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coco-loco-nut · 10 days

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Book Club - Part 4

Pairing: Lance x Reader, Grid x Reader

Summary: no spoilers 😈

A/n: I’m not ready to let them go, so send in book club requests so we can keep the club going 🥲

requests are open 🗣️ masterlist

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“Nico, when did you ask your wife to marry you?” you dangle upside down on his couch, just chilling and asking for life advice, similar to how the book club started.

“When I knew the time is right and she was the one. Are you second guessing Lance?” he asks, sitting in a chair beside you. You are both in your racing suits, ready for the upcoming race.

“Not necessarily, it’s just that we’ve been together for so long, and god I really love him. You could ask me to marry you right now and I’d say no, that’s how down bad I am,”

“He’s your pookie,” Nico says, smiling proudly at using slang.

“Hell yeah,” you high five him. “I know he wants to marry me, I just wish he’d propose,” you groan.

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“Never, ever, ask a girl that. And the answer is no. I just- I don’t want to rush him. I know Lancelot, and he’s gonna want to make it perfect, so I don’t want to make him feel rushed,” you explain and Nico nods.

“Well then, in an alternate universe, I have already asked you to marry me,” Nico says, trying to comfort you.

It’s true, on Earth 2, you and Nico are closer in age and married.

“God, I can only hope,” you grin at the Haas driver, moving to sit normally.

“Don’t worry about it, I see the way he looks at you, it’s only a matter of time,” Nico reassures you.

“Thank you. You really are one of my closest friends. Our little club is my family,” you tell Nico who pulls you into a hug.

“We always will be. Competitors on the track, family off the track,” Nico says as Kevin walks in.

“Y/n, you okay?” Kevin asks, sitting on the other side of you.

“I’m okay, just a little in my bag, probably about to start my period or something,” you wave Kevin off.

“Okay, well you are basically our grid daughter so if there is anything bothering you, let me know,” he gives you a small hug.

“Guys, stop, you are gonna make me cry for real,” you tell them, a little laughter in your voice.

“Alright, go crush this race,” Nico says, walking you out of Haas. You head back to your garage, feeling a lot better than you did before.

Little did you know, was you were venting to Nico, Lance was panicking in front of Fernando, Lewis, and Valtteri.

“What if she says no? Oh my god, she will finally admit that she actually despises me and barely tolerates me,” Lance paces.

“Mate. I don’t know if you noticed, but she looks at you like you hung the moon and the starts. You look at her like she is the thing that makes you live and breathe. You will be ok,” Lewis quotes the song he wrote based on the book you selected.

“Really?” Lance stops his pacing, his eyes shining happily.

“Yes, you two are insanely love sick, it is cute,” Fernando says, amused at the Canadian.

“Just ask her when she wins, she will be too excited to say no,” Valtteri says, Lewis and Fernando gasp, as well as Lance.

“That’s not nearly romantic enough,” Lance groans.

“We arranged for a romantic track walk and picnic at turn two, here is a book with a hole in the pages. When she opens it, eso,” Fernando says, confirming what they had been working on.

“It took a little convincing the FIA, but we did it,” Lewis says. Lance visibly relaxes, a lot of tension releasing.

“How can I repay you for this?” Lance asks, a little overwhelmed, but very grateful for their help.

“Take care of our grid daughter, make sure she is happy for the rest of her life,” Valtteri says simply.

“Hey guys, sorry we are late,” Daniel walks in with Checo.

“What did we miss?” Checo asks, sensing the odd atmosphere.

“Just giving Lance permission to marry our grid daughter,” Lewis tells them.

“Did you ask Kimi?” Daniel asks, the whole grid knows how close the two have gotten. You don’t have a great relationship with your dad, similar to Max, so Kimi has easily filled that role.

“He was the first person I asked, then I asked Kevin and Nico since she is really close with them,” Lance nods, knowing you are probably with them.

“We will be out there taking pictures, don’t worry,” Valtteri reassures the young Aston Martin driver.

“Amigos, it is race time,” Checo says, leading everyone out to the track. Lance spots you with Logan.

“Yeah, you can totally join, I’ll give my copy of this weeks book since I finished it. Just don’t tell the other non-club drivers,” you tell the American. You have gotten closer with him, seeing how excluded he is from some other groups in the Paddock.

“I’ll see you later, thanks for being a good friend,” Logan says, squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Hey, Lancie,” you grin, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

“Hello, love. Are you excited for our date after the race?” Lance asks, his hand resting on your waist, his warmth blocked by your fireproofs. You chat until you reach your respective destinations.

“Good luck, I’ll see you when I overtake you,” you tell him, and he returns your sentiments with a laugh.

You end up placing P4 after pushing the car harder than you ever had before, so you were extremely pleased. After a shower, media responsibilities, and debriefs, you change into a sundress and fix your hair. Lance meets you outside the motorhome, looking handsome in a button up and dress pants.

“You look so hot,” you tell him, jaw dropped a little. 10/10 girls would agree that the only thing hotter than a guy with a baby or small animal, is a guy dressed up in a well fitting suit.

“You look cuter,” he kisses you sweetly, grabbing your hand as he leads you through the paddock to the track. He told you about the track walk after weighing in. The grid helped him set up the date spot while you got ready. Your breath is taken away a bit when you approach turn two. There are fairy lights hanging from the fence and a blanket with a picnic basket on the track.

“Lance, this is incredible. How did you set it up?” you ask him in awe. The clear night sky lets stars shine bright above you.

“The grid helped, especially Fernando, he’s a big romantic and really liked the idea,” Lance admitted shyly.

“It’s perfect,” you take his hand to assist you in sitting down. Lance sits beside you, offering you a snack from the picnic basket. Conversation flows easily between you, talking about anything and everything except for racing, the one topic always off limits on date nights. Lance reaches into the basket and pulls out a book.

“I got you a little something,” Lance says, pushing down his nerves. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see the grid popping out of their hiding spots in the grass area.

“I do love my books,” you smile, taking the book from him. As you usually do, you flip through the first few pages, pausing when you see a ring taped to the third page.

“I had a big speech planned, but will you let me make you happy for the rest of your life and make me happy the rest of mine by marrying me?” Lance asks and you can only nod as tears start flowing. You launch yourself into his arms, holding him close.

“I love you so much,” you whisper and he holds you tighter.

“I love you more,” he says. You pull away slightly and kiss him. Lance carefully removes the ring from the book and puts it on your hand. It’s simple yet stunning, absolutely perfect for you. You both look at the grid when they start cheering and hollering.

There is a social media intern for Formula One somewhere in the group who captured the whole thing on video, Fernando paid her under the table for it and he hid another camera and microphone on the wall of the track. He knew the guys would only remember to get pictures.

You take your time thanking each driver and hugging them, you really tear up when you see Kimi there.

“Congratulations, you raced so well today, I am very happy for you,” Kimi actually hugs you, if there wasn’t photo proof from Lando and Daniel, who’s jpg accounts broke the news of the engagement (you wouldn’t want it any other way), people wouldn’t believe it.

“Thank you. Wait, you said you weren’t going to be here for the race!” you gasp, looking at him a little betrayed.

“If you knew I was here, you would insist on getting dinner with me instead of going on a date,” Kimi shrugs, a small knowing smile on his face. Not only is he basically your dad now, he has been mentoring you a few times a week, even hopping in the sim once in a while.

“You’re right. I’m just glad you approve,” you smile as Lance wraps an arm around your waist.

“He was the first person I asked,” Lance kisses the side of your head.

“Wait, I thought we were the first,” Kevin says, looking at Nico.

“As long as she’s happy, I’ll get over it,” Nico jokingly mourns his loss of you.

“The ring is gorgeous,” George says, inspecting it. He is the babygirl of the group.

“Alright guys, let’s leave the happy couple alone,” Logan says, Lewis helping him herd everyone away from you and Lance.

“This may have been the most perfect day ever,” you sigh happily.

“Only because I am with the perfect girl,” Lance grins at you, holding you close as a blush covers your face.

“Shut up,” you giggle, pulling him down onto the blanket with you. He holds you in his arms for a few minutes before you yawn.

“Let’s get you back to the hotel,” Lance chuckles, helping you stand up. He is grateful that his assistant is taking care of the cleanup and your assistant packed up your drivers room for you.

“Mhmm, I need cuddles ASAP,” you yawn again, thankful for everything the day has brought you and that the hotel is close by. When you get back, it doesn’t take too long for you to crash.

“How did I get so lucky?” Lance whispers, pulling you close to him. Your steady breathing lulls him to sleep.

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #checo perez #daniel ricciardo #f1 grid #f1 grid x reader #george russell #kevin magnussen #fernando alonso #valtteri bottas #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll #lewis hamilton #nico hulkenberg #kimi raikkonen

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sneaky-eel · 2 days

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Desmond, bartender in 2000s-2010s New York would absolutely binge shitty reality tv and adore eavesdropping on patrons when he can't get his drama fix. He's the RPG tavern owner who you ask if he has heard any rumors and his eyes light up because now he can info dump all the shit he hears. This follows him to the past, where now he has to actively seek out this entertainment.

He abuses his enhanced senses to sit on roofs and listen in with a hand to his mouth like, "oh my god. They were roommates." He is both the best informant and the worst because, while he is a master at getting information, the details he focuses on are useless to the Order.

"Yeah so this guy will be here at this time at this place, whatever. But! More importantly this guy has been having an affair with his wife's sister AND her brother and-"

"Please, Desmond, I am begging you just tell me the information for the mission."

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In Altair's time, Malik was originally Desmond's go to but after being chased out one to many times for "loitering and disturbing the peace of the bureau" (i.e. Malik's peace) Desmond switches to the Rafiq in Damascus since he "at least appreciates me." Eventually Malik would begrudgingly miss his presents and send a request for him to come back because Desmond is the only one he can rant at about Altair.

Altair does not know what the hell Desmond is talking about half the time, but now he does know the baker has three sons that his wife never knew of and one of the sons has shown up at the baker's home.

He normally will just let Desmond keep talking cause he likes his voice.

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In Ezio's time he is best friends with Claudia and her girls love him. He'll drop in and gossip with them about their patrons or even warn them about some of them. "Be careful I heard that he has some craziness going on between the legs." or the girls will ask questions about Ezio.

"I heard he is a beast in bed, is that true?"

"Well you didn't hear it from me, buuuut~"

He is 100% going off of hazy animus memories, but all the courtesans totally think he has either A.) slept with Ezio or B.) is actively sleeping with Ezio

With Claudia he talks about the goings on in Tiber Island and what Ezio is up to. Ezio doesn't know how the hell his sister knows everything he is doing or why he gets a message from her forbidding him from doing something he hasn't even gotten to do yet and Desmond just stands off to the side sweating.

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Connor is gonna go gray early with how often Desmond just disappears from the Homestead because he seems hellbent on not staying still as it gets "to boring there". Desmond will normally pop up in the strangest of places. Either Connor will find him, head tilted like a dog as he listens in on a group or Desmond will just hunt Connor down himself. "Heard you were in the area."

At time he loves it because Desmond always has a ready flow of information and he is very good at sowing discontent with it, making for good distractions. On the other hand he can do without the open commentary or rampant attention he gives any interaction Connor has with his father.

"It's so much more interesting when it's not me"

*Connor and Haytham both glare at him*

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #altair ibn la'ahad #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #written post #Desmond loves when things get trashy #claudia gets annoyed if Ezio sends Desmond on a long mission #now who is she going to talk to?!#The older assassin's learn just to let Desmond talk #cause eventually it will circle back to the mission and he gives good info #Altair tries his damndest to find out things Desmond might not know so he can contribute to their talks #He just doesn't know what makes good gossip #Desmond talking to Connor about Haytham: “Well if you ask me-”#Connor: “I really didn't”

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 1 year

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The Boy is Mine

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Request: I had one in mind where the reader and eddie are high school sweethearts and hes a big rockstar now and they just had a baby and they hire a nanny for a few days cause they need to go to meetinfs and tours and stuff and she notices the nanny is eyeing eddie and flirting with him but he doesnt pay any attention to it and one day when the reader hears them talking and the nanny crosses the line eddie throws her out and the reader confesses she struggles with her body after the baby and they make love? :)

18+ Only!

You swayed back and forth gently, soothing your sweet son to sleep. The door was cracked just enough that you could see your husband in the living room of the suite, chatting with Sara, the nanny. You silently seethed as you watched her once again hit on your husband. She gave him her most demure smile, resting her hand on his forearm and laughing lightly at something he’d said. To Eddie’s credit, he seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was hitting on him all the time.

It had been Eddie’s idea to hire the nanny after you had Jax. Between meetings and late night shows, you needed help. Eddie wanted you at everything. He insisted that his best girl cheer him on every night. So, he figured the nanny would be the perfect solution. She could do the late night feedings so you could sleep after the concert. She could watch him so you could attend meetings with the record label, the tour manager, and the media. Eddie valued your input and he wanted you there to hear everything firsthand so you could give him your honest opinion.

You appreciated it but you hated watching someone else take care of your sweet baby boy. And now, seeing that she wanted to take care of your big boy too was about to send you over the edge. You hadn’t said anything to Eddie because you knew how he would respond. He would tell you that you were overreacting, that everything was fine, that he would never cheat on you. You knew that but it didn’t mean you enjoyed watching some girl hang all over him.

Sighing, you moved to Jax’s portable crib, tenderly laying him down on his back, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand. He was so beautiful with a dark head of hair and full lips just like his father. But you could see yourself in there too, in the curve of his nose and his eyes. He was the perfect blend of the two of you, the product of your infinite love for each other right there for the world to see.

“What the hell!?” you heard Eddie yell, your hand stilling as you paused to listen. “Absolutely not! What the fuck is wrong with you!?” “I just thought…” began Sara but he quickly cut her off.

“You just thought what? That I would throw away my entire life? That I would ever cheat on my wife? You need to get your shit and get the hell out. You’re fired.”

“But we’re all the way in Minnesota!?” shrieked Sara loudly. “How am I supposed to get home?” “I really don’t give a shit,” snapped Eddie. “Just get your shit and get the hell out of my face!”

“Eddie, come on,” she pleaded.

“No. You don’t get to fucking touch me like that. You’re here to take care of my son so I can enjoy time with my wife. My goddamn wife, Sara, who I have loved since high school! The fact that you even thought I would consider something with you tells me you’re delusional. Seriously, get your shit or I will have security remove you.”

You heard a choked sob and then the sound of the suite room door slamming. Eddie let loose a string of curses, a pounding following. He must have punched the wall. You stood, frozen in place, unsure of what to do now. He had to know you’d heard. He wasn’t exactly being quiet.

“Darling?” he called, his voice gentler, softer now that he was speaking to you.

“Yeah?” you replied quietly, stepping out, softly closing Jax’s door behind you, not wanting to wake him.

“Fuck!” Eddie muttered, running his fingers through his tangled mane. “Can you believe her!?”

“Yeah, actually, I can.”

Eddie spun on you, shock written all over that beautiful face. “What? You’re not surprised that our nanny just grabbed my dick?”

You sucked in a sharp breath at his words, “I didn’t know she did that, exactly. If I would have known that, she wouldn’t have been walking out of here without a black eye to match that tiny black skirt she likes to wear around you so much. But no, I am not surprised. I mean, seriously Eddie? She’s been hitting on you for weeks.”

“She has?”

“Oh baby,” you mused, stepping into him, cupping his cheek in your hand. “It is so sweet how absolutely oblivious you are.” You pressed yourself into him, your breasts pushed against his chest. “Oh Eddie.” You batted your lashes and then covered your mouth, giggling like a schoolgirl. “You’re so funny. Your wife is so lucky. You’re so talented. I love watching you play.”

Eddie’s nose crinkled, his head jerking back, “She really did that stuff?” “Yes baby. I mean, can you blame her?” You laughed, shaking your head. “Look at you. Every single girl that comes to your shows wants a chance with you and who could blame them?” Your fingers gently danced along his forearm, up over his chest. “You are the sexiest man and when you put a guitar in your hands, well, no girl stands a chance.”

“But I don’t want any of them,” he stated as if it were that simple, as if that was just a fact and that should be the end of it.

“And I love you for that but that doesn’t mean they don’t want you.”

Eddie smirked, that sweet little dimple appearing on his cheek, his hands coming to rest on your hips, “And what about you? Do you want me?”

“Every minute of every goddamn day,” you breathed softly. “It’s hard, you know, watching all of those beautiful girls throw themselves at you all the time. It was hard watching Sara. I mean, she’s gorgeous. You’re lucky I trust you. I just had a baby. My body is definitely not what it used to be. But I know how much you love me.”

“Princess, you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me, inside and out,” Eddie spoke low, his lips grazing your jaw. “I don’t pay attention to any of those girls because they don’t matter. They can’t begin to compare. You’re all I want.”

“Eddie,” you sighed, tilting your head back as his lips explored your throat, his hands slipping under the back of her shirt, calloused fingers grazing your bare skin and sending a shiver down your spine.

You gripped the bottom of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours and he pulled back just enough for you to pull it over his head before his lips were on your again, his tongue parting your lips to meet yours. You moaned against his mouth, tracing the contours of his back with your fingers, the curves along his shoulder blades that you loved so much. The way they rippled as he moved, strumming his guitar in nothing but sweats in your room. You could watch him for hours, shocked and awed that this beautiful man was all yours.

Eddie disposed of your shirt, quickly followed by your bra, nimble fingers making easy work of the clasp. Then his mouth was exploring your breasts, lavishing one nipple and then the other with that talented tongue. You arched your back, pressing yourself against his mouth, your hand tangling in his hair, your center aching, throbbing with need.

