#posts this and runs away before i can start to feel insecure about this fic

[chaithetics]

Sweeter Than Honey

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f (afab) plus size reader Prompt: Smutty fic w/afab bi plus size reader & Matt Murdock. The smuttier the better! Word count: 4.2K Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smutty-smut-smut! I think this is the smuttiest thing I've ever written. Language warning, I think! No physical description other than reader being plus size. One reference to reader being bi. Established relationship. Not proof or beta read. I A/N: I'm so excited to share the 2nd Fics for Palestine fic (you can learn more at that link)!!! A massive thank you to @thatesqcrush for donating to PAL Humanity! I really appreciate it, and hope you enjoy it! I hope everyone else enjoys this Matt fic! I did write half of this loopy on pain meds and fuelled by sleep deprivation so be kind lol! I've had a pretty cursed week. Comments and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated! 🫶 P.S. Keep doing what you can to support Palestine! It's all important, whether it's donating, contacting your local and relevant political reps, sharing and engaging with resources and posts, showing up to local events etc. Here is a post I made with free things to do from home to help Palestine. Much love 🖤❤️🤍💚 Gif by @cellophaine

The city that never sleeps at night, is still humming with life. That’s all out of focus as you’re sprawled out in bed, enjoying the soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows of Hell’s Kitchen, it’s lulled you in and out of sleep throughout the evening. That and the body of the devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

Matt and you had spent the afternoon inside, making love, cuddling up on the sofa watching some television and listening to the audio description voiceovers. After an early dinner of takeaways that had been delivered to the apartment’s doorstep and possibly another orgasm or two, Matt had then left for a patrol. 

The rest of your evening had passed pretty quickly with mindless activities and chores and now you were in bed. Dozing in and out of sleep, you’re well aware that your sleep wouldn’t be unbroken until you had the warmth pressed against you that only Matt’s body could provide. There was something about how it felt to have his strong arms around you to be his little spoon and how he’d press kisses against your neck and shoulders as he’d start to enter and then later on leave sleep. 

It wasn’t long after your next yawn and long blink that you heard the telltale signs of Matt’s body quietly but still audibly entering the apartment. It was impressive, he was a fox of a man but he also moved in such a fox-like manner, it was sneaky, elegant, and careful, you’re sure that to those against him, it felt sly and quick too. 

You blink a few more times before you see his figure come into the bedroom, he’s walking fine, which kind of surprises you, his senses are spectacular but he was never gifted with super healing or anything, he had to suffer and bear the pain just like everyone else. You immediately smile as you see him come in. He quickly strips off of his vigilante gear and shoves it away and then walks to the bed. 

He crawls on the bed until he’s close to you, he plants a kiss on your plump upper arm and then starts to trace his fingers along it, trying to feel any freckles or moles that he maybe has missed a previous night and is yet to commit to his memory. It’s something that might’ve made you feel a tad insecure years ago, once upon a time but now, you just take it for the peaceful moment of love that it is. “How was it? You don’t look like a wounded warrior tonight.” You tilt your head slightly to look at him, you can’t help the feeling of contentment as you move a hand of yours to run through the soft and now sweaty hair on his head. 

“Quiet. Barely petty even.” He says as he moves so he’s leaning more on top of you, resting his chin on your chest. You hum in response, it’s a bit surprising but you’re not complaining, he’s home earlier which is perfect. It might be hard to believe but sometimes there are even quiet nights in New York, somehow. “You didn’t have any gentlemen or lovely ladies come over to take my place and keep the bed warm while I was gone, did you?” He asks playfully as his fingers feel the soft material of your nightgown as his hand runs along your full hips. 

“No, not tonight.” You reply with a small chuckle as you look at his handsome face, taking in how each feature of his looks in the dim light. 

“That’s good because I missed you.” He says in that voice that immediately makes your cheeks heat up and you can’t help but feel every filthy thought you’ve ever had about him floating around in your head at this moment. 

“Is that so?” You ask in a whisper, you try to keep your voice even but it cracks with a bit of need and you know he hears it. He would’ve sensed it by now. “Of course.” Matt lets out a small breathless chuckle his expression morphing into a wider grin as he runs his hand down to your thick thighs, caressing gently with the midnight whispers of what’s to come. You watch his handsome face, taking in the expression, how there’s a playfulness in the quirk of his lips but there is also concentration etched into his brows and highlighted by the dim, evening light. Your eyes drop to watch his hand as you feel his rough, calloused hands gently push the hem of your nightgown up to more of your stomach. You don’t even realise you’re holding your breath until his fingers feel your now bare upper thighs and he squeezes them, you let out a short breath and quickly inhale again. Matt was absolutely in love with you and your body, he worshipped you, exactly as he should. You were a bit surprised that after the day you’d both had and then him coming back from a patrol he was already ready to go but as your cheeks heated up, he could be completely insatiable at times but you didn’t have a single complaint. “May I, darling?” He asks. “Yes, now…” You whisper with a smile to match his growing one. “Good, I need you…” He lets out a small groan as he moves so he’s now hovering over you as he spreads out your thighs and gets between them. He runs his fingers along the sensitive skin of your plush thighs. Matt brings his head down and leaves a trail of warm kisses inching up your thighs, you inhale and let out a little moan as you feel his hot breath on you and his soft, warm lips. You move your hand to touch the top of his head and run your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as his kisses trail up higher and higher, getting closer to your core. He moves a hand up to lightly squeeze the beautiful love handles you have, he’s been enchanted by you from the very first beat of your heart that he could hear. He’s obsessed and his senses could just drown in you, he will happily shut out the rest of the world and all the responsibilities, codes of ethics and Catholic guilt that haunt him just to be fully focused on and overwhelmed by you. His hand that isn’t squeezing you moves up to get closer to your sweet hole. “You’re so perfect… So beautiful…” He says in a husky voice between the thigh kisses he’s showering you with. Matt’s fingers tease around your folds, more on the furthest parts of your vulva he can feel your arousal, he can smell it. He’s barely touched you but you’re already so needy and ready for him, he grins like the devil he is and his fingers edge closer to your core, he expertly teases his fingers through your slick folds. When he feels your juices and just how turned on you are, a deep groan leaves his mouth and you see his hips instinctively press into the mattress for a moment. You let out a gasp, it never takes him long to get you slick like this, just a few words and that infamous cocky grin that’s a frequent fixture on his face in the bedroom. You run your hands through his hair a bit more urgently now while he keeps teasing you with his digits, his fingers becoming coated in your juices. “Already soaking wet…” Matt teases in the sexiest tone you’ve ever heard, you let out a barely audible and desperate whimper, just needing more. You need more of him, as you watch Matt lift his hand away for a moment to bring it closer to his face. You watch him with heavy-lidded eyes as he licks it up, at first it’s slow and then he sucks the taste of you off his fingers more quickly and he moans. 

“You always taste so good, sweetest thing in the world…” He says as he then moves his hand back down and fingers now circle your sweet hole, teasing you and you let out a whine as you just want to swallow him up now. “You taste so good, and you’re just so wet, baby… That pussy is just begging to be licked…” He groans, a neediness in his voice that’s just as equal to the need burning inside of you. “Please, Matt…” You whine out, your nails scratching his scalp a little bit more roughly. You need him, every muscle in your body is craving to feel his sensual touch, each inch of your skin needs to feel his body and you just need to be filled by him. 

He quickly pushes his index finger in and you moan out. He closes his eyes as he slides it in and out, enjoying how your velvety walls swallow him, focusing on the other-worldly feeling of your body and the sweet musical moans each thrust of his fingers pulls out of you. You’re his soft and sexy instrument, singing out the most melodic tune. You moan out and tug his short hair as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out, he lets out a groan as he feels more and more of your juices. He slips another finger in, you’re that wet it slides in so easily and he groans at the feeling of how you just swallow that finger up and you moan yourself at the the fuller feeling it gives your hole. He can’t help it, he was right in his earlier statement, your body is just begging him to dive right in for a taste, he can’t resist it anymore, so he continues to pump his fingers in and out, pressing them in deeper and moving them at a faster pace as he brings his face closer to your core. Matt trails his tongue along the edge of your core, lightly running it along your folds as he moves his thumb to circle your sensitive little bud that is just begging for his attention. 

His tongue glides amongst your folds and he moans against you as his fingers keep pumping and his thumb circles more lazily against your bundle of nerves. He moans against you and the simple vibrations of that make your body shake slightly and you moan out as your breathing becomes more shallow from the pleasure. “You make me feel so good Matt.” You whine out as you buck your hips up to meet his mouth and fingers more. That simple movement drives him more wild and he pumps his fingers more intensely making you moan. He starts to move his tongue more through you and eagerly laps up between your folds, his tongue brushing against your clit. He’s savouring the sweetness of your pussy like he’s a man that’s been absolutely starved, that he hasn’t eaten in forever and he’s never had a meal as decadent as this, that he’s never even dreamed of something so delicious and perfect even though his face had been buried between your thighs only hours ago, not weeks, months or years like you might imagine with how eager he was. 

Matt licks your clit, circling it with the biggest need to pleasure you, he needs to devour this divine feast in front of him. He groans as he thinks about how he’d happily spend the rest of his life in this exact position, pleasuring you exactly like this. He needs to make you come, he’s feeling himself becoming harder and harder the more he thinks about making you come and feeling it on his tongue, his face, and being able to taste it. The feeling of Matt’s fingers curling inside you more makes you groan and your eyes widen as he sucks on your bundle of nerves and then hums, his mouth constantly going between lapping you up, licking and sucking on your clit. You’re getting closer and closer, you pull on his hair more and whine out loudly, you can feel the start of that incredible high kicking in. “I’m so close- I’m gonna-I’m gonna come Matty…” You frantically cry out as your eyes squeeze shut and your back arches as you tug on his hair, making you groan, he keeps licking and circling your clit and thrusting his thick fingers into you as you become undone and cry out as you release directly onto his fingers and tongue. You shake slightly as you come down from that high, your body overcome by pleasure and your sensitive spots becoming even more sensitive from release. Matt’s fingers move at a more gentle pace that pulls out another soft moan from you as you take some deep breaths. Matt licks you up, taking in each drop of your juices that he can just so he can treasure them on his tongue, let the flavour become a permanent memory for his mouth. One might think he’s licking you clean and while it’s a bit overstimulating his tongue is gentle, he isn’t done with you yet. He needs more of his sweet treat first before he can even think of moving on to having another part of him buried deep inside of you. He needs to make you come again first. You moan, and keep your eyes closed as all you can do is try to focus on your breathing, something you’re only able to do for four seconds, at the most. And you’re immediately back to only being able to focus on the feeling of his tongue working you through it. How it just makes you more aroused and wetter, you can’t help but think about how wet is mouth and chin must be, how they’ll glisten with your juices when he does pull away. “Matt…” You whisper and moan as you tug his hair lightly. “Come on baby.” He whispers against you before slowly licking through your folds again, the hand that isn’t slowly fingering you, moves up to your round stomach to caress it lovingly, almost reassuringly. “Just give me one more, please?” He asks as your cheeks heat up at that and you let out a little chuckle between moans. “It’s not going to take long for that.” You groan out as you feel his tongue apply more pressure to your hypersensitive bud. 

“I know.” He whispers cockily against your clit which makes you shiver. Of course, he knew. What didn’t he know, he was a sexy human lie detector, one conveniently buried between your legs right now. 

You’re feeling a bit overstimulated at the strokes of his tongue, but it also feels incredible as he keeps swirling his tongue, circling and sucking on your clit. He sucks a bit harder like his life depends on it as he applies more pressure with his mouth and also presses his fingers a bit deeper into your hole. You’re soaking him but he can’t help but moan against your core at the feeling of your needy, overstimulated bud and how your slick walls keep swallowing his digits up with each movement he makes. 

Matt sucks a bit more hungrily as he can tell from your heartbeat and breathing that he’s brought you right back to the cliff again and you’re not even moments away from being pushed over into another release. God, he loves working you up like this and you love it too. One hand is tugging on his hair, becoming rougher with each calculated lick of his and your other is up to the other side of the pillow, tightly holding it, digging your nails in as you moan and feel that feeling of an orgasm building up again in your core. Your hips buck more into his face as you moan and your back arches as you whine out, your eyes roll back as the warm waves of that sweet release overcome you. Any and all tension in your body leaves as his tongue laps you up through your release. He was so obsessed with the taste of you, it was so much better than any cheap beer that Josie’s could serve on a hot night, sweeter than any honey that’s melted on his tongue. 

His hand gently caresses your hip, tracing along an imaginary map as he licks you through the high and cleans you up with his mouth. He groans and comes up, leaving his second home for a moment. 

“You taste and feel so good, I need to feel you more, I need to be buried in you.” Matt pants out as he moves up so that his hips are closer to yours and his face is hovering just inches against you. His voice is needy and low, if you were standing up and not already lying down on the bed you would’ve melted into a puddle. “Mm… Let me feel you deep inside, fill me up, Matty.” You whine out quietly as you run a hand lazily through his hair and place the other on the back of his shoulder. “My fingers weren’t enough were they?” He asks as he moves each of your legs to wrap around the back of his waist. “No..” You whine out as you look at him with heavy lids, running your fingers through his soft hair. “Mm, say my fingers weren’t enough.” He whispers and your cheeks heat up. “Your fingers weren’t enough Matty, didn’t make me feel full enough baby.” You moan out as you feel him press in. He groans at the feeling, he slides in slowly but easily with your two recent orgasms and just how soaked you are. He takes a shaky breath as his eyes close and he feels your body adjust to his entry and how your walls swallow, tighten and clench around his member. 

“Mmm…” You moan out as your head falls back further into the pillow, Matt groans and starts to slowly move his hips against you which draws out a chorus of groans and moans from both of you. He caresses your plump thighs while moving and goes on a journey of kisses starting with your full cheeks to your soft jaw and along your sensitive neck, he groans and smirks at the way you moan when he gives those spots attention. His kisses are soft and sensual as he caresses and wraps his arms around you while he rocks in and out. “So perfect for me every time, you know that right? So perfect, and you swallow me up, and your body… I don’t need anything else.” He says and you feel his breath and each word tickle against your collarbone as he thrusts in and out. Your cheeks heat up and you groan as he thrusts in deeper and you feel yourself clenching around him, swallowing him up more with each perfect movement he makes. You love him, you love how he feels, how he makes you feel, you love who he is as a person and you love his body. Matt’s body presses closer against yours, flushing your bodies together, chest to chest, his forehead leaning against yours as he rocks in, his arms wrapping around, pressing your head closer ever so lovingly. He always loves this cuddling position, that makes your bodies feel even more like one. He moves deeper into you, enjoying this as he presses a soft kiss against your lips but he can’t help it. Your body is too goddamn perfect. Every bit of self-restraint leaves his body at the way that your perfect pussy keeps clenching around his thick member, he wanted to make this last, to fully bask in it, but when you clench around him like that, tug on his hair and moan like that he can’t help it. Who could? He groans hungrily and starts to move his hips quicker, the pace becoming deeper and more intense with each movement and he groans at the feelings. God, you feel incredible. He’s never felt so good with someone like he does with you, he knows it sounds silly but he’s convinced that your bodies were sculpted to perfectly fit together. There’s no other explanation. He groans and his eyes close as he pants thinking about it, he can hear your heart rate increasing at the change of pace. You’re so perfect. You whine out at the new depth and pace, tugging on his hair as you bite your lip. Your fingers dance across his back as you scratch it with each deep thrust of his that pulls a moan out of you. He has you feeling completely full and you can’t help but gasp out at the loss with each time his hips come back. 

