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nyashykyunnie · 13 days

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˗ˏˋ One-Sided Love: In Which, you realize Jinwoo was always for ???... ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‼️[tw: ANGST TO FLUFF, HAPPY ENDING, strong imagery of depression, hanahaki disease, hurt, subtance-abuse, suicidal-imagery, mention of death]‼️

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part Two ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ He Lied. He Had to Lie. He Needed to Lie. ] ¡! ❞

It is his first, and his final gift to you. The you who is no longer by his side. He bids you a farewell, a farewell he never thought he would do. For a friend. "Goodbye, may your dreams be pleasant as you drift in purgatory. May your soul rest. I'm sorry."

…

As Jinwoo walks away from the stonehead, a sudden sharp ring stabs through his head. He groaned, almost stumbling on the muddy ground from the sheer agony.

He continued to struggle for a while, before finally removing his hand that had been gripping the side of his head. His fingers that had been wrapped around the umbrella hilt loosened, causing the object to flutter and fall down the floor. Splattering down on the muddy floor.

Ah… Yes.

He finally remembers.

Everything that he had erased in his memories,... Have finally come back. The things he had buried in the sea of forgotten memories, have suddenly come back to him like a dam bursting open. It swallowed everything at its wake.

Everything that Jinwoo swore he would never have again, has finally come back.

His gaze lingered back on the stonehead in front of him. The lonely, lonely rock that was hollow and devoid of anything.

Though the flowers he had offered were beautiful as they were, it didn’t matter as the rain dampened the pretty petals down into pathetic, lifeless things. Those flowers were beautiful when he had offered it, but now, it looked drained of all its colours.

Jinwoo took a step again, turning his back and walking away.

He was trying desperately to ignore the hammering feeling ripping his heart apart.

Maybe it was of guilt, of sadness, of shame, of remorse— No.

Maybe it was all of it.

As Jinwoo comes home, his gaze would linger upon Cha Hae-in, who greets him warmly with that beaming smile.

She was beautiful, like a precious gemstone gleaming amongst the cobbles.

Jinwoo wanted to admire her, he truly did, but the memories he has regained caused her image to become muddy.

He tried everyday, he tried to be happy, he tried to play the perfect role of boyfriend to her. He kept up his appearances as the most beloved and hailed hunter.

But everything was slowly starting to swallow him into the abyss.

Ironic, isn’t it?

He was the embodiment of the darkness, the face of death, the persona of all the shadows.

Yet somehow, his own darkness was finally starting to destroy him from within.

The more the days passed, the more his grey eyes would lose their life, the more empty they became. Eventually, Jinwoo’s normally calm gaze—

Would become faded.

His eyes were still there, but for some reason, it felt that they were far gone. The little light that he had in his brilliant orbs has finally disappeared.

Jinwoo was rotting from the inside-out. As if his heart is beating out black ichor. He felt vile and disgusting, he wanted to rip himself apart, he wanted to stab himself and put an end to it.

Jinwoo was drowning now.

Not even Hae-in’s loving words and affectionate advances weren’t doing it for him.

The more Jinwoo looked at her, the more muddled his gaze would become.

He didn’t know if it was hate or disgust.

He still needed to be a good man, so he politely asked her to break off the relationship. He didn’t want part of this anymore, he didn’t want to keep up the illusion anymore. He just wanted to disappear.

Jinwoo started to become an alcoholic, he would douse bottle after bottle but to his dismay— He could never be drunk. He couldn’t drink his sorrows away. He can’t get lost in the blissful euphoria of being lost in the toxicity of debauchery.

Even his family can't stop Jinwoo’s descent into silent madness.

He felt pathetic and guilty whenever he would see the pained expressions they would make when they see the amount of bottles he had already empty.

So Jinwoo would isolate himself in the land of eternal rest, where not even his children can call out to him unless absolutely necessary.

Jinwoo really just wanted to hide here, to bask in the darkness he had first mastered but now is a representation of his dying consciousness.

He would disappear and reappear again and again.

Whenever he hunts, his methods are especially brutal and unforgiving, as if he is projecting all of his pain onto the poor creatures that would cross paths with him.

He would often come out of the gates completely drenched in blood, creating an image of utter horror but somehow the bloodbath he showers in suited his broken gaze.

Jinwoo felt more like a wanderer now.

Ceaselessly taking one step in front of the other, wandering aimlessly like a lost spirit that is nothing more than a fleeting illusion.

Wander. Wander. Wander.

And eventually, he wanders over to your resting place. Jinwoo found himself unconsciously walking to your grave eventually, his distant gaze reading the stonehead over and over as if expecting something of some sort.

The memories he was trying to repress so badly, are torturing him again.

Jinwoo had spent… 800 times regressing over and over.

The reason?

You.

The you who is now dead.

But why is that? Didn’t he make you suffer such a torturous heartbreak? Didn’t he himself push you away and abandon you to your own woes? So why?

Those 800 times he had regressed, Jinwoo had lost you over and over. No matter how hard he tries to save you, no matter how hard he attempts to change your fate— Jinwoo would keep losing you and in the end your cold corpse would be in his arms while he screams into the air; cursing the gods and everything that is alive.

Why?... How come everything else could have a happy ending but you? You who had always been there for him, you who cradled him in most miserable days? You who had always been the one to patch his wounds up? Why can’t he have you? Why can’t he give you everything?

Jinwoo had tried every goddamn method.

He killed the gods, he murdered the monarchs, he sealed off the gates, he tried every outcome he could ever think of— And yet… And yet the outcome is always the same.

Jinwoo kept gambling, pulling card after card after card after card… And now he is empty handed.

All of it always ends with him having the fool in his hand.

He cries, laughing like a madman as he knelt in front of your grave as if he was begging for mercy.

Jinwoo thought that removing himself from your life would solve things. He attempted to remove your memories and it didn’t work.

So Jinwoo instead tried to remove his memories of you. Because if he had kept those memories of you, he wouldn’t be able to resist himself and would run back to your arms where he felt so safe and sound.

Even after he removed every trace of you in his brain— His heart stubbornly yearned for you and reversed the curse he had inflicted on himself and once again showed him the hell he tried so desperately tried to escape.

“Child, you’re weeping again” Jinwoo’s gaze would snap up, finding himself in the presence of Ashborn who is sporting his image. “Your plans have failed once again, I see”

Jinwoo bitterly laughs, getting up from his pathetic position. “Of course I did, and you as always— Had predicted it. You’re right, I lost that person again.”

“...”

“I tried everything, Ashborn” Jinwoo chokes up, his look far gone from sane now. “I tried ever fucking method in hopes that my bet would have a sliver of hope and make a break through. I always… Always considered all the possibilities that could destroy the ending that I want but for fuck’s sake I keep losing everytime.”

“You haven’t tried everything, child” Ashborn says, transforming into the image of you.

Jinwoo purses his lips, his eyes watering at the sight of you. Although it was just an illusion by his predecessor— Jinwoo still felt a strong tug in his heart that of which longs to embrace you.

“What do you mean?” Jinwoo asks, his gaze falling down.

“Have you ever wondered why that child was immune to the potions and how you couldn’t remove their memories of you?” Ashorn hums, circling around Jinwoo. “Why do you think so?”

“....”

“Because they’re not from here” Ashborn answers immediately, catching Jinwoo off-guard.

“What?” Jinwoo glares at him.

“That child’s body doesn’t respond to your powers because they are an anomaly that shouldn’t have been in this world in the first place” Ashborn explains. “The world in which that lover of yours hails from is far different from our homeland that is tainted by meddling gods and monarchs, mana doesn't flow through that world. None of our ailments with the divine or anything else taints their homeworld.”

“So you’re saying that my biggest mistake was not figuring that out soon and I was the fool who made my lover suffer through those painful things when I could have solved it just by sending them home?” Jinwoo bitterly laughs, choking in his sobs. “...I’m so… So stupid”

“....” Ashborn chuckles, patting Jinwoo’s shoulder. “Do you want to be with them? Your beloved?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“In exchange, you will give up your throne as the shadow monarch, everything that you have with you right now including the system—” Ashborn turns to him “Are you willing to give that up.”

“Yes.”

There was silence between the two, Ashbron’s eyes would bore into Jinwoo’s as if waiting for the man to falter.

But falter he didn’t.

“Alright” Ashborn hums.

“I’ll be an anomaly in that world, won’t I?” Jinwoo asks.

“That would be the case if it weren’t for the fact that I am your predecessor” He muses, “My last gift to you will be me taking my place back as the shadow monarch. All of which that are yours as my heir will be returned to me.”

“Including my kids?” Jinwoo inquires.

“Naturally.”

“Then let me say farewell to them” He requests.

Ashborn merely nods, letting Jinwoo turn around.

He takes a deep breath, his deep grey eyes turning purple as for one final time he says his command, “Arise”

“I’m sorry,”— Was the first thing Jinwoo had said, bowing his head to the shadows he had grown to love. “And thank you,... For everything. For all of your services, for all of the memories you all have shown me. Even if you’re all just undead creatures I summoned for my own greedy pursuit, I thank you all for everything that you have done,... My kids.”

The shadows wail, from sadness and from joy. Their voices would mix and howl, urging Jinwoo to pursue his dream. They would miss him, yes, but they value their master’s happiness over their own selfish wishes.

They had been there, they knew how much heartache and mourning their master has gone through for that person, how much pain Jinwoo had gone through, how much he cried in those lonely nights.

They listened to all of his screams.

And they, his shadows, his soldiers, his children,... Yearn for nothing more than to give Jinwoo the happiness he deserves.

So for a final time, they salute to Sung Jinwoo.

As the man himself fades into pieces of fleeting white petals.

For a final time, it is now farewell.

Farewell to the shadow monarch, Sung Jinwoo.

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You were admiring the pink petals falling beside your window, not noticing a pair of grey eyes lovingly admiring you from the classroom door.

A tender gaze so full of love.

“May I?” The deep and smooth voice inquires, snapping you out of your daze and you turn.

He was handsome, pristine and upright. Perfectly carved out features as if made by divine hands. Everything about his features was absolutely symmetrical, even his gentle eyes and straight brows. Even with his puffy ebony locks— He looked so otherworldly and yet familiar at the same time

You nod and he sits down, throwing you a small smile.

“Jinwoo.” He speaks, the sound of his voice causing the tips of your heart to tremble as your stomach fluttered. “My name is Sung Jinwoo."

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heartfullofleeches · 2 months

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Omg I just want Spider Queen Yan to see Darling talking to like a maid or servant and just descend from the ceiling and snatch us up

Can I be 🪻anon pretty please

Yan Spider Queen + Royal Darling

"Your belladonnas are in full bloom, your highness."

What perfect timing. Since your marriage to the formerly disgraced queen, you haven't had any time to tend to your garden yourself. Once upon a time, it had been a safe haven from all your troubles. The expectations thrust upon you by loved ones, the mockery of those in your kingdom who knew you'd never live up to kings and queens of past lives had not weight on you within those four walls. As your bond with her grew, it wasn't long before that same security could be found in your bride's arms.

The duty of caring for your garden was placed into the hands of your most trusted staff as you spent all your hours with her. Though there should be no secret between you, you were rather embarrassed of the state of your garden and had faith your servants would care for your dear plants till you had the heart to weed out the imperfections.

The maid offers the flowers to you in a clear, glass vase - a pair of gloves rested next to the piece on its tray. Amaryllis belladonna, a gorgeous specimen, yet its toxins can be absorbed by touch alone. Your family forbid such dangerous flowers in the past, but there was no one left to stop you now.

Creak-

"...Did you hear that?"

Equipping your gloves, a small groan rasps from the walls of your castle. Could possibly be the floor setting - but even that didn’t seem to be the cause. You look to your left, then your right - returning your gaze to the equally as puzzled maid who politely shakes her head.

"I didn't hear a thing."

