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burnin for you pt three | stranger things ; g.emerson

A/N ; I told you guys I love this idiot and I have officially kinda adopted his grumpy ass as one of my own damn it, but anyway... and I wanted to write this for him and all that jazz. Welp, here we kinda have me getting a late night idea about 'stupidest' nicknames that reader and Gareth could call each other -and of course, how to give reader at least one friend that's not hellfire / corroded coffin and a girl so she can do her girly shit and not seem so flat or tragic for me while also exploring reader's home issues and such and inserting ANGST, so here we freakin go.

I shit you not, when the idea for their nicknames came I died laughing. If you guys don't like them, oops? I guess just sub in your own chosen nickname? Look, I'm still working on making the switch from writing OC characters to doing x reader so uh.. I'm trying, lol. [ BTW, i'm gonna attempt to revisit or update the ones for Tommy and Billy, I just.. haven't thought of a way to do it yet. ]

Huuuge huge thanks for all the feedback, oh my god, y'all have been making my days so bright with the comments and the tags and the reblogs and the likes bc I dead ass did not think anybody would read anything I put out bc I am gremlin.. You have no idea how much it truly means to me and I thank you so so so so so much, mwah!

- Ashes

Pairing ; Gareth Emerson x sweet!girly!rich reader [ we're officially calling them pastels and plaid. ]

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; pt I | pt II pt III part IIII can be found here those can and should be read first, then this one.. first of all. Gareth has been aged up to 18 before anybody says a word. I'm putting that out there now. So there's no question about it. This is set in 86 BUT BUT.. the upside down, vecna and all the other stuff that goes along with is not a part of this, it's more of a slice of life thing. So if you're into that... NO DEATHS EITHER BTW.

Tag List ; @allelitesmut @aries-arcade @hcloangcls @heyaitsklaudia @krys-orion @musichealsscars and @scoobiessnacks are the only ones currently on my taglist. If you’d like to be on my taglist for anything I write, including Stranger Things [ here ] add yourself there.

Warnings ; Chrissy -and readers, not so great home lives and her relationship with jason are discussed here so there are some not so nice things (ie, her ED is hinted at here but not really discussed, Jason is an asshole, her mother is verbally abusive and readers parents are just plain neglectful killjoy types who alternate between never being around and purposely taking away things that make reader happy if she's not 'good enough' at them) so before I go any further, that's mentioned heavily in the beginning. It's not that graphic but it is there. Mentions of the devils lettuce + the boys doing a smoking circle after jamming in Jeff's garage, lots of internal pining and the angst that goes with it, use of nicknames/petnames (bunny and meatball, my mind at 2 am, babes i s2g) and that's it.

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You couldn’t sleep. The house was too quiet and your mind was way too noisy. There’s a park just down the street that you’ve been going out to the swingsets to sit on nights like this. It’s normally empty because this is the gated neighborhood and most of the people in it are usually asleep, so as you make your way down dimly lit streets towards the park, you’re surprised to learn that’s not the case tonight.

Chrissy Cunningham is sitting on the jungle gym, Leaned back with all her weight on her palms, her head tilted back as she gazes at the sky. Remembering she’s one of them, you’re about to turn and make your way back up the street but she spots you and jogs over.

“Wait. Don’t go… Please?”

You eye her warily, a hand on your hip. You start to turn and just walk away anyway because looking at her only brings back the way Brook, the queen bee at your old school confronted you in front of everyone at your old school to tear you down and humiliate you and ruin everything, but you happen to see the red in Chrissy’s eyes.

You try to tell yourself she’s probably high, everybody in your old clique at the boarding school you were in before life -and shitty, neglectful parents, landed you in Hawkins in the big lonely house on the end of the street. But something about that thought doesn’t fit. Then you remember hearing her mother shouting earlier, halfway up the block.

What’s more is you heard her over your father’s true pride and joy, a top dollar home theater system. That wasn’t on low volume by any means because you were trying to drive out the tomb-like silence.

You rub the bridge of your nose and it’s what she says next that sways you into sticking around. “Please don’t go. I…I won’t annoy you and this isn’t a trick, okay? I just... I want someone to talk to right now. Please?”

You take a deep breath. “Fine.” you finally respond. The two of you make your way back over to the jungle gym she’d previously been sitting on and for about ten minutes, you’re both just sitting in complete silence.

“The freaks..” Chrissy starts and you cut her off. “They’re not freaks.” you assert calmly, giving her a warning look. “They’re my friends. I think they are, I dunno...” you go quiet and your words trail off as you look down at the manicure you’d given yourself that afternoon while watching General Hospital and babysitting the two youngest Sinclair girls. You’d done the two girls nails to match, of course.

“Sorry, it’s just…” Chrissy swallows hard, swinging bare feet around, her feet making a soft thud when the heels of them met the wood plank behind them. “That’s what everyone around here calls them. It’s a bad habit and I hate it.”

“Then don’t do it. Y’know, you do have the power to change things.” you say it with a quiet laugh and you immediately apologize. “Don’t take my advice. Trust me.” you add a few seconds later. “Because I tried to change things at the boarding school I was at before… Only ended with me getting fucked over.”

Chrissy cringes and looks at you in concern, but closer up, you’re thinking to yourself that if anyone needs a concerned look right now, it’s her. You start to ask her if she’s eaten because everything about the way her face just looks so damn tired makes you think about Elaine from your old school. Before you can stop yourself and remind yourself that Chrissy is one of them and they’re not to be trusted under any circumstance, you’ve asked the question. “Are you okay?”

“The whole neighborhood heard it.” Chrissy mumbles softly. “I thought just this once she’d be proud of me,y’know?” she’s wiping at her eyes and you tense a little because all you wanted to do when you left your house was come down and sit in silence to look up at the stars.

Try to quiet your own noisy mind and all the doubts and fears in it for just a little while. Try to stop yourself from calling Gareth at fuck all o’clock because he’s the only one you sort of trust and you just needed to hear his voice because you’re determined not to give anybody - a friend, your parents, a boy, that much of a hold on you again.

Instead of admitting that you heard it because that feels like the wrong thing to do somehow, you shrug. “I was watching some stupid show.” you mumble quietly. It’s not a complete lie, you were watching tv when it happened. You just omit the fact that you heard her mother lashing out at both her and her father over the volume level of said television show.

She looks a little relieved that maybe one person didn’t hear her mother lashing out. You manage a weak smile and repeat your earlier question because to an extent, she hasn’t fully answered it. She looks down at her bare feet and shakes her head. “I hate being me.”

And you feel that in your bones. But you don’t say anything. She laughs and it’s a quiet and almost bitter sound. “I mean, perfect boyfriend, perfect grades, perfect body… You’d think I’d be happy…Right?” she shakes her head and mutters a quiet, “Forget it.”

“No,no.” you reach out for her wrist when she goes to leave. “Finish what you were going to say. It’s not like I’m gonna sleep tonight anyway.” with a mild shrug.

“Your parents too?” she asks and the question is almost hopefully phrased as she searches your eyes. You bite your lip and shrug. “Lack thereof, actually. They won’t be back from their little business trip until December, if they even come back. According to my father, they’re in talks to merge with some other entertainment business and go in together to open some nightclub or something. They could be gone a year or something, I really don't know..” you laugh quietly.

“Wasn’t your father talking to the mayor about re-visiting the whole idea to buy out the mall?”

“Yeah, he was. Then he got this offer and decided to go with it. Mayor Kline didn’t want to negotiate, something about the current owners of the mall had a better idea.” you shrug, rolling your eyes.

“So you’re there alone?”

“There’s a cleaning lady that comes in twice a week. It’s not like it’s a big deal.” you shrug it off. It is a big deal but you’re so used to the endless parade of service people in and out and the absence of your actual parents that now you just get numb because there’s no hope left.

“We weren’t talking about me, Chrissy.” you mumble after the silence gets just a little too thick. She sighs. “I hate him. I hate him and I hate my mother. But I still love her and I want her to be proud of me just once so I do everything I can…”

You gaze at her and nod. “Listen, this is your life. Fuck them.”

She manages a nervous smile. Twists a strand of strawberry blonde around her finger. “I wish it were that easy.”

“This is gonna sound selfish but trust me.. Or don’t, whatever.” you’re swinging your feet as you look up at the moon and stars overhead. After a second or two to pause and think about how best to word it, you decide to just say it. “Has that idiot Jason Carver ever done anything good or helpful for you?” you gaze at her.

“Well, no but–”

You shake your head. “No buts. Him ‘making you popular’ or whatever bullshit you were about to say is not important, it doesn’t count.” you laugh quietly. The more you sit and talk to her on the jungle gym in the middle of the night, the more you’re confronted with just how much alike you both are.

You don’t like that, it doesn’t sit well.

This in turn, leads you to sort of think that maybe it’s time you follow the advice you’re giving her. Or try harder to.

“Okay, what about your mother? When’s the last time she actually gave a shit?”

Chrissy’s mouth opens and closes and she’s in deep thought. You shrug mildly. “Do what makes you happy. To hell with your mother definitely, Hawkins High student body and especially that piece of shit Jason Carver.”

“Why are you telling me this? I..” she trails off, laughing softly. “I thought you hated us.”

No sense in deluding the poor girl, you respond quietly, “Most of you, yeah. I wouldn’t spare a drop of pee if most of you were on fire..” you gaze at her thoughtfully. “Maybe you’re different. Maybe it’s not too late for you.” and as you say this, you focus all your energy into it because if it’s not too late for her this means it’s not too late for you.

She manages a weak smile. “Maybe.”

“What does make you happy, hm?”

Chrissy giggles quietly. “There’s this boy.” she starts and instantly, you get the feeling you might possibly not want to hear the rest because if it all centers around a boy -because right now, god that sounds just way too close to home and you’re definitely not in the state of mind to deal with that just yet, it’s probably gonna be an awful disaster for her.

“No, I meant like.. Hobbies?” you clarify what you meant.

“Cheerleading. That really does make me happy. It’s the only thing that keeps me hanging on.”

Like your ballet. That your parents took you out of to put you in boarding school so they could jet around god knows where and do anything but be parents. Your mother claims to this day that she was doing it for your own good because you weren’t good enough and she was saving you from pain later, but you honestly didn’t care if you were any good or not, you just loved to dance. You loved the structure and the discipline because it was something nobody gave a shit about you enough to give to you at home.

Besides the one nanny you had when you were 10, the only one who acted like a goddamn parent and didn’t treat you like you were just some kind of little prop when needed. But they took her too because your father said attachments were something that would make you weak.

You nod and you smile a little. Before you stop yourself with the reminder that again, she is one of them and therefore, not to be trusted even a little, you mumble quietly, “Ballet.” and you give a shrug. “I was in classes but my mother decided I wasn’t doing well enough at it to warrant going anymore.”

Chrissy swallows hard and she doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. You mumble an apology because there you go again, making it awkward. “Sorry, I… That should’ve stayed in my head.”

“No, no.. It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

And she doesn’t.

Something she’s thinking about makes her smile just a little and you bite your lip, looking at her. “Okay, out with it. What’s his name?” you decide that maybe it's safer to stick to boys or whatever else you can both think of because this conversation is getting just a shade too heavy right now for you but you want to talk to her, you need to talk to someone.

“Eddie Munson.” Chrissy answers in an almost dreamy and shy tone as she laughs softly. "It feels so good to just say it."

You gape for a second and then you laugh quietly. “Wow. I..” you shake your head, dragging your hand through damp hair, “I was not expecting that.”

“You can’t say anything, alright? Please?” she begs.

You’d never say a word, one, because you dunno if she’s trustworthy or not just yet and two, you know how that feels. To trust somebody with something and then they take it and use it against you somehow, make a total mess of everything.

You rub your forehead.

This entire conversation has been one eye-opener after another.

Some necessary and some, like Chrissy’s confession about having a crush on Eddie Munson, totally shocking. But you feel a little lighter somehow. You come away with the desire to stop letting life run over you repeatedly. To stand up for yourself more. With everyone. To stop giving a shit about anyone who doesn’t give a shit about you.

“I won’t.” you manage a smile and hold up your pinkie despite it being the height of childish. She links her pinkie through and you both laugh quietly.

“Y’know..” you’re not even sure why you’re suggesting it, maybe it’s to save her from Jason Carver turning into a worse man later in life and her being trapped, maybe it’s just for shits and giggles because you cannot, for the life of you picture Eddie, an actual golden retriever idiot, - the thought comes with all the friendly affection you can muster, of course, with her.

“Yeah?”

“Eddie’s a way better person than Jason. Jason’s only going to get worse.”

Chrissy nods. The look in her eyes tells you that this isn’t something she hasn’t thought about a thousand times already. You shrug and lean back against the metal pull bar beside the top of the slide behind you so that you’re actually facing her completely. You laugh a little. “I need to take some of my own advice.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.. that whole fuck them speech? It was aimed at me too.” you admit, going quiet to stare down at the cracks in the wood beneath you. Chrissy laughs softly. “So do it.”

“You first.” you deadpan, sticking out your tongue.

“Okay, what if we both do it?”

“Do you think they’d be able to handle both of us just lighting a match and watching everything and everyone who didn't care enough and we no longer care about burn though?” you ask quietly, kicking your feet again as you admit in a quiet whisper, “Because I’ve got so much anger sometimes I can’t sleep.”

“I know what you mean. Mine isn’t… It’s more pain than anger.”

“Pain turns into anger, you know that, right? But the whole numb thing, that comes first most of the time. Or that’s how it worked for me.”

“Yeah.”

Both of you go quiet again and then she looks at you. “What’s it like?”

“Hm?” you glance up at her.

“Dating Gareth Emerson?”

You laugh softly.

“We’re..” you trail off and lean your head back against the wooden post. “He’s just my friend.”

“But you wish there was more going on… Right?”

You shrug. “A little yes, a little bit I’m too scared to even think about it. I’m a fucking mess, okay? Just like.. Trust me.”

