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I don't know if you usually take requests, but could you please write a drabble about Bucky taking care of the reader during her period? Period cramps are killing me and I just want some cuddles 🥺
aw i love this 🥹 i’m sorry your cramps have been bad, i’m sending you all the love and hugs your way💗 i hope this bucky fluff makes you feel better 🥰
Cuddles
♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Bucky helps comfort you when you are having bad period cramps.
♡ Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY, light angst, period cramps, blood (duhhh), light self hate
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* i know this is mickey, but let’s pretend it’s post tfatws!bucky *
You had showered after a long day, doing your usual routine— taking your time to really treat yourself after a tough week.
Immediately after sinking into bed, the sheets feeling so good against your freshly shaven legs— it took no time at all for you to slip into a much needed slumber. You didn’t know you could sleep so soundly, so well. Most nights consisted of rolling and waking up occasionally in sweats. Tonight was the first, as you slept through the entire night, waking only the next morning.
You were excited to start off your Saturday after a good nights rest, except when you went to get up— you noticed you were still exhausted. It was then you could feel your back ache, all your limbs heavier than usual. You furrowed your brows in confusion, thinking perhaps you had gotten too much sleep. But as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you suddenly felt something wet in between your thighs.
Glancing down, ripping the cover off— everything dawned on you at the sight of red smearing the inside of your thighs, your underwear ruined.
Fucking periods.
You knew getting that good of sleep was too good to be true. You could feel the tears working their way up, your nose burning with frustration. You had just cleaned and changed all your sheets, taken a shower. Now everything, including you were dirty again— like you had never done any of the cleaning to begin with.
You knew it was just your emotions running wild, so you willed your tears to stay away. Sucking in a deep breath, you walked to the bathroom sluggishly. You made it your mission to grab a pill before the cramps started— you had learned your lesson. Although you were starting your period, you were not going to let this ruin your weekend. You were going to have a nice relaxing weekend. Not letting the beauties of being a woman ruin your day.
If only you had kept that attitude up for the entire day. The cramps had come as you expected, but this time the pill did nothing to relieve the pain. The heating pad worked only for a few minutes before the pain came crashing in waves, your body attempting to curl in on itself from the discomfort.
You swore a ghost was digging a knife in your uterus, and right now— you’d appreciate if the ghost just ripped out your uterus completely.
You had holed yourself up in your room, only making it downstairs for breakfast before you were running back to your bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach back out. This was definitely one of the worst periods you’d had in awhile, and you just wanted to slip into a coma until it was over.
Knocking sounded from your door, and you rolled over still clutching your stomach. You looked a mess, you felt like a disaster. Periods always made you feel gross.
“Yeah?” You asked out loud, and you couldn’t hide the discomfort from your tone.
“(Y/n)? You okay?” Bucky asked through the door.
Your eyes widened at his voice, wondering what he was doing here.
You and Bucky had been dating for awhile now, and things had been great. You still managed to get flustered by practically anything he did— and he loved every second of your flustered state. There was one thing that was brought up though— and that was periods.
“Uh— yeah I’m fine! Just tired!” You shouted, nervous that he could sense your lie. He definitely could.
It’s not that you thought he’d judge you for being a woman and having a period. But you were shy to show him that vulnerable side of you. Both you and him had shown the soft sides of each other— clinging to each other when you needed each others comfort. But there was something extra vulnerable about this— and you couldn’t ignore the embarrassment you felt when you even thought of it. You didn’t want him to find you gross, or annoying as you whined.
Okay… I guess you were a little nervous that he’d judge you.
“Doll what’s going on? Can I come in?” He asked, his voice growing more concerned.
You pulled the cover over your legs, giving the room one last once over— it didn’t look terrible. You just wished you could have a minute or two to tidy up. You knew Bucky very well though, and he’d break the door down if you waited one more second.
“Of course, come in!” You announced finally, taking a deep breath, hoping a cramp didn’t hit you while he visited.
The door opened and Bucky peeled his head in first, after making eye contact with you— he sent a warm smile before heading all the way in, shitting the door behind him. He quickly made his way to the bed where he plopped down, looking over you concerned.
“Baby what’s going on? I feel like I haven’t seen you much today. You sure you’re just tired? You aren’t getting sick are you?” He rambled on, and your heart swelled at his concern.
“Buck— I’m fine really. Just didn’t sleep too good last night.” You completely lied, last night was the best sleep you had ever had. Too bad it leaked into today though.
He furrowed his brows and looked at you like he was about to figure you out— see right through you and pick out the lies. You wouldn’t be surprised if the serum gave him those abilities.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked softly, scooting closer so he could slip his hand underneath the covers to land on your bare thigh.
It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but you feared you’d get blood on him. You knew that was a silly thought— but you were paranoid.
He noticed you tense up from his touch and immediately he removed his hand, his face growing more concerned.
“Baby, what is it?” He pried, trying to look you over again— needing to know what the cause of your discomfort was.
You sighed and gave in, shoulders sagging in defeat. You didn’t want him to worry, and seeing his frantic eyes search you for a wound— you realized you were making this bigger than it needed to be. You just couldn’t ignore the embarrassment you felt.
“It’s just uh… I’m… I’m on my period Buck.” You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the bed.
His concerned expression melted away, his heart falling back into a regular rhythm. He knew he was prehistoric— but he knew what a period was. He just didn’t know why you wanted to hide it from him.
“Oh.” He finally said, “Doll— you can tell me things like that.”
“I know Buck but… it’s embarrassing and gross. I can usually deal with it and nobody ever notices— you know because it’s a normal thing.” You told him, playing with the edge of the comforter. “This one has just been pretty bad and… I just— I don’t know.”
You trailed off, avoiding his gaze. Bucky reached his hand over and tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. Tracing his fingers down your jaw to raise your chin up— that way he could look into your eyes.
“You’re not gross, okay? I’m sorry you’re in pain baby— I wish I could take it all away. It’s not fair you have to deal with this all the time.” He told you gently, and you leaned into his touch.
“It’s not usually this bad but… I don’t know, I guess it’s just a bad one this time around.” You assumed.
Before you could say anything else, you doubled over as the pain came back— stabbing into your uterus. You clutched your lower abdomen— hoping it would help relieve the pain. Bucky’s eyes widened at your whine.
“What can I do to help?” He rushed out, hands hovering over you.
If it were any other time, you’d find his protective, mama bear mode adorable. But for now— you were too busy being in pain.
“Just stay with me please? I don’t wanna lay here alone.” You admitted, your words coming out in whimpers.
Bucky wasted no time in kicking his shoes off, shimming his jacket off before he crawled back into the bed, sneaking under the covers. He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you on top of him.
“Don’t even have to ask doll, I’m staying right here. You comfortable?” He asked.
You reached down and raised your shirt just above your belly button, before you lifted his shirt the same. He furrowed his brows, wondering what you were doing. You laid down completely again, letting your skin smush against his, and because he was a super soldier and was always hot— his warm stomach felt amazing against your lower abdomen. Like a personal heating pad.
“Ahh… that feels good. You’re so warm.” You sighed, ticking your face into the crook of his neck.
He chuckled and smiled into your hair, wrapping his arms protectively around you.
“I love you baby.” He whispered to you, already feeling your breathing even out— falling asleep on him.
Your uterus calmed for now, the warm sensation soothing your pain. You could only wait until the next wave of pain came— but you knew you’d be okay with Bucky holding you.
“Love you too Buck.” You mumbled sleepily against his neck, your breath warming his skin.
He hated that you were in pain, wishing that he could take it all away— but he’d give you as many Bucky cuddles as you needed until you were sick of him.
Truthfully, you’d never get sick of Bucky cuddles.
A/N: short but sweet 🥰
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Mary Elizabeth winstead 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
#sexy model#fluffy#gorgeous#fluffy sweater#sweaters#mohair#angora#beautiful#sweater girl#super fluffy
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could you maybe write a mini fic about Charlie and Casper having a cuddly night in
(no problem boo I got you❤️)
I am buzzing with excitement over the fact that Charlie was just confirmed as a chronic a little spoon so I hope you enjoy 
It was a long day. A long day of short tips and short tempers. Charlie was used to dealing with rude ass customers and people who take basic human decency as a suggestion. But today it was just getting to him. and he needed something to help it. or more correctly someones.
“Casper I’m home!” he sets his backpack down, takes off his shoes and hangs up his puffer jacket and hears scampering and footsteps coming down the stairs followed by a familiar chattering noise. “hey there little buddy” the little masked ball of fluff snuggles his face against Charlie’s pant leg “I told you daddy was coming home” Casper walks up to Charlie and wraps their arms around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. Charlie polled them closer into a tight hug.
