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kquil · 9 months

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POLY MARAUDERS | TEACHER! TEACHER!

request : I was wondering if I can do a small little blurby for myself with school right around the corner. Just like one of the marauders or all are helping set up the classroom and just helping out and cleaning — @loving-and-dreaming

g. : fluff ; modern au ; muggle au ; teacher reader ; comfort fic ; marauders want to help reader ; they are so helpful ; sneaky stolen kisses ; remus is a hypocrite ; but we still love him ; sirius being dramatic ; james is whiny ; they want kisses too

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“Wh-what are you doing here?” you stutter, staring wide eyed as the three men make it into your classroom.

“That’s not important right now, princess,” Sirius approaches you with a soft smile and combs his fingers through your hair before gently pulling you in close to press a soft kiss against your temple.

“Don’t do this all by yourself,” James tenderly eases the staple gun out of your hands, “this is what we’re here for,” he then walks over to a display on the wall where a stack of papers is placed beside on a nearby desk, “is this where you want to display…superlatives? And other stuff in the same pile?” James asks, looking through the small stack of colourful papers.

“Uhh…y-yeah,” you utter timidly as Sirius pulls you into his chest from behind, nuzzling his face into the back of your head and pressing a kiss there before resting his chin against your shoulder.

“Did you make all of this yourself?” you see James’s eyes widen, an impressed look crossing his face when he continues to look over your self-made posters. He looks over for a moment, a fond look in his eyes when you nod at him, softly smiling within Sirius’s affectionate embrace, “I’d be a whole lot smarter if you were my teacher at school,”

“Ain't that the truth,” Remus comments from the side and the three laugh good-naturedly, with James pretending to get mad so that he can turn to the empty display and begin stapling the posters on the small diagram you had helpfully sketched out when planning its arrangement.

“Come here, dollface,” Sirius urges you to move towards Remus, who had laid out a familiar set of dishes for you, “you should eat, we can handle everything else,”

“But…uhh—” Remus doesn’t allow you to protest, helping you into your seat instead, all while Sirius moves to another display and goes about filling it out the way you intended using your planned sketch.

“We made sure to order your favourite so please eat,” the tall brunette urges, his eyes pleading for your concession. Thankfully, you didn’t have much fight left in you to protest their attentiveness. Upon sitting down, Remus makes sure that you begin to eat before he steps away and organises all the printed out worksheets you had yet to arrange into your filing cabinet.

You watch as the boys move around you to do the chores that you had the responsibility of doing for the new school year. They were diligent and focused and didn’t appear bothered by the tasks either, which was a relief. Feeling like a burden was a regular occurrence for you but Sirius, Remus and James always made sure that you had no reason to feel that way around them; they were reliable and worked through everything with you without complaints. They were a blessing. Once the posters were done, Sirius and James looked over the to-do list you had written up on your memo pad at the front desk before setting off to do the next couple of tasks for you as well.

Sirius went to clear out the back cupboards of the things you had previously marked as no longer needed whilst James went to retrieve the new box of workbooks that was all the way on the other side of the school, where the supplies were usually kept. They both had to pass you on their way to do their tasks and couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to your cheek, James on your right and Sirius on your left. They both found you so adorable when eating peacefully and clearly enjoying your meal, they couldn’t resist stealing a cheeky kiss. It even gave them additional strength and motivation to finish up the rest of the chores on your to-do list before the day ends.

Remus looks over and sees the flustered look on your face as Sirius and James walk away to do what they planned. Smirking, he calls over his shoulder as he continues filing documents for you, “take it easy on our angel, boys,” he light-heartedly jabs, “we need her alive to teach the new generation,” he laughs as you shout at him in embarrassed protest whilst James and Sirius laugh to themselves.

“Sorry, Doll,” Sirius apologises with a wink as he ties up his lose hair.

“Just relax, yeah?” James calls back before leaving to retrieve the workbooks.

Relax… you think to yourself, slowly beginning to smile, it’s certainly easier with them around…

Out of nowhere, Remus was suddenly in front of you, leaning over your figure and holding himself up with a hand on the desk you were seated at. You make a soft sound of bewilderment that Remus finds too cute to resist. For only a small moment, he savours the look of surprise you stare up at him with as he lifts your chin up and presses a kiss against your pouty lips. Sighing in bliss against his lips, you immediately kiss back, your lashes tickling his cheekbone as they flutter close.

“Remus!” Sirius shouts in protest from behind you but it doesn’t break your kiss as you were both used to his dramatics, “You made us all promise not to get distracted!” Remus just deepens the kiss in response, which increases Sirius’s objections, “James! Get back here quick! Remus is hogging our angel again!”

You can only guess that the heavy but rapid footfalls echoing in the hallway was James racing back, his arms occupied by a box full of freshly delivered workbooks.

“That’s not fair Moony!”

a/n : for the requester, this is a special thank you to all teachers who go above and beyond for their students without the proper acknowledgement. we love you, we care for you and we appreciate you so so much. i also have to apologise that this is so last minute, i know you said that school starts for you on the 14th and that's tomorrow but moving back from uni took more out of me than i expected, i hope the timing is still okay, darling x

navi.

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hxney-lemcn · 4 months

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The Riddle of Love — Gotham! Edward Nygma x gn! reader

summery: Edward's interest shifts to someone who indulges in his love of riddles.

tw: bullying (?), kristen kringle is a warning all her own in this fic, implied rejection (not really tho, Ed's just awkward).

a/n: I hope so much that I wrote all these characters correctly. I have riddler fever rn and really wanted to write for him, but I've always been scared that I'd write him too ooc. I think I did good tho.

wc: 3.1k

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“What is it that no one wants to have, but no one wants to lose either?” I asked. I already knew it was a lost cause. Edward Nygma was the smartest man I had ever met. Dorky? Yes. Nerdy? Absolutely. Smart? Incredibly. So trying to impress him at his own game wasn’t exactly the smartest move. Yet, the first time I gave him a riddle to solve (which he solved ridiculously fast), I don’t think I’d ever seen him so happy. So I continued to scour the internet in my free time to try and find obscure riddles.

Although this riddle wasn’t that obscure. I was running out of riddles to find, and I sure as hell couldn’t make my own.

“A lawsuit,” Eddie replied without missing a beat, still focusing on testing blood samples.

I couldn’t stop the pout that formed on my face, “It’s not fair how smart you are.”

I didn’t see Ed’s lips twitch up, how the praise I didn’t think twice about saying impacted him more than he’d like to admit. It was quiet for a few minutes, and I looked back down to the papers I had brought with me. Sometimes, I found myself working in the forensic lab when I could. One of the perks of being a criminal data analyst. I could make my notes on paper, and then just copy them into the computer later.

Since I was a data analyst, I was in the record archives often. I was acquainted with Kristen Kringle, which obviously led me to Edward Nygma. She would complain about him if I came in after he had left. At that point I didn’t know him, but I also found her complaints unfounded. I’d let her vent, but I’d also speak up for him, which made her glance away in what I assume was guilt. Then there were the unfortunate times that I’d walk in on his awkward flirting. I’d just tensely put away or take the files I needed for my research and leave them to it.

But after enough times, I’d caught him in the middle of one of his riddles. An easy one, probably to dumb it down for Kringle so she’d be enticed to answer it in the first place. Yet he had caught the attention of the wrong person. Although that didn’t seem to put a damper on his mood. He only sent me a tight lipped smile with a little ‘ding ding ding!’. That’s how I was caught hook line and sinker. His mannerisms were oddly endearing to me, and that’s how our odd little friendship formed.

I was brought out of my reverie as Eddie shuffled over to his microscope, “I am a nine lettered word and rhyme with perfection; I am another name for love. What am I?”

I blinked, not ready for a riddle, even though I always should be in the presence of him. I looked up from my work, and I noticed how Eddie was sweating, his cheeks flushing a bright red. I tapped the metal table anxiously, the word love had thrown me off my game and my brain felt empty of anything else. I mumbled words under my breath that rhyme with perfection.

“Deception, reception, perception,” I mumbled, yet none of them fit the rest of the rhyme. The longer I took, the more anxious Eddie seemed to get. “Affection. Oh! The answer is affection!”

Ed cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, “Y-yes, that is correct. G-good job.” My proud smile fell into a more awkward one, thinking over the implications. That riddle sounded like one he’d save for Kringle. Was he running out of riddles as well? The thought alone was preposterous. It was tense for a bit. And when I realized I had nothing left to do but input the current data I had on some wanna be gang leader. The sad part is I knew that the cops aren’t going to be the first ones who get them.

Even though I needed to leave, it felt wrong for some reason. To leave the situation after Edward had seemed to admit something in his unique way of sharing. I didn’t want to assume his feelings, yet I knew he also wasn’t one to just state them willingly. Biting my lip anxiously, I decided to just do it.

Walking over towards Ed’s hunched form, I leaned down to place a light kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see ya later Eddie.” Then I booked it out of the room, leaving behind a very flustered dork.

It wasn’t much later in the day when Doctor Lee Thompson entered my office. It wasn’t much of an office. The dark walls made the space feel enclosed, and it barely fit my desk and the few cabinets it held. Yet I didn’t mind it since it was a space for myself. Lee, on the other hand, was another acquaintance whose office was nowhere near mine. She’d only come to my office for a few reasons, if it was work related (which was rare since our departments weren’t similar), or if it was personal. Sometimes she fessed that it seemed I needed some company, that it would do me no good to spend all this time alone in my office. Other times…it was on a more personal note, about Eddie and I’s relationship.

She plopped a candy bar on my desk, a placating move that was all too familiar.

“You must’ve done a real number on Ed,” She smirked, sitting on my desk. Due to the tiny size of the room, and the nature of my job, I didn’t have a seat for guests.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Deep down, I knew exactly what she meant. I knew Edward was an awkward man, and his experience with flirting was an ultimate zero. Yet it was hard to imagine that he was still affected by a small gesture of affection… Okay maybe the gesture wasn’t that small, for either of us, but still!

Lee’s smirk widened, “I think you know exactly what. Poor little Ed kept stumbling over his words when I brought you up. Something must’ve happened.”

I unwrapped the candy bar as she spoke, wanting to avoid any thought of the earlier moment. Looking back it was so awkward and a terrible attempt at…what? Flirting? Was that my intention? I didn’t even know my own intentions!

I took a bite from the candy bar, savoring the sweet flavor before having to explain the painfully awkward memory. When I managed to explain the event, Lee couldn’t stop herself from chuckling, causing me to finish my candy bar with a bitter look.

“That sounds like something you’d both do,” She smiled.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” I huffed, trying to fight off the flush of embarrassment I felt.

“Nothing,” She sighed wistfully. “But you two really take your time, huh?”

“Shut up,” I scowled.

“Okay, okay,” She threw her hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll stop teasing…for now. But seriously, I think you two would be cute together.”

I let out a childish groan, “I get it. Is there anything else you need?”

“No,” She smiled as she stood up. “Just wanted to see what had Ed all wound up.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart skipped a beat at the implication. As Lee saw herself out, my mind kept racing. What was Ed doing right now? What was he thinking about? Did he really care enough about my opinion, about my affection, that he was still affected by it? I stared at my computer screen, the cursor blinking mindlessly. Glancing at the time, I scowled as I realized I still had 30 minutes left to my shift. The idea of going home, having a relaxing dinner and then maybe treating myself to a warm bath.

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That was only the beginning. It seems that Eddie’s admiration had shifted from Kristin Kringle to me. It was flattering, to say the least. At least to me. Once I gained Ed’s attention, I seemed to have gained his colleagues attention as well. Typically, I didn’t work with the officers, I’d research criminals, then that data would be added to the files. So when I walked past James Gordon and Harvey Bullock, I never thought twice. But when Ed had waved at me, that cute tight lipped smile on his face as I waved back, a smile of my own adorning my face, it drew the attention of the two detectives.

"Careful Ed,” Harvey mocked. “Don’t wanna scare them off.” Jim only glanced up briefly, not interested in the situation in the least. I watched as Ed’s smile twitched for a second, Harvey’s words seeming to get to him. I felt my smile slip, not liking how they treat him in the slightest.

“He…didn’t do anything wrong,” I shrugged, before waving goodbye, making my way to the record archives. Not only them, but even Kringle was looking at me more than just as a person to vent to.

“I feel sorry for you,” She stated, adjusting her thick rimmed glasses. Her hazel eyes held their usual air of judgment as she placed some files back in their spots.

“Why?” I asked, flipping through to find the person I needed.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, raising one of her perfectly maintained eyebrows. “Edward’s got his eyes on another victim.” I frowned, anger bubbling within me at the way she always found new ways to insult him.

“I wouldn’t describe it like that,” I managed to grit out. “I find the sentiment sweet.”

“Wait,” Kringle paused, turning to look at me with disbelief. “Do you…like him?”

I sighed, finding it hard to focus on the task at hand with this irritating conversation, “Would there be something wrong with that?”

“Isn’t it kind of weird how fast he switched?” She asked, a hint of jealousy in her tone. “I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he loses interest in you.”

I slammed the cabinet shut in a bout of rage, leaving the room before I do something I may regret…or lose my job over. As I exited, my scowl worsened when I realized I didn’t even get what I needed.

“Hello!” Edward’s excited voice greeted me as I entered the break room. When my gaze landed on him, I felt my expression soften, my shoulder’s relaxing. His brown eyes were so expressive, that silly smile on his face never failed to melt my heart.

