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crush (peter parker)

summary: peter has been visiting you as spider-man long enough to develop a crush on you. the problem? you have a crush on somebody else.

notes: u guys…i love peter parker so much okay!!! also this is a short fic bc i have a longer one in the works. yes i realize this is 4k words but like, that’s short for me ok bye happy reading! 

warnings: typos, probably.

Peter Parker sat on the ledge of your fire escape, careful to avoid the patches of snow from the previous day. It had been a long night of patrolling and his lower back ached to no end. The familiar space spread warmth to Peter’s chest as he attempted to collect his breath, the inside of his suit scratching against his skin. 

It had been dark out for a few hours. Peter knew that May would be going to sleep in an hour, leaving the perfect opportunity for him to slip back into his bedroom undetected. He had lied to her earlier, saying that he’d be studying with a group of friends he had made at university earlier that semester. But he had other places he needed to be. 

He would be lying if he said his only reason for patrolling was to keep his city out of danger. While that was a big motivation for him to put his suit on, the other reason was because he wanted to see you.

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james buchanan ‘bucky’ barnes

masterlist • marvel • 04/20/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs four

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𑣲 light I @sun-kissy

bucky meets you, his bright, new neighbour, and is instantly endeared

𑣲 bucky hcs I @/sun-kissy

𑣲 people pleaser!reader I @winterarmyy

𑣲 must be fate pt2 pt3 pt4 I @/winterarmyy

Y/N has been crossing paths with this particularly sweet alpha all day long; this must be fate right?

𑣲 sleepy heads I @/winterarmyy

That time when the reader accidentally fell asleep on a stranger’s shoulder in the subway ride home. The stranger in question, however, is none other than the former Winter Soldier, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

𑣲 valley-girl charm I @rainydayathogwarts

In which reader from the 1940s knows just how to play the damsel in distress to get exactly what she wants in the modern age after coming out of the ice.

𑣲 starry eyed I @flowersforbucky

reader gets a special gift from her secret santa

𑣲 alls well that ends well to end up with you I @/flowersforbucky

bucky isn't going to let an extended mission, a severe thunderstorm, and a delayed flight ruin your first valentine's day together.

𑣲 no one does it better I @/flowersforbucky

sent on a mission with the man you never intended to fall for, you run into someone from your past who your heart has never been able to fully let go of.

𑣲 love language I @/flowersforbucky

snapshots of your relationship with bucky told through the five love languages.

𑣲 moth to a flame I @/flowersforbucky

bucky is triggered into the winter soldier during a mission and then goes MIA, until he seeks you out in the middle of the night.

𑣲 rule number one I @mrs-elsie-barnes

Bucky is happy to find you still in his bed the morning after the night before, but Steve isn't impressed.

𑣲 never again I deactivated account

natasha likes to touch bucky's dog tags and bucky, well, he just wants to know why his favorite girl isn't talking to him.

𑣲 the other guy I @seventven

pietro proves to y/n that bucky is into her by doing everything in his power to make him jealous

𑣲 voicemails to an unmanned inbox I @pellucid-constellations

When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home. 

𑣲 flashing lights pt2 I @/pellucid-constellations

Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?

𑣲 jealous I @/pellucid-constellations

You keep talking about the owner of that new bakery and it’s rubbing Bucky the wrong way.

𑣲 five moments in time I @/pellucid-constellations

All of the moments in which Sergeant Barnes let the nurse on his unit know he’s not gonna stop trying to win her over. Even from beyond the grave.

𑣲 stay still pt 2 I @buckysknifecollection

What if your soulmate was the one person you had hurt the most?

𑣲 dog tags I @/buckysknifecollection

You are a kept prisoner by Hydra, your role is to fix Soldat’s metal arm whenever it gets damaged in a mission. You grow fond of each other and you decide to save him.

𑣲 slipping away I @kashimos-hajime

and now, he’s not your bucky anymore.

𑣲 dr. bee I @malum-forev

Bucky has quite the reputation but all it takes for him to want to change is an hour with an outspoken little Bee.