“You don’t seem that bad.”

“Thank you.” you mumble.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” Chrissy is poking the bear because she doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t just tell him. She always sees you two around school. And everybody thinks you’re dating him, especially after the brawl that happened a week or two back between him and Mason Allen. A brawl that Mason Allen hasn’t quite gotten over just yet. The thought reminds her that she was going to warn you to warn Gareth and his friends to watch their backs, so she butts in to say so.

“Hey, you might want to warn Gareth.. And his friends. Mason’s furious because Gareth kicked his butt.”

“Oh he is, huh?” you muse, glancing at her. “Is he planning something?”

“Just says that when he catches him alone, he’s going to get him back.”

You scoff. “Yeah, like hell that’s going to happen. I won’t let it.” you assert.

But really, can you stop it? You weren’t brave enough to stand up for yourself thus creating the mess in the first place. Even as the thought hits you, you know that you’re at least going to try. Whatever it takes. Because you’re not going to let Gareth get dragged into something you should’ve been brave enough to handle on your own.

“I’ll warn him later.” you mumble to yourself. Chrissy circles back to her original question, asking again why you don’t just tell Gareth how you feel. You laugh softly. “You first, sweets. I happen to know Munson would be fuckin thrilled. He’s always watching you.” you give her a slightly warmer grin as you say it.

Chrissy nods and takes a deep breath or two. “It’s not that easy.”

“My point exactly.”

“I thought you were dating Gareth, I mean.. He calls you bunny. And you’re always with him. You’re both always kind of touching each other?” Chrissy points out quietly. You laugh again. “I have not the first clue where Gareth came up with that nickname. I just told him he could call me literally anything but my name because I hate it so much and then he started calling me bunny.” you shrug, laughing again. “Knowing him, it probably has to do with me eating vegetables and fruit. Something off the wall like that.”

“What do you call him?” Chrissy giggles as she asks the question, smiling at you all soft and serene.

“Never to his face and this doesn’t leave us, got it?” you look at her and take a deep breath before bursting into laughter. “Pretty boy. I uh.. Had a real interesting dream a few nights ago when I got a little crazy and raided my mom’s wine and I’m pretty sure I called him daddy a thousand times during that.. But seriously,” you’re staring at your pale pink toenails as you swing your feet back and forth, “I call him meatball most of the time. Because he’s stronger than he looks, meatballs are kind of a comfort food for me and like… I dunno where I was going with that. I called him tiger once and his face went so fucking red, it was the cutest thing…” you double over, laughing at your sap and stupidity.

You cringe a little. “That was way too much information.”

“No, it’s okay. This is nice. Can we?” she fidgets with the sleeve of her sweater while looking down, “Can we do this again sometime? Can I talk to you and stuff at school?”

You laugh and shrug. You don’t expect her to follow through on the talking at school thing, not even slightly, but you smile and nod. “Yeah. Sure. Why not?” you mumble, wondering to yourself the whole time if you’re going to regret it in the long run.

Something tells you maybe this time you won’t.

You haven’t regretted a single second since you made the decision not to get sucked right back in with the type of people you used to be friends with and be like, to an extent.

Chrissy grins brightly at you. You manage a slightly smaller bright grin. “Hey, if you ever need somewhere to go, I’m at the end of the street. The big blue house.” you point out your house to her and she nods. “I’ll probably take you up on that a lot.”

– ( jeff’s garage )

The heavy haze hung in the air and Jeff fanned in front of his face a little as he passes the joint to Grant. Grant took a hit and passes it to Eddie.

Eddie nudges Gareth and Gareth blinks.

“Okay, meatball. Focus, idiot.” Jeff laughs out.

Gareth gives him a dirty look and flips him off. “Fuck off, Jeff.”

“What? I can’t call you that but she can? I thought she wasn’t your girl… Meatball.” Jeff scoots himself away from the circle and lays on the cement slab floor laughing his ass off.

“Of all the nicknames. She picks that one.”Gareth shakes his head, laughing even though sometimes, it is a little annoying. But to be fair, you only started calling him meatball when he started calling you bunny.

And now, it’s become a habit.

“Pretty sure she’ll say the same thing, you call her bunny.” Eddie points it out and this prompts the rest of the little circle to glance at Gareth.

Gareth’s face is on fire and he gives Eddie a death glare. “Dickhole.”

“What? I heard you earlier.” Eddie shrugs.

“Of everything you could call her, man.. Bunny? Seriously?” Jeff questions.

“Why bunny?” Grant asks quietly as he fixes his gaze on Gareth, waiting on an answer.

Gareth laughs and shakes his head, taking a hit of the joint before passing it on to Jeff. He exhales and at first, he tries to just shrug it off without answering.

“You know the rule. Spit it out.” Eddie says it so sternly and with such a shit-eating grin at the same time that they all burst out laughing. “This is the circle, Gare. No secrets.”

“Fuckers.” Gareth grumbles, irritated. “Fine. If any of you says a word, I swear to Ozzy..” he trails off and grins, kicking his sneakers together as he leans back, propping on his hands to gaze up at the ceiling. “It’s that little nose wrinkle, okay? It’s.. It’s so fucking cute and it reminds me of that rabbit my older sister Sarah had. And she’s always kicking her foot against the desk.”

Jeff is laughing harder, so hard that he takes a hit and it nearly doubles him over because he can’t stop laughing and he inhales and nearly chokes himself down on the smoke in the process. “Say what now?” he looks at Gareth.

Gareth shrugs and cringes as he adds in a quieter tone, “And she’s shorter than me, there’s that. Look, she’s small and cute… Like a rabbit. If you assholes say one word, I’m gonna kick your asses, got it?”

“Okay.”

“Fine.”

“Scout’s dishonor.” Eddie taunts, smirking. Gareth leans out to give him a lazy shove. “Especially not you, asshole.” Gareth warns.

“Aw, he really is in love.”

“I’m not, damn it. I’m not.” Gareth insists, glaring at his friends even though he knows it’s a lie deep down. And even though it’s been weeks now and she hasn’t proven his original assumption right yet, he’s still living every single second that he knows you with the worry that eventually, the other shoe is going to drop.

Only now, he’s gone and fucked up, truly. He’s too attached now. So when -not if, because he’s convinced that this is too good to be true and any day now, he’ll wake up and it’ll have been a dream or a figment of his imagination, something, the bad thing does happen, it’s going to crush the guy.

The more he tries to fight it off, the deeper he winds up falling. It’s exciting, it’s terrifying and it’s frustrating as hell, especially lately, with the little nicknames and the way he can’t stop himself from touching you all the damn time.

“Just fucking do something, Gare. If you don’t, it’s going to drive you crazy and you will explode.” Jeff’s outburst has Grant and Eddie nodding in agreement. “The tension’s so fucking thick you’re kind of giving us all blue balls, idiot. Any second now,” Eddie wags his finger at Gareth with a smug look on his face, “You will explode.”

“I will not. It’ll be fine. Look, maybe being her friend is enough, man.”

“Bullshit.” Grant coughs but doesn’t bother covering the word as he does it.

“Yeah, he’s full of shit.” Jeff agrees, laughing as he shakes his head. “You’re full of shit.”

“That’s the biggest load of horse shit.” Eddie exclaims.

“Fuck all of you, alright? Why aren’t we talking about Munson making ga-ga eyes at a certain cheerleader, huh?” Gareth smirks when Eddie flips him off and he moves away from the circle, laughing. “Doesn’t feel so fucking great, does it?” he asks, folding his arms.

“Your situation and mine are totally different, shithead.” Eddie answers, going quiet. “Y’know I can’t tell her anything. She’s one of them.”

“And any day now, my girl could be too, idiot.” Gareth points out quietly.

Jeff shakes his head. “If you were any more stubborn you’d be a goddamn brick wall, Emerson. If she was going anywhere, she’d have done it at least the third or fourth day she was here. No… she’s always with you, with us, dumb fucker. Wake up.”

“I can’t with him, I really just can’t. Says all that and calls her his girl. Makes no sense.” Eddie mumbles, shaking his head too.

“You’re blind and an idiot, Emerson. And I mean that with all the care in the world.” Grant muses, taking a sip of a soda he only just remembers that he’d grabbed from Jeff’s kitchen earlier.

“As I said just a second ago, fuck all of you.” Gareth flips off his friends as he stands. “I’ll see you assholes tomorrow. Gotta get home.”

And as he’s leaving, his friends' opinions just won’t get out of his head. No amount of shoving them down will help, either because he’s starting to realize, even now, that they’re all right. Sooner or later -probably sooner, just being your friend isn’t going to be enough. It’s already starting, truth be told.

But the poor guy has not the first clue what to do to move things one way or another.

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader #gareth emerson x reader fanfiction #gareth emerson x fem!reader fanfiction #/// read the warnings on the top of the post #// i still fucking cant with myself and the nicknames.#// if you're wondering writer totally was not watching a pam and tommy series tribute vid when it struck.#// no no not i never.

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bellaxgiornata · 7 months

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hi!! i love your matt murdock fics sm, i recently discoverd Keep Coming Back To You and im absolutely obsessed and also insanely curious about how the story is gonna develop! I was wondering if you have an idea of when you'll be posting the next chapter on ao3? i totally understand that you might not have, but if you do i'd love to know so i have something to look forward to!! thanks sm for writing fics, hope you have a lovely day <3

Hey friend!! 💕

Thank you!! I'm so glad you enjoy them! I definitely have quite a few fics for Matt, that's for sure! I don't have a problem or anything, I swear 😅

OHHH!!! You know, Keep Coming Back to You doesn't often get a lot of love so this was a pleasant surprise! I always thought that fic might have been a bit crazy for most readers because of the plot and the zombies. It didn't seem to get too much love and that was around the time I started All These Years. So then that angsty fic blew up and I put KCBTY on a little hiatus (even though the next chapter was almost written).

I, ironically enough, have every intention to keep coming back to it 😆 I need to give it a read through again to reignite my passion for that storyline because it was going to be angsty once you get further into it. Starts off soft and sweet but then it's definitely an enemies to lovers fic.

So far I don't have a set time of when that will be updated, but maybe I should give it another read and post again and see if some of y'all are interested. Because admittedly I do focus on what seems to be getting the comments and reblogs because then I know y'all are enjoying it so it feels worth my time, if that makes sense? When there isn't much feedback on one thing and more on another, I focus on what seems to be liked.

But ahhh omg thank you for stopping by and leaving some love on that fic!! 💕 I might need to go back and think about it and that chapter that was almost written...

#bella answers #keep coming back to you is such a unique story #now that i have more readers on tumblr there might be more interest #because its angst and enemies to lovers #but with universe jumping and zombies

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pinkanonwrites · 2 months

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having a weird wording day, especially after that rumble fic that is. aboslutely going to coast me through the month, if not longer, but your work always manages to make me smile and i appreciate you a lot. rumbles so sweet and my face hurts from smilign and it was just what i needed. i hope you have a good weekend!

Aww, thank you so much! Rumble is really really fun for me to write for. He may seem like a weirdly specific pick for a favorite, but he's definitely one of my all-timers. And I just think underneath all the smashing and punching and roughhousing there's probably a bit of a sweetheart in there!

Hope you have a good weekend too, and thanks so much for sending this lovely ask! Getting feedback and comments and even just silly tags really fire me up to keep sharing my writing with all of y'all.

#pink chat #anon #nice comments

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the comment button is right there! the bookmark button is right there!! and they have a purpose ! stop trying to reduce ways in which you communicate and give feedback and start engaging with your fandom content creators i stg, y'all....making shit is hard enough without everyone constantly shouting about wanting to be able to kudos more times instead of simply commenting with, "second kudos" or "hey, i liked this :)"

cause if y'all think commenting is hard, boyyy have i got news for you about how much labor goes into writing and drawing blorbos for you to consume in the first place lmfao

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every night i rush to my bed with hopes that maybe i'll get a chance to see you

sweet dreams - beyoncé

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omg hi! It's been a hot minute! Hope all is well! I was wondering if I could get a Pietro Maximoff x Reader onshot with prompt 36. "I'll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren't worthy of being loved." Where the reader is being bullied online for dating him, and it's pretty angsty but has a fluffy ending? It's totally okay if it's a drabble or blurb as well. Have a good day or night! <3

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

Word count: 730

Warnings: online bullying, mentions of being insecure

A/N: Okay, my one-shot requests are closed at the moment so this is part of the writing hours, as I already clarified. No, this is not inspired by Olivia’s song, I just named the fic like that. I hope you enjoy this, thank you for requesting! <3 If y'all are wondering why I included my taglist in this - it's because i'm very proud of this piece and it would be amazing for it to get some feedback :)

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Dating Pietro is one of the best things that happened in your life. He’s sweet and caring, kinda cocky too but that’s just what you gotta take with everything nice - in a way, his cockiness is contagious and it made you a little more confident too. Which is a good thing, confidence never hurt anyone.

But not everything is daisies and sunshine; some people think that you don’t deserve Pietro. That he could find someone better, someone who’s more like him. You’re not an Avenger nor do you have superpowers. You’re just a normal human being with no secret life, no secret abilities and you like it that way. Yet it doesn’t help with insecurities; it’s like a little devil is always whispering into your ear about how people are right, how you should just break up with him, tell him he deserves someone better. It’s not okay and you know it, your relationship makes both of you happy but sometimes, the dark thoughts overpower the good ones.

Today is one of those days. You feel like the bullies are extra mean lately and today when you woke up something in you snapped. Of course, the first thing you did was go on Instagram and read the comments under your last post. Some were positive, sure, but some were crueler than ever. They developed from simple “he deserves better” to death threats and honestly, it makes you sick to think about it.

Even Pietro noticed something was not okay - the lack of appetite, cringing every time you look at your phone, increased sadness. He really wishes he could do something, help somehow but he doesn’t know how to approach the situation. All this relationship thing is new to him, even friendships too. For a long time, Wanda was the only person he could really call a friend and it shows.

