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Ghost doesn't do touch, everyone knows this.

Not that he directly says it, but even an SAS operative is hard-pressed to hide the subtle flinch of touch from his fellow teammates at all times. Skin always covered, always positioned away from people, it's an unspoken rule that no one touches ghost unless mandatory.

So why the hell does he let you, the new secretary, get away with it?

"Oh, sir! Hey, I needed an updated copy of that file–" you'll catch him in the hallway, hand on his bicep to get his attention before you lose him in the crowd. The strangest thing? Ghost actually stops and listens carefully. No tensing up or glaring at all.

Or when you happen to be next to him in line for dinner, you have no qualms bumping your shoulder into his side in lieu of greeting with full hands, already saying "hi, sir! Yknow, I was looking over those reports, and I really appreciate how you—"

It's an absolute mystery to the team. How you ghost is more than happy to be practically manhandled by you in crowded spaces or simply casually touched in conversation. There's only one logical explenation.

Ghost has a crush.

After that, it just becomes more obvious. How he angles himself closest to you in a group. How he subtly leans into your touch on certain days.

Curiously, gaz asks you about it one day. A casual water cooler ambush, designed to look purely coincidental when he interrogates "oh, you and ghost talk often, don't you?"

"Hm? Oh, ghost? Yeah! He's a great friend!" You smile, all wide and unassuming. of course you have no fucking clue, because ghost is damn difficult to read even to trained soldiers. You go on to smile to yourself, fidgeting with the manila folder held against your clipboard. "I'm honestly shocked he tolerates me so much, what with being just some secretary. But he's nice to talk to, yknow?"

...and it seems you are just as horribly enamoured by him. How the hell neither of you has figured it out is beyond the team.

They already have a betting pool going if you two will sort it out before or after next months ball.

[starry-eyed-moony]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ honey, darling, baby | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader

summary: sirius is jealous when he becomes the last of your boyfriends to receive an affectionate pet name

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ content: final year of hogwarts, fluff, hurt/comfort, jealous!sirius, sirius-centric imagine, kisses, happy ending

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Sirius wasn’t sure if he had the right to be pissed off at you, but he was. 

At first, it was okay. The entire situation had felt like an inside joke between him and James. When you’d created a pet name for Remus, the other two boys had laughed about their shared jealousy. James had teasingly congratulated Remus when you had left, who was more bashful than either of them had ever seen him. Every time you called Remus honey, a knowing glance was shared between the pair. 

Remus wasn’t oblivious to their anticipation. He noticed the way their eyes widened whenever they heard the pet name fall softly from your lips, or how their necks would snap in your direction, as if hoping you would be looking at one of them rather than him.

After three weeks, James acknowledged it. 

“What made you start calling Remus that, love?” James asked you late one evening, the four of you huddled around the Gryffindor common room, each wrapped up in your own tasks.

You glanced up from your crochet needles, the crease between your brows deepening. You hummed as if to get James to repeat himself, sticking one finger in the guide you’re following, but then you realised what he was asking you and you exhaled amusedly. 

“Because it suits him,” you smiled with a shrug. 

Before you could return to your attempted crochet, Remus wrapped an arm around you and kissed the side of your head hard. You giggled and leaned into him, nuzzling your back into his side. Despite the twinge of jealousy, Sirius’ heart melted at the sight of you both. He wished that he were small enough to fit in the tiny gap between your bodies. 

“So, if honey suits Moony, what do we suit, then?” James brought it up a few days later when they were in Potions class. You were working with Remus a few stations away, the two of you quietly chatting to one another as you expertly got on with the work Slughorn had assigned. 

Sirius was slightly startled by the question and paused from chopping his crow claw. “I’m definitely going to get darling.”

James snorted. “Right.”

Sirius shot him a look. “Why is it that Moony, who turns into a ten-foot beast every full moon, can be suited to honey, but I am unable to achieve darling status? Beautiful, doting old me? Am I not good enough? Not darling enough?”

James laughed harder and shoved Sirius with his elbow. They heard the sound of something dropping in liquid, and Sirius cursed when his cauldron started to make a hissing sound. 

“You made me drop the rest of the crow claw! That was way too much, you bastard!” Sirius huffed, but he was half-laughing anyway. 

“Fuck,” James hissed worriedly, and his eyes landed on Barty Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier’s unattended cauldron. Slughorn was drawing closer. They could hear him praising yours and Remus’ work. 

They both shared a knowing look as Sirius darted for the other cauldron, and that was the end of their previous conversation. 

Sirius figured that if he was going to be in a bit of pain, at least James was in it with him. They did like to do everything together, after all. It had been well over a month since Remus had adopted his new title, and no matter how much he told them to just tell you how they felt, Sirius couldn’t. 

He was fully aware that it was pathetic to want a pet name so badly that it sometimes hurt to hear you call Remus by anything other than his birth-given name. Besides, he wanted you to come up with one for him naturally, as you had done for Remus. 

He attempted to call you pet names even more, just to see if that would jog you along a little bit. It didn’t work. You smiled when he called you baby, but you wouldn’t say the word back. You hadn’t given him a variation of it. 

 James called him out for being a sneak, but Sirius reckoned that James didn’t care as much as he did. James wanted a nickname from you, of course he did, but Sirius doubted it was making James as antsy as it was him. James had always been a better sport than Sirius was. You’d think he was the one who had grown up with siblings, and that Sirius had been the only child, with how spoiled he acted.

It was a rainy Tuesday when James became your second boyfriend to gain a pet name, and Sirius became the last man standing. 

Hogwarts’ library had a busy thrum buzzing through it, students everywhere preparing for their end-of-year exams, and Sirius could have bet exactly where he would find you and Remus. James had one arm tucked around his broom, his hair damp from sweat and rain during his Quidditch practice, his other large hand on Sirius’ back, gently and subtly guiding him over to where he had seen you and Remus. 

You were sitting on one of the huge armchairs by the fire, in the very corner of the library. With a leg chucked over Remus’ thigh, your head was buried in a book, whilst Remus’ was tilted back against the sofa, his jumper-clad arms extended above his face, holding a notebook that he circled things in with a Muggle pen. 

Sirius nearly broke out into a grin at the sight of you two. James sped up, and quickly, they chucked their things down in the middle of the table. You shrieked, shooting James a scalding look when his broom landed on some of your parchment at the edge of the table. 

“James!” You complained and gritted your teeth when you were hushed by someone further down the aisles. “Did you not see my work right there? It’s all soggy now!”

James’ face became the image of panic, his brows tugging together, his bottom lip jutting out—not even on purpose in the same way Sirius does to make people feel guilty—James was apparently just naturally that sweet.

“Oh, fuck!” He muttered, and he yanked his broom back, beating your hands to the work that was now smudged and dripping muddy water. 

“What made you think it was a good idea to put your dirty broom on the table anyway, Prongs?” Remus raised a brow, eyeing the stained wood.

“Sorry, Y/N. Sorry, Remus,” James muttered, and he shook the pages, but it only made the bottom tear away. “Shit! Right, I’ll fix this. Don’t worry, love. I’ll have it all rewritten before—when is it due?”

You sent him a warm smile, one that suggested that you could never be properly angry at him, and cooed, leaning forward. You grasped his face in your hand and kissed his lips carefully.

 “It’s due first lesson tomorrow, darling,” you told him gently. 

James swallowed, and you thought he was just worried about the deadline, but his face tinged pink, and he turned away from you quickly, shooting Sirius a look. Sirius’ eyes were like saucers, his mouth falling open slightly. His gaze flickered between you and James, and his head kept repeating your soft tone: darling, darling, darling.

It took everything to make sure his face didn’t show how he felt. He even reached up to gently brush his own cheek, just to be sure he wasn’t glaring. His hands dropped by his sides, but then he wasn’t sure what to do with them, and it felt like he was taking up far too much room without even existing at all. 

James could read exactly what Sirius is thinking. His top teeth bit down on his bottom lip, torn between saying something and trying to let it go. Sirius gripped the bag on his shoulder tighter, his knuckles growing white. 

“I don’t feel like hanging around while you lot do homework,” Sirius said. “Have fun. I’m going to go and see what Pete’s up to.”

“Oh, alright. I think I saw him in the common room, Sirius. He was with that Hufflepuff girl,” you told him with a small smile

He gritted his teeth with a false smile of his own. “Great. I’ll go and see Pete and the Hufflepuff.”