"Hm.... Ah, well-" Adjusting your gloves, you pluck a single lily from the vase - bending foward to catch it as it slides from your fingertips. The vibrant pink is a stark contrast to the blacks of your gloves. If only you could witness their beauty in its truest form. In a way, this flower reminded you a lot of her. Your wife couldn't be touched most circumstances, but with the right tools-

Wait a second-

Have you....always been this much taller than this maid? She was on the shorter side than other's amongst your staff, but now it appeared that though you're an entire head taller - and growing. It's at this same moment the weightlessness beneath your feet becomes apparent. The ends of your shoes scrape the floorboards briefly before you're suddenly pulled back through the air like a puppet on its strings. The maid's eyes bulge in horror as numerous, shadowy limbs descend from the high ceiling - sharp claws snipping the strings tied to the back of your clothing as you fall into your beloved arms.

"Oh... It's you. For a moment there I thought I had gone through a rather late growth spurt."

As happy as you are to see her, the pleasantries don't seem to be as mutual for your wife. Posion oozes from her fangs, all eyes turned on the little pest who dared step towards what was her without her permission. A frightened yelp sounds from the girl as the carpet at her feet sizzles from the downpour of venom dripping from your wife's jaws. She looked about ready to rip the poor thing limb from limb. That won't do-

"And....perfect!"

Strains of stray hair fall into the queen's face as you tuck the lily behind her ear. Considering she is no longer human, you doubt it'd have any effects on her. The softness in her two sideview eyes settles to over remainder of her once sharp, vicious gaze.

"My Belladonna.... You have to do better about this temper of yours...."

Belladonna...? That is not her name. She hasn't had one in....centuries. A tear stains her cheek, brushed away by your gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, it's just now that I've realized I have nothing to call you by. Is that okay - or would you prefer... Amaryllis?"

"Either....Either is alright as long as it's from you."

Hurried footsteps trail away from the scene as your overprotective wife embraces you - making sure to rid the posion from her lips as she kiss you as if it were her last.

#🪻 devil #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere #yandere blurb #yandere teratophilia #female yandere #yandere drabble #Yandere queen

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mrsbarnesblog · 7 months

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sandcastles

masterlist ko-fi ao3

CEO! Husband! Bucky Barnes x Wife! Reader

Summary: Bucky is always working overtime, but when his best girls really need him, he leaves everything behind just to make you happy.

Words count: 1.6k

Warnings: modern setting, CEO Bucky, they have a daughter, fluff, real love

Author’s note: this one was inspired by Sebastian’s appearance in Paris. he really gave me a heart attack with that look❤️‍🔥

Bucky Barnes was a busy man. Running a multi-million-dollar company wasn’t the easiest thing, but something that he cared more about than this job was his family. His beautiful wife and daughter.

You always loved and appreciated the attention, support, and endless love that your husband gave, even when you just started dating eight years ago. As soon as you met, it took some time for both of you to finally admit your feelings, but when you got together, it was perfect. You’ve never felt that way in your life before. When you were younger, everyone told you that you wouldn’t be able to find a person because of your high standards, but when you started dating James Buchanan Barnes, you knew that it was forever.

A beautiful, respectful, and caring man who would do anything for you.

For the past two months, he has been more distant. His company was getting bigger; he had too many meetings, and too many new things required his whole attention. You understood it; of course you did. But you would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss him. Your daughter felt it too. She was totally daddy’s girl, so being away from him for too long upset her, even though she was trying to be tough and careless, just like her dad when he was working.

You talked to her about her dad’s work, and she was a smart girl for a 3-year-old. She understood that he has a lot to do right now and that he still loves her more than anything in this world.

Today he returned home only after 2 am., you heard that he went to take a shower in a different room, probably not to wake you up. But you were too eager to spend as much time with him as possible, even if it was when he was falling asleep.

Bucky came into the room quietly. As soon as he got under the blanket, his warm and strong arms wrapped around you. He pulled you closer to him, burying his nose into your neck.

"I’m sorry, doll. Again." He took a deep breath, enjoying your scent, which he missed so much. "I love you."

"That’s okay, baby." You moved even closer to him, burying your fingers into his wet hair, and left a kiss on his temple. "I love you too. Now take some rest."

You hadn't even started to fall asleep when you heard a weird noise outside your bedroom, and then the door slightly opened.

"Daddy? Mommy?" A little voice came through the silence of the room. "Are you asleep?" Your daughter suddenly sobbed, and you and Bucky immediately sat on the bed, reaching for the nightstand lamps.

"Hey, angel, what happened? Come here." Bucky’s voice was very soft and gentle, as always when he talked to your daughter. She came closer to the bed, and Bucky picked her up, putting her on his lap. She was tightly holding her favorite white wolf, which you gifted Bucky as a joke because of his nickname at work. Your daughter's eyes were a little bit red, her hair messy, and her cheeks wet with tears. You moved closer to them, gently rubbing her face.

"What’s going on? You saw a bad dream?" You quietly asked, but she just shook her head.

"I— I—" She was obviously too upset to put her words together, so Bucky started to rub her back, whispering a quiet "sh-h".

"I— miss you, daddy." As soon as these words left her mouth, you and Bucky froze, and she started crying even harder. "I don’t s-see you, and me and mom—mommy are always alone."

Bucky looked you in the eyes, and you saw that his own were full of tears. The last thing he wanted to do was upset either of you. He felt that his heart was ripping apart. You made your daughter cry, you idiot. Your wife deserves better.

You just put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed, already knowing where his mind went. He always wanted to give his family everything, and the fact that he put work above his two favorite people in the world made him sick.

"Angel, hey, baby, look at me." Bucky turned back to your daughter, grabbing her little face with his hands and gently wiping away her tears. "I promise that the day after tomorrow we will go somewhere. Only mommy, you, and me, okay?"

"But—but you’re working."

"I know, angel. But I didn't want to make you feel lonely or to stay away for too long from your mom." He grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth to leave a kiss. "We will go wherever you want to. Maybe stay there for the week. You would like that?" He smiled at your daughter, and she happily giggled, wrapping herself around Bucky’s neck. "I love you. Both of you. You two are my whole life, and I'll do anything to make you happy."

You softly smiled at him, leaning in to leave a quick kiss on his lips.

Your daughter put away her white wolf and opened her other arm, wanting you to join her and Bucky in a hug.

That night she stayed in your bed because she almost passed out in Bucky’s arms but still held onto you both too tightly. The three of you happily curled under the blanket, with your daughter in between. Bucky knew that it was time for him to finally make the right decision. To choose his family.

As Bucky promised, one day later your little family was on a vacation where no one could disturb you. He left Steve, Sam, and Natasha, his closest and oldest friends, in charge of everything, canceled all the meetings, and took you and your daughter on the private jet that brought you here. One of the most beautiful places you’ve ever been.

It was quiet. No strangers, no annoying noise, no worries. Just the three of you on the beach with a perfect little house and warm, crystal-clear water.

You were wearing a light flowy dress, and Bucky, finally free from those annoying suits, chose trousers with a white tank top and shirt on top of it.

You two were sitting under the sunset on a blanket with food and a bottle of wine, while your daughter was playing near the water with sand. It was such an amazing evening; just everything was perfect, and as you were watching your smiling husband, you felt that you had fallen in love once again.

"You keep staring at me, doll, You ‘kay?" He finally turned his face to you, and you couldn't hold your wide smile, which he immediately returned.

"I’m okay. It’s just… everything is perfect here—the beach, the house, you two here." You covered your eyes with your hand because of the setting sun. "You know, you’ve been here for a couple of hours, but you look much better. Your skin is glowing, you’re happy, and, god, that hair bun looks really hot." Bucky’s smile grew wilder because of your words.

He grabbed you in bridal style and set you across his lap, wrapping his hands around your waist. You slightly screamed, not being ready for such movements, but then happily melted into your husband's touch.

"So you think that I look hot?" A cheesy grin crossed his face, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Do you think I would’ve married you if I thought otherwise, James?" You arched an eyebrow at him. Your hands found the perfect place under Bucky’s blue shirt by themselves. God, it's been too long since you spent good time together alone.

"What do you think about the idea that when we get home, we send our daughter to visit her amazing grandparents, so we could be completely alone for a couple of days?" He said it as if he was reading your mind, so you just silently nodded. "Doll, you’re too beautiful for this damn world; I can’t even understand how I was able to be far away from you for that long. I missed you so much, baby." Bucky’s hands slipped lower on your hips, while his lips were leaving sweet kisses on the side of your neck.

"Not here, Buck; we’re not alone, remember?" You nodded back at your daughter, who was honestly more interested in building sandcastles.

"Of course. Just wanted to say that I’m so sorry for my absence. I got so involved in work that I didn’t even notice that you too were hurt. I’ve never wanted to do that. I’m sorry. And I love you. So fucking much." Bucky connected your foreheads and put his right hand on your cheek.

"Don’t be sorry. I know that you want better for us and that you want to do everything right. It’s okay to make mistakes sometimes. You know, you are such a great dad because your daughter’s tears made you leave everything and spend time with us. And I’m forever thankful for this." You smiled, holding his stubbled face in your hands. "I love you, James."

You two connected with a kiss. It wasn’t too rough or desperate. It was just pure love and adoration for one another. Bucky was slowly moving his lips, feeling the need for your taste, your smell, and your touch. Your little bubble didn’t last too long, though, not after your daughter finally wanted your attention.

"Mommy! Daddy!" You pulled away from the kiss, looking back at your daughter, who was now all in the sand. "Do you want to help me build a castle?"

You looked at Bucky, who had the same smile on his face.

"Of course, angel. What do you need from us?"

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jjunberry · 4 months

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dream boy

pairing! jung wooyoung x reader

genre! strangers to lovers, fluff

synopsis! you seen him in your dreams before, to perfect to be real.. until you run into him while at work. (requested)

wc! 1.3k

outside was grey. you couldn’t tell what time it was or where you were. some park you didn’t know which one. he was there though. you felt his presence, felt his hand in yours. there wasn’t a soul at this park besides the both of you. “i love it here.” he said. when you turned to look at him his hair blew into his face covering it. that’s how it always went. his face was always covered.

before you could reply your alarm clock ripped you from the dream. suddenly the world was in color again and you were left feeling empty now that he was gone. you hated waking up alone after dreaming of him. your bed never felt so empty. with a sigh you got up to get ready for work.

you wouldn’t say you hated your job, but working nightshift with a dance team above your building made you want to. your boss had you on night shifts and ever since the team moved in you understood why. when you got to work your boss was happy to leave. “not enough pain medicine can cure the headache those boys give me.” she grumbled before punching out. you waved goodbye before punching in and taking over behind the counter.

the music they were dancing too was muffled but their stomps on the floor could be heard a mile away. another night of their non stop practice. you wondered if they ever got tired, or took breaks. it seemed like they didn’t.

when the end of your shift finally came you were happy to leave. they practiced well into the am hours. your head hurt and you were so tired.

after a shower and some food you made yourself comfortable in your bed. once your head hit the pillow you were quick to fall asleep.

the world was grey again. you felt him next to you before you seen him. always aware of his presence. he was comforting. if this was a ghost you hoped it wasn’t an evil one. his chest pressed up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“i missed you.” he mumbled. you relaxed against him. the two of you stayed like that for awhile. comfortable in each other’s presence. until you felt his grip start to loosen. “no don’t go.” you mumbled. “i have too.” he was sad.

you turn around in his arms. the two of you made eye contact. your heart was practically beating out of your chest. this was the first time you ever truly seen his face. your eyes scanned his face taking in every detail.

his slightly long black hair. you noted his chapped lips but your favorite feature is when he smiled at you. god his smile was beautiful. he placed his hand on your cheek. “i’ll see you soon.”

before you could reply you were ripped from your dream state by your annoying alarm. letting out a groan you kicked off your blankets and got ready for work.

