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Those Are *Not* Easter Eggs

Characters: f!Plus!SizeReader (but not a ton is mentioned body wise, so can be any type), Eddie Munson, Mentions/Small interactions with The Party, Wayne Munson, Hopper, Joyce, Nancy, Steve and Robin.

Warnings: SMUT, Language, & as always - no Beta

Notes: dividers are by the fabulous, wonderful @firefly-graphics

Word Count: 6863 

Summary: Just some Easter smut. Eddie has graduated, reader is implied same age as Nancy/Robin. They have an apartment together. I picture this as a no upside down au, but however you read into it is fine with me.

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“Hey bunny,” The voice comes from your right as you come down the narrow row to claim a seat in the back of the mixed-grade history classroom. Looking down, you’re met with a sight; big brown eyes were nearly hidden behind dark shaggy bangs, a worn gray Metallica shirt, and a denim battle jacket - all worn with a smirk. Whoever he is then flashes his pearly teeth up at you, stretching his left foot out from under the desk as you chance a look over your shoulder. “I was talking to you, bunny.”

“Bunny?” You slide into your seat, confused as to why the dark-haired boy is calling you that. He perks up a bit, straightening as his ever-widening smile grows to show the smile lines by his eyes. You find it adorable and a sharp contradiction to the way he dresses.

“Swear my foot almost started thumping when I saw you come in like that.”

“Like what?” 

“Dressed in those soft tan pants and that dark pink shirt? You got me all twitterpated and shit, bunny.” Your hand flying up to smother your burst of laughter only makes his smile widen until dimples appear. Not sure where the burst of confidence comes from, you lean forward a bit as the last stragglers of students enter the class, the boy mirroring your move, forearm braced on the light brown wood of the desk. Your eyes flit from his face to his heavy silver rings that barely manage a half-hearted shine in the fluorescent lights above.

“Does that make you Thumper or Bambi, with those big brown eyes?”

“You can call me whatever the hell you like, bunny,” He stage whispers as the class sounds around you both dim, your eyes meeting his again.

“So you’ll have no problem with me yelling ‘Bambi’ down the hallway?”

“With that sweet voice? Nah,” He eases back into his seat just so, splaying back into a more relaxed position - the picture of confidence. “Bambi,” He pauses, tilting his head from left to right before turning to look directly at you again, drawing you in with those chocolate eyes. “Thumper.” Head goes back to the left. “Eddie. I’m not picky.” You hum, twisting a bit downward to busy yourself with pulling out a notebook from your backpack; trying desperately to hide and quell the embarrassment and flustered feelings swirling in your gut now as you scrawl your name, the date, and ‘junior year’ just beside it.

The teacher calls the class to order, voice monotone as he calls out attendance.

You see a slip of paper come into your peripheral, looking again at the boy to your left; Eddie, you remind yourself as fingers subtly take the paper from his grasp.

Bunny - 

You like Dungeons and Dragons or Twinkies?

Turning your head just so towards Eddie, gesturing your green painted nails at the paper, perplexed but trying not to smile too big at his odd question.

I’ve never played that. And yes.

Slipping the paper onto his desk corner before raising your hand in reply to the teacher calling your name for attendance.

You have a pretty name, bunny

Wanna sit with me at lunch? I’ll share my Twinkies with you

And tell you about D&D

And our future little bunnies

Fucking eyebrows could go no further up as you read the last line, turning to stare at him fully with wide eyes.

Eddie just grins and raises his hand for attendance, never breaking eye contact.

You smile down at the lines of empty baskets, all adorned with white ribbons featuring little gray bunnies, assembled on two long tables as you think back on your first meeting with Eddie Munson.

The first was as magical a meeting as you can have in high school - and honestly the most important one for you after moving here your junior year. Not only did Eddie Munson, the extrovert nerd who was unafraid to speak his mind or be who he was, take your quiet, wallflower self under his wing. A few months later, once you’d begun to start unraveling who Eddie was, he had shown up by your locker one morning uncharacteristically nervous and asking if you would be willing to go out with him.

“A date date, bunny.” He had explained, playing with the heaviest of his rings on his left hand, staring intensely at your face as he waited for an answer. Your own fingers reach out and wrap firmly around his hand, smiling at Eddie softly.

“I’d love to go on a date date with you, Eds.”

You’d been together ever since; just over two years now. After straightening a few of the baskets, making sure that everything is as perfect as you can make it you make a mental reminder that if you could get through the rest of this morning and afternoon, you’ll be looking forward to more than just a date date with Eddie.

You had - probably a bit foolishly - volunteered to help your mom out this year with the Hawkins Hospital’s Annual Easter Egg Hunt. She had been “randomly” chosen (one of the candy stripers had told you in hushed tones two weeks ago that it was because no one else wanted to and she hadn’t done it yet, making you try not to grimace at the revelation) to help the head nurse and the dean of the hospital’s secretary plan the event, but as it turns out, the head nurse was busy with a handful of walking pneumonia cases. And the secretary was suddenly thrust into trying to deal with some fallout of one of the orderlies committing adultery with the hospital kitchen manager. So the burden had fallen solely to her, and knowing how easily stressed your mom becomes dealing with things outside of her comfort spheres - you and Tiffany, the newest nurse who had very kindly volunteered. Since then you’d been going all sorts of hours that you weren’t working part-time at the library or at the community college to help make this something entertaining and fun for the children of Hawkins.

Eddie swears the other night you were murmuring about coloring eggs and tablecloths in your sleep - *that’s* how consuming it’s become.

Organizing this had of course cut into your time with your boyfriend, only managing three date nights in the last month and a half. Falling asleep for the last two Fridays in a row at Steve’s movie nights were added to the list of negligence you felt toward not just your boyfriend, but your friends. Keeping your grades up, the library maintained, and somewhat of a freaking social life with planning this egg hunt was leeching you dry.

However, ecstatic was the only way to describe how you’d be feeling tomorrow - free of Easter pastels, colored eggs, kids' activities, and Tiffany’s saccharine demeanor. 

Getting home last Wednesday, Eddie had just gotten home from work himself, frowning at your heavy eyelids and heavy sighs as you tried to will yourself to find something to make for dinner for the two of you.

“Bunny,” Eddie had admonished softly, coming behind you and closing the refrigerator door. “Wayne gave me a frozen lasagna. That woman he’s been flirting with who moved in next door is keeping him very well fed, so he shared since he knows you’re just running your little self into the fucking ground.” Turning in his embrace, you shove your face into his chest, inhaling his scent as his hands run up and down your back.

“‘M sorry, honey,” You whine softly into his shirt, trying so hard not to cry. 

“Don’t be sorry, bunny. I love what you’re doing - most of the time it seems to make you happy to help. Buuuuuttt,” He pulls back, his right hand taking hold of your chin, his eyes boring down at you. “You need to give some of the duties back to your mom and Tiffany. I get their busy with their jobs, but they just have their jobs. You got a job and school. Please, baby. For me?” He knows you usually give in to him - you are too soft-hearted not to when he asks for something specific. Especially when you know Eddie is very much like you in the respect that he doesn’t like asking for things. He waits for your answer, bracing himself a bit for your excuses as to why you can manage, but instead, you nod gently, his finger and thumb still holding your chin as you breathe out a soft ‘yes’. His dark eyebrow raises just so before leaning a bit forward to kiss your forehead. “Thank you bunny. Now, let me get that food into the oven and I’ll help you.” 

In your slower-running mind, the infliction he’d put on help had passed over your head.

But you’d caught on pretty fucking quickly after hearing the slight squeak of the oven door. Forearm thrown over your eyes as the radio played softly in the corner, you hadn’t been aware until Eddie’s hands settled suddenly on the tops of your thighs, jumping slightly in reaction and arm falling back to the arm of the chair.

“Hi,” Eddie coos with a wide grin from his kneeling position, brown eyes showing his mirth. “Let’s get these off.” Lithe fingers are already unbuttoning and tugging your jeans and underwear down before he finishes his damn sentence. “Alright bunny, we have about an hour before the food is ready. Can you be a good girl and gimme a few orgasms, huh?” Swallowing hard you nod, making those smile lines appear as he spreads your legs apart.

One thing about Eddie is he is intense. He loves intensely. He dislikes intensely. And sweet baby Jesus, does this man fuck intensely.

It’s not even that he’s rough or overly enthusiastic, no. His soul focus is you. That is enough to make you squirm. Which Eddie knows. He knows you like the back of his hand. Baring your most intimate parts to his eager mouth, you suck in a sharp breath as his tongue licks a broad stripe upward before his tongue flicks your clit. You feel him chuckle as he adds in a finger, his mouth focusing on drawing unknown symbols across your button as your fingers slide into his messy waves.

Honestly, you had assumed it might take you a bit longer to come with all the stress, but between the crook of Eddie’s fingers just against that spongy spot inside you and the constant change and flicker of his tongue licking and sucking, you come embarrassingly fast with handfuls of his hair gripped tightly as he groans into your cunt.

Eddie’s kissing your left thigh as his free hand squeezes and massages the right, working you through the last bits of your orgasm, withdrawing his fingers and sticking them into his mouth. “Mmmhmm. Well, there…that’s one.”

“Shut up,” You mutter, hands releasing quickly from his hair to cover your face. Eddie’s fingers slide easily into your pussy, chuckling as you jump again before moaning loudly above him.

“I know you love to shut me up with this perfect pussy, huh bunny? Got that one out of you in less than ten minutes. Gotta say I might start timing how fast I can get you to come.” Throwing your head back, you groan as Eddie throws your legs over his shoulders, diving right back in.

“It’s the fucking…stare…” You pant out, his big brown eyes blinking up at you as he slurps and groans, a whine escaping from you, high and needy. “Please, Eddie.” Your fingers return to his hair, sliding against his scalp before tightening, his own whine amplifying your pleasure. His ringed fingers have slid beneath your shirt, very happy you had shed your bra immediately after coming home, switching between kneading your breast and tugging on your nipple, rolling your hips forward to press his face closer. “Fuck!”

“Baby, you’re gonna give me a complex,” Eddie smirks out as you push his head away from your oversensitive pussy, shoving at his shoulders as well until there is room for you to slide out of the chair and onto the carpet before him.

“You already have one, Eddie. You know you’re amazing at sex,” You’re tugging his shirt off, his arms raised to help you before reaching out to cup your face in his hands and kissing you deeply, licking into your mouth. The kiss does slow down your eager hands a bit, fingers settling on his waist. As he pulls away, he’s wearing that soft expression, the one he had the first time he told you he loved you, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“You’re biased. But I’m only amazing at sex cause it’s sex with you. We go together, bunny,” Nodding at his words before leaning forward to kiss him again, shorter this time, his buckle being pulled open and his own jeans being shoved down.

Fingers wrap around his hard and leaking cock, your thumb sliding over his slit as Eddie’s head lolls back with a low groan. “Well, I think I get to be biased because it’s just so fucking good,” You chuckle out before leaning forward to mouth at his tattoos, trailing down to his nipples - first the left and then the right, pumping him with your hand the entire time.

“Oooh - fuck. Okay. Okay! Couch. Now.” Eddie doesn’t give you much time to react, he’s standing, hands under your armpits to get you from your kneeling position all while trying to kick his jeans the rest of the way off as you laugh, making him halt again to kiss you. You tug your shirt off, Eddie taking in the sight with a grunt. “Gorgeous, bunny.”

Rolling your eyes, you settle on your back on the couch, hands grabbing out for Eddie as he leans over, one knee propped between your legs as he lowers himself down. Wrapping one hand behind your left knee, he lifts it a smidge, his other hand gripping himself and giving a few strokes before running the tip through your wet folds and tapping his head against your clit twice. He waits until he hears a little moan from you before notching his head just inside your cunt. Your hands scramble to his back and ass, trying to pull him into you, only to suddenly have the air punched from you as Eddie snaps his hips forward, filling you to the brim. He holds himself still, his right hand over your shoulder as he watches the emotions roll across your face before hearing you sigh heavily, eyelids fluttering open to stare up at the man you love.

