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[meganlpie]

Bloodied

Based on this request:  a draco fic where they are friends and he gets in a fight for reader and afterwards they are alone he is all bloodied up and she is patching him up and he confesses his feelings and just fluff?

Here you are, lovely! *I do not own ANY HP characters.*

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, but fluff!!!

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Your friendship with Draco was something no one had expected to come about. Outside of Quidditch and his two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle, Draco tended to keep to himself in his latest years at Hogwarts. So when the two of you began getting close, everyone was surprised. Especially because you didn't have a lot of friends either. People tended to either ignore you or bully you. Something Draco was not too fond of. In fact, it made him angry; a feeling that only grew as Draco found himself falling in love with you.

       Draco became your defender even when you weren't around. He would not stand for anyone putting you down or treating you poorly. You could take care of yourself for certain. You didn’t need Draco’s help, but he’d be damned if he’d lose the one thing that made life bearable for him. He would defend you to the ends of the Earth if he had to.

That was how it came to pass that you found him in the courtyard fighting with some other Slytherin, his face and knuckles bloodied. You put an end to the fight quickly before escorting Draco from the courtyard before a teacher could arrive and give everyone involved detention. 

“What were you thinking, you idiot?” you asked when the two of you were alone. There was no malice in your words.  Draco downed the Wiggenweld Potion you handed him as you began to clean the blood from his hands. “They were mocking you,” he finally replied. You glanced up from what you were doing with an arched brow. “And? They always mock me, Draco. This is nothing new.”

“Well, I don’t like it. I wanted it to stop, so I made it happen.” You let out a soft sigh and returned to your work. “Draco, I can look after myself.” He shook his head. The young Slytherin had never really been good with words, but you really weren’t understanding what he was trying to say. “You shouldn’t have to and you never will again. I…care for you too much to let it keep happening.” 

That made you pause and look up at him again. You stared into his grey eyes for what felt like forever. Not that Draco minded. He liked looking at you. “Draco, I care for you too, you dunderhead. That’s why you can’t keep doing this kind of thing.” Draco rolled his eyes. Still not getting it. 

You reached up to begin cleaning the blood from Draco’s face, but he gently grasped your hand to stop you. This time, you actually stopped moving and focused on him. Draco brought your hand to his lips, softly laying a kiss to the palm as his eyes closed. You inhaled sharply. “Draco…” He hummed in response.

“When you said you care for me, you didn’t mean as a friend, did you?” Draco’s eyes opened to see your adorably confused expression. “I didn’t.” You opened and closed your mouth a half dozen times, like you couldn’t figure out how to react. Every emotion seemed to cross your face in a matter of seconds. 

Finally, you settled for pressing a kiss to his forehead. Draco frowned slightly when you pulled away. “I love you too, Draco,” you whispered. Draco smiled and moved to kiss you on the lips, but you backed away. “Nuh-uh. No lip kisses for you until you’re not bloodied.” Draco chuckled, but agreed. He continued watching you with eyes full of adoration as you finished cleaning him up.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[honeysuckleharringtons]

Mm i just think Steve has a ton of sweaters, some snug that fit him well and some that are purposely big so he can drown in the warmth and comfort. And his mind would stop as soon as he sees you wearing one of his sweaters

went a lil silly and wrote a cutie lil blurb about steve's girl wearing his sweater, hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻

Fall-ing In Love ~ S. Harrington

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 0.5K

warnings: none, just tooth-rotting, pumpkin scented fluff

extra notes: all photos in the collage are from pinterest! dividers are by @firefly-graphics!

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The air was crisp, the scent of your favorite cinnamon candle burning in the living room wafting through the air as the menu credits of St. Elmo's Fire played from the television. Freshly plated pumpkin squares sat on the coffee table next to two mugs of milk, the scent only adding to the aroma of the candle. The scene truly looked like something straight out of a romance movie, and the only thing missing was your leading man.

Just as you checked your watch, the familiar sound of the car engine turning off rumbled outside, prompting you to leave your spot on the couch and head for the door. Instinctively pulling open the door, you greeted Steve with a soft peck before moving to let him in.

The boy's jaw was just about on the floor as he took in the sight in front of him—you, all wrapped up in the sweater he'd forgotten a couple days ago, looking absolutely beautiful and perfect. It was a navy blue number, one that fit him snuggly but seemingly swallowed you whole. You had to curl the ends of the sleeves into your fists, effectively making paws out of the material, so they didn't drag or get caught in any of the snacks you'd made.

"Woohoo," you called, waving a hand in front of his widened eyes. "You good up there?"

He blinked a couple times, bringing himself out of his thoughts. "Just wondering how in the world I got so lucky enough to end up with the prettiest girl this side of the Mississippi."