“You always feel perfect, you squeeze me just right…oh…” He groans and bites his lip, his arms wrapped around you move slightly so that he can cradle your head more and caress your forehead as he pounds into you. His groans are deep and just show you how much pleasure he’s in. You whine out and claw his back more, you’re sure that in the morning when you shower with him, there will be faint red lines on his back from your hands. The thought about that turns you on more as you keep scratching and moaning. You were flooding him as he kept moving deeper and deeper, each snap of his hips pulled more moans from you and he was groaning and when you clenched around him he’d sometimes let out a little hiss. 

It felt so good, too good, it shouldn’t be possible for two bodies to be able to bring each other this much pleasure. Yet there you both were in the bed you shared doing it anyway. Matt’s body kept moving at a quick pace, he was fumbling any form of control he had over making this last, his hips were quick but now he was thrusting into you more deeply and frantically as your room became filled with the noises of your bodies meeting and all your moans. 

Matt needed to chase his high now, he was too close and he knew it was going to happen in mere seconds, not minutes. He keeps driving his hips into you as he cuddles against you, you’re tugging on his hair and moaning against his neck, sucking on it when you’re not too overwhelmed to cry out. You keep tugging against his hair and moaning, you can’t read his body as well as he can read yours for obvious reasons but you know he’s getting closer, his breathing is shallow and his hips are moving intensely and starting to sputter. Matt groans loudly and kisses you hotly, pushing his tongue in and dancing with yours as he groans and swallows up your respective moans as his hips keep frantically moving to thrust in and out of your sweet, sweet hole until he gives his last groan against your mouth and releases, deep inside of you. He’s so loud and his eyes snap shot as he’s overcome with the feeling of that release. The warmth of his come floods you and he keeps his lips pressed against you softly as his body stills and after a moment, he pulls his lips away. Matt caresses your forehead as he pants, pressing a gentle kiss there. “So perfect.” He whispers before pressing another. You pant out and kiss his jaw. Nobody made love like Matt did, nobody could ever fill you the way he did and take you to absolute pleasure like that. He was perfect and you press kisses against his jaw in between your pants as your heart still races. He’s still inside of you. Jesus Christ, he’s still inside of you. You groan at that thought and then Matt presses a long and gentle kiss to your lips, his lips are so warm and soft. You smile as you look up at him, there’s some sweat on his brow and in his soft hair and your cheeks heat up as you can see some of your juices still glistening on his mouth and chin. 

He’s smiling widely as well, it’s not a devilish grin but rather a happy, content smile. He loves you, words aren’t needed. He pulls out after a moment and then lays back and pulls you carefully into his arms to rest your head against his chin and he closes his eyes. “You’re sweeter than honey.” He whispers as his hand gently caresses your cheek. 

“I guess that’s lucky for me.” You breathlessly whisper while trying to catch your breath. 

“No darling, I’m the lucky one.” He says as he pants and presses a warm kiss to the side of your head. You smile and that and you both let out a small chuckle as you cuddle more into his warm body. You might’ve not had a taste of him tonight like he did of you but he’s equally sweet as honey you think.

[dixons-sunshine]

Cleansing The Mind, The Soul And The Body | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF credits to @reedusmcbridedaily.*

Summary: Getting Daryl to take a shower or a bath when he wasn't in the mood was never easy. It took a lot of skillful convincing and even some bribery. Luckily, as his wife, all it took was a batting of your eyelashes and he was putty in your hands—and you took this to your advantage.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Alexandria; post Saviour arc, pre the building of the bridge.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of past abuse, Daryl's scars.

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: A fic born from this idea by @louifaith. Hope you like this! This was originally supposed to be a 500 word blurb but I got carried away lol.

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The sun was almost completely gone from the sky. The first stars of the night sky were twinkling brightly outside the window of the bathroom in your shared home with Daryl, and the calming, cool breeze was flowing in through the slightly open window. The water was starting to fill up the bathtub, and you meticulously added just enough bubble bath liquid you had found on a run a few weeks prior.

Behind you, Daryl was reluctantly slowly undressing himself, carelessly tossing his shirt into the laundry hamper. He was grumbling to himself under his breath, making you laugh lightly.

“Whatever you want to say, you can say it to my face, Dixon,” you joked, turning the faucet off and turning around to face your half naked husband.

Daryl rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Nothin',” he answered, slowly stepping out of his jeans and boxers and walking over to the bathtub and settling into the bubbly water. “Let's just get this fuckin' over with already.”

You chuckled affectionately, settling onto your knees beside the bathtub and bringing a hand up to brush through his hair. Even though the archer didn't admit it, the warm water of the bathtub was soothing the aches in his body. And your soft hand gently threading through his hair had him practically melting into the water. Despite originally being against the idea of having you bathe him, insisting that he wasn't a little kid and he didn't need someone cleaning him, if he was already so content with just your hand in his hair, he didn't even want to know how relaxed he'd feel if you were to gently wash him.

Daryl subconsciously leaned into your touch and let out a small, content sigh, eliciting a light laugh from you. “Relaxed? I thought you didn't want this. Didn't you say that you "didn't need to be babied" and that "this would be a waste of time"?”

Daryl grumbled under his breath, lightly swatting your hand away. “Shut up,” he mumbled, trying to hide how his lips twitched up into a smile.

You giggled and leaned over the bathtub, catching his lips for a quick, tender kiss, before pulling away again. “Okay, handsome. What first? Body or hair?”

“Hair,” Daryl replied slowly, suddenly feeling hyper aware of the fact that he was naked and vulnerable in front of your eyes.

You nodded and carefully got to work on his hair, wetting it and carefully applying shampoo, working it into his hair while lightly scratching his scalp. “I love your hair. Long hair really suits you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, looking at you.

“Yeah. It compliments your features perfectly. I love it.”

Daryl closed his eyes and basked in the caring, loving moment. However, he couldn't help the nervousness that creeped up on him. The scars on his body were on full display, but luckily the ones on his back were hidden from your view for now. He chastised himself for feeling so insecure about his scars—you were his partner for two years before you became his wife a couple of months prior, and a loyal companion and friend for two years before that, dating all the way back to the quarry. You were well aware of his scars and about his father's abuse, and always worshipped him and reassured him that his scars were nothing to be ashamed of, but that didn't stop his insecurity from creeping up from time to time.

And what should've been a loving, tender moment could potentially be ruined by his insecurity.

While applying the conditioner to his hair, you noticed his now opened eyes staring ahead at the wall, his eyebrows furrowed together as he subconsciously crossed his arms over his chest, right over his scars. You instantly knew what was going through his mind, and you took it on yourself to lift his spirits.

You gently cupped his cheek with one of your hands, prompting him to look at you. His beautiful, ocean coloured eyes locked with your eyes, and you could clearly see the turmoil within their beautiful depths. It made your heart ache to know that someone caused the man you loved so much harm. If his father was still alive, Daryl wouldn't have had to worry about a confrontation with him. No, you would've given the man a taste of his own cruel medicine and after that, you would've killed him.

“Baby,” you whispered softly. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Daryl could feel a blush creep up onto his cheeks. He scoffed and ducked his head, letting his wet hair fall in front of his eyes. “Stop,” he mumbled, but he couldn't help the small smile that crept up onto his face.

You giggled and tucked his hair behind his ears. “You are! You're so beautiful, Daryl. I can't believe how lucky I got with you. I won't be surprised if every woman here has a crush on you. Well, except Tara, but other than her...”

“Nah,” he denied and shook his head in disagreement. “Ain't no woman who would give me the time of day 'cept ya. 'Sides, even if there were, I ain't need no other woman. I already have the perfect one.”

You smiled and leaned over for another kiss, this one lasting longer than the previous one. You pulled back with a soft laugh, admiring the man who you'd come to love above everything else.

“And you swear on your life that you're not a romantic. That last line was smooth, Dixon,” you mused, grabbing the soap bar that smelled like lavender and turned back to the archer. “Is this okay?” you asked, motioning to his body.

Daryl's heart swelled at your thoughtfulness. You never wanted to do something that would make him uncomfortable, and he appreciated you for that. Nobody understood him quite like you did.

“Yeah, s'fine,” he replied with a nod, pushing that nagging voice in the back of his mind away. You loved him, every part of him. If you didn't, you would've run for the hills a long time ago. You weren't freaked out by his scars. You loved him for him, scars and all, and he'd be damned if he let his self deprecating thoughts ruin a good, loving moment.

The two of you remained in a comfortable silence for a few minutes while you continued to wash his body. However, when he slowly sat forward so that you could wash his back, you broke the serene silence with your loving, soft whispers.

“You're so strong, Dar,” you whispered, gently tracing your soapy fingers over his scars. An involuntary shiver traveled across Daryl's spine, eliciting a small giggle from you. “You're a warrior. You've been fighting to live the life you deserve even before the dead started rising. You've been surviving for far longer than most of us. That makes you so fucking brave, baby. And I know you don't feel like it, but you deserved to be loved, and you are loved. Rick loves you. Michonne loves you. Carol, Maggie, Rosita, Aaron, all of them. But I can assure you, nobody loves you as much as I do. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. I'd die for you. I'd kill for you. I'd do anything for you.”

Daryl inhaled sharply. He swallowed hard, willing the lump in his throat to go away. Hearing that from you was exactly what he needed in that moment. He knew it would be a long journey for him until he actually believed he was worthy of love, worthy of your love, but with you by his side, he knew he'd get there eventually.

“I love ya,” he whispered, staring into your eyes to let you know he meant it. He truly did love you. Nothing could ever change that.

“I love you too,” you answered with a smile, gently rinsing the soap from his back before grabbing the handheld showerhead and instructing him to lean his head back. You carefully rinsed the conditioner from his hair, bringing an end to the bath time.

You grabbed a towel and shook it out, using it to dry your husband. He looked at you in amusement but allowed you to do so, not-so-secretly enjoying the attention you were giving him. You then grabbed the fresh pair of boxers and handed it to him, as well as a pair of flannel pants. He got dressed in them and turned back at you.

“Lift your arms,” you instructed, watching the man lift an eyebrow at you but complying nonetheless. You helped him slip his shirt on, and after he was dressed, you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into his clothed chest.

Daryl wasted no time in returning the hug. He tightly wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head before resting his chin there. He gently rocked you from side to side.

“Dar?” you whispered, catching his attention.

“Hm?”

“Do you wanna cuddle?”

“Mhm.”

“You wanna be the little spoon?” you asked, giggling as Daryl's arms tightened around you. You already knew what the answer was without him having to say anything. “C'mon. Let's go to bed, handsome.”

[luvrxbunny]

fame

pairing: ex-bf!Eddie Munson x f!reader

summary: Eddie makes a grave mistake.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, insecurity, 'do i wanna know' (lmk if i forgot anything)

wc: 3.6k

a/n: a few things! Id suggest listening to the song before and/or after you read the fic! I wouldn’t suggest during because obviously it wont be on tempo. this can either be modern!Eddie or we can just pretend that “Do I Wanna Know” came out back in 1980. also idk anything abt instruments so shut up if i messed up anywhere— this is one of the worst ones ive written im sorry i just wanted to post

You and Eddie were happy. You guys got to see each other all the time since you became the lead singer of Corroded Coffin. The band supported you two going public endlessly due to the amazing on-stage chemistry you both brought to the shows. The more touchy, and lovey you guys were, the more people would come to the next show. But with this new, larger crowd came a new wave of women wanting to sleep with the hot lead guitarist, Eddie. 

You had no problem with it before. You know he wasn’t very popular in high school and it took you months to convince him that you honestly found him attractive, that you weren’t playing some practical joke, or just trying to bait him into embarrassing himself. So you were pretty happy to see all the attention he was getting, the attention he deserved. You could see his confidence rising, he would smile at the crowd more, play more impressive riffs and you’d get to watch his chest puff up in pride as the crowd uproars for him. 

But as he got more attention from the crowd, his attention was on you much less.

After shows, instead of hanging back with the rest of the band and relaxing backstage, he’d be out in front “entertaining the crowd” as he lovingly put it. It bothered you a bit because this is where you and Eddie got most of your quality time from but you would never take his little fanbase away from him so of course you never said anything. But there was this one week, gig after gig after gig. 

You got no love from Eddie on stage and assumed it was because he was too tired to put on such a show. He wasn't too tired for his guitar riffs, but you let it slide. It’s Eddie he’ll make it up to you backstage, or later than that if necessary. 

Then came time to head backstage, and Eddie didn't follow. You decided to let that slide too. He needs this interaction with his fans! He needs and craves that connection to people who are similar to him, maybe he’ll make some more friends around his age! You’d never want to do anything to stunt that. 

But three hours later, you Jeff, Gareth, and Doug aren’t in a forgiving mood anymore. You’d all joked about how once Eddie got a taste of fame he’d just leave you all behind but it’s starting to feel like less of a joke and more of a reality. 

You guys drink and complain, roll up, smoke, complain, and down a few more drinks before you all decide to take a stand. It’s a half-joke, that you’re all going to head out to the front and demand that Eddie come backstage to spend time with his band, with his girlfriend at least. The boys talk about inviting some girls backstage with them to make a party out of the whole ordeal but all those thoughts are gone and replaced with sober, solemn ones at the sight of what's happening at the front of the bar. 

Eddie’s sitting on a barstool, leaning back against the bar like he’s some god, he has his arms spread wide, resting on the bar and surrounded by women. Most of them are taking unpermitted selfies with him— not that he minds, but three women are draping themselves over him. One is at his side, sitting in a seat and resting her head on his bicep as she rambles to him and he’s listening.. intently. There’s another who’s on his other side, stroking and running her fingers through his hair, complimenting his curls, the ones you taught him to take care of. The third woman is standing between his spread legs, leaning over so that her cleavage is perfectly in his face under the guise of looking at and complimenting his necklaces. 

The smile on his face is one you’ve been missing, one you’ve been seeing less and less due to the stress of booking gigs but there it is… beaming for another girl.

Your heart stops when Eddie finally notices you guys standing on the other side of the room. You feel as though it’s about to jump out of your body and crash through the ground. Eddie pulls his arms in and pushes the girl between his legs away from him with a wide smile. “Oh. Hey, baby!” 

He’s getting up, explaining himself, and walking towards you all at once but you can’t even process what you’ve seen yet, let alone hear his bullshit explanation so you walk away. 

You turn and head backstage, already planning on packing your things and leaving. You’ll have to call an Uber because there is absolutely no way you’ll ride in the same van as him. You’re shoving your weed and rolling tray into your backpack when your head clears enough for you to listen to your surroundings again. 

You can hear Gareth and Doug scolding the girls, making them leave. You can also hear quick, sharp footsteps heading your way. Your breathing jumps and tears spring to your eyes, ones you quickly squeeze out and wipe away before Eddie comes through the door. 

You don’t look up at him, you just keep collecting your things and internally make a note to yourself not to leave your things scattered across an entire room. 