“Hi,” You whisper, hands sliding up his narrow hips and chest to cup his face in your hands, thumbs swiping along his cheeks as you stare into his chocolate eyes. Swallowing hard you fight back tears, Eddie leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Thank you, Eddie.” Something flits through his eyes as you say that, the hand behind your knee suddenly pressing that leg towards you, a soft ‘oof’ being pushed out at the movement.

If only you’d realized then…

Eddie eases back, leaving just his tip nestled within before snapping back harshly, setting a brutal pace as he drops the grip on your leg, instead his fingers slide between your bodies to rub at your swollen clit.

“Oh, bunny,” He pants against your mouth, “As much as I fucking enjoy watching you fall apart for me…” Your whines seem to spur him on, hands sliding from his face to claw at his back. It’s all at once too much, too sharp, too hard. But on the other side of the coin, it’s not enough. Eddie seems to just know intuitively that you need more, closer. He drops most of his weight down, using his knees to help drive himself forward, head bent down to tug at your right nipple with his teeth. As you cry out at the onslaught, Eddie releases your breast from his mouth with a wet plop, moving to nuzzle the other as his hips snap forward harder. “Lookit, how your sweet, plump body moves for me. How your soft fucking body just needs me, sucking me in. Fuck. Greedy pussy my bunny has.” The heavy pants between his words and the deep groan, right as he snapped his hips forward, punching that spot inside of you just right as his fingers never stopped their assault, sends you hurtling over the fucking cliff. The cry of his name and your cunt squeezing him pull a groaning laugh from him, feeling your teeth sink into his shoulder just after for just a handful of seconds, his hips slowing a bit. He loves watching you come, the veins in your neck as you arch and your eyes squeezed closed before Eddie orders you to open them. “That’s three, bunny. I know you can give me one more before food’s done.”

“I can,” You whimper out, knowing it’s what he wants. And if Eddie would just keep fucking you like that, you’d give him whatever he asks. His hand smooths back some pieces from where they stick against your forehead before snapping his hips forward once, pausing as you writhe a bit under him before he smiles at you, all teeth and dimples.

“Good. Good. Now, can you be a good bunny and get on your hands and knees for me baby?” He withdraws from you, a slick, wet noise before his hands are helping to turn you around. You can feel the metal dig into the meat of your ass as he grabs hold of it, groaning before smoothing his hands over them. “Perfect, bunny, perfect. So fucking -” He sinks himself back into your cunt in one smooth thrust, grunting out your name, “Go-ood for me, aren’t you?” You nod eagerly against the cushion, his left hand sliding up your back to hold the back of your neck as he begins to thrust, short and quick, not withdrawing from your heat as much as before. “Now, bunny,” His left-hand releases your neck, you whining from the loss before he switches hands - the left now gripping your hip tightly as his right slides around to brush against your clit. It’s like a livewire now, your body pushing back automatically to spear yourself deeper on his cock. “I need you to promise me something…” But this motherfucker begins to fuck you in earnest then, guitar-scarred fingers lightly and teasingly swiping over your button as you keen beneath him, ass pushing back to meet his rough thrusts.

“Please. Please. Please. Eddie. Yes. Please,” It all comes out in a whined-out jumble, wanting to agree because you want him to come. You want him to cover you with his weight, pressing his lips against your throat as he groans out the filthiest fucking things he’s done to you - and absolutely will do again - as he fills you hard enough to punch the air from you in sharp pants, his left hand tangling with yours as he pushes you both towards your ends.

“You promise - fuck, bunny - you promise me we aren’t leaving this damn apartment til Monday,” You hear him swallow hard, his chest covering your back just how you wanted, teeth nipping at your shoulder and neck. “You finish your Easter shit and when we get home, you’re gonna be naked. Under me,” Eddie groans as he rolls his hips before pushing your knees a little further apart. “Over me. Fucking everywhere like the weekend we moved in here. And I’m gonna mark you up, baby. All over your soft little bunny body. Until your class Monday morning.” Honestly, you’re so lost in his voice that you weren’t paying as much attention to the words per se as you should have been - but you’ll argue until you are blue in the face that that is his fault. You’re panting with your cheek pressed against the couch cushion as Eddie rails into you, crying out his name as he begins to slow his pace.

“Eddie!”

“Promise me and I’ll give you want you want, baby.” Your brain sorts through all he’s been saying, lifting your head a little to nod enthusiastically as tears slip down your cheeks.

“I promise! Please! I promise til Monday class!” Eddie’s sudden hard thrust sends you forward, your hand scrambling out to brace against the arm of the couch as he hits your g-spot with near precision with each sharp move. “Fuck, Eddie. Fuuuckk,” You groan, feeling his fingers switch to quick, hard back-and-forth movement on your clit as Eddie moans out your praises.

“That’s it. My good girl. Promising me like a good bunny. And good girls get fucked how they want, huh? Fucking griping me like a goddamn vice,” You feel his teeth bite down hard at that juncture of your shoulder and neck, licking over it sweetly to soothe the sting before continuing with a groan. “Gonna let your Thumper fill up your pussy? Let me fuck our little bunnies into this perfect little cunt?” He can feel the way your grip him, smirking into the hair behind your ears at your reaction. “Ooh, grip me like that again, baby and I’ll fucking fill you up.”

“Let me spank you and tease you with the handcuffs on and you can, Thumper,” You pant out lowly, so close you can taste it as Eddie’s hips stutter for a beat.

“Anything. You. Fucking. Want. Bunny,” Every word is punctuated by a sharp thrust, the continuous pressure on your clit coupled with Eddie’s precision and words, your orgasm crashes over you, crying out Eddie’s name loudly as the slap slap slap of skin continues about eight more times before Eddie is grunting out your name and spilling into you, collapsing atop you before tugging you with him as he shuffled a bit towards the back of the couch, taking some pressure off you but keeping his cock nestled within. “Fuck. I love you, bunny.”

“I love you,” You breathe out after a long minute, turning your head as best you can as he cranes his forward to kiss you.

You physically have to shake your head to try to refocus - not thinking of the incentive…but well you were definitely still just as twitterpated as Eddie.

Brought back fully to the present, albeit it now hornier,  with a loud sing-song call of your name across the small clearing, you manage to paste on a smile and flash a thumbs up to Tiffany. Smoothing a hand over your new slate blue dress dotted with tiny white flowers, a small sigh escapes as you pick up the clipboard from the end of the first table. Pen tapping the paper, going over all the unchecked boxes once more, and shoving all the dirty, wanting thoughts away for the time being.

___ Hide Eggs within limits {paper ribbons cordoned off by the hospital staff}

___ Jonathan pictures {whole event; with Easter Bunny; etc}

___ Egg hunt at 11 am sharp

___ Prize for the golden egg {$20}

___ Cleanup + reminder for everyone that desserts will be available in the new wing of the hospital

Heading towards the edge of the clearing that held a bright white Easter banner on two red striped poles, looking out for your friends to exit soon as the clouds seem to part temporarily. Eddie and company (even Joyce and Hopper) had all agreed to help hide the eggs, nearly making you cry as you had looked at the ‘Be the Bunny’ volunteer list at the hospital two weeks ago. Checking off the first line as Robin comes into view with Max just steps behind her, you feel a weight lift. She’s grinning at you, making your forehead furrow a bit as you try to figure out what this particular Robin brand grin is about. Steve isn’t far behind Max, with Will on one side and Dustin on the other, Lucas and Erica shooting each other *looks* as they trudge along beside Will.

Dustin is the one to begin pointing as Steve’s face changes to perplexed. You catch Robin’s shady glare just as you turn fully around.

The scene before you is…hard to describe at first.

You see Andy, Chance, Josh, as well as three sophomores all from the basketball team rushing towards you as Jason, Kimberly, and Angela - former cheerleaders and also former girlfriends of Chase - all noisily cheering a handful of feet away. It takes seconds, the boys turning to give you their backs, their Sunday slacks suddenly swept downward as they bend forward, flashing very odd colors, and you swore for a hot second - decorated, balls along with their nasty ass backdoors.

“Jesus!” You hear Mike shout in the most disgusted voice, followed promptly by a booming yell from Hopper somewhere over your left shoulder. Then the boys are all shuffling their pants up as they attempt to start moving to get away, not quite as quickly nor efficiently as they’d come. Jason and the girls had disappeared in a flash nearly as suddenly as Eddie appears at your side.

“Well, those were definitely not Easter eggs. Man, that was disgusting!” You spit out, gagging slightly before panic glancing around the area to make sure no children are around. “Thank fuck no kids are around. Dipshits.” Eddie leans forward, nuzzling behind your ear and giving a breathy chuckle.

“Stressing my bunny out more…” He tuts, ringed fingers slightly digging into your hip to pull you into him. “Their balls were all dyed and decorated, right? I wasn’t just fucking seeing things?”

“No, Bambi,” You whisper in reply, turning to press your forehead against his. “We all saw the same gross balls and starfishes.” Eddie’s shoulders shake with light laughter at your face and tone. “You think they’d at least trimmed that down or something while they were all fondling and drawing on each other.” Nancy coughs loudly beside Eddie, trying to cover her laughter.

“Actual eggs are all hidden. And, um, Hopper, Steve, and a few of the volunteer firemen caught all of them I think.” It’s only then that you see what’s in Eddie’s right hand.

“Honey, what’re those?”

“Well bunny, these are some polaroids I was taking of my very sexy girlfriend being in charge,” He leans in like he’s telling you a secret but doesn’t lower his voice. “Hot stuff right here. Then these morons with Easter egg balls ruined my bunny’s unwitting photo shoot.”

“Really, Eddie?” You hear Robin scoff out from behind you, leaning between Eddie and Nancy to see the Polaroids.

“What? I’m gonna give them to Hopper! I don’t want pictures of those pricks.”

"Especially not those pricks pricks," Dustin chortles out, Lucas biting his bottom lip to try to stop the laughter.

“Please tell me you didn’t get their junk in the pictures,” Erica sasses out, face saying exactly what everyone was thinking.

“No, fine Lady Applejack. I was close to my bunny, but not that close. So no fear of willies here.” Lucas and Will chortle as El and Max burst into giggles.

Joyce claps behind you, getting everyone’s attention even as she fights her own wide smiles. “Okay. Okay. What else is left to do?” Your focus goes straight back to the forgotten clipboard in hand.

“Continuious pictures from Jonathan. The actual egg hunt. And clean up. Hopper hid the golden egg, right?” Joyce nods assuringly.

“He did. And Jonathan is taking pictures of the kids with the Easter Bunny for another fifteen minutes, then he’ll come and set up by the basket station until the hunt begins.”

“The mayor will fire the starter pistol from there to begin the hunt. Kids under 6 will be over in Nancy and El’s area. Older kids in the other. Oh! And we all need to remind people as they’re leaving the egg hunt that there are desserts in the new wing of the hospital,” You rattle off before Eddie removes his hand from your hip to snatch the clipboard.

“Babe. Bunny. Sweetheart.” Eddie coos, handing it to Joyce as you watch the exchange with intensity. “Breathe. Enjoy the little kids about to wreck this little area while they scream and fight about eggs.”

“You say the sweetest things, honey, I swear,” You mumble dryly before side-eyeing your boyfriend. Everyone jumps into action, drifting a bit away from the two of you, helping out as Hopper and the hospital director come over.

“Just minutes left until we release all the children. Everything is - uh - presentable? After the - um - incident?”

“Yes. They didn’t touch anything and amazingly didn’t knock anything over in their hasty escape,” You answer the director with your smile set to reassuring, waiting until the older man nods a bit too vigorously before shuffling away towards an approaching Tiffany and your mother.

You slowly push a long breath out, your peripheral catching Eddie’s elbow rising, making you turn to look at him fully. He makes a show of looking at his watch, elbow, and forearm parallel to his chin.

“Just two more hours,” Eddie grins out at you, brown eyes a little lighter than usual in the late morning light. “Then, my beautiful princess, I will make sure you’re fed,” He turns to fully face you, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb running soothingly along your jawline. “And then we’re gonna nap.”