“You are so goddamn perfect,” he whispered, one hand gripping the back of your neck as his other slid past the waistband of your leggings and into your panties. You were already wet from his teasing and his fingers slipped easily inside of you, pressed to the hilt, curling in that delicious way that had your legs threatening to give out from under you. “That’s what my girl wanted, isn’t it?”

You nodded, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone actual words. Your hands clung to him, one still in his hair, the other gripping his bicep to keep yourself steady so you didn’t collapse to the floor. The muscles in your legs quivered as Eddie nipped at the flesh along your shoulder and collarbone before running the flat of his tongue along the side of your neck.

A guttural moan from deep within you passed through your lips and Eddie growled, pulling your earlobe between his teeth. Your body shuddered, on the verge of completely losing all control. He brought his thumb up, circling your clit as his fingers moved against that sweet spongy place within you and a sound you didn’t even have a word for ripped from your body as everything in you stretched taut until snapping completely. You unraveled at his touch.

“That’s it baby,” he praised, his hand on your neck the only thing keeping you from collapsing completely as you shook with pleasure. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come for me.”

As his fingers slid from you, his lips crashed against yours, hands pushing your leggings and panties down in one frenzied movement. You worked at his belt and then the button on his pants, pressing them over his hips and down his legs. Your lips never strayed from one another as he walked backward, bringing you with him to the couch. When the backs of his knees hit it, he sat down and you straddled his lap.

“Yes princess, I want to watch you ride me,” he murmured, eyes lust blown, one hand gripping your hip as the other gripped his cock.

You lowered yourself over him, both of you moaning as you snuggled your ass against him, fully engulfing him within you. Jesus, there was nothing like the feeling of your bodies coming together, two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. Sex with Eddie was just as exciting as it had been in high school, possibly even more so because you were connected on a whole different level. There was nothing you wouldn’t try for him and the two of you had explored a variety of things. There was a level of comfort that made everything so much more fun.

Your hands held onto the back of the couch as you rocked your hips against him. Eddie pressed his face against your chest, his hand on the small of your back as his mouth teased, licked, and nipped at every bit of skin he could get to. Your head fell back with pleasure, hair cascading down your back.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your skin, “you feel so goddamn good.”

You rotated your hips, forming figure eights and he cried out, biting his lip, fingers digging into your flesh. You knew how much that drove him crazy. You would rock forward and back, then move in circles, then figure eights, constantly switching it up and relishing every single sound of pleasure and surprise he made. This had always been Eddie’s favorite position. He wanted you facing each other so he could watch you and he loved letting you take control.

“Baby…” you gasped, “I’m close again…fuck!”

“Me too, princess. Me too…don’t stop…come with me, baby.”

Reaching one hand between your bodies, you toyed with your clit, urging your orgasm on in an effort to give Eddie what he wanted. He brought a hand up, gripping your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and then rolling it. It didn’t take much and you were ready to explode once again.

“I’m gonna…shit…don’t stop…” he grunted, his hand on you losing traction as he came close to the edge. “Fuck!”

You felt his release fill you just as your own came crashing down upon you. Eddie’s arms held you in a vice, keeping your bodies pressed together as you both rode out the high. He shuddered, releasing a slow breath as his arms loosened. His hands came to cradle your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I fucking love you so much.”

“Me too,” you murmured, pressing your forehead against his with a smile.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things eddie #rockstar eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson x you

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Yandere Dimitri letting reader go to a hotel/her home after she requests him to let her have a few days to herself and well, Dimi can't say no to you because you really have been on your best behaviour after he had kidnapped you a year ago and forced you to marry him and shit.

He knows he can be a little overbearing, but you're seeing it all wrong! It's just his way of expressing his love for you :D

But nevertheless, you deserve a break. Besides you'll be safe with all his men-

"No guards." You tell him. "I don't want them scaring my friends away."

"Yes guards." Dimitri furrows his brows at you, before pushing your hair behind your ear. "You won't notice them. They'll be hidden-"

"How hidden can they be when theyre built like bears and have that intimidating look in their eyes?" You glared at him before sighing. Time to use that soft voice and damsel in distress eyes he falls for. "Come on, Dimi~ please. I just- I can't stand the feeling of eyes on me. Please. I promise I won't do anything to endanger myself. I'll even call you every few hours to update but please. No guards." You said, exasperation evident in your eyes.

Dimitri cupped your cheek, heart melting into a puddle when you leaned into it. You're so cute.

"Fine. But you call every hour. And if you get so much so as a paper cut, you are to tell me immediately- katyonak, stop laughing. I'm not kidding. I will burn that paper before bringing you back here."

Now while Dimitri did promise you that he won't have any guards accompany you, he didn't mean he won't have any hiding in the shadows. They're the best of the best, so there's no way you'll be able to see them at all-

"I TOLD YOU NO GUARDS, DIMITRI!" He winced at you screeching through the phone. Looking at your angry form through the cameras installed in your room, he couldn't help but still find you so attractive as your face turned red with rage.

So cute.

He cleared his throat. "I don't know what you are talking about, honey. I didn't send any guards. Oh no- do you feel like someone's watching you? Are you in danger? I'm coming to pick you-"

"DIMITRI!"

"Yes, katyonak?"

"Send.your.men.away."

Dimitri feigned innocence. "Again, sweetie. I don't know what you're talking about. There's no one there."

"Oh really? Are you sure about that?" You asked, and Dimitri could hear the threat that was about to follow. "Well, I guess it wouldn't matter if I pulled the drapes away and took off my clothes, huh?"

"Huh? Y/n, no dont do that-" Dimitri could only watch as you pulled the curtains away and began taking your clothes off. "Y/n! Dont do that!"

"Why not? No ones looking and I sure do miss walking around naked without you grabbing me with your paws. Oops, just undid my skirt and slip them off. And I'm not wearing anything underneath-"

Dimitri immeadiately grabbed his work phone. "GET YOUR ASSES AWAY FROM THAT APARTMENT! YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING STARING AT MY WIFE OF I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL PULL ALL OF YOUR EYES OUT AND FEED THEM TO YOU! IM GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU-!" You smiled as you ended the call, not caring to hear the rest of his threats to those poor men.

You began getting ready for bed, finally at ease now that you didn't feel being watched. But the feeling returned about 20 minutes later, which freaked you out more because there were no windows in the room for someone to be peeping in.

So... who was watching you?

Turning to your other side, you screamed and almost punched the figure lying in your bed, but it caught your fist.

"Shhh, katyonak. Its me-" but Dimitri was cut off with a pillow hitting his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" You yelled at him, snatching your wrist away from his hand, but it only prompted to Dimitri pulling your whole body against himself.

"I missed you." He pouted, puckering his lips for a kiss but you smacked his lips back.

"After a day?!"

"Yeah. And then you said that you were taking your clothes off and well- I don't wanna miss a strip tease by you."

"You get enough strip teases at home, Dimitri. Go away, I don't wanna be near you for a week- you promised me that you would let me have a break for 7 days!"

"Yes. Not 7 nights. So, I'll be here to cuddle you and eat you out for 7 nights-"

"Stop being a perv, Dimitri!" You punched his back lightly, but he only snuggled closer to you. Eventually, you relaxed in his arms. He might be a jerk, but he's warm and not that you'd ever admit it, but you do sleep better when he hugs you.

"Y/n?"

"What?"

"When you said you missed walking around naked, you know you could do it at our home?"

"Dimitri, shut up."

"And i love you too, katyonak." He said, and you felt him kiss your forehead.

#yandere Dimitri #yandere ocs #yandere oc #yandere x reader

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teewritessmth · 2 days

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Arranged Marriage

(Part 01 / ?)

(Niko Omilana x f! reader)

Warnings : None

Summary : In order to be the grateful daughter, you have to comply with your father's request. But what is it?

"WHAT!?!!?", you stand up abruptly, question whether you had misheard the sentence.

"Y/n, you're gonna listen to your father, we're not going to argue over something as trivial as this". Your stepmum, Ryona, interjects rudely as she pulls a chair and sits down.

"TRIVIAL?", you exclaim.

Why did she care, you ask? Nope, I don't know either.

"Dad, why are you doing this? I mean give me a proper reason at least. You can't spring up a topic this serious and tell me to go with it." You try pleading with your dad, but he remains unfazed at your outburst.

"We've always wanted the best for you y/n. I've given you everything you wanted, done everything you asked me to. And when I tell you to say yes... You question me as your father?"

Your eyes drop to the floor. It was true. Your father was an amazing man and an even better parent. A sense of shame crawls through your spine as you realise just how much you owe him. He had done so much for you, yet you couldn't agree to one thing he had asked?

"Dad please, this is so stupid. I don't want to be married right now. I just started my career-", you reason.

"Making little videos isn't a fucking career, Y/n. Maybe you're pulling a few hundred dollars here and there, but that doesn't mean that this is a stable job. Do you even know how embarrassing it is to tell people that our daughter makes 'videos' on the internet. I mean even the phrasing of it is absolutely hysterical and shameful!" Ryona finishes her comment with a quick glance at her husband, motioning for him to speak.

"Y/n, please... ", Your dad looks at you with hopeful eyes. What you failed to notice was how that man's eyes filled up with tears as you sighed and started walking towards your room.

The following week was uncomfortable. Whenever you came down for breakfast, they'd stop talking. They'd drop whatever the hell the were doing and wander off somewhere else. I mean, you were used to Ryona pulling shit like this all the damn time, but not your dad.

He avoided you like the plague. This had gone to such an extent that the old man couldn't bear to be in the same room with you, avoiding your eyes everytime you tried to speak.

Perhaps it was how they treated you, or perhaps how that bizarre idea had implanted itself into your head. You weren't interested in anyone, and god forbid to say that you didn't have any personal goals to hit. You'd love to have a family, you'd love to have someone at home, just for the sake of it. You'd build the family you could never get as a child.

But how?

The were talking about marrying you off.

Or that's how you heard it.

Yeah, Definitely marrying you off.

But how does an option like that sound so much better than living in this hell hole.

Fucking hell.

It's been one month, that your dad and your stepmum have completely iced you out.

"I'll do it". You state, matter of factly, raising an eyebrow as your 'parents' turn towards you. They weren't gullible, they knew what you wanted to say.

"Y-you'll marry him? You'll marry Nikolas!", Your dad pulls you into a bone-crushing hug which you don't return. How could he be so happy at the thought of his wife sending their child away to a man they don't even know.

Well, they know him. You don't.

He's the son of your dad's bestfriend. Of course the know each other to an extent.

Whatever.

You had dug your own grave, might as well get it over with.

"But, I can't just say that I'll get married to him? He has to agree in order-".

"The boy has agreed a month ago. It was YOU who kept stalling the wedding. How long were you planning on doing this? Don't you see that we have an image to maintain? Now stop your wailing and mentally prepare yourself. You'll both get married in a week's time. I'm calling the Omilanas and confirming". Ryona makes herself very clear, making it painfully obvious that they were going to get you married forcefully if you didn't agree otherwise. Or else how could they manage a whole venue within such an acute time frame?

You nod weakly and head back upstairs, feeling defeated. Your future was written already, your yes meant NOTHING.

You've heard of him. He's big on YouTube, people in his comments often ask him to collab with you. You'd be lying if you said your comments said otherwise.

Oh how'd the internet would have an absolute field trip if they found out that their two favorite creators were about to me married.

Well....married for the sake of marrying.

Married for the sake of a title.

Married for the sake of your father.

You look at the dress and accessories you had picked out and sigh into your hands. It was happening.

Your wedding........... was tomorrow.

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pablitogavii · 9 months

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ik your probably swamped with requests but could you do a little thing where the reader doesn’t like her birthday or doesn’t really celebrate it but gavi makes it a big deal and gives her tons of gifts and surprises!! take your time bby ❤️💙❤️💙❤️

Birthday Girl

"What do you mean you don't want to do anything after the game? But baby it's your birthday!" Pablo said while packing to go to Camp Nou with you for his first game in the new season against Madrid.

"It's the first El Classico of the season amor, and I just want to wear my man's jersey and watch him win" you walk up to him snaking arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug.

You really wanted to just watch Pablo play, but you were also not a big "birthday girl" person mostly because when you were a child your parents were never around much due to their corporate jobs at the family business which was always a priority.

"I won't only win..but I'll score for you princesa" Pablo whispered and you blushed nodding your head and looking up so he can kiss your lips lovingly.

When you arrived at the camp, cameras flashing in your face and numerous fans cheering and calling Pablo's name you smiled letting him greet his fans before you both walked inside.

"This one is for my birthday girl!" Pablo said kissing your lips before leaving to the dressing rooms and you went to find your seats.

"Hey girl! Happy Birthday!" Mikky greeted me first hugging me tightly and I wondered how the hell did she know about my birthday.

"Many more gorgeous years for you beautiful!" Ana was next and I thanked them both asking how they knew about my birthday seeing them chuckle and show me Pablo's recent story.

pablogavi: My Birthday Girl <33

"Awe he is so sweet isn't he!??" Mikky saw me blushing really never having anybody make such a big deal about my birthday before Pablo. It was strange but it felt nice to feel special today.

"Yeah..um..the game is starting!" you said and all of you took your phones out to film the boys coming out on the pitch. For the rest of the game, your phone buzzed with notifications of people sending you beautiful birthday messages.

It was an intense game with many goals on both sides, but just as the second half was coming to an end Madrid made a foul and Barça got their penalty shot.

"Hermano espera!" Pedri called Raphina who turned to see what was going on while carrying the ball always being the one to take the penalty shots.

"Gavi can do it..for his girl's birthday" pedri explained and older man smiled remembering the time he dedicated his shot to his wife's birthday. He came to Gavi giving him the ball seeing his surprised face.

"Que haces!? Gavi doesn't shoot penalties!?" Xavi was freaking out but every player on the pitch believed in Gavi in that moment. They still had one point ahead of Madrid but it's never smart to not use the free penalty when given against such a strong team.

"Dios! He's shooting a penalty!" you said holding your hands together like you were praying feeling anxious but excited at the same time. You believed in Pablo and sent him all your inner strength in this moment just like everyone else on the Barça side.

Pablo put the ball down calmly shooting his shot and of course making it without a sweat. He cheered celebrating with his teammates before taking off his jersey and sliding right where you sat and on his long sleeve muscle top was written "para ti birthday girl <3" and everyone looked at your making you blush and send him a kiss.

"Gracias hermano!" he whispered to Raphina who smiled at you and nodded his head before kissing Pablo's head.

You walked down the hallway to meet with Pablo hearing from every side "happy birthday" smiling into numerous phone cameras of the fans and thanking them kindly.

"Amor!" you heard Pablo's voice running and jumping into his arms as he spun you around.

"We won El Classico!" he said and you nodded kissing him back when he kissed you not caring that picture would be plastered all over the internet in matter of seconds.

"And you made the whole world wish me a happy birthday!" you said giggling while he nodded putting you down and kissing your lips once more before you two left in a more private area.

"Pablo, where are we going??" you said noticing that he was pulling you towards the pitch which was very confusing since you were not allowed to be here at all.

"Just trust me birthday girl.." he said and you knew he had another surprise in mind when he called you that. When you entered the pitch, there were all of his teammates singling "Happy Birthday to you.." joined by fans from the stands.

"You did not.." you said shocked blushing hard at the sudden attention you received from everyone around you holding Pablo's arm that was around your waist.

"Happy Birthday mi amor..you're my special girl and I wanted you to know that" Pablo whispered and you smiled nodding your head really wishing he knew that this was the first time she felt like "someone's special girl" on her birthday.

"And here is the cake..if you missed that penalty I would have hit you with it chico!" Xavi said chuckling with you before kissing the top of your head wishing you the bestest birthday.

"Um..thank you..all..this is so special for me" you were fighting back tears not wanting to cry on your birthday like all the other years until you met Pablo.

"Blow candles and make a wish amor" Pablo said and you smile nodding your head closing your eyes and blowing all the candles. Everyone clapped while you turned around and kissed Pablo's lips.

"Thank you Pablo..for this" you said and he noticed your saddened eyes but decided to talk about it when you were alone now only nodding his head and kissing your lips lovingly before putting some whip-cream on your face.

"Oh no!" you said when all the boys did the same giggling and celebrating for awhile before you were ready to go home.

"My goodness! My face is still sticky!" you said while Pablo drove home and you used wet wipes to clean your face.

"Maybe they took it too far.." Pablo giggled together with you but you shook your head once again having that same sadness in your eyes.

"No..it was perfect" you said and Pablo smiled stealing a glance from you taking your hand and kissing it.

"Look amor! The sunset!" you said and he parked suddenly right at the edge of the beach so you both can look at it together. Although not planned, this was the most perfect moment of the whole day.

"Can I ask you something princesa??" Pablo said while holding you in his arms as you watched through the window at the beautiful golden sky.

"Mhm.." you say

"You looked sad in the moment you thanked me for a surprise..why?" he said and you gulped taking your phone out to check once again but there was still no message form your parents.

aurorapaezg: happy birthday hermanita! i love you<33

mikkykiemeney: birthday girl is precious <33

analewandowska: best wishes to you pretty girl!

pedri: happy birthday amiga!!

alehandrobalde: best friend's birthday today!!

ansufati: amazing girl!! happy birthday!!

Strangers all over the world texted you today..half the stadium sang you happy birthday..and they forgot..again. You told Pablo who sighed kissing the top of your head.

"I'm sorry amor.." Pablo said holding you tighter as a tear finally escaped your eye but it was alright because it was only the two of you now and you felt comfortable with him.

"It's okay..I'm used to it" you said clearly not thinking that but what else can you do about it.

"It's not okay..you don't deserve that.. you deserve to feel like the most special girl today..and every other day..I want you to know that from now on every birthday will be celebrated properly!" Pablo spoke and yo turned in his arms kissing his lips lovingly.

