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You’re Losing Me

Summary: Dating a colleague has always been an exhilarating experience. However, as you reach a point where you’re ready to take the relationship further after spending years together, doubts start to creep in. You begin questioning whether you’re the only one putting effort into saving something that seems to be slowly fading away.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!Reader

Warnings: taylor swift’s song “you’re losing me”, angst, fluff, coworker relationship, language, drowning, stabs, injuries, usual criminal minds stuff, use of y/n, lovers to exes to lovers again, not really unrequited love, insecurity, making out, happy ending

Word Count: 7,938 (the longest one shot i’ve written so far…)

Note: It’s been so so so long since I’ve posted anything on here, so enjoy a little Aaron Hotchner one shot! I’m think of writing an Aaron Hotchner/Criminal Minds series, similar to my Steve Harrington/Stranger Things series, but it may take me a while to finish writing the entire thing. Maybe I’ll write a few chapters and then upload those and write along as I go but I don’t want to do that in case I lose motivation throughout the midst of it. We’ll see what happens! It’s just that I’m super busy but I have such great ideas for this series!

Criminal Minds Masterlist

As the sunlight slowly filtered through the windows, you began to awake from your slumber. Opening your eyes, you gazed at the ceiling and felt the comforting embrace of a pair of arms around your waist. Turning your head, you smiled at the man sleeping beside you and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head. After disentangling yourself from his arms, you got out of bed.

Quickly, you took a shower, brushed your teeth, and dressed for the day. Upon leaving the bathroom, you found your boyfriend, Aaron, sitting at the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes. “Morning, Aaron.” You greeted him.

He looked up with a grin, standing up to meet you. “Morning.” He responded, giving you a kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom himself.

You then entered Jack’s room to wake him up and get him ready for school. Seeing him still asleep, you approached with a gentle touch, waking him with a soft rub on his head. “Jack, sweetie, it’s time to wake up.”

Jack groaned, still half-asleep. “Five more minutes.”

You chuckled, playfully poking his cheek. “Come on, buddy. You’ll be late for school.” Eventually, Jack sat up in bed, and you left his room with a cheeky smile.

Preparing breakfast for your two boys, you heard footsteps down the hall. Setting the plates on the table, you watched as Jack settled into his seat. “Thank you, Y/N! This looks good!”

Nodding, you gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before you and Aaron sat down at the table. He reached out to hold your hand as a gesture of thanks, which made your heart flutter with affection.

After bidding Jack farewell and dropping him off at school, you and Aaron began your drive to work. Upon arriving, you entered the office first, as your relationship with Aaron was not public knowledge except to Strauss. You both agreed to keep it quiet to avoid potential workplace issues, though you wouldn’t mind being open about it if the opportunity arose. You weren’t entirely sure how Aaron felt about that.

Sitting at your desk, you watched Aaron make his way upstairs to his office, trying not to draw any unnecessary attention. Your colleagues, Emily, Derek, Elle, Spencer, and JJ, were already at their desks, engaged in friendly chatter while working on their paperwork. You joined in, laughing at Emily and Derek’s playful banter.

At times, you felt the urge to spend more time with Aaron in his office, but you respected his decision to keep your relationship private. However, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were the only one who truly cared about the relationship. Four years together, and you were eagerly awaiting for him to pop the question. But that seemed to be indefinitely postponed. It sometimes felt like you were the only one putting effort into the relationship.

Fortunately, the entire day turned out to be pleasantly light. With no new cases, the office was buzzing with paperwork and fueled by several cups of coffee. Every so often, Penelope would come over to chat with all of you, as she often felt lonely in her own office. Her presence brought joy, and you always welcomed her with a warm smile, her infectious happiness lifting your spirits.

As the day drew to a close, the office was nearly empty, with only you, Aaron, and Elle remaining on the current floor. Elle grabbed her bag, ready to head out.

“See you tomorrow, Elle.” You called out, waving.

Elle smiled back at you. “You’re leaving right now, right?”

You nodded, turning to your desk to organize your files. “Yep, just need to gather these files and hand them over to Hotch.”

Her eyes shifted to the man in question, who was still seated at his desk in his office. “Does he ever sleep?” Elle asked, furrowing her brows.

Chuckling, you stood up. “I’d like to say yes, but he’s practically a robot.”

Elle hummed, and her gaze returned to you. “Do you want me to wait for you?” She offered.

You widened your eyes slightly, quickly clearing your throat. “Oh, no, you go ahead. I don’t want to keep you waiting.”

“It’s not a problem, honestly.” Elle reassured you, but you waved your hand dismissively.

“No, really. You can go on ahead. I have to ask Hotch a few questions about the paperwork, anyway.”

You noticed a subtle shift in Elle’s eyes, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it. “Right. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” She said, bidding you goodbye before making her way to the glass doors and stepping into the elevator.

Feeling a sense of relief, you let out a sigh, almost convinced that Elle had caught on to your and Aaron’s relationship. Shaking your head to dismiss such thoughts, you collected all the files and made your way up to his office, lightly knocking on the door. Aaron’s voice invited you in, prompting you to enter.

As he looked up from his work, his stern expression softened into one of happiness at the sight of you. You couldn’t help but grin, placing the files on his desk. “It’s late, we should get going.”

Furrowing his brows, Aaron checked the time, and his eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, I didn’t even realize how late it got.” He admitted, quickly gathering the files and organizing everything for the next day.

Both of you exited the building and walked to your car. Settling inside, you watched Aaron start the engine and drive off, your mind preoccupied with thoughts. You were contemplating whether to broach the topic of taking your relationship to the next level or even considering making it public. Although you should have felt at ease discussing it with Aaron, anxiety gripped your heart, causing it to beat rapidly.

Despite knowing Aaron to be the most kind-hearted man you’ve known for years, you couldn’t help but fear his response. You didn’t want this conversation to become a make-or-break moment for your relationship, yet you also couldn’t bear to keep hiding in the shadows any longer.

Arriving at your shared apartment, you both entered, setting your bags down by the door and turning on the lights. With Jack spending the night at Jessica’s, you and Aaron found yourselves alone, creating an opportunity for you to bring up a potentially important conversation.

Deciding to allow yourselves a moment to freshen up and have dinner before broaching the important topic, you wanted to ensure neither of you went to bed hungry in case the conversation didn't go smoothly.

After showering, having dinner, and relaxing, you finally felt ready to initiate the conversation. Throughout the evening, you sensed Aaron’s eyes on you, and it was time for him to ask what was bothering you.

“You’ve been tense all night.” Aaron observed, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder as you both sat on the couch. “Is something wrong?”

Your mind raced through different approaches to the problem, but you still didn’t feel fully prepared as you began to respond to his question. “I’ve been doing some thinking.”

He arched an eyebrow, pulling you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Care to share?”

With a tight-lipped smile, you took a deep breath, attempting to calm your nerves. “Have you ever considered...making our relationship public?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Aaron’s arms dropped from your shoulder. Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach, dreading his response.

“Aaron?” You anxiously waited for his answer, but he fell silent, trying to find the right words to respond to you. “Can you please say something?”

Aaron’s face tightened with hesitation as he tried to find the right words to respond to your question. He glanced away, unable to meet your eyes directly, and sighed heavily. “I...I haven’t really thought about going public.” He finally admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Our relationship has always been private, and it’s been working for us. I’m afraid of how things might change if we make it public.”

Your heart sank, sensing the reluctance in his response. “But Aaron, we’ve been together for so long, and I’m tired of just hiding our relationship. I want to be with you openly, without constantly worrying about keeping it a secret.” You pleaded, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I know that.” Aaron said, his voice softening. “But we both know how the nature of our work is. If our relationship becomes public, it could jeopardize everything we’ve built here. I can’t risk that, especially for Jack’s sake.”

Frustration and sadness engulfed you, and you felt a surge of emotions welling up inside. “So, you’re choosing your job and keeping up appearances over us? Over me?” You exclaimed, your voice quivering with hurt.

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just not that simple.” Aaron replied, reaching out to touch your arm, but you pulled away.

“Then enlighten me, Aaron. What do you mean? Because maybe it’s not simple for you, but it is for me.” You said firmly, your heart breaking. “I can’t keep living like this. I deserve better than this, Aaron.”

He looked torn, his eyes reflecting his own pain. “I don’t want to lose you.” He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“But you’re not willing to fight for us.” You responded, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Tell me, Aaron. Did you even plan on marrying me?”

His silence spoke louder than words, and it was all you needed to get your answer. The truth hung heavily in the air, and your heart shattered in less than two minutes, your fears coming true. The pain of realization washed over you, leaving you feeling raw and vulnerable.

You desperately wanted things to go back to how they were, to find comfort in the familiarity of your relationship. But deep down, you knew that settling for someone who didn’t put effort into the relationship wasn’t right for you. You deserved someone who cherished and valued you, someone who saw a future with you and was willing to fight for it.

“Looks like you’ve already lost me.” You said, your voice cracking with emotion. You hastily wiped away your tears, determined not to break down completely. Standing up from your spot on the couch, you avoided Aaron’s gaze as you walked away, trying to maintain some composure. “I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

The realization that the love of your life might not have felt the same way about you as you thought shattered your heart into pieces. You couldn’t bear to stay in a relationship that made you feel worthless.

What made it even more painful was that Aaron had always been the kindest man you had ever known. He had made you feel loved, supported, and cared for, especially during your lowest moments. However, now, you couldn’t help but question everything.

“Dad?” Jack spoke, catching his father’s attention as he helped put his backpack on. “When is Y/N coming back?”

It had been a week since you and Aaron broke up, and the impact of the decision weighed heavily on both of you. In the aftermath, you moved out of Aaron’s apartment, leaving behind the memories of a once loving relationship. Aaron struggled with the reality that you weren’t living with him anymore. He had tried to apologize and convince you to reconsider, but you remained firm in your decision. You believed that taking some time and space apart was essential for both of you to figure out what you truly wanted.

“I’m not sure, buddy.” Aaron replied to Jack with a gentle smile, masking the turmoil within his heart. “Y/N needed some time to think about things, and we both agreed it was best to take some space for now.”

Jack frowned, sensing that something significant had changed. He missed having you around, and it was hard for him to understand the complexities of adult relationships. But he trusted his father and hoped that things would work out for the best.

Despite your desire for space, maintaining it was extremely challenging when you had to work together. Nevertheless, you were grateful that the rest of the team didn’t seem to notice any change in your demeanor towards each other. You made a concerted effort to act as you always did while on the job, which wasn’t too difficult, considering you had always portrayed your relationship as strictly professional, pretending to know each other only as coworkers.

Aaron despised himself for not being open and honest with you that night, for jeopardizing the relationship you had built over the years. He loved you deeply, and the thought of marrying you had crossed his mind countless times. However, fear had gripped his heart. The pain of losing Haley had left him hesitant about committing to another relationship, and he believed he could never truly move on. Yet, you had always supported him throughout that challenging time. Your constant presence by his side, understanding, and care had gradually allowed him to let go of his fears. Before he knew it, he had become deeply attached to you, and his love for you had grown immeasurably.

It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you that he didn’t want anyone to know about your relationship. Instead, Aaron feared that making it public might endanger you, given the high-stakes nature of their work and the potential risks involved. He wanted to protect you from any repercussions that might arise if their personal relationship were exposed in the often dangerous and unpredictable world they worked in. Although it pained him to keep your love hidden, he believed it was a necessary precaution to keep you safe. After Haley, he didn’t want to make the same mistake again.

Now, he felt utterly foolish. Regret washed over him as he realized he should have communicated with you more openly, explaining why he felt the way he did instead of leaving you to question his love. The pain of knowing that you thought he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, that you believed he was ashamed of you, weighed heavily on his heart.

He wished he could turn back time and find the courage to share his fears and concerns with you, to let you know just how much he loves and values you. The thought of causing you any hurt had never been his intention, but he had failed in expressing himself clearly.

The team sat aboard the private jet, en route to your destination for a new case that demanded your immediate attention. Three homicides, spread across different cities, all linked by a hauntingly similar MO. The victims shared connections that hinted at a calculated pattern, but local law enforcement had hit a dead end, prompting the call for FBI assistance.

Aaron and you purposefully chose seats away from each other, not wanting to add any awkwardness to the already tense situation. As the team delved further into the case, everyone meticulously examined the evidence within the case files.

You scanned through the disturbing details, striving not to let any grimace betray your inner emotions. Over the years, you had grown accustomed to such gruesome cases that it took an emotional toll on even the most seasoned profilers. Yet, you knew that suppressing your emotions was essential to focus on the task at hand.

“Morgan, Prentiss, and Elle, I want you three to check the latest victim’s crime scene and look for anything new. Reid, JJ, and L/N, I need you to head to the coroner’s office and examine the autopsy reports.” Aaron said, making brief eye contact with you for a second before turning his attention back to the team. “Rossi and I will head to the precinct to talk to the local PD and settle in.”

As soon as the jet landed, you, JJ, and Spencer swiftly made your way to one of the BAU SUVs and drove to the coroner’s office to examine the bodies. You were driving the car, while JJ was in the passenger seat, and Spencer was sitting in the back. You conversed with the other two throughout the entire drive, Spencer spitting his genius facts every now and then.

Once you made it inside, the three of you were greeted by the coroner, who led you to the room where the bodies were laid out. Carefully examining the wounds on the victims, you couldn’t help but notice something intriguing. “They’ve all been stabbed exactly twenty times, each stab in a different part of the body.” You stated, glancing at JJ and Spencer for their input. “This was rage.”

Spencer leaned in, his eyes narrowing with concentration. “The repetitive nature of the stab wounds indicates an intense emotional release, possibly stemming from deep-seated anger or frustration.”

JJ nodded in agreement, her empathy guiding her understanding of the crime scene. “Maybe the unsub had a personal vendetta against the victims, and he was trying to send a message with the way he’s stabbed them.”

Spencer couldn’t help but share one of his characteristic and oddly fascinating facts. “Did you know that throughout history, the number twenty has often been associated with completeness and cycles? It’s interesting that the unsub chose this specific number.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, contemplating the possibility. “Or maybe the number twenty was important to him? It could hold some significance to the unsub, and he chose it to exert control or leave a twisted signature on the victims.”

JJ nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting the shared curiosity. “It’s definitely not uncommon for unsubs to attach meaning to their actions or rituals. The number twenty might be a representation of something personal or symbolic to him.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up, adding on to you and JJ. “Numerology has been linked to criminal behavior in certain cases. The choice of numbers might reflect the unsub’s belief in its power or its alignment with his twisted motives.”