“Hey, baby, how are you?” he starts as he enters the room, pressing a sweet kiss against your cheek. You smile, the first real smile in a while before replying with a simple “I’m okay,”

He could easily see right through you, knowing that was a lie but instead of pressuring you he decided on trying to convince you to tell him yourself. “Are you sure about that? You seem kinda… down,” he states, his tone nothing but soft. You know you should tell him, you really should but it’s just so hard - you feel like a burden, like you’ll give him something more to worry about as if he doesn’t have enough on his plate already. But deep down you know he’ll listen and help, if not anything else he’ll have good advice. As much as he can be stupid sometimes, he can also be damn smart.

“Okay, you’re right. The reason I’ve been feeling sad lately is because some stupid people have been mean on the internet. I tried to ignore it but the comments just kept getting worse and worse until I couldn’t help but wonder if they’re right. And believe me, I know I shouldn’t listen to them, that they’re only doing this because they’re jealous but it’s hard,” you finish, Pietro getting angrier with each second passing by. He didn’t know about any of this and it pains him that you wouldn’t tell him the minute it started but he also understands. Truth be told, he would do the same so there’s no way he can blame you - it still doesn’t stop him from wishing you would’ve said something sooner though.

“Oh, printessa, I’m sorry,” he sighs, pulling you into a big and comforting hug. You hide your face into the crook of his neck, him caressing your back. “You’re right. You shouldn’t listen to them. They just want to see how long it takes you to crack and they want attention. I wish I could tell you this will stop but it won’t. There will always be people who will hate but you gotta remember it’s all because their lives are so miserable they need to do this to feel good. All I can promise is that I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved,” he mutters, kissing the crown of your head gently. You just smile, glad that you decided to tell him - he said all the right things, just like you knew he would. And you now know that in the end, there's no way you would let anybody take Pietro away from you.

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gwynrielsupremacy · 3 years

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Time to rest your weary head: The End!

FIRST AND FOREMOST; I KNOW it took me a DAMN LONG TIME to update this, but lemme explain: This was my first fanfiction ever written in english, my first Gwynriel long-fic and the first fanfic I ever published and I didn't want to finish it (although I knew it must come to an end)

I am so grateful for all the love, likes, kudos on AO3, comments and reblogs I've been getting since I first started posting it. You have NO IDEA how much it meant to me; I've always found myself a little insecure to post my own fiction work, but this one have payed off and it's all thanks to you guys!!!!

To @katiebellf the one who lovingly suggested WRITE A FANFICTION OUT OF THIS bday headcanon and i sure as hell did!!! To @madie2200 and @starbornsinger for being so supportive and always making sure I'd get feedback, and to @thecrispypotatochip for your constant reblogs with your opinions + to every kind soul out here in this crazy virtual space that made sure to make me feel loved! (i see you all, and i love you)

ANYWAY, that's it guys! <3 This chapter of my life is finally over (ik i'm being HELLA DRAMATIC but put up with me!!!!! i love gwynriel!!!!) and I can't wait for you to see what's to come :) (btw i know i'm technically LATE since here in my brazilian timezone it's 1AM but think on the bright side... I hope y'all have a great dinner/breakfast/lunch surprise :)

Chapter List here and my personal Gwynriel hymn that inspired the title of this fic RIGHT HERE

PART 15: FINAL.

Azriel knew what he had to do.

As he beheld the circle of people in front of him all gathered around the dining table, his family, he felt a sense of calmness and quietude he hadn’t for a long, long time. His eyes quickly landed on Gwyn, who was motioning for him to sit by her side.

It was dinner night at the River House, and he had it all planned out. His shadows bounced around his shoulders as he took the seat next to his mate. As she engaged in a conversation with Emerie and Feyre, Nesta and Cassian leaned on each other, Rhys played with Nyx while Mor and Amren discussed about something he couldn’t bring himself to care about, he felt at ease. Peaceful.

Gwyn held his hand under the table, and he let his shadows hung around her freely. It was almost as they belonged to her, and not him. They had started doing it a lot more often, so the Inner Circle was supposed to be more used to it by now. Still, Azriel ignored Amren’s inquisitive eyebrow and turned his gaze to his mate; those teal eyes were eyeing him, and she squeezed his hand, giving him an almost imperceptible nod; a go-ahead sign.

Just like they had previously talked.

“There’s something you should know” Azriel started, immediately earning the attention of almost everyone at the table, since it wasn’t every day he opened up like that. Only Gwyn kept staring at her lap, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Is everything ok?” Nesta was the one who asked.

“We’re mates.” She blurted out, startling him – and everyone around, for that matter. He looked at her, amused, and then at the confusion that reigned across the table. In a second, a squealing Nesta and Emerie lunched forward and embraced his mate in a tight and equally loud hug, while Cassian spitted his drink, Mor clapped and Amren muttered a “tell me something new”, quietly smiling and raising her glass at Azriel anyway.

Only Rhys and Feyre stood in silence at their spots at the table, knowing smiles mirrored on their faces quickly noticed by Nesta, still with her arms around Gwyn.

“Why are you two so quiet?” Her eyes missed nothing, raising her chin at her sister and her mate. Rhys merely took a sip from his drink.

“They already knew.” Azriel found himself saying, and Nesta’s stare darted to him, and then to Gwyn, who was still flushed from all the fuss.

“And you knew they knew?” She furrowed her brows; he couldn’t identify if her tone was menacing or curious, but Gwyn wasn’t the one to feel intimidated by it, given the way she chuckled in response.

“It was all me.” Rhys raised his hands. “It was an accident; I didn’t mean to pry.”

“I need to train more on my mental shields, apparently.” It was all the priestess admitted, but kindly smiled at Rhysand and Feyre from across the table. “The High Lo- Rhysand, I mean- kept it safe for me. He found out earlier than Azriel did.”

“You were the one to realize first?” Nesta sat again at her spot besides Cassian, and turned to her friend surprised. Gwyn smiled smugly.

“By a short amount of time” Azriel couldn’t help but grunt out, unconsciously falling into their usual banter.

Her warm eyes landed on him, and she winked, still with that Cauldron-damned smile on, causing shivers all over him.

“Still” She shrugged irreverently and smirked playfully. “I knew it before you. Quite the Spymaster, huh?”

If everyone else at the table stilled slightly at her words, all but Cassian, who bellowed in laughter, Azriel couldn’t notice. Not when his mate’s stare was unfaltering, with that challenging look in her eyes she knew he loved. He immediately found himself joining his brother, again not caring if it was the first in a damn long time his family even heard him laugh like that.

Some time passed between casual conversation and sips of wine. In that time, Azriel was secretly arranging his next words in his mind. Just like Gwyn and he had previously discussed, the news went well; as deep down, he knew it would. His family had understood and cherished them both, and Azriel reveled in the peace it brought him, quietly admiring those people around him.

When his eyes landed at Gwyn, though, deeply immersed in conversation with Rhysand, he took in a deep breath, determined. There was still one more thing he had to do, one more thing she wasn’t yet aware. Something he knew, in his heart, was the right thing to do. Was the best thing he could do.

“Rhys” He called, and Gwyn immediately turned her head to him, eyes shining with pure curiosity. “There’s one more thing.”

He leaned in closer to his brother, resting his arm behind Gwyn’s chair. Rhysand’s expression was equally intrigued, but his voice was calm and collected when he answered: “Shoot, brother.”

“I need a break.”

“Oh?” Rhysand’s eyebrows shot up with surprise.

“Oh?” Gwyn echoed quietly.

Her burning gaze made him tear his eyes from Rhysand and stare back at her; something was glimmering in her teal ocean eyes. He couldn’t discern what it was. The rest of his family was still talking to each other, though the conversation had dimmed a bit.

“I have well trained spies all over the country; I could spend the rest of this week getting them ready to take my place for a little while. I’d be back in two weeks, if you’d let me.” Azriel continued.

Rhysand smiled broadly and promptly retorted: “What about two months?”

Gwyn gasped beside him. Something stirred within Azriel’s chest. Two whole months, with Prythian in the verge of a possible war, didn’t seem wise at all, and he was well aware of the fact.

But Cauldron-damn him, he wanted that. Needed that.

Suddenly, a vision of a shining blue lake under the afternoon sun came into his field of view. In his fingers, loose strands of a long copper hair, like burning fire under the sunlight. The only thing he could hear was the chirps of birds and the soft breathing of the young priestess who rested against his chest. For whatever reason, he could see it.

He felt his brother’s claws against his mental shield, bringing him back from his reverie:

You deserve it, brother. You two deserve this and more.

He had to blink away the tears that he felt coming up, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Then he looked at Gwyn, that smiling, powerful force of nature sitting next to him. He finally understood what that was in her eyes; the same thing Rhysand showed in his.

Pride.

And he knew his answer.

EPILOGUE

A few years later

Azriel woke up to soft humming. He squinted against the morning light, and frowned when he found the other side of the bed empty. His fae senses discerned the familiar voice coming from the bathroom, a voice he always seemed drawn to.

He lazily got up and followed the sweet melody that woke him up and lived in his dreams; leaning against the door frame, he watched as Gwyn slowly brushed her damp hair, the smell of lavender filling up the air:

"Hey, you"

Gwyn turned around, and smiled softly at him. That morning sight still made his heart flutter, even if it's been years now since they shared rooms in the House of Wind.

"Good morning, love" She neared him and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "What are you doing up? Thought you weren't tutoring today."

"I'm not" He hummed, embracing her. "But the bed was getting cold."

His arms felt perfect around her back as she placed her hands behind his neck.

"Ha-ha" She pouted, rolling her eyes at his little drama "My Ilyrian boy is missing me already? It's been less than fifteen minutes"

"What can I do? I love my mate and don't want her to leave me just yet."

She looked thoughtful, a playful smile on her lips: "Well, I suppose I still got time before I hit the library..."

In a second, Azriel was picking her up in his arms and carefully laying her on their bed as she laughed, and he admired just how flushed she got after a hot shower. Gods, he could never get tired of that view. He started peppering her face with kisses, trailing down her neck and smirking against her skin as he heard her sigh and claw her hands on his hair.

"Az..." She murmured after a few seconds.

There's something.

The fact that his shadows had to alert him that made his head shot up and stare into those deep eyes in front of him. She was still smiling, but faintly, and gently stroked his hair as if to soothe him.

He straightened up, leaning on an elbow to face her.

"What?"

"I think we should discuss something."

She seemed nervous, but her tone left nothing to the imagination. Whatever something that was, Gwyneth Berdara was already set on it.

He nodded, brows furrowed.

"You know I love you, and I'm so happy the way things are going. But lately, with you training Ren to one day replace you as Spymaster and me opening up the public library in Velaris, well..."

He swallowed, feeling his heartbeat fasten. But she only smiled further:

"I feel like we should do it now. Accept the bond."

Seconds passed and Azriel didn't know what to say, as he scanned her face for any kind of discomfort or insecurity. There was none. A jest, maybe? Could it be...

"I'm not joking, Shadowsinger. In case you're wondering."

She interrupted his thoughts, and brushed her hands against his hair once more, pulling him closer to her.

"Gwyn, you..." He was speechless, something in his chest glowing brighter and brighter he felt it could burst out of him any minute now.

"I want this, Azriel. And have been wanting it for a long, long time." She breathed in "Do you still..."

"Yes. Yes." He answered in a breathless laugh; the reality of it hitting him. They were doing it. Mates. Forever.

"Mating ceremony and all?" She joined him in laughter now, they both beaming. Azriel felt his cheeks hurt.

"Whatever you say, Gwyn. I'd love whatever you wish. I just want to be with you for the rest of my life." The words came rushing out, but he didn't care. Not when his mate closed the space between them and kissed him intently.

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Gwyn didn't go to the library that day, after all. They prefer focusing on other more... Urgent matters after their talk.

As they lay in bed together a few hours later, Azriel felt utter peace. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Gwyn's body tightly embraced in him, her hair soft against his chin, her breathing even on his chest.

He suddenly remembered this ancient tune his mother used to sing to him when he was no more than a kid. It was a sweet, tender lullaby about peace and tranquility. The one song he always remembered to sing against the darkness. One that seemed to originate from every cell in his body, intrinsic to who he was.

Lately, that song's been bringing him comfort and solace for one more reason. And he was singing it to her now.

And if Gwyn didn't move, nor shift her position, he knew exactly why. Moments in which he sang were rare, since he much preferred to hear his mate's powerful voice. And that song, that one tune meant so much to him, he knew she could sense it. He could feel her smile against his chest.

His shadows expanded and retracted around them both, cocooning them in darkness and playing around the room; temporarily set free.

He felt himself slowly giving in to a peaceful slumber as he went on:

And you would say

"Time to rest your weary head

Take your wings and go to bed

I know you want to show it all, my darling"

And I'd say

"Set me down and rock me, rock me to sleep"

All he sensed before sleep took over him was one, single kiss against his cheek, and a soft whisper against his ear.

He loved her too.

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quiveringdeer · 3 years

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I hope the readmore posts right. If not. Sorry non filthy followers. This is my first long more than a dm ramble slasher fic. So please be gentle. Would love feedback if you feel inspired to!

Many thanks to @thesightstoshowyou for encouraging me to turn my original rambling into something more. And to @youtastelikesugar for beta reading for me! Love y'all dearly!!

Warnings: Minor character death, abuse, noncon, sexual themes, asphyxiation, strangling, really really not for the casually thirsty. It hits pretty dark moments that go far and some may not want to read. 18+ Please head these warnings!!

You and Bo are an item. Let's not dwell on the how and just focus on the now, shall we?

He's still got the anger issues but for the most part when it comes to y'all you work them out in the bedroom. Or his truck. Or kitchen. The theater. Hell, even that one time on the roof of the house. Who knew stargazing could make someone so frisky?