“Babe? Wait. Wait, wait you have to listen to me first.” You hold back a laugh and settle for a scoff at his statement. 

“I don't have to do anything, Ed.” His heart stops. You’ve only called him Ed once before; it was the biggest and only fight the two of you have ever had. His hands start trembling at their sides and his heart is beating roughly, rushing blood in his ears. He’s stunned to silence, watching you gather your things in a rush. 

You look around for your phone charger and spot it by the doorway, on a chair next to where Eddie is standing. He notices your gaze and quickly grabs the charger, holding it to his chest. “Listen.”

Your eyes slowly raise to meet his. He looks scared and desperate. You give him a chance. 

You put your bag down and lean against the back of the couch, staring at him and waiting for what you’re supposed to be listening to but he seems stumped. 

He didn’t have a plan or know what to say, he just needed you to stop. He tries to piece together a speech but his train of thought is disrupted by a disappointed sigh from you. “Look, Ed—”

He finally finds words. “Please don’t call me that.” His voice is strained, and you almost feel bad. 

“Why? It’s the title you deserve right now. You’re not my Eddie so I’m not going to address you like you are.” You start walking towards him, tears bubbling in your eyes despite the screaming in your head not to cry. 

“You sat there while those women laid themselves all over you, while the rest of your band, and your girlfriend sat backstage and waited for you. I’m your girlfriend. Do you realize how fucked up that is? You had me waiting and waiting for you, thinking you were just interacting with fans…” You think about how easily he fooled you. 

“I’m an idiot, huh?” You trail off, lost in your thoughts of despair. You’d always been so cautious of men, of giving your feelings, always keeping your guard up so you don’t get hurt, and the one time you decide to bring them down. 

“Okay! I’m fucked up for making you wait, I know that. I- I didn’t realize how long it’d been. I’ve been drinking a-and--” 

You cut him off. “Oh, you were drinking with them too! That’s great, Ed. Just the info I need.”

He sighs defeatedly. “I- It- But they don’t mean anything to me. They don’t! Why does it matter that I was drinking with them? It’s not like I was gonna do anything, baby. You know that.” He steps in your direction but you back away and wrap your arms around yourself. 

It breaks his fucking heart. 

“I don’t know that though, do I? Because never in a million years would I have ever thought that Eddie Munson, my boyfriend, would leave me waiting because he was entertaining other women. Do you understand? How- How nerve-wracking and shocking it was to see you out there like that?” 

You take another shaking breath as you avert your gaze from his, tears spilling from your eyes. “The worst part is that- that I believed you when you said you just wanted to interact with fans. I really— God I was even happy for you. I trusted you, Eddie. Co-Completely. You know how big that is for me and you manipulated it.”

He’s rushing towards you now, dropping your charger and taking your hands in his. “No. No, listen, I- I didn’t realize, I didn’t know it- Baby, I thought it wouldn't matter, I thought you wouldn’t care because I’m yours. We’re together so why does it matter? I- I won’t date them, I won’t fuck them, I don’t love them, baby. I love you.”

You sigh and look down at your feet, unable to watch as his eyes fill with tears. 

You wish he hadn’t said that. The first time you get to hear the words ‘I love you’ coming from his lips and it’s in a setting like this..

“Okay. I believe you, Ed, but… You broke my trust, you technically ch- cheated.” His eyes widen almost comically and as his mouth starts to shape the word ‘No’ you cut him off again. “You say you didn’t but just because you weren’t going to have sex with them doesn’t mean that you should let them all over you like that!” 

Your anger bubbles up again and you finish packing, grabbing your charger and throwing your bag over your shoulder. “You’re not that stupid, Ed. You know what you did was wrong otherwise you wouldn’t have pushed those girls off you when I showed up.” You turn to leave the room but you’re compelled to ask him one more question. 

“Did you how this makes me look? You’re supposed to be mine yet there are girls all over you. It looks like I can’t satisfy you, like I’m not enough. And you know I have shit with what. Or it looks like I’m a fucking idiot letting my boyfriend get felt up by fucking groupies while I’m in the back, none the fucking wiser.” 

His tears are spilling now, one currently streaming dramatically down his cheek. “But we- Like we don’t— You don’t have to leave me. We- I’ll be better. I love you, I don't love them I just.. I’ve never gotten attention like that.. I- I just wanted to know what it felt like.” 

You know he’s trying to get through to you, that he’s trying to explain away and excuse what he did but he’s just hurting you further. Why wasn’t my attention enough? 

“Yeah no, I figured that and um… Ed, I think we should take some time apart.” All you get from him is a badly veiled sob. 

“You can flirt around all you want and… and we’ll see if we still have anything between us by the end of it.”

It’s been a little over a month now. 

He called off band practice until further notice. 

You miss him. 

You took the first week apart to come to terms with what you had just done. It was a smart move. You’re not stable enough to let Eddie flirt around with your trust, especially since it had started behind your back. This way was better. You could take some time to yourself while Eddie does whatever he wants. You decided he could come back whenever he was ready, as long as he didn’t do anything with anyone. 

You meant what you said when you left him but you started regretting it after seeing the obvious dip in Eddie’s happiness. You’d see him in school with his head perpetually down. He doesn’t interact with you at all, he doesn't look at you on campus, he sits on the opposite side of the classroom for any class the two of you have together, and makes it a point to never turn in your direction. 

You truly wanted him to relish in the fame without any guilt on your part. You figured it’d hurt you but you wanted Eddie to be able to experience the popularity he never had before. He was supposed to take his newfound freedom and spread his wings however he wished but instead he just wallowed in what he had lost. 

You hoped he’d come to you in the third week, let you know he doesn’t want he freedom you’ve granted him and he’d beg for you back. But it never happened. You thought about going to him, letting him know that you can see him struggling and you forgive him and you guys can get back together like nothing happened. But your pride couldn’t let you. He hurt you and now he’s hurting, it's fair but you shouldn’t have to be the one to concede. 

After the fourth week, you realized your mistake. You should’ve known Eddie would never have the confidence to come back to you, to ask you for another chance, to ask you to forgive and forget his past crimes. You should’ve given him a set timeframe, you should’ve told him he was free to come back when he was ready. 

In the fifth week, Gareth called a meeting. He’d had enough of the missed practices and awkwardness amongst the band. You all responded to his email in agreement. Except Eddie. 

You thought about going over to his house before practice, just to see if he was planning on showing up, to see if he was okay. But you didn’t.

You were actually quite happy to catch up with the others. You joke about how badly all your skills have diminished without a month of practice. Doug jokes about how he mostly misses the DnD nights. As if on cue, Eddie walks in. 

He’s silent and his hair is a mess, obviously not taken care of and it breaks your heart. The room falls sadly silent as Eddie unpacks his guitar and takes a seat. You feel the tension in the room suffocating you and before you can think the action through you spit out a quiet. “Jesus, Eddie.”

The boys laugh beside you and you roll your eyes before making your way over to him. Eddie looks star-struck, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide as he stares up at you, admiring the olive branch you’re extending. 

You take in his bloodshot eyes— high, and his dark circles. Your heart clenches in your chest, recalling the various late-night calls with Eddie as he complains about his insomnia, and how he would wish you were there to soothe him.

You stand beside his chair, shake your head in teasing disapproval, and run your fingers through his roots. You sigh at the immediate tangle that meets you and lock eyes with him, a playful smirk on your lips. “Where’ve you been, Eddie?”

He sucks in a soft breath to answer before Jeff cuts him off with a loud clap. “Alright, positions everyone. What’re we practicing?” You smile at him one last time before heading for your mic. 

“We could start working on “Do I Wanna Know?” Doug suggests and Eddie immediately groans out. He is very open about his hate for the song, about how he thinks it's overplayed and has no substance. In reality, everyone knows he’s just frustrated with the chords. He always wants his hands busy and the chords to this song just aren’t stimulating enough for him, he thinks they’re “boring”.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Ed. This is what the people wanna hear.” Doug defends as he picks up his bass. You clear your throat and Gareth situates himself behind his drums. Eddie is the only one who doesn’t get in formation, staying seated across from you to your left, almost in your line of sight. You make an effort to keep your eyes forward as Gareth starts the beat, pretending you can’t feel Eddie’s eyes on you as he starts his riff. 

You do your best to keep it together as you notice how easily his hands glide across the guitar, you don’t even see him look down once. You rock in time with the drums before singing out the first line. 

It feels shaky and your voice is scratchy but you power through, the boys know you need some warm-up. Your voice evens out by the next pause and you’re starting to feel more confident. 

“Are there some aces up your sleeve?” 

You see Eddie nodding in approval in the corner and you try not to let pride bleed into your voice. 

“Have you no idea that you’re in deep?”

You look over at him to see him still watching you. 

“I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.” 

You note the recognition in his eyes before you break contact, looking back at the base of your mic stand. 

“How many secrets can you keep?”

You think about how the first time you heard this song it reminded you of Eddie. It almost perfectly encapsulated how you felt for him prior to dating, and it ironically relates to how you feel about him now. Still obsessed but too prideful to do anything about it. 

You can see Eddie still staring at you from his corner, unwavering. He always gets a little more confident with his guitar, but it’s been so long since you’ve been around him you feel stupid, like a little girl with a crush. 

Doug and Gareth come in as your backing vocals. 

“Do I wanna know?”

You take your eyes away from the mic stand and look straight ahead. 

“If this feeling flows both ways.”

You see Eddie sit up in his seat.

“Sad to see you go”

“Was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay.”

You start swaying with the beat, getting more loose, and feeling the song. You switch from foot to foot, swinging your hips gently with a smile. 

“That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day.”

You look over at him again. 

“Crawling back to you.”

You say the next line as a genuine question, openly targeting him now. 

“Ever thought of calling when, you’ve had a few?”

You glance away from him, nervous under his penetrating stare. He hasn’t looked away from you once. You’re wondering where all this confidence was in the past few weeks. All he needed was for you to speak to him. You study his face, his reaction to the next line. 

“Maybe I’m too, busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now, I’ve thought it through. Crawlin’ back to you.”

Eddie’s hands finally rest and he leans forward in his chair, cocking one eyebrow at you as if to ask ‘Really?’ and you respond with the next line. 

“So have you got the guts?”

Eddie takes a deep breath before sitting back and adjusting his guitar strap. He runs his hands down his thighs, wiping his clammy palms on his sweatpants as he watches you perform. It’s been so long since he’s seen you, even longer since he’s seen you without it hurting his heart. He’s missed you. 

He takes you in. He notices the pink on your nails, a different shade than the last time he noticed. He can’t help but run his eyes down your body, loving the way you move to the beat, the way you’re shimmying your shoulders. His eyes focus on your lips. 

“Simmer down and pucker up”

He gets entranced with the way they form around your words. He misses feeling them on his, on him. He remembers how soft they are, how raw they get when you’ve bitten them bloody. He watches them stretch over your pearly white teeth in a smile. He can feel your eyes on him again but he can’t pull himself away from your mouth. Not even to look at his guitar as his time comes up. 

You watch Eddie pick his guitar up and start playing again, zombie-like movements as he zeros in on your lips. You try to focus on the words, to stay on key, not stutter or slip up. But Eddie's eyes snap to yours. 

“But we could be together… If you wanted to.”

He takes a deep breath after your last line, as if he was waiting to hear it, like it’s confirmation. You can’t help the smirk that your smile morphs into and Eddie looks down. It looks like he’s focusing on his chords but his eyes are closed, deep breaths filling his lungs as he tries to calm down. 

You’re sure that your performance is mediocre due to the lyrics and pitch being the last thing on your mind. You watch Eddie’s hand slide lazily across the guitar, his ringed fingers moving faster than you could comprehend without even a fraction of his attention. You ignore the pooling in your stomach and look away from him again, trying to focus on anything else. 

“Crawling back to you.” 

You pretend not to hear the smirk in Gareth's voice. You see Eddie looking up at you again in your peripherals. He sits back and adjusts himself, lifting his hips, lowering his guitar and when you glance over you can see a lip tucked under his teeth. 

“Maybe I’m too—”

You see Eddie leaning forward as he stares at you, begging for your attention so you turn to him. His eyes soften and you can see his chest heave ever so slightly. 

“-busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now, I’ve thought it through. Crawlin’ back to you.”

You go through the motions for the rest of the song. You keep eye contact with Eddie through all of it. 

Everything around you is forgotten as he looks into your eyes. You’ve missed him so much.

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BELOVED — E. SOHN

pairing: eric sohn x fem! reader

genre: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers. angst, fluff. the tiniest bit of swimmer! eric for some reason. wrote this in a moment of weakness handle with care!! :~)

word count: 2.4k

warnings: reader is said to be red in the face from the cold (alludes to specific skin color - im sorry i wrote this for me only and yall just get to read it), swearing, insecurity and jealousy, unspecified mental illness (?)

a/n: once again thank you to @csenke for beta reading and encouraging me to post this :p and also for existing. ily <3 btw swimmer eric is such a concept it gave us both whiplash maybe i need to revisit this in a full fic....

The coldness of the crisp evening makes you sniffle, your bones freezing and fingers going numb even in the comfort of your coat pockets. Your brain is full of thoughts fighting amongst each other, running around and hitting the corners of your head, slowly causing you an annoying migraine. You now regret not taking your headphones with you, because the music could help you drown out the noise of your inner voice, but the you from an hour ago that decided to go on a walk to clear your head had other plans for you, so you now have to suffer the stream of your thoughts instead. The stream is so loud you swear you can hear it resonating through the silent campus, but you know that’s a foolish thought, so you fight it away with a bitter chuckle.

Eyes zeroing on the orange fluorescent lights coming from inside of the building you’re standing in front of, you start feeling a little silly for coming here. It’s not like you think you’d be sent away, but there’s also that little bugging voice inside of your brain that keeps reminding you that you weren’t invited. Your feet have dragged you here without your consent or order. One moment, you were walking down the river, shuddering from the cold, and the other, you found yourself in front of the pool– as if the tugging of your heart was stronger than your own brain, stronger than your own thoughts.

Sometimes you feel bad for taking it all out on him. At least that’s what you suppose you’re doing– with your annoyed remarks whenever he checks in on you, with your sighs whenever he asks what’s wrong. It’s not like he’s incorrect with his suspicions– he always somehow knows you’re in a bad mood, no matter how hard you try to mask it– you just don’t often feel like discussing the matter with him. Or anyone, really. Sometimes, you feel bad for pushing him away or not texting him back. Sometimes you feel truly shitty for the fact that you can’t open up to him, no matter how hard you try. 

And sometimes, you just truly think that he wouldn’t care. It’s weird how your mind works– someone could spend so much time with you, making memories together and laughing at your jokes, yet, your mind could convince you that they don’t really like you at all in the first place. That this is some sort of a game they’re playing, trying to see how long you can stay convinced that they enjoy your presence in their life before you notice and they step away. You don’t even know where this conviction is coming from. If you knew, maybe you could fix it. If you could locate it, you’d try to delete the flawed code from your system. 

Sometimes, you think he doesn’t care about how you are, what you’re doing, what you think. It has nothing to do with the way he treats you; more so with the anxiety nibbling at the corners of your brain whenever he talks to anyone else– with the constant fear of being replaced, of having him find someone better, someone less difficult to be friends with. In its full essence, the image is terrifying. You think your world would crumble if you lost another person in your life.