As you carefully examined the stab wounds on the victims’ lifeless bodies, a particular detail caught your attention. There was an absence of significant bleeding around the wound sites. The wounds appeared uniform in depth and angle, lacking the telltale signs of hemorrhage typically associated with antemortem stabbings.

You turned to the coroner with a furrowed brow. “These stab wounds...they seem different from typical antemortem injuries. Is there any indication that the victims might have been submerged in water before the stabbing?”

The coroner paused, considering your observation. “Well, we did find traces of water in the airways and lungs of all the victims during the autopsies.” The coroner replied. “It’s possible they were drowned before the stabbings occurred.”

“He’s drowning them and then stabbing them?” JJ questioned, her arms crossed against her chest. “What about signs of sexual assault?”

The coroner shook her head. “There were no signs of sexual assault in the report.”

Spencer chimed in, his gaze intense. “It’s possible that this unsub’s violent ritual provides him with a sense of release. The act of drowning the victims may serve as a form of control or domination, followed by the symbolic significance of twenty stabs, and perhaps linked to a personal obsession or fixation.”

You added to Spencer’s insight. “The number twenty might hold significant meaning to him, reinforcing the notion that these killings are deeply personal and methodically planned.”

JJ looked troubled, contemplating the unsettling pattern before you. “If he’s targeting the victims like this, he might have a connection to them. Something in their past could be triggering this cycle of violence.”

You nodded your head, your gaze remaining fixated on the lifeless forms. “Let’s head back and meet with the others.”

The three of you met up with the rest of the team at the precinct, where you all gathered around the crime board, sharing your findings and insights from the investigations. As each detail was added to the board, the case started to take shape, revealing disturbing connections and patterns.

Throughout the meeting, you couldn’t help but sense Aaron’s occasional glances in your direction. Part of you hoped he would approach you and start a conversation, maybe even attempt to mend what was broken between you both. Yet, another part of you felt a tinge of relief that he hadn’t approached you, as facing him would only reopen the wounds that were still raw.

It had only been a week since the painful breakup, and you found yourself torn between wanting to be understood and yearning for his apologies, and the need to protect yourself from further heartache. The longing for him to realize his mistakes, coupled with the desire to put the pieces of your life back together, weighed heavily on your emotions.

You also couldn’t help but miss Jack dearly. Saying goodbye to him before you left had been one of the hardest moments, knowing that he couldn’t fully comprehend the reasons behind your departure. The memories of the mornings you spent with him, preparing breakfast and engaging in playful moments, tugged at your heartstrings. You had cherished those moments, but you knew that staying in an emotionally draining situation wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

At the end of the day, exhaustion weighed heavily on the entire team, the toll of the stressful investigation demanding a much-needed rest. However, they were confident in the amount of evidence gathered, giving them a solid foundation to construct a profile when they regrouped.

Reaching the hotel, the team bid each other farewell, knowing they’d reconvene in the morning to continue the investigation. You let out a weary sigh as you entered your room, eager to collapse onto your bed. Shutting the door behind you, you finally allowed yourself a moment of peace. Without delay, you made your way to the bathroom, seeking to refresh yourself after the intense day.

Emerging from the shower, you felt more relaxed. After brushing your teeth, you slipped into comfortable sleepwear, embracing the coziness that enveloped you.

As you were about to settle into your bed, there was a knock on your door. Confusion washed over you, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. Walking cautiously to the door, you peered through the peephole and let out a soft sigh upon recognizing Aaron’s familiar face.

You opened the door, raising an eyebrow, giving him the signal to speak. His nervous demeanor was uncharacteristic of the stoic Aaron Hotchner, who rarely showed any signs of anxiety.

“Can I come in?” He asked, and a part of you wanted to roll your eyes at his request, but you held back your emotions. Suppressing a disgruntled noise, you opened the door wider, allowing him to enter your room.

Aaron wasted no time, quickly stepping inside as if he feared you might change your mind and shut the door on him. His uneasiness was palpable, and you couldn’t help but wonder what had driven him to seek you out in this vulnerable state.

With the door closed, you faced him, waiting for an explanation as to why he had come to your room at this late hour. “How are you?” He questioned, and you almost scoffed.

“What do you need?” You asked instead, completely ignoring his question.

His heart twinged with pain when he heard your voice, sensing the coldness in your tone, a reflection of the hurt he had caused. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage, determined to make things right. “I wanted to apologize for everything. I hated how things ended between us, and if I could turn back time, I would do so in a heartbeat just so I wouldn’t be the one who broke your heart.”

Your arms were crossed protectively over your chest, and he could see the struggle behind your eyes as you fought back tears. The mere week of separation had been agonizing, making him yearn for your presence more than ever. He longed to hold you in his arms again, to kiss you like they had for the past four years. But he understood that he couldn’t expect you to forgive him so easily.

“Jack misses you.” He continued, his voice laced with regret. “He asks for you every day, wondering if you’ll come back. It breaks my heart each time he does.” Your heart ached for the little boy, whom you had grown to cherish as your own. “And I miss you too, more than I can put into words. I’m willing to do anything and everything to fix things.”

Your gaze locked with his, and he saw the emotions swirling within you. “Aaron, I don’t know.” You began, and he felt his heart drop, fearing your answer. “How do I know you won’t do the same thing again? You’re only saying this because you realized what you had after you lost me.”

He shook his head, almost reaching for your hands but stopping himself, respecting the space you needed. “No, that’s not true. I’ve always loved you, Y/N. Yes, I was an absolute idiot, but I’m not just saying this because I realized what I had after I lost you. You mean the world to me, and I love you. If you just let me show you that I won’t make the same mistake ever again. I want everyone to know you’re mine, and it was never my intention to hide you away. I love you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.” His voice was filled with sincerity, pleading for another chance to prove his love and commitment to you.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to think of what to say. “Aaron, I think I need some time.” You said, truthfully. “I just need some space to figure out what I truly want. Throughout all these years, I’ve longed for you to prioritize us, but it never happened. Maybe I was too naive to believe it ever would.” Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, avoiding the pained look on his face. “I love you, too, but I can’t ignore the fact that I wanted you to put me first, instead of this job, and to consider a future together. I wanted to get married, but I don’t think you felt the same.”

He was about to say something, but you held up a finger, needing to continue.

“Honestly, I probably wouldn’t marry myself either.” You confessed softly. “I’ve spent so much time trying to please everyone, especially you. It’s been exhausting, trying to be the perfect girlfriend or even a future wife, when it felt like I was the only one making an effort. I sent you countless signals, hoping you’d notice, but it seemed like you didn’t want to acknowledge the cracks in our relationship.”

You let out a deep breath, relieved to have finally expressed your thoughts that had been brewing for months. Opening your eyes, you looked at Aaron, and his broken appearance tugged at your heartstrings. You longed to turn his frown into a smile, to fix everything, but you knew it wasn’t that simple.

“You’re wrong.” He finally spoke, his voice cracking with emotion. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, listening intently. “Of course I wanted to marry you.” He continued, his eyes searching yours for understanding. “But I was just too scared.”

“Scared of what?” You asked softly, urging him to open up.

“Of losing you, though it seems like I already did.” He said, a sad chuckle escaping his lips that didn’t reach his eyes. “After Haley, I never thought I would be capable of falling in love again. I had built walls around my heart, convinced it was safer that way. But then you were always there for me and I let myself fall for you, and it scared me.” He paused, gathering his thoughts, and continued. “I couldn’t bear the thought of putting you in danger because of this job, just like I did with Haley and Jack. I blamed myself for her death, and I didn’t want history to repeat itself. That’s why I kept our relationship hidden. I was afraid it would expose you to unnecessary risks.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his heartfelt confession. “Aaron.” You said, your voice filled with empathy. “You didn’t have to carry all that burden alone. We could have faced it together.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “I know, and I should have trusted us more. But my fear consumed me, and I made a terrible mistake by pushing you away.”

You walked closer and reached out to gently touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. “I understand why you did what you did, but it hurt to be kept in the dark. We could have faced those fears together as a team, just like we always do in these cases.”

“I know, and I wish I had the strength to open up to you sooner.” He whispered, leaning into your touch. “I’m so sorry.”

You leaned your forehead against his, savoring the closeness between you. Bringing your free hand to touch his other cheek, you felt his arms wrap around your waist, drawing you even closer to him. “This could have gone so differently if you had opened up to me, Aaron.” You whispered, looking into his eyes with sincerity. “But I still think we need some time apart. Just for a little bit.”

He closed his eyes, absorbing your words, and then nodded his head. “I know, and if that’s what you want, then I won’t oppose it.”

“Okay.” You whispered back, feeling a mix of sadness and hope in your heart. He stepped back, giving you a soft smile, before he turned to walk towards the door. “Wait.” You called out, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around, and without hesitation, you gently cupped his face in your hands and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. It was a tender, lingering kiss, full of unspoken emotions. He held onto your hands, cherishing the brief moments of the kiss, until you finally let go. “Goodnight.” You murmured, your voice tinged with both affection and uncertainty.

He looked dazed, as if he were in some sort of dream, processing the intensity of the moment. He tried his best to speak, finally managing a quiet “Goodnight” before he turned and left your room.

The next day, the team gathered at the precinct, ready to delve into the evidence with fresh eyes after sleeping. However, it was a restless night for both you and Aaron. Sleep seemed elusive as you tossed and turned, your mind consumed with thoughts of everything Aaron had said. Meanwhile, Aaron found himself replaying the kiss you shared before he left, and he couldn’t shake the weight of your words and emotions regarding your relationship and his actions.

After a few hours of relentless effort, Penelope’s expertise paid off, and she managed to uncover a name and address for the unsub. Putting on your bulletproof vests, the team raced to the SUVs, determined to catch the dangerous individual before he could harm anyone else.

Arriving at the address, you were met with an empty house. The unsub was nowhere to be seen, so you scanned the surroundings for any possible clues. Aaron spoke up, his voice firm. “We need to find any leads, any hints on where he might keep his victims.”

The team split up, meticulously combing through the scene, searching for any shred of evidence that could provide a much-needed breakthrough. The tension was palpable, knowing that every moment counted in preventing further tragedy.

As you examined the area, some of the photos on the wall caught your eye. The pictures consisted of different landscapes, however, when you looked more closely, the pictures seemed to be connected despite it being in separate frames. You called the team over and examined the photos, sending them over to Penelope to help find the location.

Penelope’s voice came through on the comms, her excitement evident. “Guys, I think I’ve found something. The pictures seem to be at a park near the house! I’m sending you the address now!”

As soon as you got the address, you raced out of the house and back into the waiting SUVs, speeding towards the destination. Upon arriving at the location, you split into groups. You, Elle, and Emily formed a team, eyes fixed on the abandoned warehouse nearby. Silently, you pointed towards the building, an unspoken agreement passing between you. You slowly and quietly walked, guns at the ready as you approached the structure.

You skillfully maneuvered around the back, while Elle and Emily advanced with their guns and flashlight inside, searching the shadows for any traces of the unsub. As you searched the back and began to think it was clear, you suddenly felt a forceful grip clamp over your mouth, muffling any sound you might have made. Before you could react, a sharp impact hit your head, sending you reeling into temporary darkness.

As you gradually regained consciousness, your surroundings came into focus, and panic washed over you at the sight of the unsub standing before you. Fear pulsed through your veins as you realized you were weaponless and vulnerable. His sinister laughter sent shivers down your spine, and you knew you had to act fast.

His sadistic grin filled you with dread as he taunted you, relishing the power he held over you. Every instinct urged you to escape, but he had already restrained you with a cruel grip, leaving you little room to maneuver. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you desperately scanned your surroundings for any possible means of escape.

As terror surged through your veins, you realized you were next to a lake. The sight of its dark waters filled you with dread, as you knew the unsub intended to use it against you. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you drew upon every ounce of strength you possessed, mustering a deafening scream in hopes that your team would hear you.

But the unsub was swift as well. Before you could make a move, he forcefully plunged you into the icy water. The coldness was shocking, stealing your breath away as he held you submerged. Panic surged through you as you fought against his unyielding grasp, struggling to resurface for air.

Despite your efforts, he held you down, with no chance of escape. Each time you managed to rise, gasping for breath, he mercilessly forced you back into the depths, determined to drown you just like all the other victims.

As darkness threatened to consume you, your mind raced with thoughts of your team. You wondered if they were close, if they could hear your cries for help, and if they would find you in time. You didn’t even know if they were nearby or if the unsub took you to a different location while you were knocked out. The uncertainty only deepened your desperation, as you clung to the hope that rescue was on its way.

As you struggled to hold on, your strength waned, and you found yourself slipping away, succumbing to the relentless pressure of the unsub’s grip. Helplessly, you surrendered to the suffocating darkness that surrounded you. That’s when a sudden, deafening gunshot pierced the air, tearing through the silence.

In the blink of an eye, the unsub’s hold on you loosened, and you were released from his grasp. He tumbled into the water, gone with a well-aimed bullet through his head. Aaron dropped his gun and leaped into the water without hesitation, desperately reaching for your lifeless form before it could go any deeper.

Emerging from the water’s grasp, Aaron clutched you tightly in his arms as the rest of the team rushed to assist. His heart raced with panic, his mind consumed by the fear of losing you. You were unresponsive, your eyes closed, and the once rhythmic rise and fall of your chest had ceased. Time seemed to stand still as he began chest compressions and performed CPR, his every action fueled by a desperation to revive you.

He had tears streaming down his face and his voice trembled with emotion as he begged you to fight, to come back to him. He refused to accept that this could be the end, that he might lose the person he loved with his entire heart once again. The rest of the team looked on, their hearts heavy with concern, but also filled with hope as they witnessed Aaron’s efforts to bring you back.

Derek kneeled beside Aaron, gripping his shoulders with urgency as he tried to intervene. “Hotch! Stop! Let someone else take over!” He yelled, attempting to divert his attention.

But Aaron was relentless, his focus solely on you. He brushed Derek’s hands aside, determination etched across his face. “I won’t stop until she’s awake.” He declared, resuming his life-saving efforts without a second thought. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he continued to administer CPR.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you coughed and sputtered, water escaping from your lungs. Gasping for air, you struggled to find your breath. Aaron’s arms enveloped you in a tight embrace, holding you close as you fought to regain your composure.

“Oh, thank God.” Emily breathed, her hand pressed against her chest, relief washing over her after the initial fear.

Aaron released his hold on you, and Derek immediately enveloped you in a tight embrace. “Babygirl, you scared all of us.” He murmured, still feeling shaken by the close call. Elle, not one to be left out, quickly shoved Derek away and hugged you with genuine concern.