𑣲 eyes never lie I @/malum-forev

Sam and Bucky try to recruit (Y/N), Bucky's ex and a former Avenger who has left that life behind. But they realize her life has changed completely once they meet a her daughter with striking blue eyes.

𑣲 her weakness I @buckysfaveplum

you’re an enhanced individual with strong abilities and one moral code- you only fight with them when your opponent is also enhanced. during the fight with john walker, that code gets broken when bucky is hurt

𑣲 misery loves company pt2 pt3 pt4 I @shurisneakers

grumpy x grumpy drabbles

𑣲 saturn I @/shurisneakers

you die. bucky tries to bring you back (or) close to a year after you die, bucky's desperation finally finds an answer. but it may not be the one he's hoping for.

𑣲 unsolved I @/shurisneakers

Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or any shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

𑣲 by the warmth of the oven I @elixirfromthestars

You are baking cookies for the Avengers holiday party when a certain super solider comes into the kitchen tipsy for the first time...

𑣲 boulevard confessions I @/elixirfromthestars

Being a third wheel to Peggy and Steve wasn't your ideal Thursday night fun. However, when they tell you Bucky is tagging along you eagerly decide to join them. That is until a third party makes its presence known.

𑣲 knock you down a peg or two I @navybrat817

Someone learns the hard way that it's a bad idea to upset Bucky's wife.

𑣲 stood up I @/navybrat817

Bucky asks you out on a date and doesn't show.

𑣲 sugar plums I @blythesarchives

The soldier has an attachment to you.

𑣲 Подарок I @/blythesarchives

You give the soldier a present for Christmas.

𑣲 limbo I @/blythesarchives

Not quite Bucky, not quite Soldat, but all yours.

𑣲 cut your hair I @/blythesarchives

You help Bucky cut his hair.

𑣲 fugitives I @/blythesarchives

While you and Bucky flee from captivity in Berlin, Bucky shows his thanks to you for always being by his side.

𑣲 just as you are I @/blythesarchives

He tries his best for Valentine's Day.

𑣲 some other guy I @espinosaurusrexex

Everything was finished: the buffet was ready with sweet goodies, people were wearing their ugliest Christmas sweaters, and the music spread Christmas spirit wherever it reached. But you were still not enjoying it as much as you should. Something was missing, but what could you have possibly forgotten?

𑣲 when it all falls apart I @bucky-bucket-barnes

The fate of the universe was in your hands. Bucky and you had been sent to retrieve the soul stone, a seemingly simple task. Unbeknownst to you, there was a hefty price to pay for such an exchange. You’re able to return to Earth, but it’s soon apparent part of you was left in Vormir.

𑣲 just one kiss I @sarahwroteathing

Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?

Can I request a tasm spider man x reader imagine, where Peter is upset about something and then he takes a shower to try to calm down and then the reader decides to join him and says some sweet words to him to try to cheer him up. Not necessarily sexual content but just fluff and trying to comfort him 😇 pleaaase 🥰

AN | This got a lil but also really soft so I hope you like it❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings | Dad!Peter, Mentions of Death [fire, accident]

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’d known Peter for a long time now. Since you were just kids, really, and that seemed so far away from the responsibilities and life you led now. 

But it also meant that you knew him incredibly well. You knew him on a level so deep that it was almost incomprehensible sometimes. He knew you too, knew you better than you knew yourself which, like most things, was both a blessing and sometimes a curse.

It meant that you knew something was wrong as soon as Peter came home. From the way he opened the window, to how he hopped in and landed on his feet, to the weary sigh that escaped his lips, you knew that something was wrong. Off. 

“Peter?” you kept your voice quiet, knowing he’d be able to hear you regardless, in order to prevent the baby from waking up. He didn’t say anything in response which caused you to frown slightly. You hated the mere idea that he was upset about anything. You looked down at your daughter, still sleeping and none the wiser, and stroked her chubby cheek, “good night, my sweet girl. I love you so much.”

You ensured that the night light was on and left the door open just a crack before walking down the hall to your bedroom where you knew he was. You rapped your knuckles against the door before opening it quietly when he didn’t respond. He was sitting on the bed, half dressed and staring out the window, watching the raindrops hit the window and slide down. He didn’t even turn around to face you.