“We’re gonna nap?” You repeat incredulously as he chuckles lowly.

“Then, of course, I will fuck you senseless on every damn surface in the apartment,” He pauses, lips twitching. “Couple times,” He adds with a stage-like pensiveness, making you hum as he leans forward. “And I have stocked the fridge, the freezer, and - of course - bought that massage oil you liked of Nancy’s -”

“Really?!” You gasp out excitedly before he shushes you with a quick, soft brush of his lips against yours.

“To help you relax from all of this and from how I’m gonna be contorting your pretty, soft little body.” You slide your arms around his neck as you exchange big smiles.

“Have I told you how much I love you lately, Munson?” His face returns to that thoughtful look, pursing his lips just so.

“It’s been a couple days, sweetheart.”

“You are so full of shit!” You hiss before his mouth is covering yours, you can feel him smiling before his thumb presses against your chin, opening to his eager mouth. Eddie makes it a quick but dirty kiss, knowing that there’ll be kids and parents coming around the corner sooner rather than later.

“I’ll be on the back side with Steve and Dustin, making sure everyone stays in the areas, okay? I’ll see you later, bunny. Love ya.”

“Love you, Bambi Munson.” He playfully scoffs at your words before beginning to walk backward away from you, winking a few times as your mother comes up beside you, waiting until he's gone to try to get your attention.

As Eddie finally turns around, nearly tripping several times on the walk over there, Dustin mutters something to Eddie as Steve smiles - all three of them disappearing into the sparse tree line right before the Mayor’s voice comes on loudly over the small speaker setup just yards behind you, announcing it was finally time! Your mother and yourself barely make it to the Easter basket table just as the starter pistol sounds.

It’s gonna be a manic hour or so judging by the stampede of children hurtling toward you in their Easter best.

By 1:26, everything is thankfully, blissfully done.

Feet aching from the hours and hours spent rushing to and fro, forcing yourself to unclench your jaw as you trudge towards Eddie’s van. Wayne complements the event with his slight drawl, smiling at you with a softness usually reserved only for Eddie. You murmur a grateful thank you as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into him briefly.

Eddie is trailing just behind you two, several of the spare unclaimed baskets adorning his left arm with brownies, candy, and even a little Tupperware bowl with deviled eggs tucked into its shallow wicker grasp. Half of the kids were trailing along behind Eddie, the other half had gone with Steve who was parked in the back of the main hospital parking lot while Eddie was parked along the road that led to the hospital. You can hear Dustin and Will talking about something in the last campaign before Max tosses Reese’s Pieces at Erica who dodges nimbly, the candy hitting Dustin’s arm. In typical fashion there is yelling and laughing, some light shoving as Eddie attempts to corral the kids into the van before hopping in himself. Wayne drops the kids off at Mike’s house, you half asleep in the passenger seat almost nodding off in the now much quieter cab.

You feel the van come to a halt more than anything else, blinking rapidly as Wayne chuckles.

“Girlie, you get you some sleep.”

“Roger that, Wayne,” Eddie salutes as he hops out of the back and gathers his baskets before sliding the van’s back door and gallantly holding out his hand to help you down from the passenger side as you reassure Wayne you will.

“You look like little red riding hood with that many baskets,” You giggle sleepily as you wave to Wayne as he backs down the short driveway.

“That make you the wolf, bunny?” Eddie leans down and says it closer to your ear before growling playfully, fingers digging into your ass in tandem with his growl.

Once you've gotten inside, kicking your shoes off at the door, stumbling slightly into the living room as you try to flex your feet a bit to relieve the tension. You turn on your heel, grinning at your boyfriend as a lightbulb clicks on - both literally above you and in your head.

“Wolf,” You tilt your head to one side as Eddie yanks at his second shoe’s laces, brown eyes looking up at you with mirth. “Bunny.” You shift your head slightly to the other side. “Jockey,” Shrugging you grin down at him as his mouth drops open a tad.

“A jockey?” He questions with a chuckle as he straightens.

“Mmmhmm. Ride you like Seabiscuit.”

“Can I be an Easter unicorn?” The laughter that spills out of you is infectious it seems as the hand reaching out to steady yourself on his chest feels his shudder as his laughter joins yours.

“Anything you want.” Eddie kisses you, ready to deepen it when you pull away. “After my nap.”

“You don’t want any food first?” You unintentionally yawn at Eddie’s question. “Okay. Nap first, light meal after.” And he kisses your forehead gently, in sharp contrast to what you know he’ll be doing to you in a few hours, but it doesn’t matter. Because it’s been a weird as hell day, but watching Eddie carefully help little kids with finding eggs and then watching him schmooze a few of the nurses for leftover goodies has been a highlight in the quest to discover every facet of who this man is. You love him more than you ever imagined you could love someone - and that is both frightening and somehow, so contradictorily, it feels more normal than anything else either.

“I adore you, Eddie.”

Maybe it’s the way you say it that gets his gaze to turn a bit more serious. Maybe he just knows. As if he doesn’t already know nearly every piece of you, your tones of voice, and your actions. The way his forehead comes to meet with yours, thick lashes brushing against his pale skin as he blinks a few times as you continue to stare at him like he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever beheld.

“And I adore you. I love you with every measly little piece of me. Forever and ever - until we’re stardust again.”

“Happy Easter, my tatted, metal bunny.” Eddie snorts before brushing his lips gently over yours. Once. Twice.

“So, we still waiting til after your nap?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, making you chuckle and pull away. You head towards the couch, leaning over the arm, legs spread wide behind you as you settle your middle and forearms against the old dark green material.

The little rumble of a groan from his chest as he is suddenly plastered to your back, pushing the sundress up over your ass as the softer material of his nice brown dress slacks brushes against the back of your thighs. “Fuck. Me,” Eddie breathes out as he braces his left hand on the arm, teeth skimming over the delicate skin of your neck as you stare down at his rings.

“I’m trying to,” You reply with a soft chuckle as his right-hand pushes down your underwear, the soft clink of his belt as his pants hit the floor just after.

“Such a perfect lil Easter bunny for me,” Eddie presses a few nipping kisses down the revealing skin on your back below your neck as his nimble fingers drag the zipper halfway down your spine, both hands coming up to your chest to tug the top loose to free your breasts as he groans loudly against your shoulder blade. “No bra? What a good little fuck bunny. Did you think of your promise today, hum? Think of my cock buried deep in your tight little cunt?” You manage to pant out a yes, already so fucking needy. “And so fucking wet so quick, just from me rubbing against your ass and squeezing your tits? Jesus, you know how you rile me up with how fucking responsive you are, baby.”

“Fuck me, Eddie,” You grunt out as you press your ass back against him, feeling the short, rough hairs on his thighs brush against your ass and thighs and the heavy weight of him so close to where you want him. “Please, honey. Please.” Eddie’s teeth sink into your throat before his lips suck and lick at the skin to soothe it. Eddie loves it when you beg and you are too happy to oblige most of the time. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m go – oooh!” The air is knocked out of you as he enters in one sharp stroke, both of you exhaling loudly at the feeling.

“What were you saying?” Eddie purrs out as he grinds slowly against you, his fingers kneading at your breast while you adjust.

“Was gonna shove you onto the carpet -”

“And have your way with me, bunny? While I’m in my Sunday best?” He withdraws just a little before snapping forward to fill you again.

“Yes… Ssshit. Yes. More. Please.” Eddie withdraws nearly completely before thrusting in harder, setting a quick pace.

“I’m - jesus h christ - I'm not gonna last if you keep gripping me like that, princess.”

“Good,” You manage to whine as you press a hand into the couch cushion under you to help push back to meet more of Eddie’s thrusts. Your fingers slide under your dress edge, swirling around your nub in quick circles, trying to get over that cliff with Eddie. “Eddie!”

“You close? Fuck yeah baby, rub your clit for me. Wanna feel you milk me. Come on, I know you can.”

“Wanna…” You cry out as he pauses, kicking your legs closer together and pressing your shoulders down more before thrusting into your slick heat once more.

“Feels better now, princess, huh? I know I’m hitting that spot,” He chuckles darkly as his hair brushes all over your bare shoulders, sucking another mark on your throat, this time closer to your ear, his fingers knocking yours away to swipe over and around your clit, eager to throw you over the edge before he gets there himself. “From all these fucking beautiful noises you’re making for me. Come for me, baby. Please. Fuck. God. I just need you to come. Now. Please. Now.”

Just a few more brushes of his fingers and one well-placed thrust and you’re screams of his name seem louder in the silent apartment, Eddie’s pleas and grunts murmured against your skin as the wet slap slap slap continues before Eddie’s rhythm falters for a beat as he chases his high.

“Come on pretty boy,” You pant out, body still shaking a bit as you push back against him. “Don’t you wanna come? Fill me up? Fuck.” You can feel his lips in an up-and-down motion as he nods eagerly, too focused on his own orgasm to answer. “Come Eddie. Come. Be a good boy for me and come.” You feel him come, groaning your name against your shoulder as he grinds and rolls himself closer as he pulses.

“I love you,” He murmurs, nuzzling against your throat until you turn your head for a kiss.

“I love you.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”

“Thank you,” You whisper, letting your body slump forward more onto the couch cushion under you as you catch your breath. “I’ll let you wake me up however you want.”

“Yet another reason to love you, bunny. Just another reason.”

[winterarmyy]

Soulmate!Bucky Fics Recs

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Genre tags:  🥀 - angst    ⛓ - smut    🐇 - fluff     🖤 - dark

While You Sleep by @beyondspaceandstars​

Type: series, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: In which you can see glimpses of your soulmate's life while you sleep. While the memories of the soulmate of every single person in this world come in form a dream, yours came haunting like a nightmare. But, that tends to happen when your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

Review: It's so angstyyyyyy but soft angst type of shit. At least that's how I would describe it. Like, it tugs your heartstrings with just the right amount of force, to make it stings and not bruising?? There's also this realistic aspect of it, where the reader is basically been dreaming of the Winter Soldier's deeds and missions that her mentality is affected; so she doubts, and she's scared, and she doesn't know what to expect or do, which was very much valid for someone that had been (kind of) witnessing gruesome crimes for her entire life, especially when sleep are supposed to be resting your body and mind. I like that she take time to warm up, and know Bucky Barnes for who he is. More to compliment but I suggest you read it yourself! 

Howlite and Hearts by @authoressskr​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🐇

Teaser: A world where dragon exists. Each person will have their own when they are born to the world and they will stick with their owners. Some cases, the dragon might go the soulmate's side instead of their owners. Those cases could be vary, maybe the owner died. Or he fell of the train during WWII, which leads to why the reader has both hers and her soulmate's dragon with her. And unbeknownst to the reader, Avenger!Bucky is on mission to find both his dragon and his soulmate.

Review: The dragons are cute asf! Makes me want to have one for my own. I love the fantasy-esque to it! The fic is heavy on the 'searching' part so there's not much interaction between reader and Bucky but I still fell in love with the writing anyway! 

Moments & Pretence by @bxckyfxcknbxrnes​

Type: series, completed –🥀 ⛓

Teaser: In which the first words that you will hear from your soulmate is engraved on your wrist. "I love you" is such a sweet thing to be craved in your wrist, doesn't it? But, it is entirely different when your soulmate says it to someone else.

Review: I'm just saying, this is purely, utterly just pain. It was a mistake to read this before going to sleep because I wept until I pass out. It's the one-sided pining that crushed me. It hits home on another level. That's why I cry easily, it's because I'm weak to those type of trope. But, alas this made it to the list, right? So, it's a good read truly, it's just... it's a painful process. But, I thoroughly enjoy it anyway!

The Owl and The Wolf by @waiting4inspiration​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🐇

Teaser: In which everybody in world has their own spirit animal in a physical form. They are paired with you since birth. They are able to communicate only with you and your soulmate. So when Bucky heard the your owl speaks, he knew that you were his soulmate. But, how long will he keep it a secret?