“We should’ve never let you go out there by yourself.” Elle expressed, feeling guilty that they had split up. “I’m so sorry.”

Emily, kneeling beside you, placed a reassuring hand on your back. “We should’ve gone together.”

You shook your head, offering a small smile to your caring teammates. “Stop blaming yourselves. It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known what would happen. At least I’m okay now.”

“Yeah, but you were dead for a few minutes.” Emily retorted with a scoff, still grappling with the shock of the situation.

You understood their concern, but you also knew that in their line of work, these moments were unfortunately part of the job. You reassured them. “I’m alright now, thanks to all of you.” And Aaron. You thought. You locked eyes with him, offering a reassuring smile. Though he didn’t return the smile, the glint in his eyes spoke volumes, telling you how grateful he was that you were still alive.

The EMT’s thoroughly checked you over, ensuring there were no other injuries, and concluded that you were fine. You sat at the back of the ambulance, swinging your legs back and forth, absently touching the bandage on your forehead where the unsub had hit you.

As you looked around, you saw the scene filled with law enforcement personnel. The unsub’s lifeless body was being carried away on a gurney, wrapped in a white sheet. A mix of relief and anger washed over you. Relief that he could no longer harm anyone else, and anger that he had taken the easy way out, escaping true justice.

Turning to your right, you noticed Aaron glancing back at you from time to time. Summoning some courage, you raised a hand and waved at him. This time, he smiled. A small yet genuine gesture that warmed your heart. Derek, ever the observant one, caught the interaction and couldn’t help but smirk. Playfully, he nudged Aaron on the shoulder, urging him to talk to you. Aaron, true to his stoic self, gave Derek a brief glare, which only made Derek raise his hands in surrender, laughing as he watched his boss walk away.

Aaron’s voice softened as he spoke, genuine concern in his eyes. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

You smiled, appreciating his caring nature. “I’m fine, Aaron.” Patting the spot next to you, you invited him to sit, and he obliged. Turning to face him, you brought your legs up to your chest. “Thank you for saving me.”

He shook his head, gazing up at the sky. “Don’t thank me. I’m just grateful that you’re alive.” His eyes met yours, and you could see the tears welling up. “I should’ve been there to protect you. I shouldn’t have let you go by yourself.”

You reached out to touch his cheek, trying to console him. “It’s not your fault, Aaron. I made the choice to check the back alone while Elle and Emily went inside. The blame lies solely on the unsub. Please, don’t carry that burden on yourself.” As he attempted to hold your hand, you pulled away slightly, causing his heart to ache. You were aware of your team’s eyes on you and didn’t want to fuel any rumors.

“Sorry, they might see us.” You explained.

He scoffed, refusing to let go of your hands. “I don’t care if they see us. It would be a miracle if they didn’t suspect anything. I was going insane while trying to save your life.”

“Aaron–”

“I want everyone to know about us. I don’t care anymore. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe, but I will not let you go. You mean everything to me, and I’m sorry for everything.” His voice trembled with emotion. “Seeing you out there, not breathing, holding your lifeless body in my arms...I swear I didn’t know what I was going to do if you were gone. I love you, Y/N. And I will love you until the day I die.”

At his heartfelt words, you couldn’t contain yourself any longer. You pressed your lips firmly against his, cupping his face with your hands. He held onto your hands, responding with passion and intensity. The week had been long and stressful, but with Aaron finally admitting he didn’t care who saw you together, you embraced the moment, cherishing the love you shared with the man you couldn’t imagine living without.

You pulled away slightly, looking deeply into his eyes. “I love you too.”

“Marry me.” Aaron said, his voice filled with sincerity.

The shock registered on your face, mouth agape. “What?” You asked, your heart pounding.

“Okay, this wasn’t the way I planned on proposing to you, but I couldn’t wait anymore.” He chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours. “Will you marry me?”

You raised an eyebrow, playfully teasing. “I don’t see a ring anywhere.”

He rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. “The ring’s hidden in my desk drawer at the office. I was waiting for the right time to propose, but I can’t wait any longer.”

Your eyes softened, and your heart warmed at his sweet gesture. “You bought a ring?”

Aaron nodded, gently kissing your hands. “I told you, I wanted to marry you. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away, trying to contain your emotions. “Yes, Aaron Hotchner. I will marry you.” You said, a mixture of excitement and love in your voice.

He grinned, relief and happiness evident in his expression. “You will?” He whispered.

“Yes, a million times yes.” You replied, your heart soaring at the prospect of spending your life with the man you loved.

With that, Aaron pulled you into a tight embrace, his lips meeting yours in a passionate and loving kiss. The world around you faded away, and all that mattered was the promise of a future together, as partners in both love and life.

“Did you guys really think we didn’t know you two were together all this time?” Rossi questioned, a playful glint in his eyes as the team sat together on the jet, heading home after a successful case. “We aren’t profilers for nothing.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, trying to focus on the paperwork spread out on the table. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the lighthearted teasing. Finally feeling content in your life, you leaned back in your seat, feeling the warmth of Aaron’s presence beside you.

“It’s true.” Spencer chimed in with a smile. “We always knew you two were dating, but we didn’t say anything because you thought we didn’t know. It’s pretty funny, considering all the looks you give each other when–”

“Reid.” Aaron interrupted, cutting off the young genius before he could go further. The team stifled a laugh as Spencer mumbled out a quick “Sorry,” a sheepish smile on his face, and returned to his book.

JJ grinned mischievously. “Oh, come on, Hotch. We’ve seen the way you look at Y/N, and the way Y/N looks back.”

Elle nodded, adding her own insight. “Yeah, it was kind of adorable watching you two try to keep it a secret.”

You exchanged a knowing glance with Aaron, feeling a mix of amusement and affection. “Well, I guess we weren’t as subtle as we thought.” You admitted, a smile tugging at your lips.

His lips threatened to curl up into a smile, and you noticed it, playfully bumping your shoulders against his. He tried to maintain his composure, looking away and focusing his attention back on the paperwork, but his mind seemed to betray him as a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness at seeing that smile, knowing that you were the one who could bring it out in him. He was the tough and stoic leader to everyone else, but with you, he allowed himself to be vulnerable and open.

The rest of the team had amused grins on their faces, watching the two of you with knowing looks. Their usual boss, who rarely showed any emotion, appeared so content and happy whenever you were around. It was a sight they cherished, seeing the man they respected and admired, smile genuinely because of you.

As the night grew on, everyone on the jet was asleep, but you and Aaron were still awake. You laid your head on Aaron’s shoulder, your hand clasped with one of his, as he continued looking through the paperwork. It was a habit for him to bury himself in work, even during quiet moments like this.

You gently nudged the papers away, and he raised an eyebrow at you. “Stop, you need to sleep.”

“You need to sleep, too.” He whispered, his lips pressing against the top of your head in a tender gesture.

You sighed softly, giving him a determined look. “Okay, but you have to stop this. You can look at these when we get back, but for now, you need rest.”

A playful grin spread across his face, and he leaned forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. “Anything for you.”

You gladly kissed him back, feeling a rush of warmth and love for this man. His dedication to his job and his team was commendable, but you also wanted him to take care of himself. He deserved rest and peace, especially after the intense case and the events of the day.

You settled into a comfortable position, still holding each other’s hands, and let the gentle hum of the jet lull you both to sleep. In each other’s arms, you felt a sense of comfort that reassured you, everything had a way of falling into place as it was meant to be.

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azwhore · 6 months

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husband alex turner x wife reader

warnings: nun but fluff <3

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It’s been a while since you’ve last seen Alex. He’s been on tour for The Car for six months and have only seen him on a few occasions. You couldn’t go with him and the band due to work; you were forced to stay behind despite your attempts to go with them.

The last time you and Alex had seen each other was about two months ago. The only reason you were able to see him was for an interview he had in which you were invited to. He begged you to go with him even though you didn’t like doing so. Alex knows that. You’ve always hated being interviewed with him because it felt like the interviewers were trying to pry into your private relationship. What went on between Alex and you was for you two only, not for the public.

After a long day at work, you come home exhausted. You’re eager to shower, eat some dinner, and just relax. Who wouldn’t be? So when you get home, that’s exactly what you do. An “everything” shower was desperately needed after the week you’ve had.

Once done with your shower, you put on a comfy set of pajamas. A grey tank top and white sweats, perfect. You decide on some perfume, even though you won’t be around anyone for the rest of the night. You put on your Victoria’s Secret Bare roll-on perfume. It’s your favorite.

You finish getting dressed and make your way to the kitchen to make dinner. Deciding on what you’ve taken out, you make pollo guisado (chicken stew). It was one of your favorites. Mom always made it when you were younger.

After some time, you finish cooking and feast on it. Man, were you a damn good cook. One good meal later, you settle in your queen sized bed that you shared with Alex. You miss him. You miss his warm body cuddling. You miss his soothing voice.

You soon dwell no more on that, as you were almost on the brink of tears. You pick up your book that you were currently reading on the nightstand, How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents. So far, you are greatly enjoying the book. You like analyzing it as well as it being somewhat relatable.

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It’s 11:18 PM, about an hour and a half since you started reading. You need to get some sleep since you have work all over again tomorrow. Luckily though, tomorrow is Friday. Wonderful.

You put your book back and settle in bed. You can feel sleepiness sinking you deeper and deeper. Reveling in the feeling, you eventually fall asleep.

Suddenly, you feel something envelop around you. You wake up, anxiety beginning to course through you. Just as you are about to panic, you hear a voice whisper in your ear.

“I’ve missed you, love.” You’d recognize that voice anywhere. It’s Alex.

Turning around, you take a good look at your husband whom you haven’t seen for two months. He greets you with a smile, his hair as messy as you remember.

“Alex!” You exclaim. You couldn’t express your excitement any other way than wrapping your arms around him. Tears begin to well at your eyes, threatening to fall. You try to hold them back with all your might so you could speak with him.

“I thought you wouldn’t be able to come back for a while? How come you’re here?” You ask, bringing him into another big hug. You can feel him smiling against you as he brings his arms around your body, squeezing you against him.

“One of the shows got postponed for two weeks from now so I immediately came here. I had to see you. If I had gone another day without you, I would have gone mad.” He explained. It felt so good to see him again.

“Ugh, I’ve missed you so much.” You say. Suddenly you realize he might be hungry so you ask, “Are you hungry? There’s still some leftovers from what I made earlier. I can heat it up for you.”

“No, that’s okay. I’m just glad to be here with my wife.” He smiles. You could never get tired of his smile.

“How’s the tour so far? It looks like you and the boys are having some fun.” You laugh. Even though you aren’t going on tour with them, you still keep up sometimes. Especially with those edits of him that fangirls make. You’re not complaining since your husband is a damn fine man if you say so yourself. They should tone it down just a bit, though (don’t actually alex turner is so fine).

“Yeah it’s been awesome. The places we’ve been to have been beautiful. I really wish you could come with us, love. That would just make it 100 times better.” Alex smiles once again.

“Me too. But you already know why I can’t. If I didn’t have work, I most definitely would.” You say. It’s not like Alex wouldn’t full on support you financially; he obviously would. You, on the other hand, don’t want that. The two of you even got into a big argument once about it. He doesn’t see a problem in financially stabilizing you, but you would rather work. You still want to have a life and work for yourself. You don’t want to be just a stay-at-home wife; it’s so stereotypical of celebrity relationships. You want to make a living for yourself, and Alex now 100% understands and supports that.

“Yeah, I get it. My dear wife is so strong.” He gives you a quick kiss with a smirk. You giggle at that. Alex always knows how to make you laugh.

Some time later, you lay with each other in a comfortable silence. This was almost the best part of your relationship. You two could just sit there with your eyes closed not saying a word and you both would understand each other.

Alex lays on his back, eyes closed with his left arm wrapped around your shoulders. Your head is resting against his chest while your hand is on his stomach gently tracing circles. Your eyes were closed too as he hummed to you.

“You know, I still have to go to work tomorrow.” You break the silence. Alex hums in response.

“Do you really though? I’m going to be stuck here by myself all day without you.” He says with a pout.

“Well, I probably could call out tomorrow. One day wouldn’t hurt, right?” You question. Now that you think about it, you haven’t called out from work in a while. You should get a day off. “Hm, I think I’ll stay here with my husband. I get to enjoy a whole three days with you.” You say kind of sarcastically. Although you were anything but sarcastic. You’re more than happy to spend the rest of his two week break with him, as was he.

The both of you continue to enjoy each other’s silence, sleep overcoming you once again. Your eyes feel heavy as they slowly fall. Eventually, you succumb to your slumber, your breath evening out. Alex follows soon after with you in his arms. He really hopes these two weeks last forever.

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maximoffwitch · 2 years

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Hey, I love your blog!

I have a request for a Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader but feel free to ignore this for whatever reason.

So it’s the reader’s birthday and everyone around her (friends, limited family, and coworkers) forgot. The reader goes about their day, kinda sad and thinking about how no one seems to care about or notice her. She gets home after a long day at work, opening a small cupcake she bought for herself, and puts a single candle in it, lighting it and sighing, whispering “I wish I wasn’t alone anymore” and blowing it out. Then as she’s laying on her sofa in her small apartment, picking at her cupcake, she gets a knock on the door and opens it to find Wanda, her boss, with like, idk, a bottle of wine and takeout, maybe…

so basically, to shorten this mess, Wanda is the only one to remember the reader’s birthday.

again, feel free to ignore this, I just thought of it because it’s my birthday tmrw and nobody’s remembered lolz

She Remembered

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: none

summary: Everybody has forgotten your birthday, everybody except one person.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: hi lovely nonnie!! thank you so so much for sending this request in and HAPPY BIRTHDAY :)) sending you birthday wishes and think of this story as a gift from me to you <3

You woke up with a smile already on your face, as the sun shone perfectly through your curtains. Today was your birthday, and though you didn’t usually like to make a big deal about yourself, you figured today was the one day you could.

Rolling over, you reached out from under the covers and grabbed your phone. You frowned when you were greeted by an empty lock screen. No happy birthday texts, no calls, nothing.

You brushed it off, attributing it to the fact that it was still pretty early in the morning. Pulling back the covers, you slid out of bed and made your way to the bathroom for shower.

You took your time, letting the hot water calm your muscles and prepare you for the day. As you stepped out and got dressed, you briefly glanced at the clock, your eyes widening.

You were running late for work, and seeing you were a good fifteen minute bike ride away from the Avengers Tower, where you worked as the PR manager for the team, you needed to leave, now.