“Hey my love,” you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to well up and run down your cheeks as you slowly walked over to him. Peter remained silent but turned his head ever so slightly in your direction so you could see his profile. You spied the frown that seemed to be etched on his features.You padded over to him, sitting next to him on the bed, setting a hand on top of his, “Peter.”

He made a small sound in the back of his throat before you noticed his shoulders slump and he leaned into you. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, you pulled him into your body as best as you could, peppering kisses to the side of his head. It was then that you noticed he was trembling and shaking, along with feeling cold. 

Usually if one of the two of you had to be strong it was Peter, but tonight it was going to have to be you. And you had no problem taking care of him because you loved him so deeply and desperately. 

You slowly and gently stood up and moved in front of him, holding out your hands to him, “c’mon, love.”

After a few beats he gave you a single nod and put his hands in yours. You only had to tug lightly before he stood up in front of you. Before you could say anything else, he hugged you, hanging onto you as though he was afraid you’d disappear, like this was the last time he’d get to do this. 

You melted into his touch, rubbing his back in soothing patterns as he buried himself into you as best as he could. It didn’t matter that he was taller and larger, you’d be his support no matter what. 

After a few moments, you slowly lowered your arms from around him and took his hand in yours, leading him towards the ensuite bathroom. He followed along wordlessly, stopping in the doorway when you dropped his hands. You turned on the shower and let it warm before slowly stripping off your clothes and tossing them to the side. Peter watched you intently, almost nothing written on his face, but you knew that your Peter was in there somewhere. 

You turned around and reached for the neck of his suit. He’d barely managed to pull the mask off before he realized that the energy it would take was too much. You slowly pulled the fabric down his chest and arms, appraising him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He seemed to be all in one piece as you finished pulling the suit down his legs and helping him to kick it off along with his boxers. 

“Here,” you took his hand again and ushered him into the shower, letting him stand under the warm spray of water. You could see some of the tension leave him as his shoulders relaxed slightly, “you don’t have to talk about anything, Peter. But I hope you know, and I know you know, that I’m here for you, no matter what and however you need.”

He made a small sound and you took that as him answering your question in the affirmative. You stood behind him but wrapped your arms around his middle, trying to envelope him with your warmth and touch. You pressed a few kisses to his shoulders before resting your cheek against his back. Peter didn’t move, only put a hand on top of yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

After a while, you let go of him and gently turned him around so he was facing you. Brushing his hair out of his face, you reached for the shampoo. You popped the bottle open and gave him a tender look, “may I?”

“Please,” he almost choked on the singular word as you chanced a small smile at him. You poured some of the liquid into your hand before lathering up his hair and lightly massaging his scalp. It was always one of your favorite things - when Peter washed your hair - and you hoped he liked it as much. 

Peter remained still but you could feel him leaning into your touch as you washed and conditioned his hair and scrubbed his worn, tired body. Anything to comfort him, you would try. Really, you would do anything for him, for your husband. 

You made quick work of washing your hair; when you opened your eyes once you were done with rinsing, you found him watching you with tears running down his cheeks. Despite the steady spray of water, you could easily tell that they were tears. 

“Oh, my love,” you didn’ hesitate to pull him into you, clinging onto him like a koala, “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

“It’s my fault,” he choked out, squeezing you a little tighter, “it’s all my fault.”

You found yourself already tearing up as you held him, wishing he never had to feel that way, “let it out, love, I’ve got you.”

“It’s my fault,” he repeated softly, “I was too late. Too slow.”

“Peter,” you pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat, putting your hand on his face and brushing your thumb over his cheek, “what happened?”

“There was a fire,” it was hard to hear him clearly between his small sobs and that was enough to break your heart, “I was helping a couple of families out of their apartment building…”

Your heart sank further into the pit of your stomach as you tried to control your breathing.

“They had a little girl,” he choked and immediately you understood what happened. If it was possible for your heart to break further it would have done so, “she was trapped and I-I went to get her but I was too late.”

“Peter,” you took his face in your hands, turning his face to meet yours, “my sweet Peter.”