A blush crept up your cheeks as you flashed a shy smile his way. "You think I'm pretty, Stevie?" you kidded, hitting his chest jokingly. "I never would've guessed."

A deep chuckle fell from his lips as he pulled you in for a hug, his lips pressing softly into your scalp. "I think you're very pretty. The prettiest girl in the whole galaxy."

You shot him a playful look, a smirk tugging at your mouth. "What made me get upgraded in the last ten seconds?"

And with that, he was back to his normal self. Not that Steve wasn't sappy or absolutely in love with you, but that was just the bonus version of Steve. The Steve you'd fallen for was sarcastic and playful and knew exactly how to create the perfect balance of charm and romance. "I take it back. Your sarcasm has you back down to 'prettiest girl this side of the Mississippi'," he joked, slapping you playfully across your denim-clad butt.

In a matter of seconds, you were back in the living room, Steve's face practically glowing as he took in the display in front of him. "Woman, you spoil me."

You brushed a delicate kiss to the sharp line of his jaw, arms wrapping around his midsection. "It's easy to spoil someone when they love you the way you love me."

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he commented, lips meeting the top of your head once more.

Your eyes met his, a knowing smile splayed across both of your mouths. "Well, for one, you'd have no one to share your sweaters with. And for two, you'd die of pumpkin deprivation."

"And that, my love, is a world in which no one deserves to live."

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-died-inside @awkotaco24 @liberhoe @princesseddie @aftermidnightwriting @manuosorioh @esoltis280

[hornyhornyhimbos]

head empty, no thoughts, other than eddie eating you out ♡

18+ duh, afab!reader, nicknames (baby, pretty baby, good girl), 0.3K, not beta read, inspired by this

you've been here for an hour, on your back, legs spread the perfect length apart, so utterly spent from at least seven orgasms. or at least that's how many you remember. you sorta lost count, all things considered.

your legs, sticky with sweat, are dangling over eddie's shoulders, your hands stuck in his hair because you're not sure you have the strength to move them. "ed-" you manage to get out, just as his tongue brushes your sweet spot.

"shhh," he coos, "i know, baby." his tongue works even harder at you, and you swear he's writing munson with the tip of it, and it only makes you that much wetter for him.

you can feel your orgasm approaching, your toes curling into the bare skin of his back. "ed-die, i-i" you stutter, your chest heaving.

"i know it, pretty baby," he says, "but just think. two more and we'll have broken our record. ok?"

he dives back in, and almost immediately, your eyes scrunch together in pleasure, your climax hitting you like a wave of both relief and want. "ed-dieeee!" you scream, fisting the soaked sheets around you.

his mouth shifts to focus on your bud, his middle and index fingers easily slipping into you as he does. you want to tell him that the overstimulation is just too much, but that would be a lie. anything eddie did to your body was pure heaven, and saying otherwise would be a lie to both him and yourself.

"hhhhnnnggg fu-uck," you let out, prompting him to stop for just a moment. he pulls away, leaving a soft kiss on your sensitive mound, then another one just underneath your belly button.

"i know it, baby," he says again, looking up at you through dark eyes and even darker eyelashes, "you're being such a good girl f'me, aren't you?"

the only response you can let out is a gasp as his fingers dive back into your hole, a sight he could look at all day. only your pussy could swallow him absolutely perfectly like that.

"that's it, baby. i know it," he whispers, his tongue jutting out to lick at your clit. "you can do it, just one more. for me, ok?"

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @esoltis280

[reidsbookclub]

May 2023 fic rec list * more being added 

Spencer Reid Just Know, I Love You by @strawbeerossi They Know by @c-m-stuff 

Ancient History by @fortheloveofwonderland

Tolerate It by @imjust-a-funnysimp 

My Reply by @fortheloveofwonderland 

Late Night Talking and the whole Holy Ground series  by @sweetestspence 

False Alarm by @pastanest

Never Ever? By @thesmutsideblog 

Exposed by @radiant-reid

Soon You’ll Get Better by @reidsaurora (Check TW!!!) 

Little flower by @foxy-eva The Final Draft by @samuel-de-champagne-problems Aaron Hotchner 

The Wedding Date  by @austinshotbutlers 

Bigger than the Whole Sky by @boldlyvoid   Taglist:

@samuel-de-champagne-problems @fightingdragonswithwho @writer-in-theory @pretty-boys-book-club @kodiakwhiskey @the-chaotic-cow @nygmaperry @luredwithpretzels @justreadingficsdontmindme @nomajdetective @lilibet261 @safespacespencee @dontjudgemeimawriter @serenity-lattes @reidselle @lcvingprentjss  @alexxavicry @cafeacademia @spencer-reid-wonderland @paperbackprettyboy @esoltis280 @milla984 @spookyysilverr

[talesofesther]

sweet and warm

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie are spending Christmas together, and he wants to steal a kiss from you.