another long night, another night of their loud music and stomps.

that’s how it seemed to be, for weeks and for weeks you dreamed of him. his handsome features. his touch which left you burning. however you were left feeling empty and cold when your alarm went off.

you couldn’t really tell anyone about him. no they’d think you were crazy. so for the two months you kept dreaming of him. you kept it all to yourself.

as the months went on, you started craving sleep just to see him. it all felt to real to just go up in smoke when you opened your eyes.

your eyes took in the grey surrounding area. you were sat on a swing with him next to you. your eyes found his when he let out a sigh. “are you okay?” you asked. he nodded but frowned. “i just wish you were real.” he said. “i wish you were real.” it was quiet for a moment before the both of you made eye contact.

his eye brows were furrowed. “i am real.” he stated. now it was your turn to be confused. “so am i? what kind of joke is this?” you let out a small laugh. “it’s not a joke.” he stated. the two of you just stared at each other. “i don’t understand.” you mumbled. he started to back away. “wait don’t go.” it was to late he already disappeared.

you shot up in bed gasping for air. your hands felt around your bed for him. like always..he wasn’t there.

you decided on a shower before going into to work.

the first few hours were the usual. loud music and stomps. at this point you were use to it. what came as a surprise was when the music stopped. you let out a sigh, maybe they finished early for once.

the bell above the door rang and a group of guys walked in. you counted eight of them as they took off in different directions for various food and drink items. your heart rate picked up when you caught sight of him. he was wearing sweats and a huge hoodie. he hadn’t seen you yet.

four of them approached the counter with arms full of snacks. “did you find everything okay?” you asked. they nodded. wooyoung froze at the sound of your voice. his own heart rate picking up. he stood in the back behind his friends.

the second group of four placed their snacks down. wooyoung still staying back. “woo you said you’d pay.” one of them whined. wooyoung glared at san before stepping up to the counter.

sweat beaded at your hairline. you felt small in his presence. “um is this all?” your voice was shaky. “uh yeah.” he answered. you nodded and told him his total. he paid and you handed him his bags. his fingers brushing across yours lit your body ablaze. you two stared at each other. his eyes dropped to your name tag. ‘hello my name is: y/n’ he noted your name.

“come on wooyoung, we only have half an hour before practice.” one of the boys said. you took note of his name. he was quick to snatch his bags and rush out with his friends.

your heart ached watching him go. a familiar sense of deja vu washed over you as he left.

that night when you closed your eyes. he wasn’t there.

you haven’t seen him in days. in all honesty you felt like you’ve finally gone crazy. was he even real? did that night even happen?

your questions were answered when the same group of boys entered the store again. only this time he wasn’t there. your heart dropped. “if you’re looking for wooyoung, he’s outside.” a voice interrupted your thoughts causing you to jump. your eyebrows furrowed.

“why would i be looking for your friend?” you asked. the boy laughed. “because we all seen what happened and he hasn’t stopped saying your name in his sleep for weeks now.” your eyes went wide. “e-excuse me.” you stepped around the counter and went outside. wooyoung was pacing back and forth.

“hey.” your voice came out in a whisper but it still caught his attention. his eyes met yours and suddenly you were back in your dream. “hey.” he said. “i, i don’t know what to say.” you said. “me either.” he admitted with a small laugh.

you stuck your hand out, he looked down then placed his hand in yours. “hi, i’m y/n.” the two of you shook hands. “hi y/n, i’m wooyoung.” your heart was beating so fast. never in a million years did you think this moment would ever be real.

you pinched yourself and winced. “why’d you do that?” he asked. you shrugged. “i had to see if this was real.” you smiled. he pinched himself too letting out a small wince. “totally real.” he grinned.

your dream boy was real.

requested! by anon <3

author’s note! sorry for the delay i had some serious writers block buuuuut i hope you enjoyedddd

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

#jung wooyoung #jung wooyoung imagines #jung wooyoung x reader #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop writers #jjunberry

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stuckinthesun · 1 year

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I love your writing! Could you write something about birthday sex between Leon and reader where she dresses up for him?

LEON DOESNT HAVE A CANON BIRTHDAY WTF?? This man can’t have anything huh? Smh Thank you sm!! And I love this request omg

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, afab!reader, lingerie, light spanking at the end

For the first time in years, Leon was home for his birthday. Finally you two could celebrate on the actual day instead of days or weeks later. So you wanted to make it special.

You woke up early and made him breakfast in bed, which of course didn’t work seeing as how he can sense the moment you leave the bed. So instead you both had pancakes while cuddled on the couch, and he said it was just as perfect.

The majority of the day was spent lazing around, watching movies he’s been wanting to watch or catching up on shows you wait for him to watch. It’s simple but something you know he cherishes so much.

You did, however, book a reservation at a nice restaurant for dinner. The two of you driving there on his motorcycle despite you wearing his favorite little black dress.

The food was delicious and when dessert came out you sang him happy birthday embarrassingly loud, making him blush and cover his face.

Everything had been perfect, and now you couldn’t wait for him to see his gift, or more specifically, you couldn’t wait for him to unwrap it.

“Thank you for today baby, it was perfect.” Leon mumbled against your lips as he walked you back into your shared bedroom.

“It’s not over yet.” You smirked, turning the both of you around and gently pushing him onto the bed.

His eyes widened a little before a cocky, self satisfied smirk settled on his lips, “Oh really now?”

“Mhmm.” Nodding, you stood between his legs and grabbed his hands, placing them at the hem of your dress, “You still have to unwrap your present.”

“You’re right, beautiful.” He whispered, pulling you a little closer and sliding his hands up your dress, “Can’t believe I almost forgot-“

Leon’s voice catches in his throat and you watch with a smirk as he stars at his hand under your dress like he has x-ray vision. You open your mouth to say something teasing, when suddenly you have a face full of your hair and black fabric.

“Fucking hell babygirl.” Leon moans, finally pulling the dress completely off you before sitting back and just staring.

You blush as you straighten your hair out, standing there in a black lace lingerie bodysuit and black thigh high stockings.

“You like it?” You ask after a moment of him just quietly staring at you. He hasn’t made a move to touch after ripping the dress off, instead just sitting there slack jawed.

“Are those buttons on the crotch?” He asked instead of answering your question.

You huffed but answered anyway, “Yes, I thought you might like to fuck me in it.”

“You thought right baby.” He muttered as he reached out and yanked you into his lap, “Fuck you’re perfect, I love you so much.”

Giggling at the praise you wiggle your hips a little making him groan, you can feel how hard he is already, “I love you too, Happy Birthday Leon.”

He smirked up at you before giving your ass a playful smack, “Happy Birthday to me indeed.”

This got away from me holy shit uhhh I hope it’s what you wanted anon!!!

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon re4 #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon re2 #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil x reader

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thelov3lybookworm · 7 months

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lucien x reader jealousyyyy,, imagine reader makes a pact with azriel to help him get elain and azriel helps reader get lucien. They use eachother to make elain and lucien jealous and it works. reader and az shamelessly flirt with eachother around luc and elain. Lucien snaps on day when he sees reader and az kissing nc the mating bond snaps for him. 👀👀 a lotta smut plsss

For ever and ever.

Summary: Lucien gets a little... possessive.

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A/n: i had so much fun writing this anon, and i love you so much for sending this in ♥ also, i feel like i got a lil poetic with this one lol 😂

anyways, enjoy!

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Y/n peeked from around the door, wondering where the hell Lucien was and why he was taking so long to arrive. He was supposed to have arrived already.

She had told him to be present before the sun began setting so she could show him the new restaurant she had found. He had agreed, just like all the times before. She would ask him to meet her in a specific place, and he would meet her. No questions asked. They would then go on to explore Velaris and little picnics and what not.

Y/n knew Lucien loved to do these little outings with her. If he didn't, he would have told her ages ago.

But everytime Y/n thought he would do something to take their relationship further, become something, anything more than friends, he would turn away.

It was like taking one step forward, three steps back.

This had been going around for months now, this dance between the two of them. And he had seemed not at all interested in ending this dance.

So Y/n had to take her own steps forward before he could leave the dance midway.

And Azriel had seemed like the perfect musician to guide this dance between Y/n and Lucien to its happy end.

Of course, Y/n felt like she was using him, and her heart was happily opening the gates for guilt to come sweeping in, but she knew she had all the rights to banish the guilt from the sprawling manor of her consciousness.

Especially when he was a consenting adult in this ruse, one who had a good head on his shoulder- most of the time- and was getting something out of it.

The two of the would flirt like their lives depended on it around Lucien and Elain, and Y/n could see Lucien holding back a snarl, a roar, could see his frustration when she got a little too touchy with Azriel. Azriel, of course, went along with the act, at times even making Y/n question if he really was acting.

A door opened somewhere in the house, and then Azriel was whisper yelling for Y/n to hurry up.

And that meant it was either Lucien or Elain. Probably both.

She hurried over to him, and he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her onto the counter. and before she could have second thoughts about about this brilliant plan of hers, his mouth descended.

His lips were soft, and he was a good kisser, but Y/n imagined he was nowhere near Lucien-

There were soft voices coming from the hallway beyond the door, becoming louder and louder by the moment.

Azriel leaned into Y/n, deepening the kiss like that was his sole purpose in life until there was no sound except the blood roaring in Y/n's ears.

There was so much silence, for a moment Y/n wondered if she'd gone deaf.

Then suddenly, Y/n felt as if she'd been dropped into a pit of fire. The temperature became unbearable, and as quickly as Azriel had begun kissing her, he was ripped away, leaving Y/n gasping.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking at the broad back that belonged to Lucien, his hair shining brighter than ever, the red rivaling that of the hottest of fires. He trembled with anger, and it was a miracle there was no steam coming out of his ears.

Y/n glanced around for a moment, trying to see if Azriel had gotten hurt. She found herself looking at a teary eyed Elain, who stared at something- someone- on the ground in front of Lucien, who still had his back turned to Y/n.

"What are you doing?" Azriel rasped, and Y/n finally got a glimpse of him. He was sitting on the ground, hid hands braced behind him to hold himself in an upright position, his mouth gaping.

Shit.

Lucien said nothing, standing still.

The situation was escalating too fast, and Y/n wondered if she'd taken it too far.

She put a hand on Lucien's shoulder, and that seemed to break him out of his trance. He whipped his head around to look at Y/n, fire in his eyes, his skin slightly aglow. It was not the glow of happiness.

It was the glow of murderous rage.

He slowly twisted his head back to look at Azriel as his hands came to rest on Y/n's hips. Despite the severity of the situation, the traitorous butterflies in Y/n's stomach took flight.

"Do not ever think about touching her. Keep your hands to yourself if you don't want to lose them."

Y/n simply stared at the autumn court male, her heart beating in her throat. Not because she was scared, but because she needed him to push her heart back into her chest with his tongue-

No. Not now. Not good timing for such thoughts. She chided herself.

Lucien turned then, sliding his arms around Y/n, and then simply winnowing away.

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It shouldn't have been possible. Winnowing shouldn't have been possible due to the numerous spells put around the river house, but when Y/n opened her eyes, she knew that Lucien had somehow made it possible.

Because she was sitting on an entirely different counter, in an entirely different kitchen from the one she had just been in.

She stared at the fuming male in front of her, and he stared back.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Y/n found her voice. "How- how did you do that?"

That made his brows furrow. "Do what?"

"You winnowed us. You shouldn't have been able to."

"Oh." A smirk that bordered on cruel curled his mouth. "You forget I am the spell cleavers son."

Y/n blinked. "What... what do you mean?"

His smirk faded away. "You don't know?"

She shook her head, the new revelation leaving her reeling.

His face hardened. "So they didn't tell you as well, huh?"

Then he told her about how the inner circle had hidden from his his true lineage, how they had voted and then decided to leave him in the dark. How he had only recently found out through his mother after Beron's death, and how he had confronted the first member of inner circle he came face to face with.