More so, you think your world would crumble if you lost him. You recognize that there’s a constant desire in the depths of your heart to be someone’s favorite– his favorite– to be the person someone would choose in a room full of people. To be the one they walk up to first with a smile and their arms wide open. 

And it’s silly. You’re his best friend. He tells you so every day. It’s the way you’re introduced to everyone out of his circle that you meet on parties or at campus.

Admittedly, you like hearing him say it. Best friend– the title shows you’re the best at something: at being his companion, at making him laugh, at being there for him, whatever it is that you do to earn that sticker. The title shows that you’re somebody’s favorite– his favorite– and it makes you deeply satisfied with yourself. It makes you proud, even. 

Some days, you still have a hard time believing it, though. Some days, you still feel stranded. Lonely. Isolated. It’s weird. 

Somehow, your heart, your feet and the unconscious part of your brain took you right where you knew you’d find him. You didn’t choose to go here– if you realized you were nearing the building, you would’ve even tried to stop yourself– and as you contemplate turning on your heel and going back home, hell, you even take the first step away from the pools, the sound of the main door opening and his voice calling for you makes you halt in your movements, gluing you to the pavement. 

Sometimes, the heart knows what it needs even before you get a chance to register it.

“Y/N! How long have you been standing there?” he calls after you, making you bite down on your lower lip. There’s no escaping him now– you guess it’s for the better, though.

Turning towards him, a guilty look spreading over your features, you shrug. “Not long.”

“It’s freezing out here! Why didn’t you come inside?” he asks, a wrinkle forming in between his eyebrows as he walks closer to you, his friends from the swim team patting his back and saying their goodbyes to the two of you as they pass the commotion on their way out.

“I didn’t want to intrude your practice,” you peep, sniffling a little from the cold.

“Gosh, you always do this,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. He almost looks mad at you, and by the way he raises his voice and throws his arms in the air in frustration, you think you’re correct with assuming he might be. “I texted you the whole day! Hell, I called, even though I know how much you hate phone calls. And I get that you probably didn’t feel like talking, but a simple ‘I'm okay, don’t worry’ text would’ve been nice!”

Dragging his hand through his hair in defeat, he shakes his head at you. “Besides, you can’t just keep shutting me off every time you are having a hard time, for god’s sake! Not only do I worry, but I hate seeing you suffer all alone.”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you listen patiently to his lecture. You know he’s right– he almost always is, because the rational side of your brain ceases to exist every time your insecurities fail you– so there’s really no aim in trying to argue or fight with him. 

Eric sighs as he steps even closer to you, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder before he reaches for the hood of your jacket and puts it over your head. “You could’ve texted me you were here, I’d leave practice early for you,” he says, voice now softer as he stands in front of you, not really wanting to scream straight into your face. 

You shrug in response, not really knowing what to say. Telling him you contemplated leaving  just seconds before he found you here would make him even more mad with you, so you choose to gloss over that fact. Besides, it’s kind of comforting, the way his words work. The way his presence calms you, makes the screaming match of your thoughts drown out with his firm comments and scolding remarks. His words, although full of frustration, make your insides warm up and your muscles relax, like you’re coming undone.

His face shows concern. His actions speak even louder than his words when he tugs the sides of your hood closer together at your neck, the hole for your head previously exposing your bare skin and making you shiver. “Couldn’t you dress more warmly? Do you want to catch a cold?” he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “You scutter here all unannounced, wearing close to nothing, and expect me to not be frustrated with you?”

You study his expression for a while. It’s not often you get to see Eric from so up close, but even in the darkness of the evening, you recognise the familiarity of his close-to-flawless features. Anchoring yourself into his gaze for a second, you move to study the sculpture of his cheekbones, the furrowed nature of his brows, the slope of his cupid’s bone. His hair falls into his eyes, making you instinctively drag your hand up and move his bangs out of the way, having the male wince at the contact of your fingers with his skin. “Hell, your hands are cold! You didn’t even take gloves? It’s minus five degrees outside!” he grunts.

It makes you chuckle. You did something nice for him, yet, there he is– complaining about the fact that you have yet again failed to take care of yourself. “I’m not even surprised, y’know, since you didn’t put on a scarf either, but sometimes I wish this little brain of yours,” he point his finger to the side of your temple, “had better self-preservation instincts,” he finishes as he fishes for something in his pocket.

Taking out his own gloves and holding them up to you so you can slip your numb fingers into the fabric, he continues on with his little tangent. “Next time,” he adds when you’re successfully wearing the warm garment, “text me as soon as you get here, okay? And look outside before you go out, so you know what to wear. Maybe open that little weather app on your home screen, even. Might be helpful,” he jokes, although a little dryly, as he brings out a scarf from his duffel bag, tying it around your neck and almost suffocating you with how tight he wraps it, making sure you’re defrosting under his tender care.

When he’s done dressing you up like a doll, you’re left staring at him speechless. Eric reciprocates the gaze, something gentle, yet worried mirroring behind his dark orbs. There’s comfort lingering in the air now that you’re not so cold, and with the added essence of his existence, the act of living doesn’t seem like such a hassle anymore. You feel lighter, in a way.

“Sorry,” he hums after a heartbeat of silence, “how are you feeling?” he asks, an apologetic look sent your way when he realizes he slipped into a heated lecture again, not knowing that this is exactly what you wanted and unknowingly came here for. (For his furrowed eyebrows and the crease in between them, his worried orbs and words tinted with frustration, showing you that he cares and wants you to be safe. For his little tangent, yet also gentle touches as he takes care of you and makes sure you’re staying warm. For the familiar look in his eyes, whispering to you that you’re the only thing in the whole world that matters to him right in this moment and always, forever.) 

You smile at the clueless boy. It seems to make something in him settle into a more comfortable place. “All better now,” you reply.

“Good,” he says. “God, you look awful,” he jokes– laughing airly to reference the state of your frozen face– cheeks and the tip of your nose red, eyes watery from the wind, hair messily sticking out from the bottom of your hood– as one of his hands comes up to cradle your face and squish your cheeks together, turning your chapped lips into a big pout. The contact of his skin on yours makes your stomach feel light with the contrast of his warm hand on your cold face, all your senses coming alive when his voice drops a few octaves lower, seriousness tinting his tone. “Promise me to take better care of yourself from now on?”

Nodding, not really having it in you to even make a noise, you watch as the male studies your face for a while. In any other circumstance, his gaze would make you shy away, but not now. Not when everything seems suddenly so simple, not when all your worries seem to slip through your fingers. When his eyes point towards your lips– your puckered, dry mouth– a sense of expecting takes over you, a strange kind of excitement buzzing in the tips of your fingertips. When you breathe in through your half-clogged nose, the mixed scent of his fabric softener coming off the scarf tied tightly around your neck and the smell of the shower gel he uses to wash the chlorine off after his swimming practice hits your nose, making you a little light-headed. No words are spoken as the male suddenly leans in and presses a quick peck to your lips.

His warm lips meet with yours in what seems to be a second-long contact, but it’s enough to have the ghost of his touch lingering, enough to make your stomach churn in joy.

The action was so painfully casual– as if it was second nature to him. As if there was no reason for him to contemplate the decision– as if this was what he wanted to do all the time, and so he did it. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

Selfishly, though, you must admit you need both– you need the words just as much as the actions. Good thing Eric knows you so well– sometimes you think it’s even more than you know yourself.

“Now come on, let’s get you home,” he hums, hugging you to him with his right arm as you two walk down the sidewalk, “wouldn’t want my beloved girl to freeze to death right here.”

His beloved.

The words resonate in your brain. This time, it’s a good type of screaming match happening with your thoughts– all worries battled, using his sentence to cut out the bad parts like a sharpened knife. This time, your mind is full of fireworks and excited buzzing, sending the happy signals all across your body, helping you fight winter with the power of gentle loving. 

And sure, you know that those feelings might come again. There’s no way of telling when the skeletons will appear, hunting down your happy thoughts. But you know that even if they do, you will always somehow find your way back to Eric, and he’ll make sure to remind you of what you need to hear, and you’ll be okay again.

You guess The Beatles were right after all. Maybe all you need is a little love sometimes.

[l3viat8an]

Asmo req!!

I love how sweet he is portrayed usually, I think him with insecure Mc being sweet and educational is so sweet. But I want corruption kink asmo or pervy asmo just as much ;; he's definitely capable

Nsfw!

Soooo to satisfy my brain and hopefully your request <3 I did some pervy headcanons that I honestly wouldn’t mind turning into full fics later on! But needed a little change rn hsjsh CW: Pervert stuff!- ass slapping, non-consensual pictures (pantyshots), grinding, talk of Asmo jerking off, Asmo being a pervert duh, Asmo sends you some nudes / videos ‘accidentally’

Asmo has no shame and has jerked off at least once while on the phone with you. Keeping his whines ‘n little moans as quiet as he can and even keeping his voice normal, all while keeping up with the conversation. Your voice sounds so sweet in his ear as you tell him about you day~ how could he resist his little urge?-

Hugs <3 always sweet and innocent right? Not with a perv! If Asmo’s running up and hugging you from behind his arms always wraps around you chest, usually with his fingertips running almost casually across your nipples.

And if he’s hugging you from the front his hands are sliding down your back and grabbing you ass, giving it a good squeeze before you can wiggle away.

Speaking of your ass XD Asmo’s always squeezing it when you walk past him or giving it a quick slap.

Always has you walk up the stairs ahead of him or really anywhere with you in front of him and it seems so sweet and like he’s being a gentleman~ nope! He just wants to get a better look at your ass.

Really enjoy smelling your hair whenever you’re near him and even steals a whole damn bottle of your shampoo, uses it in the shower pretending you’re there with him and jacking off.

Whenever you lick your lips around him, especially in class- all Amso can think about is how good they would feel wrapped around his cock and watching tears pool in your eyes, as your cheeks turn red and drool run down your chin-

And touching up your makeup? Asmo’s thinking about how much prettier you would look if it were smeared and running down your face~!

He’s practically drooling whenever you ask him to do your makeup.

If / when you wear shirts he’d always dropping things and oh, so sweetly asking you to bend over and pick them up for him.

Totally takes a few pics up your skirt whenever you do so, or if you sit next to him in class, he’s trying to take some under the desk somehow-

Constantly offers you his clothes and makes sure you’ll wear something of his eventually.

From tops to skirts, almost anything. As long as it’s you. Even if, it’s just a shirt! After you wear it he’ll put it on and jerk off to thoughts of you. How the fabric had touched your skin. How strong your scent is-

Always loves taking you to the Fall!! Asmo can feel his control slipping a little bit when you grab his hand and drag him onto the dance floor. Before he knows it he’s grabbing your hips as he grinds his growing bulge against you.

Steals some of your underwear, not to use or jack off into. Instead he’ll wear them around for a day before putting them mixed back in with your clean underwear. It makes him feel closer to you.

More then once he’s ‘accidentally’ sent you nudes or videos. He always apologizes saying “Oops. Wrong person.” Or “You were just my top contact ♡"

At first you believed him and said it was fine, besides Asmo posts mostly nude photos all the time. You’d basically seen it all already.

Until one night, he sends you a few pictures and a video, him sitting in bed getting off as usual. You start to type back that he needs to stop / he’s got the wrong person again but as you type he sends a short text, “Those are all for you MC~ enjoy.”

And he’s sending you one last video of him cumming all over his hand as he moans your name.

[mariaofdoranelle]

The Courtship Deception - Part 11: Fracture

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Written for @throneofglassmicrofics

I also used the Yacht prompt from @rowaelinprompts!!

This is me posting and running away byeee

Warnings: none?

Words: 965

Rowan’s turbulent engagement had nothing and everything to do with his bride. Regardless, he’d spare no effort to take the weight off of her shoulders and treasure the engagement’s good moments with her.

For the last romantic hangout before the wedding, Rowan picked the least polluted lake close to the city and borrowed one of the Galathynius’ yacht—not the big one for parties, but the smaller one reserved for close friends and family. They were both on the deck, lying on a hammock-like net that allowed them to see the water under them.

As if this would make him pay attention to the lake when Aelin wore a red bikini so small it couldn’t exist in a three-dimensional space.

They laid on their sides facing each other, soaking in that blissful silence while Aelin appreciatively ran her hand through his torso and shoulder.

“Are you sure you’ve got this all figured out?” she asked for the second or third time today.

Rowan stiffened, then forced himself to loosen up and gave her a lazy grin. He was insecure about his own ability to pull this off, yes, but he didn’t need to stress his bride right before the wedding.

“You…” Rowan kissed her jaw, cheek and nose. “The only thing you need to worry about is getting on that altar.” A slow kiss on the mouth this time. “All pretty and pampered for me. You should put on something pretty enough to post pictures with, but not so much I can’t ruin it later.”

Aelin put their foreheads together, eyes closed as she caressed his cheek. “You sure? Because I have a plan if you’re not. I know people who would benefit from us getting married.”

He leaned away, frowning. “Who? Your ex-boyfriends?”

Come on, she seemed to say with her eyes.

Rowan let out a dry laugh. “I’ll pass.”

“Very well, then.” A sigh. “Also, we never discussed what we’re doing after we’re married.”

Yes, they haven’t, and for a reason that kept him up a night.

She continued, “My dad is convinced we’re moving to Doranelle after we marry. Is that what you think we should do?

“I don’t know, Fireheart, this is something you should be telling me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Aelin, I’m not marrying you to cage you.” Rowan fiddled with the fingers on her left hand, trying and failing not to show his nerves too much as he said, “Once we’re married, you’re free.”

“Is that what you want?”

“You’re missing the point.” Rowan ran a hand through his hand, staring at the gentle crash of the lake’s small waves while he searched for the right words to explain his plan. “It’s not about what I want. You can use my last name or keep yours, live with me or move to the Red Desert if you wish. Once we marry, you’re free from your father to do whatever you want.”

Gulls flew by, crying out in a way that Rowan couldn’t help but relate. As Aelin regarded him with a profound silence, he knew that this was it. All the time Rowan wondered if this was real or he was just fucking himself over to get a broken heart in return—she was about to lay his fate in front of him.

“Though what you’re doing is much appreciated…” Aelin trailed, then beheld him for a moment with such tenderness and sincerity he couldn’t look away.

“I love you, Rowan, and I will follow you to whatever end.”

For a long moment, he said nothing. But his brows narrowed slightly. “To whatever end?”

She nodded, interlacing their fingers together without taking her eyes off his.

Rowan squeezed her hand. “You said you wanted to travel without people following your every step, but I hope you can make an exception for me.”

“Sounds perfect, actually.”

She grinned, and the feeling it evoked in him made all the effort he was making look like nothing compared to it. Rowan would easily start a war for that smile alone.

“And Aelin?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

She pushed Rowan’s chest so he could lay on his back, then rested her head atop it. If Aelin could read into his erratic heartbeat, at least they’d be married in a couple of days.

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Later that day, Rowan was summoned for the umpteenth time since settling the engagement—the wedding planner was the worst of all, but this time it was Rhoe who requested him on his office.

And by the frightened look his secretary wore, his soon-to-be father-in-law wasn’t having a good day.