"I'd really like that." you said and he nodded kissing you more before pulling away and giving you the box with the beautiful pink bow on it.

"What's this??" you said blushing and taking it

"A present..for a birthday girl" he said and you opened it gasping when you saw the beautiful necklace that was also a locket. When you opened it was the picture of the two of you and you couldn't help but kiss Pablo strongly in response.

"I love you!" you said and he smiled nodding his head proudly.

"And I love you princesa" he said as you both smiled into the kiss.

You two of you went back home finishing the night cuddled up with your favorite movie and food.

You yawned slowly being lulled to sleep by Pablo's even heart beats and soft sounds of the movie in the background.

"Happy Birthday mi amor.." he whispered right before you fall asleep in his arms. It was the most special birthday of your life.

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Reader : Boys Day

Requested by @hoodharlow

The moment you woke up you knew you were about to get sick, Mia woke you and Jack up telling you her throat hurted. Later on throughout the day you both had high fever, sore throat and body aches, so this meant being in bed all day and taking lots of fluids and medicine.

Jack had a very important meeting in a few days so there was no way in hell he could get sick so you advised him to stay clear from the both of you, so he and your son Ezequiel would be staying downstairs until you and Mia got better.

You both were laying in bed watching Disney movies when your phone rang.

“Ugh shut it off please.” Mia rasps out.

“It’s daddy, so give me a moment bug.”

You answer the facetime call from Jack. “Hi bubs, please don’t tell me you burnt down my kitchen?”

“IT WAS ONE TIME BABY.”

“One time too many.”

He rolls his eyes, “Do my girls need anything before we leave?”

You can feel Mia whip her head your way so fast. “Where are you going daddy?”

You hand her your phone. “Ez and I are having a boys day with Druski, Urban and Clay.”

“Hmm, I said where not with who daddy.”

“Little girl watch yourself.” He chuckles, “We’re going golfing.”

“WITHOUT ME? DO YOU NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE?”

“Bug, I love you so much but you’re sick baby.”

“Whatever, have fun.” She hands you the phone.

You smile at your husband and he shakes his head, “She’s dramatic like her momma, if only she knew you're the one who suggested we go out for a boys day.”

“MOMMA WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” Your daughter is now pouting and glaring at you with her arms crossed.

“It’s okay, bug, don’t get upset.” You tell her and brush her hair out of her face.

“It’s just not fair Ez gets to have fun with uncles and I’m stuck in bed.”

“Only for a few days my little drama queen.” Jack says.

“You promise?”

“Yes, cross my heart.”

You smile at Jack “Ok you boys have fun, and please don’t let Druski teach my son bad words.”

“I make no promises.”

“JACKMAN”

“Okay, okay I’ll try my best.”

“I love you, have a fun day.”

“I love the both of you, don’t forget to take your medicine, I’ll call to check on you girls later.”

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Jack, alongside Ezequiel, Urban, Clay and Druski were thirty minutes into golfing enjoying their day.

“Look little man, all you have to do is make sure you hit the golf ball.” Jack tells his son, trying to get him to play.

Ez was sitting next to his Padrino Clay, “I suck, I don’t like this.”

“It’s ok buddy, Dru is pretty bad too.” Clay tells him, laughing at Druski who missed the hit.

“Fuck you Clayborn, I’m better than all of you.” Dru yells. He goes towards where Jack is, sets up the golf ball, and lays down on the floor. “All you have to do is keep the ball steady and look down at it before hitting it.”

Druski blows on the ball from his spot on the floor, while Jack kneels down looking at it and then turns to look at EZ. “Come on, come and try.”

Ez then gets up, making his way to them and grabs his golf club. “If I miss?”

“You think we all know how to play? Uncle Sunni and Cope miss all the time.” Jack tells him.

“Okay.” Ezequiel swings the golf club a couple of times until he finally hits it. “Yay I did it daddy.” he cheers, obviously he didn’t make it into the cup but no one was going to tell him that.

"Yeah you did, good job little man.”

“I go again?” He asks.

“Go for it buddy.” Clay yells from his spot.

That’s how it goes for another hour or so, Jack’s mission was to get Ezequiel busy and tired, so when they both got home, all they’d have to do is shower the day away and take a nap.

As much as Ezequiel enjoys boys day and being with his dad, he was attached to his mama and all he wanted to do today was be besides you, but since you’re sick, you suggested to Jack that they go out and do some outdoor activities.

“Yoo Jack, you think Y/N will kill me if I send her a picture of you and me?” Druski asks.

“Why are you trying to terrorize my sick wife?”

He shrugs, “She needs to know you’re my man.”

Ezequiel laughs, “You silly uncle Dru.”

“Yeah, how? I didn’t say anything funny?”

Ezequiel chuckles and covers his mouth then looks at his dad. “He’s my mommy’s, not yours.”

Everyone laughs at that.

Jack goes to sit next to Ez and they do their little handshake. “You heard him Dru, I’m his mommy’s.”

Druski rolls his eyes. “Let’s see if you say the same thing when she kicks you to the curb.”

“Mommy not kicking him. She loves my daddy.” He crosses his arms and glares at Druski.

“Watch yourself, you’ll get little man as an enemy Dru.” Clay says laughing.

“Whatever, we’re still life partners.” He says as he hits the ball and whistles.

Jack looks at his son. “Are you having a good time little man?”

He nods. “Yes but I miss mommy and sissy.” He places his little finger on his chin as he’s thinking. “Call them daddy, we can take them food and flowers.”

“They’re probably sleeping, we’ll see them soon.” Jack smiles. “And we’ll definitely take them something, they’ll love that.”

Ezequiel cheers and goes towards Clay, “Nino let’s beat uncle Dru.”

“Oh you’re on buddy, let’s kick his butt.” Clay answers him.

That’s how their day goes, spending their afternoon golfing and eating. Ezequiel and Druski going back and forth teasing each other.

When it was finally time to go home Jack and Ezequiel made sure to stop by for some food and flowers for the girls.

Jack and Ezequiel make it home and rush upstairs to take the stuff to them.

“What are you doing? You two cannot get sick.” You say, sitting up against the headboard.

“It’s ok, your son wanted to drop something to you both.” Jack says from the entrance of the bedroom.

Mia kneels on the bed. “Oh what is it?”

Ezequiel pushes the door open all the way and takes the flowers to Mia and to you.

“Aww these are cute thank you daddy.”

Before Jack can speak, Ez answers. “No Mia, I told daddy.”

Mia smiles. “Thank you cheesy, you’re the best little brother.”

You smile and look at your son. “Thank you so much baby, I love them.”

“Daddy gots you food.”

“Yeah, he wanted food and flowers for you both.” Jack says and hands you the bag.

“Thank you both so much.” You look at them and smile and you can’t help it but feel a bit emotional.

“So did you have fun on your boys day?” Mia asks, rolling his eyes.

EZ nods, “yes, but momma.” He looks at you. “You need to hide daddy from uncle Dru.”

“Why is that baby?” You ask, looking at Jack and all he does is smile.

“He wants to take daddy away from you.”

You chuckle at that. “It’s ok baby, he’s been trying to do that for years now. Daddy isn’t going anywhere.”

EZ looks at you and Jack “Are you sure?”

“I promise you.”

“Your uncle Dru just likes to joke around and get mommy mad.” Jack reassures him.

“Okay, but mommy, if he does want to take daddy from you, tell me, Nino Clay and me beats him at wolfing.”

“Golfing baby.” Jack corrects him.

“Yeah that.”

“Daddy, you and Cheesy need to go downstairs before you get sick too.” Mia tells them while digging through the container that holds the food.

“Ok we’re going.” Jack stands up from the bed and lifts Ezequiel from the bed. “Text me or yell if you two need something.”

You nod. “Thank you bubs, and thank you my sweet boy.”

“You’re welcome mommy.”

Jack and Ezequiel make it downstairs, Jack ends up fixing a bath for EZ, and afterwards he sets up a movie for him, and he takes advantage to take a quick shower.

After they’re both showered and in bed, they end boys day with some Marvel movies until they both fall asleep.

Boys day was a success.

After two days being in bed, you and Mia felt way better and Mia had no problem on letting her dad and uncles know.

“So I say we go to Disneyland for some Mia, daddy and uncles day.” Mia tells the boys with her hands on her waist.

“Disneyland? Yo Jack, she’s definitely your kid is she’s suggesting that.” Druski laughs while taking a sip from his drink.

Mia rolls her eyes. “You’re too scared of all the kids there? Or you don’t want to waste money?”

Everyone laughs.

“You know what? Yeah. That’s exactly why, you, your bother and Cassie I can handle, other people’s kid? Nope, count me out.”

“What if I pay your ticket?” Mia asks, she goes and grabs her swear jar. “I make lots of money because you don’t know how to stop saying bad words.”

Druski stands from his spot on the couch and looks at everyone. “Well, it looks like we’re going to Disneyland.”

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yourusername When you and your daughter are at home sick, so the boys go out for the day but come home with flowers and food 🥺 yeah, Mia and I are beyond lucky to have them. I love my boys so much.

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jackharlow I love you sweets 😘 anything for my girls.

druski It was all little dudes idea so don’t be giving Jack any credit.

jackharlow You’re annoying.

claybornharlow I can confirm little buddy was the brains of this operation.

jackharlow Yea but I paid.

urbanwyatt Are you sure? Or did he pay? Just like Mia is paying for Dru’s Disneyland ticket???

druski SHE OFFERED.

urbanwyatt Because your broke ass didn’t want to pay out of your pocket.

druski SOOO? I love free shit

druski plus what princess says goes. If she wants me there and SHE OFFERED to pay, who am I to deny her wishes?

jackharlow 🤦🏼‍♂️

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eds6ngel · 8 months

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okay I might send a few ideas for I kissed the teacher spin-offs bc I feel like I have a lot haha, but you don’t have to do any of them! so first idea: what if steve gets hurt accidentally and has to go to the hospital, so reader has to pick up alena, and they give her a hard time at pickup and then when they get to the hospital, they won’t let her in bc she’s not related or his wife. then after this happens, steve starts to think a lot more seriously about asking reader to marry him (but he’s definitely been thinking about it before) but just some good old angst and fluff pls! love your writing so much!

of course i'm doing this one!! i've loved your requests so far :)) and thank you so much for the compliment angel ♡

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. 90s!au. food mentions. steve breaks his ankle. judgement over having kids outside marriage. judgement over alena calling reader 'mom.' mentions of hospitals. pet names. kissing. mentions of marriage. fluff. comfort. teensy bit of angst. also, alena becomes protective over her mom!! [3.2k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

You were currently enjoying your lunch break, catching up with the other staff as you chowed down into your poorly-made sandwich that you threw together at 7am that morning.

“I’m telling you Amelie, that kid makes me ache—” However, your conversation is interrupted by one of the front desk staff lightly tapping at the door, poking her head from around the corner.

“Sorry to disturb you guys, but Y/N, your boyfriend is on the phone asking for you.”

You gently place your sandwich down in its tin-foil wrapper, putting your hand over your mouth as you quickly chew the rest of the remaining food. “Of course lovely, give me two seconds. Amelie, just watch that for me a second?” you ask, pointing to the half-eaten chicken salad sandwich on the table, with a small nod from her.

“Great, thank you,” you say, following the front desk lady to her office, the phone currently on hold as she ventured down the hallways of Ernie Pyle to find you. She presses a button, turning off hold and passing the phone over to you. You press the speaker to your ear, calling out, “Steve?”

“Hey, honey. Yeah, you finish at three, right?”

“Yeah, same time everyday. Why, is everything okay?” you ask.

“Um… not really. Look don’t be mad at me…” Not a great start to a sentence. “But, I kind of broke my ankle, and I’m currently sat in a hospital bed at Hawkins General.”

You gasp, “Oh my God babe, how did you manage that?”

“Well, I was stocking some shelves, and I had to use a ladder. Some woman wasn’t looking where she was going and collided with the ladder. I lost my balance and fell onto the tiles. Fucking hurt like hell.”

“Jesus,” you hiss, imagining the scenario and somehow sensing the pain in your own body, almost as if a form of empathy. “How are you feeling, baby? Is it still painful now?”

“It’s better, but still hurts. It’s sort of more of a throbbing pain now. But, babe… I do have a request.”

“Of course honey, anything you need,” you reply, the worry starting to settle as a pit in your stomach.

“Could you pick up Alena for me? Robin’s at work later today, so she can’t collect her.”

“Yeah, sure! I’ll get Leanna to keep tabs on parental pick-up. I may be a little late, but I should get there before 3:30.”

“Thank you babe. Thanks so much.”

“Of course, baby,” you smile to yourself, “You want Alena and I to come visit you after I collect her? I’m sure she’ll want to see you as much as I do.”

“I would love that. I think opening hours are until six, so you guys should have time.”

“Mhmm,” you hum down the line, “Got it. Right babe, I would love to talk to you for longer, but I have to free up the line for other people.” You giggle, “So, I’ll see you later on? I would say around 3:45-ish?”

“3:45. Great. See you later, honey. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you softly say, “Hope you feel better soon.”

You drop the receiver, the front desk lady (also known as Sarah) looking at you with a raised eyebrow, intrigued into what was so important that your boyfriend had to disturb you during work hours.

You shake your head, rubbing your hands over your face and sighing, “Idiot broke his ankle. Needs me to pick his daughter up from school.”

She chuckles along with you, arms crossed over her chest, “Men, huh?”

“Yeah, men,” you shake your head once more, before heading back down the longing halls to the staff room, thanking Leanna as you collapse on the chair, chomping into your sandwich.

“So… what did Mr. Lovebird so desperately want?” she asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows, a smirk plastered across her face.

You let out a deep breath. You were going to be telling this story all day.

You arrived at Hawkins Elementary at 3:25, pressing the button on your car keys and entering the gates to the third grade classroom.

Many students were being sent out to their parents, you patiently waiting your turn, Alena smiling and waving to you from her seat inside, to which you reply with a wiggle of your fingers.

However, after a short while, all of the parents had seemed to have collected their children, both you and Alena sharing a confused glance through the clear glass window as she remained in her seat. You were standing right there, why wouldn’t her teacher send her out?

You could see her having a conversation with her teacher, the woman rolling her eyes as she opens the door, sharply asking you, “What do you want?”

You kept your cool, no matter how hard you felt like snapping back at her, “Hi, I’m here to pick up Alena.”

“You’re not on the list,” she simply states.

“Um… actually, I recently got added as an emergency contact for Alena, so I assumed it was okay for me to collect her.”

“I don’t care. I was not informed.”

You scorn, knowing that you were legally allowed to collect Alena. This specific teacher worked here when you did, the obvious tone being a pre-judged stereotype of your reputation.

“Why can’t I go with mom?” Alena asks sweetly, an undertone of sadness laced in her voice as her teacher blocks her from you.

You can see her roll her eyes as she turns back to Alena sneering, “She’s not your mom. She’s not even your step-mom. She’s merely a woman in your life.”

That made you snap. There was no way you would let her talk to your daughter like that. “How dare you! She can decide whether she calls me mom or not. You have no idea of our personal life and have no right to dictate that for her. Now, if you won’t let me collect my daughter, her dad is at Hawkins General because he’s broken his ankle. So, how about you call there and ask for permission from him.”

She shakes her head, scoffing, “Fine. Mr. Landbury, keep an eye on Alena for a minute, I’m going to call her father.”

The teaching assistant present was not a face you seemed to recognise, no sense of familiarity flooding your body. And by the lack of shrewdness, he too was confused by the situation at hand.

As the teacher powers out of the room, presumingly heading to the front desk, he tilts his head to the side, pointing to you, “Why can’t you collect her?”

You sigh, “You weren’t here when I worked here, were you?”

“No, I started this year.”

You lean your arm against the doorframe, “Basically, I had a thing for Alena’s dad whilst he was here, and I got fired because of it. So, now nobody here likes me.”

“Oh,” he breathes out, “But, she called you mom. Seems like it’s going perfectly well.”

You smile, “Yeah, two years this July.”

“Well, congratulations,” he replies, you quickly thanking him as her teacher returns, a sense of displeasure displayed on her features. “He said it’s fine. She can go with you.”

“Yes!” Alena cheers, jumping up from her seat and running over to you, hugging tightly onto your shirt. You could practically feel the teacher‘s resentment towards you in your own veins. Yet, you plastered a sarcastic smile on your face, burying your feelings of irritation, “Thank you.”

She simply grunts in return, waving her hand down as she turns away from the two of you. You wrap Alena’s smaller hand in yours, her skipping back to your car. As she climbs into the car seat you had placed in the front before you began your journey, you close your driver’s side door.

“What did you say happened to daddy?” she asks you.

You turn on the ignition, pulling out of the school parking lot and onto the main road, “He broke his ankle sweetpea. He was climbing a ladder at work and fell down.”

“Ow,” she hisses, almost sensing his pain, just like you had a few hours prior, “Can we go and see him at the hospital?”

“We are on the same train of thought baby, as that’s where I was about to head.”

“Yay!” she cheers, arms held up high above her head in celebration, “Will he have a cast?”

“I think he will bubs.”

She gasps, “Does that mean I get to draw on it? Because Tommy had a cast the other week as he broke his arm, and I got to draw pretty flowers on it. He wasn’t very happy about it though.”

“Well, that’s not very good, is it?” you reply, “I’m sure daddy will let you draw as many pretty flowers on it as you want.”

“I hope so too! As Tommy was really annoyed by it…”

And for the rest of your car trip to Hawkins General, Alena re-counted her entire story of drawing on her friend Tommy’s cast. She was at the perfect age where her mouth would start running and never stop. Not that you minded of course, it was very endearing. But, she sure could make a boring topic into a four-hour-long detailed presentation.