Review: Another one of soulmates trope with animal partner. Well, the other one are just dragons but you get what I mean. I love the animals; they're cute yet sassy. I also love the idea that Bucky can hear everything the owl comments and him trying so hard not to react to any of them. I wish I could see more of those interaction but it's a very straightforward and solid oneshot after all. I also love the way they all find out about Bucky and the reader's soulmate situation. Give it a read, it'll make your day! 

One Single Thread of Gold by @sluttystucky​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🐇

Teaser: The first words that your soulmate will speak to you will appear on your wrist when you reach the age of sixteen. It been known that there are all kinds of words engraved on people's wrist, from either it is simple greetings or unique statement. But what are the odds when the words on your wrist contains his name as well.

Review: First of all, the title?! Although anything taylor swift related will be automatically my fav, but to be fair i’m also in love with the storyline! I like the anticipation of the reader, something about the way she waits for him to find her. The curiosity for the meaning behind the words that’s engraved on her wrists thoooo, makes me also wonder why he would say such things to her. I was not ready for the plot-twist, but I enjoyed it nonetheless!

Pretty When You Cry by @bellasburdens​

Type: series, completed – 🥀 🖤 ⛓

Teaser: Soulmates are connected through this strong pull between the pair. It is as if they shared the same soul; they can feel what you feel. Though there's so many ways a person can meet their soulmate, and bond naturally. Bucky just had to fuck it up when he forced himself into her life.

Review: Bruhh-- like BRUHH-- the mixed feelings that I developed throughout the whole series. I had to take a break to ponder in between the scenes of Bucky’s advances towards the reader. I question my own moral values when I fell for his words istg like, I really went into a crisis at one point but then i remember this is just a fic and I don’t need to think realistically, lmao. It’s not the darkest fic I’ve ever read but it does effect me the most. If you’re okay with dark fic, definitely give this a read!!

See The World The Way You Do by @vanderlustwords​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🐇

Teaser: Everybody is born with a monochrome vision until they meet their soulmate. Bucky's is colored with black and white, but he was lucky to be able to see more than that when he was in the 40's. He had lost his soulmate and thought it was the last time he will ever be in love. So, imagine his suprise when little sparks of colors gradually fill his vision the more he spends time with you.

Review: There’s something fluffy about Bucky hiding the fact he saw colors because of her and how he adored the reader even with the mix-match colors of her attire. I also like the way Bucky thinks, I mean his thought process. It’s not too depressing yet not too optimistic either. Something melancholy about it, bitter-sweet-ish. The whole “choosing his tie” thing, got me squealing in the middle of the night. So fluffy! Urghhh!

My Night Demons by @themorningsunshine​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: Every person in the world have the privilege to meet and communicate their soulmates through their dream. In Bucky's case, his dreams aren't the loveliest to experience, far from it even. His nightmares has always been the same concept; everything was gruesome and horrid. They always share the similar palette; dark, grey and crimson red. But, one day, he caught sight of something out of the ordinary. The yellow sundress was completely out of place. So does the girl wearing it.

Review: I love thisssssss! The reader has such a comforting presence for Bucky. I don’t what is is but the way how everything in Bucky’s dream was just saddening and depressing but then there’s the reader, so out of place and something about it feels ethereal to me. Like she’s a literal angel glowing so brightly within the dark and horrific nightmares. I love all of the dream scenes so much, especially the first and the last! I think there will be a sequel but I don’t know when will it drop though.

Flowers Bloom by @revengingbarnes​

Type: series, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: When a person bleed, flowers will bloom on their soulmate skin on that exact spot. Though it is a beautiful sight on one side but imagine the pain for the other. So, when her entire left shoulder bloomed with flowers ever since she was born, she often wonder what happend to her soulmate and how he is doing.

Review: This was absolutely stunning. The concept is right in my alley! I’ve always love “making something beautiful into something slightly dark/ opposite” and vice versa. This was not dark at all just so you know, but idea of it though. Like imagine if someone cut themselves (for self-harm purposes) and the soulmate will have the flowers across their wrists. Like imagine knowing your soulmate is suffering and you're just there not being able to help. That hurts in a different level. This is not even related to the fic but yknow, I like to feel that type of pain; and this fic will definitely make you feel them. But it was written so beautifully that you might get gaslight to believe that everything is fine and fluffy.

365 Days by @abovethesmokestacks​

Type: series, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: In which everybody has a timer where they should be able to find their soulmate. The 25 years seemed like a lot of time, until she realized that she only have 365 days remaining to find him. This is the story a girl desperately trying to seek for her soulmate.

Review: I had so much fun reading this. I took me on a roller coaster of a unexpected emotions! A moment i was giggling and laughing, then the next i might find myself trying to hold back my tears. The reader is somewhat relatable, well at least for me. We goof around a subject that is clearly sensitive for us in front of people; and then there are moments when we're alone, the loneliness and grief comes creeping in. That's when the reality really hits you hard. Go ahead and read this fic, you won't regret it!

What’s in a Name? by @ciarawritesmarvel​​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: In which the name of the person you love will appear on your shoulder. Though there 3 different colors which represents different meaning; blue means unrequited, red means mutual, and black means deceased. She had his name in blue since she was nothing but a child. After years of pining over him, she wondered, will it stay the same? Or will it change to the way she hoped for?

Review: It is sort of a soulmate au? Not the typical one though and oh my gosh this was so cute and fluffy! I wanna hug Bucky and squish his face in my chest, like you have no idea how adorable he was when he's 5 y.o and 10 y.o! Absolutely cuteeee! Keep punching the air like a mad person. But anyway, I love the concept of the story, I wish this was a series but I'm still thankful for it to exist nonetheless!

Note: Will update more in the future! Feel free to recommend me fics too, I might list them in this as well!

[unleashthemidnight]

How to find cheap but good flight from Finland to US?

I have more things coming to help with my mental health treatments, just started weekly meetings with social worker (at first at our place but we might go outside to walks and to do things), there’s a group at the day clinic and they will inform me when a place opens so I’m waiting and then starting that and it would be 6 weeks, there’s ofc the trying to find and balance the medication (I think that what I have now is better than some of the earlier ones but it’s been only 2 weeks) and now waiting will the doctor’s paper about my rehabilition support go through and...

but I have this perkeleen suuri tarve, a need to just go, buy the tickets, fly to US, find @authoressskr and just hug her. Long hug. Just be there, hold her. For both of us. Nothing else.

Okay, that was half a lie, we would probably maybe talk a little about things. Maybe. But I know that I would cry. That’s a sure thing.

Oh, and I probably need passport too. I don’t have that.

[captain-kelli]

I disappeared for awhile, but I’m back! I’ve missed the community here, so I could think of no better way to jump back in than a little writing challenge. (That and Whitney is a terrible influence on my life.)

The details:

Theme: The three big things that get my creativity flowing - sassy dialogue ideas, unusual words and their meanings, and storytelling songs.

Due date: August 31, 2021

The tag: #ckcomebacktour

The rules:

You don’t have to be following me, but I’d love to have ya.

Send me an ask with the prompt and character. Only two entries per prompt, first come first served. Please don’t respond to this post for a prompt.

Pick any MCU character and feel free to pair them up with a reader, OC or just canon characters.

If you want to write for a specific reader (Black!Reader, Asian!Reader, Latinx!Reader, etc.) - please do!

It can be a one-shot or a series, but it has to be the first chapter in the series.

Minimum of 500 words. Maximum of 5,000.

For the love of all that is holy, use the “Keep Reading” feature.

Tag me when you’re done and use the challenge tag.

Please use warnings as they apply. If there are any triggers that are not in the warnings, I will not reblog, or include in the master list.

No underage/dub-con/non-con/dark-fic. Everything else is fine.

Strikeout means it’s no longer available.

Have fun! Share each other’s work! Be good to one another!!

The master list for these stories can be found here.

Prompts below the cut!

Dialogue Prompts:

“I don’t have an attitude, thank you. I have standards.” // @moonstruckbucky​ + @ocean-bucky​​​

“If you feel intimidated, that’s your problem, not mine.” // @crispychrissy​ (Bucky Barnes) + @phant0m-queen​ (Bucky Barnes)

“Everyone acts like women are so fragile, but it’s nothing in comparison to your ego.” // @samwilsons-pillowpecs​ (Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson)​ + @full-lunar-chaos​ (Bucky Barnes x Peggy Carter)

“All of those people are alive right now - all because of her.” // @authoressskr​

“I’ll see you in the next life.” // @allaboardthereadingrailroad​

Word Prompts:

Morii: the desire to capture a fleeting moment // @tinymalscoffee (Sam Wilson) + @baroquebucky (Bucky Barnes)

Absquatulate: to flee or leave abruptly without saying goodbye // @arawynn (Bucky Barnes) + @blackberrybucky​ (Bucky Barnes)

Flâneur: a person of leisure who strolls aimlessly, observing life and society // @specialk-18 (Bucky Barnes) + @barnesandco (Bucky Barnes x Muslim!Reader)

Trouvaille: a lucky find // @whiskey-cokenfanfic (Sam Wilson) + @amanda-teaches (Steve Rogers)

Eleutheromania: an irresistible yearning for freedom // @angrythingstarlight (Bucky Barnes)

Song Prompts:

The 1 by Taylor Swift // @thefallenbibliophilequote​ (Bucky Barnes) + @barnesnroses (Sam Wilson)

Levitating by Dua Lipa // @peachyteabuck​ (Stucky) + @friendlyneighborhood-mendes​ (Bucky Barnes x OC)

Leave the Door Open by Bruno Mars, Anderson .Paak, and Silk Sonic // @sugarfreecapsicle + @mxsamwilson (Sam Wilson)

Nobody’s Love by Maroon 5 // @buckysbruni​ (Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader)

Love Lies by Khalid + Normani // @spiderrpcrker

[marichromatic]

rules !! bold the one you prefer

Tagged by @longlostcatlin

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // curls or straight hair // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops or desktop // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

Tagging @authoressskr @idabbleincrazy @fae-and-night @falcatrecon @the-not-tamed and whoever else wishing to fill this :P

[idreamofhazel]

The Boyking: Chapter 7

Characters/pairings: Dallas, Bobby, Dean, Castiel

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: This story is overall angsty. Read the masterpost description to get the full idea. I will put specific, important warnings on each chapter unless there are none.

A/N: Surprise! I’m still writing this. This is the only thing I am writing at the moment, when I can. I had actual quiet time the other night and pulled up this doc. After some edits, I figured it was good enough to post. So here’s another chapter for those of you still reading <3

The man with piercing blue eyes pushed his way through. Looking around the room, his eyes fell on the symbols. “Where’s the blood?”

“The fridge,” Bobby said.

Nobody moved or talked. The man disappeared through another doorway and reappeared moments later with a jar half-full of the thick, red liquid. He began repainting the symbols in the hall, quickly but with care, eventually disappearing into other rooms of the house to continue his work. 

Dallas crossed her arms and tapped her foot, letting her eyes float aimlessly around the room. Neither Dean nor Bobby said a word. 

Several long, silent minutes passed before the blue-eyed man returned downstairs, putting the now-empty jar in the kitchen. He returned to the hall and nodded at Bobby. The collective tension lifted.

“Why are you here?” Dean, now able to speak, asked Dallas.

“Looking for you,” she said plainly. “Your brother seemed very concerned.”

Dean seemed to share Dallas’s surprise at Sam’s level of concern.  

“I think the more important question is why she had to be here,” Bobby interrupted. 

“We need to talk in the panic room,” the other man interrupted. 

No one protested. Everyone followed Bobby, Dallas last in line, through the hall, and a door in the kitchen, and then down a flight of stairs. At the bottom was a standard dark, damp basement, large and filled with cluttered, metal shelves. They walked through the room and up to a large steel door. Bobby opened the door with a yank of the oversized handle, the massive hinges squeaking in protest. 