“Hey,” I muttered back. Looking over the options in the vending machine. Just get something to eat, and hopefully I’ll feel better.

“Is…something the matter?” He asked, fidgeting with his glasses. I let out a long sigh as I sat across from him at one of the few tables.

Taking a bite of my snack, I took some time to gather my thoughts and feelings, “Sometimes I just hate people.”

His eyebrows raised, nervously fidgeting with his tie, “Th-that’s…understandable.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, finally cooling down. “Someone was just saying some really mean things and it got to me.”

Edwards’ demeanor changed in an instant, a frown replacing his smile, and his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of concern and anger, “Who?”

I blinked, “What?”

“Who insulted you?” He asked, fists clenched. This wasn’t what I was expecting. He would get annoyed, yeah, but he’d always just stew in it until he calmed down. And he was barely angry when I was around, which was something I was proud of. So seeing him react so harshly was unusual. It made me feel a bit appreciated, that he cared enough to get this angry over it, yet it was also unsettling.

“They…they were insulting you,” I clarified, rubbing my arm awkwardly. “And trust me, I was ready to do some things that would’ve gotten me fired.”

Ed blinked, calming down drastically at the revelation, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I swear if she says one more damned thing about you I’m gonna…” I strangled the air, the only way I could express how frustrated her insults made me.

Edward fake coughed, his cheeks tinged a light pink, “I assume you mean Miss Kringle.”

I paused, hoping it didn’t hurt that his past interest was still as rude as ever. “I didn’t even manage to get the files I needed,” I grumbled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

“...I can get them for you,” I felt my heart crack. Was he still interested in her? Was that why he was so ready to go into the den of the woman who so readily insults him?

“Oh, no you don’t have to do that,” I shook my head. “I’ll just have Lee do it.”

Ed blinked, seeming to think over something before standing up, “I’ll be right back.” Before he was fully out the door he paused, “Whose case files did you need?”

I couldn’t help the tiny grin at how eager he was as I gave him the names of the people I needed files on. Yet that smile fell. Was he really so excited to get a chance to see Kringle that he almost left without knowing what files he needed? I finished my snack, getting a drink from the vending machine while I was at it. My mind continued to make up terrible scenarios that could be happening at that moment. How she could manage to crush Ed’s precious heart even more than she’s already managed to.

Ed was back quicker than I realized. It took him less than ten minutes! He set the files I needed on the table, that tight lipped grin on his face as he waited for my input.

“Oh! Thank you!” I thanked, flipping through the files to make sure they were all there. “She didn’t give you any trouble, did she?”

“No,” He replied simply. As I met his gaze, that’s when I finally realized that he was truly over Kringle. I should’ve felt disturbed at how intense his gaze was, at how strong his emotions seemed to be when he wasn’t even trying. Yet I only felt flattered, important, and wanted. Emotions I wasn’t completely used to, and caused my heart to stutter at how strong my own emotions were becoming.

Standing up, I leaned in and kissed his cheek again, this time a bit more confident then the last time I did. I waved goodbye as I walked out with the files he gave me. I felt pride swell within me as I watched Eddie become a flustered mess as I left. It was a good mood lifter as I watched him fumble with his usual nervous ticks, before he was finally out of my sight.

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Edward’s courting tactics only seemed to grow after that. I wasn’t sure what changed him to do so. I could only speculate that Lee had something to do with it. She kept stopping by my office, asking how Ed and I were doing like she hadn’t just seen us the day before. I can’t lie, I was reveling in the attention that Ed was giving me, and I could tell he’d revel in my attention as well. A mutual pining on both sides.

Normally, I’d be okay with that. Too scared to try and push things forward. Edward Nygma was different. He was just so…amazing. I’ve never felt so strongly towards someone. He was sweet, attentive, smart, and overall lovely. I couldn’t just settle for pining, I wanted to experience what it would be like as his lover.

Which led me to this horrendous mess up of a confession.

I dressed up a bit nicer than usual, hoping to impress the cute dork. I felt confident in myself, an emotion I don’t feel regularly. I greeted Lee, who seemed like she guessed the occasion and sent me a wink when I walked past.

“Hey Eddie,” I greeted, setting a cup of coffee down on the counter.

“Oh! Hello,” He greeted me, smiling. “You seem chipper this morning.”

Nudging the coffee towards him I smiled back, “It’s a good day today. I got you a coffee.”

“You didn’t need to,” Ed replied sheepishly, not used to people giving him things.

I only shrugged, “I wanted to.” I tapped the counter I was leaning on as nerves started to slowly creep through me. So, before my anxiety could get the best of me, I blurted out, “What is mine but only you can have?”

With furrowed eyebrows, Ed actually paused to answer a riddle for the first time during this little game we had. His eyes flitted around the room, like he was trying to avoid the answer. I know he was smart enough to figure it out, so the fact he was taking so long to answer caused my heart rate to spike from anxiety. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I was reading the room wrong. I blame Lee for feeding me a wrong understanding.

“I…uh…” Ed stuttered over his words, sweat dripping down the side of his face. Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn’t have said that. He does know the answer, I found it online easily, he obviously knows. He doesn’t feel the same and now he’s trying to find a way to politely reject me.

“Nevermind!” I exclaimed, trying to quell my nerves by getting the fuck out of here. “Stupid riddle! Never needs an answer. I should get to work.”

“W-wait!” Eddie called out, making me stop in my tracks. So close yet so far. “I can be a fruit, I can be on a calendar, I can be important, and I can be forgotten. What am I?”

Turning back around, I watched as Eddie picked at his nails. We both seemed like complete messes at the moment. It was hard for me to think of anything due to my previous failure of admitting my feelings. I bit my lip awkwardly, trying to stop myself from making any more of a fool of myself.

“I…I’m not sure Eddie,” I chuckled solemnly.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses before admitting, “A date. W-would you accompany me on one?” I stared at him with wide eyes, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Y-yeah! Of course I will!” That tinge of embarrassment was quickly overpowered by exhilaration. The smile that stretched across my face almost hurt with how big it was. Eddie’s smile was also wide as he still couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Is…is tonight okay? Dinner? 7 o’clock?”

“That sounds perfect.”

And to make the moment better, I kissed his cheek before parting, excited for what the night held for us.

#riddler x reader #the riddler x reader #gotham x reader #edward nygma x reader #edward nashton x reader #gotham #riddler #the riddler #edward nygma #edward nashton #x reader #dc #dc riddler x reader

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rottenrosethorns · 1 year

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Promise | Part One

Pairing: RE4!Leon S. Kennedy x co-worker!fwb!afab!Reader

Genre: Friends with Benefits AU, Smut

Synopsis: You and Leon had a strictly professional work relationship and strictly physical personal relationship. But recently, you start to notice more affection from Leon little by little. With his upcoming mission, will you be able to confront him before he leaves?

Warnings: 18+ SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI, vanilla, oral sex (mutual), throatfucking (receiving), choking (receiving), cum swallowing (mutual), hair tugging (giving), public oral, physical restraint – hand wraps used (received). Please inform me if I missed anything!

Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: this is my first leon fic and im very, very new to the RE fandom but not new to writing, so i apologize if some parts/personality is non-canonical! im still working on learning more about the universe. also, this is my first fic ive written since a year so…if this is bad, im so sorry, working hard to get my writing back to better as well <//3 also there might be a part 2 but might not??? depends idkkkkk, if this goes well or not lolll

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- masterlist -

- part two -

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You don’t remember how it started. All you knew was that somehow, it became routine for you both to spend Friday nights together after work.

At first, it was every few months, nothing structured really. A stray text, here and there. A brief "My place or yours?" or "Are you up?" sufficed whatever cravings either conjured during the quieter nights.

If he needed to be satisfied, you’d be there. If you needed to relieve stress, he’d be there. And that, for the longest time, was the determination of the relationship. There wasn't really much need for anything else. Leon was always out on missions, fighting off whatever offspring the latest virus variant had mutant and you were diligently cooped up in your tiny office, researching past strains, tracking patterns for the next possible mutations, and investigating outbreaks.

Even though you both worked at the same company, albeit in different departments, crossing paths with Leon was not uncommon. Despite the frequency, every interaction was conducted as if you both were strangers. Partly because nobody at work needed to know the personal agendas you both occasionally shared as well as the work dynamic between your titles and ranks. It didn’t matter anyways, nobody would ever catch on that a DSO agent and a researcher would intermingle in bed anyways.

But eventually, those seldom visits became monthly, always being on the first Fridays for convenience. It was weird to keep a schedule like that, especially when the appointment was solely for sex, but it’s what worked best for the both of you and neither of you had any complaints. Almost like a regular wellness checkup with your family doctor except none of you suffered from any illnesses.

Then, monthly became weekly. Both of you needn’t ask to come over anymore, practically leaving work together on Fridays. You clean up whatever case you were working on, pack up, and head towards his apartment. This was routine.

So, it was obvious what your plans for tonight were.

“L/N.” A few knocks accompanied your colleague’s voice. She was Poppy, a sweet girl from a few doors down. One of the only co-workers that was near your age.

Your desk was a mess, papers skewed everywhere from the recent case concerning a missing girl filled every square inch surface of your office. Briefly glancing up from the disarray of files, you caught a glimpse of her with her light coat and bag on, “Clocking out?”

Poppy cheered, “Yup, my shift at the bar is starting. Care to join me and the rest of the agents?”

“I’d love to, but I have plans for tonight already,” A mental image of you sitting yourself on Leon’s throbbing dick painted into your mind. Or perhaps maybe you’ll let him take the lead tonight with him pinning you down on all fours, “Maybe Saturday, if you're not hungover enough.”

“I’m always ready for a good time, hungover or not! If you change your mind, come find us downtown,” Admittedly, that’s what you liked most about Poppy. She was always cheerful, a great change of pace in the gloomy environment of your job. Not that you were overly pessimistic, you were just very logical and had a job to do. A job to find a missing girl and investigate the T-virus. So, you both exchanged goodbyes before you sighed and continued to review the deadend clues for the nth time.

“You have plans for tonight?”

You raised your eyes in surprise, sure that you were alone in the office, having this time of evening to been way past normal work hours as well as the rest of the floor supposedly at the bar. Well, everyone but him now.

“I have plans every Friday, Kennedy.” You blinked innocently, keeping your facial expression neutral as you initially reference your workload; however, the sight of him in the cursed tight t-shirt underneath his jacket immediately shifted your tone into a sneaky innuendo.

Leon was fairly well at keeping his composure, speaking nonchalantly without skipping a beat as he leaned up against your office door frame, “More important than catching up with the crew?”

You caught on to his dismissal, not willing to embarrass yourself with desperation to fix your sexual desire. Thus, you mockingly tapped your files as if Leon couldn’t see the plethora of papers for himself, “I have a case.”

“You’ve been on that case for weeks now,” As if to taunt you with silent temptation, he crossed his arms, defining his biceps. Damn him, you thought. Although you couldn't see them underneath his jacket, you could tell just by the strain of wrinkles folded in the fabric. Damn his shirt too, you thought.

You shook your head, motioning towards the bulletin board of cold trails, “I’ve got to find a lead.”

“It’s one night, you can get back to it on Monday,” Leon pushed off the doorframe to welcome himself further into your office. You thought he’d make his way to inspect your bulletin, only to be surprised when he placed himself directly across from the other side of your desk. He bent forwards, placing each hand on the edge of your wooden desk and leaning his face close to yours. Even without words, you knew he wanted you to take a break.

“I have to find the missing girl.”

“One night,” Leon sighed before taking one hand to take the files out of yours and shutting your laptop closed, “It won’t kill you.”

“It could be enough to kill the girl,” You argued.

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that to save yourself a glare from Leon. A moment of silence passed before you sighed, not in frustration but in defeat, “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Since when did it become so hard to say no to him?

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“So, you decided to come after all!” Poppy cheered with a slight slur in her speech, already moving to pour you a drink, “I knew Leon would convince you.”

You gave Leon an accusatory look to which he dodged by moving to greet another colleague, “You-”

“Cheers!!” Poppy all but screamed into your ear whilst practically shoving the glass of alcohol to your lips. You quickly reacted, taking in the liquid in a few large gulps.

“Damn girl, you practice that?” Poppy scrunched her eyes playfully, suggesting that you practice with more than just drinking alcohol in your down time.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a ghost of a smirk appear on Leon’s face before disappearing as quickly as it appeared. Regardless, you shot him a dirty look.

“Take a seat!” Poppy beckoned, sluggishly taking your coat and bag.

There was only one spot left located on the far side of the table. Just as you were about to make your way, Poppy’s voice halted you, “Hey, move it, will you?”

Poppy’s question was more like a demand towards another colleague, “What? I’m already sitting here. Why should I move?’

“Just move!!” Poppy pretty much shoved the poor man out of his seat before turning towards you with a soft smile and gesturing you to sit. For a moment, you’d forgotten how this sweet girl could become a special agent, but with that display, you remembered just how tough she could be under that kind smile.

“Thanks,” You laughed nervously, not wanting to be on the other end of her wrath. You wondered why sitting here was such a big deal until you realized it wasn't where but who you were sitting next to. With a seat so hidden in the corner and a private room full of many people, you were sandwiched between Leon’s sturdy torso and the wall. From where you were, you had to ask Leon to grab any drinks or food for you.

“Want something?” Leon looked at you, ready to grab anything that you wanted.

You nodded and thanked him. You did feel bad for making him grab all the things you wanted – especially since you were known to be a menu hog – but you really didn’t have much of a choice. It was either use him to do your bidding or climb over his lap in front of everyone. Just as you were about to ask for your desired dishes and drinks, Leon already knew what to bring to your plate without you needing to tell him.