“you good baby?”
“yeah…I just really missed you today” Casper gave him a kiss on the jaw and a good squeeze “well you’re home now. I already got your towel and PJs ready so all you need to do is get in the shower and I’ll order food. Sound good?” He nods and heads to the shower
After he’s done in the shower he gets changed into the baggy pajama pants, Casper had cleaned for him. Casper had washed his bedtime Sweet Pete’s shirt but Charlie’s brain wasn’t cooperating with the fact that he had fabric on his chest and arms so he went shirtless. He walked out of the master bath into the bedroom and sees Casper just getting done putting on their own jammies 
“ooOoOoO titties out? Hell yeah!” “yeah for some reason a shirt just didn’t feel right” Casper wraps their arms around Charlie’s waist and kisses his neck “there little busy tonight so the foods going to be at least a half hour-45 minutes. Hope that’s OK” “that’s fine Cas. I can wait….do you wanna go lay on the couch till they get here?” Casper nods and they make their way to the living room. Casper plopped down on the couch back first, and made grabby hands towards their standing boyfriend. Charlie rolls his eyes and crawls on top of Casper laying his head on their chest.
Casper starts running their fingers through Charlie’s hair. They wrapped their legs around him and kissed the top of his head. All is content.
That is until they hear a little chattering before Charlie feels a soft fluffy mass on the dip of his back.
“is that the little guy?” His speech muffled by Caspers chest. Casper let out a mischievous giggle, which is the only answer he needed. “want me to move him?” Charlie shook his head before nuzzling his face deeper into Caspers chest. “if he wants to cuddle he can cuddle. but I ain’t moving for shit” Casper kissed the top of his head and lightly traced their fingernails down his neck and shoulders up and down. Charlie tightened his arms around their torso. and although the feeling was muffled, they could feel him kissing their chest. 
“I love you Charlie” he lifts his head up and gives them a kiss “love you too Cas…I needed this Today” “well it’s here anytime you want it baby you just say the word” they give him a soft kiss on the forehead, and he lays his head back down on Caspers chest, this time snuggling into the crook of their neck 
The end
I could’ve made this with a lot more angst than there had to be. Hope you enjoy. 
#yuurivoice#yuurivoice charlie#writing#no see um kisses💋💋💋#no see um writing#no see um concept#yuurivoice fic#yuurivoice casper#I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted. I kind of just took the prompt and ran with it.#I hope that’s OK#fluffy#sickeningly sweet#Super fluffy#fluff and only fluff
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Hey! Could you write a Grusha x reader fic where he does his SO's hair because they're stressed? It has literally been on my mind since I got the game and having my hair dyed is a big help too lol.
Title— Stress Affection
Prompt— Playing with/Dyeing SO's hair.
Safety— SFW
Additional Tags— Fluff, Eevee levels of fluff, theres an Eevee
Author Note— I have my hair dyed too, this one hits home. I’m on it!
The first time Grusha had touched your hair had been an impromptu movie night; caught up in bad weather he bribed you to stay with some hot chocolate and an eevee he found recently to cuddle with. He was seated behind you on a soft sofa while you sat down on some pillows closer to the floor with the bundle of fluff in your arms. He had initially fought you over treating you well and wanting you on the cushions but his words backfired beautifully in your favour after you did exactly that and grabbed his pillows, causing you both to settle down with his legs sitting beside you and your head comfortably pressed back close between them.
The silent trust you both shared needed no spoken words or encouragement to continue, the two of you found comfort in the presence of each other simply just being close by. Knowing the other wouldn’t do anything without asking; when you suddenly felt his hand on your hair it was certainly a surprise, although a very welcomed one. His touch was light at first, gentle and unsure, almost as if he was absent-mindedly twirling some strands of your hair around his fingertips. Twisting and turning small strands until he formed a loose braid of sorts.
Just as quickly as the affection started however it abruptly ended with a small almost gasp like sound from behind you. His hands retreated immediately but he never spoke a word about it, perhaps hoping you didn’t notice what he had done or maybe even just being too shy to comment on it. The comfortable silence managed to continue just fine from then as usual, though you couldn’t help but miss the faintest of touch he gave you...
The second time he touched your hair had been in bed, curled up in his arms he found his hand rested against the soft strands. He made no move to touch at first but his better judgement eventually lost to indulgence with the soft feeling under his hand and he lightly picked up some pieces to hold, brushing his thumb over it in a way you likely couldn’t even feel. He found himself wrapped up easily in the smallest affectionate acts and this was beginning to be one of his favourites even though he had only done it a few times.
The third time he touched your hair he had been direct about it, outright asking for you to let him style your hair a little, as much as he enjoyed the small fleeting touches Grusha couldn’t resist the urge for more of it, more of the affection, more of you close to him. His voice held a little hesitance to it but in that soft loving and just a little bit shy kind of way you loved so much, how could you say no? You did miss the touch too so why hold back?
His hands tugging carefully on your hair felt like heaven, his fingers combing slowly through any knots and twists slowly undoing each and every one with extreme care as he tugged your hair back into a small bundle. You made a rough guess he was tying it up like his own but it didn’t bother you much what he had done to it, the sweet affection he offered you quickly melted through you right to your heart. Feeling your body slowly give into him and relax back into everything he was doing, you found yourself leaning your head back to meet his eyes at some point. Sharing a smile before he continued contently.
The next few times had been much the same, he was always the one to initiate it. It didn’t matter when or where for either of you, public or not; whenever you showed even the slightest discomfort generally to unexpected hot weather, he had been quick to offer support and tie back your hair with those soft loving hands all over again. The gentle acts continued just like that for many more months...
Until one day Grusha found himself caught in your demands this time, a particularly rough few days left you tired, angry and very clearly stressed; something he luckily picked up on immediately. He had been on his bed at the time sorting some kind of paperwork when you asked and he wasted not a second more with the confusion of you asking for it, the tone your voice held was more then enough for him. Petting his leg lightly you found no reason to disagree and collapsed right onto his bed letting your head fall into his lap, resting lightly against his thigh so he had access to your hair.
A small whispered plea is all it took before you felt the welcomed familiar touch all over again, gentle and caring as ever Grusha had taken to petting over your head in-between braiding small strands for you. Letting the silence linger for now and simply doing exactly as you asked of him, though he was a little worried this wouldn’t exactly be enough after seeing you in such a state it was the least he could do for you and left everything he was working on tossed to the side giving you his full attention.
Grusha stayed like that for hours with you curled up on his lap slowly relaxing into him more and more, his legs had long felt the ache of being left to sleep but he was far too focused on you to care. Even enlisting the help of his pokemon who were more then happy to bring you both drinks and snacks on occasion. The eevee you had grown close too had come in at some point as well and curled up against your chest, the soft fluff and vague warmth an even more pleasant feeling after such a stressful time. It hurt your head to even think about the last few days, forcing a small displeased sound from you at the mere thought of needing to do that again.
The sound somehow caught Grusha’s attention first before his eevee perked up right after, the bundle of fluff nudging at your cheek in that adorable way that always made you smile. Which you sort of did, not wanting them to feel bad...
Luckily for the both of you it seemed, the eevee was rather clever and took a glance up at Grusha with a small pleading look, more then enough for him to finally stop what he was doing. Moving a hand to your cheek instead he gently guided you to look at him, wondering for a moment if this would even work though he had thought about it for at least an hour now.
“How about something a little more permanent?”
To his surprise it took barely anything for you to agree to it, managing to get himself up and walking with a small trip or two and an amused eevee at his side. The two of you ended up in the bathroom picking out some spare coloured dye he had saved but never got to using, it was rather weak stuff being able to wash out in just a few tries however this was very much more then enough.
While there wasn’t exactly a lot to work with, Grusha managed to pick a few colours that suited your hairs natural tones. Showing you how he liked to mix everything together; guiding you to help him with soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead as little in-between rewards, keeping you interested with ease he was faster on the clean up preparation and gathered everything in a minute or less, leaving you to figure out where you wanted the colours to go.
When you both finally settled down on an option you found yourself seated on his lap while he began to touch over your hair again, carefully placing each colour onto small chunks of your hair. Massaging the colour in with ease while managing not to move an inch on the flimsy chair he found laying around, holding you on his lap through the entire process showing just how skilled he was and how much he truly cared how you felt about this. Every action held an undeniable sweetness to it, every time he was forced to tug a little rougher or massage the colours in closer to the base of your head or neck Grusha always offered quiet praise and apologies for his treatment of you. Although it never hurt even the tiniest bit the fact he was so worried about it filled your heart with that familiar warmth he always gave you.