The man was already waiting for him, and the air inside the office felt eerie. The entire time they exchanged pleasantries, it lacked the false warmth Rhoe used to compliment Rowan’s false title.

“Do you know about Aelin’s mother?” The older man finally asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“I don’t need to remind you about the ties your family has to the Ashryvers, do I?”

“You don’t, sir.”

He leaned back in his chair, regarding him with a sinister smirk. “Now, imagine my surprise when, after I send the invitations, Aelin’s uncle calls me to congratulate on the wedding and says how surprised he is that you decided to marry someone with royal blood.” Rhoe cocked his head, the lethal intensity of his glare piercing through the faux-prince. “I’m sure you already know how our conversation went after.”

He swallowed. A cold, paralyzing fear spread through his body—what frightened Rowan wasn’t the man before him, but how he held Aelin’s fate in his greedy hands.

“I can imagine, sir.”

Rhoe opened a drawer and pulled a stack of papers Rowan knew too well. “Is there anything you want to add before we go over the penalties for breach of contract?”

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[bookshelf-dust]

did you post literally today? yes. am I about to request again? of course. it's like a drug (I read the last fanfic 3 times today, yes it was that good)

so, other way around now! what about reader being jealous of Gareth? the setting can still be the Hideout and someone is getting too touchy with him, reader knows Gareth wouldn't cheat but their insecurities get the best of them. (I think Gareth would be cocky about it after the situation had settled, him being sooo tease-y and flattered). if it's too specific you can change it a bit of course.

(I'm just gonna add that I reread your fics for comfort when I'm sad<33)

babe magnet

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 886

warnings: swearing, mentions of inebriation, reader gets insecure about looks/worth, gareth being a flirty shit, fluff

a/n: hi my sweet!!! thank you for requesting. also—i’m not letting this go—you read my stuff repeatedly? 🥺 please stop i’m going to cry!! you have no idea how much it means hearing that you enjoy my writings that much and that they bring you comfort when you’re upset. i love you so so much. also it’s kinda short but i hope it’s what you wanted and that this is okay!! <333 (also his face at the end of this gif?? gareth the grump?? yeah, i think so.)

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“You’re so handsome, you know that?”

Gareth doesn’t even know this girl’s name. She’s a groupie, obviously, but he can’t even fathom that they have groupies, so he’s not entirely sure what to do about this.

She’s hammered, clearly, and tried to feel up Jeff before he made a break for it.

Gareth focuses on packing his things up, because she’s sat down now, so he doesn’t have to worry about her groping or anything.

“Uh, thank you?”

He just wants to go home. His shoulders hurt, and his ass is sore. He just wants to see you.

But he doesn’t want to be mean.

“I bet it gets hot up there, under those lights. Playing the drums and stuff,” the girl says, rising from the sticky leather of the couch.

Shit, he thinks.

“Yeah, it does. Listen, do you have a ride home?”

He turns around, but quickly realizes that’s a mistake, because she starts rubbing up and down his arms, across his shoulders, and locks her hands behind his neck.

Yeah, he doesn’t like this.

This, however, is the moment you make it to the back room, and to you, it looks like Gareth is spending his evening with some other woman. Someone that’s not you.

Gareth doesn’t even know you’re there. He’s focused on getting this girl somewhere safe and getting her off of him.

He gently grabs her arms and pulls them off of him, but she moves and starts rubbing his chest, so this time he grabs her hands, and a little more firmly.

“Okay, let’s get you home, yeah?”

He turns then, and sees you in the doorway. You’re frowning, but you wipe it away when he makes eye contact with you.

You can see the relief he feels at your appearance.

“Hey, holy shit. I’ll just be a second.” He lowers his voice as he gets closer to you, “she’s drunk and I’m trying to find her ride, I’ll be right back.”

And then he’s gone, off with that woman.

You take the liberty of picking up the rest of his things, zipping up his bag and throwing it over your shoulder.

You know he wouldn’t do anything. Gareth loves you. He’s made it blatantly clear that you’re it for him. That he intends on spending the rest of his life with you. That no one else can put up with his bullshit the way that you do.

But something about seeing that woman made all of those old thoughts wake up and run wild.

She was gorgeous. This beautiful young woman with curves in all the right places. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine.

And you don’t look like that. So maybe, just maybe, Gareth has found someone else. Someone that looks like her. Someone better for him.

Stop. Stop, you think. You try and shut it down.

Gareth loves you. And you love him.

You’re holding the car keys when he gets back.

“Okay, I figured everything out. That girl was totally out of it,” he says, taking his bag from you, though you keep the keys, because you like to drive him after he plays—you know he’s tired.

The entire ride home, you don’t say a word, and Gareth knows something is up, so he corners you once you get inside.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He’s giving you his best puppy dog eyes, and so you do.

“I saw you with that girl, from before. She was all over you.”

You cross your arms, and he smiles. He smiles and pokes your side. “You’re jealous!”

“No, I’m—”

Gareth cuts you off with a laugh. A cackling, bend over at the waist laugh. But then he straightens.

“I’m sorry.” He kisses your cheek. “You know there’s nothing to be jealous about, right? I love you. And she was a groupie, which—wild I know—but she was drunk and feeling me up, and that was after she was all over Jeff, anyways,” he breathes, stopping his ramble.

“It was icky. And I hate that you saw it another way. But whatever it is that you’re thinking, I don’t want anyone else, okay?”

You sniff. “Okay.”

He kisses you, short and sweet.

But he pokes you in the side again. “You were jealous.”

“Stop.”

“I’m flattered, really. Apparently, I’m just a total babe magnet now. I guess it comes with all the fame. But I mean, look at me, I’m a stud.”

You try to move away from him. This has gone straight to his head.

He grabs your waist, however, picking you up and tossing you on the couch. “You don’t think I’m a stud?” He feigns offense.

“Nope.”

Gareth starts tickling you like crazy, up your sides, on your neck, your stomach, until you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe and you’re pleading with him so he’ll stop.

“Fine! Fine! You’re a stud! A total babe magnet!”

He lets up, smiling brilliantly at you. “I knew you thought so. Good thing the magnet works too, or else I wouldn’t have you. The babe to my magnet.”

You push at his chest, but he only works harder to try and hug you. “Okay, no, that was horrible. That’s the last straw. Get off me!”

He doesn’t, and you don’t want him to. Not really.

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[dilf-whore]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a one shot where peters our ex and they just keep bumping into each other and you can go on from there thank you!

again

pairing: peter maximoff x gn!mutant!reader

genre: minor angst, fluff

A/N: SORRY FOR POSTING THIS NOW 😭, i also didn’t know how to end this fic so i hope you guys still like it. also merry christmas everyone! 🫶🏻

requested: yes

word count: 848

requests are OPEN

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You hold your notebooks close to your chest as you rush to your next class, eyes focused on the door you're approaching.

Just as you were about to reach the classroom, you felt your shoulder jerk back from the strong body that bumped into you. “Shit, sorry I-” you stop mid-sentence when you finally meet the person’s eyes, it was Peter. You furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, this was the hundredth time you saw him and on the same circumstances. 

He could literally see the world in slow motion when he wants to, how can he not move out of my way?

You let out a soft groan and went straight ahead, not hearing him call out your name.

Peter watches your figure slowly disappear into the crowd of fellow young mutants. His jaw clenching in frustration, he really wants to talk to you

You know, that’s just gonna push Y/N away.

He flinches at the familiar voice in his head, immediately spotting the redhead looking at him at the corner with Scott - she watched the whole thing unfold. 

You can’t just snoop in and read my mind without my consent, Jean. He thought.

I didn't have to read your mind ,it’s pretty obvious that you want to talk to them. Jean replied.

They’ve been thinking about you too. She adds before finally turning her attention back to Scott.

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Peter bounces his leg impatiently, his fingers never leaving his lips as he bites his nails. He looks at the clock once again, 15 more minutes before lunch break and it’s driving him insane. Since when did the clock tick this fucking slow?

He wasn't hungry, he just wants to see you and hopefully get to talk to you properly.

He sighs - reminiscing the time you were still together, the time he was sincerely the happiest. How much he missed your voice, your smile, the way your eyes lighten up when he brings you your favorite flowers, and the moments you scold him when he gets hurt.

After what felt like eternity, the bell finally rings and he snaps out of his thoughts, he picks up his unopened bag and zooms out of the classroom and straight to yours. 

A few startled gasps erupt from the hallways of the campus making you look out to what could possibly be happening. You see Peter straightening his shirt and fixing his hair, causing your heart to skip a beat - you know he’s there for you.

You hold on to your things tighter, gulping as you step out and finally meeting his nervous eyes, “what are you doing here?” you ask, your tone sounding more annoyed than expected.

“I-uh want to talk to y-you”

You nod in response, signalling him to follow you. You lead him to the corner where it’s quiet, you could feel the tension between you two though it’s hard to tell what kind, was it a jittery type of tension? sexual? anger? - you weren't sure at all. “What do you want to talk about Peter?”.

"I miss you and-and I'm sorry" he starts, looking at the features of your face, how much he wants to brush his fingers against your delicate skin.

He runs his hand through his hair and takes in a deep breath, “I was a coward. I-I was scared of what people would think of someone as perfect and powerful as you is dating just this” he says, motioning over his figure.

You cross your arms and look at your feet, you weren’t sure how to react or what to say. A small part of you does have the urge to hold him, pull him close to you - tightly, never wanting to let go.

“I let my insecurities get the best of me to the point of hurting you. I don't expect anything from you, your forgiveness, to give me a second chance or what but you do deserve a proper explanation and of course, s-someone better" he finishes, stuttering on his last statement.

Your body relaxes from relief, this all you needed to hear, an explanation. You let yourself lean on the wall behind you, "but what if I do want to give you another chance?"

“W-what?”

“I could never hate you, Peter. You’re the best thing that has happened to me and I’m forever grateful for having you. I wish you could start seeing yourself the way I see you - and I’m not gonna stop reminding you of how amazing you are and your incredible super abilities, especially in bed” you smile, trying to lighten up the mood.

Peter shakes his head in confusion, he’s overwhelmed, “sooo what does this mean then?”

A soft chuckle escapes from your lips, wrapping your arms around his waist as you approach him. “It means, I’m yours again and as formality, you have to kiss me now”

His eyes grow wide, his dimples on the sides of his lips start to show. “Don’t mind if I do”

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[jjsstars]

Guilty

Scott McCall Week 2024: day 5, good dreams, or bad

|| for @scottappreciation event

|| posted on my ao3 | word count: 1k+ | rated: teen & up

|| tags: scott/liam, scott & melissa, post canon, angst, guilt, insecurities, sick fic, mental health issues, hurt scott mccall

Sometimes Scott had a hard time sleeping, as most werewolves do, but for him it was always his thoughts keeping him awake rather than the heightened adrenaline levels. There was things he could mull over for hours on end: the memory of when he first got bit, dragging his friends into the world of the supernatural without knowing how dangerous it really was, Allison- anything to do with her kept Scott awake, what happened with Theo, but what the most recurring thing was when he gave Liam the bite.

If there was anything Scott’s mind could do it was think that memory into the ground. It doesn’t matter that everything turned out okay and Liam is safely in bed next to him, Scott feels overrun with guilt. He bit poor sweet, innocent, un-expecting, clueless, Liam. For all the problems and issues Liam had going on- Scott knows he never deserved to get bit. If he could’ve done anything else he would’ve, he’d go back in a heartbeat to try and find a solution where Liam walks away perfectly normal and thinks of Scott as the lacrosse captain and nothing else.

No True Alpha title to live up to, he’d never see Scott in his wolf form, never train with him so they could fight for their lives together, he’d never think of Scott McCall as anything important. He’d be seen as ordinary and never thought of twice, like he was before he got bit, back when it was just him and Stiles.

“Babe?” Liam’s gruff half-awake voice startles Scott as he finally peels his eyes away from the spot on the ceiling he’s been staring at for the past hour.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He’s barely moved in attempts to not wake Liam, more guilt coil’s in his gut as he realizes he failed.

“I would’ve woken up anyways, you know I never sleep a full eight hours.” A little hum leaves Scott as his response. There’s a sudden uncomfortableness to being laid in bed like this, it’s too hot in the sheets, his stomach is churning like he’s about to be sick, there’s sweat beading down his forehead and the back of his neck making his hair cold and wet, and he can’t even look Liam in the eye.

“Want some melatonin? I can grab it.” Anything to help Liam, anything to make it feel like he sort of deserves the boyfriend he has.

“No I’m okay, are you.. alright? You look kind of flushed.” The comforter balls in Scott’s hands as he nods silently. He feels nauseous and a little light headed, he wishes he could go sprinting through the woods just to have something that will distract his mind.

“I- I’m fine.” The last thing Scott wants is for Liam to start fussing over him or getting worried- Scott doesn’t feel like he deserves to get that side of Liam, not right now, not when he’s caused so much stress in Liam’s life and is always a step behind preventing the next bad guy they have to deal with.

“You’re a horrible liar, I can smell it on you.” Damn werewolf pheromones.

“Just a little hot, that’s all.” He can feel droplets of sweat running down his back and ribs, he’s probably soaked through his shirt if he looked down.

“Here throw the blanket off- Jesus Scott you’re drenched.” Liam shifts up onto his knees once he pulls the comforter away from Scott, eyes wide and worried staring at how his boyfriend has not only sweat through his shirt but his shorts too, they’re practically painted to his skin.

“I’m- I’m okay.” A hand cups Scott’s cheek in an instant, Liam’s thumb brushing back and forth against Scott’s cheekbone.

“Are you sick? You feel a little warm, should I get Melissa?” It’s hard to tell if this is actual sickness or just overwhelming guilt.

“… Yeah get my mom.” Maybe she’ll tell him he has a stomach bug or something curable, not this conscious that haunts his every waking moment.

“Okay, okay, it’s gonna be alright.” The underlying frantic tone in Liam’s voice makes Scott cringe as he watches Liam stumble out of bed to go across the hall to get Melissa.

The rest of the blanket gets kicked off of Scott’s legs as he curls onto his side and wraps his arms around his abdomen. It’s two am and if Scott could sedate himself, he would. Anything to stop thinking, to stop being uncomfortable in his own skin, to stop hating himself for Liam becoming a werewolf, to stop being filled with dread that something worse is right around the corner, that every person he loves is destined to meet the same fate Allison did and-

“Scott? Scotty, sweetheart look at me.” Melissa’s hand is in his hair with a gentle run of her fingers through the sweat soaked strands.

“What’s wrong honey? You gotta talk to me.” Something hot and wet slips down Scott’s face, it’s different than the sweat that’s been steadily collecting on his skin- it’s tears. He’s crying.

“I- I bit him mom, I ruined his life, I- I exposed him to so much danger and- and I can’t fix it. I can’t think of how to fix- fix it-.” A broken sob cuts Scott off and he’s quickly pulled into Melissa’s chest, she shifts to he sat on the bed so Scott can bury into her side easier.

“Oh baby, shhh, you don’t have to fix anything. There’s nothing to fix, you know Liam’s happy with his life, with you.” She assures in that tone that Scott knows better than to argue against.

“I don’t deserve him… he’s so good to me when I was the one that messed everything up for him.” More tears streak down Scott’s face that Melissa hushes away.