Since when did he know your favorite foods?

.....

“You’re going on the missing girl mission?”

Leon nodded, persona instantly switching to serious. His jaw tensed, brows furrowed as the tiny wrinkles creased between them. This was usual, almost like a pre-mission ritual of his to get in the mindset of gore, bloodbaths, and bioweapons. Afterall, nothing can prepare a man for the horrors that go on during those missions. Not even you. You've investigated countless missions, earning lead researcher in many strain cases, yet whenever it came to Leon being the leading agent you suddenly had so many questions, overly irrelevant and useless.

Will you be okay? How long will you be gone? What’s your mission? Will you come back alive? Are you going alone? Is it dangerous? What if you get sick? What if you don’t come-

“Y/N!”

“Huh?”

“I asked you a question.”

“Oh, sorry,” You slightly winced, holding a hand towards your head and checking to see if you were ill. It was unlikely of you to get distracted so easily. Forcing out a cough, you cleared your throat to compose yourself, “What was your question?”

“Are you okay?” Leon shares a look of worry, placing a warm hand over your shoulder as if to comfort you while his other hand replaces the one on your forehead, “You don’t seem to be burning up.”

You gulped, tongue and mouth agonizingly dry as your eyes flickering towards his touch. As much as you wanted to shy away, his touch was warm and you craved his heat. It was unlikely of him to be in such near proximity to you, especially when you both could be seen through the glass walls of the briefing room. You averted your gaze, shakily looking at his baby blue eyes so it wasn’t obvious you were fixated on his hands, “Was that the question?”

“No,” Leon admitted with a small frown painting his sharp features, “You just don’t look so well.”

“Just thinking, I guess.”

“About?”

“Your mission.”

A half-lie, half-truth. Sure, you were concerned about his mission. You're highly paid and trained to be worried about these missions, but moreso, your concerns focused on him. In actuality, you didn’t really need to, he always came back safe. On the brink of death sometimes, yes. But, still alive nonetheless.

He gave a curt nod, “I’ve got training soon, but can I swing by later to get your debrief? It’s your case, you’re the expert. I need all the help in order to save the girl.”

“Of course, how late are you staying at the office?” You brought up your schedule, double checking if there were any meetings you still needed to attend.

“Actually, I was thinking we could go back to my place?” Leon nervously smiled, eyes squirting slightly, “Um, you know, because I got to sharpen my knives before I go.”

“You want me to debrief you at your place while you sharpen your knives?” The tail end of your tone stretched to be high pitched in your confusion. Was this a joke?

Leon let out an airy chuckle, “Yeah?”

You followed suit, letting out a laugh to ease the confusion, “Sure, I guess, wanna order in?”

“Yeah,” Leon smiled, “Pizza would be nice.”

“I'll see you then.”

Since when did Leon come up with excuses to see you?

.....

“Pizza’s here!”

Leon leapt up, putting his knives and sharpening tool on the wooden coffee table and rushing towards the doors to retrieve the pizza, “Thank god, I needed a break.”

You flipped through the debrief packet, only having gone through the first few pages of the hefty pile, “It’s a lot, these people – uh zombies? – are dangerous and fucked. Better to be safe than sorry.”

“I’ll save the girl, promise.”

Leon set the pizza box and wings on the table, careful not to let the grease seeping through the cardboard touch the mission materials and quickly left to grab plates and drinks. Meanwhile, you had continued to read aloud whatever essential background information he’d need to understand the nature of this mission. You hadn’t realized you were so heavily engaged in your notes to notice Leon plating two slices and setting a drink for you before helping himself. So, you continued until you heard the sound of Leon’s soft chewing.

Looking up, you finally noticed that Leon moved to sit on the floor and rest his back on the legs of the sofa. Putting down the packet, you followed him and moved to sit next to him, “I got a bit carried away, huh?”

Leon shared a smile, showing no signs of disdain, “Just a bit. Take a break, we can get back to it later.”

You held back a yawn, disguising it as you sipped your water and started devouring your pizza. You hadn’t realized how hungry you’ve gotten. You suppose you shouldn’t be skipping lunch anymore, but you knew that you’d probably forget that change in habit the next day. You both ate in silence. Normally, you found silence comfortable, but alone with Leon? You despised it.

“You look troubled,” Leon scanned your face, “Wanna share?”

You pressed your lips together, indeed you were troubled. The sight of his sharpened knives had invoked the bombardment of concerning questions again. They burned on the tip of your tongue, begging to be spoken.

“It’s...” You hesitated.

Leon didn’t speak. Not because he didn’t have anything to say, but as if to encourage you, letting you know that all of his attention was on you and that he had no intention of interrupting you.

You sighed, “I’m just worried.”

“About the mission? I’ll save the girl. When have I ever failed?” Leon smirked.

For a moment, you laughed as well before becoming solemn again, “Not that, more about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“Why?”

Without thinking, you split all the questions you’d been brewing since earlier. Pizza forgotten, you didn’t realize you’d been rambling until you’d run out of breath. Yet, Leon never interrupted you, letting you vent out.

“Sorry,” You looked away embarrassed, shoving the slice of pizza to prevent you from speaking, “I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m sure you will take care of yourself.”

If it had only been a couple of seconds, it felt like excruciating hours had passed from Leon’s silence. The room felt stuffy, the lights felt like they were shining too bright, and the sweat was sticky on the palm of your hands. The voice in your head was begging, crying for him to say something, anything. You didn’t care if he laughed in your face or reassured you. You just needed to hear something from him, so that you didn’t drown in your own thoughts. You had a tendency to overthink.

You shrinked back, heavy under the gaze of Leon. You didn’t know what to do, so you made an excuse of needing to use the restroom to escape the invisible chokehold. You hovered over the sink, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths to calm yourself. It didn’t help much, but it at least eases your heartbeat back to a normal range. Eyes now open, you pathetically look at yourself in the mirror and internally berate yourself for your foolishness. Has Leon made you lose all your self control now?

A brisk knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. As much as you didn’t want to face Leon, you couldn’t hide in his bathroom forever.

“Leon, I-”

Leon doesn’t wait for you to fully open the door, pushing his way in and pulling your body flush against his. His lips find a way to your neck, sucking and licking at the fragile skin. You were sure they left marks in its wake. Your words are cut off with a quick moan, your hand coming up to cover your mouth in shock. You weren’t sure what made him act this way, but you definitely weren’t complaining. If this is what’s going to distract him from the previous conversation, then you were more than willing to satisfy him. Plus, today was Friday. This was routine.

Leon’s hands trail all over your body as the both of you stumble back into the living room and fall onto the couch. This was quick, this was sloppy, this was like two horny teenage virgins having sex for the first time. But you were with Leon, so all of that didn’t matter. You didn’t even undress fully, only having discarded your shirt before you got off Leon’s chest and kneeled on the floor to face him as he sat up. Greedily, you pushed up his shirt midway, half-hazardly exposing his tense abs before clinging your hands around the waistband of his sweats and briefs and tugging him free in one motion.

“Excited there, big boy?”

Leon’s cock twitched, slapping against his lower abdomen in anticipation. His length was impressive, but his girth was even more breathtaking. His tip glistened under the lights, heavily leaking with precum. You snickered internally with a silent smirk blooming across your face and eyes twinkling with mischief, amused at Leon’s erection from being untouched.

“Watch it,” Leon’s voice was serious, tone stern and authoritative with his eyes narrowed as he watched you lick your lips at the sight of him. He was always serious and demanding during sex, yet always attentive of your needs. It was one of the things that you loved about him. You had a knack for power imbalance and an even bigger knack for defiance.

You kissed his thighs, starting from his left knee upwards, skipping his begging cock and back down to his right knee. Leon grunted with displeasure, rolling his eyes at your cheekiness. Just as he was about to get impatient, you moved forward, lips barely brushing against his shaft. He could feel your hot breath, twitching in anticipation once again. Yet, you didn’t want to comply, having too much fun teasing him with your antics, “Watch what-”

Leon narrowed his eyes into slits, annoyance clear on his face and clearly ran out of patience with you. Wordlessly, he dug his large hands under your arms, lifting you up and throwing you roughly where he sat on the couch. Stunned and turned on from the sudden manhandling, there you laid upside down with your head slightly hanging off the edge of the cushion. All you could get out was a squeak of surprise before Leon grabbed your head on both sides to support you and shoved his dick in your mouth and roughly throatfucking you. Immediately, you gagged from the unexpected rough entrance, but loved his abrasiveness with you. Leon watched as you took all of him, throat bulging with every thrust. He basked in the disposition of your bobbing Adam’s apple and the lewd squelches echoing off the living room walls. Leon was normally attentive to your limits; however, he had a habit of getting carried away during oral, leading to you tapping his thigh twice and pushing him off. Instinctively, you spit out your cum mixed saliva as it slowly slid down the side of your cheek and sticking to your hairline. It’d be a bitch to clean later, but you could care less at this moment.

Eyes opened, you took a deep breath in as you gasped for air. With his left hand, Leon continued to pump himself, slick hands rubbing along his length to keep his high going. With his right hand, Leon caressed your cheek with his thumb rubbing your cheekbone.

“I’m sorry. Safeword?”

You shook your head, chest heaving, “I’m good, just give me a sec. Don’t worry, I liked it, just haven’t done this in a while.”

Leon nodded, eyes softening with slight guilt although you showed no signs of being upset, “I’ll make it up to you. Promise you’re okay?”

You kept your hand on his thigh as if to tell him that you were okay. Still with one hand, Leon took off his shirt and used it to gently wipe your face. You laughed, finding the delicate gesture humorous as he still stroked himself.

“What’s so funny, huh?”

“Nothing.”

You smiled innocently before replacing his hand with yours and sticking your tongue out to accept his length again. Leon hissed out your name, eyebrows crinkling with pleasure. You slurped him one, twice before humming in acknowledgement. The vibrations only elicited another hiss-like moan out of him. Feeding off the noises he was making, you kept at your bobbing head, licking, gagging, and kissing all along him. You took him out of your mouth, cold air blowing against his shaft causing him to shiver. He was close, and you both knew it.

“Choke me.”

It was a simple demand, but it was the green light that Leon needed to resume throatfucking you. You put your hands down, using one to sneak into your pants and circle your aching clit. You hummed against Leon, earning a satisfied grunt from him, “Keep that up and you’re gonna have to swallow.”

He released his hold from you, letting you have a moment of air. You looked up at him, challenging, “Good thing I like the way you taste, Kennedy.”

Leon responded to you with a short grunt, but you didn’t fail to miss the slight flush on his face before he thrusted himself back into your awaiting mouth. His thrusts were much more forceful and rough, basically pushing your body deeper into the plushness of the couch. Your fingers switched from rubbing your clit to inserting your fingers inside yourself. Leon’s hold on your waist kept you pinned to the couch before moving to pull your pants down to view the sight of you finger fucking yourself. He never liked it when you touched yourself when with him, but at least he could watch you while you did. Must be a pride and ego thing, you thought.

He also didn’t like when you had too much clothes on. Albeit you were definitely no less than conservative at this moment, Leon just noticed you had your bra on the whole time. He didn’t like that. His hands swiftly moved from the dip of your waist to push down the straps of your bra and expose your jiggling tits. Moments like this, Leon became obsessed with every curvature of you, latching both hands on your breasts to hold as he pounded rougher into you.

“Almost done,” He choked out like he was the one out of breath. Borderline whimpering and whining at this point, begging for release.

You encouraged him by using your free hand to grab his hip and guide him. Three thrusts later, Leon’s hips stuttered and knees fell slack as he released his hot, thick ropes of cum into your mouth. You pulled away, lapping up every ounce he gave you.

“Still okay?” Leon asked, breathless.

You nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’m okay,” You confirmed, moving to sit upright.

“Need a break?”

You shook your head, greedily bringing his hips towards you. He looked down towards your slit, messily covered in your slick, “Who’s excited now, hm?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing, “Shut up, Kennedy.”

He smirked, teasing you, “Don’t want it now?”

You sighed in defeat, needing to cum more than needing to save your pride. You gave Leon your best pleading eyes, brows creasing in desperation, “I do want you. Please, I need you. I need you to make me cum.”

“There we go,” Leon cooed, “How would you like me? You have to tell me what you want.”

“Please, please, I want your tongue,” You sighed, “I want to cum on your tongue.”

Thoughts about begging Leon to get to it and rail crossed your mind; however, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to beg him to eat you out. Not that it wasn’t often, it was just a special treat and you were always the type to take advantage of your situations. You’d been missing his tongue, and you craved his expertise and enthusiasm despite the snarky comments that came with it.

“Copy that, agent,” Leon smirked, bending down and lifting your legs over his shoulders to bury his head in between your legs and licking a long stripe up your cunt, stopping to engulf his lips around your clit.

You sighed with bliss, curling your fingers into his hair and giving a taught tug to his blonde locks. Leon released his hold, blowing on your clit as he gripped your thighs tighter and spread them further, “Behave.”

He went to delve his tongue back into you until the shrill sound of his ringtone echoed, taking you out of the steamy atmosphere. Leon shook you off as you tried to push him away, “Ignore it.”

“But-”

“I said leave it.”

The ringtone ceased, leaving the sounds back to being Leon’s tongue pushing in and out of your hole. Only a moment later, the ringtone came back to life and now taking the both of you out of the steamy atmosphere. Leon threw his head back with a frustrated groan, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You bite your lip, can’t help but hold back your curiosity, “Who is it?”