The stress lingering in your mind melting away as excitement took over instead, how would it look? What would the colours come out as against your natural hair? So many curious questions and not a single one of them had been even the slightest bit bad. Grusha knew what he was doing and that was very clear to you both, even your little eevee seated on the sink near by looked a bit impressed by the work.
After some time every drop of coloured dye had been placed in all the right spots, Grusha watching carefully how each piece of your hair reacted to the colour in silence. Finally being done with it his hands gave a small throb of pain in response, paying it no attention or the fact the smell had gotten a bit overwhelming from his position behind you. He didn’t even notice when his eyes began to prick with tears of irritation, nothing he minded though. You were far more important then a little itchiness he could rub away with ease.
With a few minutes feeling like a lifetime without his hands on you, the time spent waiting for the colours to settle in properly surprisingly left a nice feeling this time. Knowing that now you had a small piece of him with you wherever you went brought a smile back onto your lips, something Grusha immediately noticed; content with what he had done a small excitement begun burning inside him as well now he didn’t need to be so careful.
By the time the colour was ready to come out you had plenty of time to spend talking and thinking quietly, eventually having accepted the stressful day had lead you to something wonderful. Maybe Grusha would come help you next time you had to endure it? Having him with you always made everything so much better, this sweet moment was no exception.
Moving from your comfortable seat on his lap and leaning in to the small stream of water after a small adjustment to the warmth of it; with complete trust in Grusha leaning in so close to you and just about over the top of you in the small room, he was quicker with his hands this time getting any excess dye off of your hair in just a few minutes, sneaking a little kiss over your ear since he was close enough to manage it. You couldn’t help the small laugh when your eevee rolled its eyes at the affectionate act.
You could have easily dried off your hair by yourself but Grusha was stubborn in a rather sweet way, holding his hand out immediately when you picked up the towel he gave a small content sound when you gave into him so easily, choosing to occupy your hands with the bundle of fluff waiting to be picked back up for a while now. With the little eevee close to you again Grusha started drying off your hair carefully, not at all minding the tiny spots of colour that bled through into his towel far too used to it now to even care. Having it tainted with a lovely memory of you until he washed it was a nice thought anyway for a moment he almost hoped the towel suffered and didn’t ever get rid of that small stain.
Finally managing to get your hair dry, mildly impressed your hair put up such a fight for it. Grusha eventually got it to cooperate with him and quickly moved onto styling it, deciding to pull it back in a similar style to his own. He found you leaning back into him again, looking into the small mirror in amazement for what he had done to you. Every single drop of colour had been placed exactly where you said you wanted it with not even the smallest error to see, even as he lovingly styled your hair like his own, pulling back and exposing some of the underside to the colour; even those parts remained perfect like some sort of miracle.
Your hair was absolutely gorgeous, Grusha seemed to be in a content trance as he worked his magic and your stressed mind had let go of it’s ruthless grip on you. Although the pain wasn’t over, this small act of kindness would be more then enough for you to put up a fight against anything the world would throw at you, able to carry a small memory of Grusha everywhere you went and even better, when the colours finally fell away. You absolutely planned to ask him again for this. Though this was never what you wanted originally or expected to happen when you came to him, the ending to such a worrisome day; curled up in his arms at the end of it all, made everything worth it.
#pokemon#pokemon grusha#x reader#fanfic#fluff#super fluffy#gender neutral reader#i took all night on this one#grusha had a chokehold on me#im not even mad#yes its like 2k something#yw#i see you scara simp#im one of them lmao#SafeForXi
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We Are Boyfriends
ASK: "hi :) (if i’m bothering you pls do tell me) could you write so eddie x ftm reader fluff? thank you sm <3" - @ilovejquinn
pairing: eddie x ftm!reader
Summary: You and Eddie decide to tell Uncle Wayne about your relationship.
Warnings: i guess very subtle themes of transphobia but not really… like, reader’s just nervous he’s gonna get told to get out or whatever, and there is a mention of people giving him weird looks for wearing masculine clothes, but its not about that. it's period typical side themes of it basically.
You were sitting on Eddie’s couch. You were nervous. You and Eddie had been best friends since like… kindergarten, so naturally he was the first person you had ever told about those confusing feelings about your gender. You didn’t understand it yourself, but you had told him you preferred boys clothes, and having shorter hair, and that you were scared because people already gave you weird looks for dressing like a boy. He’d immediately taken you into his bathroom and cut your hair for you, it looked atrocious, he did not know how to cut hair. But it made you feel all the more better. He also made a promise to grow out his hair, to contrast yours, so you wouldn’t be the only one getting weird looks on the street.
That’s when your feelings for Eddie really kicked in. He admitted his feelings to your face about three months later, when you were getting ready for prom together and your mum wanted you to wear a dress, and you didn’t want to wear a dress and you called Eddie crying. And he came over with his suit and gave it to you to wear, he stole some slacks and a button up from Wayne for himself. You both snuck out the window and went to prom together. You got so many weird looks that night, but Eddie kept a smile on your face, especially when he told you you looked handsome. Not beautiful, not pretty, handsome. He kissed you at your doorstep when he dropped you home.
Over the month since prom, Eddie had helped you figure out that you were trans, and he’s been particularly brilliant and normal around it. As if it was nothing, not a big deal. It was perfect. You were still getting used to the compliments he’d give, and boy did he give them a lot. He’d act like you were a god or something, constantly praising the shit out of you. You loved it, because he was like, the one person who actually made you feel masculine with them. Not pretty, not dainty, handsome… beautiful was still thrown in there a lot, but you called him beautiful too.
Eddie was trotting around his room at the end of the hall, chucking his school shit back there and grabbing his campaign notebook. He wanted to bounce some ideas off you since he loved your opinion so goddamn much. He was like a puppy dog, honestly. A true golden retriever boyfriend. You were nervous, bouncing your leg with a racing heart, because Eddie wanted to tell Wayne. Today. He knew Wayne would be okay with it, Wayne was cool like that. He wasn’t bothered by queer looking people on the street and always scoffed when the papers would say some horrible shit about some gay celebrity, shaking his head before turning the page. He’d told Eddie a few times that love is love. But Eddie didn’t want to hide you from everyone anymore, and since you spent most of your time at the trailer, he wanted to tell his uncle so he didn’t have to keep sneaking you through the window or whatever. He’d promised you Wayne would be cool with it, but that didn’t stop the nerves.
“Heya, sweetheart.” Eddie bound through the trailer with a smile, plopping himself down beside you and leaning his head on your shoulder. Sweetheart always made your heart race, he was a sucker for those pet names, “How are you feeling?”
“Yeah…” You nodded slowly, “Okay.”
He looked at you and narrowed his eyes, “Don’t lie to me…” He smiled softly and smoothed a hand over your cheek, “How are you feeling?”
You locked eyes with him, “Terrified.”
He nodded, still smiling with such sweetness, “You say the word, and we’ll pull the pin on operation ‘meet the parents’, okay?”
You nodded slowly.
“Serious.” He tipped his head forward, eyes glaring up at you to show just how serious he really was, “At any point, it gets too much, we can make a run for it, yeah?”
You smiled softly, “Yeah.”
Satisfied, he turned back to his notebook, opening it up to his latest sketch. A gorey monster with bulging eyes and gross hairs sticking out of its back, “Rad, right?”
You looked at the page, and then at his dorky grin, “Looks like you.”
He dropped his jaw as he looked at you, staring in silence for a moment, “You little…” he cut himself off by wrapping his arms around you and shoving you back down into the couch, “You’re gonna pay for that.”
“Oh yeah?” you challenged, “How?”
“I’m gonna suffocate you now.” he grinned and leant over you, smothering your face with kisses.
You laughed, “It’s really working.”
“Are you not dead yet?” He laughed, “I thought you were being kissed by an angel-”
You groaned, “You’re so smug.”
He kissed the tip of your nose softly, “You make me smug. You have to stop telling me I’m beautiful, sweetheart. I’m starting to believe it.”
You giggled again and shoved his face away, bringing yourself to sit up again, “You are such a dork.”
“Mhm.” He smiled, grabbing the notebook again, “You love it.”
Your cheeks turned a little pink. You hadn’t said those words yet. You decided to keep quiet, allowing him to point out different parts of his monster, explaining what it was and what it did.
Wayne walked through the door.
“Hey Ed- oh, hey, haven’t seen you in a while, kiddo.” Wayne smiled, “Nice haircut.”
Your cheeks flushed pink, “Thanks.”
“Thought you and Ed got in a fight or somethin.” He shrugged, pulling off his jacket and hanging it by the door, “Good to have you back around.”