Requested by multiple anons for my Christmas Special event.

A/N: Again, a lot of people requested this, so if you wanted prompt 13 with Eddie, this is for you. <3

Masterlist

"Darling I think your lasagna is ready."

You had just succeeded in finding a good radio station as your mother called. The old radio that had been in this house almost as long as you, started playing a classic Christmas song; the melody resonated through your house and created just the atmosphere you'd been after.

"I'll get it in a sec," you called back to your mother.

The living room was a sea of golden and red, with the knitted socks pinned to your fireplace and the blinking lights on your Christmas tree; all warm and cozy just the way it should be.

You wore a comfy white and red sweater, it had reindeer and pine trees on it, just about matching the one of a certain metalhead.

This was the first Christmas that Eddie was spending with your family and you couldn't be happier.

Turning around, you walked to your kitchen, but before you could fully cross the threshold two arms caught hold of your waist and pinned you in place.

You were already laughing as your back hit his chest, he planted the ghost of a kiss by the nape of your neck that got you shivering; "Eddie, come on..."

Eddie turned you around in his arms, he had a goofy grin on his lips as he looked down at you and held you close.

"If my lasagna burns..." You warned, winding your arms around his neck anyway.

"Burned food is not that bad, sweetheart," he pouted.

It got you raising an eyebrow at him, your fingers twirling and playing with one of his curls. The slow blinking of the Christmas lights reflected perfectly on Eddie's chocolate eyes, the golden glow making it easy to believe he held the universe by his fingertips; maybe for you, he did. His hair fell in gentle waves and stopped by his shoulders, tangling with the knitted sweater you made him wear — which was totally worth it because he looked adorable.

"Besides," Eddie clicked his tongue and glanced above you, "you kinda owe me something now."

You followed his eyes and looked up as well, only to see a small mistletoe haphazardly hanging from the archway.

Tracing his cheekbone with your thumb, you hummed, "I don't remember that being there."

"Oh, it was there, promise," Eddie told you with utmost confidence, furrowing his brows in a silly manner as his arms pulled you closer still.

You sighed, fighting a smile that wanted to form on your lips, "I mean, if it is tradition."

Eddie's eyes crinkled on the sides with his own smile just before he kissed you, all sweet and warm, his lower lip getting caught between yours and his hands tracing your back.

And you only broke apart after your mother called from the kitchen saying that your lasagna was starting to look a bit too dark on top.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

Eddie’s taglist: @milkiane @bookfrog242 @alicefallsintotherabbithole @science--hoes @cherrypieyourface @tssf-imagines @astream-ofconsciousness @fentyreligion @fantasylovestoryme @justabeautiful-letdown @crazyrapunzel @yessica41 @dancing-hillary @bakugouswh0r3 @jakebasement @zervopoulouu @forverdaydreamer-blog @fromthedt @oeuryale @mcueveryday @witchbinchstories @call-me-magpie

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[astheskycries]

The Meeting- Sneak Peek

After being Ari's one and only, it's only natural to meet the most important woman in his life.

You bite your lips nervously, fingers drumming against your leg as you stare out the window of the best up truck. The houses are rushing by in a blur, though you can see the street ahead and know time is running out. Despite Sarah and Ari being on good terms, you're still terrified to officially meet her- especially knowing their complicated history. Ari's constant missions and workaholic tendencies tend to interfere with a lot of your time together, but being paired together has allowed more freedom in the relationship that Sarah never had. You can't help but worry about the future, if Sarah doesn't approve of you being near her daughter, or if Maya doesn't like you, or-

"Get out of your head, pretty girl." A large hand takes yours, bringing it to scruffy lips, and you blink out of my thoughts and smile as Ari briefly meets your eyes. “Stop being so nervous, they’re going to love you.”

“Will they?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “It’s your ex-wife, who could think I’m going to try and replace her… Not to mention Maya…”

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[burgundybmw]

Red: A Stranger Things SMAU

Paring: Eddie Munson x Mayfield!Reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: Y/N Mayfield likes her life, she has good friends, an amazing sister (a not so amazing step brother), and an intense love for music. The only thing missing in her life is a love life, but that could all change soon.

Author’s Note: I had a randomizer do the laundry list of faves hahaha ngl really craving ice cream right now.