Sirius spent the rest of his evening in his bunk, the curtains drawn and his head against his pillow. His arms were folded against his chest, the crease between his brow never fading for a second. He’d changed into his pyjamas—a black vest and some plaid pyjama trousers—and tried to go to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the three of you down in the library, most likely studying and laughing and having pet names for one another. He wished he didn’t care so much. He wasn’t sure why he did. 

Of course, he would be the last one to get a pet name! Sirius began to wonder if he would ever get one. Perhaps you didn’t think fondly enough of him, or maybe he didn’t suit any of the sweet ones, like honey or darling. He wished he were one of the other boys, bathing in your affection, feeling so incredibly special. 

There was a rustle against his curtain, and your head stuck through moments later. 

“Why are you lying above your covers?” You asked him, though there was hardly a hint of judgment in your tone. 

Sirius huffed through his nose. “Too lazy to get in.” You laughed, your face brightening. “Room for one more?” You asked, but you didn’t wait for his answer, your knee nearly colliding with his thigh before he moved it out of the way at expert speed.

“Not really,” Sirius chuckled, but his arm extended to you anyway, and you climbed in against his chest, half lying on his body. His hair tickled your forehead. “You smell nice.”

You beamed up at him. “Thanks. I had to go and finish some bits in the greenhouse for Herbology. I think it’s lavender—something fell on me, anyway."

Sirius stroked your arm. In return, you traced one of the tattoos he had gotten over the Christmas holidays. Each time you saw it, you couldn’t help but grin, thinking about the look on Professor McGonagall’s face when she had seen it for the first time. It was even better when Sirius had proudly told her that he planned on getting more and more. 

“Love this tattoo,” you murmured, your finger following the outline of the moth on his right bicep. 

Sirius quirked an eyebrow. “Really? You told me I’d regret it.”

“Well, you do hate moths,” you reminded him. “But it’s a pretty tattoo. Suits you, Pads.”

“Pretty,” he scoffed. “My tattoos are not supposed to be pretty.”

“Everything’s pretty when it’s on you, baby,” you murmured to him, stroking up and down his chest, and he became scared you would hear the way his heart stammered in his chest, completely missing several beats before pounding harder than it ever had before. 

The last time he felt this giddy was when the four of you had started your relationship. Months of dying to hear a pet name come from your mouth, and you’d finally picked one for him. An endearing term that was created specifically for him. Something you would call only him, and something he’d only let you call him. 

“Baby?” He croaked.

You reached up and played with the curls in his hair. “My baby,” you confirmed, and kissed his jaw.

It only took Sirius a few seconds to recover and flip you so that you were beneath him. Your screeching laughs filled the room as he kissed you all over—your face, your neck, your hair, your shoulders.

“Sirius!” You laughed. “That tickles!”

“Say it again!” He demanded with a laugh. “Say it, Y/N!”

“Baby!” You wheezed, and your laughter dimmed when he chucked himself hard against you, nuzzling his face right in between your neck and shoulder.

The curtain opens, and Sirius grins up at Remus and James, who look equal parts amused and concerned. 

“It finally happened?” James asked.

“I don’t care if you told her,” Sirius grumbled into your skin. “My one is better than all of yours.”

You snorted. “You and James should have told me months ago you wanted me to call you something.”

James rolled his eyes. “Where’s the spontaneity in that?”

“You’re both pathetic,” Remus teased.

“Says the one who got his pet name first, you hypocrite!”

Sirius squeezed you tighter, not ready to share you yet. He felt awful for the one-sided annoyance he’d been surviving through, and the jealousy he’d felt every time Remus was called honey. It turned out, good things did come to people who waited. Sirius wasn’t sure how he’d survived eighteen years without hearing you call him baby before. 

Now that you’d said it once, he’d need to hear it every single day. 

starry-eyed-moony

[dreamylittleangel]

hiii i saw ur looking for marauders reqs! could i request some hurt/comfort with poly!marauders or honestly any of them individually with a reader who becomes nonverbal when she gets upset or overwhelmed??

ty!! love your writing❤️

a/n : ooohh how i love a good hurt/comfort. i went w/ poly as i haven't rly written anything for them as a group yet and i've really been wanting to, so thank you for giving me this! big disclaimer though : i don't have any personal experience with being nonverbal, but this was written with care and empathy. i did my best to research so i hope i represented it properly and that this can be relatable or comforting to someone. thank you so much for your support and this request love!

cw : emotional overwhelm, reader goes nonverbal, anxiety/panic implied, soft hurt/comfort, lots of fluff & reassurance

wc : 1.1k

navi / m.list / inbox - requests are open!

it starts small, it always does.

you've had worse days, technically, but something about this one just… unravels you. your quill snapped halfway through an essay you didn't understand to begin with. then someone bumped your shoulder in the corridor, didn't bother to say sorry. you dropped your ink bottle before dinner. every little thing felt louder, sharper, harder to swallow.

by the time you climb through the portrait hole, it's all pressing down at once. the gryffindor common room is golden and noisy, firelight glinting off brass buttons and prefect badges, laughter echoing too loud. usually it's homey. tonight it feels like you can't breathe in it.

the boys are there, of course they are. the marauders have practically claimed the corner couch by the fireplace as theirs. james is half lying across it, socks mismatched, playing idly with a snitch that flickers gold in the light. sirius is perched on the armrest, his boots kicked off, laughing at something james said. remus, calm as ever, is curled up with a book on his lap, one hand absently rubbing at a scar on his wrist.

normally, the sight of them makes you smile. now it just makes your chest tighten. you freeze halfway across the room. the sound is too much; the fire crackling, the chatter, the metallic click of the snitch's wings. the noise scrapes against the edges of your thoughts until words stop making sense. you can't find the space between inhale and exhale anymore.

remus notices first, like he always does. his head lifts, eyes flicking up from his book to you. he studies you for half a second, enough to see it. the stillness. the way your eyes dart around without landing.

"hey," he says quietly. "hey, love. you alright?" you open your mouth, but the air just catches. no sound comes out. your throat feels closed off, heavy. you shake your head, maybe, or maybe you just blink too long.

sirius straightens, his grin fading instantly. "darling?" he asks, voice soft for once.

james, ever the last to notice but always the quickest to move, sits up properly. his brows knit. "what's wrong, sweetheart?"

you can't answer.

the pressure in your chest climbs higher, your heartbeat loud in your ears. you want to say i'm fine or just tired, anything to make the worry in their faces ease, but the words are gone.

remus is already up, crossing the space slowly. "too much?" he murmurs, his tone low enough that it's just for you.

you nod, small and sharp. your fingers curl into the hem of your jumper.

"alright," he says, voice like warm honey. "alright, we'll go slow, yeah?"

sirius slides off the armrest, landing lightly on his feet. "d'you want us to leave you be for a bit, love?" he asks. you can tell he's trying not to crowd you, his usual swagger gone, replaced with something uncertain and sweet.

you shake your head. you don't want to be alone. you just can't talk.

james catches that, bless him. "okay," he says softly, getting up too. "we'll stay right here, promise. no pressure."

remus reaches out, careful, and offers his hand. you let him take yours. his touch is warm, grounding.

sirius grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over your shoulders, tucking it gently under your chin like he's afraid you’ll shatter if he moves too fast.

james guides you to sit down, murmuring little nothings: "easy, there you go, love," "we've got you, just breathe." his voice is low and rhythmic, like he's trying to sync his words to your breathing.

you sit between them, remus on your left, sirius on your right, james kneeling in front of you. the firelight paints them golden. you stare at the flicker of it, trying to match the rhythm of your breaths to the rise and fall of the flames.

remus squeezes your hand once, gentle. "can i touch you?" he asks. you nod, and he slides his arm around your back, pulling you carefully against his side.

sirius starts fiddling with the fringe of the blanket, humming under his breath, one you can't place, slow and soothing.

james reaches up to smooth your hair, his fingers brushing your temple like he's tracing away the tension there.

no one rushes you. no one asks questions. they just stay.

remus leans his chin lightly against the top of your head. "you don't have to say anything, dove," he murmurs. "not a single word."