“The President.”

.....

Leon was leaving. Leon was leaving for Spain. Leon was leaving for Spain to fight against an infected cult to save the President’s daughter in an hour.

Arguably, you were more nervous about his departure than him. Actually, you were more nervous than he was. All your questions from the previous night flooding your mind again. So, you took it to the company gym to let out your worries. A researcher usually doesn't occupy the training room, but you need the stress relief. Why? Because your other stress reliever was leaving the country!

“You’re hurting yourself,” Leon leaned against the door frame, clad in his tight tactical gear. Hip pouches and combat knife strapped securely on his sturdy figure, combat boots tightly tied and double knotted, and most importantly his handgun safely holstered along his belt. Although you hated the reason why he was in his uniform, you can’t help but drool over him.

You’d known you pushed yourself past your limit a while ago. The sting of your knuckles along with the faint patches of blood staining the fabric of the punching bag made it obvious. You’d been bleeding through your wrap for a while, but you didn’t care as the pain helped you forget about your worries. Technically, this was equally helping as it was hurting you.

Meanwhile, Leon pushed himself off the wall, steadily walking over towards you and grabbing both your wrists. You glanced up through your lashes, staring a bit too long in his baby blue eyes, “Shouldn’t you be gone already?”

Letting go, Leon panged fake hurt from your words, “Want me gone already?”

“You know what I meant, Kennedy,” You continued throwing punches, despite Leon’s disapproving looks. Regardless, you were thankful that he didn’t try to stop you.

“Flight leaves in an hour or so, just doing my last double checks on equipment and saying my goodbyes.”

You raised a sweaty brow with doubt, freezing mid punch and fist never meeting the punching bag, “You don’t say goodbyes.”

“I don’t.”

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Am I not allowed to be here?” Leon perked up, knowing that he would overturn you in any conversation. You stared at each other in silence, challenging the other person to say something first. Sighing, you broke eye contact, going back to punching, “You should bring a jacket. I heard the weather is pretty bad over there. Plus, you don’t look very inconspicuous.”

“Outfit screams “On my way to save the President’s daughter from contagious B.O.W.s,” right?” Leon laughed, “But, what’s on your mind?”

You half shrugged, “Just got some stuff on my mind.”

“Like?”

You.

“The mission.”

Leon nodded, face turning stern as if he were calculating battle tactics in his head already, “Same.”

Silence fell over the both of you again, but this time, awkward. You cleared your throat, turning away from Leon to grab at your water bottle, “Nervous?”

“Not really,” Leon’s demeanor switched to devious, “Honestly, just want to get this over with. I got some unfinished business.”

“Unfinished business?”

Leon’s eyes held a glint in them, patiently waiting for you to catch on.

Unfinished business. Your unfinished business. You never got to finish.

You slapped Leon on his upper chest with a hiss, “You can’t be serious!”

“But, I am.”

“We’re at work!”

“And?”

You gawked at him in complete disbelief, “And? Um, I don’t know, we could get caught, we could lose our jobs!”

Leon shugged, smiling confidently, “There’s no cameras.”

“Someone could hear us!”

“Only if you’re loud.”

You hated the smug look on his face, knowing that you were pretty vocal. It was only until your eyes followed his as he watched you subconsciously squirm and press your thighs together. Leon gently grabbed your shoulders, pressing soothing circles on your skin, "Do you trust me?"

The look in his eyes was so fierce, your lips quivered, "With my life."

Leon's hands slid down your arms and snaked them around the curvature of your ass before supporting the back of your thighs, "Jump."

And, you did. Instantly, Leon's lips peppered your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You cringed, thinking about the accumulated sweat from your workout session, but Leon didn't seem to mind. He'd make you sweat even more pretty soon anyways. You sighed with pleasure, running your hands along his arms and feeling the firmness of his biceps under your fingertips. Whilst distracted by the heat of his touch, Leon took his chance and backed you up towards the Smith machine.

“Leon, what are you-”

He hushed a whisper in your ear, causing a shudder through your spine, “You trust me, right?”

Leon looked at you, pausing all movement until you spoke a soft, “Yes.”

“Good,” Leon glanced at you through the mirrors spanning across the entire wall of the gym, “Remember to be quiet.”

Leon unraveled your blood stained hand wraps, lacing them together over your wrists and over the bar while effectively tying your hands tightly against it. Once finished, Leon gripped his hands over the ridges on the bar, unhooking it and effortlessly lifting the bar onto a higher post on the machine. You definitely didn’t miss the bulge of his biceps. Through the mirror, your arms were outstretched way above your head with the soles of your shoes firmly touching the ground.

Leon moved in front of you, back now facing the mirror while keeping eye contact with you the whole time. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

He pulled down your pants, noticing the lack of undergarments. He raised a brow and teasing smile itched to bloom across his quivering lips.

“Shut up, it’s easier to workout in,” You huffed, a bright blush rushing across your face.

Leon hummed in satisfaction, “It’s easier to eat out too.”

“Hey-”

Your scolding fizzled out into a loud moan as Leon repositioned your legs and dove under you with his tongue flicking your clit. His hands traveled up and down your legs, taking the time to squish your plush thighs. Leon kept his rhythm for a moment before pausing, “I thought I told you to be quiet. Unless you like the idea of being caught.”

You involuntarily clenched at his teasing, jaw tightening from your lack of composure, “Hurry, you don’t have that much time yet.”

“Don’t need that much anyways.”

Leon uses his hands to push away your legs, running his fingers up and down the skin of your thighs. He grips them every so often before sliding his hand around, cupping the crease just below your ass, and firmly tugging you forward with his tongue stuck out along your slit. You choked out a sigh, careful not to be too loud as you threw your head back in pleasure. With the guidance of Leon’s hand, your hips began grinding on Leon’s tongue as he licked and lapped your dripping sweetness. The sight of yourself through the mirror was lewd

“I’m- I’m almost-”

“Hold on for me.”

Leon meant it metaphorically, wanting to show off the skills of his tongue and mouth just a bit more. But he also meant physically as Leon hoisted your thighs upon his shoulders, carrying most of your weight with the help of his arms hugging you secured around your lower back. Regardless, you’d instinctively grabbed the metal bar, flexing your arms to hold yourself up. Half not to crush your weight on Leon, and the other half in need of something to grip while waves of pleasure ruined you.

You thrust your hips forward, needing more of Leon as you ached for him, “Please, almost there.”

Leon pushed you closer towards him, hoisting you higher so that his face was centered at your core. Leon pushed his tongue deeper into you just as you reached the apex of your climax. A deep sigh of relief came over you as you ground the last of your ecstasy onto Leon and just in time for his flight departure. Gently, he set you down, pulling your pants up for you and untying your restraints. Without saying anything, he took off your hand wraps entirely, blowing cool air on your scratched knuckles, “Take care of this later.”

“Take care of your mission.”

Leon nodded, switching back into his agent persona. You watched him begin to walk away before he hesitated right as he passed through the door frame, “Hey.”

“Yeah?” You cast him a longing look.

“I’m going to come back, okay? Promise.”

Since when did Leon make promises?

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Spencer Reid x Reader

18+🔥

You’ve been hooking up with your coworker Spencer Reid. Does the rest of the team know? 👀

After a long case, the two of you can’t keep your hands to yourselves.

“Dr. Reid, a minute?” You ask him as the team makes its way into the bullpen. The flight from Seattle was long and everyone’s ready to wrap up their paperwork and get home.

“What’s up?” He steps aside into the small kitchen with you.

“What was the true probability that Morgan wouldn’t have had to shoot that unsub?” You ask him.

“Given his devolution, the desperation of being trapped, and the lack of control he had, he wasn’t coming out of that apartment alive. I’d say based on what we know, only about a 5% chance of one of us not having to shoot him,” he answers quickly.

“Right,” you sigh.

“We saved the girl, it’s still a victory,” he places a hand on your shoulder. The touch diverts your train of thought to him, to the electricity that just surged between you.

He meets your eyes and swallows hard before dropping his hand.

Those hands, those damned hands. In the last month they have been all over your body, his long fingers inside of you, down your throat, pinching your nipples…

“Reid, Y/N, a word?” Hotch pulls you out of your thoughts.

Did he know what the two of you had been doing? That two of his agents have been sleeping together secretly? You look to Reid whose face gives nothing away. He wouldn’t show concern, he’s way better than you at masking things from other profilers.

Shit shit shit.

Hotch leads the two of you to his office, JJ, Morgan, and Prentiss exchange looks of curiosity. Your heart hammers in your chest, heat creeping into your throat and ears.

He doesn’t know, there’s no way he knows. You two were careful.

“I got a complaint that you snapped at one of the witnesses,” Hotch starts with Reid.

Relief floods you but worry for the verbal beat down creeps in. Reid had snapped at a witness, right next to you.

“And you didn’t tell me it escalated,” Hotch turns to you.

“Sir, I…” you stammer.

“That witness was out of line, Hotch. She agressed us first,” Reid reasons.

“And as soon as Reid got snippy, I shut the interview down,” you bud in.

Reid grips one of the arm rests and you remember that same tight grip on your ass. You jolt upright and adjust in your chair, catching Hotch’s attention.

“Reid you are brilliant and you are an asset to this team but you have to be more patient with these people. They are victims too,” Hotch leans on his desk and crosses his arms. “Y/N, you did the right thing by shutting it down but next time run it by me so I’m not blindsided by a complaint. Understood?”

You both nod.

“If it happens again, I’m documenting a disciplinary action,” he says with finality. Reid clears his throat, red on his cheeks.

You both stand in unison which Hotch takes a mental note of.

“Great work this week nonetheless,” Hotch says as Reid gets the door for you.

Leaving his office feels like stepping out of tar, you slow your breathing and purposely walk away from and ahead of Reid.

Shit. Hotch is reading the two of you, he’s picked up on something.

An hour passes and no one on the team has left, everyone still lost in their paperwork and conversation with one another. It’s one of your favorite things, time together after the storm of a case.

You leave your desk to go to the restroom before heading to the intel room to grab some more files which are kept in a large closet connecting to Garcia’s office.

You’re fumbling through paperwork for a while, taking out boxes and placing them on one of Garcia’s desks. You make a mental note to clean it before she gets to work in the morning.

You turn suddenly at the feeling of a presence behind you at the entrance to the closet.

“Shit Reid, you scared the hell out of me,” you sigh.

He’s leaning against the door frame, watching you with a conflicted expression. Strands of hair fall around his face, messy and untamed. He’s removed his cardigan and rolled up the sleeves to his light colored button down. It the dim light he looks gorgeous, mouth watering even.

“You think Hotch is onto us?” he steps forward and pulls the closet closed behind him.

“It’s possible,” you answer honestly.

But then he’s right on top of you, his fresh scent invading your lungs, his body heat warming you.

His hand grips your hip, pulling you closer to him as he starts to nip at your neck.

You pull on his waist band, need buzzing between your thighs. These meetings, these moments where heat and need build to an impossible level are what you live for.

“Then we better be quick,” he snakes a hand up to your jaw and kisses you quickly, desperately.

You’ve never done this with so little people in the office, what if they notice your absence? What if they notice both of you gone together? You’re about to say something when you become aware of the taste of him, his cock straining against his pants, and just how acutely you need him inside of you.

“This is a bad idea,” you hum while hurriedly pulling his cock free from his pants. You pump it slowly, causing him to grunt under his breath while he hikes your skirt up.

“I’ve wanted to do this since you put this little skirt on,” he smiles and rips your panties to the side. You giggle but bury your face in his chest so the sound doesn’t travel.

He sinks a finger into you, his finger immediately soaked and it pleases him. He bites his lip knowingly before pinning you against the wall and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he says when you screw your eyes closed to revel in the moment he enters you.

He stretches you around him, gravity forcing you all the way down onto his cock. You grip onto his shoulders as he starts to move, one hand on your hip, the other in your hair. The tip of his cock strokes the nerves inside of you so deliciously that your eyes roll back in your head. It had been too long since you had him and the possibility of getting caught is a thrill that heightens the experience.

“So good,” he whispers, sweat beading on his forehead.

The sounds of him moving inside of you and both of your controlled panting brings you to your climax fast and hard as he continues his rhythm into you. He’s focused, he knows exactly what you like and how to get you to cum for him. That eidetic memory will not let him forget precisely what you like.

“Reid,” you whimper and he clamps his hand over your mouth. You bit into his palm as you clench around him and he fucks you through your orgasm.

“That’s right, keep coming on it,” he urges. The low moans in the back of his throat are ecstasy and you know you’re going to cum again.

He drags his cock out and pushes back in, torturously slow. If he had time, he would tease and drag this out until you were crying. Your legs shake around him as he hits your gspot repeatedly, now rushing the two of you to finish before you get caught. Fuck.

“You’re going to finish with me and then you’re going to go back out there and pretend you aren’t filled with my cum,” he growls against your ear. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you can’t take it anymore.

You come undone around him in waves as he pumps you deep and fills you with his cum. He shudders against you, steadying himself on the wall. His cock pulses inside of you and you’re reeling with pleasure.

There’s no time to revel in it though because you both hear Morgan and Prentiss talking outside of Garcia’s office.

He jolts back, you drop to the floor and pull your skirt down while he fixes his pants. Both of your are panting but trying to control it. The room is hot and alive with what just happened.