Hand in hand, you and Alena stroll to the front desk of the hospital, politely asking, “Hi. I’m looking for Steve Harrington. He came in here today with a broken ankle.”

“Name?”

“Y/N L/N, little nugget here is Alena Harrington.”

“So, you aren’t his wife?” she asks in a monotone voice, chewing loudly on her gum.

“Um… No, I’m not. But, I’m his girlfriend.”

The woman sighs, taking her glasses off the bridge of her nose and leaning back in her chair, “You can’t go in unless you are a relation. The kid can go in, someone can take her, but you can’t.”

You blink rapidly, “But, I just told you, I’m his girlfriend. Sure, we’re not married yet, but that’s my love you’re talking about.”

“I can’t let you in,” she states again, staring you in the eyes, “The kid goes and you stay, or you both stay. End of discussion.”

“No,” you put your foot down, “Not end of discussion. I shouldn’t have to be bound in by the law to see the love of my life. He’s hurt, he’s injured. I want to see how he is doing and whether he is okay.”

“Miss, if you continue raising your voice at me, I will get my colleagues to escort you out, do you understand?”

You sigh, realising there’s no way to get through to this woman. You would normally say she’s just following the required rules for her job, but from her attitude, it seems as if she was agreeing with the nonsensical attitude that love is only proved by two rings and a piece of paper.

However, the sound of a small foot hitting the floor and a huff shocks you to your core, “Let mommy see daddy!”

“Kid,” the woman leans over the desk, “Your mom, or mother-like figure I would call her, can’t go with you as her and your dad aren’t married. I can happily ask someone to take you up to see him, but she can’t go with you.”

You let your eyes naturally roll to the back of your head. People in Indiana were so judgemental. If Alena wants to call you mom, they should accept that. It’s your life, and you should be able to live by your rules, not bound by the critics of the outside world of strangers.

“Let her go!” Alena screams, the woman standing up and replying, “Right, I’m escorting you two out. You are causing too much noise for our patients around here.”

Growling out in frustration, refraining yourself from pulling your own hair out, you lift Alena up into your arms, “Come on baby, let’s go and sit in the car.”

You may have not been allowed in the building, but the parking lot was still an option. And you would stay there until six o’clock if it meant you got the chance to see Steve.

Steve’s sitting uncomfortably in his hospital bed, the bedsheets scratching at his back, his neck a little too low down for his liking, and the cast wrapped around his foot and lower leg itching away at his skin. He keeps checking the watch on his right wrist, practically counting down the minutes until you arrived. However, once the clock strikes 4:30, he starts to become worried, wondering where the two of you had gone. There was only an hour and a half left of visiting time, he was positive you wouldn’t deliberately miss it.

A nurse wanders past his bed, him squeaking out an “Excuse me,” alerting her from where she was scribbling away at her clipboard. “My girlfriend and daughter were meant to come to visit me around half an hour ago. Is there any chance I could use the phone to see where they are?”

“Oh, Mr. Harrington,” she rolls her eyes, knowing exactly which members of the public he was referring to, “Your girlfriend and daughter had to be escorted out of our building forty-five minutes ago for verbally harassing our front desk staff.”

“I’m sorry, what? Why?” He knew that wasn’t like you. Sure, you had more progressive opinions than most in the conservative town of Hawkins, but you’d never dare verbally harass someone.

“She was arguing in quite a rude manner about how she deserves to come up here purely for the fact she loves you, despite our rules clearly stating we only allow visitors on a relation-only policy. Also, on top of that, your daughter further escalated the situation by yelling at our front desk staff. We will not tolerate that kind of abuse in our building, Mr. Harrington.”

“Well, it is a bullshit policy,” he mumbles to himself, taking a sip of his well-brewed coffee a kind lady brought to him around ten minutes ago, a lot nicer than the current nurse he was dealing with. However, the nurse heard his remark, not that he was entirely bothered by it.

“Excuse me! What did you just say, Mr. Harrington?”

“I said: it’s a bullshit policy,” he firmly states, “She’s my girlfriend, I love her. I shouldn’t have to marry her for you to let her see me. Some people’s spouses in here probably don’t even love their husband or wife, at least my girlfriend actually cares enough to come and see me. I know for a fact Mrs. Black over there has a husband and he hasn’t been here all day.” He takes a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he relishes in everything he just blurted out. Maybe he was a little too harsh, and it seemed like the nurse completely agreed, a lot more so than him.

She sharply replies, “Mr. Harrington, you should be grateful we are even letting you recover here. I will not have you verbally attacking other patients for your own personal superiority. It’s not my fault you had a child out of wedlock.”

That was the final straw for him. He would not stand a stranger insulting his daughter. Not in a million years. He immediately lifts himself up off of the bed, grabbing the crutches that had been balanced by the side, and beginning to trudge out of his secluded space. “Mr. Harrington, you sit back down!”

He turns back, looking the nurse dead in the eyes, “If you’re going to insult my family like that, I don’t want your help at this hospital.”

And with that, he was hobbling his way to the elevator, pushing the button to take him to the first floor.

As Steve exited the building, followed by the constant yells of hospital staff, he turned to the left, about to head over to the nearest phone booth when the sound of the word, “Daddy!” caught his attention. He looks over into the distance, Alena hanging out of the passenger side window and waving to him. He can see you pull her back down into her seat, the car suddenly moving towards him. His girls were still waiting for him.

You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt, jumping out of the car and aiding to your boyfriend, “Oh my God, what are you doing out here? I thought you were supposed to stay overnight?”

Steve hisses as he lifts himself into the backseat, you grabbing his crutches so you can place them by Alena’s feet in the front. “Well, a lovely nurse decided to input her take on Alena apparently being born out of wedlock and also accused you two of verbally harassing people. I know what you are like, and you would never do that in a million years. So, I left.”

You laugh to yourself, shocked to the way that the staff exaggerated your actions, “They refused to let me up there because I wasn’t your wife. What bullsh— trash! What trash! I shouldn’t need that to care for you, our love should be enough.”

“Thank you!” he exclaims, “That’s what I said to the nurse!”

You pass the crutches forward to Alena, the metal rods looking massive compared to her small body, “Baby, can you just put them on the floor underneath you, please?”

“Yes, mommy,” she replies sweetly, dropping them down below her. “Mom, they don’t fit properly.”

You look over, the crutches too long to fit in the small gap between the door and the center console, “Just leave them balanced like that honey, it’ll be okay.”

“Okay!”

After Steve reaches over to protect himself with the seatbelt, you cup his face, changing your tone to a more serious nature, “How are you doing, my love?”

He sighs, “My back hurts, but they said there’s no injuries there, just strain. The cast is extremely itchy, I’m not gonna lie, but it’s okay.” He puts his left hand over your right, stroking the back of it, “I’m okay. I promise.”

You smile, whispering out, “Okay,” before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You part from him, placing one more tender kiss to his forehead before shutting the back door, climbing into the driver’s seat.

Before turning on the ignition, you reach back, grabbing his hand and softly saying, “I love you.”

Alena then copies you, whipping her head back and cheesing, “Love you, daddy!”

He smiles, trying not to let tears slip from his eyes, grabbing hold of Alena’s hand and bringing yours and hers together, placing a soft kiss directly in the middle of both, “I love you too, my beautiful girls.”

And it was in that moment, he was sure. The thought had been lingering at the back of his mind for a while. You had moved in with them a couple months ago, fitting into their daily routine. Being there to have breakfast with them in the mornings, being there to cook dinner together, being there to wish Alena goodnight and fall asleep in his arms. It all felt so… natural. As if you belonged as a permanent addition to their household, to their lives.

It wasn’t a question of thought anymore. It was a need. He needed to buy a ring. He needed to plan a proposal. Because he no longer wanted you as his girlfriend anymore, he wanted you as his wife.

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Infinity and Beyond

Pairing: Chris Evans x girlfriend!reader

Summary: You loved Chris, and he loved you. To..

Word count: 2.843 words

Warnings: fluff, description of anxiety, curse words, let me know if I forgot something.

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You were nominated for an Emmy, and Chris couldn’t be more proud of you. Sending you flowers every day before the event, talking about it on podcasts, messaging his family about it. He was sure as hell that you were going to win.

“I’m telling ya, honey, if you don’t win the Emmy, I’m gonna have to make some phone calls ‘cause no one deserved it as much as you did.” Trying to talk without slurring your words, you saw it was bedtime for your drunk boyfriend.

“Chris, some successful actors deserve to win that Emmy. And it’s okay If I don’t win, because I’m proud of performance such as my family, and that is significantly better than an award. Now get your ass up, it’s bedtime.”

The man couldn’t even shut up when he went on talk shows. You were on his couch with dodger watching Chris talking about himself on Jimmy Fallon. Not knowing how the conversation got there, he started talking about you and your Emmy nomination.

“Yeah, and my outstanding girlfriend just got nominated for an Emmy, which I’m very excited about!” The crowd started cheering and you couldn’t help yourself but laugh.

“Your daddy is so crazy Dodge, can’t stop talking about mommy.” Deep inside, you actually loved it when he spoke his excitement about you and your acting career. Every actor has its trials in life that they have to go through, and Chris was with you every single time. The same love you both shared for acting was unique and the first reason you two were together. He loved seeing you on the big screen and you loved seeing him. His amazing and wise words about acting and his pure adoration for it made you a better actress.

You were so caught up in your head that you almost missed the kind words Chris told the world about you.

“I’m telling you, Jimmy, she is without a doubt one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. I’m so lucky to have her in my life. Not only is she an amazing actress, but she is too the best girlfriend and a trustworthy friend. It is truly a blessing to be in her presence and learn more about her every single day.”

Tears were falling down your cheeks while your heart was getting bigger and fuller with his words.

“Wow, man, you’re gonna make us look awful! I have to write my wife a poem or something so she wouldn’t get jealous!”

You were laughing just like the crowd, and Chris did.

“I can’t help it, man. I’m just so in love with her.”

“Alright, that’s enough of you, mister lover man. Ladies and gentlemen, we will be back after the commercials with none other than Chris Evans!”

Taking your phone in your hand, you texted him a picture of you and Dodger cuddling together.

“Missing you more today than yesterday.”

Seeing that he was online, he texted you back at once.

“Missing you guys more. Can’t wait to get home and get some loving from you, too. Love you to infinity and beyond, baby.”

You were so in love with this man.

When the special day arrived, Chris was more hyper than you. The goofus woke up at 5 am (got a little sleep) and got ready.

“Y/N baby, please wake up. It’s your big day today. omg you’re gonna receive an Emmy!” It was only 6 am, but it looked like your boyfriend had 5 coffees already. You tried to calm him down.

“Baby, please calm down. You’re getting your hopes up for nothing. The chance that I actually win is small, so please relax and try to enjoy the night. And for the love of god don’t wake up this early ever again.”

You started getting ready with the help of your makeup artist while your stylist made sure your outfit was ready. While you were glamming you up, your boyfriend was like a freak running around the house.

“Geez, how many cups of coffee did he drink this morning?” Your makeup artist asked you while applying your contour.

“At least 5. He woke up at 5 am to get ready. The guy is more excited than I am.”

After your makeup and hair were finished, your stylist helped you get in your dress. It was one of the most elegant dresses you had ever seen. The dress was by Ryan and Walter, a golden dress with diamond details.

Seeing yourself in the mirror, you felt sexy and confident for tonight.

“Okay Y/N, you’re all done honey. Do you want me to bring Chris in?”

Just when you wanted to answer, your boyfriend entered the room hearing his own name.

“Babe, I heard my name, so I’m goi-”

The moment he saw was the moment he froze in his place. You looked like a Disney Princess and Chris couldn’t believe that you chose him as your prince. Everything was perfect about you. Your hair, the makeup, the cleavage, every curve you had in your body. No pen in the world could write about how perfect you looked tonight.

“You okay there Chris?” You asked nervously, not knowing why he still hasn’t moved since he walked in.

“I think you broke him Y/N.”

“Yeah, does he have an on/off button or something? We can try to activate him again.”

While your makeup artist and stylist were laughing at their own joke, you walked towards Chris and stood right in front of him.

“What is it, baby? Don’t you like the dress? Do you think it’s too much boob? I think Alyssa brought another dress fo-”

He knocked all the air you had in your lungs out by kissing your red lips hard.

Just when things escalated, your makeup artist, Lilly, interrupted.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing, Chris? Do you know how long it took for me to do her makeup? And now her lipstick is all over the place! Dammit Y/N, sit back down, we have little time!”

Before you sat down in her makeup chair, Chris stopped you.

"I just wanted to say how sexy and absolutely gorgeous you looked, but I freaked out and the only thing that calms me down is kissing you, so I’m sorry that I ruined your makeup, but I couldn’t help myself.”

Finding yourself smiling at his kind words, you kissed his cheek and looked at him with adoration.

“It’s okay, baby. Thank you for your kind words. You look sexy as hell, too. Now wait outside before Lilly kills the both of us."

After saying your goodbye to him, you sat back in the chair and welcomed a furious Lilly.

“You and your horny ass boyfriend. You told me the Oscars incident would be the last one Y/N!”

God, the Oscar incident, that was crazy.

“Hey c’mon, don’t be harsh like that? He just ruined my lipstick. This isn’t the worst you’ve fixed.”

Rolling her eyes, she started reapplying your lipstick.

“Yeah honey, I know. Just tell him to wait after the ceremony because I can’t fix your damn makeup every minute.”

You went outside after Lilly finished your whole look and saw Chris waiting in front of the limousine, scrolling on his phone.

“I’m ready to go if you are handsome.”

He looked up and saw you standing there looking gorgeous. Chris smiled and opened the door for you.

“After you, m’lady.”

Arriving with your boyfriend on the red carpet, some journalists asked you questions about your nomination, and the fact that you were dating Chris Evans.

“Guys, c’mon enough questions about me. Look at the gorgeous woman in front of you and ask questions about her career, alright?”

Finding your seat in the hall, Chris started drinking every liqueur he found on the table.

“Wow, calm down there, big guy. Are you trying to get drunk or something?” Chris was looking nervous, trying to control his breathing.

“I can’t help myself baby, I’m so nervous for you. What if you don’t win? I-I-I mean you worked so hard for this role and I just c-c-can’t imagine how sad you’re gonna feel.”

Falling in love with your boyfriend once again, you saw how considerate he was of your feelings and how much he cared about you.

“That’s okay, Chris. I don’t have to win, is just another award baby. It’s not the end of the world. Nothing will change. Besides, you’ll love me the same, wouldn’t you?” Ending your sentence with a smirk, you saw Chris was not pleased with your comment.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny. Of course, I’ll love you the same. I don’t think I might love you more at this point. Is it wrong that I want great things to happen in your life?”

Sitting closer to him, you put your hand on his chest and your lips on his. The greatest feelings of life was when the two of you connected. Mentally or psychically, didn’t really matter.

You just hoped that Lilly wouldn't kill you.

“Hey, you know I am just joking, right? I love how supportive you are of my career. It actually joys me seeing you get this excited. Thank you for being the supportive boyfriend you are.”

Finally, seeing his big smile, Chris kissed you back with the same passion as the last kiss. Hugging you tighter, your smell filled his nostrils.

“Thank you for being you, baby. I’ve never felt more comfortable in a relationship. I’m just sharing the love you are giving to me too.”

Putting your focus back on the stage, you saw that the category you were nominated for was next. Looking back at Chris, you hold his hand and kissed him once again.

“Everything will be fine. Just know that I love you. Nothing else matters.” Whispering sweet things in your ears was a thing Chris did every time you found yourself in an anxious place. He knew the ways to make you feel relaxed.

"And the Emmy for outstanding lead actress in a drama series goes to, Y/N Y/L/N!"

While everyone started clapping and cheering around you, the only thing you heard was a buzzing noise inside your ear. That you won an Emmy was difficult to comprehend for your brain. While you stood there shaking, making no noise, Chris was screaming his lungs out. He knew that you’d win and couldn’t be more proud of you.

“Honey, I told ya, didn’t I? You don’t even know how much I love you! Gosh, baby, you won! Now go get on that stage and get that award you deserved!”

You too wanted to go on that stage and get your award, but your legs won’t get the memo and didn’t move at all. It felt like your whole body was shut down for business.

“Chris, I don’t think I can get on that stage. I-I-I just can’t.” What a surprise that your anxiety wanted to join this whole circus. The legs that didn’t want to move at all, were now shaking so hard. The buzzing in your ear was getting louder and louder. You couldn’t do it. There was no way you could get on that stage without falling or passing out.

“Of course you can. Are you kidding me? Baby, you are Emmy-winning actress Y/N Y/L/N. You’ve worked so hard in your life to get here. And now you’re here, you’re backing down. That’s not the Y/N I know. You are stubborn, you are a fighter, you never take no as an answer, but most importantly, you are an amazing actress. You earned this Y/N. Go on that stage and get what you deserved, baby.”

The words that came from his mouth were like a breezy wind on a hot summer day. Your whole body got goosebumps and your heated cheeks cooled down. Even your apple watch gave you a message that your heartbeat was slowing down. Not letting everyone wait for more, you kissed Chris on the lips, stood up, and walked toward the stage. Chris stood up too and clapped, just like everyone else did. You received your award from none other than Kate Winslet, a literal icon. You thanked her and took the award she gave you. It was lighter than you expected. When you walked towards the microphone, you saw Chris sitting here watching you with adoration in his eyes. You smiled at him and wiped the tears you didn't know were escaping your eyes.