When Bo needs to have things rough, which is almost always, it's nothing you can't handle. If it was you wouldn't have made it anywhere close to this point in your relationship.

No. You offer up whatever Bo needs. And for a while you are more than enough.

But there's a deep darkness there. And sometimes his hands around your throat merely rendering you unconscious isn’t enough to ease the tension built up inside him.

So you come to an agreement. If he needs this one thing you can’t provide personally then you’ll let him take it from others.

If you’re topside when new visitors roll in it becomes your own little game betting on which one he’ll choose. And no matter how much the flirting escalates or how many days he keeps them locked away under the station, you’re the one he comes home to. You’re the one providing everything else he desperately needs and desires.

But as with all things there’s always a threshold.

So it comes to pass when a sweet young thing roles into town with a couple friends. Immediately you know which of the prey Bo will zero in on. He’s so predictable at times. Or more accurately he’s predictable to you because you know him so well. Sometimes better than he knows himself with the way he still tries to deny those thoughts and feelings that aren’t so easy for him to accept.

You do your part. Leading persuading the other friends to follow you to the house while Bo works on their car. Certainly some refreshments and home cooked food for their bellies is better than standing around while he fiddles with their car.

A smirk curves your lips at the face you expect him to make at your flippant comment about his work. Then quickly falls when you realize his attention is too enraptured by his chosen quarry. Swallowing down the sour taste of jealousy blooming on your tongue you force an easy smile back to your lips.

“Don’t take too long Bo.” You call out as you usher the other visitors out into the Louisiana heat. You’re proud of how carefree your tone comes off. But he catches the warning, meeting your eyes with one of those patented smirks of his.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Darlin’.”

A small but sweet acknowledgement of claim that easily washes away that bitter tang of jealousy lingering at the back of your mouth. You were his and he was yours. Even if the victim was unaware or ignoring it. All that mattered was that Bo remember that.

Vincent takes care of the other two with ease as they sit at the small dining table outside the kitchen door. Just as you’re bringing out two chilled glasses of lemonade to the table he’s knocked them both unconscious. Blessedly without spilling too much blood.

It’s why you’d moved a table out here to sit the victims. The dark wood of this room easier to remove stains than having to regrout light colored tile in the kitchen. Never again you’d vowed.

Dinner has come and gone. Vincent has already posed and coated the others in wax. Moved onto the smoothing and carving of their new flesh.

You take extra time in the shower. Allowing the warm water to ease the tension you’ve been carrying since serving dinner for three instead of four. You deep condition your hair and breathe in the calming scent of eucalyptus and vanilla infused candles. You take time letting your hair air dry while exfoliating your face and moisturizing every inch of your body.

It’s near 10:30pm and still Bo hasn’t come home. You know he’s fine. His new little toy deftly restrained in his own undertown “workshop.” But usually he has the decency to come home! Is he planning on spending the night there?

That bitterness from earlier is clawing up your throat. You blow out the relaxing candle that was doing a pisspoor job of keeping you relaxed and move into the bedroom. You weren’t going to wait up for him. With any luck you’d be asleep by the time he dragged his ass home.

One. Two. Three. Three fucking days of Bo spending all his free time at the damn gas station.

In those three days you couldn’t pinpoint exactly why THIS particular fixation of his was making you so agitated but enough was enough.

Packing up food from this night’s dinner that he’d forgone, yet again, you make your way into town. The gas station doors aren’t locked. Why would they need to be when no one entered the boundaries of this town without you all knowing.

A heavy bassline thumps through the radio speakers in the lobby. You pay no mind to the words as your ears zero in on the strained screaming of the poor soul who’d become Bo’s current preoccupation.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply you school your expression into a stoic mask then descend into Bo’s DIY Tartarus.

This door is locked. In case the prey finds some way to get loosed you presume.

“ ‘M busy!” You hear Bo growl out over the woman’s reinvigorated pleas for help.

“I advise penciling me in.” You call back in a sickly saccharine voice. You tended to stay away from either of the twins’ workshops. Even with his hydrophobic and soap-phobic tendencies you found Lester’s art more tolerable. If you wanted to watch any of the brothers with their chosen crafts.

You believe you hear Bo say something like “stay there” but the soft volume makes you assume he’s not talking to you. Moments later there’s a click before the door swings open to reveal a sweaty, shirtless Bo. Jeans slung low on his hips and haphazardly zipped with the button at his fly remaining undone. “Hey Suga’. What brings ya by?”

With more force than necessary you press the bag of leftovers into his chest while pinning him with a pleasantly chipper smile before walking around him into the space. “Dinner. Figured you’d need something to refuel from all the activities keeping you away from home.” Your gaze sweeps the dim room, drawn immediately to the lamp light illuminating the mattress right in front of the door.

The poor woman is stretched supine on the dingy sheets. Arms above her head, wrists bound tight with duct tape. Legs spread wide and tethered by the ankles with some thick, garish yellow nylon rope that prevent her from closing.

“Thanks Darlin’.” Bo mentions cautiously. Your temper isn’t volatile and unpredictable like his. It’s piercing and direct, like a bullet. And when he had his wits about him he did well to remain out of the line of fire. Though obviously somehow he’d gotten pulled into your sights. He moves closer to you, leaning in to kiss your cheek. A gesture you allow, leaning your cheek out for him in encouragement.

“Welcome. This is a different setup than I remember.”

“Made a few changes.”

“Hmm..well. I’m not here to interrupt too long. Feel free to continue.”

A smirk balances precariously on his lips as he pins you with a skeptical look. “Ya wan’ta watch?”

“Yeah.” You respond with a casual shrug. “I want to see what’s so captivating about this one to keep you here so much.”

“Alright Darlin’.” Bo kicks the door closed and sets the leftovers to the side before moving back in front of the woman on the bed who’s returned to pitiful sobbing. “Looks like we got an audience sweetheart. Better make it a great show hn?” That patented smirk is fully lodged on his face now as he pushes denim and cotton down over his hips.

You think about remaining standing to the side but something urges you to sit down on the mattress, near the victims mucus and tear stained face.

Bo pumps his cock against his palm, pretty baby blues raking over your form as you reach out to tenderly stroke the woman’s hair. She’s babbling again. Begging you for mercy. Mercy you aren’t in any position to grant at this point. Without warning Bo snaps his hips forward, sheathing himself completely in the warm sloppy mess he’s made of her cunt. The force jolts her body up the mattress as it rips a high pitched yelp from her throat

“Shh...Shhh…” You coo, fingers still tenderly stroking over locks of filthy hair. Dried cum, blood and sweat matting them into clumps you don’t attempt to untangle. Your soothing goes unheaded as Bo wastes no time upping his face. His fingers digging bruises into her hips as he brutally batters her overused hole. The woman’s shrieks ramp up in volume alongside his pace. The pitch ear splitting. You wonder how after three days she hasn’t completely lost her voice. Brows pinching into a scowl you stand from the mattress. The motion raises Bo’s gaze to you but his movements don’t ease up.

You’re not sure what has possessed you to these actions but in moments you’ve kicked off your shoes and pulled off your own jeans and underwear. The discarded jeans land close to the mattress as you step up to place a foot on either side of her head. Carefully you lower yourself until your pussy hovers over her open mouth. “If you’re not gonna be quiet then at least be useful.” Bo’s thrusts have stopped now. Watching you in a slight daze as you straddle the other woman’s face, frowning down at her as you speak. “Now lick. Do a good job and maybe I’ll find you a way out of this mess. Hm?” You lower your hips as her tongue eagerly lifts up to meet your slit. Willing to do anything to escape this hell she’d found herself in.

A deep appreciative moan spills from your lips as you close your eyes and focus on the feel of her tongue lapping over and between your folds. When Bo doesn’t immediately begin his vigorous thrusting you open your gaze to him. “Well? You gonna let me have all the fun now?” Fun? Who were you right now?

A genuine smile you’d almost label sappy blooms on Bo’s handsome face. One of his hands extends up to grip your chin firmly, pulling you forward enough to kiss you deep. All tongue and teeth for a long few moments before pulling back and restarting his punishing pace. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Darlin’”

The phrase does more to light a fire in your belly than the tongue working your sex or his hungry kiss. A smile brightens your own face as you close your eyes and rock your hips against the woman’s face. Reveling in the positive feelings swirling through your body instead of the negative ones trying to launch up to the surface.

In time you reach down and swirl your fingers over her clit. You’re sure Bo has worked her through numerous orgasms in the past few days. He gets off even more manipulating that pleasure from bodies that try hardest to resist. But you want to gift her some pleasure. Surely she’s earned it surviving this long.

Together you pull multiple orgasms from her overloaded body until the fatigue is too much and her body sinks exhausted against the mattress. Barely any energy to keep motion in her tongue. A limp and sleepy doll is no fun for anyone.

A dark idea lances to the front of your mind. It sets off a shudder through your body like a firework exploding in a radiant sphere of lines with each fizzling out along your nerve endings leaving your whole body tingling. Before your rational mind talks you out of it your hands move around the woman’s throat. It’s strange from this angle but you do your best to apply pressure against her carotid artery and vagus nerve with your thumbs. Causing that beautiful build of pressure which makes one feel like they’re floating. Hands overlapping the front of her throat, the sides of your fingers apply enough force to cut her access to new oxygen without smashing her trachea. The loss of oxygen is enough to immediately spark renewed energy throughout her body. Her bound wrists beat against your back weakly as her body begins to jerk and convulse beneath you both. You know it’s one of Bo’s favorite ways to finish and you want to show him that you can be a part of snapping the tension built up inside him.

Your gaze trails from where his hips continue bucking into this latest little doll up to his baby blues. She wouldn’t survive this. But you would. You’d still be here.

“Mine.” You state firmly, leaning forward seeking a kiss which he earnestly provides. His hands cup your face hard while he snaps his hips. Once. Twice. Three times and he’s spilling into her cunt for the last time. Your hands remain closed tight on her throat until the thrashing stills. You can now give him everything. Without your body ending up forever unconscious to be discarded for another. You can give him everything he needs and desires. Only you.

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dameronsgalaxygal · 4 years

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I’ve Been Waiting For You-Chapter 9: Andante, Andante

series masterlist

Pairing: modern!poe x reader

Warnings: smut (18+), language, mentions of past abusive relationship.

Word Count: 4117

Song: Andante, Andante

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long! I have been so busy but I finally had the chance to sit down and write! thank you for being so patient with me, I love you. ALSO this song is important, so I encourage you to listen! and yes, this one is smutty y'all. this is my first time writing smut, so bare with me. feedback and comments would be greatly appreciated! taglist is open!

Summary: You find yourself wanting to get closer to Poe in a more intimate way.

You woke up earlier than Poe the next morning. You rolled over in your bed to see Poe, his mouth open slightly as tiny snores escaped him. You smiled. He was beautiful even when he was sleeping.

You reached over, pushing the curl that was resting on his forehead back and kissing his forehead. He stirred and closed his mouth briefly before returning to his snoring state. You chuckled, smiling at him for a moment before heading into the living room.

Rey sat at the dining table with a bowl of cereal. She gave you a small smile as milk dripped down her chin. You laughed and pointed to your chin for her to wipe it off, in which she did.

You grabbed a mug from the cupboard before turning the coffee pot on.

“How’re you feeling?” Rey asked, her mouth still full of Cheerios.

You smiled softly, pouring yourself a cup and turning to face her.

“I’m feeling good.”

She swallowed her food, smiling widely. “Good.”

“It feels nice, knowing I don’t have to hold back anymore. It hurts, sure, but knowing that I have nothing to hide anymore...it's like a release. You know. Poe knows.” You sat down in the chair next to her.

Rey nodded as Rose emerged from her bedroom with a wide grin across her face and a robe around her body. You and Rey both cocked your eyebrows.

“Good morning!” She sang.

“Morning,” You both laughed.

“Have a good night?” Rey smirked, standing up and walking to the sink to rinse her bowl.

“Fantastic.” Rose sat down across from you.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Every day I thank whoever built this apartment for building very, very thick walls.”

Rose giggled and sighed dreamily.

“So,” Rey started, leaning against the counter, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Well…”

The sound of two doors opening caught you and your roommates attention and you flickered your eyes to the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

A sleepy Poe appeared in the hallway rubbing his eyes. You smiled, your head resting in your hand.

Behind him appeared a familiar figure that had come from Rose’s room. Your jaw dropped.

“You’re sleeping with Finn?!” You looked at Rose.

Poe stopped in his tracks before turning around to see his best friend biting back a smile.

Poe smirked, “I knew it!” He pointed at his roommate.

Finn shot him a look, “No you did not.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed as the two boys continued to bicker back and forth. Rey gave Rose a look that said ‘nice job’.

“How long?” Poe asked Finn as he approached you, putting his hands on your shoulders and kissing your head.

“Two months now,” Finn and Rose answered together.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” You chuckled.

Rose shrugged, “You didn’t ask.”

Poe laughed lightly before grabbing himself a cup of coffee.

Rose and Finn continued to talk about their evening while you sipped your cup of decaf and Rey made her way back to her bedroom to get ready for work.

You stood up, walking to the counter where Poe was lingering.

“You work today?” You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded, “Flight at 2.”

“Where to?”

“Dallas.”

You nodded, setting your mug down and wrapping your arms around his neck. “When will you be back?”

“Saturday morning.” He leaned down to peck your lips. “Why?”

You shrugged, your fingers playing with the curls at the back of his neck. “Just wondering.”

He smiled softly, “Do you want me to come over when I get back?”

“Or I can come over. I work until 3. I can come over after.”

“I’d love that” He smiled widely, kissing you again.

His lips were soft and warm, the familiar sensation sending a shockwave through your body.

You pulled away after a moment, sighing softly and keeping your eyes closed.

“You okay?” His voice carried worry.

“Yeah, I think so.” You smiled, eyes opening to catch his.