Scurrying around your apartment, you threw a banana and a yogurt cup into your bag before slipping on your blazer and flying out the door.

Upon arriving to the tower, you flashed your badge and a smile to Mary, the receptionist, and made your way towards the elevator. Because it was your birthday, you felt an extra pep in your step, your knees bouncing as you rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor.

As you stepped out, you checked your watch and started to speed walk when you saw you had only two minutes to get to your meeting. Entering the meeting room, you could see the entire team, plus Fury and Hill, were already there.

“Ah, (Y/N),” Nick looked up from his conversation with Maria, “so nice of you to join us.”

You thew him a sheepish smile, knowing the glint in his eye meant he was only half teasing.

You took your seat in between Hill and Rogers and across from the newest member of the team, Wanda Maximoff. The young witch had joined the Avengers about six months ago, after the whole Ultron fiasco. And while you knew next to nothing about her, there was something about Wanda that intrigued you, even if you only saw her at meetings.

“Alright,” Maria stood up, tablet in hand, “let’s get started.”

The meeting went on as one usually does, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that your birthday was not acknowledged once. Though it was a professional setting, you knew the Avengers Tower wasn’t the typical workplace.

In fact, when it was Bucky’s birthday a few months ago, the whole team couldn’t shut up about it, so much so that Fury had to postpone the meeting.

And while you weren’t technically an Avenger, you still felt as though you were part of the team.

As Steve was wrapping up the meeting, you discretely flipped your phone, checking for any texts or calls from your family or friends back home. Much to your disappointment, you were met with the same sight as two hours ago, only this time there was a call from your insurance company. Lovely.

“Hey, (L/N/),” Tony called after you, as you left the conference room and down the hall towards your office.

Turning on your heels, you plastered on a wide grin for the billionaire. “What can I do for you, Stark?”

“How do you feel about a birthday party?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the possibility of having a birthday party, let alone a grand one thrown by Tony Stark himself.

“Uh,” you paused, not wanting to get ahead of yourself, “I love a good birthday party.”

“Great!” he clapped his hands together with a victorious smirk. “I’m throwing a huge bash for my 45th birthday next weekend, and I need you to handle the media and press and invitations and all that.”

“Right,” you pursed your lips, as you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

As you turned back around to hide away in your office, Tony added, “And of course, you’re invited.”

“I would assume so, Stark,” you sassed over your shoulder, earning a chuckle and a head shake from the man. The two of you often shared playful banter, as you were one of the few people who could keep up with Tony’s sarcasm and wit.

Arriving back in your office, you plopped down in your swivel chair and threw your head back with a defeated sigh. You checked your phone once more for any birthday wishes from your, albeit limited, family or friends. Upon seeing no notifications, you admitted defeat and powered off your phone, deciding to throw yourself into your work. If you couldn’t celebrate with anyone, the least you could do was get off work early and celebrate by yourself.

The hours passed both surprisingly quickly and agonizingly slow at the same time. The thought that everyone forgot your birthday plagued your mind, as you worked through mountains of paperwork and press releases.

A knock on your door briefly interrupted your work flow. Without looking up, you called out, “Come in.”

The handle turned slowly, as the guest timidly poked their head into your office.

“Hey,” Wanda spoke, causing you to whip your head up and nearly drop your pen. She offered you a shy smile, as she hesitantly entered further into your office so she was standing before your desk. “I noticed you haven’t come out of your office yet today, and you missed lunch.”

The brunette held out a Tupperware of food for you to take, which you did not before thanking her.

“Wands,” you shook your head in disbelief at her kindness. Had she really noticed your absence? “You really didn’t have to do this.”

“Don’t worry,” Wanda assured you, as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers, “I wanted to.”

“Well, thank you,” you took the container from her and sank back down into your chair. “Is this ravioli?”

“Um, it’s actually pelmeni,” a faint blush tinted the Sokovian’s cheeks. “I made them this morning.”

Taking a bite of dumplings, you couldn’t help but let out a small moan, “Oh my gosh, Wanda, you made these?”

She could only nod, as her face got increasingly red.

“They’re delicious,” you stuffed your mouth with another bite. “Seriously, some of the best things I’ve tasted.”

“Thank you,” Wanda ducked her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “(Y/N), I actually wanted to say–,”

Before she could finished her sentence, your phone glaringly interrupted her. Checking the caller ID, you winced.

“I’m so sorry, Wanda,” you frowned, genuinely upset you couldn’t spend more time with the other woman. “I really have to take this phone call. It’s the rep from The Times.”

“Of course, of course,” Wanda shot you a smile, to which you returned. “I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Thank you again for lunch,” you called after her before answering the incessant ringing. She waved back at you before quietly closing the door behind her.

The rest of the day was uneventful, as you dealt with annoying reporters, completed endless paperwork, and started to spread the word about Tony’s birthday party.

As you packed up your things, you desperately checked your phone for any sign that your birthday was remembered. Much to your disappointment, your screen was void of any messages or missed calls. Trying to keep the tears at bay, you stuffed your phone into your bag and left for home.

You entered your apartment just as the sun was setting, throwing your stuff haphazardly onto the couch. Oh, how things had so drastically changed since this morning.

Your heart felt heavy and you muscles tense, as wave of sadness washed over you. Making your way into the kitchen, you opened the fridge and pulled out a small box from the bakery down the street.

You took out the chocolate cupcake you’d bought for yourself yesterday, deciding to get yourself a gift for your special day. Little had you known you’d be the only one.

As you stuck a single candle into the frosting and lit it aflame, you couldn’t help but think how pathetic it looked. Sitting down, you rested your chin atop your hands, closed your eyes, and made a wish.

“I wish I wasn’t alone anymore,” you whispered before blowing out the candle. Sighing, you removed the wax object and took your dessert with you over to the couch.

As you switched on your favorite comfort show, you unpeeled the cupcake wrapper and took a bite of the delicious chocolate cake.

“You never let me down, Betty’s,” you mumbled, referring to the local bakery were you got all your pastries and coffee in the morning.

Not even fifteen minutes had gone by when you heard a soft knock. Throwing the blanket off to the side, you got up and swung open the door.

“Wanda?” your eyes widened slightly, as you tried to hide your obvious surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, brought dinner and wine,” Wanda held up lamely, a sheepish smile creeping onto her face. When you didn’t say anything, still staring at her in disbelief and confusion, she continued to ramble. “It’s just, I know it’s your birthday today, and you’ve been working all day, and we didn’t really celebrate today at the compound, so I thought I’d come over and celebrate with you…if that’s alright with you?”

By the end of her small rant, Wanda��s face was painted red.

“You remembered my birthday?” you whispered, your lips parting in awe, as you felt your heart swell at the sight of the woman in front of you.

“Of course,” Wanda said as if it was the easiest thing in the world. “I mean it is today, right? I remember you telling me about how you wanted to go that Italian place on 37th that day I made pizza for lunch.”

“Right, of course,” you breathed, still trying to get your heartbeat under control. Shaking your head, you pulled yourself out of your daze. “Yes, it is today. You’re right. I just can’t believe you remembered. Do you, um, want to come in?”

It was your turn to ramble, as you scratched the back of your neck.

“Thanks,” Wanda nodded, stepping past you and into your apartment.

“I love your place,” she looked around, admiring the shelves that were decorated with an assortment of plants and books. “It’s very…you.”

“Thanks?” you chuckled, amused at the Sokovian, who you knew was still adjusting to her new life and to New York in general. “Would you like something to drink? I mean other than wine.”

“A glass of water would be great,” she smiled, earning a nod from you.

“Got it. Coming right up,” you grinned cheekily. “You can have a seat. Make yourself at home. I’ll be right out with water and some plates for the pizza.”

Wanda nodded and followed your instructions, taking a seat on your couch. While you were in the kitchen, the sound from the television caught her attention.

“You like Bewitched?” you asked when you saw Wanda’s glued to the screen.

“I love it,” she revealed. “Classic sitcoms are my favorite.”

“Mine too,” you set down the glasses and paper plates before taking a seat next to her. “I have a whole collection. Maybe we can watch them together sometime?”

“I’d love that,” Wanda beamed, her green orbs staring back into yours.

Though you and Wanda hadn’t spent a lot of, or rather any, time together, conversation flowed easily. Before you knew it, the two of you had finished the medium pizza and three quarters of the bottle of Zinfandel.

As you laughed along to something she’d said, you subconsciously rested your hand on hers. The sudden contact sobered both of you, your laughter dying, as your eyes met her.

Instead of awkwardly pulling your hand away, you gave hers a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you for tonight, Wanda,” you said earnestly, earning a crooked smile from the witch. Before she could brush it off, you continued, “I’m serious. You have no idea how much this meant to me.”

“It was my pleasure, (Y/N/N),” she returned a squeeze to your hand. “I’m glad I could celebrate with you.”

“You were the only one who remembered,” you confessed under your breath, so quiet that if Wanda wasn’t sitting inches from you, she would’ve missed it.

Wanda’s face remained neutral, not an ounce of shock or anger written on her face.

“I’m glad I did,” she whispered reverently with a tender smile. “I will always remember you.”

Wanda briefly searched your eyes for a sign before leaning forward and connecting your lips for a soft kiss. The taste of Wanda, mixed with her vanilla chapstick, was intoxicating, one you’d happily chase for the rest of your days.

Though the kiss lasted only a brief second, you let yourself fall, hoping Wanda would catch you, and if tonight was any indication, she was more than willing.

“You’re always on my mind, dorogaya,” Wanda confessed, brushing a stray hair out of your face. “How could I forget?”

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velvetstreets · 2 years

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reader gets her clit pierced and every time jack tries to initiate something reader distracts him by just sucking him off. once reader is finally healed up she finally lets him know as a surprise. can it be long and smutty

A/N: OKAYYYY I got super carried away with this, it literally didn’t need to be this long LMAOO but I had fun writing it! (ignore any punctuation mistakes! Hope you enjoy freeennn 🥰

You had just gotten your clit pierced; something you had wanted to do for so long. Looking at it in the mirror in yours and Jack’s shared bedroom, you had a giddy smile plastered on your face, excited to show Jack once it had finally healed.

But that was going to be an issue. You had gotten the piercing when you were visiting home for 3 weeks, and being away from Jack for that long had meant that there was a lot of pent up sexual frustration between the two of you. Time away from him gave your clit a chance to heal for the most part, but now you were back in Atlanta and still and another week until it was fully healed. You had just gotten home from the airport a couple hours ago, and Jack had texted you that he was gonna have a long day at the studio if that was okay with you- but would drop everything if you wanted to see him immediately. You told him to keep working and that you would see each other later when he came home. As desperate as you were to see him, you needed to postpone your reunion as you knew he was instantly going to try and get into your pants.

You sighed, knowing you had a long week ahead of you if you were gonna try and discreetly avoid sex with Jack- or even letting him see you naked from below your hips, until you were healed. Despite this, you were determined to keep it from him until the end of the week, knowing he’d probably start drooling at the surprise.

You heard keys fumbling with the lock coming from the front door around 10pm, signaling Jack was home.

“Baby?” He said, his tone loud enough to reach the bedroom as he noticed you weren’t in the living room or kitchen.

You walked out of the bedroom freshly showered, with one of Jack’s hoodies and sweats on. He grinned, loving when you wore his clothes.

“Hi smuuush” you said, smiling tiredly at him.

Jack engulfed you in the biggest hug, picking you up and twirling you around forcing you to let out the giggle he adored.

He set you down and tilted your chin up, bringing you into a needy, soft kiss.

“I missed you so so much baby, you have no idea” he managed to mumble out while he continued kissing your lips, moving to kiss your entire face. He gently pushed you towards the bed, the two of you falling back on the soft sheets, and you let out a loud laugh.

“I missed you too Jack, so much” you sighed as he started kissing your neck. His right hand trailed down to the hem of your hoodie, sliding under it and groping at your left breast. His thumb and index finger started rubbing and twisting at your nipple, causing you to throw your head back and let out a small moan.

You felt Jack smile into your neck, repeating the same action to your right breast. He lifted his head up and kissed you, whilst slowly starting to grind his hips against yours.

“I love you so much y/n, it’s insane the hold you have on me” he said breathlessly. You felt his hands sliding down your stomach and start to fiddle with the drawstrings of your sweats.

As good as Jack was making you feel, you had a moment of clarity, remembering your piercing. You sat up quickly, and flipped him so he was now laying on his back.

“Oh?” Jack inquired, his eyebrow quirking up and flashing you a not-so-subtle mischievous lust filled smile. “I like where this is going” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes and gave a quick smile before responding to him.

“Baby… I know it’s been so long but I’m so tired from the plane ride and being around my family for so long- is okay if we just cuddle tonight?” You spoke softly, looking at your boyfriend with apologetic eyes.

The look in Jack’s eyes switched from lust to a soft adoring look.

“Of course sweetheart, we don’t need to have sex right now, you must be exhausted smush” he replied, leaning forward to kiss your nose and bring you back down on the bed to lay with him. Your heart melted at how sweet he was and always put you first - considering you knew how touch starved he was which was a struggle for someone as touchy as he was. He always wanted to be as close to you as possible, always having a hand on your thigh or your lower back (or ass), holding your hand, snuggling his face into your neck or tits, or side of your torso. His need for physical closeness kicked into high gear during sex especially. Always wrapping his muscular arms around your back, holding you as close to his chest as possible, face buried in the crook of your neck or hungrily kissing your lips while you rode him or he thrusted into you.

So you knew he was basically bursting at the seams, and to be honest- considering how frequently you two had sex- you were too. Jack assured you it was okay to just cuddle, but the hard strain against his underwear told you otherwise. You looked up from snuggling in his arm, his eyes remaining on the TV screen - having put on the Office and slipping out of his jeans and hoodie just a few minutes prior. You kissed his cheek a few times before he turned to you and his lips found yours. What started as a gentle loving kiss, quickly turned into a heavy make-out session. Your hand traveled down to rub his dick through his briefs, eliciting a groan from him.

“Baby I thought-“ he started to protest.

“Just because I don’t wanna have sex right now doesn’t mean I can’t suck you off” you said reaching into his underwear, stroking his length. You felt his pre-cum leaking from his tip and you smeared it all around his head; acting as a lubricant.

“Shiiiiit y/n-“ he moaned, throwing his head back in relief, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.

“Please Jack, I’ve missed you so much baby, let me make you feel good” you whispered, kissing and leaving hickeys along his neck and chest.

“Fuck, okay ma, whatever you want” he breathed out, focusing on not cumming too fast.