“Wow, I actually have no words to say. Uh, I want to thank the academy first for this recognition and Kate for giving me this award. It was truly an honour receiving this award from you. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of being in a world where I could share my adoration and passion for acting. In none of them was I being rewarded for it, so this is absolutely special to me. The greatness and the performances of my fellow nominees were amazing and just know that I would never see myself above than any of you. The director who helped with everything throughout shooting of the series, thank you so much. Your vision is beyond my mind. I want to thank my actor colleagues who worked day and night with me. The camera crew and the editing crew did a great job. This is undoubtedly a collaboration of teamwork and hard work that we all did together. We all received support during filming, but my primary source of support was you, Chris. I wouldn’t be here without you. You are everything a person would want in a friend, everything a girlfriend would want in a boyfriend and everything an actress would want in a colleague. Not only did you believe in me, but you pushed me to help believe in myself. You are a blessing to this world. I love you to infinity and beyond. Thank you all.”

Everyone stood up, applauding you, including Chris. He had tears running down his cheeks and a smile bigger than yours. He was so proud of you.

Chris helped you get off the stage and embraced you in a big hug.

“You did it honey,” He whispered in your ear. “I am so proud of you, the woman you are.”

You shook your head and watch tears falling from his eyes.

“No Chris, we did it. I would never be here if it wasn’t your support. Didn’t you listen to the whole speech I just gave?”

Laughing at your joke, he kissed your forehead and hugged you again.

“Let’s skip the afterparty and celebrate at home with dodger, what do you say?”

“That’s a wonderful idea. I love you so much.” You kissed him again and again and again until you couldn’t no more.

“I love you too, baby.”

“To infinity.”

“And beyond”.

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Hands Off My Momma! (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Pairing: dad! Chris Evans x Momma Evans (Female Reader)

Summary: Everyone at the Middlesex County DA’s office knows Matthew, and I mean everyone, and sadly so do you. He will not leave you alone, no matter what you say do, so what happens when Chris and your daughter stop by your office for lunch? Let’s just say Little Duck is ready to fight for her Momma, whatever it takes

Warnings: slight angst? Matthew is a butthead, protective Arlie and Chris

A/N: This took me way to long to get out so I apologize, I am going to try and get a head start on some of the other long requests, so be on the lookout for those! This is short and bad but happy reading!!

Word Count: 834

The office was unusually quiet today, though you wouldn’t complain considering you’d just finished up your last major case for the next few weeks, so you’d take quiet over the insanity it usually was. The only thing that wasn’t so quiet were the knocks that hit your door, part of you already knew who it was, but you wanted to see if ignoring him would get him to leave

“There’s my favourite lawyer in the building!”

You rolled your eyes, four seconds away from filing a workplace harassment claim against him. Who’s him you might ask, well that would be Matthew Wheeler, one of the assistant district attorneys that worked at your building

“What can I do for you Mr.Wheeler?”

He took a seat in front of you, yet your eyes remained on your computer screen, going through a few last minute filings

“Wow, so formal, I thought we were on a more personal level at this point”

“Nope.”

He hummed drumming his fingers on your desk which by the sixth time made you look at him, your expression one of annoyance

“Ah there she is, so I was thinking, me and you, lunch?”

You smiled eyes lighting up as you watched him get his hopes up

“Oh, wow really?”

“Yeah really, want to go?”

Putting a hand over your heart, you stared him dead in the eyes, it was honestly quite comical how easily gullible this man was

“No. I’m married, now go away.”

He scoffed crossing his arms as you once again waved your engagement and wedding band in his face

“So? That doesn’t deter me.”

“Well, it should.”

You got up grabbing the keys to the copy room since you had some papers waiting for you at the printers, when you walked around your desk, Matthew grabbed your hand tightly in his making you stop

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Just one chance, married or not, one chance, one lunch please.”

You scoffed and before you could say anything you heard little feet running down the hall and all of a sudden Arlie was sending little punches to Matthew’s leg

“Hands off my momma!!”

You almost wanted to laugh but quickly picked her up shushing her softly as her little fists clenched, her eyes narrowed at the stranger that was bothering her mom

“I was going to say the same thing, but my daughter beat me to it.”

Matthew rolled his eyes going to leave and Chris stopped him

“You ever bother my wife again, I don’t care what form, I’ll ruin your life.”

Arlie crossed her arms watching him leave before uttering

“Stupid meanie head.”

“Arlie Mae…”

She looked at you and smiled innocently

“Hi momma!”

After laughing you covered her face in kisses before sending a smile to Chris before he pressed his lips to yours

“My knights in shining armour, what are you two doing here?”

“Wanna go for lunch momma?”

You thought about it for a moment

“You know I am kind of hungry, and you two are my favourite lunch dates…just give me a second to pack up”

You put Arlie down on the ground before pulling Chris in for a hug

“Thank you for that, I’m going to talk to Michelle about it tomorrow and get him fired”

“Good, I’m glad, you’re welcome honey”

You packed up some files to take home, stuffing your laptop and any other small knick knacks you needed in your bag, sending a note to your assistant to grab the paperwork at the printers, thankfully it wasn’t super important

“Momma you ‘weady to go?”

“I am little love, where are we going to eat?”

Arlie took one of your hands while Chris took the other and together you walked out of the building and down to the car, Arlie humming the whole time as she thought about what she was hungry for. Right as you finished buckling her into her car seat she clapped

“Sushi and stringy noodles!”

You chuckled, knowing she was talking about the small sushi and yakisoba restaurant you three loved, and if you were being honest, sushi sounded super good right now

“That sounds perfect my love”

You got into the passenger side of the car, and Chris got in soon after, reaching to take your hand when you were both settled, the car starting up

“Thank you for the lunch surprise, I love you”

He smiled, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to your palm

“I love you, and I love surprising you, even if I have to threaten someone to do it”

Your laughter filled the car as you began to drive off towards downtown Boston, you were so grateful for this little family of yours, and especially to your spitfire of a little girl. Arlie was just like her daddy in that sense, they’d always protect you no matter what, and just because she was a toddler, didn’t mean she didn’t pack a mean punch.

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Milburn (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(My gif, actually)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Spencer and Reader’s married life is not going so well lately. After Spencer’s months in jail, things have gotten rocky between them. So much so that they even make a decision they could regret forever.

Word Count: 7,6k

Warnings: Heavy discussions; strong language; divorce is mentioned; GSW mentioned, blood and hospital stuff are mentioned; let me know if I forget something. Angst with a hopeful ending.

A/N: I wrote this one for Foxy’s Milestone Writing Challenge (@foxy-eva). Congratulations, my friend! You are a fantastic writer and person! I used the prompt, “We can make it through this. I’m not leaving your side.”

I did this one based on this request too! Thanks for reading, and keep sending me requests!

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“Why are you saying that? I don’t know what you are talking about!” Spencer stood from the couch, facing (Y/N) and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Don’t you? I thought you were a genius,” she mocked, waving her hand.

“Not need to be sarcastic,” Spencer huffed. “And keep your voice hush; Evie could wake up.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

“Are now you worried about our daughter’s sleep? You have been arguing with me for solid forty-five minutes,” she growled, dropping her hands to her sides. (Y/N) started to feel the fatigue of being arguing with Spencer.

“Forty-eight minutes and twenty-two seconds,” Spencer corrected, checking his watch. “And you started this fight; it wasn’t me,” he defended, starting to pace in the room.

“God, Spencer. You are so infuriating. Can you stop pacing? It doesn’t help my nerves,” (Y/N) scolded, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I am the infuriating one? You’re one to talk,” he sneered, a glimpse of annoyance in his eyes as he stood in front of her again, grasping the nearest chair’s backrest tightly.

“Yeah. You are. And sometimes, I think you do it on purpose,” (Y/N) accused, clutching her tea mug in her hands.

“What? Do you mean that I want to annoy you on purpose? Come on, (Y/N). Why would I do that?” Spencer jeered.

“How the hell would I know?! But we fought like this every time I tried to talk to you. And I don’t want to fight anymore.”

“Then don’t do it.”

“Fuck, Spencer. Could you admit at least that you have responsibility for this too?”

“It’s my fault you can’t control the urge to argue with me?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. This wasn’t leading anywhere, and Spencer didn’t seem like the one to back down this time.

“We can’t communicate this way, Spencer. Just we can’t,” she cried in defeat, pressing her palms over her eyes.

Spencer kept his place in front of her, but he didn’t say anything. That made (Y/N) angrier.

“You know what? I’m done with this shit. I’m fucking tired, and it’s not fair,” she let out, standing from her spot on the couch.

Spencer narrowed his eyes.

“What it suppose that means?”

“Exactly what I said. I think...” (Y/N) started to talk, but she stopped. A sense of fear ran down her spine for what she wanted to say.

“You think what?!” Spencer urged.

(Y/N) shut her eyes and let out a deep sigh to soothe her breathing. Then she looked directly at Spencer.

“I think that if we can’t stand each other... we should divorce.”

Spencer’s eyes widened. This wasn’t the first rough argument he had with his wife in the past months, but no one mentioned divorce until now.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He asked in disbelief.

“No. I’m not. I’m very serious, Spencer. Can’t you see it? These past months have been torture for both of us. We can’t talk, we can’t stay in the same room without arguing. Are not you exhausted?” (Y/N)’s voice trembled with emotion, recalling the past months. Tears threatened to escape.

“So because you’re exhausted, we should divorce. What a solution, (Y/N),” he mocked. Spencer didn’t think she was talking seriously about that; he thought she must be trying to scare him.

“Who is being the sarcastic one now, uh?” She scoffed.

“I can’t believe you are truly considerating it as an option.”

“What should we do then? Which is the solution for us, Spencer? I mean it. Tell me the best way to solve this, and I’ll take it.”

Spencer didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure about how to repair their damaged relationship.

‘What the hell happened in the past months?’ he asked himself. ‘Had they stopped loving each other just like that?’

Seeing that Spencer was speechless, (Y/N) let out a deep sigh. This exactly proved her point.

He was about to say something when his phone went off. (Y/N) looked at him thinking if he would answer.

Immediately she scolded herself: obviously, he would take the call. It was naive even to think the opposite.

“Reid,” he answered, gaze still focused on (Y/N).

She had a garbled expression—a mix of annoyance and disappointment.

“Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Hanging up, he shoved his phone into his pocket. Still staring at her, Spencer knew he must have said something. He couldn’t leave like this. Could he?

But words failed him. Again.

“I know,” she mumbled before he could speak, grabbing her mug and heading to their bedroom. She didn’t need the words right now.

In complete silence, Spencer took his go-bag and left the apartment. He thought it was better this way than to say something he could regret later.

(Y/N) knew how it worked. Her life with Spencer took this path months ago. Whether they were talking about something important, having a family dinner, watching a movie, or having sex, Spencer leaves right after receiving the call.

It’s not that she didn’t know what she signed for when she married him, but the lack of communication had been taking a toll on them. Most of the time, when Spencer was away in cases, she didn’t hear a word from him. He didn’t talk to her at home either, choosing to spend the little time he had at home with their five-year-old daughter, Evelyn.

Their sweet Evie. (Y/N) believed that Spencer only tolerated her because of Evie. She was the only one who could make Spencer genuinely smile these days. How could she not? Evie is the sweetest and most intelligent little girl in the world. And she adores her dad. The bond between them settled the day she was born and never has dimmed—no matter the days or weeks away or the unholy hours when Spencer comes or leaves home, Evelyn loves her dad. Spencer is her hero.

(Y/N) never would say Spencer is a bad father, quite the opposite.

But as a husband, things were pretty different.

Not always have been like this, though.

(Y/N) and Spencer met nine years ago.

(Y/N) worked as a college teacher and researcher in Georgetown and decided to partake as a speaker at a conference hosted by the Social Science Faculty that year.

As a computer scientist with a Sociology Ph.D., her research topic was deviant social behavior in the online environment.

It turned out that Spencer attended the same conference as a guest speaker in Psychology. He checked the presentation’s schedule and found himself in (Y/N)’s talk because he was very interested in the topic.

But once he saw her speak, it wasn’t just the topic that interested him.

At the end of her presentation, he approached (Y/N) to congratulate her and ask some questions. She was pleasantly surprised to see his enthusiasm.

At the end of the conference, they exchanged numbers, and some days after, they met to grab a coffee.

Little cute dates led to a beautiful relationship.

Both were head over heels for each other.

They dated two years until Spencer proposed during a romantic dinner celebrating their anniversary.

They married six months later, and one year after that, Evelyn was born.

Since the beginning, they have been very respectful of each other jobs. (Y/N) She knew Spencer’s life had been the BAU for almost twelve years, and even though she sometimes knew it turned into a dangerous job, she trusted him and his promise to stay safe and return to her.

On the other hand, (Y/N) loved her job at Georgetown, and being a college teacher brought her satisfaction and the sense of doing something worthy.

Their dynamic worked perfectly fine until Spencer went to jail a year ago after being falsely accused of murder.

Spencer’s three months at Millburn Correctional Facility hit the Reids hard. Spencer tried to stay mentally sane in a horrible place while (Y/N) looked for ways to help and support her husband, raising a 4-year-old girl.

Once Spencer was released, things turned awkward between them.

Spencer felt out of place and started to have recurring nightmares he didn’t want to share with (Y/N). Spencer thought that focusing on work might make the demons go away faster. But that only brought distance between them. Spencer stopped talking to his wife about what was happening to him, and despite (Y/N)’s attempts to make him feel comfortable trusting her, Spencer didn’t change his attitude.

Then the arguments started. At first, they were sporadic, and Spencer or (Y/N) could back off quickly to end the fight. But after a couple of months, the arguments increased in number and heaviness. It could be a significant issue like Spencer’s working schedule or little things like Evie’s toys scattered on the floor.

(Y/N) understood that Spencer could be facing a hard time, but after these months, things only worsened. And she didn’t know what to do.

She voiced the ‘divorce’ option, but it wasn’t the outcome (Y/N) wanted. She loves Spencer and still believes there is a way to make it work, but if Spencer can’t realize the rough patch in which they are, things will not change.

Spencer kept thinking about the last argument with (Y/N). In the jet heading to Louisiana, he barely paid attention to the case review. JJ noticed and approached when everyone was in their own business before touching down.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Everything is fine,” Spencer mumbled.

“Spencer, your body might be here, but your mind doesn’t. Can I help?” JJ insisted. She knew her friend very well to know he was deflecting.

“It’s uh - I fought with (Y/N) before I got called. I mean, we were on that when I got called.”

JJ gave him an apologetic look.

“Oh. I’m sorry. But I’m sure you can talk about that when you come back.”

Spencer shook his head.

“I don’t know, JJ. This time it felt different, you know?” JJ raised an eyebrow.

Spencer’s words sounded painful and a bit scary.

“Different like what?”

“As if everything between us is lost,” he worded. JJ rested her hand over his knee.

“Hey! Don’t say that. You love each other, and you love Evie. You’ll figure it out,” she tried to reassure him. Spencer only gave her a tight smile.

During the days Spencer was out, (Y/N) put her energy on her job and Evie. She didn’t want to think about what would happen when he returned. Could it be a denial state? Maybe. But (Y/N) wanted to fix things with her husband. But things tend to happen oppositely sometimes. This was one of those times.

Five days took the team to wrap up the Louisiana case. Exhausted, Spencer stepped into the apartment. It was around noon.

He didn’t expect that someone would be there. Evie should have been in school and (Y/N) in college. When he saw (Y/N) on the couch grading papers, he stopped in his tracks.

During the flight, he tried to think of some way to talk to (Y/N), but he was so tired and frustrated that he fell asleep.

Now he was standing there without knowing what to say.

“Hey,” (Y/N) greeted him. “I didn’t know you were coming home today,” she pointed. A subtle way to say he didn’t text her or call her. Not that (Y/N) was surprised, though.

“Uh. Yeah. I didn’t know you were here. I thought you were in classes or something,” Spencer admitted, putting down his go-bag and peeling off his coat.

“I - I don’t have to go to campus on Thursdays. Uh, it has been like this for a time. Three months to be exact,” she pointed with a sad voice. He had forgotten her schedule.

Spencer-’eidetic memory’-Reid forgot his wife’s work schedule.

“Right. Eh, well. I’m going to take a shower.”

And like that, he moved quickly to the main bedroom.

God, (Y/N) wanted so bad that Spencer could say anything to make it up for the past days. A lame I’m sorry would have been enough for her.

Anger rose in (Y/N). It was unfair, and she felt ignored by the man she loved the most. She followed him to the bedroom, storming in.

“Spencer, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Spencer turned to see her on the threshold, hands in her hips, eyes burning holes in him.

“Nothing,” he replied calmly, turning to resume his task of selecting clothes from the dresser.

“You can’t be serious. We were arguing when you left five days ago, and now you don’t have anything to say?”

Spencer huffed. He didn’t want to have this conversation right now.

“Are you insisting on that? Please (Y/N), give me a break.”

“I just want to understand. I need to make sense of why things are like this. What happened, Spencer?” (Y/N) asked, softening her voice to convince her husband to talk to her.

Spencer shook his head. No, he didn’t want to say anything.

Spencer wanted to run away and be left alone. He was so tired of people asking him why he wasn’t okay.

“You know what happened! And you know that I don’t want to talk about that!” He spat. (Y/N) dared to take a step forward. She needed him to talk, to say what was really bothering him. Since Milburn, Spencer never wanted to speak to her about what happened there.

“I understand that it was a nightmare for you. And I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to survive there. But you need to move on, love. Please, let me help. We can do this as a team...”

(Y/N) tried to reach his arm—a way to convey that she was there for him, but he didn’t let her.

Spencer’s eyes filled with anger.

Move on? How does she dare to say that?

“Don’t!” He yanked his arms from her grip. “You don’t know anything! You dare tell me to move on; you weren’t locked there!”

“I know I – I wasn’t, but...” (Y/N) stuttered.

“But nothing! I thought you were different. But you only think about yourself. You don’t care about me!” Spencer yelled, throwing the clothes he had in his hand to the floor. (Y/N) took a step back, startled at her husband’s outburst.