Part Fourteen

Tag list:

@forsaken-letters , @ali-r3n , @galaxiasy , @mrs-billyrussooo , @shenevertricks1831 , @ems-alexandra , @thatlonelypieceoftoast , @quartz-queer , @lediskogirl, @bratckerman , @mn2222222 , @teenage0jealousy , @trashmouth-munson-things , @eddiesbirdie , @mimischaos , @fangirling-4-ever , @theloveablesociopath , @inej-twilight-ghafa , @streamafterlaughter , @livslifeonline , @grungegrrrl , @mente-sindescanso , @youcanstandundermyamberella , @celestair , @plantfey , @yeswhatever33 , @efvyqrs , @cherrycolas-things​ , @guilty-gay , @soclover3000 , @levylovegood , @pistachoz​ , @lily-sinclair-2006 ,​ @goldenharrysworld , @mvnsons-slvt , @pinkdaiisies , @riddles-diary , @error-home-not-found , @clincallyonline17 , @sweetpeapod , @cevans-winchester , @hopingforromanoff , @nativity-in-black , @esoltis280 , @coltonthekanima

[impalaimagining]

Anything you feel would go with this

Jared Padalecki x Reader

529 words

Warnings: semi-public smut, 18+ only

“No time for pleasantries.” His lips are hot on yours, his breath filling your lungs while his body knocks the air from your chest when your back hits the cement block wall.

You chortle, the laugh swallowed by Jared’s kisses. “Pleasantries? What is this, the Middle Ages?”

“Sorry.” Jared chuckles, his lips moving across your jawline. “Forgot to get fully out of character.”

He’s playing a British detective in his new role, and apparently the dialogue has made its way into his daily conversation - into his dirty talk. You cringe at the thought, but you’re quickly pulled back to reality by the scrape of Jared’s stubble against your neck.

“I only have five minutes. We’re breaking for a makeup touch-up.” He informs you, hands pushing up under your clothes.

Your intent was just to bring him lunch. Then you saw his costume, the suit, the fitted white shirt, the tailored pants. He saw the look in your eyes when he met your gaze as the director called cut, and he was pulling you into a dark corner within seconds.

Now his fingers are tucked into the front of your underwear, fingertips taunting your clit while you writhe between his hard, overheated body and an only slightly harder, cool wall.

You nod at his time constraint; no time for pleasantries, indeed. No time for much of anything with the way Jared fucks. He’s leaning against you, pinning you against the wall. You ache for him, clit throbbing under his touch, walls clenching around nothing. He’s hardly touching you.

Jared is teasing you, making you wait for the real thing.

Two can play this game. You reach forward, pressing your palm against the growing bulge in the front of his pants and rocking your hand forward. Just as quickly, you pull your hand away. You pluck at the top button on his white shirt and shove him backwards by the chest.

Jared is quick on his feet, never stumbling, even as you push him. His hands find the remaining buttons and he begins opening them, making a show of partially undressing, showing you his too-toned and too-tanned body.

It’s the middle of February, for Christ’s sake. No one should look like this all the time. But Jared does.

His eyes never leave yours, boring into you while he flashes his chest. Then he’s closing in on you again, but you meet him before he can capture you against the wall again. You spin him around, his back pressed against the blocks, and cup your palm around his cock through the fabric of his pants. With a soft squeeze, you feel his length twitch in your hand. He’s getting hard.

Looking up at Jared, you grin devilishly and stand on your toes to whisper in his ear. “No time for pleasantries.”

You back away, pushing his bagged lunch against his torso until he brings a hand up to grasp it. Jared is stunned, jaw slack, eyes wide. As you saunter away, hips swaying with purpose and pride, Jared makes a silent vow to himself to tease every inch of your body until you’re shameless, begging for him to be inside of you.

Drunk Drabbles April 14, 2023

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[loveronlineee]

IM CLEARING OUT MY TAG LIST AGAIN!!

Hello hello you lovely people.

My tag list has gotten to that point again where I’m like wtf why are there so many of you-

So I’m clearing it out!

If you wanna stay on the tag list, comment something on this post! I’m giving this until next Saturday then I’ll update it.

Dw if you see this after next Saturday! Just send something to my inbox and I’ll put you back on it.

That’s all for now! Love u guys

- Willow

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[caspianxth]

url change!! endgameftolivia -> lovesickxmelody

it’s still the same em, but I simply need to inject paramore’s stop this song (lovesick melody) into my veins so I snagged a url for it!! tagging mutuals under the cut in alphabetical order (at least I think it’s alphabetical!!) if i forgot anyone it wasn’t intentional!!!!

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[honeysuckleharringtons]

Part One: "Double Shot" (snippet) ~ S. Harrington

series masterlist linked here | ↓ snippet below ↓

"It's okay," you whispered to yourself, a gentle reminder that, quite frankly, you were having a hard time believing. "It's just a little pregnancy test. It can't hurt you."