He smiled before kissing your forehead. “I’m proud of you. For opening up. I know that wasn’t easy.”

“It wasn’t. In fact, It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” You let out a dry laugh. Poe frowned.

You noticed his face change and shook your head, moving your hands from the back of his neck to cup his cheeks.

“I’m glad I did it.” You ensured him.

He nodded with a sympathetic smile.

“Thank you. You’re the first person I have trusted with all of this. I couldn’t have done it without you. I love you.” You rested your forehead on his.

“I love you too,” He whispered.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

You wanted to tell him over and over again how much you loved him. You wanted to make up for every single time he said it and wouldn’t say it back because you were scared. You weren’t scared anymore.

It was funny, you thought it was going to take you years to get over your trauma, let alone be in another relationship, but Poe was so different. He changed your mind about so many things. You loved him, and you wanted to prove that to him.

He kissed you again before getting out of your embrace and going to talk to Finn. You stayed in your spot in the kitchen for a moment before seeing Rey come out of her room.

“Rey!” You walked over to her as she grabbed her purse from the couch.

“What’s up?”

“Can...can I talk to you about something?” You turned to look back at your boyfriend, then back to your cousin. “Privately?”

Rey checked her phone before replying , “Can you make it quick?”

You nodded, walking to your bedroom. She followed you inside, crossing her arms.

“You okay?” She asked as you closed the door slightly.

You took a deep breath and sat on your bed. You were nervous.

“Y/N?”

“I think...I mean, I want…” You started. Rey cocked her eyebrow.

“I want to go further with Poe. Physically.”

She smiled, “You mean you want to fuck him?”

You shot her a look, “When you put it that way, it makes it sounds like I want to go feral.”

“You don’t?”

“I do,” You admitted, “Just not...yet. I want to take it easy.. Connect with him. If something happens...that’s too much.. I just don’t want to be manhandled right away after getting out of my relationship with Kyle,” You sighed.

“Talk to him.” She said, sitting on the bed beside you, “You know he respects you.”

“I know...but… I don’t know. I mean, the last time I had sex was the day before I came to Florida and...fuck, it hurt. It was just..” You shook your head to fight back your emotions.

“I know,” She put your arm around you.

“Talk to him.” She repeated.

You looked at her, smiling softly.

“He loves you, Y/N. I see it so much.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Knock, knock.” Poe knocked on the cracked open door to let you know he was entering.

You smiled at him as Rey stood up.

“I gotta head to work, I’ll see you both later.” She gave you a look of encouragement before heading out.

You sent her a small wave before standing up to meet Poe.

“Everything okay?” He rested his hand on your cheek, brushing an eyelash away from under your eye.

“Everything’s great.” You turned your head to kiss his palm.

He grinned before releasing his hand and going to grab his shoes from the side of your bed, “I gotta head home and get ready for work, but I’ll see you Saturday?”

“Absolutely,” You ensured him.

“Great. See you then, love you” He gave you a sweet kiss before leaving.

You couldn’t wait for Saturday.

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“Can you pass me the Tapatío?”

You reached over the dining table to grab the small sauce bottle, passing it to Poe.

“I don’t understand how you can add that to the ribs that are already drenched in barbecue sauce, which by the way, is kinda tangy. Warn me next time.” You took a bite of your barbecue pulled pork sandwich that was causing a mess in your hands.

Poe laughed as he poured some Tapatío on his stack of ribs, “What, you don’t like a little spice?”

“Oh I do, just not that much! I would much rather be able to feel my tongue when I eat.”

“Weak,” Poe teased in which you shot him a look. He just smirked.

Fuck, that smirk.

You bit your lip slightly as you examined his facial features. You had taken in his looks before, he was your boyfriend for pete's sake, but you were feeling something different now. Since you had told him about what you had gone through, you felt so much more brave. So open. So vulnerable.

It was almost as if one feeling had completely left you and another arrived. Loathing for Kyle was replaced by love for Poe. But there was still something missing it seemed like. That physical connection.

You and Poe continued with your take-out meal and cleaned up your faces and hands since you had both gotten barbecue sauce all over your lips and fingers. Poe suggested that you two watch a movie up in his room since you had finally gotten comfortable being at his place after spending the night after your half-year anniversary a few days ago. Of course, you had only slept in the guest room, but again, you weren’t scared anymore. Plus, you would never pass up an opportunity to cuddle Poe in a big fluffy bed.

“Did you plan on spending the night?” He asked as you crawled into his bed.

“I don’t know, we’ll see how tired I am.” You shrugged.

“Well,” He crawled next to you, “If you decide to stay, let me know. I have some pajama pants and a T-shirt you can wear.”

You nodded, putting your hand on the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. He kissed you cautiously, as normal, and slowly.

When you didn’t pull away after a few moments like you normally do, Poe let a hand sneak up your blouse and rest on your waist. That’s when you pulled away and Poe removed his hand.

“I’m sorry,” He panicked.

“No, it’s-” You began.

“I didn’t mean to… I’ve been so good at controlling myself.”

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth. You swore he was sweating.

“Poe..” You spoke as he rambled.

“I understand if you want to go lay in the gues-”

“Make love to me.”

Poes face shifted completely, his lips parting slightly, “What?”

You sighed, crawling into his lap and putting your hand on his cheek.

“I can’t live in fear forever. You..” You took a breath, “You have been there for me since the day I moved here. You helped me get on my feet with a job..you became my best friend in a matter of weeks. I...I fell in love with you so fast, and while that scared the shit out of me and I couldn’t say it when you did...I now know what I want. I want you. I trust you.”

“Are you sure?” He asked you genuinely, “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. And I’m sorry if I’ve been pushy toward the subject. You know I would never..” You placed a finger on his lips to silence him.

“I’m sure. I love you, and I want to do this with you. I feel so emotionally connected to you, and I want to..” You took a breath, “I want you to show me what making love feels like. I’ve never felt it before,” You whispered the last part.

He gave you a soft, sympathetic smile as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Baby, you remember what you told me? Kyle put you through so much pain when he would have sex with you and I don’t want you to relive that.”

You shook your head, “That’s why I want to do this with you. Because I know you’ll make me feel beautiful. You’ll make me feel safe again. I love you, Poe.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He spoke softly. If you two were going to do this, he wanted to do it right.

“So,” You swallowed hard, “I want you to touch me.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but Poe happily obliged.

He smiled at you again before kissing you once more, except this time his kisses had more meaning. More passion, More love.

Your hands ran up and down his chest as his ran up your blouse to your back, his fingers soft and light as they grazed your spine.

He pulled away, looking into your eyes for any second thoughts. He failed to find any.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure.”

“Promise me you will let me know if anything becomes too much, okay?” He slowly laid you back on the bed.

“I promise. Just...take it easy with me, please.” You spoke breathlessly.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He pressed soft, gentle kisses from your cheek to under your jaw then back to your lips.

“Okay, you can be a little rougher than that.” You giggled.

Poe smirked before kissing you with a bit more urgency, his hand coming up to rest on the side of your neck. His tongue traced over your bottom lip and you let out a small moan, giving him just enough space to enter your mouth.

He tilted his head to kiss you deeper and you let out another moan before he detached his lips from yours, reattaching them to the warm skin located along your neck and shoulder. He pulled back only to remove his T-shirt.

Your eyes fluttered closed, a sigh full of content escaped your lips. He kissed down your neck to right above the collar of your pastel pink blouse. He stopped, looking up at you. “Can I?”

You looked down at him, nodding slowly. He smiled, his hands coming up to slowly unbutton your shirt. You arched your back to give him easier access to take it off of you, tossing it to the floor. His fingertips traced the lace of your black bra before reaching around you and putting his fingers on the clasp. He gave you another look, waiting for his cue to continue. You nodded and he removed your bra in a second.

You blushed, looking away when you saw his reaction upon seeing your breasts.

“Baby,” He smiled, his hands now gently running over your stomach, “You are so beautiful.”

You looked at him, your cheeks completely flushed.

He leaned down to kiss you, “So damn beautiful. Can I touch you?”

You nodded quickly, your hand shooting up to rest in his curls.

He attached his mouth to your breast, sucking gently and releasing a small gasp from your lips. His other hand rested on your stomach, rubbing over it gently. He moved to your other breast, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. You arched your back, already overwhelmed by the way he was making you feel, and he hadn't even reached where you really wanted him.

“Poe..”

He detached his mouth, “Is this okay?”

“More than.” You smiled, running your hand through his hair. He smiled back before kissing down your chest to your stomach right above the waistline of your leggings.

“Are you one hundred percent positive you want to do this? We can stop now, I don’t mind.” He looked up at you.

You shook your head, “I don’t want to stop. I want to feel you.”

With that he leaned up to kiss you again, his hand tangling in your hair. He kissed down your cheek to your neck, your collarbone, your chest, your stomach. He didn’t let an inch of your exposed skin go unkissed. He wanted to take his time with you. To cherish you. To love you.

When he arrived at your leggings again, you rose your hips slightly, giving him permission to slide them down your legs. He kissed your thighs, the feeling of his lips against you making you tingle. He looked up at you one more time before hooking his thumbs underneath your panties, removing them slowly. He smiled.

You bit your lip, already aching for him.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked in which you giggled.

“Please.”

He ran his hands up your body as he settled himself between your legs.

“You’re already so wet, baby.” He smirked before kissing your core softly.

You gasped, a hand shooting to his hair immediately.

His tongue worked slowly, taking in your taste as much as it could. He reached one hand up for your free hand to grab. You took it gladly, squeezing it tightly as his tongue worked against you. He sucked gently on your clit, allowing a moan to escape your lips and your hips to buck forward.

“Please, Poe. Do-don’t stop” You whimpered.

You could feel him smile against you as his tongue continued to lick stripes up and down your throbbing pussy before pushing his tongue inside of you. You began to squirm, tiny whimpers and moans escaping your lips.

“Fuck, Poe.” You arched your back as the muscles in your belly began to tighten, “I’m gonna…”

He pulled back, his free hand rubbing tight circles on your clit, “Go ahead, baby.”

Almost on cue, you let out your release with a whimper of Poes name. He reattached his lips to your pulsating core to ride you through your orgasm, looking up at you as you tried to catch your breath. There was a shimmer in his eyes that you had never seen before. It almost made you want to cry.

He pulled off, licking his lips before crawling back up to you to kiss you again, “You taste so good, baby.”

You whined at his words, pulling him in to crash your lips to his. You reached down as you kissed him to play with his belt buckle. Without removing his lips from yours, he pulled his belt from the loops and unbuckled his pants. You pulled away, watching him as he removed his pants and boxers. Shit, he’s big.

You gulped before trying to adjust your position, reaching for him but he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“I want to take care of you,” You told him.

He shook his head, “This isn’t about me. This is about you, about us. I want to take care of you. Make you feel good.”

You relaxed, nodding slowly. He smiled, kissing you gently before reaching onto his nightstand and grabbing a condom. You stopped him and his face immediately dropped.

“Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head, “I want you to come inside me. I’m safe and on the pill.”

“Baby..”

“Please, Poe. I want this, I want you.” You begged.

He gave you a soft smile before nodding and placing the condom back in the nightstand. He leaned down to kiss your neck as he pumped himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he slowly pushed inside you. The new feeling caused your breath to catch in your throat. You closed your eyes, pulling him tighter to you. He was big, like nothing you had ever experienced before. The way he stretched you made you whimper.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his thumb stroking your cheek gently.

“I just, need a moment..you’re bigger than I expected,” You laughed sheepishly.

He chuckled, “You let me know when you want me to move, okay?”

You nodded, pulling him for another kiss. This time, it felt magical. It felt like there was nothing else to worry about in the world, like your past with Kyle didn’t even exist. You felt like Poe was the only person in your life that existed. This was the closest you had ever been to him. Literally.

You pulled away, his forehead resting on yours. “Move, Poe. Please,” You whispered.

He kissed you again as he slowly began to thrust in and out. You let your head fall back into the pillows as he pushed further inside of you. The ring connected to the silver chain that circled around his neck rested delicately on your chest as he thrusted.

“How’re you doing, sweetheart?” He brushed hair away from your forehead.

“Good, so good, Poe.” You said breathlessly, smiling up at him.

He smiled back at you, kissing you again, grabbing your arms that were wrapped around his neck. He intertwined his hands with yours, resting them on the either side of your head as he kissed your neck.

“Faster, Poe, please.”

He obeyed your request, picking up the pace. He let out a small groan, burying his head in your neck. You squeezed his hands tighter with a high pitched whimper. He made you feel so full, you were sure you never wanted him to leave from inside of you.

One particular thrust brushed right over your sensitive spot, causing you to arch your back. Poe released his hands from yours, his arms snaking under your back and pulling you tighter to him.

“Is that it, sweetheart? That the spot?” He asked as he hit it again.

“Fuck, yes, Poe, right there,” You whined.

He managed to continue hitting the spot inside you that made you feel so fucking good. You felt your walls begin to clench around him and you gripped his back, fingernails digging slightly into his tan skin.

“You're so warm, Y/N. I love you,” He whispered in your ear.

You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut as he reached a hand down to rub tight circles against your clit.

“P-Poe, please,” It was barely audible.

“Almost there, baby. Can you hang on for a few more seconds?” He said breathlessly into your neck.

“Fuck, yes.” You grinded your hips against his as you both reached your high. You had had sex before, but none of it ever felt like this. You felt cared for, loved by, and connected emotionally to Poe. He made you feel wonderful, in more ways than one.

“Shit,” Poe whispered, “Can you cum for me?”

You nodded quickly as you completely clenched around his length. Squeezing him tightly against your chest, you wrapped your legs around his waist to push him all the way inside of you.

“Poe..” You moaned as you released.

“Y/N,” He followed immediately after you.

You gasped for breath as Poe thrusted lazily to ride you both out of your orgasms. Your hands tangled in his now damp hair as he collapsed fully on top of you. His hands snaked back around your waist as he rested his head on your chest.