“It was a little girl,” his lip wobbled with effort as he tried not to cry further, “she probably wasn’t much older than our daughter.”

And that was what broke him - and you - and couldn’t contain his grief any longer. There had been many times throughout the years when he blamed himself for an unfavorable outcome, when he took the brunt of the blame for what happened. But you knew this hit home more than anything. That he couldn’t help but imagine it was his daughter.

You’d learned over the years not to say it’s okay because you knew that sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes things were terrible and horrible and not okay. 

"Peter," you whispered, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'm so sorry that her family has to go through that. No one should have to, and I know anything I can say or do won't make it better. But you can't blame yourself for this, Peter. It wasn't your fault and I know you, so I know you did your best. I know that's hard to believe right now, but it's true, and I'll keep reminding you. I love you so, so very much."

All he could manage was a teary nod, as you sighed softly. You hated that he had to go through this, that there was nothing you could do to make it better. It was the worst feeling. All you could do right now was to remind him of how loved he was.

The two of you remained in the comforting warmth of the shower until the water started to run cold. Pulling Peter out of the shower, you dried him off with a big, fluffy towel and helped him into clean, fresh pajamas. It wasn't much, but you hoped it would be somewhat of a comfort. 

“Let’s get into bed,” you whispered, pulling down the covers of the bed. You reached for his hand and pulled him closer, giving him a tight squeeze before shuffling him under the warm covers. He burrowed into the covers, pulling them tightly around his body. You moved to the other side and slipped into your half of the bed. Peter wrapped and arm around your middle and pulled you closer to him, the two of you watching each other, faces close on the pillow.

You offered him a little half smile before reaching over and brushing some of his unruly locks out of his face. Before you could pull away, he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. The tender gesture was enough to make you relax, even if ever so slightly. 

“Peter,” you whispered, “I know you did your best today, and I know it’s going to hurt for a long time, but it’ll feel better eventually.”

“How?” he croaked, “how do you know I did my best?”

“Because I know you, my love,” you trailed your fingers along his jaw, “and you never do anything without giving it your all. You put everything you have into everything you do. That’s just the man you are - a very good man.”

He fell silent, but gave you a little half nod. The two of you were silent for some time, simply studying each other. You could feel his fingers absentmindedly tracing along your exposed skin, causing you to melt. Eventually you were both almost asleep when you heard a few soft cries and whimpers crackling over the baby monitor. 

You noticed the way Peter’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move. You shook your head before slowly pulling away from, “I’ll go and check on her.”

You padded out of the room and down the hall to the nursery to see what was going on with your daughter. Cracking the door open, you heard her cries stop for a moment at the sound of the door. 

“Lilly,” you whispered her name as you peeked inside her crib. She was looking up at you, big brown eyes bright and curious. You stroked her cheek, wiping away the few crocodile tears that had run down, “what’s wrong, sweet girl?”

She made a small sound, almost like a huff as though you should have known exactly what was going on. Gently reaching into the crib, you picked her up and held her to your chest, lightly bouncing her for a moment, “I think I know just what you need.”

You walked back to your bedroom, and by the time you made it, she was calmed down and almost back to sleeping. Peter looked up as soon as you walked in, sitting up when he realized you’d brought Lilly with you. 

“Peter,” you gingerly got back into bed, making sure not to disturb either of them. You sat up and looked at him with nothing short of pure reverence, “I think she wants you.”

“I don’t know…” and yeah. He was hurting and upset, but there was nothing he loved more than his daughter - and you of course. He choked up for a moment before gently taking her from your arms. She fussed for just a moment before realizing that it was him and then buried herself into him as much as she could, wanting to be as close to him as possible. That was what broke him, causing him to realize just how deeply he loved the both of you, how he would do anything for you, and that he did his best. What happened wasn’t fair to anyone, but he did his best, always. Because at the end of the day, he always wanted to be able to tell his daughter that he did best, “my baby girl.”

You caught his eye and nodded, stroking over her back before resting your hand on his shoulder, “I love you, Peter Parker. So much, and so does she. You’ll always be our hero.”