You smiled and shuffled down his body to give him mind blowing head; since your pussy would have to wait.

This is essentially how it was for the rest of the week. Jack would try and shoot his shot whenever he could, and you always came up with an excuse to not have sex. At first you would always respond with giving him head, which he never complained about - you were the only girl he had been with who gave head exactly how he liked it. But by the end of the week you guys still hadn’t had sex and Jack was growing worried. You guys never went this long without having sex (unless you were traveling or Jack was on tour), did you stop enjoying sex with him? Was he a bad fuck? Were you falling out of love with him? He couldn’t take his thoughts spiraling like this any longer.

“Babygirl? Can I talk to you for a minute?” He asked, walking into the bedroom where you were lying on the bed on your phone.

“Of course bub, what’s up?” You asked while sitting up, thinking he was going to ask you to have sex again and you could finally show him your piercing.

“Do you not like having sex with me anymore? Are you falling out of love with me?” He asked, his face showing that he might just break if you said you were.

“What??? No no smush, I’m very much in love with you still, and I LOVE having sex with you.” You reassured him, crawling into his lap, straddling him while you took his face in your hands so he was looking directly into your eyes.

“This is why we haven’t been having sex this week..” you kissed him, leaning your weight more onto Jack’s legs while you moved back just enough to pull your waistband towards Jack, giving him a close look at your now-healed piercing.

Jack’s eyes bulged out of his head and his grip on your waist tightened. He let out a shaky breath and started to rub his thumbs in circles on your hips.

“Do you like it..? I wanted to surprise you but it had to heal before we could play with it.” You spoke, your gaze turning back to Jack, who was speechless.

He was quiet for a minute, his silence starting to worry you, until he finally spoke.

“Can I touch it?” he asked, his gaze unable to be torn away from the pussy he missed so much he dreamt about it, and it’s newly added friend.

“Please, it’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks now” you whined.

Jack’s thumb gently rubbed against your clit and you let out a cry.

His head snapped up and his actions stopped.

“Did that hurt?” His tone sounding worried.

“No, please do it again Jack, feels so good, please baby” you begged, your hips automatically grinding against his, desperate for the friction you hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever.

Jack smiled to himself and quickly flipped you over on the bed and tore your clothes off, as well as his. He kissed you as he toyed with your breasts, sucking and tugging at them before leaving a trail of kisses and small bites down your stomach until he reached your pussy. His warm breath on your clit made your pussy clench and you couldn’t wait any more.

“Jack, fuck eating me out right now, please just fuck me, I need you” you groaned, pulling him back up to your face. He nodded kissing your cheek before grabbing a condom from the nightstand. He put it on and finally rolled his hips into yours.

“Oh my fucking god” you breathed out.

“Oh fuuuuckk” Jack moaned. It had been ages since he had been in you, and you were tighter and wetter than ever. His hips moved at a decent pace, finally pressing his thumb again on your pierced clit and you moaned loudly, clenching around him. Jack’s senses went into a euphoric blur when you clenched around him like that, his thumb quickening it’s pace to relive the feeling.

“Faster baby, I’m close” you whimpered. Jack’s thrusts became quicker, your pussy squeezing him in all the right ways; and your piercing gleaming at him drove Jack crazy.

The longing, built up sexual frustration, and now you’re new piercing was enough to quickly push you both over the edge. You cried out as Jack groaned in your ear, his arms sliding around your back to hold you close to him, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you both started to come down from your highs.

“I love you, I’m so happy your home” Jack said kissing you once more before rolling off of you and onto his back.

“I love you too” you said with a dreamy smile on your face.

“And I can’t WAIT to have some more fun with you” he said, sitting up and hovering over your pussy, giving your swollen clit a soft smack.

“?? Not you talking to my pussy like I’m not here?” You laughed.

“Private convo babe, this is between me and her” he said jokingly, gesturing to your piercing.

“Oh god, what have I done” you giggled, as Jack continued to quietly talk to your pussy in a hushed tone.

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Your mental health has been getting bad again, worse than usual at least, and Eddie comes home at the end of the day to try and take some of the weight off of your shoulders.

Warnings: Mental health is mentioned in this briefly, not in any graphic detail and not really any specifics, but I wanted to warn y'all in case even the mere mention of depression and anxiety was triggering. There's a few sad tears but then it's full of supportive and comforting boyfriend Eddie, I didn't want to intentionally make anything to glorify or commodify mental health, this is meant to be sweet.

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “Hi! i love how you write for Eddie and I have never requested anything from anyone before so... here goes nothing I guess 😅 i've really been struggling with my mental health lately. everything has been setting off severe panic attacks, I've barely been sleeping or eating... it's been a rough couple months. i was wondering if you could write something about Eddie and the reader going through something similar? if you're comfortable, of course. if not, I understand!”

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It’s been getting bad again… It comes and goes in waves, your mental health. Your social battery had been gradually decreasing for the last couple of weeks. Finding yourself to be far more irritable, sensitive, anxious. Smaller tasks begun to overwhelm you again and you found yourself residing most of your time in your room. Bed mocking you each and every night as you were laying restless and grew more sleep deprived. Things were supposed to be looking up, this was supposed to be your year. Not that you had any control over that realistically, you knew it would always ebb and flow, recovery wasn’t linear. You’d had so many good days that you almost forgot you could even have bad ones… Boy did you consider this a reality check.

You recognised the symptoms, the signs snowballing one after another as you slipped away. Dissociating more often, eating less, sleeping a /lot/ less despite the fact you practically lived in your bed when you could, even your general hygiene had gone down. Truth be told, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d showered or brushed your hair, it wasn’t something you had the energy to do as of late, it was a chore.

It was currently about nine pm for you, you were bundled up with blankets on the couch of Eddie’s living room. Eddie was your boyfriend, one you didn’t consider yourself deserving of. He was the light of your life, and you just felt like a burden. He never thought of you that way, not even for a second. He never even made you feel like that, those are just the harrowing and intrusive thoughts you felt on nights like these. The pair of you were happily in love, but nights like these tested your thoughts and put doubt in your head, constantly thinking he could do better.

He was none the wiser, he looked at you like you’d personally hung the stars in the sky, like you hand crafted the moon just for him. He thought you were God’s greatest gift, even though he wasn’t religious, he just truly thought so highly of you and loved you with all his heart, the way you truly deserved to be loved.

The front door closing in the distance is what took you out of your trance like state, blinking slowly before looking up at the bundle of joy walking through the door. You felt like you could breathe again for the first time since he left this morning. Having been out with his group of friends doing another campaign all day, this was the first time you’d seen him, the first time you felt at home. He had offered to stay home when he could see the look in your eyes, he made it abundantly clear that he would happily postpone to comfort you and be here with you, he didn’t postpone for anybody, that’s how you knew it was bad.

You’d insisted he go, you wanted him to have fun. He put so much love and effort into every aspect of his life, including his clubs, you wanted him to get the best out of his time and experience things freely. You didn’t want to keep him locked up in the trailer and suffer just because you weren’t doing great. He reluctantly left this morning with the promise of undivided attention when he got home, not parting ways with you until he had smothered you in kisses and reminded you that you were loved and cared for.

The corners of your lips threatened to tweak up into a smile as you saw him wandering towards you, his lips instantly pressing against your forehead as he crouched down to be eye level with you. His hands taking your own so he could glide his thumbs affectionately across your knuckles. He was so tender, so gentle with you, so scared that you might snap and break, like you’d crumble if he touched too hard.

“Hi, sweetheart…” he said, voice soft, “how’s my favourite girl, hm?” eyes scanning your expression to gauge how you were doing, a nervous smile on his lips.

“I’m… okay, I guess?” you didn’t sound convincing, not even to yourself. The sight alone of him kneeling down and being attentive made your voice wobble a little, feeling your eyes burning as they threatened to spill over with tears.

“You don’t have to lie to me, my love. It’s okay to tell me you’re not okay.” he reassured you, instantly causing you to hiccup as the first couple of tears spilled down your cheeks.

In a flash, he was up on the couch with you, arms around your midsection as you slumped against his chest. He adjusted the blanket so you were both bundled up, hands stroking your back and lips pressed to your forehead whilst he let you cry. He was good at this routine by now, which is a little sad to think about. He knew when to give you time to cry, and when to comfort you, and when to intervene and problem solve for you. You appreciated that.

After what felt like forever but was probably about ten to fifteen minutes, you’d resorted to just being a little sniffly and slumping against his chest. Seemingly all cried out. Or just too exhausted to continue, who knows? Once you were at a more relaxed state, Eddie pressed one further kiss to the top of your head and whispered fondly to you.

“Sweetheart… Look at me?”

Tilting your head up, his thumbs springing into action to delicately wipe the tears from your cheeks. Pressing the most loving kiss to the tip of your nose before brushing your bangs out of your eyes.

“Do you think you could stomach some food? Hm? Nothing crazy, just so something is in your system?” he would never pressure you or guilt you, he just wanted to provide options and comfort you in baby steps. Going at your pace so he didn’t make anything worse for you. You nod a little, you hadn’t eaten anything proper all day and the sheer mention of food made your stomach growl in response.

“Atta girl. How about you stay here and I’ll go make you some ramen, yeah? Sound good?”

Another silent nod came from you, gently shifting you so you’re comfortable and bundled in the blankets once more. Kissing your forehead as he wandered the few small steps away to the kitchen, he started to prepare one of your comfort meal, packed ramen. It only took a couple minutes of getting some hot water, cooking the noodles and adding in the flavours, but you watched fondly as he would dance about the kitchen softly singing to himself as he worked.

Placing the bowl of ramen on the mini dining table he’s got in the trailer, giving you the options of both a fork or chopsticks, accompanying the meal with a bottle of water fresh from the fridge. For himself? He just grabbed a Dr. Pepper and a handful of pretzels, mumbling that he had pizza with the guys earlier so he didn’t need anything real to eat. Sitting opposite you at the table, a fond look on his face as you slowly started to eat your noodles and sip at your water. You opted for the fork today, not having the energy to stumble your way through chopsticks.

“How is it, honey?” His voice still laced with love and affection for you, looking up from your noodles to smile across at him.

“It’s good… thank you.” the first words you’d really said since he got back, he was letting you be in your own head, giving you the space to just exist and be taken care of.

“Once you’re done, I was gonna hop in the shower. Did you want to join me?” He offered.

Nodding once again, you felt like you could shower if he was there to assist you. Something about him being about was just comforting to you, you didn’t catch the proud smile on his face that he gave you as you slowly chowed down. The moment you were done, he was happily scooping up the bowl and placing it in the sink to attend to tomorrow, taking your now-empty water bottle and placing it in the recycling.

“Let’s go, princess.” he said sweetly, kissing your temple before guiding you into the small bathroom. Flicking the shower on, making sure the temperature was warm, Eddie then started the process of undressing the pair of you. Stripping you both down to your underwear, making sure all laundry went into the basket, helping you take your hair out of its bun and making sure all jewellery was on the sink. Once all clothes had been slumped off of your bodies, you looked up at him for direction.

He hopped in first, acting like a Guinea pig, wanting to make sure it was warm enough for you both. Once it was to his satisfaction, he took your hand and helped you into the shower, closing the curtain behind you both so you didn’t flood the house. The first couple minutes of the shower were in silence, Eddie would take the wash cloth and put shower gel all over it, gently scrubbing you one limb at a time. You giggled as he ran the cloth across your stomach and sides as you were ticklish, resulting in a fond grin from the older man at the sound.

Your body was fully clean, and he wasted no time in grabbing your facial cleanser, applying some to his hands before giving your face a sweet little massage to clean you. Using the much smaller wash cloth to clean your face of any chemical residue. Repeating the same process with himself, cleaning both his face and body until the pair of you were squeaky clean besides your hair. Lathering his hands in shampoo, he gets you to spin on the spot, close your eyes and tilt your head back.

Taking his time with massaging the suds into your hair to scrub away any dirt or grime that had built up since the last time you washed it. Taking the shower head and cupping your forehead to make sure nothing got in your eyes, Eddie would rinse the shampoo out of your hair and let it wash down your back. He would repeat the same process with the conditioner, but of course he focused that on the ends of your hair instead. Making sure that all was rinsed out before you were allowed to turn back to him.

“All better, love.” He smiled, to which you smiled back. The first whole hearted smile he had seen from you in days.

He reached the shampoo bottle with the intention of repeating the process on himself, but you caught his wrist gently and stopped him from continuing.

“Allow me?” You mumble sheepishly, taking the bottle from his hands and pouring out enough to lather up. Eddie wasted no time in sinking down to his knees to give you plenty of room and access to his hair, his arms around your thighs whilst he pressed loving little kisses to your soft stomach.

Massaging the shampoo into his scalp, lathering up the curly locks with a soft giggle before you would cover his eyes for protection and rinse them from his hair. Repeating the same process with the conditioner as he has done to you, washing away any chemicals from his soft frame. Placing one last kiss against your stomach, he slowly stands and cups your cheeks in his hand.

“Thank you, princess.” He whispers, leaning down to press a few delicate kisses to your lips which you happily reciprocate.

“Not a problem, handsome.” You smile.

You both spend a little longer in the shower, mostly just letting your bodies relax under the warmth of the water, sharing a kiss or two every now and again as he would tell you all about his day. You listened with genuine intrigue, giggling or snorting whenever an embarrassing moment or funny joke was recited from his hangouts. Eddie turned off the shower and made sure to wrap his waist in a towel before enveloping your whole body in one as well. Standing behind you in the mirror and using his comb to gently brush out your hair so it would dry less frizzy later on.

Kissing your shoulder, he then stands next to you whilst you both begin the process of brushing your teeth together. Spitting, using mouthwash and wiping your faces clean before sharing another kiss. Taking your hand, Eddie leads you into the bedroom with a soft hum coming from his lips.

“Ozzy or Hellfire?” He asks, going through his pile of clean shirts, looking for something to let you sleep in.

“Ozzy, please.” You whisper, trading off his watch in your hand for the shirt in his, making sure he had his accessories before you wander back to the bathroom to change. You double checked that you were fully dry before putting the towel in the laundry basket and slipping on the Black Sabbath shirt he had given you, smiling to yourself that even when it’s clean? It still smelled of him.

Coming back into the room a few minutes later, eyes a little wide as the sheets had changed and Eddie was slumped back on his bed in just his boxers, playing with a dice in his hand to keep him occupied.

“There you are, hi.” He said like a giddy little child at the sight of you, shutting the door behind you as you climb into bed with him. It took mere seconds for you to curl up in his arms, him placing the dice down on the bedside table in favour of holding you and playing with your hair.