You both lied there for a moment in comfortable silence catching your breath before Poe looked up at you.

“How was that? Are you okay?”

You smiled, hands continuing to play with his curls, “I am perfect.”

He smiled widely, leaning up to kiss you with such passion. He pulled away to rest his forehead atop yours.

“I love you,” He said gently.

“I love you too,” You kissed him again.

He pulled out of you, collapsing on the bed next to you. You frowned at the loss of contact.

He looked over at you and pulled you to him. You rested your head on his chest, your fingertips gently traced over the small initials tattooed above his heart, which by the way, was beating a million times a minute.

“Thank you,” You whispered, eyes focused on your fingertips.

He smiled, “You don’t have to thank me for anything. You deserve everything and more.”

Your eyes stung as you felt them begin to water with tears. You had never felt so loved before in your life. You had only known Poe less than a year, but it was like you had known him forever.

“Baby? You’re crying.” Poe squeezed your shoulder as he felt a teardrop hit his chest.

You looked up at him as another tear escaped your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He sat up a bit, pulling you closer.

“Nothing. I’m just overwhelmed with happiness,” You smiled softly through your tears, “No one has every made me feel so loved before.”

He gave you a soft grin, leaning down to kiss you again before pulling away and wiping your tears with his thumb.

“I love you, Y/N, so much. And I plan to prove it to you and show you your worth for as long as you’ll let me.”

You chuckled softly, wiping your tears and putting your head back on his chest, “You’re such a sap.”

“It’s just the truth!” He laughed.

“I know. I just...have never really felt this way before. I didn’t think I would be able to after...everything.” You sighed.

He traced tiny shapes on your back as you continued, “You’ve shown me hope and love. I cannot thank you enough, Poe. Because of you I think I’ll fully be able to heal completely. I trust you more than anyone. I know we only met nine months ago, butI feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

He was silent, all he gave you was a smile and a kiss to the crown of your head. You snuggled closer to him, closing your eyes and sighing happily.

“I think I’ll stay the night tonight,” You giggled as you yawned.

He smiled, “Sounds good to me.”

It didn’t take you long to drift off, but Poe laid still, stroking your back and staring up at the ceiling.

You had given yourself to him, something you were so scared of doing in fear that you would end up hurt and betrayed. He had known your past, your trauma, your secrets. You had told him everything.

But he hadn’t told you everything.

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dreamystuffers · 3 years

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pick 5 people that make your fandom experience wholesome and write a small paragraph about each one of them 💖

omg okay!!! I'm sorry if I forgot anyone or anything!! this is also in no particular order but I hope y'all know I love literally all of you :3 also brain squishy and incoherent enjoy

1) well firstly definitely you @miniwaves

you're seriously one of the sweetest people on this site :3 thank you for always being one of my biggest supporters reblogging everything and sending me nice comments and feedback :DD you're one of my first friends on this site and I'm glad we've stayed friends for so long throughout my several kpop phases as well!! ilysm and I can't wait to meet you in person someday

2) @chilligyu

lex my number one inspiration and mentor :3 you've been by my side since like day one and have always pushed me to become the best content creator I can possibly be. thank you so much for always being there through the good and bad times and for being you :3 ily!!

3) @ezralia-writes

elv my partner in crime and the other half of my one braincell!! we're two peas in a pod, dumb and dumber (and occasionally even dumber). you truly make my day with the random shit we send each other haha :3 thank you for sticking by my side through all of our network disasters and my god awful singing and random spam. you're literally the loml smooch :DD

4) @dropofgoldensun

APRIL I WILL SMOOCH U!!! u left the sweetest comment on my fic and then on literally everything else and now u are stamped on my heart ilysm :DDD ur an amazing friend and always so sweet with everything you say :3

5) @haechsan

maaike I l o v e u s o m u c h. literally you leave the cutest comments on my writings and you always take time to message me first (I am so terrible at texting first I'm so sorry) but thank you for always being kind and for making my feed pretty with your gifs and absolutely godtier graphics.

I have an infinite amount of honourable mentions but I am also on break and need to use the bathroom so LOL bye <3

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Up In Smoke-(Bucky/Reader)- Chapter 4

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Ok, this is a short chapter. It's been a little difficult getting some writing done the past couple of days. Just trying to stay consistent and putting out chapters regularly. Please, I'd love some feedback on what you think of the story so far. Thanks for coming by and reading my work(s)! Love y'all!

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Up In Smoke Master List

James eyebrows shot up. Damnit. This could be bad. She could be a double agent. Or a triple agent for all they know. Had to go and develop a crush on the enemy. Dumbass.

Steve turned to Fury. “Did you know?”

“Of course I did. And, no I don’t think she is still working for them or HYDRA, Captain Rogers,” Fury says with an intensity in his eye that could level a city block.

James looks at you. He finds it so frustrating that he can’t read you. Your expressions give nothing away. Only mischief. You meet his eyes and frown. Not a look he wanted to see on your beautiful face.

Steve, however, was not buying it. “Then, how come she didn’t know about Protocol REX before today? She could be playing us right now and you wouldn’t even know. The same way you didn’t know that HYDRA was hiding within SHIELD.”

Fury takes a breath, but never looks away from Steve. “I do not make the same mistakes more than once, Rogers. I have been more than thorough since then. She is clean.”

“I was 17 when FOXHOUND recruited me. W-” You hesitate. The memory makes you let out a shuddering breath. Closing your eyes, you steady your nerves. “My sister and I were orphans living on the streets in Bangladesh. And, before you ask, no I we are not from there.” You inhale deeply.

Steve is watching you intently, but you can see in his eyes he’s really considering that you’re telling them the truth. James is looking at you with searching eyes.

You continue. “I’m not sure how long we were being watched. But, apparently, our pick pocketing and manipulation skills were impressive enough for them to take us in.” You shake your head at the thought of your little sister. “All we ever knew was survival. We did what we had to so we could eat. They trained us and for a long time we did what was asked of us and were allowed to live a life. It was,” You search for the right word, “...euphoric.”

Fury looks at you knowingly. He knows why you left. The conversation came up after you agreed to help him. James caught the look. He knew something went wrong and it had to do with your sister.

Now, you look at Steve in his eyes again so he knows you’re not bullshitting him. “FOXHOUND gave us so much, but they took so much more from me. It wasn’t enough that we were used to carry out their dirty little deeds just so we could go stroll through the park once in a while. Or, have a drink on the beach.” You shake your head, disgusted. “No, they always needed more. My sister was killed cleaning up one of their messes, and that same week they already had someone filling her spot.”

Your fists are clenched and your expression is hard. You can see your sister’s sweet smile and your heart breaks all over again. You can’t speak because of the knot in your throat. Surprisingly, Steve puts a hand on your shoulder. Your expression eases.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says softly. “It’s just hard to tell friend from foe these days. I won’t risk the lives of our team on the word of a stranger. Especially one who kicked two super soldier’s asses so easily.”

This makes you laugh and you can feel yourself getting back to the playful side you loved to indulge in. “Then, will you please take my advice on Shadow Moses? I don;t want to see anyone else get hurt or killed because of them. An opportunity will arise. We just gotta give it a little time.”

It takes Steve a moment before he agrees. “Alright, fine. I guess we can continue with what we had originally discussed,” he says to Fury.

You look at James who is still looking at you with those searching blue eyes of his. You can see the wheels turning in his head. He was trying to figure you out. Maybe, you’ll give him just a bit more on your date.

James was sitting on the jet going over the details of the mission. There was a last minute change that made him feel giddy and annoyed simultaneously. While he was originally supposed to go to Denmark with Sam, Steve decided to send you with him instead. It annoyed him because of all the stupid comments about focusing on the mission and not on his new girlfriend that were made. And, of course he was giddy because he was going to be with you.

The two of you will be using an abandoned cottage overlooking the HYDRA base. From there you should be able to scope it out for an entry point. The plan is to take them down quietly so they can’t alert their other bases. Once the two of you have formulated a plan, SHIELD will be on standby to secure the base and take the HYDRA agents to the RAFT.

In the midst of all this, of course, you were looking forward to spending so alone time with James. You couldn’t say why, but you do like the man. Even if you’ve only just met him. Something in his eyes spoke to you, and you decided you were going to run with it. Life is too damn short to not have some fun.

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shaekingshitup · 4 years

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A/N: Okay. So, this was supposed to be a completely different story with more thot antics than romance. But then this idea came and I decided to choose this one instead. I’m still just practicing over here. So, any feedback is appreciated. 😊 This is my first and most likely last fic that will be with a real celeb. So, I hope y’all dig it. It will be a series. So, expect more! I'm just not certain how I feel about writing for real humans that exist. AS ALWAYS, shout out to @glittermakesmesmile for always reading first and making things make sense. She’s wonderful. Be on the look out y’all. 👀

Pairing: Trevor Jackson x Black OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2265

“I WANNA FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY! YEAAHHHH I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY. WITH SOMEBODY WHO-” Jayden stopped belting out the Whitney lyrics as her music paused and her Trey Kennedy ringtone filtered through her car’s speakers.

RING RING RIIIIIIING. RING RING RING RIIIIING RING!

She looked at her screen and the unsaved number which was staring back at her.

“Hello?” she asked trying not to let the aggression creep into her voice towards whomever had ruined her jam sesh as she weaved through the madness that was LA Traffic.

“Hey girl, how you doing?” greeted her with a sweet Southern twang

“Oh shit! It’s Terrell” Jayden thought automatically as she began gushing. All aggression was temporarily forgotten.

“Hey boo! I’m just circling the block trying to find a spot. I’m makin’ a pit stop at Blue Bottle. What’s up? Can I grab a coffee for you?”

“..bring me their Single Origin?” Jayden heard coming through in the background.

“Nigga” Terrell chuckled in an incredulous tone without losing his good humor.

“Who’s that? Is that Matt?” she asked trying to piece together what was going on. She was supposed to be meeting Terrell in 45 minutes. She was barely 3 miles away from his place. She’d planned the day out perfectly so that she would be on time, for once in her life. You only win the Shits & Giggles Song Association once. I mean, how could she be late for THAT?!

It sounded like there was some sort of disagreement happening on the other end as Terrell’s voice came in high pitched and strained “No. That’s not Matt, it’s-,”

“Wait, it’s my fault. Let me tell her” said the mystery person on the line. Jayden was confused as she put her car in park and grabbed her headphones so that she could continue to have this conversation while she stood in line at Blue Bottle.

“Ugh. Okay,” Terrell relented.

“Hey Jayden. It’s Jayden, right?” spoke an unfamiliar male voice on the other line.

“Yes.. and this is?” Jayden questioned as she opened the door and was blindly greeted by a barista.

“Well hopefully, the one you grab a Cold Brew for.” chuckled out of the other end of her phone.

“NIG-GUH. Where is my henny? Cuz I can’t wit yo ass,” Terrell hollered in the background and Jayden heard some generous pouring being done.

“Okay. Can someone please explain to me what’s going on? I’m fourth in line so if you want anything I need some answers first. Who is this?”

“Damn. Straight to it. She’s kind of feisty. She gotta be a fire sign.” Jayden heard this come in muffled as if the person was trying to communicate out of her earshot. She sighed outwardly. Typically, she had more patience than this. However, LA traffic really brought out the worst in her.

“Third in line.” she said, “and about 10 seconds away from using some choice words with you myself.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Let me explain. My name is Trevor. Trevor Jackson” he paused. Jayden waited for some further explanation. This name wasn’t ringing a whole lot of bells for her and she didn’t see the point in him being on her line. She was still confused; although, having a name did cause her to simmer down a little. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket while he spoke and was getting ready to Google “Trevor Jackson” but she was bombarded by all of the texts she hadn’t received while her phone was in drive mode.

“Okayy, Trevor who wants me to bring him coffee. What’s going on?” she asked in a genuinely curious tone and without her previous bite. She made her way through the barrage of “Congrats”, “Good luck” & “Don’t Fuck Up!” texts her family and friends had showered her in.

Trevor took his time providing her with an explanation. He was measuring out his words and how he would respond “Look, I know that you’re scheduled to shoot your Song Association episode with Terrell soon and that’s great! Congratulations on the win, uh, by the way! But, I had a mix up on my end. I thought that I was supposed to meet him today at 2 pm. Instead of next Saturday at 2 and I’m actually going to be unavailable at that time. So, I was thinkin maybe I could go first since I’m already here. Then, Terrell can just shoot yours afterwards? Plus, my mom’s here to watch me do this because she’s a big Terrell fan and it would mean a lot.”

Well when you play the mom card. Jayden thought

The boy was lucky there was only one register at this Blue Bottle and that the person ordering right now had a lot of complicated orders or his lengthy answer may have caused him his Cold Brew.

“Okayy. That makes sense,” Jayden says, “ I blocked off the rest of my day to be here so I can hang around. I get to watch yours right? I mean you’re not gonna just ask me to bring you coffee and then make me leave?” she giggled as a way to relieve the nervousness she felt about the situation and then she waited because she was certain this Trevor guy nor Terrell would ask her to leave. Right?

She was met with silence. Absolute and complete utter silence. There was no sound whatsoever on the other end.

“Hello? Helllo? Did y’all put me on mute?” Three seconds later there was roaring laughter and she stepped forward. She would be next in line real soon.

“Yes! I’m sorry I accidentally put you on mute. But thank you! Thank you! My mother and I truly thank you.”

“It’s okay! Does your mama want anything while I’m here?” Jayden asked.

“Oh, yeah. Uh please get her the tea. I promise I got you when you get here.

“It’s fine,” Jayden responded. “Well, I guess I’ll see y'all soon. It’s my turn,”

“Thank you Jayden. I really mean that.”

“Not a problem” she said.

17 minutes later Jayden was sitting in her car in the Guest Parking garage that Terrell had told her to park in when she arrived.