“I know,” he kissed her little cheeks before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “you’re my hero too. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Me too,” you agreed, “I know this has been a hard night, but things will look different tomorrow - a new perspective. And we’ll figure out something we can do to help these people, okay? I promise.”

“Okay,” he looked between you and Lilly and sniffled slightly, “okay. I love you.”

“I know,” you promised fiercely, “we’ll figure this out together. You’re not alone, and you never will be, Peter. I love you.”

In his arms Lilly cooed softly before wrapping a tiny hand around his fingers. In her own little way, she was telling him she loved him too. 

Things would be okay - maybe not now or soon, but eventually. Especially with the two of you at his side.

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welded by water

— you take the time to explore the base he offers you as your home, wandering through countless doors. but your favorite will always be the one that leads to him.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: OR SYLUS SWIMMING IN A POOL 😩 sylus’s birthday is in 3 days & i’m unwell ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ he’s gonna be celebrated for the first time and my heart bleeds i love him sm. anyway! this idea was born out of that one ingredient story where he pulls u in the pool I SCREAMED its so romantic & thinking abt sylus in a private pool changed my life 😵‍💫 i hope you enjoy!! ❀-urs

sylus x reader | fluff, romantic tension, smoochie kisses, sylus in a swimming pool hehehe

tw: suggestive touches, very brief description of drowning

You knew the base was big. You barely found your way around to the training room, feeling as if the halls shift and shuffle like an enchanted maze. Usually, Sylus would show you around— lead you by the elbow pushing forward, clasp your hands together to pull you to a secret garden, hike you up his hips and carry you to his bedroom. 

But today you decided exploring would be a good thing. Equipped with Mephisto on your shoulder (a ceasefire between you two today), you walk down the dim crossroads and forks of the building with confidence. 

You’d asked permission before, to walk around and open doors. Sylus merely hummed, lips pressed to your shoulder, saying, “Everything I own is yours.”

You didn’t take that lightly. You refused— tried to— but you knew he was certain. Every word uttered from his lips weighs like a stone in water. You knew, in your heart, he would claim the world and say that all he has conquered is yours to take and use according to your will. 

So here you are, assuming responsibility. Knowing the kingdom where you lay claim. With your phone on the notes app open, you tap tap tap away at directions and take stock of the rooms there are in his— your home.

It’s fun to discover to an extent. Although, when all Mephisto can give you is a head nuzzle and a squawk, you quickly lose interest by the fourth armory. Light fingers trace a line down from the bird’s head to his beak, “Where’s Sylus?” 

Mephisto shakes, his metallic feathers fluttering like real ones except they sound like windchimes— extremely thin iron tendrils clinking against each other like rain. One of your many favorite things about him.

The bird takes off to fulfill your request. This time, he waits for you to keep up. He leads you past an artificial greenhouse, another showcase room displaying his many gem collections, the boxing gym and then…

Mephisto perches himself on the top of the doorway of two double doors. If you’re correct, you should be west of the house. Maybe a wall of the whole structure. Beyond the threshold could be taller windows and maybe the sky. Maybe a telescope. With all the things you’ve seen, an observatory wouldn’t be surprising.

“Bet you three nut-bolts it’s an observatory.” you say and lean your weight into your shoulder against the door. “Though, I never thought him to be interested in astrono…” 

The words fizzle and die on your lips as you’re kissed by a faint blast of moisture and the sound of splashing echoing loud through the hall. Your gaze is drawn upwards at the high ceiling reverberating the sound, and then across the molded crowns of the walls. You follow the pattern, bewildered gaze racing down the curves of the large french windows. The stars— no, the galaxies, splattered like paint onto glass. The moon shines through the glass, and reflects unto the rippling water of the swimming pool. 

The pool where Sylus swam with refined grace. Running through laps with no signs of tiring. Breaking the surface of the water for breath, and then going back under to pop up again on the other end.

You’re too engrossed by the look of it all— how a room with a pool can rival the size of a library, can also feel like an observatory. You file your initial guess as a win at that.

Carefully, you step inside. Almost as if afraid to disrupt the sanctity of it all. But you push forward, into the candle-like glow of the lamps around the pool.