"yeah," james adds softly, thumb brushing the back of your hand now. "we get it, love. we know."

the noise of the common room fades after a while. someone must've gone to bed; the fire burns lower.

sirius stretches out, resting his head in your lap. his hair tickles your wrist, and he turns just enough to look up at you. "you're doing great, y'know that?” he says quietly. "just breathing. that's enough."

something in you eases at that. not all at once, more like a knot slowly untying. the air starts to move again. the tightness in your chest loosens just a bit.

james notices it instantly this time. "there you are," he says softly, relief coloring his tone. he presses a kiss to your knuckles. "we've missed ya."

remus's hand traces slow circles against your back. "it's okay," he whispers, voice close to your ear. "you don't have to talk until you're ready. we'll wait as long as it takes."

and they do.

minutes pass, or maybe longer, time feels strange in their warmth. sirius's fingers find yours beneath the blanket; remus hums something low and steady. james eventually stretches out beside you on the couch, his arm resting across your legs like he's anchoring you to the world.

the fire burns low, painting the three of them in gold and shadow. you close your eyes.

when you finally manage to speak again, your voice comes out quiet, fragile. "thank you," you whisper.

remus smiles against your hair. "always, darling."

sirius tilts his head, grin sleepy and soft. "you don't ever have to thank us." and james, always the one to make you laugh even when you don't mean to, nudges your knee. "you're stuck with us, sweetheart. can't get rid of us even if you tried."

you let out a breathy laugh, barely a sound, but real. sirius beams like you just performed a miracle.

the fire pops softly, the warmth wrapping around the four of you like a living thing. remus's heartbeat hums steady against your shoulder. james's thumb draws idle patterns against your knee. sirius's breathing evens out until hess almost asleep in your lap.

and for the first time all day, you feel quiet in a way that doesn’t hurt.

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hi I was wondering if you would continue with the marauders and shy roommate. It would be really cute to see the reader like walk into to the marauders alone time. I thought it would be a cute idea since she’s shy and to she how they react or something like that,

Hi gorgeous! I hope this is what you meant. If not, feel free to re-submit! thank you xx

roommate!marauders x shy!reader

wc: 892

You could hear laughter through the thin door of your apartment, alerting you to your roommates’ collective presence in your sitting room. You hoped the jingle of your keys in the lock would warn them of your entry. It seemed to have worked, because you were enthusiastically greeted as you walked through the door. 

“y/n!” James all but cheered, pausing the program on the television. You just waved, hanging your coat and scarf on the hook. You tried not to stare at his hand on Sirius’ thigh, or the casual way they were all intimately strewn across each other. They had never outright told you of any more-than-platonic relationships between the three boys, but you figured they knew they didn’t have to. It was nowhere near the first time you had seen moments like this. Still, you hated the fact you were likely interrupting an amorous moment between the boys, and you didn’t want to be that annoying roommate who didn’t allow their co-habitants any privacy. You planned to grab something quick from the kitchen and escape to your room, as to not be nuisance to the boys in their own apartment. 

Granted, it was your apartment too. But it was theirs first, and you were the obvious tacked-on member of the foursome. Something that despite all their gentle efforts to include you in their activities, you never stopped reminding yourself. You had almost made it to the kitchen without interrupting them further, before Sirius spoke. 

“How was work, dolly?” Sirius lifted his head from Remus’ lap to beam at you. You turned just enough to not seem rude but also not make them feel trapped in conversation. 

“Oh, it was fine. Just the usual. How was your day?” You politely responded. 

“Much better now.” Sirius said, salaciously. You didn’t even allow yourself to consider what he was implying with that comment. Sirius, all three of the boys actually, often said things that made your heart race and your head spin with ideas that were simply not acceptable. You were their roommate, nothing else. You would have to over-estimate your importance to them, so any wandering thoughts of what else your relationships could evolve into were simply not allowed.

You shuffled into the kitchen, quickly returning with a piece of toast and tea. You padded past the gaggle of boys, all teasing and talking cheerfully. It was actually very heartwarming to see the interaction between your roommates. It was very rare to see such shameless affection amongst a group of boys. The only thing you feared more than overstepping was making them feel uncomfortable, like you were judging them, so you sent a polite smile their way, about to bid them goodnight. 

“Would you like to join us, dove?” Remus called, just as you reached your door. You froze on the spot.

“Oh, no.” You quickly reformed your statement after realizing how rude it seemed. “Thank you, I mean. But I couldn’t intrude. You’re all already… yeah.” You trailed off, not sure how to express your meaning appropriately. 

“Nonsense.” James scooted closer to the two other boys, making a (admittedly small) spot for you on the couch. “You wouldn’t be intruding.” 

“It’s fine, I promise.” Remus said warmly. “We wouldn't have offered if we didn’t want you to.” 

You found that to be very not true. Remus was too polite for his own good. All the boys were. They were so different to you than any other roommates you had in the past. You felt like you couldn’t go a single day without one of them helping you or being sweet on you. It was suffocating in the best way, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to get used to it. 

“Please.” Sirius made an attempt to doe-eye you. When you made another glance at your door he dramatically collapsed back onto Remus. “You wound me dollface. You hate our company that much?” The look of panic on your face must have been intense. 

“Christ, don’t guilt her pads.” James scolded. “Only if you want, lovely. If you're tired it’s okay.” James was polite and reassuring, but you could tell he was a little disappointed. Well not you had to accept. 

“Okay. If you’re absolutely sure I’m not intruding.” You relented, moving to sit on the narrow gap in the couch. 

“Positive.” James said, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pressing you to his side. He unpaused the show as he settled in next to you. Remus looked inquiringly at your plate. 

“Is that your dinner, love?” He asked, concerned. 

“Well, yes. I suppose it is.” You glanced at your still uneaten toast and your cooling tea. 

“That won’t do. We have some leftovers from dinner, I’ll go heat those up for you.” Remus urged Sirius from his lap and stood up. 

“Oh, that’s okay! You don’t have to. I couldn’t take your food.” You tried to reach to stop him, but your hands were full. Remus completely ignored your protests and was already in the kitchen. 

“Oh, let him, sweetheart. It’ll make him happy. He likes doting on you.” James squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “We all do. You should let us more often.” He turned his attention back to the telly before you could even respond. 

You didn’t dare let yourself imagine what the implications of that comment could be. 

[underoospeterparker]

the velvet room - poly!wolfstar ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆

Coaxed to a fancy blood-sucking vampire speakeasy by your best friend, you end up in between two guys who are instantly obsessed. With your blood, and with you. They make it very clear they want to see you again.

Vampires!poly!wolfstar x fem!reader, 2.8k words

"Okay, look, just... hear me out."

Lisa has that terrifying glint in her eye. The one that means you're about to be coaxed into something that sounds objectively insane.

"It's not a fetish thing," she starts, "it's, like, a service. Super upscale. Very discreet."

"The service is letting a vampire drink your blood," you say flatly. "Lisa, that's a fetish thing."

"It is not! Ugh, you're so vanilla. It's a transaction. They get dinner, we get..." She does a little full-body shiver of pure bliss. "You know that feeling when you're so stressed your shoulders are in your ears, and then you get, like, the world's best massage? Times a thousand. It's a full-system reset. And it feels... honestly, it feels amazing."

You take a long sip of your drink, rolling your shoulders. The idea makes your skin prickle, and not entirely in a bad way.

"It's safe," she presses, seeing your hesitation. "It's totally mainstream now. It's called The Velvet Room. Sounds fancy, right? My guy is lovely. Very sweet. Says he's been doing this since the Great Depression, can you imagine?"

“You’re letting a Depression-era vampire drink your blood,” you reply, putting your glass down with a clink. “What’s next? Getting your hair done by a ghost from the Victorian era?"

Lisa rolls her eyes so hard you worry for her optic nerves. “He’s not from the Depression, he… lived through it. There’s a difference. And he’s very modern. He has an iPad.”

“An iPad? Wow, okay, a real techie. I should go to him for electronics advice, huh? I wonder what he uses it for..."

“He uses it for solitaire!” she defends, then frowns. "But that's not the point! The point is he’s professional. And discreet. You won’t even see a fang if you don’t want to.”

“Professional,” you repeat slowly. “In a place called The Velvet Room."

“It’s exclusive! They have complimentary towels that are insanely soft. Like, a cloud soft. I stole some last week. But I guess it's not really stealing if they're complimentary, right?"

“I don’t want a soft towel, Lisa! I want to not be someone’s Capri Sun!”

“You’re not a Capri Sun! You’re a… a fine vintage! A delicate, artisanal…” She gestures vaguely at you. “…soup.”

You stare at her. “You just compared my lifeblood to a soup.”

"A good soup! Something you'd pay a proper forty dollars for!" She slumps back, defeated. "Look. You're wound up so tight, your eye bags are insanely dark, and you look exhausted."