The test itself might not have been capable of inflicting pain on you, but whatever results it bore to you a half hour later might. The visionary knife in your gut twisted at the thought of the test lighting up with a positive. You willed yourself not to think of it, afraid of somehow speaking it into existence despite the words not leaving your mouth.

A knock rapped against the bathroom door, startling you from your current train of thought. "Honey," Joyce called on the other side, "dinner's almost finished."

"Yeah, Mom," you managed to stutter out, attempting to mask the anxiety coursing through you. "I'm just gonna shower and then I'll be out."

You felt slightly bad that you'd be wasting all the available hot water for the next half hour, but you couldn't risk someone coming in and finding the test. The distraction a shower would bring you would be an added bonus.

As soon as your mother’s footsteps receded down the hardwood hallway, you got to work. After looking over the instructions at least five times and then managing to open the wrapper with trembling fingers, you finished the test. A couple nervous breaths exited your lips as you placed the stick on the counter, then promptly hopped in the shower. Attempting to wash away all the messiness of the day—but not the messiness of your thoughts—you let the water cascade down your body, the warmth of it lacking its usual sense of comfort.

As your fingers combed shampoo through your hair, thoughts ran rampant through your mind. Y/N Byers, a mother. Even if the title made you a bit hesitant, at least it would finally give your boyfriend a reason to grow the hell up, right? You loved him, truly, but that boy certainly needed a reality check.

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

hornyhornyhimbos filthy fridays ☆

Yes, you read that right!!! I am indeed starting a new weekly tradition! I am officially starting Filthy Fridays!!

The Rules:

No rules really! Just make sure you check my pinned post for all the characters I'll write for and the kinks I will and won't write!!

The Concept:

So basically, this is how it'll work!

Come up with your character concept of course! You can check the prompt lists in my pinned post if you need inspiration, but feel free to come up with concepts with your own pretty brain! 🫶🏻

Leave it in my inbox! Depending on the request, I may write a blurb or headcanons, whichever I feel fits better!

I'll post it as soon as possible! It may take a couple days but I will post as soon as possible.

If you're on anon, be sure to tag it with an emoji so you'll know it's yours!!

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[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-twenty one[end]

credit to whoever made the gif. found on google/pintrest.

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: WOW! I truly cannot believe how huge this story was going to get when I first started to write it weeks ago. It brought me a huge following and some lovely lovely people I can see calling friends. Thank you everyone for every amazing thing you've commented or reblogged. One mob story end, another begins!

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Arranged Masterlist

I sat on the front porch of my home, slowly rocking the in chair, a blanket and book perched on my lap. The noises of the waters slamming against the rocks from the river in front of me and the birds singing their nightly songs had brought me a sense of solace. Even if it had been like this for some time, it never got old. 

For the first half during my time here, I ended up bouncing from hotel to hotel but needed a sense of stability and with some of the money I earned from my parents' will, I bought a decent sized cottage on a large piece of land in Washington. 

My soul felt happy, at peace, here while my heart would break even more with each day that passed, knowing that Bucky was so far away. 

It was my own choice but that didn’t make it any easier. 

Almost every day, I wondered what he had been up to or who he had been seeing. We both decided that we would stay married during this time apart but I couldn't help but question what he did when he felt lonely. I never thought he would find himself in the arms of another, there were moments that proved to me I was the only one for him; the ring of my left hand was one of those. 

But that didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t tell me the three words that I had been silently begging him to say. 

I thought that with my time away that it would be easy to not think of Bucky but he would be my first thought when I woke up and last thought before my eyes fluttered shut for the night. 

There had been many times that I thought of going back to see him but knew that I would revert back to who I was before. The move to Washington was the best decision I had made and no one or nothing could make me go back to New York. 

The last time Bucky and I spoke had been a few weeks ago where he offered to send Steve out to make sure I was safe. The two best friends couldn’t help but worry about my safety out here because we were unsure if some of John’s mens who survived that night would seek revenge for me killing him.

It had been six months and I had yet to run into any issues. 

At the thought of Steve, I couldn’t help but frown as I checked my phone to see if he had returned my text. 

I’m glad you’re safe. There had been some talk about someone else taking over John’s position. No word on revenge or not. 

With a sigh, I quickly typed my response back to Steve. 

Wonderful. Keep me updated?

I sat up from my chair with a groan, bones cracking back into place, and decided to turn in for the night.

Footsteps echoed on my porch, the old wood creaking with each step. I woke with a loud gasp and sat up in bed, sweat clinging to my body. I hadn’t had that nightmare in so long but since Steve had mentioned someone new had taken over John’s position, I could help but fear revenge coming to take my life. That nightmare wasn’t what woke me up tonight; those footsteps were. 