It had been Elain, and she caved within moments of him beginning to question her. She claimed they would have told him eventually, but she didn't want to break the inner circle's trust by telling him the truth.

"I was pissed, and seeing you with him- kissing him, it only increased my fury."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Y/n couldn't help but feel glee.

"Why did you get angrier? Were you jealous, Lucien?"

He blushed, just a little. He made to move away, but Y/n's hand shot out, curling into his shirt. She grinned at him as she tugged him closer, and that made his eyes drop to her lips.

He looked back up into her eyes, searching for something.

She dipped her chin in a nod, and then there was no stopping Lucien.

His lips crashed into hers, and all air fled Y/n's lungs.

The air was kicked out because the space was needed for the golden string that made itself know in that moment.

She gasped, and he used the action to deepen the kiss, his hands holding onto her hips with bruising intensity. She was glad.

He didn't stop until it was practically impossible to go any longer without breathing. Truly unfortunate, and it had Y/n cursing her lungs because they couldn't hold in more air.

Lucien panted, staring at her as a feral grin crawled onto his face, his delight evident in his eyes.

"You are mine." The words were breathless, barely a whisper. They sounded like a question. Cocky, but there was a tone of uncertainty under all the arrogance.

Like he was trying to make sure she had no problem in being his.

"I am yours."

"For ever. You are mine for as long as we live."

She smiled gently, wrapping her arm around his neck and tugging his mouth back to hers.

"For ever and ever, I'm yours."

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General taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686

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son-of-anubis · 5 months

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Begging you to write Coriolanus Snow x Male!reader fics!! There’s not nearly enough!

I am happy to try! Hope you like it!

Beauty in lies?

Coriolanus Snow x Male!Capitol Reader

Content: Jealousy, not really Lucy Gray slander as reader is very aware of how cool she is but clearly doesnt like her, reference to Coryos slow decent into madness, idk what else?

A/N: not proofread sorry! It took a while to do this because my dog has been a bit sick, but I am trying! Thanks all for liking my writing!

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Lucy Gray was a pain. A beautiful and talented pain. But still, a pain.

I looked at Coryo across the table. The Snow estate, once beautiful, now quite barren. I studied his face, carved to perfection. He was very slim, but most people were, the war had spared noone really.

He must have felt my staring, because suddenly I was met with blue eyes. Coriolanus was still bent over his bowl of watery soup, his eyes peering at me through his whitish blond locks. He quirked a brow, silently asking why I could possibly be observing him with such interest.

"You're tribute is quite, colorful." I hated how insecure I sounded. I wanted it to come off as nonchalant, maybe even like I was looking down on the girl.

Coryo hummed, suspicion falling over his face.

"So?" His voice sounded like honey to my ears, but the sharp edge was impossible to deny.

I almost wanted to back down. Stop my questioning and smooth it all over. But I didn't.

"You seem to be very involved. She is a interesting girl, no?" The heavy emphasis on 'girl' hung in the air. The hope was that he would volonteer information. Coryo rarely did, but maybe, just maybe this time.

"I'm her mentor, she has to perform to Capitol liking." Or maybe not.

I sighed and looked away. Most days being Coryos boyfriend made me feel special and amazing, like a precious gem, or one of his grandma'ams roses.

But every now and then Coryos clear obsessive nature and need to be the best would beat out the affection they felt for each other. I hated those times.

"I better leave." I said, clearing my throat. He was still observing me, but seemed to let my fishing for answers, that I didn't really want, go as I leaned down to quickly kiss his lips.

As I left to my own house the anxiety grew in my stomach. Something was going to go wrong, I was sure of it.

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Wow. Just wow.

Looking at the TV from my couch I could easily see Coryo and his tribute, so close they were sharing a breath between the bars.

Lucys face was somewhat obscured by Coriolanuses but it was hard to miss when Lucy leaned into my boyfriend.

I turned the TV off. Fuck them. I knew it. I knew I was going to be cast aside. He never could let go once he latched onto something.

My face felt hot but I refused to cry, it was pathetic.

Slamming the door to my room I sat down at my desk, taking deep breaths. Why would he do this to me? Why?

I looked around my room, Coryo didn't like being at my house, he said it reminded him of a life he didn't have anymore. My eyes stopped at a frame. It was a picture of me, Coryo, Sejanus, Tigris and Clemmie at a festival that was held before the games every year. I tried to think if he ever stopped looking at me the way he was looking at me in the picture. I dont think he did? But who knows.

With a sigh I ripped my clothes off and got ready for bed. Fuck him.

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I woke up with a start. It was still dark outside but something was shaking me. Trying to blink the sleep away my focus quickly fell on sky blue eyes.

"Coryo......lanus." I greeted. I was probably being petty, insisting on full name formal, but I didn't really care.

He regarded me for a bit, before lightly nudging my shoulder. With a groan I moved closer to the wall and he easily joined me in bed. He must have already taken his shirt off before he woke me I concluded.

"You really shouldn't trust everything you see on TV, you know." Coryo decided to cut the silence. I hummed.

"What about trusting my own eyes?"

"Well, your eyes was seeing it from the angle the Capitol wanted, did they not?"

"I guess." I agreed, turning away.

The tension was thick and it stayed quiet for a long while before I felt his arms wrap around me.

"We didn't kiss. I'm not saying it wasn't tempting, but you are much more important than Lucy Gray. I just-"

"Get stuck, I know." I let out another tired and frustrated groan. I know, like a bloodhound he was stuck on a trace. Always.

"She-" a kiss to my shoulder, "does-" one to the top of my head, "NOT-" one to the nape of my neck, "matter." and a final on to my cheek.

I finally turned around in his arms, trying to find a lie on his face.

"You promise?" my voice sounded like a whisper, yet still echoed in the small space between us.

"Absolutely. She is going to get me the Plinth Price. Then we are on track to one day rule all of panem, the way we want to. All of it, just for us. Just for you. Okay?"

He could be lying, but the determination on his face comforted me, so I made the choice to believe him.

With a soft kiss to his lips I mumbled a 'okay', relaxing into his embrace and falling back asleep.

#coriolanus snow x reader #tom blyth x reader #male reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coryo x reader #lucy gray baird

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estrellami-1 · 10 months

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Writer prompt: Steve finding out about Murray getting Joncy together & rips into him for helping their relationship to end the way it did. Nancy & Jonathan realizing that their behavior was not only not acceptable but also cruel (esp Jon for taking the photos)

Hello my friend! I actually had part of this already written and I was trying to see if I was ever actually going to post it… and then you sent this prompt which actually (mostly) works! This focuses more on Steve ripping Murray a new one so I hope this is close enough to what you want! ❤️

They’re having dinner. It’s a once-a-week thing Joyce had decided on, back when everyone was still healing, when they all needed the reminder that they made it out. Maybe not unscathed, but they’re out.

It’s during one such dinner she invited Murray to. She’d leaned over to everyone else, whispering, “I asked him to be on his best behavior.”

Steve doesn’t know how they end up here. How they end up with Murray essentially patting himself on the back for getting Nancy and Jonathan together, then just as suddenly turning to Steve and Eddie with a wicked glint in his eye.

He’s talking, and Steve’s getting mad. He doesn’t care what wild theories Murray comes up with for him. But he’s targeting someone who’s clearly uncomfortable with the attention.

Eddie’s withdrawing. His hands are in his lap, his head’s bowed, his shoulders are hunched.

Steve is livid.

“That’s enough,” Steve says suddenly.

Murray pretends he doesn’t hear. “Of course, it’s not like any of you’d care about that,” he says, gaze lingering first on Robin, then Will.

Steve stands and slams his hands on the table. “That’s enough,” he says again, louder. He’s shaking. Eddie won’t look at him. He can’t feel his face, doesn’t know what expression he’s making, but he’s so, so angry. “Did it ever occur to you that the couple you were oh-so-happy to finally get together meant she cheated on me? Did it ever occur to you that you only knew one side of the story? That I was fucking sixteen years old and a girl died in my pool. I was sixteen and trying to contend with the fact that I was living in a goddamn haunted house. And I’m sorry I wasn’t enough,” he tells Nancy. “I tried, though. If you don’t believe a single thing I say, believe that. I tried.” He sighs, shakes his head, looks down at the table for a second before settling his gaze back on Murray. “Did it ever occur to you that people should get to make their own goddamned decisions? Regardless of someone’s sexuality, pushing people together is never okay. Regarding their sexuality, you don’t get to take that choice away from them. Regardless of who’d be okay with it. That is their choice and you stripped a basic human right away from them.” He leans over, looks Murray right in his eye. “I used to be like you. I used to think I had to be perfect, had to know everything, everyone. Had to have all the answers. But what happens when you don’t? What happens when you don’t know, Murray? What does that make you?” He pauses for a second; just enough time for Murray to open his mouth. “Human,” he continues. Murray’s mouth closes again. “It makes you fucking human. So let us be human, too. Just shut your goddamned mouth for once in your life before I do it for you. Permanently.” He narrows his eyes at Murray. “I took on a Demogorgon with a bat. I took on a Russian soldier with nothing. I’ve been to the Upside Down and back. Don’t fucking test me.”

The silence is palpable.

“Well,” Murray says finally. “Lovely meal as always, Joyce-”

“Just leave,” she says, quietly, but no less severely. He pauses, then nods and leaves.

The silence is unbearable.

Steve’s chair is loud as he scoots it back. “Excuse me,” he murmurs, making his way around the table to get to the stairs. “I’m not hungry.”

He doesn’t look up at anyone. He doesn’t see Robin, teary-eyed and proud. He doesn’t see Eddie, shell-shocked. He doesn’t see Nancy, crying.

He doesn’t see Will, terrified and grateful.

He sees his shoes as he walks up the stairs, making his way into one of the first rooms he finds. Thinks it’s Will’s, based on the decorations.

He numbly makes his way to the bed and slides down to sit on the floor, back against the comforter. He buries his head in his hands and tries to remember how to breathe.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he hears careful footsteps. He knows he’s visible from the hallway. He can’t bring himself to care.

The footsteps enter the room he’s in. “Stevie?” Eddie asks cautiously. “Are you okay?”

Steve sniffs, even though his eyes are dry as ever. “Ask me again when I stop shaking,” he murmurs, giving an absent smile at Eddie’s huff of laughter.

“Mind if I sit?”

Steve lifts his head, looks at Eddie. He’s got his head cocked hopefully, glancing at the ground by Steve. Steve pats it, and Eddie’s smile grows. “Joyce is officially my favorite of the moms. And the scariest. She laid into Jonathan and Nancy. But, uh. I think everyone else is okay.”

There’s enough emphasis there to make Steve pause. He knows about Will, then.

He’s brought back to the present when Eddie sighs. “Y’know, that guy’s a real dick. Like, an absolute, grade-A douchebag. But, uh. He’s not wrong. About me.”

Steve glances at him. Watches him playing with his fingers. “Yeah?” Steve asks, almost not recognizing the hopeful tone in his voice. Eddie looks over, and Steve smiles. “Me too.”

Eddie moves a hand, tentatively intertwines it with one of Steve’s. Steve squeezes back. “I can’t- my brain, it’s too-” he waves a hand around his head- “to do anything else. But. This is good.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, squeezes back.

A few minutes later Will pokes his head in. “Steve? Eddie?”

Steve turns a tired smile on Will. “Hey.”

Will blinks. “Um. Hey. Can I come in?” Steve pointedly looks around. Will snorts and walks in, settles criss-cross on the floor in front of them. “I, uh. Wanted to thank you, Steve. For. Um.” His breath hitches. “Just. I know nobody would care? But it’s. I feel like it would be a big deal. But anyways I care, and I’m just. Really grateful.” His breath hitches again, and a teardrop hits his hands where they’re clasped in his lap.