They all stepped inside and Bobby shut the door behind them. A loud thud sounded and echoed off the cavernous, cylinder walls. Dallas’s eyes went wide as she gazed up to the ceiling where a fan turned, circulating air throughout the structure. Her gaze floated back down to eye-level, and she noticed the cabinets of rations and a lonely cot off to the side that pathetically decorated the space. The hunter seemed to have stocked the room with supplies intended for an indefinite lockdown. 

Dean’s friend was the first to speak again. “We’ve been running from an angel, and we had to lay low for a couple of days.”

Dallas’s eyes grew wide. “Angel?” she blurted out.

All eyes were on her, and specifically, the man whose name she didn’t yet know. He squinted, and Dallas felt uncomfortable under the intense gaze.

“Guess I forgot to mention Dean’s friend is an angel,” Bobby said.

“Seriously? I mean, I’ve heard stories but--”

Bobby gave Dallas a reassuring nod. “But Castiel here’s a little different, a little more human than most angels, and we trust him with our lives.”

“And what is your name?” Castiel questioned. 

“Dallas,” she answered. 

“This is the hunter I was talking about,” Dean added.

Castiel spent a longer time looking at Dallas, analyzing her, than Bobby had when she first appeared on his doorstep. She crossed her arms as if the action would add a barrier to his piercing gaze, protecting her heart, and her secrets, from the celestial creature.

“So, can I ask why an angel was chasing you?” Bobby asked, having no time for the awkward silences.

Castiel broke his gaze with Dallas, attention turning to Bobby. “We went looking for clues about an artifact,” Castiel answered, “stolen from a missing collector, Bela Talbot. I believe you all knew her?”

Dallas tucked away her reaction as an uneasy feeling began to grow in her stomach.

“What artifact?” Bobby asked.

“An angel blade, which I first believed to be a common blade wielded by the common angel, such as myself. But then one of my sisters showed up at Bela’s home and told us she was meant to watch over the house. This omission seemed to be an oversight of communication between our superiors at first. I was not told there would be any angels watching the house. But the more questions I asked, she began to act strangely.” 

Dallas felt a pit growing inside her stomach, gnawing at her insides, churning the contents of her stomach, as she maintained a calm outer appearance. There’s no way they could connect me to Bela. I didn’t leave behind evidence. I made sure of it.

“I was told by an angel named Zachariah to look for clues. When I communicated with the other angel’s superiors, they acted as if they knew nothing about my quest. Someone is lying, but I’m not sure who. This angel at the house, she attacked me. That’s why we had to flee.” Castiel finished solemnly.

“What was it you were saying about the angel blade? What’s so special about it?” Bobby asked.

“As I said, common angels such as myself and my superiors all carry the same, simple angel blade.” He pulled a blade out from under his trench coat, demonstrating his description. “Silver, a straight blade, but the highest rank of angels, the archangel, carry a modified, more powerful version. The blade is twisted and slightly bigger than a standard blade, but also silver. I was told by Zachariah that this is the kind of blade that was stolen from Bela. It is unclear whether Bela knew what she had in her possession.”

Dallas stared at Castiel’s angel blade, know immediately that her blade--the one she stole, the one that Ruby now possessed--looked nothing like the one in front of her.

“Did you find anything about who took it?” Bobby asked.

Dean answered this time. “Not much. But the warding in that place nearly knocked Cas on his feet, which means whoever stole the blade is most likely human. That and they shot up the safe where Bela had it locked up. Couldn’t find any shells, though.”

Everyone was quiet for a moment until Dean finally looked over at Dallas.

“You ok?” he asked. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

Dallas couldn’t take her eyes of Castiel’s weapon. “Yeah, just, uh, the whole angel, archangel, angel blade thing.”

Dean chuckled. “It’s like that for everyone the first time.”

“Yes,” Castiel added, putting his blade back under his coat, “I imagine it’s been very challenging, especially after meeting Sam Winchester. How has your stay in Hell been?”

“Dark, boring, uneventful,” she rattled off, “Nothing special really.”

Castiel’s interest seemed piqued. “Sam, he treats you decently?”

“Yeah, I guess. He feeds me. Hasn’t put me up on a torture rack yet,” Dallas gave a half-hearted smile, then tucked her arms together again and looked away. Sam Winchester has treated me… decently. The words felt like betrayal on her mind’s tongue.

His curiosity sated, for the time being, Castiel turned to Dean. “What will you tell Sam?”

“I’ll tell him the truth. Don’t know if it’s connected to anything, but he’ll want to know.”

“I agree,” Castiel added. “It seems my family may be up to something in secret. I’ll be keeping some distance from heaven for now.”

“Well, I guess my only question after all this, is whether or not my house is going to be blasted to smithereens by some angry angels in the near future.” Bobby sounded half-serious, half-joking.

“Maybe, but it's unlikely. If you stay in this room most of the time, you should stay alive if that were to happen,” Castiel stated. 

“Gee, thanks,” Bobby remarked. 

Dean now looked at Dallas. “You heading back with me?”

Dallas considered refusing, hopping into Sam’s loaner, and driving across the border to Mexico. She could start a hunting career by the beach, maybe find La Llorona or El Chupacabra. That would be a nice life, calm life. But this life would still be here, not gone, only paused, waiting for her the second she got bored or dragged back in. And that was no way to live anyway, with no aim or purpose, a history waiting to attack her the second she lets her guard down. 

“Sure am,” she said. “How are we getting back?”

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To each writer, you make my life a joy. Whether I need a happy, fluff piece or a hard hitting angst you always write such amazing stories. I’m honored and blessed to be a fan of yours!

I look forward to another year of amazing friendship and stories!

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[scarlettwitcher]

Big Guy

Request: By @nitelotus: Hi. Noticed you're open for requests. How about for Valentine's day, Geralt one night in a tavern sees his first love and wants to reconnect with her again? Please and thank you.

Summary: Geralt reconnects with his first love and thinks back on their relationship.

Characters: Geralt, Reader, Brief mention of Yennefer and Jaskier

Word Count: 1455

Warnings: Angst, fluff if you squint, flashbacks to memories are italicized, implied frickety frackety

Author’s Note: I’m actually really proud at how fast I got this one out. Here’s my first of many for Geralt. I’m thinking of starting a posting schedule. I haven’t figured it out yet but when I do, I’ll let y’all know. I am in search of betas for some fics, if anyone is open, send me a message! This was beta’d by the beautiful @queenxxxsupreme. I recommend EVERYONE to follow them and show them love for their writing. I am obsessed with it. It’s so good! Requests are open and I’m hoping to have a functioning Masterlist(which will contain the taglists that I have. If you’d like to be added to any list, don’t hesitate to let me know) by tomorrow as well as the first chapter of You’re Mine, Omega! As always, thanks for all the love and any feedback is welcome!

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That scent. 

That terrorizing scent. 

Geralt's senses were plagued with a very familiar scent that he hadn't encountered in years as he stepped into the tavern. In the midst of the dirty, sweaty men and bitter ale, was the sweet scent of vanilla, brown sugar, and rain. A scent that could only belong to one person. One foot inside the tavern, he stopped and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He should've recognized the town, the houses, the people, but his head was elsewhere, thinking about his last meeting with Yennefer, the unfortunate way the relationship ended, and the way he treated Jaskier at the forefront of his thoughts. Taking a few steps forward, he finally sat at the bar, his back to the patrons, and his head down. 

"Hey there big guy." Geralt instantly tensed as he heard her gentle voice calling him her favorite nickname for him. He swallowed thickly and raised his head, his golden eyes locking with her y/e/c eyes. 

"Y/n."

"You know you don't talk too much.. It's kinda creepy."

"Hm."

"There you go again, grunting, like a- like a, I don't know, a bear. Like a big bear. You a bear?"

"Sure, princess." She beamed under his gaze, a blush creeping on her cheeks at the nickname.

Geralt willed the memories away as he watched her, convinced if he looked away she'd disappear once more. None made a move, the tavern full of the idle chattering of the patrons and the occasional cup hitting a wooden table. Y/n decided to break the silence between the two. "I was almost convinced I wouldn't ever see you again. That or you forgot about me." Geralt huffed quietly. They both knew that wasn't true but her soft smile insinuated she was only joking. "And I can see that you're still pretty quiet. How's it been, big guy?" 

"You wouldn't want to know. It's been the same as you remember, worse perhaps.." She bit her lip softly and nodded. She took a deep breath before leaning closer and resting a hand gently on one of his. She swore he relaxed under her touch but said nothing as she rubbed her thumb gently over his calloused knuckles. Her eyes drifted down to their hands, her courage leaving her for a second, knowing she didn't want to see his reaction to her words, scared of what she would see. 

"I've missed you big guy. It's been years. I-" She swallowed thickly as the words left her lips in a shaky whisper. She spent countless nights remembering her time with the Witcher. After the first year passed and he hadn't returned, her hope started to dwindle. By the second year, it was almost faded and by the third year, it was gone. He wasn't going to return to her. It all felt like a dream to her.

"I missed you too princess." Y/n's eyes immediately jumped up to his and no more words needed to be said. Everything Geralt was feeling, he conveyed to her through his eyes. 

"Y-you what?" Y/n was standing in front of Geralt, looking up at him. He was a good foot taller than her, if not more and she had to crane her neck back to see him. He always teased her about her height, loving how riled up she always got. He was watching her every reaction. He listened to the way her heart rate quickened, her shallow breaths, the way her eyes widened at his confession. He reached a tentative hand up gently and cupped her cheek before tracing his finger down to her chin, making her look up into his eyes. 

"I love you."

Geralt smiled gently as he brought his hand up to her cheek, bringing the back of his fingers gently across her skin. It was almost as if time had stopped and they were the only two people in the room. He brought his hand back down moving his pointer finger under her chin, tilting her head back just a bit as he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip. It took Geralt a second to realize he was touching the woman who really had his heart. He could replay the moment he met her over and over in his head.

"Hey, uh, is that your horse?" Geralt watched the rather small woman approach him as she pointed to Roach. He only grunted in response before nodding. He watched her smile brightly as she neared the pair, standing next to him to watch the horse. "Can I pet 'em?" Geralt eyed her and sighed, while nodding. He watched her beam with excitement as she reached up, scratching Roach's nose gently and then moving to the neck to scratch the horse in a lovingly manner. Roaches huffed at the girl and nudged her shoulder playfully. Geralt watched silently, curiosity getting the better of him. His horse was never this kind to anyone. "I'm Y/n, by the way."

"Geralt."

"Well, Geralt, welcome to our small town. My family owns the only tavern and inn in town so if you need food and a place to stay, you know where to go." She pointed to a large farm house across the street before leaning into Roach, whispering something and rubbing their nose once more before leaving towards the farm house. Geralt watched her walk away with furrowed brows before grumbling to himself quietly. He had noticed her scent and was rather captivated by it but chose to ignore it. 

After grabbing a room and preparing for a bath, he was only able to strip off his shirt before he heard a soft knock at his door. The scent from earlier in the day flooded his senses and he knew who was at the door. He opened it and looked down at her expectantly. "Hey there Geralt. I've just come to bring you some towels for if you wanted to bathe and some blankets since it can get chilly at nights." 

"Hm."

Y/n looked at him, an unreadable expression on her face, before continuing. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"... No. This is fine. Thank you."

"No problem, big guy." With that, she took her leave, leaving an irritated Witcher in her wake. 

The third time he bumped into her was an accident, or in this case, her falling on him was an accident. Y/n was working at the tavern as a server and maid for the patrons to help her father. She had a few mugs of ale in her hands and had placed them on the table for the men that ordered them. One of them tried to flirt with her and even went as far as grabbing her, and in her haste to get away, she tripped on her dress… and fell on the Witcher's lap. He quickly caught her, wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him. She looked up at him with wide eyes but he wasn't looking at her, he was glaring at the men who had touched you. Before long, punches were thrown and the men took the fight outside the tavern. Y/n could only watch in horror as five men went against Geralt by himself. But her worries were silenced when she watched him handle himself well. By the end, all the men were on the floor, bloodied and unconscious. She took him to her home after that and cared for his wounds from the fight. 

"Thank you for what you did." 

"They didn't have a right to touch you."