“You are being unfair, Spencer. That’s not true, and you know it.”

Spencer breathed a laugh.

“Unfair? I’ll tell you what it’s unfair: to bear with you knowing you are the half of the person I fell in love with. That’s unfair!”

(Y/N) could swear that of all the times they’d argued, it was the first time she’d seen him so upset. She knew that Spencer could be very hurtful with his words, but this had reached a new level in their relationship.

“What? What is supposed that mean?”

“It means that this marriage is over! Are you tired of this? Well, me too. So let’s end it! I’m done!”

“Spencer, you are angry, and I get it, but...”

“Oh hell, I’m angry. Angry and fed up. It’s over (Y/N). I’m leaving. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“No! I - I - of course not!”

“Well, too late. You should have thought of that earlier. It’s over now. I hope we can agree on something so Evie won’t be affected by this.”

Spencer’s voice was so cold now. It was like he didn’t feel anything. Like he wasn’t affected by the weight of his words. (Y/N) was so shocked that she couldn’t say anything, just letting the tears run down her cheeks.

“I can pick her up from school today if you can’t,” he offered.

That brought (Y/N) out of her stupor.

“Don’t bother. Just – just leave!” (Y/N) yelled, heading to the bathroom. She couldn’t stay in front of that man she didn’t recognize any longer.

Spencer thought that loneliness would help him to reach the calm he needed. But he was wrong. So wrong.

A week passed since he left the apartment he shared with (Y/N), and an intense ache settled in his heart.

After (Y/N) told him to leave, and he did so, regret came quickly. He reacted in the worst way imaginable. He hurt (Y/N) with his words, and now she hated him.

Spencer - encouraged by Luke, who gave shelter to the resident genius in his house – tried to call (Y/N) the next day, but she didn’t answer.

In the days that followed, Spencer Reid started to feel the actual consequences of his actions.

The distance, the coldness, and the fights were issues, but he had responsibility for that, and he didn’t admit it in time.

Spencer himself pushed (Y/N) away. Not because he stopped loving her. He did it for his inability to talk about his inner struggles.

Showing vulnerability wasn’t an option after what happened in Milburn. No, he should have been strong enough for his wife and daughter.

But reality showed that he failed when he thought it was better to keep that trauma to himself.

Now Spencer had made a big mistake and didn’t know how to fix it.

The times he tried to talk to (Y/N), she made her sister Sara answer the phone. If he needed to coordinate picking up Evie or something related, Sara spoke to him.

Spencer thought that maybe after some days (Y/N) would agree to talk to him again, but days became weeks, and there wasn’t any change.

The phone calls with Sara turned into a chance to beg her to pass the phone to her sister. The visits to the apartment ended similarly. Spencer couldn’t speak to (Y/N).

Once he picked up Evie from school, the little girl asked him why he wasn’t sleeping in their home. Spencer hated lying to his daughter, but things were complicated.

The worst part was he started to think that maybe it was the best for (Y/N) if he stayed out of her life. He did too much damage to her already. Perhaps with time, she could find someone who genuinely deserves her and can make her happy.

He would have to keep satisfied with the chance of staying in his daughter’s life. So he stopped trying. No more phone calls, no more attempts to see her.

Their friends were shocked when they noticed that neither (Y/N) nor Spencer had been doing something to fix things. JJ was one of the most concerned. She grew fond of (Y/N) quickly after knowing her, and she witnessed how much she endured when Spencer was in Milburn.

A bunch of times, she tried to talk to them, but Spencer was determined to let (Y/N) go, and (Y/N) was convinced that Spencer didn’t love her anymore. That’s why (Y/N) didn’t talk to Spencer.

The day he left, (Y/N) felt how her world crumbled, and any hope she could have died at that moment.

When he called the next day, and the following days, she expected it was to humiliate her again, and she hadn’t the strength to resist it. Even if he thought to apologize, she wouldn’t have believed him, not after what he did.

A whole two months passed.

Spencer and (Y/N) decided to start the divorce papers.

They could talk by phone and in person but only related to Evie and how they would arrange the divorce. Evie was the top priority, so they agreed to have a civilian relationship and provide all their daughter could need.

They told her that daddy was no longer living with her and mommy, but that didn’t mean that daddy wouldn’t be there for her.

The child’s confusion pained them, but both (Y/N) and Spencer thought it was better than having two parents at home fighting all the time.

Despite the facade of civilian adults they had in front of each other and people, tears made their appearance every time they were alone in bed at night.

In moments like those, the open wound in their hearts bled the most.

(Y/N) silently sobbed. She still loved Spencer. How could she not? She would have given anything to hold him. To support him. To help him in his healing process. But if he didn’t want her by his side, there was nothing more that she could do, and she won’t beg him for something that didn’t exist anymore.

Spencer punished himself by repeatedly repeating that (Y/N) is better without him. He’s a damaged good and not worthy of (Y/N)’s love.

He even took off his wedding band to convince himself there was no way back.

Now work was a welcoming distraction for Spencer. Even the load of paperwork on his desk that Wednesday. With coffee in hand, he barely stood from his desk. Head down in the last case files until his phone went off.

Spencer answered, not looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Dr. Reid. I’m Malory Hudson from Evelyn’s school.”

“Oh, good afternoon, Miss Hudson. What can I do for you?”

“I’m wondering if you were who has to pick up Evie today. Ms. Reid hasn’t shown, and I called her several times without success.”

Spencer frowned. They agreed that (Y/N) had to pick up Evie on Wednesday, and (Y/N) always did it.

“Uh, no. But I’m coming now. Thanks for letting me know.”

“It’s no problem.”

Spencer called (Y/N), but the voicemail jumped immediately. That was odd; she never turned off her phone, even when she didn’t want to talk to him.

“What’s wrong?” Emily asked. She and JJ have been looking at Spencer since he got the call.

“I need to pick up Evie from school. (Y/N) didn’t show up and is not answering the phone. It goes straight to voicemail.”

“Maybe she didn’t charge it?” JJ wondered.

“I don’t know, but it never happened before.”

Emily and JJ noticed Spencer’s worried face. Despite what was going on between them, Spencer was still the person who knew (Y/N) better.

“Do you want us to check on her?” Prentiss asked.

“No. I mean, probably it’s nothing. And (Y/N) will freak out if she sees you there.” Spencer said as he dialed (Y/N)’s number again.

“Tell you what. I will pick up Evie, and you can check on (Y/N). So you’ll know if Evie has to stay at yours today,” JJ offered.

Spencer thought for a second. They would have to talk either way, so it would be better to do it now, supposing she was there.

“Okay. I’m calling the school to tell them.”

In the taxi on his way to the apartment, Spencer called (Y/N) again. He felt uneasy. Maybe it was nothing, but something in his guts felt wrong.

Arriving at the building, he strode stairs up quickly. He found no one in the hallway. It wasn’t rare due to the hour. On this floor, almost everyone had jobs out of the house. At (Y/N)’s door, he knocked twice. Nobody answered, but he could hear a faint rustling sound from inside. He grabbed the knob and turned it; he noticed the door wasn’t locked. Something was wrong. Aiming his gun with one hand, he opened the door slowly with the other.

The sight he found was something he wasn’t expecting. (Y/N) was back on the floor, coated in blood, trying to move. The floor exhibited a trail of blood from the living room to the hallway where (Y/N) lay. Spencer ran to check on her.

“(Y/N)?!”

Kneeling, he saw her covered in blood, whining in pain. She was shot, apparently in her abdomen, but Spencer wasn’t sure.

“Fuck! Hey! (Y/N), look at me. Can you hear me?!” He probed, touching her torso to locate the blood’s source. At the same time, he grabbed the phone to call 911.

“A woman with GSW in Connecticut Ave 326, apartment 23. An unknown subject possibly attacked her. The wound - the wound is located in her abdomen. It seems she has lost a lot of blood. Oh my- please, hurry up.” Tosing the phone to the floor, Spencer slid off his jacket to press (Y/N)’s wound. She screamed in pain from the pressure. Spencer grabbed her left hand to make her react by squeezing it. A lump formed in Spencer’s throat. His eyes couldn’t avoid noticing that she was still wearing her wedding band.

“(Y/N), please. Stay with me. Squeeze my hand. The help is on the way.”

Barely conscious, (Y/N) squirmed in pain, mumbling something.

Spencer leaned down to hear what she was trying to say.

“Evie. Evie,” she repeated in a whisper.

“She is okay. Evelyn is fine. She is with JJ right now,” Spencer informed, hoping that if she knew their daughter was okay, she could focus on her breathing and be less agitated.

“I’m sorry,” (Y/N) mumbled again, feeling her eyes heavy and her body numb.

“No. Don’t apologize.”

“Take care of her, please,” she mumbled, tears flooding her eyes.

“Don’t say that. You will be fine. Just hold on,” Spencer was crying too.

Spencer panicked when (Y/N) shut her eyes and didn’t reply.

“Please (Y/N), don’t leave me.”

The paramedics arrived just minutes after, parting Spencer away to check (Y/N)’s vitals and her wound.

“(Y/N)! Please! Evie needs you...” he sobbed, realizing how bad the situation was. The medical staff kept working on (Y/N).

They quickly placed (Y/N) on a stretcher to carry her into the ambulance waiting outside the building. Her pulse was weak, and they feared she could flat right there.

“Sir. Are you a family member?” A paramedic asked Spencer, who was still in shock.

“Yes. I – I - She is my wife,” he stuttered, seeing his hands covered with (Y/N)’s blood.

“We’re heading to the WHC right now,” she informed. Spencer nodded and followed her downstairs.

In the ambulance, Spencer texted Emily a very cryptic message, but she understood, and the team was at (Y/N)’s apartment in no time. Prentiss also notified JJ to stay with Evie in her home with the boys until further notice.

The emergency team took (Y/N) to the ER immediately. Spencer rushed behind them, but an ER nurse stopped him.

“Sir. Sir! You can’t go in there. You’ll have to stay in the waiting room.”

“But, she- she’s my wife. I need to -”

“Sir. We are doing everything we can. Please, go to the waiting room.”

Spencer couldn’t understand what was happening. This looked like a scene he frequently witnessed at work, with the victims, the unsubs, and the team. He got shot a few times too. But (Y/N)? Why her? In her own apartment? Nothing made sense to him. Sitting on an uncomfortable chair in the waiting room, Spencer tried to keep calm but failed. Recalling the times he had said ‘my wife’ in the past hour brought him the pang of their separation again. Seeing (Y/N) still using her wedding band made him feel terrible.

“What have I done?” He wondered as the tears ran freely down his cheeks. With both hands, he held his head down. This was a nightmare. It was undoubtedly worse than those that appeared after Milburn because this was pure reality.

JJ was the first one to arrive at the hospital. She quickly pulled Spencer into a hug, and he broke. Sobbing hard, Spencer clung to JJ, trying to let out the frustration, the guilt, the pain. JJ assured him that she’ll be there for him and that Evie was safe in her house with Will and the boys.

One hour later, there wasn’t any news about (Y/N)’s condition. But the team arrived at the waiting room. Prentiss had a stern look as she sat beside Spencer.

“Any news?” Emily asked. JJ and Spencer shooked their heads. Spencer, who had his eyes fixed on the floor, shifted his gaze to Emily and noticed she knew something he didn’t.

“What did you find?” He asked. Prentiss cleared her throat, handing him a little piece of paper.

“We found this on the coffee table,” she said. Spencer read the message, and it was like the world had stopped.

‘Hi, Spencie. Did you miss me? I thought of reminding you that you never will be happy with another woman that isn’t me. You know where to find me.’

Spencer’s hands started to shake. This couldn’t be real. He thought Cat Adams couldn’t do more damage than she already had done. He’ll kill that woman.

Spencer was about to storm out of the waiting room when Prentiss stopped him.

“Not even think about that. You will not go to see Cat. Now you have to think about (Y/N) and Evie. She did enough, and we’ll catch her associate. I promise,” Emily stated, squeezing Spencer’s shoulder. He looked at her with bloodshot eyes. Prentiss was right, but that didn’t prevent the feeling of rage and frustration that took over him.

“Please, do something. If you don’t, I will,” Spencer said before walking to the bathroom sector.

Half an hour later, a nurse approached Spencer in the waiting room.

“Are you (Y/N) Reid’s husband?”

“Yes. It’s me,” Spencer quickly replied.

“Your wife is still in surgery. The doctor would tell you more about it later, but she’s fighting. I thought you would like to have some news. I also brought you this. These are the belongings she was wearing.” The nurse handed him (Y/N)’s watch and her wedding ring. Spencer’s eyes went glassy again.

“Thank you.”

Once the nurse left, Spencer plopped in the chair again.

“What is that?” JJ pointed to Spencer’s fisted hand. He opened it, revealing (Y/N)’s wedding band. Searching for his wallet, he produced another wedding band: his.

“She still had hers on. I took mine off when I gave up on her,” Spencer mumbled, suppressing the urge to cry again. Taking a deep breath to calm down, he clamped his hand tightly, securing the ring inside.

“If I was the one who walked away, why is she the one who is harmed and at risk of dying? It is unfair. It’s me who deserves to be hurt, not her.”

“Don’t say that. Neither you nor (Y/N) deserves to be hurt, okay?” JJ told him, squeezing Spencer’s forearm to catch his attention; he looked at her reluctantly.

“What happened to her is not your fault. You know that.”

“It’s my fault. Cat did this because of me.”

“Spence…”

“And if that wasn’t enough, I have been an asshole in the past months. I lied, saying that I had stopped loving her! I left the love of my life! And why? Because my fucking pride was fucking wounded!” Spencer shouted.

“I’m not going to lie and tell you that you didn’t fuck it up because you did. But if you’re really sorry, maybe there is a chance,” JJ pointed.

“And if she dies?” Spencer’s voice cracked.

“Let’s not think in that scenario, okay?”

“But if she doesn’t make it?” JJ let out a sigh.

“If it is the case, Evie will need you more than ever.”

Another tortuous hour passed. Spencer lost count of the coffee he drank, but he didn’t care. Penelope stayed with her computer while the team was tracking Cat’s associate. JJ would bring Evie to the hospital later because whatever could happen, the child was safer with her dad and aunt Sara, who was there too. (Y/N)’s sister barely talked to Spencer. And for the moment, nobody mentioned how the responsible for (Y/N)’s shot was linked to Spencer.

Then a doctor made her appearance in the waiting room.

“(Y/N) Reid?”

Spencer and Sara stood up instantly. Spencer’s hands were trembling from the nerves.

“Yes. I - I’m her – I’m her husband. And she’s her sister,” Spencer hastened to say. He could feel the lump in his throat.

“Okay, I have to be honest. Your wife lost a lot of blood, but we managed to extract the bullet. Nevertheless, her internal organs are still trying to regulate functions. My biggest concern is her liver and brain. She had a considerable concussion; I assume she hit something when she fell to the floor. We must keep her in observation, so the following hours are critical for her.”

Spencer shut his eyes, taking in the doctor’s words. (Y/N) was alive but not out of danger. She had a chance, though. If anything, he would cling to that.

“Can we see her?”

“Yes. She’s unconscious, but you can see her. Follow me.”

Spencer looked at Sara, who shook her head.

“You go. I’ll wait here until Evie comes,” she said. Spencer nodded in appreciation and followed the doctor, who led him to the room where (Y/N) lay, connected to machines that monitored her vitals. She looked pale, but she was the most beautiful girl in the world for Spencer. (Y/N), the love of his life.

He felt so stupid. He walked away from their marriage, from her. He didn’t do anything to salvage it. And now, he could lose her forever.

Spencer stood by her side, hands fighting the urge to hold her. But he didn’t deserve it. He lost any privilege with her when he walked away and took his ring off.

A loud sob escaped his lips, his tears blurring his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Spencer cried, gripping the bar at the side of the hospital bed. The bip-sound coming from the machines was muffled by the sobs that ripped through his chest.

“What did I do? Why did I let this happen? I’m a complete asshole. What I said that day wasn’t true; I didn’t mean it, I swear. I do love you. I never stopped loving you. Maybe you won’t believe me now, and it’s understandable. But this is the truth: I love you and will always do. Please, let me prove it. Give me a chance to make it to you, please.”

Spencer knew that (Y/N) couldn’t hear him, but if there was any chance, he needed to say what he felt.

“I know I never told you everything about Milburn. How it actually was and the things I did there. It’s still embarrassing for me. And I know you only wanted to help me. I screwed up, my love. You have the right to hate me. I gave up without a fight. I should have fought for you, not against you.”

Spencer’s tears fell on (Y/N)’s bed. Her steady breathing gave Spencer some hope. After some more minutes, he left the room.

In the waiting room, Sara was with JJ and Evelyn.

“Daddy!” The little girl chirped, running to her dad’s arms. Spencer was quickly kneeling and taking her in his arms.

“Hey, Pumpkin,” he greeted, hoping Evie didn’t notice his tears and wobbling voice.

“Why are we here? Where is mommy?” Evie asked her father.

“Well. Honey. Mommy got hurt, and she is here so the doctors can fix her,” Spencer explained. Evie frowned the same way Spencer did every time something didn’t make sense to him.

“Mommy fell? Can I kiss her boo-boo?” Spencer gave her a tight smile.

“Non yet, Pumpkin. But the doctors are taking good care of her. Don’t worry, my love,” Spencer said, kissing his daughter’s forehead.

“Why are you sad, daddy?”

“Oh, honey. I’m okay. Daddy is a little tired because he worked a lot today. That’s all. Everything will be fine.”

Spencer hoped everything would be fine. If not, he didn’t know what he would do.

He stayed with Evie and JJ as Sara spent some time in (Y/N)’s room. They went to the cafeteria to grab some hot chocolate and snacks. Evie told Spencer about the games she played in JJ’s house that afternoon. Spencer did his best to look composed and confident in front of Evie.