“Here” she texted.

“Meet me at the elevator” was her reply.

Jayden grabbed the drink carrier and her mini black backpack and headed for the elevator. By the time she made it to the door, Roxy was there to let her in.

“Hi Jayden” she said.

“Oh my goodness, hiii” Jayden said as she gave Roxy a hug with her free hand. It was just sinking in that this was real. She was really about to be on Song Association. She loved watching the series & was ready to come for Miss Amber P Riley’s perfect score. She definitely didn’t have the perfect vocals to match. However, her competitive nature was not going to let her miss out on this opportunity to fuck this game up.

“Hey girl, thanks for being so cool about today,” Roxy said as they stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button for the fourth floor. “We’re going to be doing lots of filming today so we can get this content out on schedule.”

‘Yeah, it’s no problem,” Jayden responded, “ Like I said,I already set aside the rest of my day for this. So, it’s really not a problem. Plus, this way I get to say I saw this Trevor guy on Terrell first!” she laughed.

“You’ve really never heard of him before?” Roxy inquired.

“Mm-mm” she shook her head in the negative.

“Wellll, you are definitely in for a treat,” Roxy smirked. The elevator dinged to let them know that they had made it to the fourth floor.

She took a right out of the elevator and led the way down the hallway until they made it to unit 414. Roxy opened the door and Jayden was immediately met with fresh air. After the heat of the LA sun, the cold air was refreshing.

“Miss JAY-den!” Terrell called out to her once he heard his front door shut. He set his glass down on the table. She couldn’t help it. She broke out into a full faced grin. She couldn’t even see anything but his hallway and all of her teeth were already on full display. She followed Roxy deeper into the apartment and when she saw him she was so overwhelmed that she wasn’t sure what to do. Terrell hopped off of his stool, removed the drink carrier from her hands by placing it on a nearby table and greeted her with open arms. In that singular moment, Jayden felt welcomed and as if she was the most valued individual in that room. So, of course it was at that time that she made the fated mistake of looking over Terrell’s shoulder and got a real good look at a well-groomed and delicious piece of chocolate. Trevor gave a slight wave which she returned with a smile.

“MM. I am so glad that you’re here.” Terrell said as he rubbed circles in her back and gave her all of the reassurance she needed to be there. She was still nervous. But she was starting to think that this was all planned and for a purpose.

“I’m so glad to be here!” she replied as he released her from their embrace.

“And BIIIIIIIIIITCH. This is a WHOLLEEE ASS LOOK! We gone talk about this later boo. But can I get a twirl?” Jayden did one better. She retreated back towards the hallway and came back in full runway flair. She strutted into the room, twirled and looked over her shoulder as she headed back towards the entrance. Finally, she strutted back one last time and gave Terrell a smirk. His energy was contagious. She had nearly forgotten that there were other individuals in the room.

“Oh yeah. Definitely a fire sign,” Trevor commented as he reached for whatever concoction Terrell had prepared for him prior to her arrival.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. Where are my manners?” She reached for her drink tray and provided him with his Cold Brew, “Trevor, I presume?” she asked as she stretched the drink out to him. He responded with a smile of his own.

“That’s me.” Trevor verified nodding his head. He took the drink with his left and shook her hand with his right. “Thank you Jayden. I really do appreciate everything. What do I owe ya?”

“Oh no, that’s fine. Don’t even worry about it.”

“Nah, I got you. What’s your venmo? Cashapp? Zelle? I got you.” Jayden ignored his queries and responded with his own.

“Where’s your mama?” Just then, an older Black woman with tight skin, a tight body to match and some of the kindest eyes Jayden had ever seen came from around the corner. She was really out here showing that Black don’t crack and she wasn’t even on camera!

“Hi Mrs. Jackson, my name is Jayden.” she smiled and handed the older woman her tea, “here’s your drink ma’am. I got some sugar too just in case you’re like me and like it sweet.”

“Thank you so much sweetheart. I love sugar. I need just enough to keep the diabetes at bay” Mrs. Jackson responded as she too embraced Jayden in a hug. “Your timing is perfect actually. I was just heading out.” she said.

“Oh no, is everything okay?” Jayden asked hoping she wasn’t being too nosey in her first impression.

“Oh yes darling. Trevor’s brother Ian has an event today too and I told him I would be there. But, I refused to miss the opportunity to meet this young man and see my baby boy get a few songs in on this game.” Mrs. Jackson clarified. “Thank you so much for this tea. Trevor, did you pay this young woman for this?” she asked sharply. Jayden could tell two things about Mrs. Jackson off the bat: 1) she was kind 2) she was no nonsense . The look she gave her son spoke volumes. It said “I know I raised you to be polite. I don’t care who you singin for but you better be respectful and don’t expect nothin from no one. Not even a damn coffee.

Damn. Jayden thought.

“I’m working on it ma.” Trevor told her. “Okayy baby” Mrs. Jackson said while continuing to stare at her son. The lecture left her eyes and was replaced with a knowing look while she smiled at her son.

Well Miss Jayden, I mean it. I do appreciate it, and good luck to you on your game too. I’m sure you’ll be wonderful,” she said as she hugged the young woman one final time. Mrs. Jackson continued around the room saying goodbye and hugging everyone. “Terrell, make sure you don’t go easy on my baby boy. He got this. We been practicin’, ya know.” .

Jayden watched the woman, enamored by the similarities between Mrs. Jackson and her favorite aunt. Jayden was so caught up in her thoughts, she initially missed Mrs. Jackson’s final goodbye to her, catching only enough to ask the woman to repeat herself.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jackson, what did you say? Jayden stammered out flustered as she had gotten so in her own head.

Mrs. Jackson paused before scurrying out the door to support her first born “ I said I’ll see you soon baby”, giving the young woman a wink and mischievous smirk before disappearing out the door.

Jayden stared at the door, mouth opening trying to figure out what the woman had meant.

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lovelyrocker · 4 years

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Love Is Blind Ch.36

~ RPF

~ Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Lexi Ackles(OFC)

~ Pairings; Jared x Lexi(OFC)

~ Warnings: None

~ Word Count: 3,085

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Lexi rolled over in her queen bed, the sound of the wind whistling outside made her shiver, the blanket slipping from her shoulder. Jared tightened his arm around her naked waist pulling her against his firm bare frame. The tree branches scratched against the windows, Lexi opening her eyes in the dark room.

"Is it still snowing?" Jared mumbled into her hair.

"I think so." Lexi sat up reaching for Jared's shirt on the floor. Jared bit is bottom lip seeing the sheet slide down her bare back in the pale light that shone from beneath the bedroom door. "It sounds like it’s gotten worse out there." Lexi commented turning out her bedside lamp to find her panties.

She slid them on and opened her curtains to see glowing white snow falling from the sky in a heavy downpour. Jared having slipped on his boxers was behind Lexi peering out the window.

"I think it’s safe to say we are in a full blown storm." Jared said sarcastically. Watching as the wind bent the trees as if they were rubber. The snow moved across the ground as if snow piled on the ground was a white ocean of waves. A tree branch snapped, the wind sending it flying into the power lines, sparks lightening up the sky with a bright flash of white. Jared and Lexi jumped back as the entire house went black. "You okay?" Jared asked Lexi.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She felt her way to her side table. "I have a flashlight somewhere."

The bedroom door opened and a beam of light shone through. "Y'all okay in here?" Jensen asked as Lexi turned on her flashlight. Both Jensen and Lexi then turned their light on Jared, Jensen only seeing his naked upper half. "Please tell me you're not entirely butt ass naked."

"I have underwear on." Jared answered with his hands up.

"Thank God." Jensen breathed out before turning to Lexi. "You may want to spend the night downstairs where it will stay warm."

"We'll bring blankets down." Lexi smiled at her brother.

"Fully clothed!" Jensen flashed his light back at Jared. "If you don't mind." He walked out of the room with an eye roll.

"Here." Lexi giggled handing Jared his pants. "You're not getting your shirt back, though."

Jared slipped his pants on. "It looks better on you anyway." He leaned forward buckling his pants placing a kiss to her lips.

Jensen had pushed the giant L shaped sofa close to the huge fireplace that was burning so bright it lit up most of the giant living room. Jared had hauled down an arm full of fluffy blankets and plush pillows. Lexi was in the kitchen, the kettle beginning to whistle on the gas stove. Jared leaned his shoulder against the wall,arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face as he watched Lexi fix a cup of tea. His eyes scanned over her, his cowboys t-shirt nearly reaching her knees, her bare feet and pink pedicured toes. The dark wine colored hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back in thick waves.

Lexi looked over at him seeing Jared through the dim candle light across the room. "What?" Lexi paused smiling at Jared. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jared dropped his arms and walked over to Lexi slow and calculated. Like a lion inching towards its prey. He took her face into his hands and kissed her hard.

"What was that?" Lexi asked out of breath when Jared finally pulled away.

"I love you." He told her running his fingers through her hair before resting his hands on her cheeks. "I love you so much and I'm glad we are looking past our stupidity."

"I'm not calling it stupidity. I'm calling it stubbornness." Lexi corrected. " And I love you, too." She met his eyes. "More than you know." She placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. They walked into the living room Lexi handing Jensen his cup of tea and crawling onto the couch next to Jared. "I can't believe after all the storms y'all have been through and all the times the power went out, you two still never got a generator."

"Because usually we're on set." Jensen said getting comfortable. "You're gonna freeze in just that shirt." He pointed towards Lexi cuddled up next to Jared.

"Have you ever slept next to Jared?" Lexi hitched her thumb towards Jared. "His body heat makes me sweat."

"No, I've never had the pleasure." Jensen said sarcastically.

It was early morning, close to twelve thirty am. Jensen keeping an eye on the storm with his phone, as long as the internet holds out on his cell. He looked over at Jared, a book in hand, his other arm draped over Lexi. She lay with her head nestled between his chest and arm, her legs wrapped with his and her hand resting on his stomach. He saw Jared look down at Lexi with adoration before placing a kiss on her head.

"I'm glad you two fixed things." Jensen said from across the couch.

Jared glanced across to Jensen. "Yeah, me too." He placed his book aside. "I know it doesn't make sense but, when we were apart I felt so lost."

"Cause she is your anchor."

"I know she is." Jared gave a grin.

"And you're hers."

"You think?"

"I know."

Jared pulled himself up some, Lexi's head sliding down to just above his stomach, her arm wrapping around his waist. "Can I tell you something? Without you being a big brother about it?"

"Of course." Jensen asked standing with a stretch. "Wanna drink?"

"Yeah, sure." Jared pulled himself up to sit better, careful not to wake Lexi. Jared pushed her hair from her face and kissed her cheek softly once more.

Jensen smiled, pouring him and Jared a glass of scotch handing it to him. "So," Jensen sipped. "Spill."

Jared smiled. "With Lexi it's so different." He took a breath focused on the sip of the golden liquid at the bottom of his crystal glass. "You know, a big part of what kept Lexi and me at odds for so long was my fault." He confessed still focussed on his drink. "I've never-" He gave an exhale. "It terrifies me how much I love her." He finally looked up from his cup. "With Gen, yeah I loved her so much, I did. But with Lexi it’s different. It’s so much more. And that scared the crap out of me because I thought Gen was the one and it was end game. I mean she's the mother of my kids. Then we divorced."

"Then Lexi came to Vancouver." Jensen added.

"I can't even tell you what it was. But from day one when I saw her again after all that time, it was like a growing seed that I didn't even know had been planted." Jared looked back down at his glass. "Then we kissed and-"

"When did you kiss for the first time?" Jensen asked sipping his scotch.

"The night of her birthday party. When she was sixteen." He kept his eyes cast to the glass. "Cassie and Ellie took over her bed so she crashed in mine. When I came out of the shower she was asleep and for some unknown reason I leaned down to kiss her cheek. She turned at the same time and I kissed her lips instead." Jared gave a small huff. "She turned in and kissed me back." He smiled. "It was like she set a fire inside me. I-I couldn't get her out of my head after that."

"Then not long after that the stow storm." Jensen motioned with his hands.

"Yep." Jared poured he and Jensen another. "And now," Jared looked down at her sleeping form beside him. "Aside from the kids, she's my everything."

Jensen watched the look in Jared's eyes as he spoke of Lexi. The way he explained his emotions and feelings was exactly how he felt about Danneel. He knew Lexi felt the exact same way about Jared. If his baby sister was gonna fall head over heels in love with a guy, at least it’s someone Jensen knew as well as himself.

Lexi stirred giving Jared waist a squeeze. "I'm glad you two are having yet another bromance moment, but lower your voices."

"Sorry baby girl." Jared smiled.

"Sorry , Punk."

"Its cool." Lexi sat up next to Jared. "So, what's the topic at," She turned the watch on Jared's wrist to read the time. "One am?"

"Nothing." Jensen chimed. "Just guy stuff."

"Sure." Lexi rolled her eyes at her brother. "Whatcha got?" She grabbed the glass from Jared throwing it back. "Not bad." She tipped the glass up before placing in on the side table snuggling back into Jared's side.

Jared slouched in the couch wrapping his arms around Lexi pulling her closer. Jensen downed the rest of his drink doing the same.

The next morning Lexi was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in hand, papers spread out on the table in front of her. The wind had finally calmed and the sun was trying to peak through the thick cloud cover. Jensen walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes, hair a mess.

"Nice hair, Porcupine." Lexi smiled.

"Coffee?"

"Dumb question." Lexi pointed to the counter with her cup in hand.

Jensen poured himself a cup walking over to Lexi. "What're you working on?"

"Choosing the sketches for the new issue." She glanced back towards the living room. "Jared still asleep?"

"Mmhmm." Jensen mumbled filling his mouth with coffee. "He was still snoring when I got up. Tell me, how do you sleep next to him when he sounds like a freight train."

Lexi giggled. "He doesn't snore like that all the time." She took a sip of her coffee. "Most of the time it's a sweet humming sound." She smiled thinking. "I find it comforting."