"Wow, thanks for the compliment," you deadpan. "You're so sweet, Lis."

"I'm being honest! You look like you haven't slept in a week." She leans in, voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. “Just come with me. Sit in the fancy chair. Drink the complimentary sparkling water that probably costs more than our electric bill. If you get the ick, we bail. No hard feelings. But if you don’t…”

She gives you a look. "You’ll finally understand why I’ve been so zen since April. I haven’t bitten a single nail.”

You glance at her hands. Her nails are, indeed, miraculously intact and even painted a cheerful coral. Probably the most compelling evidence of the night.

“The second I feel a single… slurp… noise,” you say, holding up a finger. "We're out. We're getting cheesecake, and you're never mentioning this ever again."

Lisa's face brightens. "Yay! You're gonna love it, I promise."

"I have my doubts." You sigh, resting your chin in your hand, swirling your drink with the other. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to be soup.”

“The best soup,” she corrects cheerfully, already flagging down the waiter for the check. “A bisque, maybe. You have bisque energy.”

The Velvet Room is... not what you expected. It's like a kind of speakeasy, really.

Lisa leads you down a grimy alley, past overflowing dumpsters, to a nondescript black door. There's no sign, just a small, velvet-lined slot at eye level. She leans close.

"The moon is a lonely hunter," she whispers, clearly delighted with the phrase. You roll your eyes at her enthusiasm.

The door clicks and swings inward.

The ceiling is high and lost in shadow. The floor is scuffed wood, covered here and there with deeply coloured rugs that look like they’ve seen a century of parties. The walls are lined with shelves crammed full of books and records and strange little trinkets that you'd explore if given the time.

Low, squashy sofas and armchairs are arranged in little groups, lit by the soft glow of table lamps and hanging chandeliers. And there's jazz, a band playing in real time.

The place is busy. Not packed, but comfortably full. People are tucked into corners, talking quietly, laughing softly. You see a woman with red streaks in her hair offering her wrist to a vampire in a sweater.

A guy in paint-splattered jeans is leaned back in a chair, eyes closed in bliss while a vampire, who looks like she stepped out of a 1940s film, murmurs something near his ear.

"See?" Lisa squeezes your arm. "Totally upscale."

Before you can answer, a man rises from a deep armchair by the crackling fireplace. He’s tall, with a kind, tired face and a neatly trimmed beard.

This, you assume, is Lisa’s Depression-era solitaire enthusiast.

“Lisa,” he says, his voice warm and gravelly. “You made it.”

“Franklin!” Lisa chirps, darting over to give him a quick hug. “This is my friend. The one I was telling you about.”

Franklin turns his gaze on you. “A pleasure,” he says, extending a hand. You take it. “Any friend of Lisa’s is welcome here. We’ll take good care of you.”

He’s nice. He’s perfectly nice. But your attention is already snagged, pulled away like a compass needle finding north.

From a chaise lounge tucked in a darker booth near the band, two men are watching you.

One is all sharp edges and lazy grace, dressed in black, his hair a dark wave falling to his shoulders. He’s staring with a frank, interested intensity, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The other is softer. Curly, sandy hair, a worn-in jacket over a simple shirt. He looks like he’d be more at home in a library, but his eyes—a warm, amber colour—are fixed on you with a focus that makes your skin prickle.

They are, without a doubt, the most beautiful people you have ever seen.

“Your friends?” you whisper to Lisa, nodding subtly towards them.

Lisa follows your gaze and her eyes go wide. “Oh. Them. No. That’s… that’s Remus and Sirius. They’re kind of… legendary around here. They only ever feed together. And they’re really picky.” She lowers her voice further. “It's okay. Franklin’s great, I promise. Very sweet. Safer. I don't know much about those two.”

But it's too late. The one in all black stands up first, moving with a liquid sort of grace. He says something, his voice too low to catch, directly into the other man's hair.

The taller one—the one with the soft curls and the kind eyes—turns his head, listening, then his gaze snaps back to you. He nods, just once, and stands up.

Before you can blink, even, they're across the room, having come to a stop right in front of your little group. They don’t even look at Franklin.

“She’s with us,” the dark-haired one says, his voice low and smooth. His eyes never leave your face.

“Yes," the taller one murmurs, his tone softer but just as firm. “This one’s ours.”

Franklin lets out a small, resigned sigh. He gives your shoulder a gentle, almost apologetic pat. “Seems you’re in for a different sort of evening, my dear." He gives Lisa a look. “Shall we?”

Lisa looks utterly gobsmacked. “Uh. Yeah. Sure.” She gives you a wide-eyed, what-is-happening stare before letting Franklin lead her away to his cozy chair by the fire.

And then it’s just you and them.

“I'm Sirius,” the dark one says, finally introducing himself. He nods towards his companion. “And that’s Remus.”

“Hi, angel," Remus says softly, gesturing for your hand. You let him take it, watch in fascination as he presses a kiss to the back of your palm. He hands your hand over with entirely gentle care over to Sirius, who mimics the action, smiling against your knuckles.

“You were right, Pads,” Remus murmurs, hazel eyes tracing over your face. “She’s perfect.”

“I'm always right,” Sirius murmurs, lacing his fingers with the hand you'd extended to them, coaxing you towards their secluded booth towards the back of the room.

Remus sits first, settling back into the corner with an easy sigh. Then he looks up at you, pats his thighs. “Here, sweetheart. Best seat in the house.”

Your brain stutters. “On… on your lap?”

“Unless you’d rather sit on mine, baby,” Sirius murmurs easily, sliding onto the chaise beside Remus, his movements fluid. “But he’s comfier. And he gives better cuddles.”

“Sirius,” Remus chides, but he’s still looking at you, his expression open and patient. “Only if you’re comfortable. We won’t take a drop otherwise.”

Something in his soft, gentle tone makes the decision for you. Feeling surreal, you move forward and awkwardly perch on his thighs. His arm comes around your waist, guiding you to lean back against his chest.

“There,” Remus murmurs into your hair, his voice a soothing vibration against your back. “That’s it. Just relax.”

Sirius is immediately there, close. He takes your hand, his fingers cool as they find the frantic pulse in your wrist.

He lets out a soft, sympathetic tut. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re all wound up, aren’t you? Let’s fix that.”

You feel Remus’s nose gently nuzzle the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, pushing your hair aside with a tenderness that feels more intimate than any kiss you’ve ever had. “Ready, love?” he asks, his voice a low murmur right by your ear.

"Mhm." You feel like you're floating.

Sirius’s lips curve into a smile against the inside of your wrist. “Good girl,” he whispers. “You'll tell us anything you need.” It's a statement, not a suggestion. You nod anyway.

You feel Remus’s lips press softly against your skin, then a sharp, clean pinch that dissolves instantly into a warm, pulling feeling. At the same time, Sirius’s mouth finds your wrist—a kiss, then the same precise sting, melting into that same bone-deep, golden warmth.

The effect is... woah. You totally get why Lisa has been so zen recently. The constant, buzzing static in your brain fizzles out. The weight on your shoulders dissolves. A sigh slips from your lips, and your head lolls back against Remus’s shoulder.

“That’s it, love,” Remus coaxes against the soft skin of your neck. “Let it all go. We’ve got you.”

You float. The gentle tug at your neck and wrist is rhythmic, soothing. The jazz music wraps around you. You faintly hear Sirius makes a soft, humming sound of pleasure against your skin.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “So good, baby.”

You are held, completely, between them. Remus’s steady strength at your back, Sirius’s focused attention on your hand. You're putty in their hands, being moulded to their whims, being shaped to their wishes. Time becomes a soft, shapeless thing.

You are, for the first time in living memory, completely quiet inside.

“Never,” Remus murmurs, his lips moving against your throat, the words vibrating through you. “Never tasted anything like you, angel. Like honey and sunlight.”

You feel Sirius’s slow, deliberate swallow against your wrist. He lets out a shaky breath. “So good.”

You make a soft, incoherent sound of acknowledgment, your head a heavy, blissful weight on Remus’s shoulder. You are completely, utterly droopy against them. Your limbs are loose. If they weren’t holding you, you’d slide right off the chaise into a contented puddle on the rug, and you're not sure you'd entirely mind.

You feel the gentle draws begin to slow, becoming softer, more languid. Savouring. They’re drawing it out, reluctant to let the moment end.