Flash images of John’s lifeless body at my feet clouded my vision and I squeezed my eyes tight, hoping that would block it out. 

I held the blanket close to me as I strained my ears to hear if there were any other movements coming from outside of my front door. Heavy footsteps pounded right outside my window and I slipped deeper into my bed, phone clenched tightly to my ear. 

He picked up in the middle of the first ring. 

“Doll?” 

His thick, tired, voice brought a sense of comfort, only for a moment because I felt guilty for waking him. It was only eleven in the evening here which meant it was two in the morning in New York. 

“I think someone’s trying to break into my house, Bucky” I whispered. 

There was some rustling on his end. “Are you alright?” 

I nodded even though he couldn’t see. “Yeah but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t freaked out.” 

“Look out the window and tell me what you see.” 

I took a deep breath and quietly trekked over to my window and as I peered through the curtains, the culprit of the heavy footprints had its back to me as it was digging in the trash. 

I mentally smacked myself when I realized that I had been scared of a bear that had made its way to my house because of the garbage I had forgotten to throw away. 

“Y/N?” 

Bucky’s worried voice brought me back and I sighed into the phone. 

“It was a fucking bear,” I grumbled. 

He chuckled deeply and it caused the corner of my mouth to curl in a smile. 

“Well, I’m glad that I brought you some hilarity in the middle of the night. I’ll let you get back to sleep,” I sighed, ready to hang up. 

“No, wait,” Bucky seized his laughter. “I want to talk.” 

I climbed back into my bed. “Really?” 

“Yeah, how have you been?” 

“Good,” I nodded. “Besides getting woken up by a bear eating my trash.” 

We shared a laugh now. 

“I miss hearing your laugh,” Bucky admitted. 

I bit my lip. “I miss you.” 

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. “I miss you too, doll.” 

My fingers began to pull at a loose string that had started to become undone on my blanket. 

“I would love to see you soon. If that's alright? I can send my jet to fly you back home.” 

Home. 

I didn’t want to tell him that this was my new home now. I wasn’t going to leave it yet. 

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” I wondered. 

“I was never mad at you, Y/N. I understand why you wanted to leave but I wish I could have done something to make you stay.” 

“There was something you could have done. I even asked that of you,” I reminded him. 

With the deep sigh that came through the phone, I could almost see Bucky pinching his eyes shut. 

“I can't leave. This gang has been in my family line for generations.”

“What about me?” I shrugged. “Don’t I matter enough to you?” 

“Of course you do.” 

I scoffed. “Just not enough to love me.” 

“Doll,” Bucky started. 

“I don’t even know why I’m wasting my breath on this anymore. You know I love you and I guess that’s all that matters. I really hope that you realize how you feel soon otherwise tell me so I’m not being strung along.” 

“We’re married, aren't we?” 

“That doesn’t mean you love me, Bucky.” 

More rustling on his end with some whispering in the back. My brows knitted in confusion while my heart fell to my ass, afraid to ask. 

“Is someone there?” 

“Steve. He’s been staying here lately.”

“Oh,” I breathed.

Before I could question it even more, Steve’s voice came through the speaker. 

“Bucky doesn’t want to admit it but he’s afraid to sleep in this giant house by himself.” 

I smiled. “So you two have been having sleep overs? How cute.”

“Except Steve’s a blanket hog.” 

Steve’s remark shouted through the phone. “At least I’m not an ice box.” 

“Wait,” I sat up straighter in bed with ears perked at the mere thought. “Have you two been sharing a bed?” 

Bucky scoffed. “We’re joking, doll. What were you thinking?” 

Heat flushed over every inch of my skin at the suggestive tone from Bucky. 

“Well now that I’ve embarrassed myself once again, I’m going to sleep.” 

“When can I see you?” Bucky questioned.

I sighed. “I don’t know, Bucky. I’ll admit it was nice talking to you tonight but it’s not on my shoulders to fix things.” 

“I’m sorry for all the lies, Y/N. I really am.” 

“I know. But apologies only go so far.” I reiterated. 

Bucky sighed and I knew he wanted to talk about this more but I had said everything I needed to. It was up to him now. 

“Maybe I’ll call you tomorrow night. Who knows, there could be a racoon that's eating my trash this time,” I joked.

Bucky laughed at the sound of it, my heart fluttered and I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face. 

“I’d like that.” 

“Goodnight, Bucky.” 

“Goodnight, doll.” I could hear the smile in his voice. 