You looked over to Eddie, and he was smiling at you in awe, “Thanks.”
Eddie giggled, “Is that all you say… thanks?”
You shrugged.
“Well.” Wayne clapped his hands together, “I’m gonna hop in the shower before heading to work. You kids okay?”
Eddie looked at you expectantly, eyebrows raised as if to ask permission. You nodded slowly. He raised his eyebrows further, just to double check. You took a deep breath and nodded again. Eddie smiled, grabbed your hand and turned back to his uncle, “Actually, Wayne?”
He turned back around to face you both, “Yeah?”
“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about…” Eddie swallowed, now catching a case of your nerves, “Can you sit down?”
“Sure thing son.” Wayne smiled and pulled over one of their dining chairs, positioning it opposite you too. His eyes had already noticed Eddie’s hand holding yours, so he was pretty sure he already knew what was coming.
“Uhm.” Eddie cleared his throat, “I’m… were- were dating.”
Wayne nodded slowly, “Yeah…”
“B- well, I… you’re…” Eddie rubbed his face. He was never good with words.
“I’m a boy.” you looked at Wayne, and his expression didn’t change, “I’m… I’m a boy, and my name is Y/N, and Eddie and I are together because we’re… we, we just are.”
Wayne nodded slowly, “Okay.” he shrugged, “I thought so. S’why I called ya kiddo the past few years.” he leant forward to scuff up your hair.
Your cheeks turned pink, “Wh-”
He laughed, “I know everything that goes on in this trailer. You acted like more of a boy than Ed did half the time.”
Eddie stuck out his arms as if to say ‘hey, why?’. Wayne just laughed, “Good to see you both happy.” He stood up and clapped his hands together, “I’m gonna shower.”
You both just sat in silence, watching Wayne walk down to the bathroom and shut the door. You let out a deep breath. Eddie turned to you slowly with a soft smile growing, “See. What were you so scared about?”
You laughed and leaned in to hug Eddie.
“You feelin okay?” He rubbed your back softly.
“Yeah.” You nodded into his shoulder, “I’m feeling good.”
“Amazing!” Eddie said in a sing-songy voice, “How about we watch a movie, yeah? Rocky Horror?”
You rolled your eyes, pilling back from the hug, “We always watch Rocky Horror.”
“It’s a brilliant movie.” He scoffed, “Plus. I think it’s rather appropriate given the circumstances.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled, “Fine, put it on.”
He jumped up and fixed the movie before crawling back onto the couch beside you. You had taken the pleasure of laying back against the pillows, and Eddie laid himself on top of you, head on your chest as he pulled a blanket over you. You rested a hand in his hair, sifting through it softly, and the other stroking small circles on his cheek. He wrapped himself around you tightly, nuzzling the top of his head into the crevice of your neck, humming along to the opening title. He wound his ankle around your leg, his socked toes wiggling against your calf and it made you giggle. The sound vibrated through your chest and made his ear buzz. He looked up at you with a dorky smile and bright eyes,
“What?”
“That just tickled.” You smiled.
“Oh… like…” he moved a hand to your side and wiggled his fingers under the hem of your shirt, “this?”
You giggled some more, smirking and trying to pull his hand away. You slapped him on the back and he stopped, giving you a sly little smirk. He leant up to kiss your chin softly. You looked into his soft eyes, and the world seemed to disappear. He rested his chin on your chest, looking up at you as he lay there, hair crowding his face. You brushed some back out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear.
“You’re so handsome, you know that?” he mumbled, eyes fixed intently on you, “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend. Carved at the hands of greek gods or some shit.”
You laughed, “You flatter me.”
He shrugged, “Thank you for trusting me… and Wayne.”
You shook your head and smiled, dusting your fingers over his cheek. There was a moment before you spoke, choosing your words carefully, “It’s because I love you.”
His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed pink, all the way to the tips of his ears and the top of his chest. It was adorable. He poked his head up higher, getting a better look at you, staring down at your face to make sure you really had said what you had said, “Really?” He sounded so excited.
You smiled and nodded, “Yeah. I love you.”
He buried his face in your neck, letting out a strangled groan of relief before kissing his way up to your lips. He pulled back, soft eyes looking into yours, “I love you too.”
And then he kissed all over your face, over and over and over again, whispering those three words between every kiss. You giggled, trying to shove him away but you didn’t really want him to leave. He kissed the tip of your nose sweetly and looked into your eyes again.
“You are everything to me, sweetheart.” he smiled, kissed you once more for good luck, and laid his head back on your chest to watch the film.
You tangled your legs around his and held him close, kissing the top of his head, “You are my everything too, Ed’s.”
He smiled, cheeks flushing pink as he held you that little bit tighter.
#jay writes#we are boyfriends#eddie munson#ftm!reader x eddie#epic wayne moment#wayne & eddie#wayne & reader#ally wayne#awesome uncle wayne#queer#eddie x reader#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie fluff#eddie x reader fluff#super fluffy
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Willing Sacrifice - Mason x Evelynn
Her heartbeat. It was quiet, it was uneven, it was stuttering, but it was there. The sound of it was the last thread holding Mason's sanity in place.
He was standing in front of the closed door of the operating theater, deep in the heart of the medical wing of the Agency's Wayhaven facility. Forehead pressed against the harsh steel door, he closed his eyes and forced himself to take slow breaths; with each inhale, he counted the beats of the fluttering heart, muted but audible through the door.
There were other hearts beating within, of course - Elidor's steady thump, underlining the quicker, anxious beats the two nurses. But they were easy to ignore in favour of the unsteady, fluttering pulse he needed. It felt like his own heart was beating in time with hers - hanging still in terror with each pause, afraid that the previous beat would be the last he might hear, and then thudding hard against his ribs in relief the very instant head heard the next.
There were other sensations, too. He was vaguely aware that he was cold, his clothing soaked through with rain and blood. The smell of her blood mixed with acrid medicine clouded around him. And there were voices. Footsteps. Someone was shouting.
His eardrums felt like they were splitting. His sinuses ached. The chilled air felt like a thousand tiny needles on his skin. But it all felt unimportant - hardly more than a vague annoyance. Nothing mattered but listening for the next beat of Evelynn's heart.
Because if he didn't hear it... If she didn't survive.... And it was his fault...
Mason gave a shuddering grunt as his stomach twisted painfully at the thought.
Someone was standing next to him. Close enough that he could feel their body heat, even though they weren't touching him. They were shouting. There was another voice, too, almost as loud, almost as close. He had to strain to hear Evelynn's next heartbeat over the noise. He couldn't care less about the noise itself, but he would end anything that threatened to drown out the only sound that actually mattered.
Mason whipped around to come face-to-face with Rebecca, a vicious snarl ripping out of him - a promise of such violence that Adam took several steps towards them, as if he feared he might have to intervene.
Rebecca didn't move. She didn't even pause in shouting at him. "--supposed to protect her!"
Nate tried to step in, his expression torn. "Agent Fair--"
Rebecca didn't seem to even hear him, continuing her tirade unbroken at Mason. "Explain to me how you let this happen!"
"And you're supposed to be her mother," Mason hissed.
The implication in his tone was finally enough to make Rebecca stop yelling. Her face went ashen with enough anger that it seemed she wasn't able to put her emotions to words.
Mason took a step forward, forcing her back. "So maybe you can explain to me why the fuck she thought it was a good idea to step between me and a fucking bullet!"
The change in Agent Fairwood was instant. The fury twisting her features slackened to horror. "She... what? Why?!"
"You fucking tell me!" Impotent frustration spilled out of Mason in a wordless roar, and he spun on his heel to punch the wall behind him, sending chunks of cinder-block flying.
Adam was next to him an instant later, a hand laid gently over Mason's throbbing fist. His eyes were filled with sympathy, but his tone brooked no argument, "I know. But if you do anything to endanger Evelynn's care, I will remove you."
Mason pulled his lips back, as if to snarl again. But underneath the aimless anger, there was another feeling, suffocating in its power, that demanded he listen because she mattered more than his rage. Mason forced himself to take a deep breath, closed his eyes, and nodded slowly.
In the meantime, Rebecca had collapsed into one of the waiting room benches, staring aimlessly at the door of the operating room. "Why would she...?"
Nate took a seat next to her. "The bullet was laced with DMB."
As Adam withdrew from Mason's side, Mason was left standing with his forehead pressed against the door once again. But it seemed now he remained at least partly aware of what was happening around him, because he ground out a response to Nate's comment; "What the fuck does that matter?"
"Enough to kill most vampires," Felix added softly.