You feel two soft, cooling licks—a faint, soothing sting—sealing the tiny wounds. A final, lingering kiss from Remus at your neck, as if he can’t quite bear to let go of the spot.

Sirius turns your hand, his grip infinitely gentle, and presses a line of soft kisses from your wrist to the tips of your fingers. “Thank you, baby,” he says softly.

For a long moment, they just hold you, letting you float in the aftermath.

Remus rocks you gently. Sirius strokes your palm with his thumb.

You blink your eyes open. You don't even remember when you'd closed them. The world's fuzzy at the edges, like how it gets when you're drunk, only better, 'cos you're not nauseous now.

“Welcome back, sweetheart,” Sirius says softly. He’s looking at you like you’ve hung the moon.

Remus nudges your hair with his nose. “How do you feel, angel?”

It takes a monumental effort to form words. Your tongue feels thick and lazy. "Like jelly," you mumble, words slurring just a little. "The good kind," you add in reassurance. They probably don't need it. They probably know their effect on you.

Sirius lets out a delighted, choked laugh.

“Jelly,” Remus repeats, his tone rich with amusement. “I’ll take that.”

You try to nod, but your head just lolls to the side, coming to rest against Remus’s collarbone. You’re practically melting off his lap, held in place only by the secure band of his arm. You make a half-hearted attempt to sit up straighter, but your muscles just won’t cooperate.

“Oh, look at her,” Sirius coos, his voice dripping with fondness. He reaches out and brushes a stray strand of hair from your forehead. “Absolutely boneless. You did so well, sweetheart. We turned you into jelly, huh?”

“Sirius, don’t tease,” Remus murmurs, but he’s pressing a smiling kiss into your hair. “Here, love, let’s get some water in you.”

He gestures to someone above your head, and almost instantly, a glass of water appears on the low table beside you.

Sirius picks it up and holds the rim to your lips. “Come on, baby. Small sips. Just for us.”

You obey, mainly because it’s easier than not obeying, and partly because you want to hear their praise again. You manage a few swallows before turning your head away with a soft, protesting noise, nuzzling instinctively into the warmth of Remus’s neck.

“Alright, alright,” Remus soothes, chuckling. “That’s enough for now.”

You’re drifting again, lulled by the steady beat of Remus’s heart (do vampires have heartbeats? This one seems to) and the gentle stroke of Sirius’s thumb over your knuckles.

“So,” Sirius says after a moment, his voice unusually careful. “We have a bit of a problem, Moony.”

“What’s that?” Remus asks, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm.

“Well, we’ve found the perfect girl. And now we have to let her go walk out into the world, all wobbly and unsupervised. Seems irresponsible.”

A slow realisation curls through your jelly-like insides. They don’t want you to leave.

It makes you feel warm.

Remus hums in agreement, his chin resting on top of your head. “It does seem a shame. We’ve only just gotten her properly calibrated.”

You manage to peel your eyes open. “Calibrated?” you mumble.

“Mhm,” Sirius says, leaning in close. His grey eyes are soft and serious as he tucks a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to his liking, eyes softening when you go lax under his touch. “To us, sweetheart. You fit just right. We’d… we’d really like to do this again. If you want to.”

“We’d like to see you again, angel,” Remus adds, his voice a gentle rumble beneath your ear. “Properly. Not just here. Maybe for coffee, or... we could take you out to dinner.”

The offer hangs for a second. It’s crazy. You've just met them. They just drank your blood. But...

A slow, drowsy smile spreads across your face. You don’t have the energy for anything more. “M’gonna need a nap first,” you whisper. “A really long one.”

Sirius’s answering smile is brilliant. “We can work with that.” He tucks a card into the pocket of your jeans, his fingers lingering for just a second. “Our number. Text us when you wake up. Or don’t, if you don't want to. But we really hope you do.”

Remus helps you sit up, his hands steadying you as the world tilts a little. “Can you stand, love?”

With their help, you manage to get to your feet, though you sway like a sapling in a breeze, instantly leaning into Sirius’s offered side. They walk you back to where Lisa is sipping tea, looking thoroughly de-stressed.

“All in one piece?” Lisa asks, eyes wide.

“Better than,” Sirius says, his pride unmistakable. “She’s flawless.”

You give Lisa a wobbly, blissed-out thumbs up.

As you're guided towards the door, Remus leans down, his lips brushing your ear one last time. “Sleep well, angel. Dream of us.”

You're definitely going to call them.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

You can’t believe you had gone along with them for so long. They’d been telling you for weeks that they’d break up with their girlfriends. That it was only a matter of time before it was you and them and nobody else.

But here you were, alone in your living room, watching a movie and eating snacks meant for three people and not just you. Billy had said he wanted to see Sidney first and then never showed up. Stu had at least been honest and said he just wasn’t coming because Tatum had called him.

It fucking sucked how easily you fell for their pretty little lies and believed that they’d actually choose you for once. And you hated how desperate you were for a relationship.

Frankly you were done. You were genuinely, 100% done with it. You couldn’t do it anymore and you refused to keep doing it to yourself, even if the heartbreak was almost too much.

The next day Billy and Stu found you first, bantering and laughing like they usually did. But then Stu was leaning in for a kiss and you were dodging out of the way, glaring when he gave you a confused little pout, “What’s wrong babe?”

The pet name makes your hackles raise, shoulders hunching up around your ears and teeth gritting in an effort to not just start swinging, “Don’t fuckin call me that. We’re not dating.”

Stu looks genuinely hurt with the comment, and you feel horrible for all of a second before you remember the shit he’s been putting you through the last few weeks. Billy’s gone blank in the face, that usual look that meant he was trying to figure out what was going on and how he could flip it so he got the best results.

You don’t stick around though, slamming your locker and walking off without them. But then there’s a hand around your wrist, tight and immovable and there’s an instinct flaring bright and telling you to punch Billy in his stupid fuckin face.

He’s glaring at you as well though, anger shining in his eyes as he speaks, “What the fuck is your problem? Is this about last night? We told you we’d break up with them soon, it’s just not the right time.”

You feel your lips purse for a moment, breathing deep in an effort to reign in your own anger as you hiss back at him, “I’m sick of your fucking lies and always being second place to you two. I’m done, so don’t fucking touch me.”

You rip your hand from his grip and you know you’re only able to do so because of the shock in his face, Stu’s own expression looking way more hurt and actually heartbroken as he stands behind him quietly.

You turn on your heel again, intent to actually get away from them before they can see the way tears are welling in your eyes now. Billy calls something out after you and honestly you don’t even know what. All you know is that your pissed off and so you feel fully justified in the way you flip him off and yell over your shoulder, “Suck my fucking dick Loomis.”