“Oh, Will,” Steve murmurs, squeezing Eddie’s hand once before dropping it and holding both arms out to Will.

Will crawls forward and collapses into Steve. “That was really scary,” he murmurs. Steve hums in agreement.

Suddenly Will looks up. “Are you okay? He- he just told everyone, and we don’t even know if it’s true or not, and then you- you completely shut him down, which was awesome, and you’re kinda my hero, but- are you okay?”

“I’ll be alright,” Steve promises, looking over at Eddie, asking wordlessly. Eddie nods. “He was right. About both of us. And all of that. Honestly, my comfort was the last thing on my mind downstairs. I know the words people use. Hell, I know the words I used, before your brother knocked some sense into me.” He widens his eyes exaggeratedly at Will, who giggles. “And I just thought… it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. Words can hurt, and I’m done with people I love being hurt. Especially when I can stop it. So… I did.”

“You did,” Eddie agrees, beginning to giggle. “You threatened him, Stevie. That was fucking metal.”

Steve laughs then, squeezes Will tighter to him and leans over to rest against Eddie, content. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Will agrees. “You’re okay, though?”

“I’m alright,” Steve promises him.

Will turns to Eddie. “Are you okay?”

Eddie smiles, ruffles Will’s hair. “I’m alright, Baby Byers. How’re you holding up?”

Will thinks, then nods. “I’m okay,” he says. “Um. Jon and Nancy are at the Wheelers’. Everyone else is still downstairs. Are you-”

“In a minute,” Steve answers wryly. “I’m still shaking.”

Will snorts, tucking his head into Steve’s chest. “I think I’ve been shaking ever since he looked at me.”

“It’s the eyes, right?” Eddie asks. “Like they’re looking into your very soul.”

“Yeah,” Will laughs. “They’re unsettling.”

Steve sighs, lets go of Will with one hand, lets it fall onto Eddie’s. He squeezes briefly, smiling when Eddie twines their fingers together.

Will watches silently. “Were you together before he said anything?”

“No,” Eddie admits. “But I don’t think it would’ve taken much longer. We were already most of the way there.”

Will nods. “And I guess I don’t have to ask if you know about me.”

“Why don’t you tell us?” Eddie gently suggests. “He hasn’t taken that choice away from you yet.”

Will nods, takes a breath. Whispers. “I’m gay.”

“Same,” Eddie grins, offering a high-five. Will looks at him, surprised, before clapping their hands together.

They both turn to Steve, who chuckles. “I’m bisexual. I like both.”

Eddie’s grin widens. “Like Bowie.”

Steve snorts. “That’s exactly what Robin said.”

Eddie waggles his brows. “Great minds, and all that jazz.”

Will and Steve both chuckle at that. Will leans back, and Steve lets him go. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “For what you said, earlier. And for just now. Um. I’m okay. And Mom bought ice cream and that sounds really good right now.”

Eddie snorts. “Go on,” he says. “We’ll be right down.”

Will smiles and walks out, and Eddie turns back to Steve. “Okay?”

“How many times are people gonna ask me that,” Steve faux-grumbles, leaning further into Eddie. He sighs. “I really think the best answer I can give is I’ll be okay. I really wasn’t thinking about myself at all.”

Eddie hums. “What were you thinking about?”

Steve huffs out a semblance of a laugh. “Honestly? You. You’d shut down, you were staring at the table, your shoulders were curled in, you wouldn’t look at me… and then he looked at Robin, and Will, and I just saw red. Like I said, I’m done with the ones I love being hurt. It’s- it was never about me. Not this.”

Eddie tilts his head. “It kinda is, though? It was about us, and you’re a part of us, Stevie.”

“Well,” Steve says, then sighs and gives up, tucking his head onto Eddie’s shoulder. “You said Joyce laid into Nance and Jon?”

“Mhm. Terrifying, I tell you. Like that mom look, y’know? But even worse because she’s been through all this shit and knows all your secrets.”

Steve snorts. “How’d they take it?”

“Nancy was crying before Joyce started. I don’t think Jonathan did at all, but who knows what happened once they left.”

“Crying?”

“Mhm. I wouldn’t be surprised if she comes around the next few days, looking to apologize.”

Steve snorts. “That’ll be the day.”

“I might hang around the next few days. I’d like to see it.”

“I want you to hang around.”

Eddie smiles down at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Anything more than this, tonight, I think wouldn’t be a good idea. But you could come over? We could sleep? Talk in the morning?”

“Sounds perfect,” Eddie says warmly. “But first, ice cream?”

Steve chuckles. “But first, ice cream,” he agrees, and together they walk downstairs.

So as I said I had (part of) this done before (the last hundred words or so I just added to help tie it all together), so it doesn’t end as nicely as I’d like. I think Nancy and Jonathan absolutely need to apologize, yes, but I also felt it was important for Steve to say that, to stick up for his friends, and to apologize to Nancy, even if he didn’t need to; it just felt very in-character, like he thinks everything’s his fault, so he’d apologize; but he’s also very loyal and protective, so Mama Bear Steve came out the second Murray looked at Eddie, Robin and Will. Eddie and Steve and Will for the win, I LOVE the dynamic we’ve cooked up for them (because the producers are too chickenshit to let them bond the way they absolutely would), and off-screen Robin and Steve have another bathroom moment with her ripping him a new one in the way of “you need to take care of yourself, dingus, we’re fine, thank you for protecting us but Jesus Christ protect yourself for once-” and then absolutely proceeding to smother him in a hug.

Anyway. I hope you liked it!! I may do a part 2 with Nancy and Jon’s apologies but it depends on if writers’ block keeps kicking my ass the way it has been.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #murray bauman #robin buckley #will byers #joyce byers #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #the other kids are there too but they’re supporting characters in this one #(they support Steve. El messes with Murray just enough to make him think he’s losing it)#y’all don’t understand I’ve written the entire fic IN MY HEAD so ik how it ends but getting it on paper???#nahhhh that don’t happen #anyways I hope you enjoy!#asks #requests #prompts #starambles

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kas!eddie/monstefucker!steve: pt. 2

read pt. 1 here !!

steve never thought he’d see eddie munson again. but there was nothing in this world or any other that could have stopped him from venturing back down to the depths of hell to save him once he realized he was alive.

after dragging him out of the upside down two weeks ago, they’d kissed, touched, fucked, told secrets, cuddled, and cried together. it was absolute bliss.

steve felt like he’d been transported to wonderland. so he didn’t hesitate to move eddie into his house in order to help him recover and heal. everything seemed fine and strangely normal.

eddie was still eddie. a bit different on the outside, but on the inside—his wicked sense of humor, selfless heart, nerdy interests—all remained the same.

except for the fact that he was kind of oddly possessive over steve.

which steve didn’t really mind because he was so used to dating people that couldn’t give less of a shit about his well being. the amount of times he’d shown up to a date with obvious marks or bruises on his arms after fighting supernatural creatures and had them ignored was off the charts.

by stark contrast; eddie watched his every move, protected him from harm (including from mundane things like hot stoves and rainy weather), called him ‘beloved’ ‘perfect’ and ‘mate.’

but if there was one thing steve was learning that eddie hated—it was the thought of anyone else laying a finger on steve. especially in a romantic or sexual sense.

which was how they ended up here.

steve fucked up. he fucked up badly.

of course, steve doesn’t realize how badly until eddie—or; this new super strong, muscular, bloodthirsty killer, undead in a way that still doesn’t quite compute version of eddie—is pinning him to the bed within seconds of him walking in the door post-work. name badge still attached to his polo.

“holy fuck! jesus, eds! i literally just got home. give a guy a minute to decompress!” steve’s words are vastly ineffective and get muffled into the pillow as eddie makes quick work of his clothes.

“shut up. be quiet. face down. my turn.”

he strips steve down to his gray briefs with little ceremony. steve groans as he listens to the seams of his family video uniform rip—sharp claws grazing his skin as the fabric falls to the wayside in tattered shreds.

how many times can he tell keith his dog ate his uniform before he gets fired?

doomed to be fired or not, it doesn’t matter, because steve’s so gone for eddie munson that he’d give up his job, dignity, and livelihood just to keep him happy.

he wags his ass back and forth to taunt, play, and entice. not that he needs to with how eddie’s acting, but because he wants to. he wants to rile eddie up even more.

“someone missed me, hm? can’t stay away from my pussy, can you? such a perv, munson,” steve jokes, but his laughter’s cut off when he receives a sharp slap to his ass. it’s certain to bruise.

“who the fuck touched you? who thought they were good enough to get so close, huh? where are they? i’ll kill them,” eddie’s voice is dark, deep, dripping otherworldly ichor and heat.

“n-no one! no one touched me, eddie! i swear! you can trust me!” steve always finds it alarming how easily his cock starts throbbing when eddie threatens to kill someone on his behalf.

but that’s neither here nor there. right now all he can think about is cumming and surviving, but mostly cumming.

eddie’s fully naked. steve has no idea when that happened or how, but suddenly his briefs—his brand new calvin klein’s—are being bitten off and discarded along with the rest of his clothes while the thick, leaking, barbed dick of his ‘friend’s’ is rubbing between his ass cheeks. it slips and slides and makes noises that would have definitely embarrassed the hell out of steve prior to this. squelching obscenely.

“who is she? why did she touch you? smells like girl. you smell like girl. don’t like it. hate it. hate her,” eddie’s crying which breaks steve’s heart, but he’s grown used to this too.

“it’s okay. you’re okay, eds. you have me. we’re safe. we’re in our nest,” steve says as calmly as possible, “no one’s going to hurt me and if they tried—you’d protect me, wouldn’t you?”

“always protect you, stevie. always,” he cries into steve’s skin, breathing hot and heavy. steve twists to grab his hand and squeezes three consecutive times.

“i know. i’m so proud of you. i’m so lucky,” he adds.

all of ‘new eddie’s’ emotions are insanely heightened in this way. he’s volatile, temperamental, and loves harder than anyone steve’s ever known. it’s terrifying and beautiful.

something clicks in steve’s head. a very vague, seemingly inconsequential moment from earlier that day. he needs to be more careful.

“baby, listen—it’s not what you think. this girl i used to go out with—years ago,” he stresses that part to dilute the importance, “came into family video today and she hugged me to say hi. we caught up for a minute. that’s all! and then she left.”

“don’t want to share, stevie. mine. you’re mine,” he’s nuzzling into the side of steve’s neck and licking at his throat, “mine. mine. mine.”

“yours. all yours. always yours.”

steve breathes a sigh of relief as eddie starts purring—that’s the closest thing he can compare it to—against him and rocks his hips back to let him know everything’s going to be okay. he still wants to be fucked, bred, filled.

“need to get rid of her scent. make you clean. make you mine again,” eddie grunts and lines himself up with steve’s hole. his hole, which, is still dripping and gaping from the events of that morning.

“good. that’s real good, baby. that’s what i’m here for. take what you need.”

eddie likes to cum inside him before he goes to work as a way of marking his territory since he can’t follow steve out into the world outside of this house (for now).

most days, steve wakes up with that huge cock buried in his ass. usually already pumped full with three or four loads and somehow eddie will still be rock hard and insatiably horny. nothing quells his constant arousal.

steve jumps when eddie’s tongue dips past his rim and begins lapping at his inner walls. eddie grips him by the waist, hands encompassing him with ease, and holds him in place. he finds his spot quickly and presses up into it with the tip of his tongue.

“taste like mine,” eddie slurps and then gathers a mouthful of saliva to spit directly into steve’s ass. it tickles, makes everything sloppier just as eddie likes it, “put babies in you this morning. going to put more babies in you now.”

it’s not exactly the truth but the possibility of pregnancy—specifically of eddie getting him pregnant—makes his dick ache for release and hang heavy between his legs.

“yes, sir. please, sir.”