Mason's hands curled into fists. "So? She fucking knows I can handle more DMB than most vampires. I would have been fine."
"Possibly," Adam answered, leaning heavily against the wall. "But evidently, that was not a risk she was willing to take on your life."
This time, another snarl did escape out of Mason as he turned to glare at Adam. "But it was a risk she was willing to take with hers?!"
The waiting room fell into an uncomfortable silence. The answer was obvious, but no one wanted to say it aloud. Mason knew very well that it was true. Nobody needed to say it, and it felt cruel to give unnecessary voice to his torment.
He gave a shuddering breath, one that sounded unpleasantly like a swallowed sob, and let himself slide down the wall to sit on the sterile linoleum, his head bowed and his hands curled tight in his hair.
Rebecca stared down at her hands, blinking rapidly. "I... I wanted it to be a failure. A mistake. A hole in procedure that could be filled. But we can't protect her if she would choose to..."
A sharp breath from Mason interrupted her, and she looked over to see him hunched even further forward, his shoulders pulled up to his ears, his fingers digging into his temples. She fell silent. He'd already borne the weight of her fear through her blame. He didn't need to be burdened further.
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No one was entirely sure how much time had passed. No one had moved for however long it had been. The heartbeat was still there. Still fluttering. Perhaps just a little stronger.
The operating room door opened to Elidor. Everyone was on their feet in an instant. Most waited with baited breath for news, but Mason had no intention of waiting to hear what had happened to her. He needed to see her. Now.
Elidor didn't even have the chance to speak before Mason had ducked under his arm and disappeared into the operating theater.
"I-- She's not--!" A door slammed from inside, and Elidor pursed his lips in irritation, his gaze swinging back to those still waiting in front of him. "The rest of you can meet me at the observation room down the hall, where she is recovering from surgery." He stepped back and snapped the door shut again, grumbling to himself as he followed Mason.
There was a door inside the operating room which led directly into a series of hospital rooms, intended for those under medical observation after surgery. Evelynn had already been delivered to one when Elidor went to speak with Unit Bravo. Mason was already inside by the time Elidor caught up.
When he opened the door to the observation room, he found Mason seated on the floor next to Evelynn's bed. The position was nearly identical to the one he'd adopted while waiting for news - his head hanging between his knees, his fingers buried in his hair. But the tension threatening to tear him in half had eased; not gone, but lessened enough to make his exhaustion apparent.
Elidor came to a stop just in front of Mason, towering over the vampire with crossed arms. "Do you really think it's a good idea to be in here while you're covered in filth?"
Mason lifted his head slowly to peer down at his hands, smeared with the rusty-brown of dried blood. He didn't answer; he just pushed himself to his feet and trudged to the sink on the other side of the room, where he began to wash his hands. "Get me some scrubs."
Elidor watched, unmoving, with a deep frown. "You hate scrubs."
Mason paused, scowling at him. "Do you want me to change or not?"
Elidor hesitated, pursing his lips. He wanted Mason to go have a shower and get changed properly. And maybe get some sleep. There were rules for a reason, and he was not going to bend them for Mason! He was not!
Elidor scoffed under his breath about "heart-strings" and pulled open a drawer, pulling out a set of blue scrubs and tossing them down on the counter next to Mason. "You need a shower."
Mason huffed out a breath. "Yeah, I know, I just..." His gaze pulled towards the bed as if drawn against his will, making him twist awkwardly even while he was still washing up.
A knock sounded at the door, and Elidor went to answer it, grumbling to himself.
Rebecca and the rest of Unit Bravo waited on the other side, each wearing hope on their faces with varying openness.
"She'll be okay?" Rebecca asked, swallowing against a voice that wobbled slightly.
Elidor nodded. "She was lucky. The bullet ricocheted off one of her ribs and only clipped one of her lungs, and the path was pretty clean. The damage could have been considerably worse. She may lose some mobility in her left shoulder, but she should otherwise make a full recovery. A slow recovery, but a full one."
"Can we see her?" Felix asked.
"She won't wake now until at least morning," Elidor answered, rolling his eyes at Felix's pout. "You can go in and see her, but not all at once. And do not try to wake her up, or I will bar all of you from her room until she's fully recovered."
"We can wait until she wakes," Adam answered - though he was looking at Felix, despite responding to Elidor.
Felix scowled. "What? But--"
Nate offered a reassuring smile. "She's fine. We know she's fine. That should be enough. Besides, we could all use a little rest, after tonight. We'll see her first thing in the morning."
Felix peered into the room, his eyes lighting on Mason, who had returned to his silent vigil at the side of Evelynn's bed. "I... Yeah, alright. I guess."
The rest of Unit Bravo trailed slowly away, leaving only Rebecca to step inside the room. She stayed only a moment - long enough to leave a kiss on Evelynn's forehead - before retreating to prepare a report on this new weapon apparently in use by the Trappers.
She paused at the door, now that everyone else had gone, and looked at Mason. "Agent, I.... apologize for what I said earlier. It was said in fear and..." She sighed. "The truth is, it gives me comfort, knowing she has someone to watch over her when I can't."
And then she left Mason alone with the sound of Evelynn's heart beat.
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It was difficult to say how much time had passed when another set of footsteps approached the door - ones that didn't belong to one of the medical staff who came in and out to check her status from time to time.
Nate stepped into the room and frowned when he saw Mason, still sitting on the hard floor. It seemed it hadn't moved at all.
"Mason, you need to get some rest." Nate settled down on the floor next to him, peering down at his friend, hoping to see any response at all.
Mason didn't move, but Nate did hear a faint growl rumbling in his chest at the suggestion.
Nate sighed. "Why not? She'll be safe if you go clean up and get some sleep."
There was a long silence, and Nate started to think that maybe Mason was just going to refuse any conversation at all, until grey eyes peered up at him from under a mess of dark hair. "I can't, I need to hear that... that she's alive."
Nate pursed his lips. Mason did need to get some rest, but his heart wouldn't allow him to insist. Not after that. Unless...
Thinking quickly, Nate pushed himself to his feet. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Maybe I can help." And then he disappeared back into the hall.
A half hour later, the footsteps of that telltale long stride could be heard in the hallway again. Nate stepped silently back into the room, and placed a set of clothes on the floor next to Mason, with a plain plastic keycard on top.
Mason peered up at Nate, confusion colouring his expression enough that it was clear even in the dark. "What's this?"
Nate smiled, pushing wet hair back out of his face. "It's a change of clothes, and the key to the bathroom down the hall. It's meant for medical staff but I was able to convince the duty nurse to let you use it, just this once." He took a seat once more on the floor, this time opposite Mason. "There are only two walls between this room and the bathroom." He paused, lowering his voice. "You'll be able to hear her heartbeat in the shower. I checked."
There was silence, and then a deep, shuddering breath from Mason. He winced as he stood, his muscles protesting against having been held still for so long, and gathered up the pile of clothing. "Thanks."
Nate smiled. "Of course. I'll stay with her while you're gone."
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Nate left shortly after Mason returned, freshly showered and changed out of his bloody clothes. At some point while Mason was gone, someone thought to bring a chair into Evelynn's room. He pulled it as close to her bed as he could manage and settled into it, glad that at least he wasn't going to have to spend the night on the hard floor.
He might have gotten some sleep after that. It was hard to tell if he'd dropped off between beats of her heart. He must have, because even he wouldn't have been able to get through the night without at least some sleep. Not after all that had happened. It couldn't have been long, though; he was never asleep long enough to dream.
He had fallen into a half-aware doze around dawn when Evelynn murmured something in her sleep. He was on his feet the moment he realized he wasn't dreaming her voice, though not fast enough; she woke suddenly, pushing herself upright in bed with a cry of distress, followed immediately by cry of pain as her injuries were wrenched by the motion. Her throat was so dry that it felt almost cracked, and she curled forward, coughing violently.
"Woah, sweetheart, calm down." Mason knelt on the bed next to her, a glass of water already in hand. "You're alright." His arm wrapped low around her hips, pulling her towards him as he pressed the glass to her lips with his other hand. He told himself it was only to steady her as she drank, but there was no point in trying to keep up such an obvious lie. Not when it felt like a vice around his heart released the moment he touched her.
Evelynn emptied the glass, gingerly taking it from him to finish herself. But the moment she could think of anything beyond remembering how to breathe, she looked up at Mason with wide, worried eyes. "Mason." Her voice still sounded weak and shaky, but at least now she could speak without dissolving into a fit of coughs. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Mason scoffed, an echo of that fear-fueled anger surging in him again. "Me?! You're the one who got shot!"