I wheeled the suitcase to the front door, triple checking I had everything I needed for this weekend trip. My feet scattered throughout the house when I realized that my keys were missing, the fear of missing my flight being etched in my bones. 

This was a last-minute decision. I had bought the plane ticket two hours ago after ghosting my computer mouse over the ‘purchase’ button for what seemed like forever. There were so many reasons why I shouldn’t go and I considered every single one. But the one reason why I should go is what made me finally click the button. 

I love him and miss him. 

Two days.

That’s all I allowed myself to stay with Bucky before returning back. Secretly, I hoped that this time together would make him realize how much I meant to him. 

It might have been selfish of me to leave by Sunday night but I didn’t care. After our phone call last night, I couldn’t stop thinking of him. I needed to see him, feel him, smell him. I didn’t care what; I just needed to be around him. 

I kept telling myself that it was love, which it was, but there was a small sliver of it being lust. 

“Fucking finally,” I beamed after I found my keys in the couch. 

I threw the door open, ready for the weekend ahead, but my feet came to a halt when my eyes landed on the man who stood in front of me, hand raised ready to knock. 

My pupils widened with surprise, not expecting to see him in front of me. 

“Hey, doll,” the corners of his smile reached his eyes, the skin around them crinkled. 

“Bucky,” I breathed. “What are you doing here?” 

His hair had grown a bit since I left and the ends of it blew in the wind. I had the urge to walk into his embrace but held it at bay. 

He looked at me with desperation in his eyes as he let out a deep breath. “You wanted to know how I feel about you, right?” 

My heart soared but I didn’t allow it to get ahead of itself, not knowing where Bucky was leading with this so all I did was nod. 

 “I gave it up,” he shrugged.

I tilted my head with confusion. “Gave what up?” 

“The mob, the mansion, everything.” 

My eyebrows reached the top of my forehead. “You did?” 

Bucky nodded. “After we hung up last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how much I fucking missed you. I needed to see you.” 

His eyes landed at the suitcase in my hand and looked at me with something glimmering in his eye. 

“I was coming to see you.” I admitted. 

He chuckled. “I’m glad I made it here when I did.” 

I shifted on my feet. “So you gave everything up? For what? I thought it was important to you because of it being in your family for generations.” 

“You,” Bucky admitted. “You're my family now. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize but the only thing I need is you, Y/N.” 

I sighed, ready to explain that I already knew this, but he cut me off by crashing his lips to my own. Instantly I melted into his embrace, the familiarity of how he tasted made me moan into his mouth, which caused Bucky to wrap his arms around my back. My hands snaked behind his neck and my fingers began to play with the new length of his hair. 

His tongue brushed against my bottom lip and I parted my lips so he could deepen the kiss. I gave his bottom lip a little nip and tug which caused Bucky to grasp my hips, vibranium fingers leaving little love bruises. 

As we pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine and stole another quick kiss. 

“I love you.”

My heart leaped and my insides exploded at hearing those words. 

I leaned back slightly. “What did you say?” 

Another deep but quick kiss to my lips. “I love you, doll. I knew it from the second you barged into my office that first day. I never wanted to admit it to myself because I never thought I was worthy of having someone love me the same, given who I am.” 

I cupped his cheek, the pad of my thumb brushing across his bottom lip. 

“In our short time together, you made me realize that I am worthy of having someone to love and I’m so glad it’s you.” 

“I know that in the beginning it seemed like it was only for this agreement between our fathers but trust me when I tell you that I never thought of it since that first day,” Bucky said.

He continued. “I wanted to tell you six months ago when you were packing to leave but I knew how selfish that would have been. You needed this time away to mentally heal from what happened with your parents and John. I couldn’t hold you back from that.” 

I placed a chaste kiss on his chin. “Thank you.”

Bucky responded with another kiss to my lips. “I love you, Y/N Barnes.” 

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered to life, hearing him say those words for what felt like the first time again, and I wrapped my arms tighter around him in an embrace. 

“I love you too, Bucky.” 

He left a kiss on the top of my head. “So, are you going to show me around our new place?” 

I looked up at him with a hopeful gleam in my eyes. “Does that mean we’re staying in Washington?” 

“Doll, I’ll stay with you wherever you want to go.” 

We sealed that promise with another fiery kiss as I allowed Bucky to lead me into our house, the door closing behind us. 

[katymacsupernatural]

Update

I know I haven’t been on here forever, but I am running the SPNChristmas Bingo once again, and want to try and get back into writing. I’ve missed it so much!!

So, I will have my own Bingo card, and hope to post as many stories as possible. And if you want to, head on over to @spnchristmasbingo and sign up for your own card. It’s a lot of fun!

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[talesofesther]

snowball to the heart

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie try to make a snowman competition.