“good human. good stevie,” eddie praises.

steve shivers from head to toe and whines into the pillow. his back arches to give eddie a better angle and he reaches around to spread his ass as far apart as possible so eddie can eat him out properly.

as he licks into him, steve gets a funny idea in the back of his mind. it’s risky given eddie’s physical prowess and unhinged state, but he’s feeling bratty.

“there is one other thing—she did tell me i looked hot in my uniform, but don’t worry i don’t think she meant anything serious by it,” steve bites his lip and smirks to himself.

he likes when eddie’s rough. he wants eddie to be rough with him.

the reality of the situation plays out so much better than it ever could have in steve’s imagination.

eddie flips him onto his back in one swift motion. kicks out his legs from underneath him and growls deep in the back of his throat.

steve sees his face finally and mewls. he’s fucking gorgeous. his eyes are blown out—pupils the size of the full moon. his sharp, elongated incisors are visible and bared. he’s snarling, panting, and his dick is swollen to the point that it’s slapping against his stomach with every move and barely fits between his thighs. it’s going to hurt like hell and steve wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything. he’s ready for eddie to break him.

“stay,” eddie orders him as he pushes steve’s knees into his chest and holds him by the ankles.

he’s drooling which should be gross, but steve opens his mouth to catch the droplets like they’re snowflakes. he moans on each swallow and eddie licks over his mouth in a sloppy half-kiss to express his pride.

and when eddie enters him in one forceful stroke, steve screams bloody murder. he sobs, whites out as eddie thrusts without pause. as he renters consciousness, he finds a puddle of his own cum pooling in his belly button.

a second orgasm building while eddie dips down to lap at his milky release. gathers it all in his mouth and feeds it to steve from the fat part of his tongue.

“thank you,” steve moans, as his body gets moved up and down the bed by sheer force and strength, “thank you for making me cum. thank you for making me yours. please breed me. please get me pregnant so girls won’t flirt with me anymore.”

eddie pins him down further, bending him past the point of comfort. steve’s a human pretzel, contorted in ways he didn’t think possible. eddie’s hips snap into him and steve knows it’s only a matter of time before his barbs will lock into place.

“my stevie,” he punctuates his words with bites to steve’s nipples, suckles on them and drags the sharps of his teeth over the buds to tease, “keep you safe. protect you. give you my babies.”

eddie’s trembling. tears back in his eyes. this is emotional for him. steve’s surprised to find that he’s welling up too despite the filth and pleasure.

“come on, eddie. cum in me. get rid of her. make me forget she exists. i’ll never think about her again,” steve whines, desperate to feel the spread of warmth in his sore hole. it purifies him every time. heals him.

the barbs take hold, lock in, and eddie cums with a violent cry. he chokes steve out while he does it, drags his talons down his chest and marks him up. and steve cums moments later, watching eddie’s gruesome lust turn into a soft smile of satisfaction and adoration.

he’s purring and rutting into steve ceaselessly. hips rolling in circles as he bends to lick steve clean. drags his tongue from top to bottom as his cock pumps seemingly endless spend into steve’s body.

by the end, his stomach is fuller and more rounded. be it from a baby or otherwise, they’ll have to wait to find out.

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w-m-heart · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 7: Forever Sounds Perfect

Fandom: Moon Knight Pairing: Moon Knight Boys (Steven, Marc & Jake) x Reader Word Count: 1472 words Summary: You and your darlings go to a wedding, and suddenly all that happiness is exactly what you want for your future with them. In that happiness, you can't help but...pop the question.

A/N: The reader in this might skew slightly more feminine because I essentially wrote it around the outfit, but no pronouns are used, so it's still gender-neutral

“You look gorgeous,” Steven murmured.

You looked up to see him standing in the doorway, watching you with a soft look of adoration that made your heart skip.

He was right though. You looked stunning. You were wearing a mulberry chiffon pantsuit that made you feel like a powerful boss. You’d brought a shawl for the day if it ever got too cool, but Jake had convinced you to keep it off. It was a good decision. Between the halter neck and sleeveless design, and the earrings, you felt unstoppable. Gorgeous too.

You held out your hand to him. “You look pretty breathtaking yourself,” you said with a soft smile.

They truly did. Jake had chosen their suit, and every time you saw them in it was like the air had been sucked from your lungs. The jacket was a soft blue that made you want to run your hands all over it and the shirt beneath flowed over them like a second skin. Steven had made sure the suit was perfectly tailored to their build, and you’d thoroughly thanked him for it.

Everything from their pants—which curved deliciously over their fine ass—to the tie Marc had long since loosened, fit them like a gorgeous glove. Half of you wanted to rip it off and just devour them, while the other half wanted to just stare at them for eternity.

“You think?” Marc fidgeted with their tie beneath your gaze, loosening the knot further. Every second of this “monkey suit” business was making his skin crawl, and the fact that he was still here made your heart melt.

You tugged him closer, winding your fingers together, until he stood between your legs. You tipped your head back and smiled at them. Reaching up with your other hand, you loosened the tie until it hung around their neck like an odd scarf. Then you took their other hand in yours and took a second to just adore them.

“I think it is taking everything in me to not tear that suit off you and show you just how much I like it.”

The tension disappeared from his shoulders and a spark of mischief entered his eyes as he smirked. “Oh yeah?” Jake drawled.

He dropped one of your hands and trailed his fingers along your jaw, tipping your head back. He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip and his eyes darkened as your tongue flicked out. “And how do you plan on doing that, mi sol?”

Your own smile turned wicked.

Jake’s grip on your chin loosened as Steven fronted. “Not here, love,” he murmured with a fond and exasperated chuckle, even as his eyes never left your mouth. “We’ll get kicked out.”

Worth it, Jake mouthed and you grinned as you twisted in his grip to press a kiss to his palm.

But still you pulled back. Steven was right. You were at the wedding of one of your work friends, and she would never forgive you if you disappeared for a quickie on her porch swing. The ceremony itself might have been over, but seeing as the reception was being held in the barn only a few metres away—well, her murdering you would spoil the evening.

With a quiet laugh you pulled your darlings onto the swing next to you. They wrapped their arm around your shoulders and you curled into their side. The sun was setting and you could see why this farmstead had been chosen as the wedding venue. The day had been the perfect blend of summer and fall, but the sunset was sublime. The last rays of sunlight filtered through the trees and lit the entire world in a golden glow.

“...the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Marc murmured, and you looked up to see him gazing down at you.

He wasn’t talking about the sunset.

You blushed hard at the love in his eyes and his words. You buried your face into his shirt so the sight wouldn’t kill you immediately.

Their fingers curled beneath your chin again, pulling your face up. You swallowed thickly at the adoration in Steven’s eyes. His breath caught as he looked down at you and you felt yourself falling in love all over again.

The four of you had been dating for almost two years now, and not a day went by where you didn’t thank your stars. Not one, not two, but three gorgeous men loved and adored you for who you were. All your good sides and bad sides—even the worst ones you usually kept hidden.

The four of you had grown so much in the time that you’d known each other, and your heart skipped to remember how you’d met and fallen in love with each and every one of them. They were your darlings, and you adored them more than anything else in the world.

“How’d you get to be so stunning, love?” Steven whispered, eyes wide as he drank you in. “And how’d we get so lucky?”

“We must’a done something great in our last life,” Jake muttered. His thumb made a pass over your cheek that made you shiver.

Your cheeks hurt with how hard you were smiling, but you couldn’t help it when they were saying stuff like that. Frankly you were the lucky one to have them, even if they’d never agree with you.

Instead of passing out from happiness like you half wanted to, you cupped their cheek. “Thank you, darlings.”

The love of all three of them crinkled the corners of their eyes as they smiled at you and dipped their head to meet you in the middle. It was a soft kiss, full of everything you didn’t need to say. It was a declaration of adoration and a promise of forever. Your heart skipped a beat and you leaned forward, fingers slipping into their hair.

Cheers broke you apart with matching gasps. You all looked over to the barn where you could see the bride and groom doing shots. You chuckled and dropped your head onto your darling’s shoulder. Their arm curled around your waist and they pressed another kiss to the crown of your head as you watched the wedding party getting more raucous with every shot.

After a quiet moment, a thought came to your mind and you blurted it out before you could convince yourself otherwise. “Do you think that could ever be us?” Your boys froze beside you and you hurried on before you lost your nerve. “You know, married.”

You didn’t know what made you ask it, but now that you had, it was all you could think about. The four of you, bound together for all of eternity. A ring on your finger, a matching band on theirs. Walking down that aisle to where they waited for you. Suddenly that was all you could possibly want. You, them. Forever.

“Which one of us are you talking to?” Jake asked, his voice low and tight.

You looked up at them, eyebrows furrowed. “All of you.”

Did they really think you would choose between them? How could you? How could anyone?

They swallowed thickly, eyes darting over your face like they were searching for a lie. You pressed a hand over their heart and insisted, “All of you. I can’t have one of you without the others.” You licked your lips, suddenly desperate to get them to believe you. “There isn’t a part of your system that I don’t completely adore. I love all of you and I want forever, for all of us.” You swallowed, suddenly terrified their hesitation was a ‘no’. “If you want that too, that is.”

They made a strangled noise and surged forward to slam their lips against yours.

This time the kiss was rough, desperate, like they couldn’t get enough of you. Their hands cupped your jaw, angling your head to deepen the kiss. They devoured you like it was the first and last time rolled into one. And you reciprocated with every atom of your being.

Eventually they pulled back, resting their forehead against yours as you all gasped for air. Both your chests heaved as they cupped your cheeks and you gripped their lapels.

“Forever,” Marc gasped, pressing closer. “Yes. Yes.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as your heart thumped in your throat. “Yeah?”

Steven closed his eyes, a tear sliding down his cheek as he nodded frantically. “Forever. All of us. Yes, love.”

Jake swallowed as he fronted, clutching you closer. “We’re going to need a better proposal than that, amor,” he said gruffly and you laughed, your own eyes overflowing with tears. Then he broke into the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. “But forever does sound perfect.”

And from that moment, forever would always remind you of sunsets and porch swings.

Thank you to @flufftober for the prompts! 💜

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #flufftober 2023 #fanfiction #ao3 #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #flufftober #my fic: falling for them #fluff #wedding fluff

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neonghostlights · 11 months

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Chapter Five: A Date, a Message, and The End

Summary: Eddie Munson left you behind to chase his dreams before suddenly disappearing. When he shows up 5 years later, will he be able to work his way back into your heart?

Warnings: Food/Eating, Rude behavior about homelessness (Not R or Eddie), R is called a mean name, Arguing, Cussing, Miscommunication, Hospitals, Medical Scares, Heart Attacks, Brief mention of addiction, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 5.9k

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September 1991

The man you sat across was talking about numbers. Maybe the stock market? Or maybe he was just rambling random words to see if you were paying attention.

You weren’t sure.

You twirled your fork in some pasta and shoved it in your mouth. Maybe that would be a good enough excuse to not respond to him.

He laughed at something and you smiled and nodded. He seemed happy that you agreed with whatever he had said. You hoped it wasn’t anything detrimental.

Lissa had talked you into this. After almost two months of moping she had all but shoved you into a cute outfit and forced you on this date. You and Lissa had actually gotten into the worst fight you’d ever had over it. She was just concerned about you, you knew that now. But you just weren’t ready.

In the end you let her win.

The guy seemed nice at first, walking up to your apartment with flowers and a charming smile. But he lacked that spark. Or maybe it was you. You weren’t sure at this point.

John is his name. He’s a little bit older than you and works in investments or something with numbers and math. He’s a friend of Lissa’s roommate's cousin.

He wears overpowering cologne like he wants to make sure everyone in this restaurant is aware of his presence. You were definitely aware of him and not in a good way. How could you not be with his fancy suit and charming smile?

He said the right things when you were listening enough to catch them. Truly a gentleman, he held open doors for you whether it was to his expensive car or the restaurant.