The laughter of the few people in the hall do nothing to comfort you, only making you walk faster in an effort to get away from them and everyone else. Maybe you’d skip school for the day and just go home.

~~~~~

There was a creak from upstairs that had you freezing in your spot, mind blanking for a moment before you were getting up and running to the garage, picking up the bat that sat against the wall.

You couldn’t hear any other noises in the house but you knew for a fact that someone else was in the house with you, because that creak only happened when someone stepped on the floorboards outside your room. An annoying but surprisingly useful thing considering your current situation.

You crept towards the hallway leading to the stairs, stopping just behind the wall and turning a little to be able to see both the way you had come and up the stairs. It didn’t matter if you had to stand there all night, you had a better chance of surviving in that spot than you did at any other point in the house.

It only took about 10 minutes before someone was coming down the stairs, the hallway light revealing a tall figure dressed in a black gown and white ghost mask, which you were more than fairly sure represented the killer that was going around.

You weren’t too sure, you hadn’t really kept up with it and only knew Casey and Steve had died. The figure came closer, looking around the front entrance and considering the hallway closet that stood there for a long moment.

You decided to take the chance for what it was, coming forward and swinging your bat into the back of their shoulders. They were pretty tall ok, you couldn’t comfortably reach their head. But they went down regardless, pained groan escaping them as they turned onto their back to look up at you.

You raised the bat again, preparing to bring it down on their head before they were throwing their hands up, panicked voice glitching out at you, “Wait! Wait! It’s me!”

They took the mask off quickly, your eyes widening at the sight of Stu Macher lying on your floor, face red and sweaty and eyes a strange mix of panic and something a little darker that you couldn’t pin.

“What the- Stu? What the fuck are you doing?!” You let the bat drop down to your side, stepping back when he slowly stood from the ground. He still had his hands outstretched in front of him, as if you might start swinging at any moment again.

Honestly with the situation and how angry you were at him you were seriously considering doing so.

[thelostgirl1987]

The Lost Boys x injured reader

Summary: You get injured in a fight and the boys take care of you (although David isn’t exactly best pleased)

Pairing: female reader x The Lost Boys

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood

‘Careful, I’m bleeding!’ you warned them, keeping your distance as you walked away from the commotion on the beach.

‘Yeah, no shit,’ said Paul with one of his usual laughs.

Dwayne wrapped an arm around your waist from behind you and pressed a kiss on the top of your head. ‘It’s okay, baby. We’ve just fed.’

You still felt him inhale your scent.

David, who had just lit himself a cigarette, walked up to you and caressed your cheek. There was no trace of gentleness in that touch. It was controlled but rough and possessive at the same time. You winced when he let the smoke out onto your face, followed by a long sigh.

‘How do you always manage to get into trouble, dove? What started it, this time?’ 

But before you even had a chance to reply and explain yourself, his tone became harsher.

‘Actually, I don’t care. How many times have I told you to be careful and avoid those people?!’

You showed him your best innocent face and shrugged in Dwayne’s hold.

David shook his head. He took his time smoking and then flicked the cigarette away. ‘Let’s just take you back to the cave and patch you up, for now,’ and extending a hand towards you but talking to Dwayne: ‘Pass her here.’

The dark-haired one complied reluctantly, and once you were far enough for other people to see them fly, David picked you up bridal-style. 

You all flew back in silence, his jaw still locked.

When you got there, he deposited you onto the large four-poster bed and sat in his wheelchair as if it were a throne. 

‘Go get some disinfectant and bandages,’ he ordered. 

You knew they only kept them in the cave for you. It wasn’t the first time they had to use them either.

Marko and Paul were quick to follow their leader’s orders, while Dwayne sat up against the headboard and pulled you back into his arms. When you let your head fall back against his shoulder, he almost purred, the sound vibrating through your chest. 

When the other two came back with everything, Paul caressed your injured leg, his eyes on that trickle of blood.

‘It’s true we’ve just fed,’ he began, lifting your leg, his tone a mixture of cheeky and apologetic, ‘but this would be such a waste.’

And he licked it, all the way up to your knee. 

Marko took your arm, also cut by someone’s switchblade knife. ‘Yeah. You taste way too good,’ he commented, right before you felt his tongue on your skin, too.

They didn’t bite you but you could feel them sucking even after they drank the initial blood.

‘That’s enough,’ David commented in a tone that didn’t leave room for objections. ‘Don’t make her feel even weaker than she already is.’

‘’m not weak!’

David tilted his head to the side and showed you a flat smile. ‘Well, you certainly didn’t look strong during that fight, did you? Otherwise, we wouldn’t have had to come and rescue you after hearing you scream. In fact, what would you have done, if we hadn’t been around?’

You grunted, locking your jaw, even though it pretty much turned into a childish pout.

‘Aww, poor thing,’ Paul commented, tracing your lower lip with a finger. ‘’s okay. We’ll take care of you. You ready?’

You bit your lip, nervous, but nodded anyway. 

Dwayne started caressing your hair with one hand while his other thumb traced soothing patterns on the skin underneath your t-shirt.

As Paul poured some disinfectant onto a cotton ball, Marko held your legs down and Dwayne’s grip around your waist got tighter. 

Paul started to clean your wound. It fucking stung.

You winced.

‘I know, baby. I know,’ Dwayne whispered in your ear in a patronising tone. 

Paul proceeded to bandage your leg while Marko did the same with your arm.

‘Like new,’ he commented, stroking the gauze.

‘She did so well, didn’t she?’ Dwayne commented, kissing your temple.

‘Stop praising her,’ David hissed, standing up. ‘Not after she put herself in danger. Again!’

You pouted at him, this time more dramatically.

‘You know that doesn’t work with me,’ he went on, walking to the bed and sitting next to you and Dwayne. 

You sighed. ‘Are you angry at me?’

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kept looking straight into your eyes, his blue hues as cold as ice.

‘I’m gonna turn you sooner than we agreed on, Y/N. You’re too fragile as a human.’

‘David, I’m not read—’

‘I wasn’t asking for your opinion.’

Nobody dared to speak. 

The silence amplified your thumping heartbeat.

‘We’ll talk about it tomorrow,’ the leader said, leaning back against the headboard but keeping his distance. ‘Just sleep, now.’

You sighed again and curled up against Dwayne’s chest, and he promptly wrapped you into his arms. 

Paul and Marko lay down next to your legs, their hands on your thighs and ankles. 

After sitting with your thoughts for a few minutes, you threw a glance behind your shoulder. David already looked asleep.

You turned back towards Dwayne, whose lids were also lowered.

‘They insulted us,’ you whispered, so low you weren’t even sure you had actually said it out loud.

But Dwayne heard you. ‘What was that, baby?’

You lowered your gaze and played with his necklace to distract yourself from your prickly eyes. ‘The people at the bonfire… They said that what we have is messed up. And that I… I’m a slut for being with the four of you.’

‘Fuckers,’ he locked his jaw and shook his head. ‘Don’t listen to them. We love you.’

‘I love you, too,’ you said, welcoming his kiss.

David’s arm sneaked around your waist from behind, taking you by surprise.

He pressed a kiss against your temple and finally softened his voice, even though it was a big contrast against his words. ‘I’ll kill them tomorrow night. Nobody speaks to our human like that.’

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 293 & 294

Hello everyone and welcome to my recommended reading list! I hope you will find something you will enjoy on this weeks list.

Thank you to everyone who enjoys my lists and reblogs them. Your support means the world to me. Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me.

💜 This week, I read 35 fanfics—absolutely amazing fanfics. It has been so much fun for me, and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

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All That Remains Is Us - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

A Tangled Web - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

The contract (18) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Everything I Hoped - (Dark!Nick x Reader) - @societyfolklore

Down For You - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Control - (Clint x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Borderline - (Winter Soldier, Steve) - @castielscaplan

Leg Cramp - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Worth It - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Star Agent - (Bucky x Reader, Nick x Reader) - @navybrat817

Just Behave - (Lee x Reader x Andy) - @societyfolklore

Expected Behavior - (Bucky x Reader) - @societyfolklore

Tell Me Something Sweet - (Lee x Reader) - @societyfolklore

Behave - (Lee x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

Good Behaviour - (Bucky x Reader) - @mrs-elsie-barnes

Sundays that smell like bread - (Steve x OFC, Bucky x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Goodbye - (Thor x Reader) - @tarithenurse

Help me - (Thor x Reader) - @tarithenurse

Clean Slate - (Lee x Reader) - @buckybarnesfic

Drop Trou - (Lee x Reader) - @buckybarnesfic

Hug - (Lee x Reader) - @buckybarnesfic

Nothing to Hide - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

a better offer - (Steve x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Kinktober 2021, Day 2: Breeding - (Frank A x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Our Love Was Meant to Be - Chp 1 - (Steve x Reader) - @callalillywrites

Field Day (1) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Four eyes and juicy thighs - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckybarnes82

Warm Bed, Warmer Mouth - (Lee x Reader) - @sunday-bug

The Contract - Chp 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @mickimoo1409

love at first buzz - (Bucky x Reader) - @w1nter-fairy

The Winter That Never Ended - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Starfall - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) - @stellar-solar-flare

Home Sweet Home - Chp 17 - (Brock x OFC) - @talia-rumlow

Repercussions - (Pete B x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Bang [The Lake House] - (various characters x Reader) - @buckets-and-trees

[witchywithwhiskey]

thank you for including my fic!! ♡♡♡

[saiyanprincessswanie]

You’re welcome hun 💜💜💜

[puds-archive]

what a good morning!! im gonna draw a dog!!

[puds-archive]

apRIL FOOLS I DREW TWO DOGS THEY’RE BEST FRIENDS

[thebloggerskaramazov-deactivate]

the only good april fool’s joke

[puds-archive]

Aw I was really hoping tumblr would update the URL stuff but I guess not eh? happy april fools yall! 

[ellashryver]

mates? yeah, seems like it - pt. 2

Part 1 here!