"I know.. Just comes with the job."

"Hm."

"You grunt a lot Big guy." This earned her a small huff and she just shook her head as she finished cleaning him up. If Geralt was totally honest, he really loved the nickname. He could sense the kindness behind the words and he would never say it but he knew he would only ever allow the woman in front of him to call him that. 

Y/n watched him for a few seconds, truly admiring the man. She was standing between his legs and she slowly reached a hand up to cup his jaw, soaking in all of the details of his face. Geralt watched her silently. He unconsciously moved a hand so it was gripping one of her thighs. Not before long, did he have her in his lap, and minutes after, sprawled out on her bed, under him. 

And that was how they spent their time together. Before either realized, months had passed and they both had fallen deeply in love with each other.

"Let's go home." 

"I'd like that very much princess."

*~*

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[unleashthemidnight]

I missed your post about your new wip but I’d love a truth and a lie about Castiel in this fic. Is he in it? Is Gabriel bothering him about saving a horse to ride a Winchester??

Naah, you are fine, I’ll be reblogging that post many times until I actually have posted that fic plus I’m still gonna ramble my “writer who never writes” whines and loves of writing this. Because I like to tease~

But anyway, to answer with a truth and a lie without telling which one is which: Yes and no.

Thank you for asking miss S.

Ask about the new WIP

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Stressed to Kill (one-shot)

Regulus Black au 

Request:  I am OBSESSED with all the Regulus content. It is amazing. I was wondering if you could do a reader x regulus where the reader is having a bad day from the stress of the exams and he cuddles them to sleep. again love your writing. :) 

@wolfstar4lifee- I hope you enjoy this, love 

Rating: T 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

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“Regulus, we have a problem.”

Regulus looked up at Evan’s comment. When Evan said that there was a problem it usually went one of three ways…

1. There was a problem and Evan needed help deciding whose ass to kick first. 2. Evan was just being the over-dramatic person that he was and was only being mildly inconvenienced by something. 3. There actually was a problem and for whatever reason Regulus had to solve it. Closing his book, Regulus leaned back in his seat and observed his friend’s face closely for any clues. Evan honestly looked bothered by something.

Number 3, it is.

Regulus thought before speaking.

“What’s wrong?’

Evan motioned to the stairs.

“I just came from the common room and Y/n is having a hell of a day. Has she talked to you about it?”

Regulus shook his head. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen you all morning. He had been practicing quidditch for the tournament most of the day. Normally, he had every morning and afternoon with you until practice but today was different.

“No, what’s going on?”

Regulus questioned automatically worried. There wasn’t much that typically phased you. You were that unshakable wall of steel that Regulus had come to love so much.

“Well, she kind of slipped on a Gryffindor during potions then stormed out leaving Slughorn looking totally baffled. After I went back to the common room, she had taken over three tables and spread all of her notes from each class in a freakishly color-coded system. I was being adorable and she threatened to cut my hand off if I touched them.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. He knew that you were beginning to worry about exams. Hell, everyone was worried about exams but you possibly more than most people. The Rosiers put a lot of “high” expectations on their children when it came to grades. You exceeded your parent's expectations with flying colors. They expected good grades from Evan but only half of the time got them.

“That sounds like your sister. It's getting late. I’ll go talk to her, you cowering wimp.”

Evan sat down with a thankful smile on his face.

“I owe you so much.”

Regulus rolled his eyes and headed down to the dungeons. He was beginning to wonder why you weren’t at dinner. Now he had his answer

Stepping into the Slytherin common room, Regulus was surprised to see that Evan wasn’t over-exaggerating like normal. You stood looking over what had to be three tables worth of notes with an exasperated expression on your pretty face.

Raising an eyebrow, Regulus walked over to join you. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even seem to notice your boyfriend’s presence. Regulus blinked a few times before looking down at the parchment in front of him. All of the notes were color-coded by class, semester, lesson, and date.

“Sugar, how long have you been awake?”

Regulus asked, softly. You finally looked up, clearly surprised to see Regulus.

“Reg, hi. Sorry but no time. I need answers.”

You had been obsessing over exams for weeks now...well maybe obsessing since the day before yesterday. As the exam day came closer, you began to worry even more. The last thing that you wanted was to fail an exam or make less than exceeds expectations. Your mother and father would expect this out of you.

Regulus sighed.

“No, you need sleep. I’ve seen you like this before.”

“Regulus is right, Y/n. This is just like the time in 5th year when you were going bananas over the OWLS.”

Both Regulus and yourself turned to see Evan standing by the couch with a huge cheesy smile on his face.

“Guys, I don’t need sleep. I need answers.”

Regulus gave Evan a look before stepping closer to you.

“Sweetheart, how about this, let's go up to my bed and have a little nap. When we wake up, I’ll come down here and help you go through all of this.”

“While you two are taking a nap, I can go through all of this for a headstart.”

Evan offered. You immediately shook your head. The last thing that you wanted was your brother to go through ANY of your schoolwork. You would come back down to a hellish disaster that you would never be able to fix.

“I would rather the giant squid do it.”

You snapped in Evan’s direction. Evan looked highly offended as Regulus shook his head mouthing

“Mate, stop.”

Eva blinked a few times before sitting down on the couch.

“Fine, I’ll just guard the table.”

Regulus turned his attention back to you with a smile. He traced a finger over your cheek, earning a small sigh. Regulus knew that he had you exactly where he wanted.

“Come on, sugar.”

You didn’t fight Regulus this time. He interlocked your hand with his as he led you to the boy dormitory. Regulus was right, as usual. You were exhausted and the prospect of falling asleep in Regulus’ arm was a great opportunity.

Regulus tugged his jumper over his head before lying down and holding out his arms.

“Come here, darlin.”

You shrugged your robe off and stepped out of your shoes before crawling into bed beside Regulus. Since you had begun dating Regulus, you had been spending a lot of time locked in Regulus’ bed with the curtains closed. Evan had even suggested making a “keep out” sign so people would think that the two of you were forming some secret club and not having sex.

You wasted no time in snuggling against Regulus’ chest. He pulled the blanket up and snugged his face against the top of your head.

“Mum said you can stay over the summer if you want.”

Regulus said with a yawn. He had obviously not noticed how exhausted he was too. You would have sat up and looked at him surprised but you didn’t want to move from your cocoon.

“Yeah?”

You questioned. Regulus had been on a kick about you staying at Grimmauld Place over the summer. Neither of you really wanted to face the idea of a summer apart and apparently, Walburga was taking sympathy upon you.

“Yeah, I suppose she assumes that we are going to get married after next school year anyway. She probably wants to see if we can live together over the summer without killing each other.”

“Lucky for us, we have never had an argument.”

You said, yawning. Regulus had to agree there. While other couples that the two of you knew were fighting with each other, Regulus and yourself calmly talked about problems. You were supportive of what he was doing with becoming a death eater. The two of you knew it was, for the most part, expected. You were that soft comforting place for Regulus to look forward to getting back to.

“Well, we are going to live happily ever after.”

Regulus commented. He knew the comment was lame and his brain was internally throwing up about that even coming out of his mouth. Just when had he become so mushy over a girl?

“Just accept it. She has you whipped.”

Regulus thought with a smile.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

You replied, clearly about to doze off. Regulus leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, prince charming.”

You muttered, feeling for the first time that day, at peace. You didn’t care about the exams, your parent's expectations, your older brother who was now moving your notes, or anything else. The only thing that you cared about was snuggling closer to Regulus and getting some well-deserved sleep.

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[searchingforbucky]

FIC REC (Part 15) :)

Hey guys! I’m sorry it took so long to get the next list out, but I completely scrapped my last one because after two weeks it just wasn’t turning out the way I wanted, so thanks to @bucky-smiles I followed my heart and did what I wanted. So! Now here is a fic rec list of one of my FAVORITE tropes, SOULMATES!! :) 💓 These are pretty much all happy endings because i’ve been feeling a bit down lately, so I hope this makes you as happy as they helped me feel :) *REMINDER: I am still adding to this, so if this is here, that means the list is not done :)*

Flowers Bloom by @revengingbarnes

This one is amazing. So this one is the “flowers bloom wherever their soulmate is hurt” idea. And it’s beautiful. The readers whole left arm is covered in flowers, and she rocks it with her whole heart. She meets a quiet neighbor when she moves to Romania, and the rest is history. This is an extremely emotional, and exciting, and all around lovely story that I will love forever with my whole heart. Also check out her other story Possession

The Florist by @buckyofthemyscira

Let’s talk about CUTE!! This one is about the soulmates sharing a tattoo that represents something about them. I LOVE flower/florist related stories. Bucky is so soft in this, he buys flowers for his ma, he thinks about his soulmate constantly, he’s just the best guy ever 🥺 this story is so beautiful and it’s written so so so well, it’s literally just such a beautiful well done story that made me so happy. Such a feel good fic, also check out her other amazing story Flashbacks

Howlite and Hearts by @authoressskr

This one is so unique, and SO under appreciated in my opinion. It’s a story where people have little dragons that represent themselves, and help connect them to their soulmate. I think it’s adorable, I love the way the dragons are representative of everyone, and honestly just the story, I’ve never read a story like it, its interesting and just really well done. I think my favorite part of it is Godzilla and his relationship with both the reader and Bucky. I’ve read this one multiple times, and it’s been awesome every time!

The Sound of Music by @delicatelyherdreams

This one is adorable. So this one is about how you can hear your soulmate singing in your head. So Bucky never heard songs in his head, until after everything happened, and suddenly there was someone trying to get to know him through song! Cue Bucky being scared of having a soulmate, and trying to shut her out. But the reader is determined! This was just such a cute story, Elle does an amazing job at picking the perfect songs to represent what they want to say. Also check out her amazing Seeing Stars.

Rose by @softlybarnes

This one was an emotional rollercoaster but it still was absolutely amazing. So this one was one where soulmates share each others scars. So when the reader was born, and was covered in scars, you can understand that it was a little shocking. She thought she didn’t have one. Bucky meets the reader at her cafe, and realizes they’re soulmates. Cue a bit of angst and self doubt and being scared of things you aren’t expecting. It’s beautiful, and so lovely. Also check out her wonderful stories Lettered and Teddy bear.

Silver and Gold by @the-omni-princess

This one was so interesting, and I loved the little details. So this one is about people having the first words their soulmate says to them on their wrists, BUT! So awesome, they change colors to colors that are significant to their soulmate which is so so cool. What’s even more unique? The fact that both Steve and Bucky said the same words to the reader, so now what? Cue awesome dynamics between the team, and awesome writing. It was a really good story. Also check out her stories Inked Wrists, Beauty and the Beast, and Sleeping Beauty.

The Owl and the Wolf by @waiting4inspiration

Spirit animal au! Yeeeeeees!! So this is so wonderful, I felt like squeezing everyone around me it was amazing. It was so fluffy, and shy nervous Bucky around his soulmate gives me the will to live and love for the rest of my life. The dynamic between everyone and their animals and the sass, amazing. It really is just a wonderful story and I had so much fun reading it. I might have liked the animals more than Bucky and the Reader ;)

This Has Never Happened Before by @trashpanda-barnes

oh man! Okay so this one is awesome, it’s technically a soulmate AU/reincarnation AUbut I don’t think it ever explicitly states it. It really is so cool and unique. The reader gets stood up on a date, and Bucky sees her through the window and is absolutely drawn to her. Cue the most amazing, ethereal experience they’ve ever had. They know each other intimately and solidly. They know each other's current lives and past lives. But they’ve just met,  It’s really an immersive beautiful read, I felt like I could feel exactly what they could, it was honestly magical. And I’m sure they could say the same.

Say that again by @justsomebucky

So this one is super cool, and it’s where everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right. It’s an AU where the reader works in a diner and Bucky is a hero who lost his arm saving a girl from a bus. He’s shy and very quiet and such a good guy. I love how she represents Bucky in this, a modern way of showing him as a hero and working in his missing arm. The support they show each other immediately? Amazing, love it.