“That’s not how he sees it. Liam loves you and that includes the parts of you that you don’t particularly like, so this guilt? It’s not worth holding onto because Liam never saw the flaw that caused it the way you did.” He does his best to listen, to have faith that his mother wouldn’t lie to him, to stop breathing so heavy and try to calm down.

“You carry so much on your shoulders, you must relax and stop being so hard on yourself. It’s not healthy to stay in a mindset like this, you’ll burn out.” Melissa’s hand rubs up and Scott’s arm as he nods, it’s meek, his face still hidden against Melissa’s side like he’s a little kid again. He doesn’t want to accept that the logical side of his brain is agreeing with Melissa, it’s too hard to admit that he needs a break. Needs the support he’s supposed to be giving his pack as the lead. That he can’t figure this out on his own.

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” What will happen if Scott stops doing all the things he normally does? The pack would be in disarray if Scott didn’t keep them on track and monitor what they do in hopes they all stay communing and don’t risk anyone being left out or forgotten.

“I’m sure we can keep the pack together in one piece without you doing everything, we can have a meeting about it soon but right now I need to take your temperature ‘cause I’m pretty sure you got a fever.” Shit— he wasn’t being serious about wishing to be sick, he’s not going to be able to do any of his priorities if he’s sick.

“I’ll be right back, but you have to talk to Liam while I’m gone.” Scott groans half-heartedly, he was starting to miss Liam even if it’s only been an hour at most.

-

“Are you okay? I could hear you crying.” There’s a bottle of water held out for Scott when Liam walks in, no question on if Scott is actually thirsty but instead a stern furrow in his brow that Scott finds absolutely adorable.

“Just got too in my head.” An understanding nod gets sent Scott’s way, it’s just as small as the nod Scott gave Melissa earlier. It’s been weeks of Scott trying to keep face and not let anyone realize how bad his mental health is, but he knows Liam caught on almost immediately once it got this bad. Between the lack of solid sleep Scott’s been getting and how overly stressed he is when he’s awake, it’d be hard to think he has a stellar mental state, and besides, Liam always knows.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Not in the slightest, he pushes words out anyway.

“I still feel guilty about you getting bit, about pulling you into this life, about not protecting you more-.” Fresh tears roll down Scott’s cheek and his hands fidget on his lap when he pulls his legs underneath himself.

“Scott if you didn’t bite me that night I would’ve gotten severely hurt, could’ve very well died from a fall that high, you saved me. And you’ve saved me ever since, nothing bad that’s happened is your fault and you don���t need to apologize for it.” The assurances fall from Liam’s lips in seconds.

“I just want you to be safe and- and when you’re with me, you’re not.” No matter where they go there’s always a threat of danger against Scott, he’s a True Alpha, a lot of people have problems with him just because of that.

“Then I will spend the rest of my life in danger.” A laugh bubbles out of Scott’s throat at how corny that came across, Liam laughs right alongside him, taking Scott’s hands into his own.

“You get my point. I won’t leave and I don’t want to, you’re stuck with me no matter what. You biting me saved me in a way Scott, I found my family in the pack and with you, I would’ve never had this much of a support system without you.

“You could’ve been normal and lived a normal life.” Scott argues weakly.

“Normal isn’t something I’m very good at, and I wouldn’t trade us for anything.” A watery smile forms on Scott’s lips when Liam pulls his hand up to kiss the back of his knuckles.

“I love you Li.” In the simplest terms but it’s so much more than three words, it’s an entirely different language strung together by the vibrations Liam’s laugh makes and how their heartbeats sound pressed together, something only they could understand.

“I love you too, you never have to doubt that.”

Just before Liam can lean and kiss Scott, Melissa’s voice stops him.

“Hold on, he might have a fever and be contagious.”

Turns out he is, but Liam doesn’t care and simply pulls Scott’s frame into his own and presses soft kisses to his head while Melissa calls Deaton to see if he has any werewolf specific fever medication. A movie gets set up on Scott’s laptop in the middle of Scott’s bed and Liam whispers that everything is going to be alright, that they can talk more when Scott isn’t sick and it’s not three am. Scott lets that be enough and relaxes into Liam with a content smile.

[fulfillingbineeds]

completely understand what you mean about the not being able to promise anything! but if you’d ever want to write about about Rudy’s powers and the relationship between the two Rudy’s, or mayhaps Rudy and Nathan actually meeting each other? I do think both of those are fun underexplored topics I’d love to see you handle. Looking forward to seeing any fics you publish in the future, I love your work and hope your burnout gets better 👍

I need to rewatch the Rudy seasons first before starting to write anything about him. (<evil excuse so I get to watch misfits for the bajillion time)

I do have a planned Nathan/Simon fic series that might come out in October (that I cannot post on Tumblr, wink, wink), and one of them includes a Rudy cameo.

I'm one of the firm believers that Nathan and Rudy would HATE each other, more from the former than the latter. Nathan wouldn't vibe with Rudy at first, and he is, of course, a dick to him. Rudy, at first, is friendly and cordial, but as Nathan acts like Nathan, the one-side beef becomes two-sided.  

I think it'd be funny to see the dynamic between them while they squabble and act petty to each other, but they also get along, but when they realize that they are getting along, they go back to hating each other.

In one of the tweets from the old official Nathan account, he mentioned that he wouldn't get along with a clone of himself ("If I could clone people I wouldnt clone myself. We wouldn't get on.") and we see in the show with the whole Alisha and Nathan parallels that they don't really like each other—more from Alisha than Nathan. They're too similar, especially in things they don't like about themselves. But we do see they can get along (2x5 I love youuu. We needed more Alisha and Nathan team-ups.), especially when it came to making fun of others.

So, my thoughts about Nathan's and Rudy's dynamic are based on that thought process. Rudy was brought in as Nathan's replacement, which is why a lot of people can't get with Rudy because he was a 'poor' replacement. But people don't see that; sure, Rudy is in the same position of comic relief as Nathan was, and they have similar hobbies, family issues, and personality traits, but they are very different characters. You can tell by just their humour: Nathan is more attacking others, singling out their insecurities and using it to his advantage. He finds it funny when he can rise out of someone. Rudy, on the other hand, is more of the opposite. They still share the odd and bizarre (more from Rudy), quick-witted (more from Nathan), and clever references to pop culture.  

Nathan would see certain things in Rudy that he's self-conscious about himself and be bitter about it. Especially when it comes to Rudy's power, I think he'd feel insecure that Rudy can get along well with these emotion-ish centred clones of himself, while if Nathan was in his position, he'd want to run away, as that's what he tends to do when it comes confronting his complicated feelings. (substance abuse, hurting them first before they hurt me, etc.)

But we also see that Rudy struggles with it too (probably the whole reason he got his power in the first place!)

Anyways- I'm not really sure I can be coherent with my jumbled thoughts, lol. But it really is an interesting idea to analyze. Rudy is a super complex character, and well, very entertaining to watch, lol.

Hopefully, I'll get some new work done and up soon (thanks for the compliments ;D). Especially keep an eye out for the misfits zine coming out in November ;)

[st4rg1rl-yana]

Here’s Part 2! The comments and everything on part one were so sweet Im glad people actually liked it <3

also I have this Spiderman Vi fic that i’d been working on hopefully I can post it soon but I’m open to any other ideas to try writing just lemme know! :)

That was the last you’d seen of her for a while. But she, unknowingly to her peaked your interest, who was she? How were you supposed to find her? Questions like these plagued your mind for weeks while pondering over the stranger you met on the roof. She hadn’t even told you her name but her soft encouraging words and enchanting ocean blue eyes were being held hostage in your mind. The feeling of her calloused thumb rubbing away at your deeply rooted pain and insecurities that night had captured you whole, leaving a longing feeling within your chest whenever she crossed your mind. Even now as you scouted throughout the lanes dodging enforcers left and right while, running errand after errand for Silco you couldn’t help but think about the strange girl.

You pulled at your hood, keeping your head down as you passed people on the busy streets just trying to make it back home. “Those kids are gonna be a problem one day, I swear” you heard a man say sarcastically, your steps slowed a bit while you turned the corner waiting against the bricked wall, listening to their words eagerly. “Their good kids, Benzo. Just rough around the edges” the taller one of the two chuckled taking a drag from an bronze colored pipe. “Nothing but trouble if you ask me, especially that pink one, yeah” there was a pause then an exhale of smoke filled the air. “Vi? She’s troublesome I’ll admit that but, her heart is always in the right direction” the taller wiser old man admitted before making his way back inside the building they stood behind.

So that’s her name? You thought, the overhead conversation playing over again as you walked down the deserted back alley. This left you stunned to say the least, leaving your mind clouded with never ending questions about the girl, Vi. Who was she truly? Was she always as kind hearted as she’d been with you? And by the time you’d made it back to Silco’s lab, placing his new set of vials and chemical extracts on his work area, you’d already decided that tonight you’d sneak out once more to find the all too alluring stranger.

You waited patiently and silently watching the slow rise of the moon before making your hasty escape from your home. You found yourself in the eerily silent and inhabited alleyways of Zaun, taking the same route as before. What if she wasn’t even there? You stopped momentarily contemplating if you should just go home. What if she didn’t even show up? Was it even worth it? You sighed heavily but nonetheless continued your path to the abandoned building. Even if she wasn’t there what’s the harm in getting some fresh tainted air?

You walked through the half broken door of the building and climbed the rickety staircase, floorboards creaking underneath your steps. At the top of the stairs stood a metal door and behind it was the rooftop that started it all. You pushed through the heavy metal door, half expecting to see the girl and her messy pink hair. But low and behold you stood on the rooftop alone, just you and the sky up above. You stepped towards the ledge your mood deflating even more with each step. You tirelessly gazed at the sky above you, pulling your knees to your chest as you sat down.

The exhaustion from today’s venture around Zaun caught up with you as you leaned against some old boxes. You were dozing in and out of sleep for a minute, so worn out from the day that you didn’t hear the creak of the rusty door or the soft footsteps making their way to your sleep induced figure. A sweet, smooth voice lulled you from entering your dream world with a light chuckle and nudge to the shoulder. “Hey there, Sleeping Beauty.” You opened you eyes slowly only to be met with those icy blue eyes that hadn’t left the corners of your mind for weeks. Your heart paced almost out of your chest as you stared at the girl crouched to the side of you. “Hi” she smiled a bit before fully sitting next to you. “Long day, Princess?” she asked noticing the way your eyes would lower slowly only to be opened again as to not miss a second of the girl next to you.

You nodded slowly, you wanted nothing more than to make your way home and crawl into bed. But staying here, sitting here with her brought a foreign peace unlike no other. Your head tilted to the side, lowering onto her shoulder slowly. Her body tensed under the light weight on her shoulder but relaxed as she found herself pushed against your side completely soon after. Her left arm perched behind you holding herself up. You peered up at her admiring her beauty from the new angle.

“You never told me your name” you stated even though you’d had an idea of what it was, still you wanted to hear it from her. Her right hand rose to play with the little pink hairs at the back of her neck and a pink tinted blush danced along her freckled cheeks. “I- uh” she stuttered a bit before composing herself and glanced down to you. “The names Vi.” You hummed, your eyes closed shut as you muttered “That’s a pretty name.” She snorted “Thanks, are ya falling asleep on me, Princess?” You only hummed in response as a comforting silence washed over the two of you. She glanced at you her sky blue eyes softening as she wrapped her arm around you pulling you closer to her side. “Don’t worry, I got you Angel” she whispered looking outwards to the scenery of stars scattered across Zaun’s dark night sky.

[wintermariegoode]

Part two of the Liliana x Embrose fic but from her perspective and obviously embrose (not gonna be as poetic but I'll try) also anything in () is once again the raven man.

Tw: attempted suicide

Pov Liliana

"shut up shut up" Liliana started yelling while holding her hands over her ears. ("Why should I? I'm telling you the truth Lili, he doesn't love you") the raven man replied maliciously. Using her own insecurity against her. Liliana after dealing with him saying this for hours. Almost torturing her with the fact that her life at the current moment could be a lie. She replied with "he does" but each time sounded less and less confident her mind turning on her the more she heard the raven man's words. Finally he said something different. (" Go to the roof and just jump at this point, you already know the harm you've done").

Pov Embrose

walking up to Liliana's office door he heard her talking to someone and she started yelling. Panicked he started knocking on the door thinking she was in danger or something like that noticing it was locked and hearing another but very quiet voice in there with hers. Hearing them tell Liliana to jump. He definitely figured out something was terribly wrong and busted open the door to see Liliana on the small balcony

Pov Liliana

Walking toward the balcony she's thinking to herself ' maybe he'll finally leave me alone. I might finally be able to repay all that I've done'. As she gets on to the balcony about to step over the railing she see's Embrose break through her door and come running out towards her but stops short noticing how close she is too the edge "Liliana there is no me without you" Liliana heard embrose say. Not believing him and the Raven man whispering something along the lines of ("Lili just jump you're a failure") she moved closer to the edge.

Pov Embrose

Noticing she didn't react or seem to listen to what i said. I panic because in this very moment with one wrong move and i could loose her. I yelled " Love listen I'm talking to you" . Seeing her flinch from the yelling broke my heart but she moved away from the edge and looked at me.

Pov Liliana

Hearing yelling i backed away from the edge and looked directly at embrose and for a moment I see concern in his eyes and then I'm pulled into my head again by the raven man. ("Lili just jump you dense woman") he yells and I back away and more towards the edge. "I don't know who to believe at this point " she yelled getting closer to the edge and everything sounding muffled. All she could hear is embrose and the Raven man arguing about no one asking for his opinion

Pov Embrose

"Liliana please" i beg tears forming in my eyes at this point. "We can talk about this please tell me what's wrong". She doesn't reply. I can't loose her again. I step forward and open my arms for her even though I know she won't budge or come closer but to my surprise she does.

Pov Liliana

Hearing Embrose begging and seeing tears finally snapped me out of it. The raven man keeps yelling for me to jump. I manage to block him out long enough. At least to go towards Embrose and he looked suprise that i did. But he also looked relieved. Feeling his arms wrap around me. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry" i managed to say before bursting into sobs. He says "shh sh it's ok love I've got you"

Sorry for the late post

And for it moving quickly

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#5

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up? 

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.

5. what would you be a god/goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

Thank you for sending this!!! ❤️❤️

2. Daisies hand down. I love daisies, I think they are absolutely lovely!

4. Something moveable and flexible and easy to move in. Probably leggings and then some armor tbh lol

5. Oooh I would be a goddess of sunshine I think. Everyone tells me I always remind them of sunshine (which is the best compliment ever). Sacrifices could include anything they think I’m worthy of!

6. “The purpose of life is to live it,” (I want to get this one tattoo’d)

“You are enough just as you are”

“The influence of a great teacher is never erased”

“Progress over perfection”

“Happiness can be found in the darkest of times if one remembers to turn on the light.”

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#4

What Family is Supposed to Feel Like

@cruelsummer-ficfest is a Harry Potter fic fest running through August that gives users Taylor Swift songs as prompts for the pairing of the user's choosing. I received "Never Grow Up" as a prompt for Drarry and wrote a little something. Hope you enjoy!