“Thank you, for today.” You whisper.

Shaking his head, kissing your forehead and bringing you closer with a squeeze. Feeling his fingers brush up and down your forearm whilst he shushed you. Everything he did was out of love, not out of needing praise and approval.

“Don’t thank me, it’s what you do when you love someone who needs a gentle hand every now and again.” He mumbled into your temple, pecking the skin there several times as you smile up at him. “You’re gonna have your bad days, and I’m gonna help you through them. Im proud of you, you know? Even if you’re just waking up and achieving something as small as mustering up the energy to toast some pop tarts or crawl out of your safety blankets and use the bathroom. I know they’re all small things you struggle with on days like this. But… You’re badass. Every day that you wake up and you don’t feel like you can do things? You still do. You still keep on pushing, you do your thing and then you smash it outta the park every single time. It’s pretty fucking metal when you think about it.”

“I love you.” You say proudly.

“I love you right back, doll.” He grins.

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afterdarkprincess · 4 months

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all you ever did was wreck me (yeah you wreck me)

Relationship: Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins Rating: Explicit Summary: Newly returned Dean Ambrose has a press event at the WWE Performance Center and World Heavyweight Champion Seth Rollins is among those there to greet him. They find one another in a practice room long after everyone else has gone home and things escalate quickly.

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Fun little idea I've had in my head since CM Punk came back, just wouldn't leave me alone. Plus I had to do some Ambrollins eventually for my lil sis :)

tags for @elementaldoughnut12 @feelschicken @harmshake @jeysbvck @southerngirl41 and @imabillyami (if anyone else would like to be tagged in my fics please let me know! 💖)

Warnings for: Frottage, Hand Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Mirrors, Pet Names/Dirty Talk

Seth never thought he’d see the day.

He had seen the email, read it twice to be sure, but even on the way to Orlando he didn’t quite believe it. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw him in the Performance Center with his own eyes.

There’d been buzz of course, all over the internet as soon as CM Punk returned to WWE and “Hell Froze Over” as they all claimed, it was not long before rumors began to circulate that Punk would not be the only one to make the jump between companies.

Seth would like to have believed that maybe Jon would have reached out to him first, that maybe the old wounds would have healed by now and they could be friends again. But he had to find out via email like the rest of the roster. So much for bygones being bygones.

He spends the morning hanging around the performance center, himself and a few other select members of the roster were asked to come and do some spots on NXT as part of the announcement. Roman is noticeably absent, but then again it would be more shocking for the man to actually show up to work these days.

Bianca is there, her hand delicately perched on Montez’s arm as usual, all smiles as she talks to the members of the women’s division that crowd around her. Ford is in the midst of a discussion with Carmelo and Trick, with a few others hanging around.

A few of them had approached Seth earlier, and he’d indulged them enough not to get a scolding but his efforts to appear unapproachable seem to be working.

Seth checks his watch, of course the bastard is late. Couldn’t arrive on time if his life depended on it, he never could. How many nights had Seth spent in the same position, waiting on him, always waiting.

He’s about to give up, make the rounds and give his excuses so he could head back to the hotel and take a nice long shower and postpone this meeting for as long as he possibly could, when the doors swing open.

Dean always did know how to make an entrance. Jon he corrects himself mentally. It’s Jon now. Dean Ambrose is nothing but a ghost from his past.

Hunter follows behind him through the door, and isn’t it Seth’s lucky day? Of course he’s here, eating up the press attention and showing off his new acquisition. He puts his thick fingers on Moxley’s shoulder and it makes bile rise in Seth’s throat.

Thankfully, Mox has about as much tolerance for that as Seth does, and the hand is quickly shrugged off with a thinly veiled look of disgust thrown at the older man.

He must not notice Seth, where he’s standing apart from everyone else, or if he does he doesn’t dignify him with so much a glance in his direction. He talks with some of the younger ones, who look at him with stars in their eyes, and exchanges compliments with Montez and Bianca, thanking them gruffly for being in his welcome party.

Seth idly wonders if even now he could still escape, disappear into the background before anyone notices, delay this meeting that he’s desired and dreaded in equal measure. But of course it couldn’t be that easy.

Melo and Trick ask him for a photo, and they set the shot up directly in Seth’s view. There’s no way he won’t-

Blue eyes meet his, clear and cold like a lake in winter. He’s drowned in their depths before, but god if Seth doesn’t miss that sweet surrender. Dean, Jon, Mox, Dean- it’s Dean his mouth turns up in a cheeky grin for the photo, but Seth knows better, as the man doesn’t even bother to look at the camera snapping the shot, keeping his eyes locked on him.

They thank Mox for the photo, and he finally looks away from Seth, granting him a reprieve. Seth stares down at the floor and tries to get his traitorous heartbeat under control. His pulse is loud in his ears and he’s nervous, like his music is about to hit right before a big match and he has no idea how it’s gonna go.

Seth hears the thud of heavy boots on the concrete, stomping around like always and the smell of cigarette smoke arrives first.

He’s here. He’s really standing here, chewing on a piece of gum and looking at Seth, a wary look in his eye but his expression carefully neutral.

“Hey,” Moxley nods his head, giving Seth a once over.

“Hey yourself,” Seth shoots back, very aware of the people surrounding them, watching their interaction with bated breath. There are so many things he wants to say. His fingers itch with their desire to reach out and touch him, make sure he’s real and solid- that he won’t disappear again.

But as he’s been told so many times over the years, Seth is a coward.

“It’s uh- good to see you.” It sounds lame even to his own ears. The understatement of the century.

Mox’s eyebrows raise, jaw in constant motion, chewing. “Yeah, you too.”

Hunter looks between the two of them, not even bothering to hide the distaste in his expression. “Lets get a photo of these two as well, ey?”

The press photographer sets up as Moxley clomps to his side, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly as he laughs.

Surely he’s joking, hamming it up as usual but it makes Seth feel small, like he’s back in FCW with something to prove and not the reigning World Heavyweight Champion. Seth swallows thickly, and puts on a smile.

He expects an arm to be thrown over his shoulder, if Moxley would be willing to touch him at all. What he does not expect his a hand finding its way to his waist, just lightly grazing at first before squeezing playfully.

It’s a clear sign, he knows all the ins and outs of the language that is Dean Ambrose. It’s me, I’m here. Relax, Rollins.

Seth feels his shoulders drop and relax, and his hand finds the small of Moxley’s back, and he smiles for real.

The camera flashes, preserving the moment forever, but no one but them will ever know what it really means. Seth looks at him as he takes a step back, creating some respectable space between their bodies. “Thanks, Mox. It’s good to have you back.”

His brow furrows and he runs a hand through that rugged beard of his, but he’s interrupted when he opens his mouth.

“It’s Ambrose again, actually.” Hunters voice is smug, like it’s a personal victory.

Seth feels the urge to lash out at his boss, which is never a good look, despite the fact that his heart is screaming in the rightness of it all. He’d take the man with any name, their bond is deeper than that, but it’s the name he still cries out at night as the nightmares replay him leaving.

He whips his head to look at Dean again, who nods. “Was this your idea or theirs?”

Hunter rolls his eyes and walks away.

“Little a both, honestly,” Dean says, shrugging. “Trademark stuff, and it felt right.”

Seth nods, his eyes wandering to where Dean’s tongue darts out to lick at his chapped lips. All sort of absurd ideas float through Seth’s mind, spilling his guts right here and confessing every wild emotion that the other man has stirred in his heart over the last 10 years, replacing the tongue on Dean’s lip with his own.

He goes to open his mouth, though he has no clue what’s about to come out, but he doesn’t get a word out.

It’s Ilya this time, wanting to talk to Dean, which makes sense. There’s a line forming behind him and Seth’s very aware that this isn’t the time or place.

“I gotta run, but we’ll catch up later, yeah?”

There’s a look in Dean’s eyes that he can’t quite place, but he nods all the same, and turns to give the current NXT champ his attention.

Seth feels a twinge in his chest, but backs away. Cowardly. Again.

The afternoon gets away from Seth, in a blur of interviews and a training class on promos. He’d seen glimpses of Dean here and there as they both were led around the Performance center by different sets of staff, waving at each other each time with a resigned misery in their eyes.

His last obligation of the day is sitting down for a long form interview thats going on one of the podcasts, and he ends up talking with Corey Graves for much longer than he’d intended. By the time they wrap up in the studio it’s going on 8pm, and all of the young talent are long gone for the day. The building is quiet, and all but the essential lights are off.

Seth gets himself turned around somehow, trying to navigate the labyrinth of hallways that go from the studios through the offices to the exit. He finds himself near the practice rings, and he hears the sound of a body against the ropes, the heavy thud of footfalls. He thinks he’ll just poke his head in, maybe get some directions to the nearest exit and he’ll be on his way.

Of course it couldn’t be that easy.

Seth swings the door open, revealing a row of punching bags and a solitary ring set up before a wall of mirrors, making the room look twice as big as it is. He catches Dean’s face in the mirror, dripping sweat and beautiful, and feels himself freeze.

Maybe Dean didn’t see him. Maybe he can back out of the room now and find his way out on his own, but he can’t seem to make his feet move and-

“Ey!” Dean’s voice rings out in the quiet of the room. “Was lookin’ for someone to punch.” He chuckles lowly, and Seth never stood a chance of walking away from him.

Seth’s in a pair of loose fitting shorts and a tee shirt, so he can’t even argue that he’s not dressed for this. He cautiously makes his way into the ring, watching as Dean wraps his knuckles in tape.

It’s surreal to watch himself and Dean in the mirror, like a tv show so compelling he can’t pull his eyes away. He’s distracted, Dean’s voice floating in and out of his ear before pulling him out of his thoughts.

“-right?” The cold blue eyes stare at him expectantly, but Seth’s got no clue.

“Sorry, man. Lost in the mirror I guess. Run it back?”

Dean laughs again, “Same old Seth, huh. Just sayin’ this is a far cry from the FCW set up, s’all.”

The understatement of the century. Seth nods, “Yeah, uh definitely beats that old warehouse.”

“Dunno,” He grumbles out. “Builds character in a place like that. Don’t think I’d wanna come up in a place like this.” He gestures around. “Too nice, too clean.”

“Of course you’d say that,” Seth huffs, tugging his t shirt up and over his head, catching just a glimpse of something in Dean’s eyes that he refuses to think about. “So we doin’ this?”

Dean hits him with a look that Seth’s seen a million times before, across rings, across shitty motel rooms and diner booths, nods, and brings his hands up to a grappling stance. “Ready when you are, baby.”

The comment catches Seth off guard, but not enough to give Dean the upper hand as they crash together, limbs locked in a tight embrace. Seth feels each point where their skin meets like a hot stove, burning an impression into him, forever leaving a mark.

It’s like not a day has passed since their last match. They don’t talk much, never have really needed to; not with each other, not since the beginning. They exchange blows as easy as breathing, the rhythm of their bouts matching the pounding of their twin heart beats.

Seth takes advantage of a break and climbs up the ropes, diving headlong into Dean who catches him effortlessly with a laugh.

“Lightweight,” Seth can feel the timber of his voice, the rumble of his chest against Seth’s skin. Real, whole, and here with Seth where he belongs.

Dean flips him into position for a vertical suplex, and his senses are filled with the salty scent of Dean’s skin as his cheek’s pressed against the scar-marked chest. Seth briefly brushes his lips against the skin, flicking out his tongue to taste before he’s brought down hard on his back.

The wind is knocked out of him, though he’s not sure if it’s from the impact or the intoxicating effect that Dean still has on him.

Dean goes for the cover, hoisting up Seth’s leg and draping his weight across his torso with a smug look on his face.

Seth jerks his shoulder up and flips them over, his chest heaving as he stares down at Dean, beautiful Dean. His face is red with exertion and it makes his eyes stand out even more. He licks his chapped lips, just a flash of pink tongue and it sends a hot rush of arousal down Seth’s spine.

Unfortunately, in reversing the pin Seth’s hips landed right on top of Dean’s, and the loose shorts he’s wearing definitely do not conceal the chub of his dick as it swells with desire. Dean’s hips buck in an attempt to throw him off, but it just delivers delicious friction to the place Seth needs and doesn’t want it most.

He’s embarrassed at the pathetic little whine he emits, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth just a moment too late to hide it.

Dean’s eyes widen knowingly before they travel down down to the obvious tent in Seth’s shorts.

Seth can feel his face heat up, and he moves to get off of Dean, ready to apologize and leave and put this behind him but as usual Dean is way ahead of him.

He’s flipped again before he can process what’s happening, but instead of Dean going to cover him for a pin, he situates himself between Seth’s splayed legs with ease.

Dean stares down at him, and Seth’s legs instinctively wrap around his back to keep him there. It’s immediately obvious that he’s not alone in this situation, the hard warmth of an erection against his own.

“P-please…” Seth stutters out, his dick now painfully hard. “Dean- ahh!”

He’s cut off by Dean’s hips grinding down hard into his own, rough and powerful as the man above him groans. His big hands are at either side of Seth’s head, holding himself up and giving Seth a perfect view of his gorgeous chest, covered by scars and a carpet of thick hair.

Seth finds himself reaching up with one hand, slowly as if reaching out to a feral cat who might turn tail at any moment. When Dean doesn’t move, rocking his hips but not running away, Seth cards his fingers up through the chest hair until he finds a nipple with his fingertips. He circles the nub gently in rapt fascination until it’s hard and standing proud and he’s pulled out of his trance by a growl that escapes Dean’s mouth.

“Not playin’ fair, baby.” A hand bats Seth’s arm away and suddenly Dean’s mouth is on Seth’s nipples, licking and sucking and biting just hard enough for it to sting and Seth can’t keep his hips still. He rubs himself against Dean like he’s a teenager again, horny and desperate in a locker room.

His head lolls to the side in pleasure, and he catches sight of their reflection in the wall of mirrors. His legs clenched around Dean’s heaving back as he licks all over Seth’s chest, the way their bodies twist and meld into each other.

He can’t bring himself to look away, but Dean’s hand grasps his beard and tugs his chin so he has no choice but to look at him. “Keep those eyes right here.”

There’s a hard edge to Dean’s voice, and Seth feels himself leaking precum in his shorts. It should be embarrassing but he can’t currently find it himself to care.

Dean pushes himself up onto his knees and Seth whimpers at the loss of contact, though he can’t complain for long. Dean’s shoving his own pants and briefs down to expose the hard length of his cock, giving it a few strokes. Seth’s mouth waters at the sight, but then Dean’s going for Seth’s shorts, pulling the waist band down to free him as well.