“Go out there,” you shove him. “Wait look at me,” you say. You realize that you left a claw mark on the side of his neck, the scratches angry and red. So instead you rush into Garcia’s office from the closet just as Morgan enters it.

“Reid in here?” He asks when he only sees you in the office chair with a folder. You’ve stopped breathing. You hope your hair doesn’t give you away.

“I think he’s in there looking for a file,” you say quickly.

“This the one you need?” He asks Morgan, handing him a file.

“Yeah,” he takes it and turns to leave. “Come look at this,” he tells Reid to follow him.

Reid glances at you with a small smirk as he follows Morgan out of the room, one hand resting on his neck to cover your scratches.

Fucking hell, you’ll never get enough of him.

#mgg #spencer reid #spencer reid one shots #mgg pics #criminal minds #bau #Hotch #aaron hotchner #derek morgan

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hiiiii, i saw your requests for noah are open. could you maybe do him with an insecure reader? like she just doesn't like how she looks (particularly her tummy) and he shows her how beautiful she really is to him? preferably smutty with a loooooot of praise <33333

So, I'm sorry it took me few days. To be honest this topic isn't easy for me, cause I like to deal with my insecurities alone, so I didn't really know where to start and go with this. I put these two requests together, hope you don't mind. I also put a bit of myself in there, as I'd like to work for the fire department after college.

Let me know how you like it and if you find any grammar mistakes, let me know, english isn't my first language. Enjoy reading✨

„And then he said that women should not work for the fire department.“ I sighed and sank deeper in the bath, holding glass filled with white wine in my right hand.

„Oh wow, what a captain.“ Noah answered, head against the blue tiles of our bathroom as he was sitting outside the bath with one of his hands also occupied with glass of wine.

“Just acting captain. I really hope they choose someone from the station soon, can’t wait to see him leave. I know he’s the only one with the sexist comments at the station, but lately he’s been showing off his opinions too much and I’m just tired of that. Makes me think I should quit.”

“Don’t you dare do that Y/N. It’ll pass with the new captain. Or file a complaint with others. They got your back. You’re amazing fire fighter, don’t let him ruin that for you.”

Little angry wrinkles showed on Noah’s face as we talked about my job. He was mad that our acting captain was making feel all the female fire fighters this way and he didn’t know how to help with that, but even with the sadness showing on my face, he would never support the thought of me leaving the job. He knows I love it and that I’d be mad at myself and him for letting me do that just for someone who’s stepping up for station without captain.

“I really hope it’s question of days now, the process should be done soon and then he’ll leave.” All the nasty things I had to say about him were washed with the wine down my throat, I didn’t want to ruin one of the first nights Noah’s back home from the tour.

“Yeah I hope too, hate to see you this sad.” His empty hand came on the edge of the bath, looking for mine. When our hands touched, he gave me a little squeeze and we stayed in silence for a moment. Both tired from our jobs, excited for the two days we both had off.

“Can I come in?” Noah asked few minutes of silence later.

“Like in the bath?” I asked the obvious thing and shifted a bit in our big bathtub. I had bubbles covering my body, that made me comfortable. Not like I don’t feel comfortable around Noah, but after months of being apart it felt like he would see me naked for the first time again and that made me nervous. With all the bullshit about women at work, it just made me more insecure about my body, my capability, my whole existence.

“Yes.” He said more as a question. “I enjoy talking to you, but my back is starting to hurt, let me in?”

“I can go out. We can lay down, we’re both tired. We can continue with the talking and wine in bed?” I tried to play it off.

“Why? You went in just a while ago. The water is still warm, let me in and let’s just relax together love.” He said as he got up from the floor. I quickly made sure the bubbles were covering I wanted covered, and Noah noticed.

“What are you doing?” He looked at me, confused.

“Nothing.” I said, not having an honest answer for that.

Noah got his clothes off and went in the bath behind me. I wanted to tell him to sit against me, but then he would be looking directly at my body, and I didn’t like that either.

He sat down and put his hands around my waist and laid us both down. I waited few second, then took his hands and put them more up, around my shoulders. We stayed in the comfortable silence few more minutes, I tried to drink the shame away with the wine, but then Noah put his hands back around my waist and suddenly I felt like crying.

He must’ve sensed something was wrong with the way I became so tense.

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” he tried to look at my face, but with him sitting behind me it was easy to cover my watery eyes.

“I just-“ I wanted to tell him, I wanted to learn to communicate my feelings better, but it was so hard while being naked, so vulnerable.

“It’s okay, just breathe and talk when you’re ready.” Noah said, hugging me tighter from the back and planting kisses to my shoulders.

I took few shaky breathes as I felt tears running down my face.

“Okay I just, I don’t know what to say. I’m so glad you’re back, but every time you’re on tour and we don’t see each other for a few months I start feeling this way. Like you are seeing me naked for the first ever and I’m ashamed of feeling like that. You never game me a reason to feel bad about myself, so I don’t know why that keeps happening. But with everything going on at work these days, I feel like shit mentally, but keep projecting it to my body and I just don’t want you to see me like that.” I was so proud for getting that off me, felt so good to just let it out. I felt ashamed of what I was feeling, I felt like I was making Noah the bad guy and myself like a hysterical unstable woman, who breaks down after few inconveniences in her life.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. I’m sorry If I would’ve known, I would stay outside. Babe, you don’t have to be shy or feel insecure around me. I saw your body thousands of times and I love it, I love you.” He turned my body a little, just for us to be facing each other. “You’re beautiful, your body and your mind. I’m so lucky to have you. And the station? Same, they’re lucky to have you. You do your job with love and compassion and I’m sure the new captain will see that. I know it’s too much for you now, but don’t ever hide away from me, you don’t have to.” He planted few kisses on my face after his little speech.

I felt more relaxed, but the tension was still there.

“I’m gonna go out and let you have the time you need, okay? I’ll make dinner, then we can finish the wine in bed.” I didn’t need to say a word and Noah knew what I wanted in the moment. He got out of the bath, wrapped towel around his waist, kissed my forehead with little “I love you” and left the bathroom.

I felt at peace after that. I made my routine, got out of the bathroom to find Noah with dinner ready, music playing quietly from the speakers. We ate, we talked, finished the bottle of white wine and went to sleep. I slept with my mind at peace, knowing everything will be alright as long as he’s by my side.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian band #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens band #bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens imagine

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cumikering · 6 months

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MW3: A Year After

.8k | angst, fml, MW3 spoilers

It’s been a year. I’d always dreaded it. Never even thought I’d be here to say it. But it’s been a year since the last time you held me, kissed me and told me you loved me. Since you didn’t text back in over 36 hours, since Price showed up at our door that quiet night.

I wrote you many eulogies – I just couldn’t say enough. In those two days leading up to your funeral, I laid on the floor of our room staring at the ceiling. I fumbled with your dog tags around my neck as I recited the words through the endless river of tears. I got this, I thought, but instead I stood by your casket sobbing, the soggy wad of paper crumpled in my fist.

I tried to say more than “John Mactavish was” – I really did, but my ground trembled and my sky shattered. Price had to lead me back to my seat, saying no one needed me to say a thing to know just how much you meant to me.

This body wasn’t mine anymore. It felt like a bad dream. Like I woke up in a different life, like I fell down the darkest pit into a different universe, that this was someone else’s life.

My soul died with you, and it plunged me into an abyss. You took the breath out of my lungs, and I was tortured in the tsunamis of missing you. My heart was barren, a wasteland, where the heartbeat wasn’t anymore. I floated in nothingness, wishing something, anything to take me away from this world without you in it.

It was unfair. You didn’t deserve this.

I couldn’t stop talking about your departure, about how unceremonious it was, about how crudely you were taken from me. Unfortunately, the person I wanted to talk about your death the most with was you.

I wish there was a customer care line in heaven, because I know that's where you’d be. I’ll take an email address; I’ll file a formal complaint, a strongly worded one. I’ll rant all about it, and knowing you, you’d make it all okay.

I’d been scared that I’d forget you, but I haven’t. I remember my favourite things about you. You loved so freely, so fiercely, laughed so loud and proud. You always made everyone feel good around you. You were my eternal sunshine. Everything you touched blossomed. With the smile on my face, people told me I was always so happy. Of course. You were mine.

Our time was cut short, way too short, but I had so many blessings I couldn’t even begin to count. It brought me such joy to wake up every day knowing I was yours. Heaven was a place on Earth with you, and it’d be selfish to ask for anything more.

But how could I lie to myself. I am selfish. I do want so much more with you.

Knowing that I have to spend the rest of my life without you ruined me. I’ve got these years left, too many now without you. I’d have given you half of my remaining breaths, so I could be with you longer. Hell, I’d give you all of it, because I know you’d keep the world safe. You deserve to see it.

That gives me a glimmer of hope - the tiniest bud. I always think I wouldn't last another day without you, but I always do. Your selflessness gives me the strength, my sunshine. It will all be ok, like you always said.

You told me there’s always hope as long as the sun is still warm like your kisses, the sky is still as blue as your gorgeous eyes, and the breeze still tickles like your whispers against my skin. And like the moon and the stars, and in the promise of tomorrow, you said I’d always rise.

You were in my life for many years, and there will come a day that I'd be without you longer. But I'll carry on. You taught me to live in the moment, and I will. I'll keep living, for you, my sunshine.

I miss you beyond words. No matter how long it’s been since our last ‘I love you’, I love you - enough to last more than this lifetime. In time I’ll let you go, but for now don’t wake me up from this dream because I still want to be in love with you.

Thank you, Johnny. Being together was truly a gift.

Forever yours, no matter where you are, even when we can't meet anymore.

I’m sorry I had to get this out of my system. Here’s a happy possessive best friend Soap crashing your date fic

@sofasoap @b1rds3ye @caramlizedtomatoes @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot @losersimonriley

#call of duty #cod #soap angst #cod mw3 #soap x reader #cod mwiii #call of duty angst #soap mactavish #call of duty x reader #john soap mactavish #soap #johnny soap mactavish #soap cod #cod x reader #cod fanfic #cod angst #soap didn't have to die #soap's death

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you should take your sweater off first, pal

Day six of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 6: Sweater Weather. Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 1.1k[Ao3]

“What is the fucking point of all the ugly clothes you buy if you’re just going to steal mine?”

“I refuse to be lectured on fashion from someone who only wears things that are black and black adjacent.”

“This isn’t a lecture – that was clearly an irritated aside on a different complaint. The complaint being you are wearing my fucking sweater.”

“Well it’s cozy, innit! Ain’t my fault you only have clothes from fifty years ago and they don’t make things like they used to.”

Roy grunted. He wanted to argue that the state of fast fashion was not his fault and he should not be punished but, if he were being honest with himself – and he tried to do that more these days – seeing Jamie in his clothes wasn’t exactly a punishment.

“Well what are we going to do when your stupid shoulders stretch it out?”

“I assume you’ll thank whichever god you want for giving you a boyfriend with such massive and sexy shoulders.”

Roy growled. Jamie stuck his tongue out.

“Well seeing as the damage is already done, you can keep wearing that one.” Jamie preened. “But no more. I only have so many sweaters from 50 years ago, I’d like you not to disfigure the others.”

Jamie pouted. “Well what happens when this one don’t smell like your old man stink anymore? I mean there are worse fates for a jumper than to smell like Jamie Tartt, but it shouldn’t forget where it comes from.”

“It can’t remember anything, it’s a fucking sweater,” Roy said, rolling his eyes. “You can just say you like that it smells like me.”

Jamie shook his head. “Can’t say that. You’ll get a big head.”

“We have fucked in my trophy room, I already know you’re obsessed with me.”

“Says the man who wanked to a youtube compilation of Jamie Tartt’s best goals!”

“You were there too! You fucking helped!”

“Well I know I’m fit, why wouldn’t I get off to me?”

Roy pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re getting sidetracked.”

Jamie retreated further into the sweater, pouting at Roy with his chin tucked in the collar and the sleeves over his hands.

Roy sighed. “I will wear the sweater when it loses my smell so it smells like me again. Happy?”

It’s all fine until Roy is called into an emergency meeting with the fucking Diamond Dogs.

Jamie grinned. “I’ll be happier if you give us a cuddle. I’m still freezin’. Honestly, grandad, you’re stinking rich. You can afford to properly heat your house.”

“I’m filing a complaint with HR,” Roy said as soon as the Facetime call connected. “I shouldn’t be called into these after working hours.”

Ted made a ‘pshh’ sound. “Diamond Dogs ain’t work, Roy! I’d say we’re more pleasure than business.”

“Well that’s definitely a call to HR,” Trent said, smirking.

“Higgins might be asleep already,” Nate noted, rubbing his eyes. “Ted, did you forget the time difference?”

“Little bit, yeah” Ted winced. “I never did get the hang of doing it the other way. So used to thinking backwards than forwards.”

“It’s not that late,” Roy grunted. “Higgins just might be asleep because he’s got so many fucking kids. Not sure what Nate’s excuse is.”

“Fell asleep on the couch watching a film.” Nate explained, shrugging. “Didn't mean to. This call waking me up actually probably saved my back.”

“Well good!” Ted beamed. “And what a treat it is to see you all in your comfy clothes, too. Trent is that a blanket hoodie?”

Trent hummed. “Softest and warmest thing I’ve ever owned.”

“I’m more surprised by Roy,” Beard said, totally deadpan. “I’ve never seen you anything so ill fitting.”

Roy looked down to see he was wearing The Jamie Sweater.

He grunted. “Used to fit until Jamie stole it. fucking muppet stretched it all out.”