You make your way to the edge, sit cross legged and watch him swim. Up and down. Fast, faster. Silently and then with more force. A faint beeping signals his stop, and he emerges from the water like a god that commands the seas. The moonlight shines on his hair and transforms it into liquid silver melting over his eyes. 

Warm and cool reflect of the wet planes of his body, creating an ethereal illusion glimmering an otherworldly glow. 

And his eyes, so dark and yet brighter than a dying sun, find you. Hold you captive in their focus. Your stomach caves and your chest burns at his perception. 

The little jolt he gets in his chest whenever he finds you staring at him like that never fails to fluster him. What a gift to see you in general, but he cannot deny that he loves when you seek him out. When you emerge from your world and join him in his. When he finds you sitting there, staring, waiting for him. 

He swims from the other edge of the pool towards you. A swan through the water with practiced grace. And when he reaches your dry little island, he pulls himself up by his forearms to greet you. “Done exploring, sweetie?” 

You swallow. Happy he is here, but you often tend to forget how he looks beneath all his designer refinery and comfy, steal-able clothes. Strangled, an “mhm” manages to wriggle its way out your throat. 

“Cat got your tongue?” he smirks, catching the way your pupils scramble down so quickly and clumsily over his body. Beneath his cool exterior, his heart spasms with endearment. “Kitten?” 

And he’s back— love of your life, most annoying man on the planet. Stupid, cocky look dripping along with the droplets of his face as he challenges you. You dig through your pocket and find a coin. 

Swift and easy, you toss it into the pool. It plops and leaves ripples right by his hip. A beat, and then he tilts his head at you in confusion. “Made a wish?” 

“Enriching this pool.” you explain. “It lacks gold, and I’ve always seen you as someone who should be swimming in it.” 

“Is that a compliment?”

“Don’t take it then.” you huff.

He chuckles, turning your upturned nose back towards him with wet fingers, making you scowl. He grins wider, “No, no. it’s just… not enough.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh. I’m sorry, would you like me to throw in a hundred in there?” 

He snorts. “Sweetheart, you can do better than that.”

“Your black card drowns then.”

He laughs, whole and soulful. And it echoes through the hall as this beautiful symphony. “None of that is enough to enrich the pool.” 

“Calling yourself broke isn’t as humbling as you think.”

“Darling.”

“What?”

“Hold your nose.” splash! In a single movement, he’s grasped your hand and pulled you into the water. Your arms flail, but his touch never leaves you as he hauls his soaked little dragon li up to the surface.

“Sylus!” you screech, finding his shoulders and pulling yourself flush against him for leverage. You didn’t expect it to be that deep. His arms wrap around you tightly as he chuckles. 

Truly, how delightful is your misery.

“Now it’s enriched.” he says slowly. Glancing down at your downturned lips and your angry brow. A request you recognize and melts you right away.

Your distance makes it easier to curl your fingers on the nape of his neck and tug his lips to yours in a slow, languid kiss. 

You breathe, “How’d you know my wish?”

He grins, pressing one, two, three kisses to your lips in rapid successions. He has no answer, but he lets you know that he wished for it too. 

You’re pulled further into the pool, his movements smooth and unhurried as he kisses you again. A man starved. The first drop of water in the desert. 

You cling tighter, worried when your feet can’t find the ground. But he guides your thigh up and taps the back of your knee so you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Sweetie.” he murmurs, motions taking pause. He delights in the way you push more, chasing his halted kisses with your soft lips. “Mm, beloved.”

“Yes?” you almost whine, irked by the interruption. Every fiber of his soul frays and blows into the wind at the sound anyway.

“Look.” he says, only because he knows you’ll love it. Gentle fingers wrap around your chin, turning your head towards the length of the pool. With your stillness, the water follows suit, and reveals an endless mirror for the endless sky. 

“Oh,” your lips part, your eyes widen, and you get the urge to cling onto Sylus’s strong shoulders a little more. You press your cheek to his to marvel at the beauty he beholds you.

The flecks of lights dance on the warbling glass you swim in, the lunar touch transmutes the water into silk. The sky is on your body and both are doused in starlight. 

“Beautiful.” you breathe, touching the silver surface carefully, watching the tiniest waves disturb the image. 