It took you some time to process what was really happening, to understand what he actually was. On the first day, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were obviously panicking, because all you remembered was a massive wolf ready to devour you before you woke up in his bed — yes, his bed. You realized that when you saw his clothes in the wardrobe. Everything was just so strange and terrifying.

His human form was nothing short of magnificent. Black hair, as dark as night. Some marks on his face and shoulders, and a chest so perfect it could’ve been drawn. But there were scars everywhere. A large one over his left eye, and around six on his chest. You could count them because he barely wore shirts.

Cahir was in total internal numbness. This couldn’t be real. All of those things happening — why couldn’t he stop staring at you? He never lost control. It just didn’t make sense for him to lose it over an ordinary human. And a silent one, too. He tried to coax some words out of you, politely. You wouldn’t answer your name, age, or what you did. All you said was, "Please, let me go home," and damn it, couldn’t you feel anything? Really?

He felt a strange mix of possession, anger, and happiness. You were perfect, chained to his bed. He was about to explode. His instincts told him to take you, worship you, mark you as deeply as he could. Shit, he was fucking ready to breed you, and you couldn’t feel anything? It was a damn shame.

You had refused to eat — the dinner he himself hunted and cooked for you. How complicated could you be? The agony began to disturb him on the second day when you still hadn’t eaten. So he tried cooking again, something different.

Still, you refused to eat. You just wanted to go home. Apparently, patience wasn’t his strong suit. When he saw you wouldn’t eat on your own, Cahir gave you two options: accept that he would feed you, or he’d open your mouth and force the food down, spoonful by spoonful. You’d rather not find out what that second option felt like.

"Come on, baby, open your mouth. Yeah, there you go. Very good, love," Cahir whispered, proud of himself when you stopped fighting and just ate.

When you were done, he cleaned your mouth with a napkin, his eyes admiring your lips as he did. His warm skin brushed your cheek, and you had no idea how melted he felt inside.

Since you’d been here, he barely left the room. Maybe for twenty minutes, at most. Then he was back, watching you every second. Sometimes he smiled, sometimes he whispered something in his native tongue that you couldn’t understand. When you begged him to set you free, to at least take off the chains, he pretended not to hear you. It was like he was trying to figure out if you were real or not.

Two days locked up, and you were starting to panic. You needed to go home. What in the hell did this strange man want with you? Man or… whatever the hell he was.

Of course, he decided you needed a shower. But this time, he didn’t give you the same option he did with food. You either got in the shower, or you got in the shower. There was no choice — it was an obligation. Just like he was smelling something awful coming from you. And indeed, he was.

He was missing something — a little piece of himself in you. Yes, you’d been sleeping in his bed for two days, but it wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted you to smell like his soap, his shampoo, his clothes. His, completely.

He took the chains off you, sending chills down your skin with his warm hands on your arms. Your heart started beating faster. You didn’t understand why, but even though you were afraid of him, you couldn’t stop or fight. And not just because you knew you couldn’t run if he turned into that wolf again, but because, somewhere deep inside, you longed for it.

Hating yourself for it, you didn’t fight when he guided you to the bathroom, or when he slowly, carefully, took your clothes off, like he was savoring your company. Like he was trying to understand that strange feeling as much as you were.

“That’s so awkward,” you murmured, closing your eyes. You were so tired. “Please, please stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” he teased.

“Like I mean something.”

He chuckled.

“What makes you think you don’t, love?”

“You…” You took a deep breath. “You looked like you wanted to kill me that night.”

“I kind of did,” he whispered, gently touching your chin. “But at the same time, I just want to deserve every minute of your presence.”

You looked into those dark eyes, at the horrendous scar.

“My family, they…”

“No, honey, no,” he whispered, kissing your bare shoulder softly.

You froze.

“Let’s wash your hair, love.”

Just like that, he cut off the conversation. Then, with all the devotion in the world, he washed your hair, your body, dressed you in some of his large, clean clothes, and laid you in bed, spoiling you like a child. That night, he forced you to sleep with his caresses. And the next night. And the night after that.

Every day, he cooked for you, untangled your hair, told you stories about his pack and the people who lived there. How they lived. It was like he was introducing you to a new life. And you felt that possession, that madness, that would never let you go.

Cahir hated that he never waited for you. That he never prepared himself to be a good mate for you. But don’t worry, love, he would be perfect. Everything a mate should be. He would do anything you needed, or anything he thought you needed. Except, of course, let you go home. You were home, after all.

Things started to change even more when you learned his name. Cahir. When you called him by it, his wolf did flips inside his chest, loving the sensation. He would kill someone just to hear you call his name again.

But you rarely did it. You protested as best as you could, sometimes even trying to fight. But it didn’t work. He still slept beside you, took care of you, and never once mentioned bringing you home or calling your family.

He didn’t want to kill you, but he also wouldn’t let you leave. What did that beast see in you? What did he want? You didn’t know. You just wanted him to leave.

Until one night, he left to take care of his pack, like usual, but didn’t come back to the room. One hour, two, three… and he still wasn’t back. You would never admit you were worried about your captor. Of course you weren’t. But being caressed to sleep for the past eleven nights had given you a comfort you’d never known. And that thing you’d been feeling, like your chest was calling for his, made you want to puke.

He came home around two in the morning. When he opened the door, you had to control yourself to not show relief.

“Where have you b—” you stopped, shocked.

But his appearance wasn’t great. He was hurt. An alarm went off in your head. Who the hell hurt him?

A claw mark was bleeding on his shoulder, and he seemed tired. He looked at you for a moment, then walked to the cabinet, grabbed a clean cloth, and pressed it against the wound.

“Please let me…” you started, and he could already finish your sentence in his mind: “Please let me go home,” you would’ve said.

“You should be asleep,” he whispered, almost inaudible.

“Cahir,” you called. He looked at you, feeling that stupid wolf claim inside his chest. “Let me help you.”

At first, he didn’t react, trying to process what you’d just said.

“Please, Cahir.”

You gently patted the mattress, signaling for him to sit next to you, since the chains didn’t allow you to walk over to him. “Please,” you repeated.

And so he did. His hands were sweaty as he sat where you’d asked and handed you the cloth, watching as you wet it and gently pressed it against the wound, cleaning the dried blood. But his skin, somehow, was almost healed already.

“What happened?” you asked, worry creeping into your voice.

“Sometimes, some stupid young ones think they can take care of the pack better than me. And I need to prove them wrong.”

“Did you prove it?”

He chuckled.

“Always.” His eyes didn’t leave your face. “Why didn’t you go to sleep?”

You didn’t answer. You just finished tending to his wound and lay back in bed, making space on the blanket for him to lie behind you. Your morals crumbling when you invited:“We should get some sleep now.”

Y'all 😭 thank you so much for all the love on the first part of this story! I wasn’t expecting so much of it. And I’m really sorry it took me so long to post the second part. I don’t know if it’s obvious, but English is not my first language, so it’s kind of hard to write in the most natural way. But I’ll keep trying! I hope you guys liked this one. I have some ideas for more monster OS and some of the COD guys as well. Let me know what you want and think, and I’ll work on it! Also, I'm trying to learn how to make the posts prettier to be read for you.

Lots of kisses from Brazil <3

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 287 & 288

After one week of reading 50 fics I’m ending January with a total of 190 Fics read. Phew 😂 lots of long days and nights.

Hello everyone and welcome to my recommended reading list! I hope you will find something you will enjoy on this weeks list.

Thank you to everyone who enjoys my lists and reblogs them. Your support means the world to me. Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me.

💜 This week, I read 50 fanfics—absolutely amazing fanfics. It has been so much fun for me, and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

My Last Goodbye - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

The contract (15) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Wishful Thinking - (Nick x Reader) - @navybrat817

Longing - (Lee x Reader) - @buckybarnesfic

Menace - (Lee x Reader) - @buckybarnesfic

Lie-In - (Lee x Reader) - @buckybarnesfic

Home Sweet Home - Chp 15 - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

Bed Warmer - (Dark!Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817

Noble Enough - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

For Months - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Shattered - (Steve x Reader) - @ice-vipers

No tears left to cry - (Ransom x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

In My Sights - (God The Bounty Hunter x Reader) - @soelstress

#Hollywood - Prologue - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

Pointing Fingers - (Bucky x Reader) - @societyfolklore

Blat Blat! - (Steve x Reader) - @soelstress

The Spell Wedding Part 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Protection - (Steve x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Contrary - (Nick x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

Curves - (Lee x Reader) - @holylulusworld

You Shouldn't Be Here - (Lee x Reader) - @societyfolklore

To Be Loved - (Johnny x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

The truth comes too late - (Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Si No Estas Tu - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Can I Have This Dance? - (Steve x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Trouble - (Lee x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

Whatever It Takes - (Bucky x Reader) - @mrs-elsie-barnes

Finish Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @mrs-elsie-barnes

Helping - (Bucky x Reader) - @mrs-elsie-barnes

January Jumble Scribbles Day 22 - (Bucky x Reader) - @thenameswinter99

Something Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @lessersole

Bang Bang - (Bucky x Reader) - @lessersole

Knife (for)play - (Bucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Little Runaway - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Reconciliation - (Bucky x Reader) - @sunday-bug

A Dynamic Duo - (Bucky x Reader) - @sunday-bug

Ceremony - (Dark!Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Silent Gambit - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Moving Mountains For You - (Curtis x Reader) - @/castielscaplan