Title: What Family is Supposed to Feel Like Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Tags: Kid Fic, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family, Parenthood, Established Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Married Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Insecurity, Insecure Draco Malfoy, Raising Teddy Lupin, Cute, Cute Teddy Lupin Rating: G Length: 3204 words Read it on AO3!

8 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#3

Was just relistening to “We don’t talk about Bruno” and at the end of the song when everyone is circling mirabel as justice puts the prophecy back together, Isabel is singing “I’m fine! I’m fine! I’m fineeeee!”

GOD the attention to detail.

I love this because just seconds before she told mirabel that she didn’t want a peep out of her, and yet this shows that she doesn’t actually want to get married to Mariano and that she’s pretending to be fine

Also she’s a lesbian, sorry I don’t make the rules

15 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#2

What if we were two boys and we played Mario kart and I told you that youre literally good at everything and then it started snowing outside and we go outside for a snowball fight with my really cute dog but im straight the entire time

18 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Made a little comic for the draw drarry badly challenge!

Panel 1: Harry is sticker under charmed mistletoe, sighing in defeat

Panel 2: Draco (off screen) says “Oi, Potter!”

Panel 3: Draco says “Why are you just standing there?” He doesn’t notice the mistletoe above Harry

Panel 4: Harry has a brilliant idea, he thinks “Perfect!”

Panel 5: Draco moved close enough to get caught in the charmed mistletoe as well. He asks Harry “Well?” Waiting for an answer to his question in panel 3

Panel 6: Harry gets closer, Draco is surprised

Panel 7: Harry kisses Draco, and the mistletoe vanished from above them

Panel 8: Harry starts walking away, and says “Thanks Malfoy! Catch you later!” While Draco stands there blushing, and saying “what…”

Panel 9: Draco blushing some more, thinking “holy shit…”

The end!

Tagging @julcheninred because you’re the creator of the challenge? Lol

21 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

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[undiscovereduniverse]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), John Silver Additional Tags: First Time, First Time Blow Jobs, First Time Bottoming, First Kiss, all the first times tbh, the most soft pirate husbands being disgustingly in love, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Post Season 4, Treasure Island is a lie, Post-coital banter, Explicit Consent, Communication, Fluff and Smut, POV John Silver Summary:

This was the part that scared Silver – growing so close to another person that you would become inseparable. This is what Silver tried to avoid his whole life - yet here he is with Flint.

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This fic is just a poor excuse for writing disgustingly sappy and sweet first time sex.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Exclusively Yours

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Summary: Y/N gets a visit from the green-eyed monster when she sees someone coming on to her green-eyed boyfriend.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Unprotected sex, PinV. Fingering, Oral (f receiving) slight possibility of public sex. Overstimulation. Thigh riding. Angry!Jensen. Slightly insecure!reader. Fluffy!sweet!Jensen. Hints of Dom!Jensen

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 3K+

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write about a concert.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: For someone who hadn't written a RPF in my life, all this hot af Jensen content lately is sure smashing down that wall. Cause this is now the 4th entry in this little Jensen x Reader saga. The first three are:

1- The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair

2 - Who's Blushing Now?

3 - Like Waves in the Ocean

You don’t have to have read any of the other parts, to read this one, but it might be more enjoyable.  Plus who doesn’t love more Jensen smut! 🤤

This will be my final entry in this little Jensen Reader saga. I expect to continue writing Jensen RPF now that I've enjoyed it so much. But this one shot is the last in this little series of Jensen x Reader one shots. 😊

As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse, who is single.  This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel

Like I've been tied to the whippin' post

Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

As Jensen growled out the last line of the chorus, in his deep, gravelly, whine, you felt a shudder run through you.

Jesus Christ he was hot on that stage!

You looked out at all the screaming fans watching him on stage, some of them seeming as though they might pass out at any minute, and you thought to yourself:

Yeah, same folks, same.

There was something absolutely magnetic about Jensen when he was on stage singing. Even offstage, of course, he always had this ability to draw people in and make them punch drunk while they stared at him. But it was like it was amplified when he was on stage; amplified mic, amplified guitars, amplified Jensen charisma.

His voice was gorgeous, which certainly helped. It had such an incredible range going from soft folk ballads, to country, to rock, to this badass blues, southern rock classic that had all the panties dropping as he sang about being tied to a whipping post.

I mean, come on! you thought to yourself, there's only so much hot as fuck imagery a person can take before we're just a pool of hormones!

As Whipping Post ended, all of the cast came out on stage to sing the final song of the night with Rob and the rest of the band. Everyone was having a blast on stage and the audience was absolutely thrilled to see it. You were thrilled to see it.

This evening had been so much fun! The con was taking place in New Jersey that weekend, and you'd been on a job in New York. So Jensen had invited you to come to the Saturday night concert since it was going to be your only chance to see each other for another week and a half. Naturally you'd jumped at the chance.

You hated that you often had to go such long stretches away from each other. You knew it was just the reality of your lives, both of you travelling so much for work. But it didn't make it any easier to be away from him for so long, sometimes weeks at a time. You missed him from the moment you separated until you were back in his arms.

And lately... lately you'd started to worry. The week before he'd had to cancel a couple Skype calls with you, work stuff he said, and you wanted to believe him. You did believe him.

But your insecurities did not, they kept screaming at you that he was getting bored. That going so long, sometimes weeks at a time, without sex was too much to ask of someone like Jensen. He could literally have women at his beck and call, and you expected him to wait around for your unremarkable ass?

It just seemed hard to fathom, and those insecurities bred fear, fear that one day soon he was going to tell you it just wasn't worth it and he was going to say goodbye. Your fear told you regularly that you should get ready for him to end things.

You did your best to shove those thoughts to the side. Unfortunately, sometimes that was easier said than done.

Finally the song ended and everyone screamed and cheered and the cast waved their goodbyes and shouted their thanks. You saw Jensen leave with the pack through the back of the curtain and waited for him to come find you in the wings.

Minutes later he came strolling around the corner, his smile wide as he spotted you. You clapped enthusiastically for him.

"Jensen, that was absolutely amazing!" You praised.

His smile turned shy and you marveled at the many facets of this man you loved.

"Yeah, the band was awesome." He said humbly and you shook your head, looping your arms around his neck. You ran your fingers through the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his lips towards you.

"Yes, the band was great, but I was talking about you, Mr. Ackles." You brushed your lips across his. "You...were...wonderful." You punctuated each word with a kiss, teasing him.

"Mmm..." he moaned as you pulled back. "I gotta go change before we head out." His eyes grew dark. "Wanna come join me?"

You knew he was thinking of the last time the two of you were in a change room together, the very first time you'd hooked up, after you'd done his hair for that EW photoshoot. Jensen had promised that if you came to meet him in his change room he'd make sure you didn't regret it.

And you certainly hadn't.

Now, as though he couldn't help himself, he gripped your head in his two hands and licked your lips open, plunging his tongue inside. As it always did, his kiss made you lose any sense of your surroundings and you fisted your hands in his hair and held him tight to your mouth. You couldn't catch your breath, but you didn't care.

His hands roamed down your back to cup your ass cheeks and press you against the hard on you could feel forming under his jeans.

"Oops, hey sorry!"

Jensen pulled away from your mouth with a sucking noise that sounded obscene. Clearing his throat and licking lips he looked towards the voice that had interrupted.

It was Rob and he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry to interrupt, I was just wondering if you guys were coming. We're headed over to Stadler's Pub for drinks."

Jensen looked down at you and you nodded, blushing. He turned back to Rob. "Yeah, man. We'll be there in about a half hour."

Rob gave a thumbs up and took off, still grinning.

Jensen sighed deeply. "I guess I should actually go change for real." He looked regretfully at your lips before pecking them briefly and then giving your ass a pat.

"I'll be back in about ten minutes."

You nodded and he sauntered away, moving quickly on his long bow-legs.

Twenty minutes later you began to wonder where he was and then finally decided to go hurry him up, vowing not to get distracted from the task at hand, even if he was only half dressed.

As you wandered through the slightly labyrinthine maze of thick black curtains and alcoves backstage, you could suddenly hear Jensen's deep, rich voice and you followed the sound.

You couldn't make out his words, but as you walked around another corner, you stopped abruptly as you heard a fairly high-pitched giggle.

You crept up a little closer, realizing the voices were coming from just the other side of the curtain in front of you.

"Anyway, I'm sorry I've just rambled on and on, but I just had to tell you how incredible you were tonight." The female voice complimented him.

"Well, thanks very much. Glad you enjoyed yourself." Jensen replied.

You peeked around the side of the curtain to see them standing not far from you; they were facing each other and as you watched, the woman took a step closer to him.

Jensen didn't step away.

He'd clearly already been to his dressing room and back; he must have showered quickly because his hair was still wet. He wore a new pair of black jeans and a thin, soft, cream-colored sweater. He looked absolutely gorgeous, and the woman standing so close to him obviously agreed because she smiled and batted her eyelashes up at him.

You felt the sharp bitter tang of jealousy as the woman giggled again.

"I swear, you should have seen how many women you had swooning over you out in that audience!"

Jensen ducked his head and smiled slightly. "It was a good show, everyone brought their A game."

You told yourself to calm down, that it was just a fan gushing over him, as they tended to, and with good reason. Jensen was just being gracious, it meant nothing. But your brain was short-circuiting a little and you blamed that fact for what followed.

The woman got incredibly close and put her hand on Jensen's arm and you felt like the blood vessels might be popping in your head. When she spoke, it just got worse.

"So, I don't know what you've got planned, but my hotel is really nearby, The Marriott just down the street? I'm in Room 1103 if you feel like dropping by."

"Oh, uh..."

You popped out from behind the curtain like an angry magician's assistant, and stormed forward.

"He already has plans, thanks." You reached Jensen's side and latched onto his arm.

Jensen looked a little surprised, but you were too busy shooting daggers at the woman in front of you to pay much attention.

"Y/N, hey!" He pointed toward the other woman. "Y/N this is Heather. Heather, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."

He put an emphasis on the word girlfriend and Heather immediately backed up a few steps.

"Oh wow! Hi." She said looking at you. "I...sorry, I didn't know." She said, and with one more long, wistful, lustful look at Jensen, she sighed.

"Okay, so have a good night." She said and turned away.

Jensen gave a small wave. "Take care." He called to her and then shook his head.

You struggled to make your voice sound normal. "What the hell was that?"

Jensen glanced at you and then away, his smile slightly embarrassed. "Uh...that was me getting hit on."

"Hit on?" You questioned aggressively, "You mean, propositioned!"

Jensen shrugged, not arguing the point. For some reason his nonchalance made you angrier.

"So, what were you going to say?"

That caught his attention and he turned to look at you properly. "What?"

"If I hadn't popped up to shut things down what would you have said to her?"

Jensen's smile disappeared completely and he frowned at you.

"Are you...serious?"

You shrugged still trying to pretend indifference. "Hey, look I'm just curious. I mean stuff like this must happen all the time to you, and I'm certainly not always around to jump out and stop it, so what do you say?"

Jensen stared at you hard for a minute before he spoke. "I say, I'm flattered, thanks, but I have a girlfriend."

"Oh, you're flattered?"

Jensen threw his hands up. "Well Jesus, Y/N, what do you want me to say? Go fuck yourself?"

He shook his head. "What is this all about? Where is this coming from?"

You shrugged. "It's not coming from anywhere. I told you, I was just curious. Cause...I mean...you know, we never really said we were exclusive, so if you wanted to -"

Jensen cut you off. "I'm sorry, what? We're not exclusive? Really?"

He glared at you for a minute and your mind was screaming at you to apologize and just tell him you were being an idiot. But the scared, jealous beast in your chest wouldn't shut up.

"I mean, not officially."

Jensen's jaw was clenched as his eyes bore into you. "So, saying 'I love you' to each other? That wasn't being exclusive?" Before you could answer that question, he was angrily asking another.

"What are you saying here, Y/N? Is this...are you trying to tell me you wanna fuck other guys?"

You scowled at him. "No." Your tone said that he was being ridiculous. "Look, let's just drop it, okay? Let's just go meet everyone at the bar."

Jensen stared at you for a full thirty seconds without speaking; his bright green eyes were like chips of ice. Finally, he responded.

"I'm not really in the mood to celebrate now. I'm gonna go back to the hotel. Are you coming?"

You opened your mouth to argue, but his clenched jaw and hard expression made you decide to just keep keep quiet.

"Fine." You said with a shrug.

Jensen texted Rob to say you weren't coming and then ordered an Uber. You realized that based on what he'd seen earlier, Rob probably thought you guys were cancelling for a much more enjoyable reason. But the ride back to the hotel was silent and charged with unspoken emotions.

When you got back to the suite Jensen was staying in, he tossed his key card on the table beside the door and immediately left for the bedroom.

His continued silence was beginning to wear on your patience, and it was making you start to panic internally.

Fuck, this is it! This is the moment he realizes I'm not worth all of this.

You slowly followed him into the bedroom and stood in the doorway. He was sitting on the side of the bed staring out the floor to ceiling doors that led to a private balcony off the massive King suite.

"So are you just gonna keep giving me the silent treatment, because I dared to question you about the groupies that flock around you?"

Jensen looked over at you angrily, before he stared down at the floor for a minute and then stood up, kicking off his shoes and grabbing his sweater and pulling it over his head. He tossed it over the chair that sat in the corner and turned away from you.

Your stomach muscles clenched as they always did when you were faced with his gorgeous, tanned, torso. His back was always so exceptionally beautiful. So watching it ripple, the muscles moving fluidly under his lightly freckled skin, was putting you in the awkward position of being angry and horny at the same time.

"Jensen, I asked you a question, for fucks sake!" You shouted at him and he continued to ignore you, just taking off his watch and the couple bracelets he was wearing and tossing them onto the night stand.

Frustrated in more ways than one, you stomped over to him and tried to turn him to face you, without much success.

Finally he spun around and towered over you. "Jesus Christ, Y/N, I don't want to fucking talk about this, I thought I was making that clear."

"Yeah, you mean you don't want to talk about it because you're AFRAID to talk about it!" You shouted up at him. "You don't wanna slip up and tell me something that you meant to keep to yourself."

His scowl was horribly intimidating when it was fixed so intensely on you. His voice was hard and raised again as he responded.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N? Huh? Just what, EXACTLY, are you accusing me of?"

"I'm not accusing you, Jesus!" You yelled. "All I'm saying is that I wouldn't be surprised if...if sometimes you were...you know, tempted...to sleep with one of the scores of women that throw themselves at you."

He was incredulous as he stared down at you. "Do you even fucking know me? I mean who the fuck do you think I am?"

"I know exactly who you are!" You screamed in frustration and fear. "You're Jensen Ackles, hottest man on the planet, the guy who makes all the panties wet -"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

"- the guy who has literally any woman he wants just waiting to come running at the crook of his finger, all of them more than willing to fuck you in a heartbeat."

You were breathing roughly and fighting back tears as all your insecurities and fears were bubbling up as you continued volume still high.

"Seriously, you have every woman in the world throwing themselves at you, and I'm gone half the time. It must be hard to just...abstain. I mean, it's not exactly most guys' forte - turning down hot, available women."

You knew you were pushing him, pissing him off completely. But there was a small, nasty voice in the back of your head saying it was better to lose him now than later.