Eve leaned gingerly against his side for support, already feeling like sitting up on her own was too much exertion. She knew she should probably lie back down, but the terror of the shooting was still too fresh - she wasn't willing to let him go. Not yet. She needed the reassurance that he was here, warm and breathing next to her. "I know, but if it had passed through, it still might have hit you."
Mason let out a growling breath that sounded quite a lot like a murmured curse of some kind. "Let me get this straight. You're worried about me, because you think I might have been hit if the bullet passed completely through your chest?"
Well, it sounded ridiculous when he framed it that way. Eve tucked her head down against his shoulder, as if that might hide her blush - as if he wouldn't be able to feel the heat of it anyway. "...Yeah, that's... pretty much exactly it."
Mason groaned, pressing his lips to her temple before he said something stupid in his frustration. After several slow breaths, he finally ground out, "Could you please just be selfish for five fucking minutes?"
Guilt prodded at Evelynn, and she closed her eyes, unsure of how to explain. "I am being selfish." She didn't even have to look at him to sense his disbelief. She could feel it in the way his lips moved against her skin, and in the way his breath washed over her hair. Despite the situation, despite the pain, it tugged the corners of her lips into a sad little smile. "I could pretend it was heroism or self-sacrifice. But the truth is, I had to pick between potentially losing you, and getting shot." She picked awkwardly at a loose thread in the sheets. "Getting shot just seemed like it would hurt less."
A growl rolled out of him at that. Did she seriously expect him to believe this bullshit? "Oh, yeah." The sarcasm in his tone even more cutting than usual. "How selfish of you to be willing to die for every fucking person who ever ends up in danger in this town."
Some distant part of Eve's mind said that he wasn't being fair. She didn't exactly run around trying to die for people. She was willing to put herself in danger for others, sure, but that was hardly the same as taking a bullet for them. Did he really not understand? "It... wouldn't be selfish if I did it for someone else."
She felt it, the moment Mason understood just what she was trying to say. There was a beat or two of confusion, and then his spine went rigidly straight and he sucked a breath in through his teeth. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Evelynn squeezed her eyes shut, shuffling a little closer to him to tuck her head under his chin. "I told you." Her answer was so small that it was difficult even for him to hear - especially over the thundering of her heart. "I was being selfish. I picked the thing that would hurt me the least. Getting shot would hurt less than losing you. Just you." Her fingers crawled hesitantly over the sheets until she could hook one of her fingers over one of his; desperate for the affection, but afraid he was too angry or uncomfortable for the contact. "It... wouldn't be selfish if it was someone else."
The silence hung heavily over them as Mason as he tried to process what she was saying. Not the words themselves, but what she really meant - what she must feel, if this was true. It was so tempting to wrap his other arm around her and pull her closer against him. But he knew he couldn't, not without hurting her, so he caught her fidgeting hand in his instead, weaving their fingers together and holding tight.
They were avoiding the word for this feeling, both of them, as if it would make a difference. As if leaving it unsaid would protect them - would protect him, because he knew he was the coward who feared it, that she would have said it long ago if she thought he would have wanted to hear it. As if he wasn't living the very pain and fear right now that he was pretending he could avoid if he didn't give this feeling a name. As if voicing a single word would make any difference in how afraid he was to lose her.
When he finally responded, his voice was rasping and uncertain. "...Why?"
The question was so unexpected that Eve almost laughed. "You know why, Mason."
She was right. He did know. He thought it would scare him, but mostly he just felt stupid for thinking that denial would somehow protect him. The terror was still there, of course - it just was no longer the fear of giving into this feeling. It was too late for that.
Some small, puerile part of him wanted her to promise she'd never do anything like this again. But a larger, more solid part of him - a part coloured, perhaps, by that feeling he still lacked the courage to name - told him that he couldn't; if she asked the same of him, if she tried to make him promise not to sacrifice himself for her, he'd refuse. If he was the one choosing between his life and hers, he'd choose hers, every time.
And maybe... maybe there was something warm in the thought that it was unfair to ask that of her, because it meant that she felt this with the same terrifying depth that he did.
So instead, he heaved a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging. "Yeah, well... I guess I'm selfish that way, too."
Eve turned her head to press a kiss to his collar. He could feel the smile on her lips. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For... understanding, I suppose."
A low groan dragged its way out of Mason, and he gave in, just a little, to his desire to pull her closer. "I wish I didn't."
She answered with a quick, breathless chuckle, looking up at him half-closed eyes. "I know."
Mason huffed out sigh halfway between annoyed and affectionate. "Figures. You know everything else." Untangling their hands, he brushed his fingers gently across her cheekbone.
Eve seemed to relax into him at the gesture, her eyes fluttering closed. When she opened them again, she found Mason dipping down to press a quick, chaste kiss to her lips.
"You need to sleep, sweetheart."
She caught the hem of his shirt again, pulling gently. "Will you stay?"
He chuckled, low and indulgent, in a way that said he was surprised she felt the need to ask. Settling back against the pillows, he opened his arms for her to join him and she shuffled eagerly but gingerly into place, trying to find a balance between staying a close as possible without further aggravating her injuries.
As she settled, he answered in a mumble, so quiet that she wasn't sure if she was meant to hear at all. "Not even the end of the world could make me leave."
#twc#the wayhaven chronicles#wayhaven#wayhaven detective#wayhaven mason#mason#mason x detective#specialist agent m#twc detective#mason x evelynn#i guess this is after book 3#not really spoilery though#i came up with the idea before book 3 came out anyway#but this fits kinda anywhere in the timeline#fluff#fluffy#super fluffy#angst#fanfic
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Could you write a role reversal au with king of curses yuuji?
I gave it a shot! Had a silly idea for this prompt, so this is super nice fluffy thing with a very Yuuji King of Curses and Sukuna having regrets XD
>>CHAPTER FOURTEEN: A King of Something<<
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oh my gOSH that wilford fic made me so sad 😭😭 its so well written!! u did rly great! i can only hope for some sweet loving fluff for my aching heart 😭💕
This wasn’t exactly a request, but I can oblige anyway 💛
Sugar Cookies
Wilford Warfstache x Reader
(Gender neutral reader)
The kitchen was a disaster area. The counters were littered with bowls, mixing spoons, and measuring cups. Flour and sugar covered the floor and gritted underfoot.
Though the smell of baking cookies was strong enough that you could overlook that mess for a moment. You stared with some amusement at the pink-mustached man who stood in the midst of the disaster, while he stared back at you, hand on his hips, as if to remind you that part of this was your fault too.
You grinned sheepishly and looked around at the dishes that filled the sink and littered the counters. “Should we… start cleaning up?”
He didn’t say anything for a second, simply cocked one eyebrow upwards slightly with a slight smile. “I’d say so, gumdrop.”
You laughed and moved towards the sink, only to be halted midstep by his arm around your waist. He pulled you back against his torso, making you laugh.
“I thought we were cleaning up?”
He chuckled, the movement of his mustache tickling your skin. “In a moment.”
You shrugged and just let him hold you until, seemingly disappointed at your lack of a fight, he released you and you went over to the sink.
“I’ll wash, you dry.”
He nodded and retrieved one of the dishtowels while you started the sink and started on the first of a seemingly endless pile of dishes. Your progress was further slowed by Wilford getting distracted constantly by the cookies in the oven.
Finally, after the dishes failed to hold his attention for the fifth time, you dipped your hand in the soapy water of the sink and flicked it at him. He started, surprised, and playfully narrowed his eyes at you. “Is that how you wanna play, sweetheart? You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
You stuck out your tongue, and he straightened with an ominous look in his eyes. He set the dishcloth aside and advanced towards you.
Cornered by the kitchen counters, you started to dash to the side, out of his reach, but he was quicker, and stepped into your path.
With a squeak of surprise and protest, he swept you into his arms and grinned at you. “Not so fast, cupcake. Where d’ya think you’re goin’?”
You giggled and writhed in his arms, attempting to escape whatever fate he had in mind for you. His arms were strong and unmoving, however, and you managed to make no progress. He simply watched your futile efforts with some amusement in his dark brown eyes. When you’d finally settled, he leaned closer and, with little warning, started pressing kisses to every inch of your face.
You shrieked, both in elation and indignation at allowing yourself to be caught so easily. His progress was not put off by your protests, and the only thing you could do was endure until he had covered every inch of your face in his kisses.
Finally, satisfied, he leaned back with a broad grin. “Don’t look so pouty, honeybun… You know how I can’t resist sweet things.”
The compliment made you blush, and you buried your face in the pink material of his shirt, feeling his laugh rumble through his chest. He gently kissed the top of your head and smiled slightly. “No need to be embarrassed, gumdrop.”