Remember by @captainrogerss

So this is a story of Soulmates having their names written on each others arms, and guess which arm buckys was written on? Surprise, it was the left. But my favorite part of this is how it shows a small scene of him remembering her and forcing himself to remember her during his hydra times, and i love all of the connections each character has to each other, and of course Bucky waits until he needs to be with the reader to meet her. It really is adorable.

Maps by @moonstruckbucky

Loooove this one! So this one is where everyone has a red string of fate – also known as a ‘soulmate string’ – wrapped around their pinkie finger that only they can see. I’ve never seen a red string of fate written the way they’ve  done it here, and it’s so different and it’s a LOVELY rollercoaster of emotions. I was :( in some parts but I was:D in others and it was just so so good. And it’s a Winter Soldier story which I LOVE seeing that dynamic between that character and the reader being soulmates.

Tod and Copper by @fanfictionavalanche

This is another sort of spirit animal story where everyone is born with a spirit animal, only visible to  them and their soulmate, however with a touchable body, that guides them  to their soulmate and vanishes when their duty is fulfilled. This one was CUTE. And boy did I get emotional when the end came, like I got attached that hard in a small fic 🥺 it was so adorable, and anything with animals is a big YES from me, also, the reader getting into trouble immediately is a big mood. Also, fox and the hound reference? Yes :)

Trying to Transmit, Can You Hear Me? By @ironstank

This one is short but sweet. So in this soulmates have a countdown to when they meet each other. My favorite part of this is just how focused on Bucky it is. It’s like little snippets into bucky's life where he thinks he doesn’t have a soulmate. It’s sad, but not enough to make you sad? Like just small heart pangs, but then he meets her. I like the open ending. It’s just a super cute story.

Snowflake by @all1e23

Hell yeah, love this one. This one has soulmates sharing a tattoo.. My favorite part is the relationship between Bucky and Steve. I love that brotherly relationship. Steve drags Bucky to a Christmas festival to get his mind off of his soulmate, and surprise surprise who does he find?? And I LOVE the fact that Bucky is paired with a Christmas living outgoing wonderful girl, it’s such a good paring. I always love Allies stories, and this is another example!

Hunger by @the-canary

this one is painful but Beautiful! So in this one everyone has their soulmates initials on their wrist. This one starts with self sacrificing bucky denying his soulmate. He does it in order to save them from himself, what a dork. It’s so painful because you get all of these peaks into their personal feelings and just how painful it is to exist without each other and to go through that pain, it really is tragic but there’s a happy ending! It’s worth it I swear haha.

Swindled Hearts by @panicfob

oh wow okay, so this one is definitely unique. This story is beautiful, every chapter is like a snapshot of their life. They were both stubborn and strong willed and sassy, but it was such a lovely story of them slowly coming together and learning to love and live with each other. Such domestic cuteness and fluuuuuuuff!! I really love how realistic it was, it didn’t jump into anything, it really just was a wonderful story, people were guarded and unwilling to love, but it prevailed in the end.

WOW OKAY! that was long, I'm sorry lol, but also I'm not. Thank you for reading to the end if you did! This was so fun for me to do :)

[hannahindie]

Week 2 - Fic and Author Recs

Seriously, though. A name. I need one. For a writer, I am having a hell of a time coming up with something clever. 

Anyway! Sorry for the delay, this past weekend, up until today, has been a whirlwind of migraines and well pump problems, and though they are still ongoing, I have found time to sit down and present to you another recommendation that I think you all will very much enjoy.  

This week, I’ve chosen someone who many of you have probably heard of, but I know with the amount of new followers I’ve gotten, you may not have. This person has an extensive master list, and honestly, It was very difficult to pick favorites. I did choose a few to link, which I will below, but do yourself a favor and hit up the whole master list. I can’t even begin to cover all of it.

I should probably quit rambling and tell you who it is, huh? 

This week’s author is....

@atc74!!!!

When I tell you her master list is extensive, this woman can write for anyone. She’s got massive lists for Sam, Dean, Jensen, Jared, Chuck/Rob...it’s insane! She captures each of their voices, and those aren’t the only characters! I’m telling you....so. much. 

Not only is she an amazing writer, but she’s a great friend. I was lucky enough to meet her at NashCon a couple of years ago, and though we didn’t get to spend as much time together as I would have liked, she was (and is) the best. She’s also supported me in my writing, and through some super difficult times, and I am very happy that I can call her my friend. 

I’ve chosen four fics that I’m going to link down below, but if you’d like to go straight to her master list, you can find it HERE. 

I honestly chose these at random; I have not come anywhere near finishing her whole master list, but it’s been very difficult to pick, so I picked four of my most recent favorites. (Which I need to reblog, and if you read them, YOU SHOULD TOO! Share the joy. And the wealth of words. And love. You know, all that good stuff.) 

I Heard Every Word : Witches suck, and the Winchesters find out the hard way just how truly awful they can be. Can they save Y/N before it’s too late? (I love this one because there’s a twist, and also Sam....swoon.)

Memories: Y/N and Dean have shared their story since they were kids. Will they be able to pick up where they left off? (Dean. I feel like I don’t need a reason other than Dean.)

The Storm: Chuck is an asshole, and Y/N has a hard time letting go...(or does she? This one was fantastic, and I just...what an ending.)

First Christmas: Rob and the reader celebrate their first Christmas as a married couple. The season always seems more magical when there’s new things on the horizon. (It’s freaking cute, okay? I’m not always angsty, you know? Okay, I am. But this is cute, and you’ll love it.)

So there you have it. I can’t recommend Angelina enough, and you should do yourselves a favor and take a gander. 

Until next week, and hopefully with a better name, I hope ya’ll are doing okay. 

P.S. I might try to do a surprise for next week, since I was tardy this week. I’m not making promises because my life is a mess, but I’ll see what I can pull out of my sleeve. Love ya’ll!

P.S.S. My tags are fifteen kinds of screwed up, if I miss you in the tags and you want in, please let me know.

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Rich Appreciation 2020 Day 1

Word count: 880

Fandom: Driven

Pairings: eventual Roger x Reader (maybe)

A/N: It’s Rich appreciation week! And since my copy of Driven just came in the mail the other day, I’m making it about Roger! So I’m going to try and write a 7 chapter Roger fic with the prompts from Rich appreciation week. Fingers crossed I can do it. Hope is high, but I have my doubts.

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Chapter 1: Coffee Shop AU

Nights like this were always a mess. Torrential rain falling in thick sheets and lightning cracking so close the walls shook. Customers were scarce. Not like Y/N could blame them. Just the short walk from the parking lot to the open doors of Shuffling Zombie Coffee was enough to drown someone. 

But Y/N wouldn't close her doors. She really can't right now. This is a fresh business still. Just recently opened and every second those doors stay locked is another cup she could have sold. Another bump to get her out of the red. She’s put her whole being into starting her life over, and come hell or high water (literally) she would make this work. 

Y/N had already sent her only other employee home for the night, Oliver, a sweet kid who just needed a steady job, something stable. He really didn't want to leave her here all alone, but Y/N insisted. The storm coming was a big one, and Y/N couldn't handle the thought of letting him drive in that. He was young enough to be her son, and Y/N just wanted to make sure he was safe. 

She hummed as she listened to the rain pouring on the other side of the front window, wiping down the glass cases and counters.  Might as well clean up since it was highly unlikely anyone would be walking through the doors for the rest of the night.

No one in their right kind would be out in this god forsaken weather. 

Bing bong

The sound of the door chime surprised her, but hey, a sale’s a sale.

Y/N eyed the man still standing at the cafe’s threshold. He was peering through the window, gray hood pulled up high to block her view of his face and his overcoat dripping pools of water onto her floor. There was a satchel clutch tightly in his hands. 

“Uh...Hello?” Y/N called. The man turned his head sharply, clearly not expecting anyone to speak to him. His eyes were still hidden under his soaked hood, but Y/N could see a bearded chin and the point of a nose, a drop of rain dripping off the end. 

Y/N felt a small pang of nervousness. But just as quickly the man turned to her completely, a hand coming up to toss his hood back, a warm smile on his face.

“Hey there!” 

The pang of nerves slid away, making room for a smattering of butterflies to make their way up Y/N’s throat. Oh, he’s cute.

“Some night out there, huh?” The man’s attitude was loose and carefree, the tense air surrounding him when he first came in dissolving away. 

“Oh. Yeah, it’s terrible.” Y/N flashed a smile, admiring amber eyes as he closed in on the counter. There was a moment where the two of them stood at either side of the counter in silence before Y/N remembered she had a job to do. “Um, welcome to the Shuffling Zombie. What can I get for you tonight.” 

“Um…how about…” The man sucked a bit of air through his teeth as he mused over the menu. “Let me get a macchiato with a double shot of espresso.”

“Wow,” Y/N said with a chuckle as she typed in the order. “A double shot this late? Must be a night owl, huh? That’ll be four seventy five.” 

“Nature of my job, I guess.” He handed over a crisp twenty.

“Sounds like that’d be exhausting,” Y/N said as she handed him his change. A step to the left and she picked up a paper cup, sharpie poised above the empty speech bubble over the snarling (but not overly terrifying) zombie face printed there. “Name?”

“Roger."

“Roger,” she repeated, a coy smirk on her lips  as she wrote. “I'll, ah, have that ready for you in a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” Roger smiled as he dropped some singles in the tip jar. “I'm...I’m just gonna step into the bathroom for a quick sec. Try to dry off a little bit.” 

“Should be ready by the time you get out.”

Y/N watched him go, caught the nervous look back he gave her, and mentally slapped herself with a chuckle. You can't ogle people like that. So she busied herself with making Roger’s drink. True to her word, his double macchiato was ready before he returned, but the real surprise was the new customer that had appeared at her counter. 

She hadn't heard the chime go off. Maybe she was a little too distracted thinking about the guy peeling his few outermost layers off in her bathroom. 

“Sorry about that,” she said, embarrassed. “Didn't hear you come in.” The woman across the counter said nothing. Just stared at her. Y/N’s nerves were starting to go off again. “Uh, what can I get you?”

The strange woman closed her eyes, lifted her head and took in a long slow sniff of the air. Her eyes opened again, and Y/N found herself taking a few steps back. “He’s here,” the woman said, her voice scratchy and deep.

“W-Who?”

She smiled, a terrible looking thing that had Y/N’s heart beating frantically in her chest.

“The man I'm going to kill.”

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To Us

Summary: Steve tries to do something sweet for Y/n for Valentine’s Day

Characters: Steve Rodgers, Y/n

Word Count: 894

Warnings: None, this is just a fluffy fluffy mess

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @sherrybaby14‘s Cutthroat Writing Challenge. I don’t know if I can admit what were my sabotages so y’all are just gonna have to guess. On another note, I’m hoping to release the first chapter of You’re Mine, Omega by Monday. I’d love for everyone to know that my requests are open. I’ve been obsessed with The Witcher lately and would love to write the soft bean that is Geralt. I have an idea of a few one shots I want to write. I’m also accepting song based requests because who doesn’t love those! Anyways, I hope y’all like this drabble and let me know your feedback. Also, before I forget, I will now be adding a Marvel tag list and a Witcher tag list. If you’d like to be on either, send me a message!

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"Look Rogers, all I remember is that she once mentioned her dad used to wear gold jewelry before he passed away. Something about it always reminded her of him. That's all I can tell you. You're on your own." Stark patted Steve on the shoulder before walking away, throwing a blueberry into his mouth as he entered his lab. Steve had been pestering him all week about Valentine's Day. He wanted to do something special for (Y/n). He hadn't asked her to be his girlfriend yet but he was hoping that Valentine's would be the perfect day to ask or at least, express his feelings to her. He paced the living room as he bit his lip trying to piece together what kind of jewelry (Y/n)'s father would wear. Why her father even wore jewelry was beyond him. Steve sighed as he let himself plop on the couch, letting his head fall back in frustration, as he closed his eyes tightly. Was it a gold ring?, he thought. Or a necklace? An earring maybe? Bracelets?! Steve groaned as he rubbed his head. This was going to be so much harder than he thought. 