Requested by @tvserie-s-world

A/N: This story is part of my Christmas Special event.

Masterlist

"My snowman is so gonna beat yours."

The trailer park was a blanket of white, thick snow covering every spot of ground, courtesy of the heavy snowfall during the night — a night you spent sleeping soundly in your boyfriend's arms — that now made the perfect opportunity for the best snowman contest.

You scoffed at Eddie's words, "such a lie, mine is looking infinitely better, at least it's properly round," you told him, gesturing to your little snowman with a proud smile on your lips.

"Mine is bigger." Eddie argued.

"And messier." You grinned.

Eddie's dark sweatpants had multiple snowflakes stuck to them as he kneeled on the snowy ground, he had his tongue poking out as he adjusted his snowman's body, his nose and cheeks all rosy from the cold.

You could happily watch him be himself all day long.

You were so lost in thought, that you didn't see Eddie sneakily making a snowball, only noticing it way too late when it was already being thrown at you.

The cold ball hit you square on the chest, little bits of it seeping through your sweater and making you shiver. You gasped; "you did not."

Eddie laughed out loud, his head back as his hair fell in soft waves against his shoulders.

You tackled him to the ground, both of you a chuckling mess as you rolled in the snow, your clothes turning all white and damp.

Eddie ended up underneath you, a big smile stretching his pink cheeks as he struggled to catch his breath. His hair was sprawled under him like a dark halo mingling with the white snow and you really really wanted to have a camera with you.

Raising a hand to his cheek, you traced his jawline with your fingers, just before leaning down to peck his lips.

The response was immediate as Eddie's hands closed around your waist and pulled more firmly on top of him.

You parted when air became an annoying necessity. Eddie's nose brushed yours as he spoke; "I'd gladly stay here all day, sweetheart," he gave your lips one last peck, "but it's so damn cold."

You cursed under your breath, chuckling with a smile that mirrored Eddie's; "yep, get up, get up before you catch a cold."

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

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[astheskycries]

Soft Side

This is a sweet little story for my dear friend @cavillsthighs ! I'm so so so sorry this is late, but I really hope you enjoy this sweet little story.

Masterlist Buy Me a Coffee

It was oddly quiet when you entered the small house, kicking off your shoes and listening for Sy's telltale music he plays when working on his latest project. The house you both bought was a bit of a fixer upper, but you knew when you laid eyes on it that it would be perfect, Sy immediately taking a liking to having projects to occupy him when he's home. Lately it's been finishing a task at a time, and he had spent the entire week talking about finally finishing the master bedroom and his plans for the next job.

Sighing to yourself, you toe your shoes off and head to the spare room you had been sleeping in while the master was in disarray, wanting nothing more than to change into comfortable clothes and relax on the couch. You were admittedly a bit disappointed, having been looking forward to spending the rest of the day with your captain, but the thought immediately goes out the window when you see the obvious lack of clothing in the opened wardrobe. You frown and turn to check somewhere before hearing a crash and Sy's gruff voice cursing.

"Sy? Is everything ok?" Your brows furrow as you turn the corner, immediately having to bite back a laugh as you see him shaking a foot next to the end table that you moved that morning, but the sight of him juggling a large bouquet of peonies and an extra-large pizza box from your favorite local shop. "Aww..."

He grumbles a bit, a tint of pink teasing his cheeks from above his beard. "You weren't supposed to be home yet..." He sets the pizza on the counter, wrapping an arm around you and kissing you softly. "Happy birthday little one."

You blush, smiling shyly as you accept the peonies. "You're too sweet," You kiss his cheek, smiling as you put them in a vase. "Were you trying to surprise me, captain?"

Sy grumbles a bit at your teasing, chest puffing a bit as he crosses his arms, following your every move with his eyes. "Don't rub it in, I was tryin' to spoil my girl." He wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck. "Why don't you take a nice hot bath, get in your pjs, and we can open some beers and watch your movies... As a start," You feel his grin against your skin.

You hum, relaxing against his strong chest. "Thought you hated them?"

"I do," He kisses across your shoulder, letting his beard tease you. "But I love seein' my girl happy more."

"So the captain really <i>does</i> have a soft side..." You can't help but grin, turning in his arms to hold him close. "That sounds perfect... Thank you."

"Just for you." He grins, kissing you deeply as his large hand squeezes your rear. "Get dressed, baby. It's gonna be a long night, you won't be able to move once I'm through with you."

You flush a bit, shaking your head as you head towards the stairs and feeling his gaze on you. "You just want to stare at my ass."

"'Course I do," He smirks when you blindly flick him off, still focused on the sway of your hips. "The rest is a bonus."

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