Your only reply was a muffled groan, getting him to laugh again. His attention was shifted, however, by the timer going off on the stove. The cookies were done.
You let go of him and got a pair of oven mitts, opening the hot oven and pulling out the cookie sheet. Wilford watched excitedly beside you as you set them down to cool.
Though they were fresh out of the oven, Wilford reached for the cookies, too eager to wait. You lightly slapped his hand, giving him a warning look. He returned it with one of his own.
“Come now, darlin’, you’re gonna make me wait?” He looked at you with those soulful eyes, but you’d grown immune to that.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You’ll burn yourself.”
He pouted. “They can’t hurt me.”
“Nevertheless,” You said as you started moving the cookies to a cooking rack. “You’ll just have to wait until it’s time.”
He sulked for a second longer before the mischievous look returned to his gaze. He quickly grabbed your hand and spun you to face him, trapping you with his arms on the counter on either side of you.
He gave you only a moment to react before he locked his lips with yours, the kiss passionate and long. You had only just let your eyes flutter closed and started kissing him back when he drew away, one of the cookies triumphantly in his hand. The scoundrel.
He devoured it quickly, looking at you with a broad smile, and then going in for another kiss. You stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“Not this time.”
He looked disappointed, then the broad grin returned. His voice low and sultry, he leaned close to your ear. “Then why don’t we take this… upstairs.”
You blushed, but before you could say anything, he took your hand and pulled you up to the bedroom, leaving the cookies behind.
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February: Temporarily in Different Worlds
AU Types- Long Distance/Mermaid
Word Prompt- Different
Dialogue Prompt- “if I kiss you, will you shut up”
Summary: Bilbo’s species of mermaid must return to the land during the winter, and Bilbo and Thorin prepare for their first separation since they got together.
“Hello, amrâlimê (my love).” Thorin hummed as grabbed Bilbo’s hand to pull him in close. “It’s getting late. Are you ready?”
Bilbo’s long pointed ears drooped as he looked around their cove one more time helplessly.
“What if I’m forgetting something? I took your courting shell, but what if something happens to it? What if I leave it up there? Maybe I shouldn’t take it at all, I just wanted something with me that would remind me of you. Oh…this is the most distressed I’ve ever been before a migration…”
“Bilbo.” Thorin stated firmly, putting his free hand under the other’s chin. “If I kiss you, will you shut up?”
Bilbo shot him an unimpressed glare, but finally managed to slow enough for Thorin to get a word in edgewise. Thorin chuckled as he rubbed his thumb against his smooth cheek.
“It will be okay. You’re only going to be gone for the cold season. I promise you I will not wilt away without you.”
Bilbo’s eyes squeezed closed as he began to nuzzle into Thorin’s palm.
“I know.” He admitted softly. “But it’s not fair. We haven’t even been able to enjoy a full moon cycle as a mated couple, much less an entire season. I just wish…we had more time.”
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Stray ❝part twelve❞
♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Your true self is slowly being revealed, what is this place you been sent to? What happens when you return home, will Bucky still be there— or will he run?
♡ Warnings: dark themes, angst, drowning, super fluffy, mentions of dead bodies, death
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+
You wondered if this was what death felt like. Empty, muted— an inescapable void.
It was calming and terrifying, the quiet welcome. But the environment was blank, colorless. You found yourself itching for something, someone to appear. But it was just you.
Glancing around, you knew you should begin to accept this fate— but you wanted to fight. Bucky was still out there, alone. If this was death, then you’d live in eternity wishing only the best for him, hoping that he could forgive you for leaving him— when you had promised him you wouldn’t.
You immediately shot your hand up, feeling your smooth skin. You remember something cracking down on your skull— but now there was nothing. Like it had never happened. You shuddered at the sickening feeling that was permanently burned into your brain. The feeling of your skull shattering and the pieces moving— grinding against each other. The vibrations of your own skull shifting. Your stomach flipped anxiously— wishing you could forget the memory altogether.
“Who’s there?” A familiar voice sounded through the dull reality, echoing off of non existent walls.
You looked around, eyes wide in fear. Your gut ached with dread, hoping that you didn’t run into the claimed people. Donna— your aunt. The mere thought of all the events that you wished you could forget— came flooding through your mind again. Your stomach was empty, nothing left but to dry heave.
“You’re scared.” The voice spoke again, this time closer.
You didn’t dare looked up from your hunched over position, dreading what you would see when you looked up.
Risking a glance anyway, you lifted your head— only to meet eyes with yourself. You would’ve thought it was a mirror, but the version of you that stiff across the way— was eerily different.
She stood still as ever, the cloth like material wrapping around you like a cocoon. A jagged fence like crown sat a top your head, blending with the cloth. A withered flower looked to be carved into her forehead— of what was showing. The cloth dropping down form the crown covered her eyes in a haunting shadow. Only could you see her fully in certain lighting. Lastly, what had you so mesmerized and scared was the way her hair and cloth would lightly float behind her, like she was merely a ghost passing by.
“You look like me.” You whispered, voice hoarse from your dry heaving.
She tilted her head, almost like she was examining you.
“I am you.”
You stayed still, staring at her without blinking— in fear she’d creep closer the second you closed your eyes.
“How? Where… where am I? I don’t belong here!” You rushed out, beginning to panic.
You felt uneasy as she stared at you, her head tilting back and fourth again— like she was examining you head to toe. You don’t know why it was more unsettling when it was yourself staring at you.
Like the fear of staring at your reflection in the mirror. The fear that your reflection may move without you doing so— except it was real now. At that, you found it one hundred times more horrifying.
“Where are we?” You asked again, feeling comforted by the idea that you weren’t alone here. We. Even if it was yourself, you still felt less alone.
“In the Lacuna.” She answered casually, face unchanging. Her features stayed cold and emotionless.
You looked around, risking taking your eyes off her. Everything was blank, empty. How could you be somewhere?
“I don’t understand…” You whispered out to no one in particular.
“You’re only here, because you want to be here.” She started, body as still as stone when she talked. “You met your end in the real world, and now you seek help in the Lacuna. The sliver of nothing in between the real world and after.”
You felt like throwing up again, the mere mention that you had died. But you couldn’t understand why you weren’t really dead, instead being held hostage in this gap.
“Nothing makes sense.” You admitted, staring mindlessly at thee dark form.
“No, it wouldn’t. It’s rare you’ll ever come back to the Lacuna again. You’re here because you called for me, as I called for you. I’ve been waiting for you to let me in for so long.” She spoke out, her words dripping solemn.
You didn’t know why you felt bad, thinking of her being trapped here for years and years. All the signs, all the weird occurrences. Was it her? No— because she’s you.
“This is all in my head?” You tried, remembering the mantras you’d repeat to yourself. All those times you’d fight the illusions— but now you wondered if it was all in your head… or if it was her. You.
“Yes. Time has stopped in the real world. You could stay here forever if you wanted, and no time would pass in the real world.” She explained, and you for a second thought that sounded peaceful.
A pause in the chaos, letting yourself breathe and think— knowing nothing could happen until you wanted it to.
Bucky filled your mind suddenly, the guilt of staying away from him too long, eating away at you. Though time was paused for him, you couldn’t help but feel terrible.
“What about Bucky?” You thought out loud.
The other you tilted her head in curiosity, hanging onto every word you said like it was fascinating.
“What about him?” She responded.
You shivered at her lack of emotion when talking about him.
“I wanna be with him. I don’t wanna be here anymore,” You told her, “I don’t wanna talk to you anymore.”
She just stared at you, staying silent for a moment longer than you were comfortable with. She slowly took a step closer, so quickly it seemed like a glitch in time. The haunting way her capes would float behind her, like a following shadow.
“There’s so much you don’t know yet— you sure you wanna go back? Things aren’t ever going to be the same.” Other you said mysteriously and it sounded more like a warning than a question.
You thought for a moment— what did she mean by that?
Before you could finish another thought, everything faded into darkness. It was quiet— and suddenly it wasn’t.
You were suddenly choking up water, leaning up to your side to spit up water that lodged its way into your throat. Through the dry heaves and gagging— you could feel the faint coolness of a metal hand resting on your back.
“(Y/n), it’s okay— I’ve got you.” The male voice sounded from next to you.
You didn’t want to risk looking over yet, needing a second to gain control of yourself— your lungs.
You felt disoriented, the switch in environments— realities. It left you dizzy and clinging onto the males arm. Blinking away the blurriness, you finally risked a glance to the male.
Waves of comfort consumed your body, warming every numb limb caused from the anxiety of everything— at the sight of Bucky.
“Buck— I— you’re here I—” You stumbled over every word, the sight of him back in front of you overwhelming.