It was now Valentine's Day, the weeks passing by in a flash. Steve stood in front of the mirror admiring the black tux Tony had lent him. It fit perfectly to his body. He ran his fingers through his longer than usual hair, keeping it that way, knowing that (Y/n) loved it. He closed his eyes, remembering the last time she casually ran her fingers through his hair, catching himself humming in contentment. He cleared his throat, knowing he had to focus. His eyes darted to the pile of jewelry he had on his desk that he stole from Tony, wondering if this was a bad idea. Steve couldn't talk himself out of it anymore, as he walked over, slowly putting all of the jewelry on. Standing once more in front of the mirror, his eyes widened. "I look like an idiot." Steve mumbled to himself. Both ears were clad with clip on gold clasps, his neck adorned with at least eight gold chains, if not more. Steve flexed his fingers, feeling the gold rings he had on every finger. He tried to fix the gold bracelets he had on his wrists but the gold watches he added were getting in the way. Before he could insult himself any more on his appearance, Steve made his way to the rooftop where he had an elegant dinner arranged, the floor covered in rose petals. The walls adorned with hanging lights with a soft yellow glow to them. He waited, hoping (Y/n) had gotten his message to meet him at their usual spot. 

About 20 minutes later, he heard footsteps. He took a deep breath, waiting until the door slowly opened. His eyes wandered over to the love of his life. Steve couldn't stop the giant grin that appeared on his face as he saw her. She was dressed casual, jeans, her favorite Captain America T-shirt, converse. Her eyes wandered around the rooftop, wide in surprise at how beautiful everything looked. Then when her eyes fell on Steve, all hell broke loose. She fell on her side from how hard she was laughing. Steve stood there a tiny bit uncomfortable as he watched her laughing. "S-steve! Why?" Was all she could muster between her laughs, sobs escaping her lips from laughing too hard. 

"I, uh, well doll, it's a long story.. How about I tell you over dinner?" (Y/n) finally stood, wiping the tears away as she made her way over to the table, sitting on the chair that Steve had pulled out for her. She watched how nervous he looked, wondering what he was doing. She watched him sit across from her. She bit her lip, wondering why he was wearing so much jewelry that it was practically dripping off of him. "So are you going to tell me about what you're wearing or do I have to guess?" 

(Y/n) smirked as she watched Steve's cheeks turn into a light shade of pink as he coughed. "I wanted to do something special for you so I asked stark what I could do. H-he said that your father wore gold jewelry. That you loved it because it always reminded you of him. I guess I got nervous. I didn't know what kind of jewelry he wore so I just put everything on." (Y/n) listened to Steve ramble with wide eyes as a soft smile appeared on her features. She reached over, grabbing Steve's hand as she spoke. 

"Steve, thats- nobody's ever done something so sweet for me.. Thank you." She bit her lip as she wiped a stray tear away. She extended her hand out to Steve as he looked at her bewildered before slowly placing his hand in hers but she shook her head, motioning towards the jewelry. "Give me half of the jewelry so I can join you in pimped out glory." Steve couldn't help the belly laugh that erupted. He took off half of all the jewelry, handing it over to her. He watched her put it all on, now both of them looking like idiots. (Y/n) smiled proudly as she took a sip of her wine. "To us." 

"To us." 

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[authoressskr]

october is it’s own magic

End of September

Characters: f!plus size reader, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, James Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, mentions of Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, and Nick Fury

Warnings: Language, no Beta, basically this is me writing for myself   ::    Notes: this will be a series. i will be posting it (hopefully*) every day until Halloween. And thanks to @firefly-graphics for the use of the divider!  ::   Word Count: 1700

Soulmate AU. Bucky has a secret admirer. They keep leaving him all sorts of autumnal goodies with little notes. But who the hell is it?!

Please do NOT repost, copy & paste, post, translate, or share my works on any other platform without my EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION.

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When waiting one night outside a Hydra encampment, hoping to catch a delivery being made in two days time, Bucky, Steve, Jim Morita, Junior Juniper, and Happy Sam Sawyer are all huddled around a tiny fire talking quietly while the others are doing rounds watching the camp and the only road into the Hydra setup.

“I hope she’s blonde,” Junior says as he takes a long sip from the metal cup between his mittened hands, the fire light casting dancing shadows on his face. At least they’re mostly blocked from the winds here.

As always, talk has turned to their soulmates. Gabe Jones is the only one to have met his out of their group, and honestly whenever they get a moment to breathe or they’re stuck waiting Hydra out, most of their minds turn to it. Steve probably more than the others since he’s holding out some high ass hopes that Peggy is his soulmate.

“I know Bucky’s type,” Steve singsongs, peeking like the little shit he is over the rim of his cup. Bucky rolls his eyes as he takes a stab at the last bite of his dry sausage on his plate.

“I don’t have a type, punk,” Bucky throws a little water on his plate and fork, giving them a quick scrub with the lukewarm water from the pot by the fire and shaking them dry before shoving them back in his pack.

“Sure you do! I mean, you aren’t too picky when it comes to who you’ll take out, but you have a preference. Brunette dames with brown eyes always seem to be the ones you pay more attention to. That and the ones who make you work a little harder for it.” Bucky stares at Steve like he’s grown a third eye, blue eyes slightly widened as Jim and Happy chuckle over the two best friends.

“I mean, I like brunettes...but I’m open to anything,” Bucky finally gets out, switching to a sly smile. “We know you like brunettes.”

“Jerk,” Steve mutters, his fingers going automatically to his pocket where his watch sat.

“So what would she be like if you could choose, Bucky?” Jim asks as Junior refills all of their coffee cups. Bucky inhales, pursing his lips while he stares at the flames and really thinks about it.

“I would like her to be brunette...maybe a lighter brunette with those red pieces that catch in the light. I don’t care about eye color, I just want them to show me all her emotions. Curvy. Not like curvy back home, with a tad extra hips and breasts...nah, I’m thinking more like those younger looking Italian ma’s...breasts that overflow your hands. A soft belly and a handful of ass. I always thought of a more oval or round face when I pictured her. Cute little nose. Everything is always soft when I think of her, even her smile when she looks at me. But she’s got a backbone, won’t take my bullshit.” Bucky snaps out of it a bit, shaking his head and looking up at Jim. “You?”

“Want me a nice California girl. Good cook. Long hair. Likes dogs. Wants to help me in the orchard with my family.”

Bucky, Steve, and Junior all nod their agreement, settling back into silence like when they’d been eating. Steve moves a little closer to Bucky, stretching his booted feet closer to the small fire before dropping his voice down for just Bucky to hear, “I didn’t know you wanted a heavier woman.” Bucky just smiles ruefully at his best friend.

“I thought before that maybe it was ‘cause of the Depression, ya know. But it’s still what I think about when I think of her. Just soft and round, I guess.” Bucky finishes lamely, looking from Steve back to the fire.

“No shame in it,” Steve nudges Bucky with his elbow. “I always wanted someone healthier, vivacious, who would see me as a man and not a sickly burden.”

“You were never a sickly burden, Steve.”

“To you. But women, they - well, want tall, broad shoulders…”

“So what you are now?” Bucky says with a grin, elbowing him back.

“I guess…”

“It’s okay. You and I have been talking about this since we could grasp what a soulmate was.”

“Do you think it’ll change any more after the war, Buck?”

“Nah. I think this goddamn war just solidified what we all really want. And pal, if we survive this all, I won’t stop til I find her.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from your stupid, persistant ass,” Steve agrees with a snort of laughter into his coffee cup while Bucky polishing off his own with a hard eyeroll.

All of that comes flooding back in an instant when Bucky is sat at the conference room table in Stark Tower memorizing the layout of the lab on the screen, when you slip in and quietly hand papers to Natasha. Dear God, he almost lets out a loud groan.

You’re like his dream soulmate come to life! Holy shit!

He knows he can’t *subtly* reveal his soulmate mark - it’s right above his right ass cheek after all - but he’ll fucking do it. Subtle or not.

You have cute little bangs that draw his entire focus to your eyes. God, it’s like this perfect blend of equal parts soft blue and a light green - more blue than an old Coke bottle - with these little spikes of amber or honey, he can’t decide the color right now, around the pupil. It’s not hazel, he is sure about that...in fact he knows that he’s seen eyes similar - usually more green and with a dark brown - a couple times in WWII, but not really since. When your eyes lift from where Natasha is pointing on the paperwork to meet his gaze, he’s trying to remember how to breathe. He watches as your cheeks pinken a little and you hastily drop your eyes back down to the paperwork. Dear Lord, you’re perfect. Not exactly how he pictured, but if he’s 100% honest, you are so much better in the flesh than anything he could dream up in any muddy forest in Europe.

You give Nat a small nod, then slip back out of the room, with his eyes following your every move.

“Well, if Bucky is done glaring and drooling over the analyst…” Sam snarks out from the front of the room, pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows at Bucky, who morphs his face into an actual glare at the birdbrain.

Clint looks over at Bucky, twirling his pen between his fingers as he shoots him an unreadable expression before his lips twitch up into a smirk at Bucky.

“I bet $200 that you can’t get her to have a conversation with you in the next two weeks,” Tony grins, cheeks round as his brown eyes challenge him.

Bucky doesn’t say anything, just smirks at Tony.

“Go ahead and continue Sam, Bucky is plotting,” Steve asserts with a smile and shake of his head.

“Planning,” Bucky corrects with a wolfish grin, completely missing the side eye that Natasha and Clint share.

A couple of days later, Bucky struts into your office with Steve’s paperwork and his own from the Sam-led mission. It had taken him about twenty minutes to find you in the staff database after the meeting, relishing in the sound of your name on his lips once he’d succeeded.

A soft knock has you looking up from your paperwork, and Bucky has to fight back a little whine at how beautiful you look and how small, almost delicate-looking, behind your desk. “Hi. I’m Bucky, Bucky Barnes. I have the paperwork from the mission for you. Mine and Stevie’s.” You smile a little brighter at him when he says Steve’s nickname like it’s amusing that he calls him that.

“I know who you are, Sargeant,” You rise, hand-stretched out for the paperwork, as you flush a light pink. When you are right in front of him, hand still stretched out, though now a little unsure is when he decides to turn on the charm, his mouth stretching out in an easy smile that he knows works on the fairer sex. It just makes you wrinkle your nose a little in confusion. “Um, the paperwork?”

“Of course,” He purrs, handing her the small stack of papers. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” Bucky asks finally, licking his lips before his smile returns full force.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the briefing room, Sergeant Barnes?” She queries softly, looking over at the clock on the wall.

“Huh?” Now he wrinkles his forehead, confused about this interaction and the - oh shit.

“For the next mission? The intelligence-gathering one in Nevada?”

“I forgot!” He starts moving out of the doorway before he remembers his question. “I’ll be back for an answer to my question!” He yells as he sprints down the hallway as Steve comes into his line of sight, shaking his head once he realizes where he was.

Once he’s in the smaller debriefing room, he does a quick scan for Tony - semi grateful that he isn’t there when he hears his voice from above and heaves a heavy and loud sigh.

“Reeeeaaaal smooth there, tin man.” Sam is trying to control his laughter and failing poorly as his shoulders shake visibly. Asshole. “Plus, I’m not sure that counts as a conversation either.”

“Like any good soldier, I was checking the lay of the land.”

“You were checking some bullshit, is what you were doing,” Tony’s voice comes again from overhead, making Bucky clench his teeth together. “Well, you have eleven more days to make it happen, Romeo.”

“I’m aware.”

“Alright,” Natasha begins, rising from her seat. “Let’s begin. This is strictly just an intelligence recon. Should be two days in Nevada, just outside of Reno...someone is paying for -” Natasha’s voice dies down as he focuses on where he could have misstepped earlier. He’s been relaxed, leaning against the doorway to make himself not as intimidating, he’s given the smirky smile that had only twice failed him in the 40s...where exactly had he gone wrong??

[almost october]

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How about a writing challenge where you rewrite the final episode?

Anyone game?

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