“Of course you aren’t wearing underwear, you slut,” Dean says fondly, spitting into his hand before stroking Seth’s dick, dragging his thumb around the thick head and driving Seth wild.

Seth drops his head back to the mat, but Dean’s not far behind coming back to hover over him, their cocks sliding together. Dean brings his mouth to Seth’s neck, sucking at the sensitive skin as their hips rut together. Seth rests his hands on the back of Dean’s neck, holding on for dear life as the hot coil in his stomach gets even tighter.

He’s rapidly approaching his climax, and judging by Dean’s breathing he’s not alone in that. When Dean finally seems satisfied with his work on Seth’s neck, he presses a sloppy kiss against the angry red skin.

“Mine,” Dean growls, and if Seth wasn’t already near the edge, he certainly is now.

“Yours, ah- fuck!”

His breathing rapidly turns to whimpers, and he’s so so close, the pressure of Dean’s cock grinding and sliding against his own and his ragged breath hot in Seth’s ear.

Dean shoves his hand down between them and grabs both their dicks roughly, stroking them both. “C’mon pretty thing, let go for me.”

It’s all the motivation Seth needs, his vision whiting out as he shoots cum all over Dean’s hand and his own stomach. Dean’s not far behind, thrusting into his fist a few more times before adding to the mess between them.

Seth breathes heavily as he comes back to earth, catching sight of himself in the mirror again, locking with the blue eyes staring back at him. He breathes out a laugh, grinning.

“Look at us, huh?” Dean says, a drop of sweat falling from his forehead and onto Seth’s cheek. “You look good under me.”

He blows Seth a kiss in the mirror and that’s when it hits him. In all that, Seth never even kissed Dean. After all this time.

Seth feels tears well in his eyes as he cradles Dean’s face in his hands, running his thumb along the edge of his beard. He gently pulls him in, lifting his head so their foreheads rest together.

“Missed you so much,” Seth whispers. “Nothin’ felt right without you here.”

Their lips meet, and it’s everything Seth’s been craving, sweet and rough and perfect and Dean finally home at last.

Dean bites at his lip as they part, and if Seth were any younger it would get him going again, but he’s too happy, too sated with just holding on to Dean to want anything else right now.

He can feel their cum drying on his skin, and they need to head out of the building sooner rather than later. They’ll need to talk about all of this at some point, though neither of them have ever been good at actually talking about their feelings. But they speak a language all their own, they always have, and it’s more than enough for Seth.

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Thank you so much for reading!! 💕

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samaraannhan20 · 11 months

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Steve Harrington Imagine: That Time Again

Warnings: mentions of periods and blood, Modern!Steve Harrington, female!reader, “Oh shit,” you whisper, before slowly getting out of bed, trying not to disturb Steve. You slink to the bathroom, grabbing a new pair of pajamas, and then grabbing your feminine products and the spare pair of underwear you keep in the cabinet, setting them down, and stripping from your pajamas before stepping into the shower, which you quickly turn on to the highest heat setting. You take a quick shower, only wash your body, and then step out, slip your new pajamas on. You walk back into the bedroom, before slowly making your way into the kitchen to fix a glass of water and take some Midol. “Why are you up?” you hear a gruff with sleep voice say, from behind you, and you jump, spilling water on yourself. “Steve! You can’t do that. You know that! We’ve been together for how long now?” you say as you. “I thought you heard me. I said something to you as you were leaving the bedroom, you just didn’t hear me. And to answer your question, three amazing years,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Anyways, back to my question. Why are you up?” “Oh. I woke up cramping, right as my period started. I had barely bled yet, but I went and took a shower and changed. The sheets are okay, if you’re worried about that.” “No, I’m not worried about the sheets. It’s almost time for us to change them to wash them anyway, so I’ll do that today. I’m more worried about you. Are you okay?” “Hm, me? Oh yeah. I’m fine. I came in here to get a drink of water and take some midol. I was coming right back to bed, you didn’t have to get up.” “Babe, I woke up the minute you left the bed. I just figured you were using the restroom and would be right back, so I turned over and fell right back asleep. It wasn’t until you came back out of the bathroom but didn’t get back in bed that I woke up. And, you know how it goes. Now I’m up.” “Yeah, me too. I really wanted to go back to bed, but the shower and walking around woke me up. I can make us breakfast,” you say and put down your cup of water, then turn towards the fridge. Before you can take a step, Steve grabs you and spins you back into him. “I’ll make breakfast. Why don’t you go grab our phones, and then grab your favorite blanket and lay on the couch while I make breakfast. Then I’ll join you on the couch while we eat and we can watch whatever you want. I’ll also warm up the heating pad.” “No need,” you say, a little breathlessly as Steve starts kissing all over your neck. “Your hands are basically a heating pad. Plus by then the painkillers will have hopefully kicked in,” you say, and force yourself out of his arms. “Okay then, chop chop,” you say, and turn to walk by him, smacking his ass as you walk by. He laughs, before walking to the fridge to pull out the items needed to make the breakfast he is thinking of. You walk to the bedroom and grab both of your phones, seeing a text from Dustin in the groupchat. Scooby Gang + extras🚌🤪 Dusty Buns🧢 I have the snacks for movie night at Steve and Y/N’s 🍿🍿

“Aw crap,” you say as you walk back into the kitchen. “What’s wrong?” Steve asks, turning towards you with a spatula in one hand and your apron around his waist. You momentarily forget what you were talking about and snapped a picture of him, while cracking up. “Y/N, really?” he asks, also beginning to laugh. “What did you say aw crap about?” he says once the two of you have calmed down. “Oh. We’re supposed to host movie night tonight. Dustin sent a text saying he had the snacks,” you reply, setting his phone down and sitting in one of the stools surrounding the island in your kitchen. “Do you want to host movie night tonight?” “Um, not really. I don’t feel good, and I kinda just want a day alone with you,” you reply, leaning your head on your hands. “Then I’ll text Dustin and tell him it’s postponed and to spread the word.” “Won’t he ask why?” “Yeah. But I’ll just tell him I’m sick.” “He won’t fall for that,” you say, shaking your head. “If anything he’d come over even quicker to make sure you were okay. Just tell him I’m not feeling well, and that he can ask me all about it in a few days. Or better yet,” you say, realizing what you can do, “I’ll just text Robs and tell her to spread the word,” you finish, before pulling up your chat with Robin.

Robby😇 Hey Robs. My period started and I’m not feeling too well, so Steve and I need to postpone the movie night. Can you spread the word?

“Okay. I sent it” you say, and then set your phone down, and watch as Steve makes pancakes for the two of you. You make small talk as he cooks, and it isn’t long before he sets two plates down and joins you on the side of the counter you’re sitting on. “Dig in,” he states with a smile, and kisses your cheek before digging into his own plate. You eat in silence, and when both of you are done you stand, grab your plate, and then reach over to grab his, but he smacks your hand away. “What the heck, Steve?” you say, just wanting to help him with the dishes. “You don’t feel good. We can do the dishes tomorrow or something. Go lay down on the couch and pick a movie on Disney. I’ll just clean everything up and put it in the sink,” he says, and stands up, gently pushing you in the direction of the living room. “Oh! Hey, Robin answered,” you say once you get settled on the couch. “She said she’ll spread the word and she hopes I feel better.” “Do you want some ice cream?” Steve asks, and you just laugh. “We just ate breakfast. No I don’t want ice cream,” you say when you stop laughing. “Well, I want ice cream,” he says as he rounds the corner of the couch with a pint and two spoons in his hand. “And, I know that if I sit here with it you’ll wind up wanting some so I brought you a spoon as well. What are we watching?” “I was thinking of The Princess and the Frog to start. Is that okay?” you ask him. “Yeah. I love that movie,” he says, and wraps his arm around you, allowing you to curl up into him. “How are your cramps? Has the Midol kicked in?” “Almost gone. It’s not fully kicked in yet, but it’s getting there. Eating something helped, thank you,” you tell him, and stretch your neck up to give him a kiss on the cheek, before settling back into him.

The two of you spend the rest of the day curled up on the couch, only occasionally getting up to get more food, or drinks, or to go to the restroom. You watch endless Disney movies, and it isn’t until one in the morning that you finally get up and head into the bedroom. When you lay down, you curl into Steve’s side, and then look up at him. “Thank you for today,” you whisper, and he turns his head and looks down at you. “I would never do anything less,” he says, then kisses you, before kissing you on the top of your head.

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Penguin Walk

Synopsis: One where Harry's got two more girls obsessing over him. Plot twist is: he loves it!

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Harry had just gotten home from tour.

Two months away from his girls was dreading for him. Little Tara and Roza came into his and his girlfriend's life unexpectedly but has he been obsessed with his girls. They were both just a week after his birthday.

He had to postpone his tour for a year announcing the actual reason behind him wanting to take a break, to be there for his family. His fans were very respective of his decision and it felt even more rewarding to go perform again.

Though he never thought he'd say it but he was very grateful to off tour not to just write new music but to be there with his family. He'd already missed his babies taking their first steps but YN made sure to take videos for him. They take that from their mother, who according to grandma started walking when she was their age. Harry was a late bloomer as a baby. The twins are about eleven months old now.

Today as he walked through the door with all his luggage, all tired and run down, he was met by two girls making their way to him doing their penguin walk he's been obsessed with. Each of them clung to his legs squealing and giggling.

"Papa! Papa!" They both chanted raising their chubby arms up so he can pick them up. He'd managed to pick up both of them in his arms and give them a big cuddle.

"Papa missed you two so much!" He gave each of them kisses.

Both the girls were identical but Tara wasn't a big fan of him but her mum's, she still loves him. Not as much as her mum though. Little Roza never likes to leave him alone.

They've grown so much since he's last seen them two months ago. They're chunkier (even though they both were the smallest and most delicate creatures when they were just born), their hair is longer and fuller and a little darker blonde. Their cheeks has red pillow marks from probably just taking a greatest afternoon nap, their faces puffy from good sleep.

"Where is Mumma?" He asked and Tara pointed to the kitchen. "Hello my darling!"

"Hi!" YN exclaimed seeing him.

Harry placed the twins down carefully on the floor to greet the mother of his children with a hug. "I missed you as well!"

"Oh how lucky I am!" She sighed hugging him back, "I missed you."

"I know, I'm never leaving any of you alone." He squeezed her tightly, "what are you making?"

"Your favourite." She pulled her head away from his chest to look at the food cooking up on the stove.

YN had just gotten off work before she started on dinner. She works from home so it was easier on her to look after the girls as well. They never troubled her, usually they're playing in harmony. Until someone wants the same toy the other one is playing with and end up in hair pulling fights and cries and screams. But mostly they were good for her.

"Thank you so much, baby." He placed a long awaited kiss on her mouth. "Were the girls nice to you?"

"Mhmm. Coco here was a big pain in the bum." YN looked at the cat roaming around like she owns the place. She shot her mother a judging look.

Harry just chuckled, "I'll go take a quick shower and come down to help you, yeah?" He suggested pressing a kiss to back on YN's head.

"Mhmm." YN nodded.

Well, least to say Harry got distracted after his shower having a good play time with his little girls. One moment they were having play time at the play area, the girls making him pretend food in their little kitchen set and the other moment they were chasing each other.

"I'm gonna get you!" He cooed walking behind Tara and Roza doing thier little penguin run, until Roza fell straight on her bum and started laughing her heart out.

"Gotcha!" He exclaimed getting on his knees to attack Roza with gentle tickles. "Oh, no!" He pretend screamed watching Tara come to her twin's rescue, giving him sloppy wet kisses all over his face.

Now Harry was being attacked by two babies and also a cat lying on the floor. All his tiredness seem to disappear.

"Help! No!" He squealed. "YN help!"

"Don't drag me into it." YN laughed filming her husband, on the carpet.

The girls gasped when their dad picked them up and plopped them on the sofa with a tickle attack. The calmness was long gone as the house was filled with giggles and squeals and screams. He finally stopped, so they can breathe watching them belly laugh.

Harry was very happy to be back with his girls. Just in time for the holidays.

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theraddestdog · 6 months

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"Crime: An Aoyagi." Detective Akito x Cyber Killer Toya au.

Chapter 7: "Maybe?" (Point of View changing!!)

The corner of my eyes feel itchy from slight tears that came out due to my exhaustion. I rub my eyes and sit up on the bed while I glance down at myself. “I forgot to bathe.” I whisper in annoyance while sitting up, heading straight for the shower. Ever since that encounter with this guy, I’ve been feeling unmotivated for this case; it’s unusual. I never feel unmotivated especially with such a hard case, it would always at least keep me awake. But that guy made me feel like I’m being carried off by my own work, yet it also manages to frustrate me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he came up to me so coincidentally and knew some secrets about this case. Whatever, I can whine all I want and it won’t get me anywhere. I need to confirm if what he really said was true, by doing my own research with professionals rather than some hybrid I met. … At least he was pretty. After washing up, I set myself up to take a daily jog. I haven’t done it in awhile since I was forcing myself to stay focused on this case, but everyone needs a break. As I slip on some workout clothes, I plug in my headphones to play music while making my way down the sidewalk of my house. I closed my eyes as I readied myself to begin jogging. Like regular, it only takes me about thirty minutes to complete my jog. I was breathing heavily and out of water as I approached at a bus stop to take a seat, huffing to release the heat that I began to sweat. A bus stopped in front of me as passengers walked out, I glanced to the side not giving much focus, but got frightened slowly after by a call of my name. “Akito?” A soft and gentle voice spoke out to me. ‘It’s him again isn’t it..’ I said as I calmed down from the stare, glancing up. There he was. The man with such threatening yet soft grey eyes glancing down at me, with his hair slicked back with gel. My body heated up, yet it brushed it off thinking it was sweat. ‘Was he always this handsome..?’ My mind ran loose as I glanced away, catching myself and grunting to myself in disappointment for even thinking of him to be cute. “Hey.” I responded back with shyness, cursing myself inside for sounding so timid. “It’s nice to see you again. You went for a run, I assume?” He sounded genuine with that regular soft smile on his face as he sat down next to me, seeming to have a small suitcase in his hand, bringing it onto his lap. “Yeah. And you? Dressing so fancy so early.” I teased glancing at his almost fully buttoned up suit, he looked kind of stupid (but pretty..) with his hair also slicked back with gel. “Oh.. I was on my way to meet my boss.. but it got postponed until tomorrow. Since he’s busy and stuff.” He spoke in a manner that seemed even more tired than me, despite the fact he sat on a bus while I took a jog. I brushed it off and balanced my elbows onto my lap while leaning forward to glance at him. “I see. Well, I don’t have much to do at the moment.” We sat in silence for a while, only noise being the cars in the background flying by. We didn’t talk for a long while, we both weren’t in a rush. I put my head down and slumped over while he stared at the street, looking pretty distracted. 'It feels weird. My chest feels hot. Is it because I just ran? ... Maybe."