His Everything - (Lee x Reader) - @soelstress

Rude - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @late-to-the-party-81

Hidden Cameras - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Constant Change (Snippet) - (Bucky x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

Home - (Bucky x Reader) - @/castielscaplan

Promise - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

January 18: Nick Fowler - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

January 25: Lloyd Hansen - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Carried Away - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Taught Me Well - (Lance x Reader) - @soelstress

Wacky Tobacky - (Stucky x Reader) - @gremlin-girly

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 277 & 278

Thank you to everyone who enjoys my lists and reblogs them. Your support means the world to me.

A/N: Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me.

💜 This week, I read 40 fanfics—absolutely amazing fanfics. It has been so much fun for me, and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Cure Your Ache - (Curtis x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

New Tricks - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @late-to-the-party-81

Flinch - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

learning the hard way - (Lloyd x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

seeing stars - (Ari x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

That's Us - (Curtis x Reader) - @societyfolklore

Hacker - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

House Party - (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) - @societyfolklore

Love Me Forever, Don't Leave Me Alone - (Steve x Reader) - @quantumbarnes

Grave Mistakes (2/2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Just the Three of Us - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

So the Hunt Begins - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Sigh - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Coming Home - (Bucky x Reader) - @gremlin-girly

Sexy Scribble #9: Steve Rogers - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Sexy Scribble #6: Andy Barber - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You won't wake up tomorrow - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

In your lap, like at home - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

When fate takes its toll - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

A Sky Full of Stars - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Tamed - (Reverend Drew x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Damages - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Bucky's Rules for Living at the Compound - Rule Number One - (Bucky x Reader) - @mrs-elsie-barnes

The boy next door - (Cole x Reader) - @labella420

His Anchor - (Bucky x Reader) - @elixirfromthestars

Shattered Glass - Kinktober 20 - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Suit - (Bucky x Reader) - @daydreamgoddess14

Old Bonds, New Beginnings (2/3) - (Ari x Reader) - @steviebbboi

Buzz - (Bucky x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

The contract (10) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Breeding Bunny - (Steve x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

Accidentally on Purpose - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Sexy September Scribbles - 25 - (Nick x Reader) - @daydreamgoddess14

Hold You Tight: Part 34 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

You Sure You Wanna See It? - (Lee x Reader) - @societyfolklore

3 Times You See Steve Shirtless - @castielscaplan

Loyal Commends - (Frank A x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Daddy's Pissed - (Steve x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Beer and Bonding - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Drowns The Whiskey, Part 1 - (Jimmy x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 271 & 272

Thank you to everyone who enjoys my lists and reblogs them. Your support means the world to me.

A/N: Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me.

💜 This week, I read 70 fanfics between this list & Annie’s reading list —absolutely amazing fanfics. It has been so much fun for me, and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

What Do You Desire - (Ari x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

You rule the world, but you always come home - (Stucky x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Three Steps, One Heart - (Stucky x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

After the Silence - (Stucky x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Beautiful - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Fallen - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

seeing stars - (Ari x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

The Warmth of You - (Wanda x Steve) - @castielscaplan

Strawberry Pickings - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

A Summer's Beat - (Bucky x Reader) - @/castielscaplan

Owned - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

His to Ruin - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

You Asked - (Frank A x Reader) - @societyfolklore

Sexy September Scribbles - 17 - (Bucky x Reader) - @daydreamgoddess14

Side of the Road [The Lake House] - (Stucky x Reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Guarding Temptation - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Contracted - (Lloyd x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

take what you're given - (Lee x Reader) - @sheriff-bodecker

By Royal Command - (Steve x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Not Done Yet - (Bucky x Reader) - @ramp-it-up

Reassurance - (Steve x Reader) - @ramp-it-up

Damning - (Andy x Reader) - @anika-ann

Debrief - (Bucky x Reader) - @lessersole

Sexy Scribble #24: Cole Turner - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

you're taking me so well - (Bucky x Reader) - @overwintering-soldier

The Masshole - (Andy x Reader) - @biteofcherry

your favorite game - (Steve x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Size Difference - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Just Competitive - (Bucky x Reader) - @societyfolklore

Claimed - (Bucky x Reader) - @daydreamgoddess14

The contract (7) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Second Chances Part 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Resolve - (Ransom x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

You took her first - (Stucky x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

The Monster in My Thoughts - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Tea - (Jefferson x Reader) - @navybrat817

Fragile - (Thor x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Overboard - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Hold You Tight: Part 31 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Good as New - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Au Natural - (Ari x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

He who brings the night - (Bucky x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Little Sweater - Flufftober 7 - (Ransom x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Sperm Donor - Kinktober 15 - (Ari x Reader) - @/holylulusworld

Early Morning Walks - @gremlin-girly

Dust Bunnies - (Curtis x Reader x Mace) - @gremlin-girly

Sexy Scribble #7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Just For You - (Bucky x Reader) - @lessersole

To the Limits - (Steve x Bucky x Reader) - @sunday-bug

HEAT - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

nekoannie-chan Reading List

[holylulusworld]

Thank you for including me, lovely. 🥺😘

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Of course hun 💜🥰

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 265 & 266

Thank you to everyone who enjoys my lists and reblogs them. Your support means the world to me.

A/N: Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me.

💜 This week, I read 20 fanfics—absolutely amazing fanfics. It has been so much fun for me, and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

A Picnic in the Park - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Once Upon a Winter Solstice - (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Love and Lace - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Menu gone wrong - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

She's Like Heroin - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

New Hope - (Steve x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Royally Screwed - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Confused - @nekoannie-chan

The Daughters of the Storm - @nekoannie-chan

What burns when you close your eyes? - @nekoannie-chan

Study Breaks: Frank - @sunday-bug

Denied and Dripping - (Bucky x Reader) - @societyfolklore

Wallpaper - (Steve x Reader) - @buck-star

Mutual Satisfaction - (Lloyd x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Tell Me a Story - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Storytelling scars - (Steve x Reader) - @buck-star

The contract (3) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

We are in this together 2…- (Bucky x Reader) - @sosa2imagines

third times charm: third meeting - (Bucky x Reader) - @buck-star

Hold You Tight: Part 28 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 261 & 262

Welcome to Year 6 of my Reading Lists 🥰😁 Thank you to everyone who enjoys my lists and reblogs them. Your support means the world to me.

A/N: Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me.

💜 This week, I read 25 fanfics—absolutely amazing fanfics. It has been so much fun for me, and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

The Secrets We Hide - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Entrancing Haze - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @mercurial-chuckles

Back It Up - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

In the wrong cell - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

A Birthday Without a Flag - (Steve x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Bucky Barnes, Girl Dad - (Bucky x Reader) - @sunday-bug

Fireflies - (Ari x Reader) - @bigtreefest

comforting touches - (Bucky x Reader) - @buck-star

Like Riding A Bike - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

These Days - (Curtis x Reader) - @krirebr

I've Got You, Babe - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Cold Without You - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Mornings Like This - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan

Inked - (Bucky x Reader) - @daydreamgoddess14

Please, don't leave me - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

third times charm: first meeting - (Bucky x Reader) - @buck-star

Hold You Tight: Part 26 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Why Bother? - (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

Codename: Agent Alpine - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Forbidden Fruit And Stolen Moments - (Bucky x Reader) - @americasass81

The contract (1) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Papers - (Nick x Reader) - @daydreamgoddess14

Emergence - (Mark Meachum x Reader) - @b3autyfuld1sast3r

morning heat - (Nick x Reader) - @buck-star

Five times you adapted... and one time you refused to - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

[krirebr]

Thank you so much for including me! 💜💜

[saiyanprincessswanie]

You’re welcome ☺️💜

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Year Six Reading List

2025 - 2026 Reading Lists

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261 & 262