'You would." Jensen rolled his eyes taking another gulp from his cup.

"Why is that?"

"Because you and Jare are equally weird."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." She placed a handful of papers aside. "Not many people find some who is both the love of your life and a fellow weirdo."

"So, you're saying Jared is the love of your life." Jensen looked at his little sister who was clearly unaware that she'd made the comment.

Lexi paused mid reach for another stack of papers but didn't pick them up. She looked to Jensen and furrowed her brow. "What?"

"You just said Jared was the love of your life."

Lexi looked down at the pile of papers in front of her. "Well- I- he- we," A nervous chuckle was all she managed to get out fully.

"Punk," Her eyes met his. "This is me you're talking to."

She leaned back in her seat with a look of deep thought on her features. "What I feel for Jared," Lexi swiped a hand over her face giving another chuckled exhale. "I have read about great loves and soulmates and, and these stories of people who find each other through the most horrific scenarios." She looked up to Jensen again. "I never thought happily ever after was real except in books. Till Jared fucking Padalecki." She gave a giggle. "So, yeah, Jared is the love of my life." She smiled at her big brother.

Jensen chuckled. "Yeah, sounds about right."

"Does that bother you?" Lexi peeked at her brother from over her coffee cup. "That the person I'm in love with is your best friend?"

Jared walked into the kitchen scratching his head. "Morning, baby girl." Jared leaned over wrapping an arm around Lexi's shoulders placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"Morning, babe. Want me to get you a cup of coffee?" Lexi looked up at Jared as he stood up tall.

"Nah, I got it." He reached grabbing her cup. "I'll get you a refill."

Jensen watched as Jared fixed two cups f coffee and sat down next to Lexi. They talked while looking through papers and going over photos. He smiled when they finished one another's sentences and he watched as they poked fun at each other with little quirks and inside jokes. They really were in love. He sat back and wondered how things would have been different if he hadn't been such a hard ass. Would they be married? Would they have a kid?

"I'm sorry." Jensen said out of the blue causing Jared and Lexi to look at him in the most curious way.

"For what, Dork?" Lexi nudged his foot with a smile.

"I'm sorry for all I did a few years ago." Jensen looked down into his cup.

"Jay, we talked about it. It's okay. We get it." Jared assured.

"Yeah we talked about it but I never really apologized for throwing yall lives into turmoil over this." He gestured between the two looking up. "I never should of forced you two to split up and given you ultimatums basically making your lives hell and forcing you to break each other's heart." Jensen looked at Lexi. "I'm not your dad and I didn't have the right-"

"Okay, first off." Lexi cut him off. "You raised me most of my childhood hood. I love dad to death but we all know the only reason you didn't adopt me is because no one wanted you to look like a weirdo because you were so young and I was almost a teenager."

"Still." Jensen spoke sitting back in his chair. "I should have seen how much you loved him." He turned his attention to Jared. "And you, I should have known you would NEVER hurt Lexi."

"No hard feelings man, you know this." Jared assured once more.

"If I would have never done the crap I did maybe some of the shit that went down would have gone different."

"Like what?" Jared furrowed his brow.

"Lexi wouldn't have gotten back with Chris. She would have never let him back into her life and she would never have hurt herself like she did. And you two wouldn't have went back and forth for three damn years torturing one another." Jensen took a breath. "Lex, I felt like I needed to protect you because of what happened when you were fifteen. Like it was all on me."

"Shut up." Lexi snapped at him. "None of it was your fault, you dipshit. If you wouldn't have done what you did then I wouldn't know what I am capable of on my own two feet."

"And I wouldn't know how much this woman here means to me and how much she's changed my life and opened my eyes." Jared kissed the back of Lexi's hand.

"I wouldn't know what real unconditional love is. And that I deserve it." Lexi turned her attention from Jared to Jensen. "And I wouldn't know how amazing of a family I have. One that supports me and wants me. You all CHOSE me. When I was a kid you chose to be my family. And that was the best thing that has happened to me because look what it had brought me." Jensen smiled with a tear in his eye. "I mean, I get to deal with this oversized five year old for the rest of my life, now." Jensen and Jared let out a laugh. "I love you, you dork."

Lexi stood and wrapped her arms around Jensen squeezing him tight, Jensen returning the hug with equal pressure. The light flickered on and Lexi stood. "And God said let there be light."

After putting the house back to the way it belonged the three of them dug out the driveway. The sun slowly made its return to brighten up the sky showing everything covered in pure white. It was truly beautiful. The sun didn't last long, though. By the time it fully broke through the heavy cloud cover, it was already beginning to set making way to night.

Back in Jared's room that evening they lay in his huge bed, each to their own devices as they rubbed their feet together, letting the other know they were there. It was a small comfort knowing they had the other back.

Jared shifted his eyes looking over at Lexi, who was occupied on her tablet. He smiled at her concentration on her work, her stylus never stopping for too long.

"Would you marry me?"

Now that made her stop. She placed her tablet down looking over at Jared. "What?"

Jared turned onto his side facing Lexi. "If some day I were to ask you to marry me, would you?"

"I- are- are you asking me now?"

"If I did would you say yes?" He leaned up on an elbow placing his hand on her face looking into her eyes. "If I were to tell you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and someday I want you to take my last name, would you say yes?"

"Jensen said not to marry young." Her eyes were borderline between excitement and panic.

"You're young, me not so much." He smiled. "And that's why I said someday. Not now because you're only twety and Jensen dd ask me to wait till you were older. But, when that time comes in the not too distant future that I wanted to make you mine forever, would you say yes?" He sat up face to face with her and reached beneath the pillow pulling out a small blue box. "Would you let me promise you tonight, that my intentions are to make you my wife some day?" Jared opened the box revealing a beautiful white gold band with pink/purple diamonds on either side of a round cut pink/purple diamond in the middle.

Lexi looked from the diamond to Jared tears brimming her eyes. "You're saying you want to make this a- a forever thing?" She asked with no breath.

"That's the plan." Lexi pressed her lips to his as soon as she spoke. "So, no?" Jared pulled away, he and lexi letting out a laugh. Jared slipped the ring on her finger and placed a kiss on it.

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Fic Rec List #3 12/02/18

Thank you so much to all these writers for everything that you do!! Even if we all dont comment and leave feedback on your fics, please know that you are all very much appreciated.

I tried to add more variety to this list like i did to the last one but I’m Bucky trash, I’m sorry. If any of the links dont work please let me know! I’ll fix any issues right away.

Fifty Shades of Bucky by @captain-rogers-beard

Summary: A series of sexual escapades where Bucky shows you what it’s like to give into your deepest desires. Bucky x reader. Smut. Ongoing series. ---- Y'all shouldn't even hesitate to read this series, its amazing. Even if you don’t Fifty Shades of Gray, you’ll love this.

Want One? by @hootyhoobuckaroo

Summary: The reader summons a demon by accidentally drawing an occult symbol in sandwich condiments. The demon, a strange yet oddly charming being by the name Buchanan, begins to frequent her little apartment. It’s only a matter of time until she can make her way past his guarded exterior. Demon!Bucky x reader. Completed miniseries. ---- This fic was so unexpectedly endearing. I loved seeing how their relationship formed and blossomed. I even let out a few tears. I absolutely loved it.

Bookmark My Heart by @moonbeambucky

Summary: A handoms single dad catches your eye at the library. Is he the one or will your love be shelved? Bucky x reader. Library!AU

Stardust by @after-avenging-hours

Summary: After a mixup with NASA’s resupply, you find out that you’re going to run out of your suppressant medication. The commander tries to come up with a plan to deal with you approaching heat, but how easily will she be able to control the only unmated Alpha on board? Chris Beck x reader. Smut. A/B/O

That Chair by @sebbymylove16

Summary: Sebastian Stan x reader. Smut.

The One by @serpienten

Summary: Y/N is in love with Bucky Barnes. Bucky Barnes is not in love with Y/N. Bucky x reader. Completed miniseries. ---- ohhhh my godddd. The second chapter tore my heart to pieces, I was crying the whole time I read it. This series was so good.

Are You With Me by @serpienten

Summary: Bucky finds himself second guessing everything. Bucky x reader.

Do Me a Favor by @captainrogerss

Summary: AU!Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relatives wedding and you agree. Bucky x reader. Completed series. ---- I love the fake dating AU so much, this was such a good series.

Unrequited by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Summary: Steve can only watch from the sidelines as she loves his best friend. Steve Rogers, reader. ---- This was so heartbreaking!!!! I cant imagine how much this would hurt and how guilty you’d feel for having these feelings.

Countdown to White by @writingcroissant

Summary: The countdown of your life. Five more days until you marry Bucky Barnes and begin the rest of your life. Bucky x reader. I LOVED this. Its so sweet and cute and I could not stop smiling while reading it. Its perfect.

Wrong by @writingcroissant

Summary: Its been a whole year since Y/N left him, and yet Bucky still fails to move on. Bucky x reader. Smut.

Hush by @imdrchrisbeck

Summary: Chris is the cute, nerdy librarian who is crushing on you. Chris Beck x reader. Librarian!College!AU. ---- I loved this so much. It was so sweet and endearing.

Sweet Tooth by @sweetboybucky

Summary: Bucky Barnes has a sweet tooth.

In Front of the Camera by @propertyofpoeandbucky

Summary: Your friend and neighbor, Bucky, is a cam guy, but you have no idea until your friend sends you a like to one of his livestreams. AU!Bucky x reader. Ongoing series. Smut. ---- This fic is such a ride yall. Its exciting and frustrating and you cant help but keep on reading.

Something Just Like This by @justsomebucky

Summary: AU. This is the story of an ordinary couple with an extraordinary love. Bucky x reader. ---- I just really fell in love with your writing and I just had to put you on this months list, I just couldn't choose just one fic.

Five by @justsomebucky

Summary: AU. Time is a heartless bitch and runs out far too soon. Bucky x reader. ---- Holy crap, I could not stop crying. I literally had to just lay there and breathe because I could not stop

Broken By @justsomebucky

Summary: AU. There’s just something about a painting that you just cant shake. Bucky x reader.

Life’s a Movie by @justsomebucky

Summary: AU. You and your best friend, Bucky, watch a romcom together, but something just doesn't sit right with him. Bucky x reader.

Burning House by @jaamesbbarnes

Summary: You thought Bucky was over you but you thought wrong. Bucky x reader. Completed two part series. ---- Oooooooooh my god. I was so emotional reading both parts. I absolutely loved this.

Sink or Swim by @moonbeambucky

Summary: The feelings you harbor for your best friend comes to life after a break up, but will you lose everything once he learns the truth? Bucky x reader.

Lost & Found by @tropicalcap

Summary: After your latest stint at rehab, Tony and Pepper offer their place until you get back on your feet. Their place, filled with superheroes who might very well become your best friends. Their place where you meet Steve Rogers, who never seems to sleep, and has wonderful taste in snack foods. Steve Rogers x reader. Ongoing series. ---- I love everything about this series!!! I was hooked from the very first chapter!

Valentine’s Day, 11:07pm by @marvelmom

Summary: Time is slipping away as you wait for Bucky to return home from a mission so you can celebrate Valentine’s Day. Bucky x reader.

Blind by @rogue-barnes-16

Summary: Steve brought Bucky to the compound for him to join the Avengers. While some of them welcome him with smiles, others prefer to judge him for his past. But, could that change?

Untitled by @angelkurenai

Summary: Imagine Michael wanting to break Dean by showing him that you, his hunting partner and ex, are in a relationship with Sam. Even though Dean is still in love with you. Sam x reader. Past Dean x reader. ---- Oh man...even though I understand that she has every right to move on and start over, I cant even imagine the betrayal. Nothing will ever be the same between these two and its gonna cause some series trust issues with Sam. Even if he is Dean’s ride or die, till the end of the line and all that, this is gonna damage their relationship, subconsciously or not.

Vicious Circle by @redgillan

Summary: AU where when someone meets their soulmate a mark appears on their left ring finger. It grows into a line as they spend time with their soulmate until the circle is compete. Bucky x reader. ---- Yeah this was incredibly rude and uncalled for. I have NEVER read a soulmate AU like this and I LOVED it. Oh my god, what kind of sick, twisted soulmate thing is this?!?! What kind of universe comes up with something like that and thinks thats the way soulmates should work!?!?

Strangers in the Night by @redgillan

Summary: You’re on a date, but things aren't going so well. You find refuge in the restroom where you meet a man who’s also having a bad night. Together, you make an escape plan. Bucky x reader.

His Golden Girl by @interestedbystanderwrites

Summary: Inspired by the 2018 Golden Globes. Sebastian Stan x reader. Completed Two part miniseries. Smut.

Notice by @writemarvelousthings

Summary: Based off Notice by Little Mix. Steve Rogers x reader. ---- Oh my god i loved this so much. Steve is such a little bitch!!!! I can’t even imagine how stupid and insecure he made her feel 😭 I really liked how you wrote this! Usually when someone in the relationship is being distant in fics, it’s like he’s never around and maybe blowing her off to hang out with someone else or kinda ignoring her throughout the day, acting like nothings wrong (and there’s nothing wrong with those fics! I love them!) but the way you wrote it is so much worse!! He apparently doesn’t realize he’s doing it and he’s just being clueless but she feels alone in her own home and the places she should be comfortable and the fact that Nat and Bucky are concerned?? Oh my god it breaks my heart.

Make You Squirm by @piscesbarnes

Summary: Bucky lets you try a fantasy of yours with him. Bucky x reader. Smut.

Tease by @piscesbarnes

Summary: After accidentally sending Bucky a nude, he finds you more desirable than he did before. The problem? You two weren’t the bestest of friends. Bucky x reader. Smut.

How We Met by @revengingbarnes

Summary: “I can't believe we’ll have to tell how kids how we met and that’ll be the story”. Bucky x reader.

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