When Sara returned to the waiting room, they agreed that she would take Evie to her house, and Spencer would stay the night in the hospital.

JJ kept him company until the team showed. Prentiss announced that they caught the woman who shot (Y/N) and got her confession. She told them about Cat’s plan and how she did to contact her.

“Cat will get the death penalty now. She won’t put another finger on you or your family,” Prentiss declared. Spencer sighed.

“I hope it won’t be too late.”

That night, Spencer sat beside (Y/N)’s bed. He won’t leave her side no matter the outcome in the end.

The doctor told him that her chances would increase if she could make it the night.

So he waited. Spencer waited and prayed to whoever could listen and could help him. If he gets another chance, he won’t walk away this time.

Maybe someone listened to him. Perhaps the same (Y/N) did.

A sleepy Spencer had his head on (Y/N)’s hospital bed the following day when a groan woke him up. Promptly he straightened his head, seeing how (Y/N) moved her hands.

She blinked several times to adjust her eyes to the light.

“Hey,” Spencer whispered, standing from the chair to look at her closer. Tears of joy pricked his eyes.

“Evie... where...” (Y/N) tried to ask with a raspy voice, feeling her throat dry.

“She is fine. Evie is okay. Don’t worry; Sara has her right now,” Spencer informed, keeping his voice softer.

“I need to see her...”

“You will. I promise, but don’t get upset, okay? It’s not good for your recovery. You need to regain strength first.”

If anything, (Y/N) looked surprised seeing Spencer there. But she didn’t have the strength to ask why or argue.

Nurses came to check on (Y/N) several times in the following hours. Adjusting her medication, she seemed to react well to that, although she dozed off quickly after waking up every time.

Spencer was relieved. It was a good sign seeing her awake for a couple of minutes at least.

He kept on the same chair as he watched (Y/N) sleep. Spencer swore he wouldn’t move from her side until (Y/N) could leave the hospital.

Spencer texted Sara and JJ to let them know the news.

The next morning (Y/N) opened her eyes again. She felt more conscious about her surroundings now. Looking to the side, she noticed Spencer uncomfortable sleeping in the chair. How much time has he been sitting on there? His hair was disveleshed, and his clothes had wrinkles. His arms crossed over his chest, and his head tilted to the side. (Y/N) couldn’t help but remember the night that Evie was born. That time Spencer had an exhausted face, but now it seemed worst.

“You look terrible,” (Y/N) mumbled. Spencer opened his eyes and looked at her. A little smile formed on his face.

“Thanks. How are you feeling?”

“Hard to tell. Alive, I guess? What happened?” (Y/N) asked, trying to find a comfortable position in bed. Spencer’s face morphed to guilt as he stood to help her and handled her a cup of water.

“I’m sorry. It was my fault?” He said, embarrassed. (Y/N) frowned.

“Why? Don’t tell me you hired a hitman to get rid of me permanently?” (Y/N) joked. Not that she thought it, but she felt the need to light the mood. She knew that Spencer hated hospitals.

“(Y/N), please…”

“Hey, I’m joking. But seriously, what happened?”

Spencer told her about Cat Adams and the woman she convinced to shoot her. He said (Y/N) the team arrested the woman, and now Cat would face the death penalty.

“That bitch. I’m glad she will be punished for what she did. Though I don’t think it’s enough to make up for the damage done.” (Y/N) stated. Spencer bit his bottom lip and nodded. He felt so responsible for what happened.

“I’m sorry she hurt you. If it wasn’t for me…” Spencer trailed off.

“Spencer, don’t. It’s not your fault. It’s hers. And I’m not only talking about me being shot, you know,” (Y/N) clarified.

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked curiously.

“I’m talking about what she did to you. I’m talking about Milburn.”

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to mention that, but (Y/N) was being honest. They couldn’t handle that as a couple. And that led them to where they are now. Spencer gulped. If he was looking for an opportunity to say everything stuck in his chest.

“About that. I have to tell you something,” Spencer started. (Y/N) shook her head.

“I know. I know there is nothing to do about it, about us. I just brought it because - ” This time was Spencer who stopped her, softly laying his hand on hers. (Y/N) looked at him, confused.

“It’s the opposite, actually. At least, I think it is. I haven’t been honest with you about many things in the last few months. Especially when our fights started. And you have every reason to be upset with me because I said hurtful things that really aren’t true. That doesn’t justify my behavior, I know. But at least I have to be honest and tell you that I lied when I said I don’t love you anymore. I lied because I just wanted to escape having to accept that I wasn’t okay. That I couldn’t put myself back together after Milburn.”

(Y/N)’s gaze shifted from the hand Spencer had over hers and his glassy eyes. It was the first time since his release that he talked and named ‘Milburn.’

“I wish I had something more eloquent to tell you. I wish I could tell you that I’m fine and healed. But I know I can’t because it’s not true. What is true, however, is that I love you, and the day I left our apartment thinking I could run from my own demons is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. I wish I hadn’t done that, but I did. And being away from you, the only thing that makes me clear is that my life is not life without you. You have been the person who has made me the happiest. You gave me a wonderful daughter, a family to treasure. And look how I paid you. I know I have no right to ask you for anything, but I am so selfish that I dare to do it: please, let me be in your life again. Accept me as your husband again.”

Tears pricked (Y/N)’s eyes. The man in front of her is who she married almost six years ago. The man in front of her still loves her. And he is asking for another chance. (Y/N) knows things have been rough, but this is the first time Spencer admitted he is not okay. It must count in something. Right?

“You know it’s not that simple. You gave up on us. You walked away, Spencer,” (Y/N) reasoned. Spencer nodded, sniffling.

“I know. I hurt you and our daughter. And I’m so sorry. But I’m so sure that we can make it through this. I’m not leaving your side. Not again. I swear to you, my love.”

“Do you really think we have a chance? After what happened between us?” (Y/N) questioned, tears rolling down her cheeks. Spencer squeezed her hand lovingly.

“I do. I always wanted to be a better man FOR you and Evie, you know? But I realized that what makes me a better man IS you and Evie in my life. I don’t have to be the unbreakable guy in the room. I don’t have to pretend I can do everything alone when I can’t. Not with you. You know me better than anyone. And I won’t make the same mistake again. I’m not going to risk losing you. I love you too much to do so. Please, give me another chance to prove it.”

(Y/N) shifted her gaze to the hand that he held. (Y/N) then realized she was not wearing her wedding band, and neither was he.

“You have it?” She asked. Spencer frowned and followed her gaze. There she understood what she was asking. His eyes filled with hope.

“Yes, I have it here.” Spencer reached into his pocket and pulled out two wedding bands: hers and his.

“If we’re going to do this, let’s do it seriously, don’t you think?”

They both chuckled, letting their tears fall freely. Spencer took her left hand and placed the band on her ring finger.

“(Y/N). I promise to love you forever and be a better husband and father. To treasure every day with you, to support and trust you. I promise to do my best so that we can move forward and be as happy as we have been since we met. I love you so so much.”

After Spencer slipped the ring on (Y/N)’s finger, she took the other ring and mimicked the same gesture.

“Spencer. I promise to continue to be your partner and support you through thick and thin. If things haven’t been perfect, I know we can make it at the end of the day. I know we can face difficulties if we are both committed to a life together. I love you and appreciate every minute that life gives me to be with you and our daughter. You can trust me; I’m here for you.”

After slipping the ring on his finger, they both gave each other the biggest smile they could muster. Spencer leaned down and gently kissed her lips. That sealed the mutual promise of love in a hospital room after difficult months for both.

This was a new opportunity for Spencer and (Y/N). This was another chance for Spencer to get over Milburn, but with his wife by his side. The mother of his daughter. The love of his life.

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 11 months

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You've Got Another Thing Coming

Pairing: ModernDayRockstarEddieMunsonxReader

Request: This is for one of my very favorite people and a supporter of mine from damn near day one when I first posted a book on Wattpad @mmunson86 I hope I did your request justice BB! I had a lot of fun with this one.

Alright not me jumping into this right away with a request buut whenever you can can you do a one shot of Eddie Munson x reader but modern day?

Eddie is a rockstar & reader is his wife/the bands personal hair stylist

Okay soooo here we go he is in a meeting for an upcoming tour, and she is back in the hotel lounging around , he has not seen her most of the day so he starts to text sexting her , sooo she takes it a step further and sends him a very suggestive picture, when i tell you this man is ready to bolt out the door!🤣

He tells her that he is going to destroy her & she keeps testing him till he gets back to their hotel room and does exactly that this man destroys her shoot even calls her names is rough ( obvi its consensual & that's what she wanted from him) after they are done maybe some fluff🥹🤍

18+ ONLY

Eddie rolled his neck, drumming his fingers on the top of the long table, trying not to tune out as everyone around him talked lighting, stage set-up, whether there should be a fog machine or not. They were starting a new tour in four months and he’d been told he had to attend this meeting but he never understood what he was here for. He played music. He didn’t care if the lights were LEDs or if they tried some new spotlight during his guitar solo.

Slyly, he pulled his phone from his pocket. He hadn’t seen you all day and he could just picture you in his mind right now, spread out in that King sized hotel bed in those tiny shorts and that soft cami that concealed nothing, perfect little nipples pressing against the silky material as you relaxed, probably watching some serial killer documentary that you found. Damn, he’d be much more useful in that bed with you than sitting in this conference room.

Getting an idea, he opened the text thread with you, tongue darting along the side of his mouth as he typed.

Hey princess, relaxing and enjoying the quiet?

No. I’m reading and I want you in this bed next to me.

Oh yeah? Reading some of your smutty shit again?

Yeah, and now I’m all turned on and there’s no one here to take care of it but me.

Eddie grinned, nibbling his bottom lip. Fuck, how long was this meeting going to take? He raised his head every now and again, nodding and smiling, trying to appear like he was invested in whatever the hell they were talking about now but he was far more invested in this text conversation.

Aww, sweetheart. You need me to make you feel good? You want my fingers deep inside that pretty little pussy?

Yeah. I need you, baby. My fingers just aren’t the same, Eddie. I try closing my eyes and imagining it’s you but it’s not enough.

Eddie’s head jerked back as a photo came through. He growled low, deep in his throat. You were on your back on the bed, hair fanned around you on the pillow, those little shorts gone, your own fingers buried within you. He could see those perfect nipples through the silk of the tank but your eyes…Jesus Christ, you were giving him your best fuck me eyes and he was instantly hard as granite, shifting slightly in his chair, trying to allieve the pressure. His eyes darted to the door. Would anyone really care if he just left? They couldn’t stop him if he just ran. What the hell was he even here for?

Fuck princess, I am going to destroy that pussy when I get back.

Promise?

Another picture came through. Eddie’s lips pressed together, suppressing the groan that so badly wanted to come out of him. You were on all fours, your legs spread apart just enough to give him the perfect view of your pink pussy all ready for him. You looked over your shoulder at the camera, eyes inviting him.

Are you sure you want to keep playing this game, sweetheart? This meeting is going to end sometime.

I’m dripping wet, baby. I need to come. If you don’t get here soon, I might have to finish without you.

In the third picture, you were on your back again, spread open, but with your vibrator in your hand, an amused smile on your lips.

Don’t you fucking dare. You put that away and lie there like a good girl until I get there and then I am going to make you come so hard, you’ll still be feeling the aftershocks for days.

Promises…promises…I just don’t know if I can wait…

“Alright, so I think we have this all settled. It all sounds great guys,” Eddie said, jumping up from his chair. “Really good meeting. Tour is going to be awesome. Thanks everyone.”

He practically sprinted from the conference room, through the lobby, and to the elevator. His cock was throbbing, eager to get up to the room so he could follow through. Eddie knew what you wanted when you got all bratty like this and he was more than happy to give it to you. The elevator took forever but finally the doors opened and he ran down the hallway.

Using his keycard, he slammed the door open, hearing the buzz of your little toy. He walked around the corner to find you with that subpar mechanical replacement for him pressed against your clit. You moaned, eyes closed, and he stood watching, running his finger over his lower lip. The door closed audibly and your eyes popped open, catching sight of him.

“I thought I told you to put that sorry excuse for pleasure away,” he said warningly.

“You were taking too long,” you replied, spreading your legs further, giving him more of a show. “And I was so horny, baby.”

“That’s because you’re a needy little slut.” Eddie grabbed the vibrator, throwing it across the room. He grabbed her jaw tightly, tilting her head back. “I told you, I’m the only one who makes you come. Say it.”

“Not when you’re not here,” you said, testing him, challenging him, wanting to push him as far as you could.

Eddie’s free hand cupped your pussy and you released a long, low moan, hips rolling toward him as your body tried to get what it really craved. A slap sounded as he smacked your pussy roughly, his other hand keeping it’s tight grip on your jaw.

“You want me to take care of you?” You nodded, your head barely moving in the grip he had on it. “Then be a good girl and say it,” he hissed, lips right next to your ear.

“You’re the only one who makes me come,” you whimpered.

“That’s what I thought,” Eddie stated, keeping your pussy cupped in his hand but applying no pressure anywhere you needed it. “I was in a very important meeting and you sent me those dirty photos? Those perfect little nipples all hard, pointing at me, just begging for my teeth.”

His hands came to the straps of your cami, appearing to pull them gently down your arms, but then he gave a forceful tug, ripping the entire top in half and the fabric fell away. His thumbs came to each achingly hard bud, running gently over them back and forth before pinching them both harshly and twisting until you squeaked.

“That’s right. Naughty little whores have to take their punishment before they get what they want. Now, you’ve left me with a painfully hard cock, princess. You’re going to need to fix that.”

You moved to sit up but he shook his head. Eddie made quick work of his belt, pants, and shirt before moving to the bed. He spun his finger and pointed and you knew what he wanted. Maneuvering yourself, you laid across the bed, your head hanging off the edge. His throbbing length hung over your face, wet with pre-cum that you could see gathered along the slit. Your head bobbed up, gathering the sticky substance on your tongue and he hissed in appreciation before roughly grabbing your jaw again.

“That’s a start. Now, open that pretty mouth for me so I can give it a proper fucking.”

You obeyed, opening your mouth and he thrust, sending his cock straight to the back of your throat, gagging you. But this wasn’t gentle Eddie, the boyfriend who was concerned, the one who would ask sweetly if you were okay. This was feral Eddie, the Eddie who took what he wanted from you and your center was aching for all that was to come because this had been your intention from the moment you sent that first photo. He fucked your mouth, watching the tears stream down your face, his hands roughly grabbing your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples until you were a whimpering mess.

“That’s my good little whore. Take it all, baby. Can’t be so bratty when your mouth is stuffed with my cock, can you?”

Eddie slapped your tits, causing you to jump and squeal as he hit the back of your throat again and again. His dirty talk ceased, replaced with grunts and groans and you knew he was close. He always lost the ability to form coherent thoughts when his orgasm was upon him. He thrust once more and your mouth filled with his release. You closed your lips around his cock until he was through, swallowing every last drop.

“Oh, that’s a good girl,” he gasped, dark locks plastered to the sides of his face and forehead. “Good girls get rewarded.”

Then he was spinning your body, lifting your legs up, draping them over his shoulders, the crooks of your knees balanced on him, your pussy in front of his mouth. You gasped as he dove in like a man starved, his tongue pressing into your entrance, his nose moving over your clit as he shook his head back and forth.

“Fuck!” you cried, gripping the sheets tightly in your fingers.

Eddie’s hands gripped your ass, pressing into the supple flesh, and you were helpless beneath them, this position allowing you no purchase to do a damn thing but go along for the ride. His mouth traveled away from your center, teeth biting into the tender skin of your inner thighs, marking you. You gasped, digging your heels into his back, back arched in pleasure, body quaking with need.

“You’re so pretty when you’re so needy,” he growled, grinning down at you before he took your clit between his lips, turning his head from side to side, taking it with him, pulling at it painfully but fuck, it was so damn good. “See? This is what good girls get. Don’t you want to be a good girl?”

You nodded helplessly, a chorus of mumbling moans falling from your lips as his tongue began flicking over your clit, up and down, side to side, bringing you closer and closer to the orgasm you’d been craving since you’d sent him that photo.

“Oh, my princess is close. I can feel it,” Eddie crooned, his tongue running from your clit to your entrance and back again. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.”

“Fuck!” you screamed, your body shaking, Eddie gripping your hips so you didn’t collapse with the force of your release.

You gasped for air, but didn’t have time to process anything before he was maneuvering you again, twisting your body and propping you up on all fours. You moaned, prepared for his cock, shocked when you felt two fingers press into you, curling, exploring. He hit that perfect spot and you cried out.

“Oh yeah, there it is,” Eddie breathed, his other hand coming around to find your breast, this time massaging it gently, his fingers rolling your sore nipple tenderly, always knowing exactly what you needed. “I’m not done with you yet. I promised you aftershocks, baby.”

“Shit…” you whimpered, rocking your hips back against him, grinding yourself against his hand as he continually hit that sweet, spongy place that had you seeing goddamn stars.

“What were you thinking using a vibrator?” he asked, his hand gripping your hair, pulling your head back. “You’re going to throw that pointless fucking toy away, aren’t you?”

“Yes…yes…” you gasped, your body already racing toward your second orgasm of the night.

“That’s right. You don’t need it, princess. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Yes…I…oh…fuck…fuck…fuck!” you screamed as you rode out the next high. Your body was covered in sweat, every muscle trembling, feeling like it was ready to give out. You collapsed forward on the bed but Eddie’s hand came under your stomach, propping you back up.

“Oh no. You started this, you dirty little whore and you’re going to finish it with me like the good girl I know you can be,” he growled, those ring clad hands wrapping over your hips. “I’m not done with you yet, princess.”