But he wasn’t Eddie.

Eddie, who had ripped out your heart once again after years of perfecting your walls and building your hard exterior.

It had been nearly two months since you saw him. You replayed that night and the following morning repeatedly in your head until you had picked apart every second of your interaction. You wish you could play your memories on your tv screen so that you could rewind and fastforward through certain parts. Maybe then you could see how obvious it was that he was lying to your face.

He promised he would call and make things right. But he never did.

When you came back from California you still had the scent of him on your body. You were still hopeful and dreaming about what things might mean for the two of you. Now you felt bitter and rotten on the inside.

Even though the wound wasn’t physical it still left a scar.

You couldn’t just sit around anymore and cry about how he lied or used you for the night like you were just some toy to be played with. So you were trying to ‘move on’, whatever that meant. Even though your couch and a pint of ice cream were calling your name so loudly you could hear it all the way at the restaurant.

There was an elderly couple in the corner of the room with their wrinkled hands clasped together tightly on the table. They smiled at each other fondly as they spoke. You wondered what they were talking about. Was it some funny memory from their youth that they were sharing? Or was it a story of something one of their grandchildren had done recently?

You wondered what it would be like to be loved by someone who meant it. Having a love like that wasn’t ever something you had been envious of before.

The cruel image came to your mind so clearly, you at dinner with your husband of many years who happened to look strikingly like Eddie. The both of you sharing memories of a long life together.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Hm?” You hummed, attention being drawn away from the pair you were staring at. You met John’s eyes as he gave you a curious look.

He waved the receipt in the air. “I asked if you were ready to go. I already paid.”

You nodded, embarrassed that he had caught you zoned out.

John drove a fancy red car. You weren’t sure what kind it was, but based on the looks of the people passing by on the street it had to be a good one. He played soft music and kept it down at a normal level so you could both speak without having to yell.

For some reason, it didn’t feel right. You still faked a smile though.

You were so excited to see your apartment building that you threw the car door open before it was even in park.

You were only a few steps from the building door when he caught up to you.

“Are we in a rush?” He asked with a laugh as he followed you into the building. You wished you were brave enough to ask him to stay downstairs. Maybe you could smile when you reached your apartment door, say you had a great time, and make plans to do this again even though you already knew you would end up faking an illness to get out of it before avoiding his calls completely until he got the hint.

“Something like that,” you muttered, hoping that he would leave quietly after just getting a polite handshake.

You sighed in relief after getting off the stairs and walking down the carpeted hallway to your oasis. You dug the keys out of your purse, not bothering to look up as you approached your door.

You heard a scoff come from John beside you.

“Is there a problem with homeless people squatting in your building?”

That question caught you off guard.

“Homeless? No. I-”

Your voice died in your throat when you saw who was sitting cross legged across from your apartment door.

He stood quickly when he saw you, brushing off the back of his dark jeans.

“Hey,” he said tentatively. His wide brown eyes darted between you and John quickly like he was trying to solve some sort of riddle.

“Eddie?” You gasped when your brain processed that it was really him. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here? I told you I was going to come back.”

“I’m sorry. You know the homeless man?” John interrupted.

“He is not homeless,” you snapped at John, the grooves of your apartment key bit into your hand sharply.

“Who the hell is this?” Eddie asked, stepping up beside you defensively when he noticed the frustrated tone of your voice towards your date.

“This is my date John. And he was just leaving,” you announced, eyeing John sharply so he would get the blatant clue to get the hell out.

“My name is James,” he scowled before stomping off.. You could’ve sworn you heard him mumble the words ‘dumb bitch’ under his breath.

Unfazed by John/James’s dramatics, you crossed your arms, looking Eddie up and down from his boots to his black t-shirt and to his curly hair. “Why are you here?”

Eddie looked hurt by your words, his face falling. “I told you I would come back.”

You let out a dark laugh as you unlocked your door and walked inside your apartment. Eddie followed behind you, not bothering to wait for you to invite him in.

“Nice place,” he hummed as he looked around.

Junie sped into the living room and sniffed at Eddie’s legs.

“This must be Junie,” he cooed as he scooped her up.

You were pissed at your heart for getting excited over him remembering your cat's name after just one conversation about her.

He must have seen the seething look on your face. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I had to save money for the ticket since I don’t have a car and I couldn’t just leave my roommate with the rent short and-“

“You never called!” You blurted out, cutting off his rambling. He remained calm through your outburst as he set Junie down gently. She flopped over at his feet and purred loudly at him.

Traitor.

“You told me you would call and you never did!” You continued. You were probably too loud for the thin apartment walls but you didn’t have much in you to worry about Mrs. Jones filing a noise complaint right now.

It didn’t matter that he was standing here looking like he belonged in your apartment, like he should have been here all along. It didn’t matter that the look on his face could only be described as heartbroken. You were pissed at the amount of audacity he had to just show up here and act like everything was okay.

Your heart was supposed to be untouchable and the one person who cracked through it thought they could just treat you however they wanted to.

How could he stand here two months later and pretend that everything was okay? Like you should be jumping with joy to see him right now?

You never wanted to feel the way Eddie had continuously made you feel ever again. You had wanted for so long for him to come back but now you just wanted him gone again. It was an awful thing to think, but part of you regretted even speaking from him at that restaurant in California. If you knew then what you know now, you would have just pretended to not know him at all.

You mentally kissed the image of the elderly couple goodbye. That would never be you and Eddie like you had immaturely hoped.

“I tried calling you,” he said in a sad, even voice. “You know that right? I tried calling you every damn day. I left you messages. You didn’t pick up and I got worried.”

“I didn’t get any calls, Eddie. I would know if you called me.” You shook your head at him in disbelief that he could think that you were that stupid.

“I know,” he said, still calm as ever as he pulled the paper out of his pocket that you had written your phone number down on back at the hotel. He unfolded it, the lines in the paper creased and faded from being handled so much. “Look at the numbers here. What does that look like to you?”

“My phone number?” You asked, not sure where he was going with this.

“Look at the last two numbers,” he urged gently.

“It looks like…oh.” You grabbed the paper out of his hand and held it up to your face. Sure enough, the last two digits looked like scribbles, not numbers.

“I thought that was an eight but when I went to Wayne’s earlier today and told him that you weren’t answering my calls he told me that it was actually a six,” Eddie said as he pointed at the offending numbers.

“Oh my god,” you sighed, hanging your head in defeat and embarrassment before popping it back up to look at him. In your rush to make it downstairs in time to catch your flight you had jotted the numbers down in a hurry. You never checked to make sure they were actually legible. “Wait, you saw Wayne today?”

“Yeah, I was going to call him and make sure you were okay but you had warned me about his heart so I just wanted to wait to see him in person and hopefully try not to surprise him too badly. Turns out he wasn’t even that shocked to see me because you had warned him. So thank you for that,” Eddie said with a smile. “It was really good to see him.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Here in Indiana? Since this morning. I’ve been waiting outside your apartment for about an hour though. Wayne let me borrow his truck to come see you.” He inched towards you. You could tell that he wanted to touch you but you backed away from him instead. He looked at you with a confused frown. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I had to save up money.”

“You already said that.” You reminded him blandly.

Eddie flinched at your tone. “Why are you mad at me? I came back like I promised.”

“Because it shouldn’t hurt this bad,” you exclaimed.

“What shouldn’t hurt this bad?”

“You. Me. All of it. I shouldn’t have felt the way I felt because you didn’t call me. I felt like that in college when you disappeared for the first time and I promised myself it would never ever happen again. And look at me! One night with you and I went right back to the way I was! Sad and pathetic. And I can not do that again, Eddie. I just can’t.” You were crying and out of breath. You were certain your make up was probably smeared down your face but you didn’t care anymore.

“It was a misunderstanding! I didn’t not call you on purpose! I told you I was going to make things right. You should have known I wouldn’t lie to you!” Eddie’s voice was raised now too as he tried to get his point across.

“That’s the thing! I didn’t know because you’ve been so unreliable that you saying things you don’t mean is all I have ever known since I met you!” You spat back at him.

“I’m not like that anymore,” Eddie said in a firm, loud voice.

Before you could even get another word in you were cut off by a loud banging on the wall. Mrs. Jones was probably tired of your yelling, and honestly you couldn’t blame her.

You closed your eyes for a second, willing yourself to calm down.

“I think you should leave,” you said in an eerily calm voice as you walked towards the apartment door to open it.

Eddie stood there and just stared at you for a second, trying to make sure you were actually being serious. He shook his head before walking to the door. He paused in front of you and leaned in close.

“I just want you to know I meant every word I said to you that night. I know I hurt you again but I promise you it wasn’t on purpose. And I know you’re scared of everything you’re feeling right now but if you change your mind I’ll be at Wayne’s.” He said in an almost whisper before walking out the door.

You slammed the door shut as soon as he passed through it, not wanting to watch him walk away from you.

You let out a frustrated groan as you knocked your head against the door. Junie corralled at your feet, sick and tired of the lack of attention she had received in the last five minutes. She meowed loudly, pulling you out of your self loathing.

“I know,” you mumbled at her as you walked to the kitchen to fill up her food bowl.

As much as you wanted to curl up in your bed and replay your argument over and over again, you couldn’t. Junie’s needs came before everything else.

You paused at the phone on the way to the cat food, hitting the button to the answering machine so you could listen while you took care of Junie.

The first message was Lissa asking you to call her when your date was over.

The second message was your aunt asking you if you were going to make it to the family reunion this year.

The third message had you popping your head up to stare at the machine with your hand frozen in the bag of cat food.

“Hey, uh, it’s Wayne. I just wanted to let you know Eddie showed up this morning. I should have called and let you know sooner but time got away from me. Don’t be mad but I sent him up your way to see you. He’s been talking about you since he got here. Apparently you don’t know how to write your number down correctly or something,” Wayne laughed before he continued, “Anyways, I just wanted to tell you to try to go easy on him when he gets there. For my sake. I’ll talk to you later. Oh, and please do not get me anymore of those god awful protein drinks. They taste like shit. Bye.”

You laughed at Wayne’s words until it wasn’t funny anymore, and you were just left with the hurt in your chest.

The next day you were surprised to see a note waiting for you on your desk when you got into the office. The words blurred so much that you had to squint to read it because of the pounding in your head and swelling in your face. There had been a lot of tears shed last night after Eddie left, so much that you almost didn’t come into work that day.

You had this feeling in your bones ever since Eddie walked out of your apartment that made your skin crawl. It made you want to scream.

You walked to your boss’s office with the note clutched tightly in your hand. There was a bit of fear that shocked through you over what the meeting was for. You tried to remember any time you might have messed up catastrophically in the past few weeks but drew a blank.

Your boss seemed to be in a good mood when she asked you to come in and have a seat across from her at her desk. You did as she asked, muscles locked so tightly that you moved like a stiff board.

She looked at you warily. “Are you feeling okay today?”

‘I’m great. My ex boyfriend that broke my heart five years ago reappeared during that business trip we were on in California. He fucked me like he loved me and then never called me, which sent me into a spiraling depression. Oh, and it turns out the reason he never called is all my fault so instead of owning up to my mistake I kicked him out of my apartment like a coward’, you wanted to say.

“Just a little bit of a headache,” you replied with a smile that seemed more like a grimace.

“Right. Well, I have some good news for you. After much careful consideration we have decided to give you the promotion,” she said in a cheerful voice. “I know you’re the perfect fit and I think the relocation would be great for you.”

Joy and surprise were your first emotions, followed by utter confusion.

“Wait. What relocation?”

“To the branch in Seattle? Did you not read the memo we sent out months ago?” Her mouth twisted to the side as she regarded you.

“I-No. Sorry, I must have missed that,” you admitted shyly. The arms of the chair bit into your palms from the way you grasped them so tightly.