He stalked towards you and you backed up so he wouldn't bowl you over. "Is that really what you think? Seriously? That I can't keep it my fucking pants, I'm too much of a fucking horndog to go a couple weeks without sex?"

He stepped closer to you and his voice dipped lower, though it was still firm and loud.

"Nevermind that I'm skyping you three or four times a week, so I can jack off watching you fuck yourself and listening to you moan and come. That's not enough for me to stay faithful, I guess!" He threw his hands up in frustration. "Gotta get that pussy 24/7 or I'm not happy!"

You chewed on your lip and your voice was small and worried when you spoke again.

"But you cancelled last week. And you wouldn't necessarily be being unfaithful. Like I said, we never really confirmed we were exclusive."

Jensen closed his eyes and you saw the muscle jump in his jaw. When he opened them again, they were still angry, but a different kind of heat was pulsing there too.

"Is this what all this shit has been about? I told you, they switched our filming schedule because a location had to change; and that fucked up my entire week."

You nodded, acknowledging that you'd heard him the first time he told you.

He shook his head. "And as for exclusivity?" He pushed you backwards until you banged up against the glass balcony doors.

He grabbed your face in his big hand, wrapping it under your chin and around your jaw. "You are exclusively mine."

Before you could react he ripped open your grey button down, making you gasp loudly as he palmed your breasts through your mostly see-through bra.

"Mine." He growled as he captured your silk clad nipple in his mouth.

"Jensen...I...I think, I...think we should..."

You broke off with a whine as he shoved a hand up your skirt to rub along the crotch of your drenched panties.

"No." He said, in a voice that demanded obedience. "No more thinking from you. I'm gonna fuck the overthinking right outta your god damn body."

He pulled your ruined panties down your body, leaving them to pool around your ankles. "And I'm gonna make sure you know beyond a doubt that this fucking body," he shoved two fingers into you and you cried out and clenched around them, "this pussy is the only one I'm interested in."

He pulled his fingers out of you and took off your skirt. Then he removed your bra so that you were completely naked, pressed up against the cool, clear balcony doors.

It occurred to you that maybe you should move away from the glass doors. The suite was on the 25th floor, but they had drones now that could -

But then, true to his word, Jensen pulled the worrisome thoughts right out of your head by dropping to his knees and swirling his tongue in your belly button.

Your hands slid into his hair for balance, as he grabbed the back of your thigh and tossed your left leg over his shoulder.

He pressed his lips gently against your sex, kissing it softly. He began kitten licking at your clit and you started squirming, trying to push down harder against his mouth. But he wouldn't let you, his strong fingers pushed into your fleshy hips and held you in place, so he could give you the pleasure you were craving, on his terms.

Finally, after licking and swirling his tongue around your clit for what felt like a torturosly long time, Jensen pulled your teased, and now highly sensitive little bundle of nerves, into his mouth and sucked hard. Your first orgasm of the night, shocked you with its speed and intensity.

You tugged roughly on Jensen's hair as you cried out and he grunted at the pain. As your climax began to ebb slightly, he set to work again, his fingers curling up into you, pressing against your g-spot over and over and easily ripping another harsh and surprising orgasm out of you.

Your head was spinning from two such intense orgasms one on top of the other like that. But Jensen wasn't letting up.

He slid a third finger into you before pushing his tongue in too. Your legs were trembling as he pumped in and out of your wet channel. Occasionally he pulled his tongue out to flick against your hard clit.

After the third time you came on his tongue, your legs gave out but, Jensen just held you pinned against the glass as he finished sucking up every drop of you.

Finally he let your leg drop off his shoulder and scooped you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and relished the feel of his bare chest beneath your hands as you ran your fingers up and down. He moved to sit on the chair in the corner throwing his sweater off of it and onto the ground.

He sat you up in his lap and settled so you were straddled over his left, denim covered leg.

"Jensen..." You began, but he kissed you silent.

As he pulled out of the kiss, he flexed his thigh muscle, lifting it to press deliciously against your dripping cunt.

You moaned deeply and grabbed onto his wide shoulders for balance.

"Do it, baby. Fuck yourself on me, use my thigh to get off." He picked you up to slam you against his thick hard muscles once again.

"I can't, Jensen," you panted, "I don't have the strength."

"Sure you can." He encouraged.

He moved his thumb down to very gently, very slowly circle your clit, giving you just enough friction that it left you chasing more. You threw your head back and then pounded yourself down on his thigh, nails pressing into his skin where you gripped his shoulders.

"Thatta girl!" He said through gritted teeth as your tits bounced and swayed every time you ground against him.

Your clit was burning from the rough contact with the denim, but you couldn't stop bouncing on him, rolling your hips back and forth, desperately chasing the high that was just inches away.

You moaned pathetically and leaned forward to suck on his bottom lip before you placed your forehead on his, hips still rolling against him.

"Please, Jensen!" You whined again."Please." You bounced against him one last time before he took pity on you and with perfect precision and pressure he circled two fingers on your clit only a handful of times before he broke you again.

You slammed up and down on his rock hard thigh as you came, drenching his jeans with your slick.

When you finally fell onto his chest, completely exhausted, Jensen picked you up again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

When he reached the bed he tossed you onto it.

"Hands and knees." He ordered in a voice that got you very close to your fifth orgasm of the night.

You did as he told you, crawling on hands and knees to the middle of the bed. You heard the jingle of his belt as he took off his wrecked jeans and the snap of his elastic waistband as he pulled down his boxer briefs.

Then you felt the bed dip as he came up behind you. He pushed a hand between your shoulder blades. "Pull that pillow over to you and lay down on it."

Again you followed his instructions quickly, already pushing back towards him, desperate to be fucked.

He petted his big hand down the length of your back, gripping your ass in one hand as he lined himself up at your entrance with the other.

He sank into you painfully slowly, holding your hips in check to stop you slamming back onto him.

He rolled his body against you, easing in and out of you at an incredibly slow pace.

You whimpered in need, your exhausted body desperate for him to take you over the edge one more time. But he wouldn't be hurried.

He leaned over you, covering you completely. He entwined his fingers with yours where they hugged the pillow, and spoke sure and strong into your ear.

"You are mine, darlin'" He said, his soft Texan drawl seeping out as it often did when he was hot and hard inside you, or when he was all blissed out from you sucking his cock.

"Tell me I'm yours." He demanded as he snapped his hips forward and drove deeper.

"Mine!" You shouted out in pleasure as you came again, walls clenching tight around him.

"Exclusively yours." He groaned against your skin as his hips pounded against you a half dozen more times before he shouted out his release and fell to the side with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

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Many hours and many more orgasms later, you were sitting in the warm jacuzzi tub the suite offered in its palatial bathroom. Jensen sat between your legs and you had them wrapped around his trim waist.

He leaned his head back against your shoulder and the position gave you ample opportunity to run your hands and lips across his skin, which you took shameless advantage of.

You ran the washcloth over his broad chest and then brought it up to drizzle water over his thick, round shoulder, before leaning down to sip at the droplets of water that sat on his skin.

He moaned low and happy, a deep, contented rumble in his chest.

You felt it in your core, but you felt it tug at your heart too. You loved to see him like this, and you were so sorry that you'd stressed him out earlier.

You brushed his wet hair back off his forehead and kissed him there. His forest green eyes fluttered open and he smiled slowly, his eyes smiling too.

Your smile was apologetic. "I'm sorry." You opened your mouth to continue and he pulled you down for a wet kiss. When you pulled away you were panting softly and you pressed your lips against his temple.

His voice was gravelly when he spoke. "You said you love me. Do you?"

You frowned. "What kind of question is that? Of course I do!"

"Why?"

You were slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I asked. Why do you love me?"

You thought for second. "So many reasons."

"Give me a few of them." He said, not backing down.

You shrugged somewhat self-consciously. You were a little afraid to give away just how much you loved him, admitting that gave another person an awful lot of power over you.

But you looked down into his shining, Viridian eyes and knew beyond a doubt that you could trust him with that power: he'd never abuse it.

"I love you because..." you started hesitantly, but gained confidence as you spoke.

"Because you make me laugh, a lot. And because you're smart. Because you're so unbelievably kind - to like, everyone. Because I see the little things you do automatically, without a second thought, to make things easier for everyone around you. Because you're a peacemaker and a storyteller! I could quite literally listen to you talk for hours and hours and never grow tired. Because I see how much you hold up your friends when they're struggling. Because you hold me up too. Because somehow you're capable of keeping everyone in your life safe and happy, carried with love and ease on these broad, beautiful shoulders."

You kissed his shoulder again and spoke the next words quietly against the muscle there. "And because you're loyal, and I know you'd never hurt me."

You looked back at him, your expression remorseful. "I really am sorry I let my fears and insecurities get the best of me."

Jensen nodded. "I know." He pulled you down for another brief kiss and then spoke against your lips. "Wanna know why I love you?"

You nodded shyly. He turned to face forward again, pulling your legs tighter around him.

"I love you because your soul is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His words struck you hard and tears came to your eyes.

"Because you make me feel like I could fly, like I'm capable of anything. I love you because you're impulsive and you force me to be a little more impulsive too. I love you for the way you love the people in your life, absolutely, and unconditionally. I love how you become a protective Mama Bear around anyone that is being harassed or bothered. I love the way you sass back to people who are unkind, I love that you don't let them get away with it."

He pulled your arms forward around his neck and turned his head to kiss your soft bicep. "But mostly, sweetheart, I love you for the exact, complete person you are. No one else is you. No one else could ever be you."

You nodded, rubbing your cheek on his. "I believe you, and I promise not to forget it."

"Good." He said. "And I noticed that nowhere in your list did you say that you loved me for the fact that I'm famous and/or that I make 'panties wet'." He said, using finger quotes and a giving a roll of his eyes.

You winced.

"Which I'm very happy about. Because you know, none of that stuff is real, the fame, the propositions from random women. None of it means anything. This is real. You. Here. All naked and wrapped around me, loving me...and trusting me to love you too."

You squeezed him tighter. "I will always trust you. I will always love you. And I will always be yours."

You leaned down and kissed him long and hard, until you both pulled away, desperate for air.

"And I will always be yours." You smiled at him and nipped his bottom lip.

"Exclusively."

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Paring: Stucky x reader.

Summary: What happens when your in a secret relationship with Steve and Bucky.

Waring: Angsts (i guess) w/ fluffy ending :) Word count: 1153

A/N: MY FIRST STUCKY FIC!! this should’ve been posted last week :( but i kept re writting it but here is the finshed product hope you like it.

It was no surprise that Steve and Bucky deeply loved each other. It was common knowledge to everyone. They showed affection to each other every chance they got. 

They are technically attached to the hip, Holding hands in meetings, soft  touches here and there. The only time they seem to not show affection to one another was on a mission but as soon as they step off the quinjet they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. 

It was obvious their relationship was no secret to the public's knowledge, however there was one other person involved in their relationship that the public didn’t know about which was you.Y/n Y/l/n, one of Tony Stark’s many assistants. 

Both men automatically were interested in you the moment you walked into one of the meetings, handing Tony some files. It didn’t take long before the super soldiers started flirting with you and complimenting you every chance they got. After a while you soon began going on a few dates that transpired to them wanting  you to join their relationship. You were hesitant at first thinking what people might say or think, especially the public. 

However Steve and Bucky assured you that they didn’t have to tell the public about you, they knew once it went public it would put you in danger with HYDRA, or another enemy.  

While having a private relationship was fun in the beginning, it began to take a toll on you. You started to feel insecure and exhausted, all the sneaking and running around making sure they leave earlier before you or vice versa when they wanted to take you on a date or a small getaway. It was starting to catch up with you. 

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Your insecurities went away when they would get you alone and shower you with all the affection they had. Now even when they do that you can’t help but feel like you’re just someone they can use to spice up their relationship and nothing more. You hated how you felt, you really tried to suppress your feelings but it got harder. You wanted to tell Steve and Bucky but you didn’t know how to, they were always busy lately with missions.   

What finally made you think that you were just a placeholder was when you started to notice little changes in their behavior towards you. Normally when they would get back from long and exhausting missions they’d always go straight to your room in the tower. With their last couple of  missions they didn’t bother to stop by, that was what you noticed first.  

The second thing you notice was the slight lack of affection. They wouldn’t kiss you on the cheek or show pda when others were around, you thought it was odd but you’d let it go.  Slowly you felt that they were withdrawing from you. They started showing less affection each day, you were lucky If you even got cuddles from them.  

Which leads to where you are right now starting at the two positive lines on the test. You were pregnant. At first you didn’t know how to feel,you went through 5 different emotions.

You didn’t know whether you should tell Bucky and Steve they had the right to know yet with the way they were acting, would they even want a baby especially with you.

They had confessed in the past how they had dreams of family in the 40’s before everything happened, but with everything they had been through that dream was never talked much about. You did the only logical thing you could think of,  you went to find Bucky and Steve. 

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You knew they got back from a mission no to long ago, you knew they were probably getting ready for bed. You finally reached their room and knocked Steve opened the door “Sunshine what’s wrong?” He can see your eyes slightly red still from you crying earlier. “ We need to talk” that’s all you say before panic sets in and he knows something is wrong. You see Bucky coming out of the bedroom and he can automatically sense the tension in the room. 

“ There’s no easy way to say this so I’m going to cut straight to the point… i'm pregnant” you place the two tests you took on the table. They froze for a moment to process what you said. “ Bunny, are you being serious?” Bucky questions. You simply nod, not wanting to cry. “Ohhh sunshine!” Steve picks you up and spins you around. “ I’m going to be a dad!” He puts you down. “ We’re gonna be dad's punk!” Bucky gave you a big bear hug and placed a kiss on your head.  You pull back from Bucky. “ Wait, so you're not mad?” If it weren’t for their super hearing they would have never heard your mink voice. 

“Mad?” They said in sync. “ Why would we be mad at you for being pregnant?” you shrug “ I just thought you wouldn’t want this anymore ” you point between the three of you  “ you guys have been really distant lately and I hate to admit it but it’s made me feel insecure especially with our relationship not being public and now that I’m pregnant I just feel scared” you let out a breath of air and both their faces soften and they pull you into their arms.

“ Baby it was never our intention to make you feel like that, but trust us when we say we are madly in love with you” Steve kisses your temple and Bucky nods in agreement. “ And you being pregnant only adds to that love we have for you bunny” Bucky moves his hands to your  waist  and  kisses your neck which causes you to let out a giggle. “ there’s a reason we were distant” Bucky gives Steve a look And he nods and leaves for the bedroom and returns. 

“What’s going on?'' You question as Bucky pulls you closer to him. “ this Sunshine'' you turn around and gasp as you see Steve on one knee. ''Y/n y/m/n y/l/n every since the day Bucky and I laid eyes on you we knew you were the missing piece in our relationship the glue that keeps us together, without you there is no us, you turn our worst days to great days. You are meant to be in our lives.”

“ Don’t get me stared on how beautiful,loving and carefree you are, you made us feel what it’s like to love again, and now with you being pregnant it only makes us crazier for you, So bunny, would you do us the honor in marrying us and becoming Mrs. Rogers-Barnes?” you stood there for second taken back by what you just heard and witnessed , Bucky is now in front of you on one knee as well. Steve holds the box with the diamond wedding band and Bucky holds the box with the Ring. “ YES! yes I will marry you” 

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