“He’s like a labrador that still thinks he’s a lap dog even after he gets big,” Ted mused, fondly. Roy snorted in agreement.

“Why not just give it to him if it doesn’t fit you anymore?” Nate asked.

“I did.”

Beard raised an eyebrow. “But you’re wearing it.”

Roy growled, crossing his arms.

“Well,” Trent said, appearing very much like the smug reporter he used to be. "Knowing what I do about borrowing boyfriend’s sweaters – both being a boyfriend whose sweater was borrowed and having borrowed sweaters from boyfriends – I’d say Roy is performing the standard smell return.”

Beard grinned, crossing his arms too. “You’re making the sweater smell like you again for your boyfriend.”

“Shut it,” Roy growled.

“Aw, now Roy, that’s sweeter than an immediate hotel room full of chocolate bars.”

Nate nodded. “Suite full of sweets toot sweet.”

Ted and Beard pointed at him.

“I’m hanging up,” Roy said.

“I’m here!” Higgins said, call connecting as he wheezed through some requisite howls. “What have I missed?”

“Mostly Roy and Jamie being shockingly wholesome as a couple,” Beard answered.

“Aw!” Higgins smiled.

When they finished their meeting, it was half ten, and Jamie was already in bed. They didn’t do 4am training anymore since Roy was manager, but Jamie did get up and train on his own most mornings before they headed into Nelson Road. Gave Roy more time for all the shitty boring manager paperowk he had to do now but it did mean more early nights.

“No,” Roy said “Fuck off enough about me." He let out a massive bark. “Ted, what the fuck is your problem?”

Early nights they spent together because they were surprisingly wholesome. Fuck Roy’s life.

Roy removed his trousers and crawled in next to him, Jamie immediately turning to nuzzle into his chest.

“Fucking Diamond Dogs saw what you did to my sweater and think we’re sweet now.”

Jamie snorted. “No amount of clothes sharing could make you sweet. You’re Roy fucking Kent. You’re a bitter old cunt and that’s why we love you.”

Roy hummed. “Bitter like unsweetened dark chocolate.”

“Bitter like stale coffee you keep in the back of the cabinet for the weirdos who don’t drink tea.”

Roy smiled, a small thing that he was sure Jamie could still see even with his eyes closed. “Thanks, babe.”

Jamie hummed, his hand running over Roy’s chest. “You know it’s about the same level of furriness with and without the sweater,” Jamie noted.

Roy rolled his eyes. “I hate you,” he said, kissing the top of Jamie’s head.

“I know,” Jamie answered on a happy sigh. “But you’re really bad at it.”.

#Ted Lasso #RoyJamie #oops I wrote a thing #writing advent

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Honestly, as a woman I have to say it is very interesting to me how different people have handled the Christian Horner investigation compared to the allegations against Susie Wolff a while back for example.

Bc I remember the outrage online for the Susie one was big and people were crying misogyny so bad the FIA finished/dropped their investigation after one (1) day and everyone was happy.

Christian was investigated by an independent investigator hired by the RedBull company not RedBull Racing. He was, supposedly, interrogated for 8 hours and investigated for weeks. Now the investigation has exonerated him but people will still rather believe rumors they read in a newspaper than the official result.

I myself am a little disappointed by the lack of transparency by RedBull but the hypocrisy in this is astounding.

I think society really has slipped too far into “believe all victims”. Because there was never even a confirmed victim. And people were still there with pitchforks.

As a woman, I feel bad for Christian’s wife, and his kids. He’s got daughters old enough to understand what people have been saying about their father, based on absolutely nothing. No one thinks about those women.

No one thinks about the fact that if every time a female makes a complaint about something, people just to accusing the guy of sexual misconduct, that it sets the precedent that women in the workplace are only to be sexualised. Or the fact that if every time a woman makes a complaint, a man is convicted in the court of public opinion before there’s any evidence (only to be acquitted when it turns out it was a rumour) it sets the precedent that these claims can very rarely be taken seriously. Or the fact that assuming any sexual misconduct in the office is entirely harassment by the man, infantilises and patronises women in the workplace. People are so quick to protect “victims” that they end up creating them out of thin air.

As much as I’d have liked to know the whole story, I think it’s good that Red Bull is not bowing to pressure to release details. They don’t owe anyone transparency. That employee filed a complaint with their employer, they didn’t call de telegraaf to make accusations. They didn’t go on TikTok to make this news. Their privacy should be protected. As should Christian’s. This is a company, not a government, they don’t answer to F1 Twitter. People have got way too comfortable demanding information they are not entitled to when it comes to “public figures”, especially in this sport. Good for Red Bull for reminding the mob of their place. (I do agree that Theresa certain amount of hypocrisy because I think they leaked the investigation themselves, but I have no proof of that and I think that it’s the best decision to give this the privacy it should have had all along)

#f1 #formula 1 #christian horner #red bull racing

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A controversial Seattle teacher allegedly told students that identifying as “straight” is offensive. He even scolded some of his male students for being a “product of the patriarchy that teaches young boys not to care.” It resulted in a parent filing a complaint with Chief Sealth High School. In defending the teacher, Seattle Public Schools (SPS) offered what appears to be a verifiably false statement to the media.

Tenth-grade Ethnic Studies World History teacher and self-identified communist Ian Golash asked students to complete a “Social Identity Wheel” worksheet, according to the parent, who asked for anonymity. It asks students to explain their various identities, including racial, ethnic, gender, socio-economic status, physical, emotional, or developmental disabilities, and sexual orientation. The worksheet is intended to tell students that their identities determine whether they receive unearned privilege or oppression.

The parent’s 15-year-old son labeled himself “straight.” Golash took issue with that word “because it implies that to not be straight is to be ‘crooked’ which could have a negative connotation.”

‘Straight’ is offensive to Ian Golash

The student’s mother shared an email thread with The Jason Rantz Show on KTTH. In it, she complains about the comment to Golash and the school’s principal, Ray Garcia-Morales.

“When filling out a Social Identity Wheel, he (her son) was told that if he identifies as straight that he needed to pick a term that was less offensive. It is completely inappropriate to dictate what terms a student can and cannot use to identify themselves with,” the mom wrote in the September 24, 2023 email.

Golash said he did not target her son with his comment. He did, however, admit to saying something similar to the entire classroom.

In the email response to the mother, Golash allegedly told the parent that he “stated explicitly that I was not going to tell them how they should identify except to explain the difference between race, ethnicity and nationality.” But he did cast aspersions on identifying as “straight.”

“Because I think language has power and that it shapes the culture that we live in, I did say to the class, in response to a student, that I do not use the term ‘straight’ because it implies that to not be straight is to be ‘crooked’ which could have a negative connotation,” Golash wrote. “But, again stated that I am not interested in telling them how they should identify and that the wheel they are completing is for their own reflection, not for me to assess.”

A very contrived position

Golash taking offense to the term “straight” in this way may be the only such example in the country. It’s a common and accepted term.

Chief Sealth High School has a Gay-Straight Alliance Club. Even GLAAD (formerly the Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation) uses “straight” as an alternative descriptor for heterosexuals. The term “straight-ally” is still used by LGBT groups.

The contrived issue came up in a 2015 Washington Post column about etiquette. The readers (not Golash) asked if the term “straight” is offensive. Steven Petrow (the author of “Steven Petrow’s Complete Gay & Lesbian Manners”) responded by saying he’s never been asked that before. He concluded it was neither offensive nor a slur.

“I’ve never heard of a gay person saying they were offended by the use of straight. Do some straight folks find it problematic? I think you are saying that you are and, if so, I’d like to know why,” he wrote.

‘Product of the patriarchy that teaches young boys not to care’

The parent also claimed in the email that Golash shamed her son during a conversation about Florida banning left-wing classes with critical race theory indoctrination. Her son had missed the day the class watched a video about the topic, and told Golash he didn’t know why the state legislature forwarded the ban, according to the mom.

“I’m told that rather than converse about the topic and provide him with information and an actual answer, he was told that he was a ‘product of the patriarchy that teaches young boys not to care,'” the mom wrote in the email. “You missed an opportunity here to teach your student about current events and instead shamed him for being a male. To assume that he’s being raised in a patriarchal household is a very mistaken one.”

Again, Golash disputes some specifics but admits to bringing up the issue.

“My response about patriarchy was not directed at one student, it was connected to discussions of systems of power that we had been having in the previous few days and the behavior of several boys in the class,” he wrote, according to the email. He did not dispute saying the quote the mother provided.

The Jason Rantz Show on KTTH asked Golash if the emails properly depict what he sent to the parent and if he wanted to offer additional context. He did not respond.

It’s part of a political agenda

Golash focuses a portion of his curriculum on issues around gender identity. The same parent previously complained that Golash failed her son on a quiz for correctly saying men cannot get pregnant and that women do not have penises. The mom eventually pulled her son from his class.

“Mr. Golash has introduced many controversial topics into the classroom and instead of inviting open, constructive and truthful conversations, he provides biased resources that only aid in pushing his own ideological agendas,” the mom told The Jason Rantz Show on KTTH. “In this particular instance, he tried to persuade the language the students used in an attempt to censor them. Mr. Golash instructs his students what to think and not how to think. This in no way provides identity-safe classrooms that allow students to feel visible and valued.”

She says her son started to “self-censor … due to Mr. Golash’s intolerant teaching tactics.” Only after this incident, she said Golash accused her son of being disruptive and disengaged. She called it “retaliatory in nature.”

In the email thread, Golash did accuse her son and other classmates of unruly behavior. He said his frustration with their alleged behavior, “resulted in words I said that day that I might not phrase in the same way today.”

Seattle Public Schools is mostly silent

According to a screenshot of an email shared with The Jason Rantz Show on KTTH, the district is investigating the two separate complaints against Ian Golash.

First, the school is reviewing the quiz that the student failed for taking objectively true positions: Men can’t get pregnant and women do not have penises. Second, according to an email, Chief Sealth principal Garcia-Morales told parents there was an investigation into a separate incident where antisemitic curriculum was taught to students.

Seattle Public Schools (SPS) won’t say much about Golash, including how far the investigation has progressed. They also would not comment for this story, neither confirming nor denying Golash’s purported communication with the parent. Even if they did comment, they’ve previously misled the media with a statement.

More from Jason Rantz: Democrats reject child marriage, but accept their gender reassignment

Misleading the media and public

When The Jason Rantz Show on KTTH exclusively reported the “men can get pregnant” quiz, the story ignited a firestorm of criticism and ridicule towards Golash and the district. SPS appeared to give out the same statement to multiple outlets, but added an extra detail to Fox News.

In the original report, the mother complained that Golash and another teacher engaged in name-calling. One teacher allegedly called her son “f****d and racist,” and Golash allegedly made the comment about being a “product of the patriarchy that teaches young boys not to care about anything.” SPS denied the claims when asked by Fox News.

“Claims that the student was called names have not been reported to SPS. We have confirmed with the school’s principal that this is the first reference to any name-calling,” a spokesperson told Fox News.

The statement appears to be false.

In a February 2, 2023 email, the mother’s husband emailed a teacher and principal Garcia Morales. In it, he complained of conduct against his son. He wrote that his son told him the teacher explained to the classroom, “If you’re white, that’s f****d up and racist.” The principal was also on the email over Golash’s comments about the patriarchy.

SPS would not say why they told Fox News that my report was the first reference to any name-calling.

#nunyas news #this guy's exaggerating some it looks like #but teacher is still a douche

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 6: Accomplice

All confidence and security I’ve accumulated is depleted. The Shelbys have helped keep me safe from the unpredictable world outside, and as the cop pushes me through the ash-filled streets I’m reminded of just how vulnerable I really am. Yet I still keep my head held high and mask my fear with stern eyes. I’m led to what must be the police station and down the hall to a small waiting room with a single desk. The cop shuts the door, closing off what little light there is.

“I demand to know what’s going on!” I shout at the door. “I will not be imprisoned without official charges! If there is no official complaint then I shall inform the authorities in America!”

“No need for that, Ms. Steenstra,” a familiar voice speaks from the shadows. Campbell steps forward smoking a pipe and I see he’s holding a file.

I tighten my jaw and refrain from yelling again. My state of mind is much more fierce compared to our last encounter. “Hello again, Inspector Campbell.”

He slides the file onto the desk and sits down. “Last time I saw you, you were trying to get home. Scared of Small Heath and all its glory.” He points a finger at me. “I told you to stay away from the Peaky Blinders. Now I’m told you’re working for them.”

Keep calm, Steenstra. Remember what Polly told you.

“I’m a tutor, nothing more,” I say firmly. “I know nothing about their real business so if that’s why you brought me here then you’re wasting your time.” I turn away and face the door.

“If you’re interested, we could set you up for an inside job,” Campbell offers.

Did I hear that right? “You mean… spy? On the Shelbys?” I ask.

“Yes. And if there is any odd behavior then you can report it to me.”

Thomas was right. This man is out to get the entire Shelby family. I can’t be an asset to his cause. Not only because of my feelings for the Shelbys, but also for the loyalty of my employment.

I turn around and stare the inspector straight in the eye. “Maybe it’s done differently in England, but in America we are loyal to our employers. The answer is no, Inspector.”

The man takes a puff on his pipe. “What if certain arrangements were made? You still wish to return to your country, yes?”

The thought of going home is a spark of hope in my chest. But I can’t cave into this.

“Correct.”

Campbell shrugs. “Well, if you decide to join our cause we could arrange for a plane ticket, as well as better lodgings here for you.”

