laying on the nightstand.

“Going somewhere?” She cocked her eyebrow.

Y/N sat on the bed as he pulled his sneakers out from underneath it.  “Yeah.  Nat wanted to get lunch.  Said she wanted to talk about something.”  He slipped one foot into his shoe, using his finger to pull at the heel to slide his foot in without untying it.

“Talk about what?”

“Dunno,” Y/N lied.  “She didn’t say.  I’m meeting her outside in like ten minutes.”  He pulled his other shoe on and stood up.

“Okay,” she responded somewhat puzzled.  She looked at him and shrugged.  “She never said anything to me about it.”

“I’ll tell you when I get back,” Y/N promised as he stood up and walked toward the door.  As he reached to turn the door, Wanda stepped in front of him and reached behind herself to lock it.  “Wanda, I’ve got to go…”

“We’ve got ten minutes, baby.  I’ll be done with you in plenty of time.”  There was a devilish look in her eyes as she slid her fingers inside the waist of his jeans, tugging him closer to her.  Y/N felt himself stop breathing.  “Of course I can stop and we can wait until after you get back,” she pouted.  “But I’ll have to entertain myself in the meantime,” she whispered in his ear.

“Wands-” Y/N groaned as she unzipped his jeans.

“Stop talking and let me take care of you,” she ordered as she dropped to her knees, taking Y/N’s jeans with her.

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“What part of ten minutes did you not understand?” Natasha jokingly scolded as Y/N slid into the car.  “I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes!”

“Sorry.  I didn’t plan on being late, but I ran into Wanda and she had…other ideas.”  Y/N felt his face blush beet red.

Nat failed miserably as she attempted to stifle a giggle.

“Oh come on!  It’s not that funny!” he protested.

She pressed her lips together as she nodded her head.  “Yeah it kinda is!” she laughed.

“Okay you know what?  Let’s just go, can we please just go?” Y/N was exasperated as he threw his hands up in resignation.

“Alright, simmer down,” Natasha replied, starting the car.  Y/N massaged his temples.  They sat in silence as they left the compound and headed towards the interstate.  It was almost an hour before she broke the silence.

“So what is Wanda looking for in an engagement ring?” Nat questioned.

“She didn’t really say,” Y/N replied.  “We talked about it a little bit.  She did mention that she doesn’t really want a diamond.”

“Okay,” said Nat.  “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you want in an engagement ring?” she asked.

“I dunno…I guess I never really thought about it before,” he admitted sheepishly.  “I think I’ll know when I see it.”  He leaned back in the passenger seat to stretch out his limbs.  Nat was driving with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the windowsill as she held her hand out the open window.  “Where are we even going?” He realized she’d never told him where she was taking him.

“It’s a place I went to with Clint once.  He wanted to buy a necklace for Laura a few years back,” she explained.  “They’ve got good stuff and it won’t cost you an arm and a leg either.”

Y/N smiled weakly.  “Thanks for coming with me, Nat.  I really appreciate it.”

Nat looked over at him and smiled warmly.  “Wanda’s very lucky to have you.  I’m happy to help out in any way I can.”  Y/N chuckled.  “So tell me, how are you asking her?”

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Y/N and Natasha spent nearly two hours in the small jewelry store in Soho.  Y/N was promptly overwhelmed as he saw the shining cases full of rings.  Nat had helped focus him as he scoured the shelves top to bottom, searching for the one he thought Wanda would adore the most.  After spending almost an hour debating and quick FaceTime calls to Clint and Yelena, he finally settled on the gold band that had a beautifully cut emerald set on top.  They spent the entire drive back discussing Y/N’s plan to actually propose to Wanda.  He was going to take her to all her favorite places before bringing her back to the compound and asking her to marry him at a picnic by the river at the same spot where they spent his first night as an Avenger.  But unbeknownst to the couple, Nat was going to surprise them with an engagement party right after.  If there was anyone who deserved a big surprise party it was the two of them.  

The next week was one of the most stressful weeks Y/N had ever experienced.  He was juggling work, spending time with Wanda, and secretly meeting with Nat to plan his proposal.  As the week wore on he started running out of excuses for Wanda, who had started to suspect he was up to something.  Y/N wasn’t the best liar and Wanda had the ability to read him like a book.  Luckily she hadn’t read his mind yet.

By Friday evening the plan had been set and everything was ready to go.  Y/N would take Wanda out to their favorite cafe for lunch.  From there they’d head to the farmers’ market and the local bookstore.  After that they’d head back to the compound where Natasha and Yelena had been preparing the picnic basket, cleaning up the small section of the beach and prepping it with blankets and lanterns, and shooing everyone else away.  Most of the team had figured out what was going on.  Pietro was sworn to the utmost secrecy under the penalty of death.  There was no way he was going to spoil the surprise for Wanda.  The compound was abuzz with anticipation, none more so than Pietro, who was struggling to act normally.  Wanda noticed his strange behavior and made a point of bringing it up to Y/N later.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked him as they snuggled in his bed watching Stranger Things later that evening.

“What?” Y/N felt his stomach lurch.

“I feel like everyone’s been acting weird around me lately.” She sat up on her elbows to look at him.

“Babe, I hate to break it to you but we live with a lot of weird people,” Y/N chuckled nervously as he turned his attention back to the screen.

“I’m serious!” whined Wanda.  “You’ve been disappearing all week.  I know you’ve been spending time with Nat and she refuses to tell me what that’s about.  Plus Pietro was SILENT all evening and you know how he never shuts up!”

“Look,” Y/N sighed as he rubbed Wanda’s shoulder.  “I promise you it’s nothing.  Nat and I are working on something for a classified mission.  Pietro?  I don’t know, hon, he’s your brother.  You know how he is sometimes.”  He felt awful lying to Wanda.  They never lied to each other.  Having to keep up a string of lies over the course of a week was exhausting.

Wanda huffed as she threw herself back on the pillow and crossed her arms in front of her chest.  He could tell she was less than satisfied with his answer.

“Wanda,” he said, turning his head to face her.  “How about we spend tomorrow together?  No work, no training, no group, no Nat or Pietro or Tony or whoever.  Just me and you.  How’s that sound?”

Wanda didn’t respond.

“We can get lunch at the Hilltop Cafe.  And then go to the Book Nook…maybe even the farmers’ market?”

Y/N watched Wanda struggle to fight off a smile.  He knew that the farmers’ market was the way to her heart.  She loved walking around the different booths and exploring each farmer brought to the table.  It reminded her of the Sokovian marketplaces she’d grown up with.  And being in a relationship with a voracious reader and writer had opened her up to the world of bookstores.  They were now one of her favorite places.

“You promise?” Her eyes lit up at the thought of her favorite things.

“I promise,” he replied as he leaned over to kiss her.  She reached up to grab his face, smiling as their lips touched.

“I love you,” she smiled as he broke away from the kiss.

“I love you more,” he replied as he peppered her neck with kisses.  Wanda laughed at the sensation of his lips tickling her sensitive skin.

“Stop!  You know I’m ticklish!” She laughed as he started to run his hand under her shirt and up her stomach.

“Make me.”  His lips were mere millimeters from hers.  He stared deep into her desire-filled emerald eyes.  “Unless you don’t want me to.”

“Promise me you won’t,” she whispered as she pulled up on the hem of his t-shirt.

“I promise.”