She paused for a moment before speaking again. “If you want, I can give you some time to think about it. But I really need an answer by this evening. I know it’s a big decision so how about you take the rest of the day off and think about it. Okay?”

You nodded before standing up numbly from the cushioned chair and grabbing your things.

You spent the rest of your evening thinking of reasons to stay.

This move could be everything for you. You could get a cute little apartment there and fill it up with plants. Seattle supposedly had good music and coffee, or at least it did in the movies. What more could you want?

You’d have the chance to get out of Indiana.

Your parents would be fine. They were always confused as to why you stayed so close to home anyways.

Lissa could come visit you whenever she wanted. She would put up a fight at first but you knew that she would end up loving it.

The only thing that could possibly hold you back was Wayne. But he really didn’t need you anymore either. Eddie was back and perfectly capable of stepping up and helping his uncle like he should have been all along.

That made the only thing holding you back was you and your fear.

You reached for the phone to call your boss to enthusiastically accept the position but before you could pick it up and make the call, it rang.

You made the drive back to Hawkins in half the time.

You replayed Eddie’s frantic voice over and over again in your head. Only bits and pieces of what he had said was clear but you had heard enough to understand what he was trying to tell you.

“Heart attack- Chest pain- Wayne- Hospital.”

That was all you needed to hear before grabbing your keys and rushing out of the door.

Your knuckles ached from how hard you were gripping the steering wheel. It was some miracle that you hadn’t gotten pulled over for your speed because you were well over the limit.

The tires to your car squealed loudly as you pulled into the hospital parking lot, like some sort of sick announcement of your arrival.

The smell of bleach and illness smacked you in the nose as you skidded through the automatic doors of the emergency room. You didn’t even have to stop at the desk because Eddie’s disheveled appearance was a beacon to you.

“Eddie,” you breathed out as you rushed towards him.

He was about to wear a hole in the floor from his pacing. The brown curly strands of hair stuck up slightly at the top of his hair from where he had run his hand through it repeatedly.

His shoulders and chest visibly deflated when he saw you and he stopped his frantic movements.

“What happened?” You asked when you reached him, guiding him towards an empty chair and sitting beside him. He grabbed onto your hand tightly.

It felt right so you let him.

“He was fine. I was making dinner and he was telling me a story about work then all of a sudden he grabbed his chest and said it hurt. I rode with him in the ambulance and they said it might be another heart attack. I’ve never seen him like that.”

You had seen Wayne like that once before. It was terrifying to see someone you cared for look so scared.

“They took him back to a room and told me they’d come out here and tell me when they know something,” he continued.

“He’s tough. He’s probably back there arguing with them,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

Eddie let out a little laugh that sounded more like a cough. “You’re right.”

You both sat in silence. Eddie continuously tapped his foot against the ground because no matter how old he got he could never sit still. His movements comforted you though.

The day Eddie Munson sat still would be the day hell froze over.

You were violently aware of both of your hands clasped together tightly. Two clammy palms pressed to each other for strength.

As if he could tell you were thinking about it, he gave your hand a squeeze.

You squeezed back.

Two hours passed in that waiting room. At some point your head ended up on Eddie’s shoulder. You really did try not to doze off. It would be wrong to fall asleep while Wayne was back in that room.

Your mind was processing a lot at that moment. The whole scare with Wayne had given you some clarity on your situation. It made you realize what you really wanted.

You lost the battle against your eyelids. Between the mental exhaustion of the past two days and Eddie’s rhythmic tapping you felt your consciousness start to slip.

“Munson?”

Your eyes snapped open and you lifted your head off of Eddie’s shoulder. You didn’t know how long you had dozed off for but the ache in your neck told you it had been a while.

You and Eddie shared a look before you both jumped up and approached the doctor in the white coat.

“That’s us,” you said with a wave.

“Perfect. Good news. Mr. Munson did not have a heart attack tonight. Looks like it could have been something muscular. Was he doing any heavy lifting recently?”

“Uh, he was pulling out some old boxes earlier today,” Eddie said with a furrowed brow.

You shot Eddie a look. Wayne knew he wasn’t supposed to be doing that.

“We’re going to keep him overnight for some testing just to be sure. We’ll have him discharged in the morning. You can go back and see him really quick,” the doctor said with a smile before she trotted away.

Before you could stop yourself you pulled Eddie into a hug.

“He’s okay,” Eddie muttered.

“He’s okay. Go see him and then I can give you a ride home,” you said as you patted Eddie’s back and shoved him towards Wayne’s room.

The drive back to the trailer was quiet at first, neither of you knowing quite what to say.

Wayne practically pushed Eddie out of the hospital room and told him to go home and sleep. You didn’t go back there to bother him, but Eddie said he looked fine and was already counting down the hours until he could be discharged in the morning.

You needed to say something to Eddie though. The silence was killing you.

“I got the promotion,” you spoke into the darkness. You weren’t sure if you were reminding yourself or telling Eddie.

His smile lit up the inside of the car. “That’s great!”

You shrugged.

His smile slowly dropped. “What’s wrong?”

“They want me to move to Seattle and work at the branch there.”

Eddie was silent.

You glanced over him nervously, just to see him staring straight ahead at the road. He didn’t say anything else about it so you left it alone. The wheels were visibly turning in his head though. How cruel was it that he came back just for you to be the one that left this time.

Maybe you and Eddie were always meant to be two ships passing in the night.

“It’s late,” Eddie announced as soon as you pulled into the trailer park. Like there was some way you hadn’t noticed that tired burn in your eyes and the prominent moon in the sky.

“It is,” you agreed as you put your car in park.

“Do you wanna stay the night? I mean it’s just a far drive and you’re obviously tired…”

“I can stay,” you said with a soft smile.

Eddie gave a quick nod before climbing out of the car and you followed silently behind him into the trailer.

“Wayne gave me my room back. Well, turns out it was always my room because he refused to use it. I have my stuff everywhere but you can use it for the night if you want and I can just-”

Eddie was rambling. But there was something you needed to tell him and you weren’t quite sure how to get it across to him. You rushed towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

Eddie froze, unsure of what just happened before he wrapped his arms around you too.

“What is this for?” He said with a sigh.

In that tense hospital waiting room you had realized something.

Eddie had changed for the better. In a moment of disaster he called you. You, who he was currently holding on to like his life depended on.

Eddie didn’t have to come back from California but he did.

He chose you.

And you were choosing him too.

“I’m sorry,” you said. His arms relaxed around you, allowing you to lean back to look at him.

“It’s not a big deal. I’ve definitely slept on worse than that couch,” he laughed, not understanding what you were apologizing for. .

“No. I’m sorry about yelling at you yesterday and not bothering to listen to you. You were right about me being scared. I’m terrified of being hurt again. You have no clue how much over the past five years I pushed everyone away and then you show back up and everything changes.” You sighed, looking up at his face. “I’m scared, Eddie.”

“I never planned on leaving you ever again. I know I fucked up and I know I have a lot of making up to do. I think Seattle will be good for you and as much as it hurts to see you leave I’m happy for you.”

“I’m not going.”

“Why not?” He questioned.

“Because I want to try this again and I can’t do that across the country. If you still want me, that is.” You were suddenly shy under his gaze. Maybe it was too late for another chance.

Instead of answering, he brought his face down to yours, kissing you soft and slow. It wasn’t a bruising kiss but the passion was still there.

“I don’t want you to ever think for a second that I don’t want you.”

“I can’t believe you came back,” you muttered as you pulled away from him slightly. He didn’t let you get far.

It still felt like a dream, like you would wake up and Eddie had truly never been found. But he was here and you were tired of running from your feelings. You were going to charge into your love for him. If it burnt you then it burnt you. At least you could say that you tried.

“I told you I would.” His hand rubbed your cheek softly.

“If we’re going to do this then we’re going to do it slowly,” you demanded, eyes laser focused on him to make sure he understood.

“That sounds okay to me,” he agreed with a dreamy smile.

You leaned into him without any thought about it.

In July 1986, Eddie had broken your heart. He had good intentions, you knew that now but you had let the hurt consume you for the past five years. With everything you did, Eddie stayed as a never ending presence in the back of your mind. Even then, when he was leaving, he promised you he would come back for you.

It may have taken him longer than he expected, but he did keep his promise.

“Can I be selfish for tonight though and have you hold me?” You asked, your heart held out towards him between your hands.

“I think I can allow that.”

And there in Eddie's bedroom, where it ended all those years ago, it began again.

August 1992

You wiped the sweat off your brow with the back of your hand before it could run into your eyes. Gritting your teeth, you pulled the last box out the back of your car.

The long awaited moving day had taken a lot of you. You never realize how much shit you have until you have to pack it all into boxes and load it into a trunk.

Even worse if you’re doing it all on your own.

You stood in the middle of your new living room, looking over all of the boxes you had dragged in with your hands on your hips.

Junie, who was happy to be out of her carrier, rubbed against your legs.

“Can you believe we did this all by ourselves?” You cooed at her. “We are strong, independent, and don’t need a-”

“What the hell, babe?” Eddie grunted out as he dragged the dining room table through the door with Gareth pushing the other side. “What happened to you waiting for me before you started unloading the boxes?”

“You were taking too long,” you said with a shrug as you watched them struggle.

“Blame Gareth,” he muttered before leaning down and giving you a sweaty kiss.

“Yeah, well, you try looking your daughter in the eye and telling her that you can’t stay and play with dolls because you have to go help uncle Eddie move all of his shit instead,” Gareth replied in a playful tone.

Gareth and Eddie had reconciled about six months after his return. It worried you at first that Eddie would fall back into his old ways but Gareth had matured himself and now had a wife and a kid.

“That’s why you should have hired some movers or people who know what they’re doing. Watching these two load up that truck was painful,” Wayne announced as he walked through the door empty handed. He had insisted he show up to help move even though he would just be supervising.

You smiled at them as you watched them all bicker.

A year ago, you and Eddie had decided to take things slow. And you did for the most part.

Eddie proved to you over and over again how he had changed, and how he meant what he said about sticking around. You were able to build up a strong and loving relationship together that surpassed anything you had when you were younger.

So when he proposed to you a month ago, on the anniversary of his return, you said yes.

And when you mentioned buying this house that you had passed by on your many trips back and forth from your apartment to Wayne’s, he said yes.

He got a job at the mechanics shop in town shortly after he came back to you. The pay wasn’t amazing but it turned out he was really good with cars. Using that money he was able to buy himself a new truck and with your combined income, you were able to buy a home together.

Eddie had even started volunteering on the side to counsel youth that struggled with addiction. It made you so happy to see how involved he was in helping people get better.

You had declined the promotion at work last year after you had spent the night with Eddie. It was the first thing you did after waking up in his arms. You had jumped out of bed so quickly to run to the phone that Eddie thought something was wrong.

Your boss was disappointed in your decision, but the job was passed to Vance instead who was more than happy to take the position.

The front door swung open again to reveal Lissa holding a bottle of wine and her girlfriend Robin trailing behind her.

“We’re here to do nothing!” She called out as she walked in and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head.

Things had been going so well between Robin and Lissa that you had a feeling Lissa would be making a move down to Hawkins soon herself.

You just laughed and shook your head, collapsing into the chair Eddie had brought in for you.

You caught Eddie’s stare from across the room as he set a heavy box on the ground. The glint in his eye told you he was thinking the same thing as you.

Here you were, in your new home with all of the people you had allowed into your heart. Later that evening, after everyone else had left and you and Eddie were mostly settled, you thought about how far you and Eddie had both come and how thankful you were that he finally came back to you.

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Sandcastles

CEO Husband Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is always working overtime, but when his best girls really need him, he leaves everything behind just to make you happy.

Words count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, dad and husband Bucky, like one curse word.

Author’s note: just a cute little drabble. obviously, Sebastian’s pictures from Paris inspired me, so enjoy <3

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