A cry of pleasure ripped from your lungs as his cock thrust into you from behind. Eddie drove into you relentlessly, fast and hard, your skin audibly smacking against one another. He groaned above you as you dropped to your forearms, your face pressed into the mattress.

“Fuck, yes, take every single inch of me,” he commanded, his hand snaking around your hips and between your legs, coming once again to your dripping center. “Come on, pretty girl, I know you have one more in you. You’ve come on my tongue and my fingers and now I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

“Eddie, fuck baby, that feels so good…oh shit…I’m so close…”

“I know you are. I can feel it, pretty girl, the way your pussy just swallows me up, fits me like a fucking glove. Shit, I crave this goddamn pussy like I crave a nicotine fix,” he growled, fingers moving over your clit, determined to get you there before him.

He pressed down on your back with his free hand, causing your legs to spread just a bit wider. The position had his cock pressing against that spot again. He was like a fucking sorcerer, the way he always managed to find it. His fingers continued working your center, moving over your clit, so sensitive now it was almost painful.

“Fuck yes baby!” he groaned loudly as you screeched, fingers clawing at the sheets as you came for the third time. As your walls pulsed around him, pulling him tighter, he quickly followed, hands gripping your hips again for purchase as he thrust through his release.

You felt as his cock slipped out of you, your body collapsing to the bed, spent but so damn satisfied your skin felt like it was humming. You jumped when you felt something between your legs again but it was just a warm, damp towel. Eddie gently turned you over, cleaning you up, his lips pressing soft kisses over your belly, your hips, your thighs as he did so.

You lay, eyes closed, exhausted, feeling as if you couldn't move, didn’t want to move. But then his arms were gathering you up, carrying you. Opening your eyes, you saw he had started a bath in the massive jacuzzi tub. He set you down inside, stepping in behind you and pulling your back up against his chest. Fingertips trailed lightly up and down your arms, his lips pressing against your hair, cheek, jaw, just under your ear.

“Such a good girl…” he praised softly. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No,” you breathed, melting against him, completely relaxed between the feel of his body and the warm water. “That was so fucking incredible.”

“Mmm…I agree.” His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly. “I fucking love you, you know that?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty fond of you too,” you teased and he splashed you gently with water before burying his face in your neck, peppering it with kisses.

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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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Class Ring: Part Three (End) (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by: @ches-86, @ghostwentmissing, and many others.

PART ONE PART TWO

Summary: Eddie and the Reader are Married and none of the Hellfire boys realized it. Originally based on this concept from @gayheadphones.

Warnings: FLUFF, Pregnancy and Birth, Eddie has Some Anxiety, Limited Knowledge of Dnd and God-Parentalship, Cursing, Mentions of Blood

(I will get a 'Read More' cut on this ASAP. I didn't name the baby because when I read fics like this, I never like the names they chose jfhdjdh. Requests are open, but the waitlist is long.)

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"Wheeler, move the Lady 25 feet past the Sleeping Orc."

Mike gave Eddie a look.

Eddie raised his brows. "It's rough terrain. Four squares."

"I know that, asshole."

Mike stood, reaching over the table to move your character. You smiled, nodding regally as your hands rested on your swollen tummy. "The youngling and I thank you, Sir Tayr."

Mike hid a smile, grumbling as he sat back down, "Yeah, Yeah. When are we going to meet this Youngling? This is taking forever."

You laughed as Eddie scoffed, "Wheeler, are you really sassing off to my wife because she's taking too long to grow a kid? In her stomach?"

"Yes! I've been moving game pieces for months now! Why don't you just, you know...pop that sucker out, already!?"

You break into another fit of giggles, tears welling in your eyes.

"You can't rush that shit, Mike!" Dustin spoke up. "You really want that kid coming out without a foot or something!? Stuff isn't done cooking yet! It's not Y/N's fault!"

Mike crossed his arms, "You're just saying that because they said you could be Uncle Dustin." Eddie snorted, but the boys ignored him. "You were born, like, two months early and you were fine!"

"I don't have any goddamn collarbones, man!"

"So what?"

You fell into another round of laughter.

Eddie held the bridge of his nose in faux exasperation, hiding a smile. "You guys have gotta stop. Y/N's going to piss herself."

Suddenly, you gasped loudly, eyes going big as you clutched your stomach. A quick, sharp pain cut through you low in your tummy. All heads in the room whipped to face you.

Eddie shot up, taking your hands and kneeling beside your chair, immediately. You looked panicked, still wincing, and your breathing was heavy. He tried to calm his heartbeat. "Hey, look at me, sweetheart. Are you ok? What happened? Does it hurt?"

Your hands trembled as you struggled for words, "I don't know I just felt...something."

"Holy shit..." Mike leaned over the table, staring at you. "She did piss herself."

Eddie frowned, looking down at your legs, and his eyes went wide. You were soaked. "Oh shit...Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit."

Dustin' s jaw dropped, "She didn't piss herself, dumbass! Her goddamn water broke!"

You saw terror cement itself on Eddie's face.

Lucas jumped up, "I'll go call an ambulance!"

"No!" You both shouted after him.

"Are you crazy, Sinclair?"

"We can't afford that shit!"

"We can barely afford health insurance!"

"Just help me get out to the van"

Eddie threw his keys to Lucas, sending him to pull the car around, and hooked his arms around your ribs and beneath your knees.

"Just take deep breaths for me, ok?"

"You don't have to carry me."

"Hell yes, I do."

His tone didn't leave room for negotiation. You frowned as he used your feet to push the door open. "But my pants...Eds you're gonna have baby juice all over you."

He giggled, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he made it out to the parking lot. "I love you so fucking much. I'm so scared. I'm so excited."

Dustin held the passenger side door open as Eddie set you down gently in the seat, buckling your seatbelt. You stopped him for a moment, pulling him into a short kiss. "I love you too."

He grinned, kissing you back meaningfully before shutting the passenger side door.

"Henderson!" Eddie grabbed Dustin's arm, tossing him into the van.

"What the hell, dude!?"

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. "You're coming with."

"What!? Why??"

"Because A, out of all you little assholes, you're the only one that I think might possibly have any idea how to deliver a baby, should it come to that. Anyone beg to differ?"

Hellfire went silent, he turned back to Dustin.

"And B, because you made my wife laugh so hard she went into premature labor."

"That was Mike's fault!"

"Tough shit."

Eddie slammed the door and climbed into the driver's seat, revving the engine. "Alright, babe. Let's go make Dustin an uncle."

***********

Eddie tapped his foot nervously as he waited for a nurse to come. He hadn't met the baby yet. Hadn't held or seen her.

Normally, they'd rest the baby against its mother's chest when it was born. That Eddie knew. So when he heard his baby girl's sweet little cry, he'd been greedy to see her and hold her.

But he hadn't. He hadn't even caught a glimpse of her.

Eddie acted like a Big Bad Wolf around the Hellfire boys and his band. He always had. He dressed in leather and chains and listened to his music too loud. He made scenes in the cafeteria and protected his Freshmen sheep mercilessly from anyone who tried to pick at them. But when you got past that tough outer layer, Eddie was sweet. He was gentle and friendly, and he felt things deeply. Very deeply. Love and Joy...but also fear.

He'd been on edge since the moment he saw your face first scrunch with pain. He knew that birth was hard. Everyone knew that. What he hadn't quite realized just how sick it would make him feel to see you hurt like this, and not be able to do anything about it. He hated it. He wanted it to stop so badly. Every time you cried out, back arching off of the bed as another contraction hit, he'd felt almost nauseous with guilt.

The doctor had a hard time stopping the bleeding once the baby was born. That was fairly normal. Of course, Eddie hadn't known that when a nurse casually mentioned it to him before rolling his daughter away to the NICU. You'd panicked when your head finally cleared from drugs and the pain and the blood loss, only to find Eddie sobbing over you like you were dying in his arms.

It wasn't until later, when a friendly nurse saw you brushing the tears from his eyes and holding his trembling hands that someone was kind enough to tell him what the hell was happening.

"What's wrong, baby?" The nurse was sweet and old, and she reminded him of his Grandma Frankie, which wreaked more havoc on his heart than he thought it would. "Did you get a little overwhelmed?"

Eddie felt silly. You'd literally given birth less than an hour ago and you were fine, staring up at him with a loving, motherly glow as you tried to keep from drifting off. But then there was Eddie, trembling and terrified for no reason. Not to mention he was still pouring snot and tears.

"Why didn't we get to see the baby?" He choked, trying to dry his tears. "Why did they take her?"

The nurse tutted as she walked over to the sink, filling a little cup with water. "They didn't explain anything to you? No wonder you're all torn up! Poor things..."

She passed him the cup, instructing him to take slow sips, and searched out a box of Kleenex.

"Your little girl is just fine, sugar. They just took her away to make sure she's nice and stable. She came a little early right? So she's just a tiny thing. Sometimes the preemies can't keep themselves warm when they come out so small. They just wanna make sure she can do that. She'll be back in here just as soon as they give her a check up."

Eddie felt like he could have cried with relief. He wanted to jump up and hug the woman. "You mean it? You promise she's ok?"

She chuckled softly, "I promise. You want to come with me down to the NICU? You can see for yourself."

Eddie looked over at you, as if searching for your permission. You giggled weakly and nodded, "Go on down, Eds. I'll be ok. I'm falling asleep, anyways."

He held your hands tightly, studying your pale face. They'd tied your hair back for you, "A-Are you sure? I don't want to leave you. I'm-..."

Scared. He was still scared. Your poor boy. God, you loved him.

You reached up to pet his curls soothingly. "I'm okay now, Eds. The bleeding's stopped. Go see her. I'll take a little nap, hm?" You smiled fondly, giving his hand a squeeze.

He nodded, kissing you appreciatively and taking a deep breath before turning to the kind nurse. She smiled. "You ready to go meet her, sweetheart?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

***********

Eddie's stomach was churning as he rounded the corner with the nurse. She smirked at him knowingly.

"They said she's been a very good girl, Mr. Munson."

"Eddie." He gave her a watery smile, scratching his neck, awkwardly. She was much shorter than him, her head only coming up to his shoulder, and she was round and motherly.

"Well, Eddie, She cried for a little bit when she had a bath but she didn't squirm, and she went right to sleep after. Now, she's going to have some wires on her. I don't want to surprise you with them, but everything's alright. They aren't anything to worry about, ok? There's two little sensors we stuck to her chest, those just monitor her heart rate and body temperature, and she's got one little tube under her nose. That one monitors her breathing."

Thank fucking christ for this nurse. She knew exactly what Eddie needed to hear. She knew what would worry him if he was caught off-guard by it. He was unable to find words to thank her, so he nodded his head dumbly.

"Where's your momma, baby?" The nurse cooed, looking up at him. "She wasn't able to come see her grandchild? It's no wonder you're so shaken up if you're doing all of this without your momma here with you."

Eddie blanched, unable to even begin to tell this sweet woman about his fucked up family tree. "I...I don't have a mom. Or a dad. My uncle Wayne raised me."

She didn't seem phased, "Well then, if you've got no momma, then I suppose I'll just have to be your momma for today then, hm?" She smiled up at him.

Tears stung Eddie's eyes, and he nodded.

"Now tell me about this pretty girl you've got lovin' you..."

***********

The hospital could have been crashing down around him and he wouldn't have noticed. His eyes were glued to the little girl in front of him. He was hardly breathing, as if she was so fragile that the sheer force of his exhaling would shatter her.

She was in a clear box, which Eddie didn't love, but the nurse, whose name was Tonya, was quick to explain his concern away. "This is just what they use to keep her warm, angel."

She was so small, fast asleep with a blanket tucked around her tiny body. And her hands. Eddie could have stared at her hands all day. They were like a doll's...complete with miniature fingernails. A thumbprint, even.

Tonya opened the side of the box to reveal two arm sized windows. Eddie thought he was going to pass out. Oh to touch her. To touch that tiny little creature. His little girl.

Tonya pulled up a chair for him and he sat, reaching his hands through the openings, hesitantly.

"Touch her hand, sweetheart."

Eddie obeyed, grazing his index finger along her palm ever so gently. As if by instinct, her little hand opened for him, wrapping tightly around the tip of his finger. He couldn't breathe. Tears welled over in his eyes, streaming down his face. He sniffled.

"She's beautiful, honey. Look at her..."

Eddie didn't realize her eyes had opened until he was staring into them. He exhaled sharply. Big and brown and sweet. She had his eyes.

Never once had Eddie understood when people told him he had pretty eyes. They were just...brown. But now, as his eyes stared back up at him from his little daughter, he understood. They were beautiful.

"Hi..." Eddie cooed through a grin. He could taste tears on his lips, and he wondered for a moment if he looked scary to her. Her nose scrunched as she yawned. A perfect, pink, tiny nose. It looked like yours. Eddie gave an amazed laugh, "Look at you. You're so little and bald. You look like your momma, don't you? Well, she's not bald, but you get what I mean."

Tonya laughed, giving Eddie a pat on the back, "Well, She's pretty bald now, but take a look..." She reached into the incubator and lifted the tiny hat they'd given her to keep her warm. There, a dusting of soft, feathery hairs covered her head. Even as sparce as it was, it was clear where they laid, still stuck to her head from her bath. Little Curls. "She's got her daddy's pretty curls."

Eddie blushed, tears welling again as he grinned.

Tonya gave his hand an encouraging squeeze, "You're doing so well, sweetheart. I'm going to give you two a minute."

He spent a long time at the NICU crib, holding her hand and running his fingertips up and down over her silly round belly. He rubbed her back through the Sesame Street blanket the hospital had given her. He had long since stopped addressing the happy tears rolling down his cheeks.

She slept for a while, but soon enough those sweet brown eyes blinked open, finding his again.

"There's my girl..." She gave a happy kick of her legs. Eddie grinned. "Look at you, huh? You're a strong little thing. Is that how you've been kicking mom? Keeping her up all night?"

He giggled softly, letting her wrap her hand around his finger again.

"Bet you're hungry, aren't you? Does that belly ache? Momma never got to feed you...she wants to hold you so bad. I want to hold you too."

He rubbed her tummy and she babbled, giving another yawn. He grinned.

"Are you talking to me, sleepy girl? Telling me all your mom's secrets?"

**********

Three Weeks Later

Dustin slammed open the door to the drama room, yelling like he was headed into battle, "Edddddiiieee!"

"Henderson!!" Eddie climbed over the Hellfire table like man possessed, jumping down to pull his friend into a hug. "You still mad at us, man?"

Dustin had been furious when Eddie passed him a quarter upon your arrival to the hospital.

"Go call your mom, dude. Ask her to pick you up."

"Pick me up!?"

Eddie scoffed, "Well, I'm not driving you home!"

"You're telling me, I went through all of this and I don't even get to stay to see my own niece!"

Eddie rubbed the bridge of his nose, "It'll be hours, man. I'm not dealing with your whiny ass for that long. You can see her when we bring her home ok?"

Dustin sat in that waiting room with crossed arms and a sour look on his face until his mom showed up. He'd flipped Eddie the bird on his way out.

"Oh, I'm still pissed."

Eddie grinned, giving his shoulder a playful shove as the other boys filled in slowly. You were quickly swarmed with teenage boys asking a million questions about the sleeping baby in your arms.

"Did it hurt?"

"How long did it take?"

"Do you think she'll ever have brothers and sisters?"

"She's so small!"

You giggled, dutifully answering as Eddie looked on proudly. There was a collective gasp of wonder and admiration when her eyes opened, which made both you and Eddie break into laughs.

Finally, after each club member had done their appropriate amount of admiring and holding and asking of questions, Eddie pulled out something out of his pocket.

"Henderson. Kneel, brother."

Dustin knelt without question, a proud look on his face.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, announcing loudly to the room. "In return for your unmatched bravery and service regarding to the delivery of the young Munson...I bestow upon thee..."

He pulled a game piece from his pocket. The silver fawn. The one he'd used to tell the club you were pregnant. He'd super-glued a jump ring to it back at the trailer, lacing it with a thick red ribbon.

"A medal of honor." He dramatically laid the 'medal' over Dustin's bowed head. "With this medal I ask thee to claim two titles as reward for thine servitude to the King and Queen."

He gestured to himself, then to you, making you snort.

"I pronounce thee first, a most honorable midwife to her majesty."

The boys broke into laughter. Dustin frowned up at Eddie, who just grinned back.

"As well as!" He waited for the room to return to silence. The baby babbled, and he looked over to her, "Well said, Lady Munson." You smiled as he turned back to Dustin, who looked annoyed. "As well as one more title that thou might accept or decline without fear of insult to the crown..."

Dustin frowned, confused.

Eddie opened the thick DnD game book that sat on the table beside him, pulling from it a paper he'd stuck inside for safe keeping. He passed it to Dustin.

Godparent Registration Form

Dustin's eyes went wide as he looked up at Eddie.

"Loyal Henderson, thou aprocheth thine sixteen year, legal age to obtain a title of such honor in the state of Indiana..." The boys laughed. "Whilst thou will always be known as "Uncle Dustin", with thine consent, and the consent of thine mother, we beg to bestow upon thee the honorable title of Godfather to young Lady Munson."

Dustin froze, staring up at Eddie, "Me?"

Eddie nodded.

Dustin shot up from his kneel, tackling Eddie in a hug, "You son of a bitch!"

Eddie let out a cackle, hugging him back."You really mean it!? Like, what does this mean?"

Eddie smirked proudly, "There's a lot of biblical stuff but really what it means is just that if we die you get stuck with the baby."

You laughed loudly, your head falling back against Eddie's throne.

Dustin turned to the other Hellfire boys, who were all holding back smiles. "You hear that!? If they both die, I get the baby! Take that assholes!"

***********

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