Just as I thought. “If you’re trying to bribe me, it won’t work. I’m sorry Inspector, but I cannot be bought.”

I grab the door knob and find it’s unlocked, no doubt because they don’t see me as a threat. Yet. Just as I start walking back to the front door I hear Campbell call out:

“Be careful, miss. Never know when the wolf will step out of its sheep's clothing.”

But in this scenario, who’s the wolf? I have no desire to be connected to this intricate web of lies and deception. I am in good relations with both the law and the Shelbys, and want to keep it that way.

I make haste to get back to the Shelby house. All previous angry thoughts are long gone and I don’t care if Thomas is still mad at me. Once I close the door I take a deep breath and take in the familiar kitchen. Calm down, you kept quiet. Just stay here and ride out the storm until you can go home.

My invisible mask falters and my eyes start to tear up. In a quick panic I grab a damp cold cloth and head to the living room to sit on the small couch. God, how did I get caught into this? All because I was an idiot and got myself lost!

“Ah, you’re back.”

No. No. Of all the Shelbys to walk in, why does it have to be him?

“Hello, Thomas.” I keep my head lowered and hastily try to block away more tears. “I’d like to apologize again for earlier. My mind hasn’t been very clear these past few days.”

Fate must have a sick sense of humor because Thomas decides to sit next to me. His weight pushes the cushions down further and has me leaning slightly towards him.

“Nobody apologizes to me unless they’ve done something else against me,” Thomas speaks in a dangerously calm voice. “What did you do after you left?”

Fighting my screaming nerves I lift my head up to face his cold eyes. “I was headed to the chapel when one of Campbell’s officers temporarily apprehended me. I was brought to Campbell’s office, where he questioned me.”

Thomas’ eyes flash. “He what?” Thomas grabs my neck, drags me over and pins me against the wall to shout in my face. “Well? What did you tell him? What did you say?!”

I try to choke out a response. “I- I didn’t say anything, Thomas!”

“Why? We never bought you over!” He releases my throat and I gasp for air. “We don’t own you-”

“You don’t have to, Thomas!” I seethe. “I didn’t say anything because A, I honestly don’t know much about the guns. And B, it would be betraying you.”

Thomas doesn’t budge but his eyes soften a fraction. Why must every encounter with him end so violently and not as romantic? I- No. Don’t flatter yourself, Steenstra. There are far more important issues at the moment!

“Really?” Thomas’ voice is calmer, yet still suspicious.

I take a deep breath and put both hands on his chest. “You may not think you’ve bought me, but I still owe a debt to the Shelby family. You took me in. You gave me a job and a roof over my head. If that’s not buying me over, I don’t know what else there is.”

Slowly, Thomas’ hands snake up to grab mine. His breathing has calmed down. He must believe me.

“No one’s this nice, Ms. Steenstra,” he whispers. “You’re not like any other person I’ve met. If you really are this loyal it would be a shame to see you go home.”

I sigh in relief. “So I’m not fired?”

He chuckles. “You always fret about being fired.”

“It’s my first job,” I reply sheepishly. “I’d hate to lose it in such a short time. Plus I really don’t want being fired by the Shelby family to be on my short résumé.”

“You’re fired?!”

We both look over to where Finn is standing, having just entered from the hallway. He’s holding another one of my books, no doubt having finished it already.

“No, Finn. She’s not fired.” Thomas gives me a smirk. “I don’t think she’ll be leaving for quite a while.”

My face falls. “Are you saying you’re going to keep me here against my will, Mr. Shelby?”

He quirks a brow. “You said you owe a debt to us, yes? How’d you like to have your Birmingham experience lengthened?”

I frown. “Meaning…?”

“That you are to stick around until you’ve earned a ticket home and we feel you’ve worked off your debt,” Thomas replies coolly and leans in closer. “Deal?”

A week ago I would have declined on the spot, but the few days I’ve spent here have snatched my interest. Maybe a while longer in Birmingham wouldn’t be so bad?

I smile. “Deal. My only request is that I’m escorted around town in order to not be snagged by Campbell again.”

Thomas tips his hat. “Your wish shall be granted, Verena Nora Steenstra. Welcome to being an accomplice to the Peaky Blinders.”

Accomplice. The word brings a whole new meaning to my job. I’m no longer a simple tutor. I’m part of something much bigger now. It scares me a little, but it’s also rather exciting.

“Yes!” Finn celebrates. “Can we do another lesson now?”

Aw, Hell. I can’t say no to this! My family’s not perfect and neither am I. I was always going to do something drastic someday, and if this is it then I’d love nothing more!

Thomas walks off to the kitchen and leaves me with his brother. You are one peculiar individual, Thomas Shelby.

I smile. “Yes, Finn. Let’s get started!”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #grace burgess #cillian murphy

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jeonqkooks · 2 years

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For the prompt request

11 and 14 for Tongue Tied couple please ❤️

beddy bye | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader (a tongue tied drabble)

prompts: things you said when you were drunk + things you said after you kissed me

rating: PG-13

genre/warnings: neighbors au, fluff, mentions of alcohol consumption

word count: 0.9k

note: i feel like we all need something lighthearted after today’s news. have you missed the tongue tied idiots? i know i have. thank you for sending this in, anon! (i hope you’re still here somewhere 😭) anyway i hope you don’t mind that i incorporated both prompts into this piece that takes place right after the first drabble! i hope you like it <3

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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It was 2:30 in the morning, and you were in the middle of your favorite Brooklyn 99 episode when your doorbell rang. You were creeped out at first, unsure of who could be at your apartment in the middle of the night because it was definitely not anyone you knew.

Blame Tangled for making you arm yourself with a frying pan as you approached the door, fearing that it was a burglar though if that was the case, they probably wouldn’t have rang the bell, and they definitely wouldn’t have babbled drunkenly and loudly on the other side of the threshold.

You should’ve pretended that you weren’t home, because now you’re stuck with a plastered Jungkook, making googly eyes at you while you bid goodnight to the man who brought him here—Namjoon as he introduced himself, or was it Namjin? You couldn’t really hear him well over the sound of your neighbor slurring his words.

Why is Jungkook sitting on your couch right now, one might ask, when his own place is literally two seconds away? Well, that's a good question.

Apparently the dumbass lost his keys at the club they were at, and his designated driver didn’t know about it until they got here. This was supposed to be your self-care night, and it was for the better part of it. But now the universe has dumped upon you a manchild to babysit.

“You’re so stupid,” you say as you give him a glass of water, which he refuses to take until you hold the glass to his lips to make him drink. You bring him a blanket and pillow to help him get comfortable on the couch too.

After he has gulped down the liquid, Jungkook frowns at you and tries to pull you closer by the hem of your shirt. “I wanted to kiss you,” he mutters grumpily.

“What?”

“I wanted to kiss you!” he repeats, louder this time that you have to shush and scold him. It's late and the walls aren’t exactly thick. The last thing you need is for these middle aged housewives to file a noise complaint.

Ah yes, the kiss.

The kiss in your building’s shabby elevator.

That was a week ago, and he was the one who challenged you. It was nice while it lasted; you liked the feeling of his pillowy lips on yours but that was all it was—one kiss. He said he couldn’t stop thinking about it, so you planted one on him to help him get over it.

No big deal, right?

“I know, Jungkook. You told me that.” In his current state, it doesn’t take much for you to swat his hand away from your shirt so you can drape the blanket over his body. “We kissed, remember?”

“N–no,” he hiccups, shaking his head, “after that. I still wanted to kiss you a-after that.”

You’re not really sure how to respond, given that he’s completely hammered. Though they do say drunk words are sober thoughts, right? Either way, you ignore him, choosing to focus on tucking him in as best as you can with all his wiggling and flailing.

“Gimme a kiss,” he demands like a petulant child, red-rimmed eyes nearly glaring at you when you laugh at him. You roll your eyes but you relent, leaning in to peck his cheek sweetly but he complains again. “A real kiss! Here!” He puckers his lips and taps them with his fingers, eyebrows knitted together tightly.

You’ve seen him whine and pout before, whenever he loses video games that make zero sense to you. It’s an adorable sight to be honest.

That, and the way your couch is a little too small for his long legs.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, stroking his hair in hopes that it’ll calm him down. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, bud.”

“Yes I d–do!”

“You won’t want to in the morning.”

“I will!”

It’s your first encounter with one Drunk Jeon Jungkook, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this persona of his is stubborn and needy as hell. He’s still frowning despite the way his eyes keep drooping. Maybe if you wait it out just a little longer, he’ll tire himself out and let you go back to bed.

The grip that he still has on your shirt begs to differ though.

“Fine,” you surrender, “if you still want to in the morning, I will.”

His frown deepens as he narrows his eyes at you. “Promise?”

“I promise,” you nod, smiling. When you raise your pinky in a further attempt to appease him, he releases your shirt and clumsily hooks his finger around yours. Jungkook giggles, seemingly fascinated by the way your fingers wrap around each other.

“Okay, bud.” When you pull your hand away, you watch him pout at the loss of contact before his attention averts elsewhere. He yawns and wiggles his own socked feet sticking out from underneath the blanket and dangling over the couch’s armrest. “It's time to go to sleep.”

“Beddy bye?”

“Yeah,” you laugh lightly, “beddy byes for the both of us.”

A part of you wants him to remember this in the morning. It’d be fun to see Jungkook redden in embarrassment as he recalls this conversation, knowing full well that his sober self is too stubborn to freely admit anything like this to you. Teasing him is fun, and watching him squirm under your mischievous scrutiny is even more amusing.

But then, perhaps another part of you wants him to remember to see if he’d actually ask you to keep your promise. That first kiss was nice, and you most certainly wouldn’t mind if you had the chance to do it again.

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wakatshi · 2 years

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WITH MIYA OSAMU. ／ INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK

“good evening, miss blueberry tart. thought you’d never come back. are ya by yourself tonight? no boyfriend this time?”

MIYA OSAMU remembers your favorite dessert and the awkwardness his mindless, innocent flirt set between you and your boyfriend. or was it a joke? he thought it was funny, that evening was terribly boring, but he immediately regretted it, returning to the kitchen, he thought you may file a complaint against him — or your boyfriend, he was definitely pissed off. but none of you did, although that was the last time he saw you and perhaps that night left him with a bitter taste and even more regret.

he thought you were pretty. and even prettier when he personally took your order instead of watching one of his waiters do their usual job. there was something about you osamu couldn’t put his finger on.

you laughed a few times and he found himself staring at you and eavesdropping more than he should’ve. at the pretty pair of earrings you wore. the fluffy turtleneck, your hands and eyelashes. your silly jokes and your unfunny boyfriend’s comments. he couldn’t help himself but flirt with you, even if you didn’t reciprocate. osamu knew you wouldn’t, but he still did it and pretended it was for his business and tips.

in the past few weeks he’s developed a stupid crush on you and every now and then, osamu hoped you’d show up again. with or without your boyfriend. (or your husband? fiancé? hopefully it’s not the case)

“he’s not my boyfriend anymore. we broke up.”

no way. he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you all by yourself.

it’s been a few weeks since your break up and even more weeks since you last set foot in this man’s restaurant. and wasn’t it for your best friend and her vivid imagination and countless encouraging words, you would’ve stayed inside your apartment for the rest of the evening. it’s freezing anyway and you stood right in front of the entrance, shivering, debating whether you should go inside or not.

just go, stop worrying so much!

you wanted to see him again but you doubted he had any recollection of what happened. he probably did it often. but the hot owner who flirted with you somehow remembered you.

“huh? really? his tarts must’ve really sucked.”

“i wouldn’t know. but tell me, do you do this often? remembering your customers’ favorite desserts?”

“why? ya think i’m giving me special treatment? i’d never. i treat all my customers the same. don’t want any complaints.”

liar.

“but, just so you kno’, i’m willing to give blueberry tarts a try for you. i could make ya one next week. here.”

“are you asking me on a date?”

“so many assumptions. but only if ya think it is.“

“what if i don’t?”

“you’re still welcome to come. it’s not my specialty and i’m not your boyfriend, but i could perfect it for ya.”

it’s definitely a date.

likes, reblogs are feedback are always appreciated 🤍

a/n : yes, i plan to write a second part idk when, but i will !!! it’s my first first time writing osamu btw but i couldn’t help myself i love that tiktok.

#miya osamu #osamu x reader #osamu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #miya osamu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #osamu x female reader

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 2 years

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10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Jason Carver cannot date Chrissy until her anti-social sister, Y/N, has a boyfriend. So, Jason pays Eddie Munson to charm her.

Basically an Eddie Munson fic based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You that nobody asked for.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: language, TW- child abuse

Previous Chapter

Chapter 6-

Eddie made a mental note to apologise to the rest of Hellfire for having to postpone their latest campaign because he was stuck in detention, but it was worth it.

To see that smile on Y/N's face when he was singing made everything worth it. The guys probably didn't think so, but D&D was going to have to wait. Wow, he never thought he would say that.

Mr. Chaplin sat at the desk in front of the class, ignoring them all while he read some weightlifting magazine. Eddie kind of wished he had one of his books with him to make the time go faster too. It had been a while since he was last in detention and he forgot how mind numbingly boring it was.

"Excuse me, Mr. Chaplin?"

Eddie looked up at the sound of Y/N's voice to find her standing in the doorway. She gave him a smile when her eyes met his and that alone made his detection a hundred times better.

"What is it?" Mr. Chaplin asked, looking at her from the over the top of his magazine.