He shushed you, pulling you into his embrace. Caging you into his warm, protective hold— he felt your body shake. His arms only tightened at every whimper that escaped your lips. The way you were fisting the chest of his shirt like he was your lifeline.
“It’s okay, I’m here— I’m here doll. I’m never leaving you, okay?” He cooed petting down your hair before placing a kiss.
He gently lifted your face so he could see you completely, his thumbs rubbing the moisture away.
“Okay? I’ve got you now.” He kept repeating, peppering kisses on your hair and all over your face.
Your closed your eyes, the comforting feeling of his lips touching every inch of your face. Your skin sparked at each touch of his lips. Almost immediately, your mind was distracted— you felt at peace here with him.
“Okay, I…” You wanted to say it.
The fear of being taken back to The Lacuna was still buried deep in your veins. Here you are, memorizing every inch of his face in case you were to vanish again. Taken back to the void that was apparently your mind. You wanted to say it— and you were starting to feel like you had to, or else you’d never get the chance.
“Buck…” You started, grabbing his attention with the way you held onto his face so delicately.
Both of you treating each other like glass— so fragile.
“What’s wrong (Y/n)?” He whispered, leaning into your palms instinctively— your touch healing.
You swallowed through your tight throat, your eyes dancing all around his face. You couldn’t help yourself from smiling at every freckle— every line. He was beautiful.
“Bucky— I love you.” You rushed out, your chest sinking with the weight that no longer sat a top.
His face morphed into happiness, his eyes tearing up as his bottom lip quivered. It was almost uncontrollable with the way he pulled your face flush to his. His lips molding into yours, like puzzle pieces that were never meant to stray apart. He had known for awhile that he loved you. As painful as it was to wait, he could finally breathe now.
There was so many things that he still needed answers to, but for now he had finally found home.
Pulling back for air, the both of you were gasping— panting warm air into each others faces.
“I’ve loved you for awhile now— I love you so much. I’m so sorry you have to deal with all this— you don’t deserve any of it. I know I broke my promise before. Fuck— I’m sorry.” He cried, his voice cracking with emotion, “I won’t let anyone hurt you again, I won’t. I’ll die before anyone lays a hand on you.”
You were panting, feeling breathless as he spoke— he had loved you for awhile. The butterflies had bursted through your stomach, your body erupting in goosebumps. The warmth from his words running through your veins.
“I don’t even know if I’m still capable of love— if I’m not too broken to love. But I want to— I want to love you. I will do everything and anything to love you as you should be. I don’t wanna be without you, I can’t. I just— I—” He wheezed out, holding onto your face as if you were going to vanish. “I don’t know how I’ve managed to live without you— all this time. I need you.”
Your lips were numb, unmoving with shock. His confession was strong— burning furiously with passion that you were never aware of. It was foreign to have someone burn so powerfully for you— to want you. Maybe you had never known true love, never even thought that you’d be able to experience it. But Bucky had come into your life and showed you that love was real— that you could be loved.
You knew your face must’ve shown the shock you were feeling, when you saw the corners of his mouth curve up— his handsome smile beaming at me.
Things were far from over with, but you felt the worst had passed. You tried your hardest not to stare amongst the scattered corpses, the ones that had already started to smell. You weren’t sure what the cause was… if the other you had something to do with it.
“I didn’t know why for the longest time… and I’m still confused sometimes but— I’ve always needed you. Whether it was a reminder that it was all in my head or simply just being the company that I needed.” You whispered, rubbing a hand repeatedly over his cheek.
He took a deep breath in at your words. Your admissions only made his love run deeper for you. The way he was needed— wanted by someone. He couldn’t fathom the idea that someone would want someone as monstrous as him. But here you were, changing each and every negative thought he ever had about himself.
“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you… After all the damage I’ve caused… there’s no way I deserve you.” He admitted, and you kept smoothing his skin with your hand— to which to he leaned into your palm. “I guess I’m a little selfish… because no matter what my mind tries to convince me— I’m still gonna choose to be with you.”
“You deserve more than you think— I just wish you’d see it.” You told him, saddened that he thought of himself so poorly.
“I don’t think I’ll ever see it that way.” He breathed out, knowing he had too much blood in his hands. He didn’t deserve a chance to even clear his name.
You breathed out, cradling his face in both your hands now. He enjoyed the feeling of your touch of his skin, the way you almost held him protectively. He needed more of that in his life— and you were able to provide him with that.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, his earlier words ringing through your head.
“I think you’re capable of love.” You whispered, watching his eyes squint in slight confusion.
“What?”
“You said you didn’t know if you were capable of love. I think— no I know you’re capable.” You told him confidently, watching his eyes fill with tears. “I have never known what love felt like my whole life. I knew I was missing something, but I also just didn’t understand it… and I still don’t really understand. But you made me feel something… something other than the pain that I was used to.”
Your voice broke, your own eyes filling with tears— but you willed them to stay. You swallowed through your tight throat and wiped a gentle thumb under his eyes, smearing the tear that had escaped from him.
“You’re the reason I’m believing in love, and I wouldn’t be able to do that if you weren’t capable.” You finished, the tears running down your cheeks by now.
It was his turn to be speechless. You were truly an angel— one that had saved him from loneliness. The pain, the memories, the torture from HYDRA. It faded away when he was with you— some days he could forget almost completely about it all. You were the only thing he needed to survive. He’d live in a cardboard box and hide away from the entire world— as long as he had you by his side.
He leaned in without thought and stopped before his lips could touch yours.
“Can I… can I kiss you?” He whispered, his breath fanning your face.
You smooth your thumbs over his cheeks, smiling at him with joyful tears painting your skin.
“You don’t have to ask to do that.”
He gave a small smile before he pressed his lips to yours. You would never get over the feel of his mouth on you, the way his plump lips molded perfectly to yours. The way his teeth would gently graze your bottom lip, causing you to slightly open your mouth. The way he’d just barely trace your bottom lip with his tongue before he captured your lips again in a possessive kiss. It was all addictive, his touch an escape from the horrors of reality.
You broke apart from the kiss, needing to breathe— unfortunately. You both leaned foreheads against each other, relishing in each others hold.
There was a lot of explaining that needed to be done, and you wanted him to know as much as you did. About Donna, The Lacuna— about it all. You wanted him to know so you didn’t have to hold onto all the information heavily. You needed him to understand, for him to help you’d figure out what was happening.
To understand what you were.
Like always— there were too many questions without any answers.
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Mmmmmmm🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 tied & bound and she comes and torments me.. edging me to with in inches of my very being, stroking my entire body with her fluffy sweater arms....
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Title: She keeps me warm
Ship: Yae x Sara (Genshin Impact)
Summary: Winter has finally come, and with it, the icy days, and what is better than to steal your girlfriend’s coziest hoodie to keep yourself warm? Having your girlfriend in your arms and wings or fur keeping you warm.
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“- Do you need anything else?
Sara asks her as she gazes at the unfinished draft over the desk first to then gaze back at Yae and see her shaking her head as she clicks her tongue.
- Warmth.
Yae simply answers as she shrinks further on her chair, taking another sip of her hot tea hoping it could help her to feel warmer. The general can only chuckle at this.
- Well, I don’t know what else I could do about that. If I recall correctly, you’re wearing my coziest hoodie.
The pink haired woman can only pout at this, before sighing dejectedly.
- You need an even coziest one.
She mumbles, hearing Sara giggling, making her heart flutter once again at such a cute and carefree sound as she gazes back at her draft, letting out a heavy sigh as she takes her pen back.���
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A silly little guy I drew a couple nights ago :)
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sender kisses receiver's cheek. (This might have sent twice hahaha)
(It only came in once :D)
It seemed to be one of those weeks, days after days that went on slow especially when everything seemed to go wrong... All at once and without an end in sight.
It was moments like these that made him want to just lay down and wait for those days to finally be over.
Yet the gloom only stayed until he felt soft lips pressing on his cheek, a surge of warmth coming with it as a familiar scent encompassed him. There was nothing he could do against that smile forming on his lips, nothing he even wanted to do about it. Happiness could be a fleeting feeling and so he intended to savour it any moment he could.
A hand reached up, calloused fingers gently resting on Tsunade's cheek as he cupped it like the most precious crystal. She wasn't at all fragile and yet he only ever wanted to touch her in a way that conveyed safety and gentleness.
"Tsuna~." Voice deep but soft as her name left his throat like the sweetest melody he knows. "Almost as if you are able to feel how to make these days better in a second. "
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Welcome to my blog! Here I’ll be posting drabbles of certain characters from fandoms I enjoy ;)
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