“Yes.” he says, but his fingers find your cheek. And his eyes have never left your face, waiting and watching for this reaction exactly. Delighting in the cosmos as well— on your skin, in your eyes. He thinks: Gorgeous. Ethereal. Divine.

All mine. 

You turn to see his drunken gaze at you and smile at the implication of his words. Noses brush and kisses resume. 

“I think this is my favorite room.” you say, but your head is filled with him who holds you in his space.  

His amusement takes form in a laugh, low and suave. “Yeah?” 

You hum. Brush his hair back— bundles of moonlight slipping through your fingers— plant your palms on his chest, and lean your forehead on his. 

His warm hands travel up your back, pushing you impossibly closer to his warmth. Until you’re welded by the sparks of light in the sky. Until you meld together in a warm loving tangle of limbs and breath. He says, “It’s all yours.”

But amongst all the wealth, the treasures and the rooms he chooses to share with you, he is the only one you truly desire. Him, and your soul asks nothing more. 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

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We Can Be Fucked Up Together

(Randy Meeks x Riley!reader)

Summary: You find solace in Randy after your best friend and boyfriend go on a killing spree

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Warnings: making out, no actual smut but allusions to it, memories of murder, murder, former Stu x reader, backflashs to The Night of the murder, blood, reader having sympathy for Stu

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An: This is My first scream fic, And I am very happy to be Writing about Randy. My baby deserves more love

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The walls felt like they were closing in around You. You shouldn’t be alive, the blood loss was already making your head woozy and your midsection was starting to go numb from where you had been stabbed. You chose to believe Billy was the one who stabbed you, otherwise you’d Look Even more pathetic kneeling on the ground trying to stop Stu’s bleeding.

“Stop moving.” You mumbled while putting more pressure on some of his wounds.

“Im feeling woozy!” He whined, And you hated How it made you feel. You shouldn’t feel bad for him. He had killed people, he was planing on killing you, and yet your heart hurt to hear the person you’d loved for the past two years Be in pain.

“You’re going to die If we stay Here-“ You started to try and push yourself to your feet, but a gun to your back stoped you.

“Don’t fucking move,” Billy hissed.

“He’s going to die!” You yelled back, But You didn't try to stand up again.

“Then you better keep pressure on it until i fucking kill Sidney.” He snapped before running off to find Sidney, who had gone to hide somewhere.

Once the gun was gone Your attention went back to the man on Front of you. He had tears in his eyes, but an almost smile on his face.

“Why?” You whispered, unsure if you even wanted an answer.

“Why not?” He chuckled, jerking his arm up and pushing the knife straight into your stomach.

You sat up straight in your bed, letting out a small scream as you ripped at your shirt. The only thought running through your head was ‘i Need This Off.’

“Fuck!” You mumbled, struggling with getting the shirt up. You started to calm when you saw the lack of blood on your shirt. Another nightmare.

As you steadied your breathing, you couldn’t help but notice how small your room felt. How dark it was. You couldn’t stay here. Not tonight. You would either fall back asleep To Deal with nightmares, or Lay awake And Deal with memories. Not that you had a lot of places to go.

You could wake up Dewey, but his pain meds knocked him out. Besides, you didn’t want to bother him. Sidney wasn’t on the best terms with you currently; the two of you were never the closest in your group of friends. The only left Randy.

You stood up and pulled some sweatpants on along with a jacket. You debated going out the window, but you would have to walk the few blocks to his house and you weren’t brave enough for that yet. Instead you quietly made your way through the house, sneaking by your parents and brothers room so you could grab your car keys. Thankfully, your parents slept hard enough that they wouldn’t hear you driving away.

Driving definitely wasn’t the best idea; your entire body was still shaking and you didn’t dare go more then 10 miles an hour. When you arrived at the Meeks, you were quick to turn off the car to not wake the entire family and got out.