"Sir, I'd like to state for the record that Mr. Munson's current incarceration is unnecessary. I never filed a complaint."

"You didn't have to. He disrupted a classroom."

"There was only a few minutes left of class anyway. it didn't matter." Y/N argued, starting to sound annoyed.

"It still matters. Now get of detention unless you want to join Mr. Munson and the other miscreants."

Eddie shook his head at her, silently telling her to back down. This was a losing battle and by the look on her face, Y/N knew that too. She sighed, sending him an apologetic look before reluctantly retreating out the room.

The next hour felt like time was actually going backwards as he sat in that stupid hard classroom chair with nothing to do but fiddle with the rings on his fingers and stare at the clock.

But, eventually the minute hand struck 12 and they were all finally free to leave. What he did not expect was to find Y/N's Dodge Challenger now parked beside his van, the only two cars in the carpark left and he definitely didn't expect to she her sitting on the hood of her car with her head down reading a book.

Did she wait a whole hour for him?

"What are you still doing here?" He called out, walking towards her.

Y/N's head instantly shot up, a faint smile tracing over her lips before she bookmarked her page and closed the novel she was reading.

"Finally! I thought Mr. Chaplin was going to keep you in there over the weekend or something." She said, pushing herself off the car as he reached her side. "I went for a drive and bought some pizza, but I sorta miss judged how long your detention would last for, so I'm afraid it's probably cold by now."

"Pizza still tastes good cold." He pointed out causing her smile to reappear. "I know a place with a view where we could eat it, if you're down?"

She nodded, "I'll follow you there."

"Try and keep up." He teased, opening the door to his van causing her to snort.

"Like that'll be a problem for my baby." She said, tapping the roof of the Challenger before climbing into her car and starting it up, purposely revving the engine.

He got in the van and pulled out the carpark, making sure Y/N was following him before he turned right down the road and started to drive in the direction of the old quarry.

Y/N kept up with him the entire way, not that he didn't expect her to and not that he really tried going fast either and before long, they were leaning against the hood of her car with a box of pizza sitting between them while overlooking the stunning view of the quarry.

"So, what's your excuse?" Eddie found himself asking as he finished his last slice of pizza.

"For what?" Y/N asked, glancing over at him.

"For acting the way you do?"

"I don't like to do what people expect." She answered honestly, putting her pizza down and looking out at the quarry. "Why should I live up to other peoples expectations instead of my own?"

"So, you disappoint them from the start and then you're covered, right?"

"Something like that."

"Then you screwed up." He said, causing her to look back over at him in confusion.

"How?"

"You never disappointed me."

Her eyes softened at his words, a small smile spreading across her face before he leant forward and gently cupped the side of her face with his hand. To his surprise, she didn't pull away or shout at him, instead she leant forward and kissed him before he could make the first move.

The kiss caught him by surprise before he melted against her lips and started to kiss her back. His other hand rested over the back of her neck, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss.

"Go to the prom with me." He whispered against her lips.

"Eddie..." She sighed, pulling away to look at him.

"Come on. Go with me." He insisted, but she shook her head.

"No."

She didn't catch him as the kind of girl that would like to dress up and go to prom or be around other students that she probably hated, but he kind of hoped that she would say yes if he had asked.

"No? Why not?"

"Because I don't want to. Because it's a stupid tradition-"

"Come on. People won't expect you to go." He pointed out causing her eyes to narrow at him and he knew he had been too pushy. Shit.

"Why are you pushing this?" She asked, and yep, he knew it. Damnit. "What's in it for you?"

"Oh." He chuckled nervously, shaking his head and wracking his brain for a decent answer. "So now I need to have a motive to want to be with you?"

Nope, that was not the decent answer he had been searching for.

"You tell me." Y/N replied, folding her arms across her chest defensively.

"Nothing. There is nothing in for me just the pleasure of your wonderful company. Okay?" He responded with a scoff, shaking his head before pulling a cigarette from his packet.

He didn't get a chance to even reach for his lighter before Y/N grabbed the cigarette from between his lips and threw it to the ground.

"Hey!" He exclaimed.

Y/N marched back to her car and there was nothing he could do except watch the Challenger speed off, the wheels screeching and kicking up dust as it disappeared in the distance.

He had royally fucked up. Sorry, Jason.

Why had you snapped at Eddie like that? The poor guy was trying to ask you to prom and sure, he was being a little persistent about it, but he probably just really wanted to go and you had stormed off like a child and left him at the quarry.

God, you were so pathetic.

The weekend lasted forever which was usually a good thing, but you wanted to go to school to find Eddie and apologise. You contemplated driving out to the Trailer Park where he apparently lived, but you thought it might be weird to show up to the guys home, so you waited for Monday morning instead.

However, you didn't get a chance to speak with him between classes and suddenly it was lunch time and you still hadn't had the chance to speak with him.

You walked into the cafeteria to find it already full of students chatting and eating, spread out across all the various benches and your eyes instantly landed on the Hellfire table.

Eddie was in the middle of some dramatic story if the hand gestures he was using while he spoke were any indication. You watched him for a minute before Gareth noticed you watching and bumped Eddie's shoulder. That stopped him mid-sentence and Gareth nodded in your direction causing Eddie's head to turn, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

"Hey, Freak!" Jason's voice suddenly called out from across the cafeteria. "Where's your prom date?"

You turned around to find Jason standing on his seat and looking over at Eddie who just leant back in his chair, no phased by the mans words.

"I don't have one."

"Oh, we know. Just thought I'd remind you." Jason responded causing his fellow jocks and half the cafeteria to laugh.

Should you cut in and throw some shade at that asshole? Absolutely, that wasn't even a question.

"Hey, Jason! Where's your Championship trophy?" You suddenly shouted, catching his attention as he looked over at you with an unreadable expression.

"I... I don't have one."

You grinned, "I know. Just thought I'd remind you that you lost the game for the team last season."

The entire cafeteria burst out into fits of laughter and Jason's glared hardened, his jaw clenched shut. Oh, that seemed to have hit a nerve. Good.

"We really doing this, Y/N?" Jason asked, still standing on his chair like he wanted to be above everybody else. "Where were you during the Championship game last season? Oh, that's right you were watching your daddy get thrown in jail, right?"

You nodded, taking the hit because it wasn't like he was entirely wrong about that. But, you still couldn't stop the small tremor in your hands at the memory of the incident that led to your fathers arrest.

"Yeah, I was. And it was still better than watching you dickheads lose the Championship." You spat back, your fellow students laughing again.

Jason gritted his teeth and you knew he was really getting angry.

"Fuck off, Y/N. No one wants you here. Your own sister doesn't even want you here!"

Okay, that hurt.

"Jason." Chrissy hissed as he jumped off the chair and sat back down beside her.

"News flash, Carver. I don't want to be here either!" You shouted back before you turned on your heels and stormed out the cafeteria.

You weren't sure where you were going, but you found yourself now outside leaning against the brick wall of the gym fighting back the tears that were burning in your eyes. Why were you even crying? You shouldn't let Jason's words get to you, but now you couldn't stop thinking of that night your father got arrested.

"Shit." You whispered to yourself, burying your face with your hands as you leant against the wall behind you.

You could still hear your fathers voice. Could hear him yelling and screaming at you. You could feel his knuckles against your cheek, his knee in your ribs. You could still smell his whiskey licked breath and hear the belt cracking like a whip.

That memory had been locked inside the deepest darkest box and buried into the back of your mind where you had hoped to never find it. But, of course that was never going to stay buried and all it took was for a mean comment by the local asshole for it all to come back up.

"Hey, are you okay?" Eddie's voice suddenly called out.

Shit. Why the hell had he followed you out here?

You turned your back to him and quickly wiped the tears from your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. His footsteps got closer before his hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder causing you to full on flinch.

"Sorry, sorry. You okay?" He apologised, removing his hand as you took a deep breath and turned back towards him, his expression softening when he saw the redness in your eyes. "Hey, it's okay. You're okay, don't listen to the shit that prick says. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

You sniffed, leaning back against the wall with a sigh.

"Except he does. My dad was thrown in jail. That's why I moved back here to live with mum."

Eddie simply nodded, no judgement in his eyes as he stepped to the side and leant against the wall beside you.

For the longest moment, neither of you said anything as you stood there in silence overlooking the school oval before Eddie spoke up.

"My dad's in jail too."

"I'm sorry." You said, glancing over at him.

"Nah, don't be. My dad was an A grade asshole. Uncle Wayne took me in though and he's great, so everything worked out in the end."

You nodded, unsure of what to say as Eddie pulled out a cigarette and stuck it between his lips. He patted the pockets of his jeans for his lighter before cursing softly under his breath.

"Here." You said, pulling out your own lighter.

Eddie leant forward, the cigarette still between his lips as you flicked the zippo open and lit the end for him. He gave you an appreciative nod and took a drag before lowering the cigarette with a slow exhale and glancing back at you.

"You don't have to talk about it. Just give me the word and I will shut up, okay? But... the night of Steve's party, you told me your father put those scars on you. Did him getting sent to jail have anything to do with that?"

"This some kind of therapy session, Munson?" You asked with a smile that you knew didn't reach your eyes.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, "if you want it to be. Like I said, I'm a good listener."

You didn't say anything for a few minutes, unsure if you could even bring yourself to say it. Just the mere thought of saying it out loud made you feel sick. But, you knew if you didn't tell Eddie, right here, right now, than you'd never say it at all.

Eddie must have noticed your nerves because he held out his cigarette towards you with a questioning look. Without hesitation you grabbed it and took a drag, but immediately started coughing and handed it back to him.

"First time you've smoked?" He asked, a small smirk of amusement on his face.

"That obvious?"

Eddie just smiled, fiddling with the cigarette between his fingers, "look, you don't have to tell me about your dad if it's too much, okay? We can just stay out here until you feel ready to go back inside."

"No, no, it's okay. It's just... it's a long story."

"I got nowhere else to be, sweetheart." He replied softly.

"During spring break back in California, I went to a party. There was a lot of alcohol there and everyone was drinking, so I did too. I didn't want to, but everyone else was drinking, so I did. Then when I came home, I was a little drunk and accidently woke my dad up... he was angry. But, he got even angrier when he realised that I had been drinking which was so fucking hypocritical of him because he was still drunk from drinking all day. He got mad. Madder than I had ever seen him. He threw me around a little, yelled about how irresponsible and pathetic I was. He started to hit me, not like it was the first time though. Then he got his belt out. My back still hadn't healed from the last time he used it a few nights prior, so it was bad. He got angry when my blood started to stain the carpet as if it wasn't his fucking fault I was bleeding in the first place. Then, uh, he... he... well, it's easier to just show you."

You spoke quickly hoping if you said it all at once it would make it easier. But, it didn't. It still hurt and there were tears now blurring your vision as you reached down and lifted the bottom of you shirt up.

"Jesus Christ." Eddie gasped, staring down at the scar you knew was visible. "Is that... is that from a knife?"

You nodded, "he tried to kill me. Thought his life would be better without me in it. Jokes on him because he's now rotting in jail for attempted murder, but I guess he did end up getting what he wanted. I'm not in his life anymore."

You lowered your shirt, but Eddie didn't look away, still staring at the same spot with wide, almost terrified eyes.

"How... how did you survive?" He eventually asked.

"Yanked the knife out and bolted out the house before he could catch me. I ran to the neighbours for help."

"You yanked the knife out? You do know that is like the one thing you're not meant to do when stabbed, right?"

"Yeah, no shit. I know that now. It started bleeding like a bitch when I did it, really freaked Mr. and Mrs. Jones out from next door though." You replied with a soft chuckle, despite the tears swimming in your eyes.

When Eddie didn't say anything, you shifted your gaze from the floor and back to him, only to find his own eyes also filled with unshed tears and your heart shattered.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry, not for me. I'm not worth your tears, Munson." You whispered, stepping in front of him and cupping his face with your hands. "Look at me, I'm not worth it."

"You're worth everything, Y/N. And... and you shouldn't have had to go through that."

His voice was barely above a whisper as silent tears trickled down his face which is what sent you over the edge too, your own tears falling as you brushed his away with your thumb.

"I know. But, he's gone now and I'm with my mum whose still a bitch, but at least she isn't going to stab me. It all worked out in the end, and I got to meet you. If dad didn't do what he did, I wouldn't have come back to Hawkins and I wouldn't have met you." You explained causing Eddie to smile softly. "If I had to do it all again just to meet you, I would."

"Don't. Don't say that." He whispered, shaking his head.

"It's the truth. I like you, Eddie. It kinda scares me how much I actually like you which I guess is why I freaked out the other day about the whole prom thing. I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't apologise. We don't have to talk about that now. Honestly, prom is the furthest thing from my mind right now-"

"I'd like to go with you." You said, cutting him off.

"What?"

"To prom. I'd like to go to prom with you."

Eddie opened his mouth to responded, but quickly closed it again and stared at you in shock causing you to chuckle. "You seem more surprised by that than finding out about my dad."

"Honestly, I kinda am." He admitted.

You smiled softly at him before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss to his lips. Your hands were still cupping his face as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body until you pressed up against him.

"You really want to go to prom with me?" He asked, pulling away as he looked down at you.

You smiled, kissing him again. "Does that answer your question?"

"You might have to do it again. I'm not quite sure I understood." He joked causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're an idiot." You said affectionately, resting your head against his chest while Eddie held you. "But, you're my idiot now."

"I like that sound of that." He replied, kissing the top of your head.

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