Just like you had the other three times this week, you found the window into Randy’s bedroom. You couldn’t see the man, but the tv in his room was on. You knocked on the window lightly, and it didn’t take long for his face to appear in front of you. He quickly opened the window, frowning at you.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you offered a small smile. He helped you climb into his room, and you took your spot on his bed next to him. He was sat with his back to the wall, an arm wrapped around you. You were cuddled into his side, watching the tv in front of you both. Nightmare On Elm Street.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“How can you watch this shit?” You ignored his question for his own, turning your head away from the screen.

“I love this movie,” he shrugged.

“I used to,” you mumbled. It was silent for a few minutes, saved for the movie playing, before you said something. Something that had been bothering you every day for the past 6 months.

“I should have noticed it sooner.” He tensed slightly, and you immediately regretted saying it; but you had to. The thought had been filling your head for months.

“You couldn’t have.”

“Ya, I could have. My best friend and boyfriend went on a killing spree, I should have noticed something.” Randy pushed you away slightly, making you look up at him.

“Sidney was dating him, should she be blamed for what happened too?”

“Thats different,” you snapped. “She fought back, I tried to save him!” You whisper yelled, worried about the others asleep in the house.

“Thats because its who you are,” he argued back. “You go out of your way to see the best in people, even if they don’t deserve it. Even after what Stu did, you didnt want to be the reason he died.” You flinched at his name, you hadn’t heard it be said out loud other then on the news. Dewey normally shut it off relatively quickly when it was on.

“You told me plenty of times how awful they were,” you pointed out. The tops of his ears turned a light pink, making you frown. Why would he be blushing?

“That may just be because I hated seeing you with them all the time,” he admitted.

It was your turn to blush, your face heating up a bit. ‘He doesn’t mean it like that,’ you reminded yourself. Randy had been in love with Sidney for years, the only reason he hadn’t made a move was to avoid angering the women.

You didn’t actually get a chance to say anything before chapped lips were people pushed against your own. You eyes shot open, surprised by the contact, and he quickly pulled away.

“Shit! Sorry sorry, god. What the hell os wrong with me?” He mumbled the last part to himself. He didnt get much time to feel bad before you reached up to pull his face to your own so you could kiss him again. He made a sound of surprise, but he didn’t fight against it; instead he kissed back. It wasn’t rough, but you could feel relief coming from him. Like any tension was being removed from him.

He pulled you lightly so you would settle on his lap, knees on either sides of him. He kept his hands on your hips while yours slid down to his chest, gripping his shirt lightly, like he would fly away if you let go.

This wasn’t necessarily a new position for you. Stu had you like this plenty of times, but it felt so different. Stu left bruises on your hips, Randy’s hold was gentle. Stu kissed with the intent of going further, Randy kissed you like he was thankful to even get this. Randy felt…safe.

Eventually you had to pull away, your lungs burning from the lack of air. You both stayed just as close, foreheads resting together and you coups feel his breath on your face.

“I thought…Sidney…” you mumbled between breaths.

“I never thought I had a chance with you,” he admitted. “I had you as a friend, so I thought it would be enough. But it wasn’t.” His eyes boar into your own, and it felt like he was staring straight into your soul.

“Caring about me right now will be rotten work. I’m really fucked up” you told him.

“I dont mind. We can he fucked up together.” He offered, making you smile.

“I’d like that.”

cove hearing "i love you" for the first time

pairing: cove holden x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, very emotional!cove, happy crying

hearing an “i love you” from you caught cove completely off guard!

the soft tone in your voice, the gentle look in your eyes and that hint of a smile resting on your lips was just too much for the poor boy!

his cheeks gradually get more and more red, until it's the darkest tone of red you've ever seen on his face!

and while cove opens his mouth and tries to reply something, he can't get any words out! it's like his brain short circuited when you said those words to him…

for a few seconds, he's completely frozen, before suddenly, tears begin to roll down his face!

“s-sorry–! sorry, i–” he manages to stutter out, trying to wipe away his tears, as they keep on rolling

cove doesn't understand why he would cry in a moment like this. he's happy! so why is he crying? he doesn't want you to think that he's upset about what you said!

“i-i love you too…!” he eventually manages to get out between tears, his eyes glued to yours, with a firm and loving look in them. “i've loved you like i've never loved anyone before, nor ever will…”

TRUE

Forgive yourself for the things that weren’t your fault 💞