[End of chapter 7.] (this one is also short sadly but at least i did something!!! (proud))

#akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #akitoya #queer #akty #fanfiction #vivid bad squad #pjsk #gay men #project sekai #aoyagi toya #shinonome akito

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self-written-god · 7 months

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T | 1426 | m/femnb? human/monster from under the bed | horror elements | single dad trope my beloved, kid shenanigans, domestic fluff, established relationship, how does it feel to hide from your kid that you're dating the monster from under his bed, Ed?

"There's something under my bed."

"Where? Between the dinosaur collection and the Lego boxes?"

The child, his very own precious offspring, glared at him. But his tiny fist was gripping a flashlight in a trembling grip.

"There's no place left for a monster there, little man."

"What if it's like, a ghost and can pass through them?"

That means it could also pass through the mattress, but that's not something you tell your preschool kid.

"What's a ghost, Timothy?"

The boy frowned.

“A dead person?”

And while diverting it into a talk about death was tempting, he wanted his kid to actually sleep tonight.

“Why do you think a dead person would be under your bed?”

How a five-year-old could sigh with so much anger was beyond him, but the boy stomped towards the kitchen table, sitting on his favourite chair perpendicular to his dad.

“I don’t know!” he admitted, slamming the flashlight, now off, onto the counter. “Maybe it’s lonely and wants me dead too. So he has a ghost friend?” he wondered, pouting and, yikes. Dad winced at the sound of his son talking so casually about being dead. About a ghost under his bed wanting to kill him. Which, he knew for a fact wasn’t possible. But instead of telling him that, he sighed and offered:

“Boys sleepover?”

The grin his son gave him was enough to settle the pain of postponing his plans again.

He closed off the tabs on his laptop, the spreadsheets and email drafts (preschool research was no joke) and hovered over the multitude of streaming apps he had installed.

“What do you feel like watching?”

The kid hummed in thought, tapping his chubby fingers against the table.

“Bugs Bunny?”

“Good choice,” he nodded appreciatively, opening the app he knew had The Looney Tunes. Was he using his kid to revisit the nostalgia of his childhood? Totally.

He let Timothy arrange a bed for him on the floor while he made them some chamomile tea, plain for himself and with some honey for his kid. The set-up was familiar for them as the boy was still adjusting to having his own room - there was a folded mattress he used as a chair during the day and at night would often be used by his dad to sleep. The laptop stand was balanced on his bed and his dad’s head was resting just against his little thigh. They were sipping on their teas, with Timothy’s in a special straw bottle that would prevent any spillage in case he dozed off mid-seance. Dad learned it the hard way.

And like each time, the boy was too preoccupied to see his dad’s hand slipping under his bed, between all the toys and Lego sets, palm up and waiting until the darkness entwined their fingers and squeezed gently. It liked Looney Tunes too.

“There’s a monster in the basement.”

I know.

“Well, it better start paying rent, then.”

“Dad!”

“What? You want a freeloader in our house, Timothy?”

“No, of course not,” he said, even though he had no idea who a freeloader was.

“We should write a contract too. In case of damages.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully.

“Damages?” The boy's eyes went wide.

“Yeah,” the dad nodded. “When someone rents a place like we did, they sign a lease promising to pay for any damages they might do to the place. Usually, they pay extra money to the owner with the first rent. The owner uses it to fix the things they break unless everything is okay, then they can have the money back,” he explained.

Timothy nodded, small forehead scrunched in his rendition of an adult face.

“Makes sense.”

He thought that was it and went back to working on dinner, but then Timothy spoke up again.

“Did you ever break something you had to pay for?”

Dad hummed in thought.

“Yeah, when I was in college, me and my roommate broke a shower stall. Like, the glass door? Had to take an extra job to pay for a replacement."

"How did you do that?"

He winced, remembering the mild concussion and the bruises.

"I slipped and slammed into it. The door fell out of its frame and broke in half."

"You didn't have a bathroom mat?"

Dad smiled, knowing his safety lessons were engraved in his son's head.

"No, I wasn't as smart as you are now."

His son puffed out his chest, happy with the praise.

And so, the basement monster went forgotten until after dinner, when Timothy laid a piece of paper and a pen in front of him.

"We should write the contract. For the basement monster," he clarified at his father's puzzled gaze. He quickly nodded.

“Yeah, that’s smart.”

“How do we start?” his son asks curiously, climbing into his lap and peering into the blank sheet. His dad hummed.

“Let’s see… Lease agreement, we need a heading, between Ed and Timothy Sandsmith,” he drawled as he wrote. “And the basement- I think ‘monster’ isn’t a nice word, you know?”

Timothy frowned.

“How so?”

“Well, if we describe a human as a monster, it means it’s a bad person. Maybe we should use a different word.”

He could see Timothy’s frown as he tried his hardest to come up with a way to address their monster in a friendly way.

“Neighbour?” he offered hesitantly.

“Basement neighbour,” Ed tried and nodded in approval. “That will work, yeah. So… The basement neighbour. In exchange for rent-free use of the basement, the basement neighbour agrees to cover the expenses of any damages they may cause. Is that enough?”

“I think so,” Timothy said, looking at the paper. “I’m not a lawyer.”

Ed chuckled.

“Well, let’s hope our neighbour isn’t one either. Now let’s sign it.” He put his signature on the corner and handed the pen to his son to scrawl his name underneath. Then he added a line on the other side of the document.

“Now I guess I just gotta get the monster’s signature.”

“Neighbour's!”

“Neighbour's, right. I’ll do that tomorrow, I don't wanna bother them so late. What do you say we read for a bit and go to bed?”

“Peter Pan?”

“Sure, why not.”

After Timothy dozed off, Ed grabbed the document they’d crafted and the pen next to it and walked down to the basement. The light flickered to life when it captured his movement. It was colder down there but not unpleasantly. There was a washing machine in one corner, shelves of preserves and wine from his parents in the other, and in the center an old couch and a coffee table sitting on a thick rug.

“Hi, baby,” Ed said into thin air. He put the paper and pen on the table. “Timothy was worried the monster in the basement would break his toys and made me write an agreement in case of damages. Would you be so kind and sign it?”

The document shuffled on the surface and he dropped onto the couch. The lights flickered and dimmed like a thick fog suddenly fell over them. The shadows around, thick and misty, caressed his wrist in question.

“I haven’t told him anything. I guess he just senses you,” he shrugged before collapsing deeper into the cushions. The lightbulb above the stairs shut off with a click after not sensing any movements for a while. The darkness settled heavier on his skin.

“Maybe I should, he’s a smart boy.”

A huff. A scratch of pen against paper.

Let him start school first.

Ed raised his hand, caressing the shape around him. He smiled at the creature he couldn’t see but could feel. “You’re so maternal,” he cooed with a happy sigh.

Shut up, the darkness scolded, slapping his arm. It felt like little pinpricks of cold.

“There’s only a week left. My boy is going to school. He’s growing up so fast,” he choked up with realization and his lover purred, caressing his skin with emotion.

All kids do.

“I know. Yeah,” he sighed, burying his face into them.

You’re a great dad, they added. He smiled.

“Thank you.”

I say it how it is. Oh, by the way, you forgot to plug in your laptop.

“Shit, thanks. What would I do without you?”

Wither alone and untouched.

He barked out a surprised laugh that was quickly captured by the darkness. It coaxed him gently to lay down, pressing him into the cushions, into his favourite place to be - between the thrifted couch and the creature he found in his basement.

#monsterlovetober2023 #monster lover #monster romance #monsterfucker #fantasy romance #human/monster romance #monster kink #original story #spooktober

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thegeeksideofsr · 1 year

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The Daughter

Eliot Spencer x Ford! reader

I had an idea this and I hope it came out ok. I might do more with the two of them in the future.

Boston had it's ups and downs. The upside was my dad moved back from LA and was just five minutes from my place, living above the pub owned by my best friend's family. The down sides, my dad was still recovering from my half brother's death, and nearly drinking himself to death. Surviving off coffee and take out when I don't cook and leave him with left overs.

I decided to cook for him at least once a week so we can catch up about what happened since he moved to LA and I stayed in Boston. He always says I don't need to, but he's my dad, and we are both still recovering from losing Sam. We may not see eye to eye on everything, but we still get along pretty well, and it's nice having company sometimes.

I was supposed to have dinner with him last night, but we rescheduled for today. He said a friend from LA had a musical she was in and he was going to go support her, so we postponed to tonight.

I head over to his apartment around noon with supplies for dinner tonight. As I get to the door I can hear my Dad's voice, along with a few others. A woman's voice, who's words are easy to make out, then mens voices, to low to hear.

I fit the key into the lock and push it open, revealing my Dad in the kitchen holding a coffee mug, a woman sitting on a stool in one of his shirts, man in a green shirt sitting at the table with another man with a laptop, and a nun?

The sound of me coming through the door causes all of their attention to fall on me. The man in green shirt seems to sit up straighter when we make eye contact for a brief second.

I look to my dad, who has a panicked look on his face.

"What's with the nun?"

A stunned silence falls over the room, lasting about twenty seconds, then my Dad speaks.

"I can explain."

"You can? You can explain why there is a nun in your apartment, and well as a woman in your shirt?"

"She's dress like that cause she's doin'a con," the man in green says, gesturing to the nun as he stands from his chair and moves to the counter.

"Eliot." Nate groans.

"Eliot? Is this the team you worked with in LA?"

He hadn't told me much about his friends from LA or about the jobs they pulled, not in great detail, but enough to know that they seem to be good people. And something happened with them and IYS, but he never told me everything.

"That's us," the woman says, getting up from her stool and holding a hand out to me. "Sophie Devereaux."

"It nice to finally put some names to faces. Dad told me about you all."

"Dad? Your Nate's daughter?"

"Yeah. He had me before he and Maggie met." I tell her as I set the bags of groceries on the counter. "What are you all doing here though? I thought Dad was going straight?"

"We are helping the Kerrigan's," the man at the table says, turning away from his laptop. "Nate says he's not gonna help us though."

"The father and daughter he helped? Oh, he's definitely gonna cave. And if he doesn't, I'll force him."

"I'm standing right here," Nate says.

I turn to look at him, trying not to laugh at the look on his face.

" I know."

******************************

After the gang introduced themselves, Parker and Hardison left to go the bank Kerrigan worked at, and Dad left me to sort out what I brought for dinner in the kitchen with Eliot and Sophie, while he went to shower, saying he wanted all of the stuff they brought gone when he comes back.

Sophie asked Eliot if he was leaving, to which he answered that he had over three-hundred sports channels, and he wasn't going anywhere, making me chuckle, drawing their attention to me again.

"So, how come Nate was in LA and you were here? And why didn't we know he had a daughter?" Eliot asks.

"He and my mom were together in highschool. They had me their senior year, she didn't want to be a mom that young, so she left me with my dad. I grew up with him and my grandfather. Most of my time was spent at John McRory's downstairs, Cora and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember." I tell them as I put a few things away and start washing vegetables for dinner.

"What about Maggie and Sam?" Sophie asks this time.

"When I was ten when he and Maggie got married. They had Sam a year later. When I finished highschool I got a job here in Boston, and Dad got a job in LA. It was tough, but we made it work. Then Sam's diagnosis."

"I'm sorry about Sam," Sophie says in a gentle tone.

"Thanks."

"You said you stayed here for work?" Eliot asks.

"Mhmm. I work at a restaurant. I took a class during highschool, and fell in love with it."

"Oh, you two are going to get along swimmingly," Sophie says, before walking away.

"You cook?" I ask.

"Sometimes. Is relaxing for me."

"Its the same for me."

I grab a knife and hold the handle towards Eliot.

"Care to help prep?"

He nods, takes the knife, then walks around to stand beside me. We work in silence, he chops onions and peppers, making neat piles, while I start on carrots and some potatoes.

He takes a breath to say something, but Hardison and Parker returning with their spoils, interrupt him. Once we finish prepping the ingredients, I dig containers out of the cupboard and we put all the ingredients away so the prep is done for later.

I thank Eliot for his help, then start cleaning up while Hardison sets up a printer in the living room, and connects his laptop to the TV. He starts going through tons of documents and printing them out. Soon he had them allover the living room.

My dad comes back down looking much better then he did, and immediately starts telling Hardison to clean up.

I smile to myself at the banter between them. I'm glad the team is here, Dad is happy too even though he acts otherwise. I wash the last cutting board, then set it to dry.

"Alrighty, I'm off." I walk to my dad, standing on tip-toes to kiss his cheek. " Try not to have a stroke. Eliot helped me prep everything, so all I have to do later is throw it all together."

"Alright. Be safe. And don't let the new guy get to you."

"I won't."

"You're not staying?" Parker asks.

"No. I have a new guy at the restaurant and I have to make sure he doesn't mess up."

I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder as I walk to the door.

"Why is he your responsibility?"

"I hired him. I'm co owner."

I wave one last time, enjoying the look of shock on all of their faces, then head out the door closing it behind me.

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Once the last bit of clean up was finished, the lights turned off, and the door locked behind me, I start making my way back to Dad’s apartment. I walk through McRory’s, waving to Cora as I pass through, reaching the elevator and heading to his floor. I fitting my key into the lock once more.

The living room is filled with stuff, Parker is wearing a jacket with massive shoulder pads that looks like it walked out of the 70's. Hardison is sitting in a chair, while Sophie is on the couch and Eliot is standing in front of the TV with an ice pack in his hand, Dad stands in the kitchen sipping yet another coffee.

"Hey, you guys." I say as I walk to the kitchen and set down my bag, catching the tale end of their conversation about the local mob.

A chorus of greetings is the only reply I get before they go back to talking.

"Sophie, how do you catch mob guys?" Nate asks.

"Ahhh, two glasses of Chianti and a story about my grandma in Sicily ."

"How do cops catch mob guys?"

"Taxes." The all reply.

I tune out the rest of the conversation pulling out the containers from the fridge, until dad makes a remark that is down right freaky.

"Your metaphors are creepier when you're sober," Parker says.

"I agree. You haven't said something that weird in a long time," I pipe in.

I get a laugh from Eliot, then my dad starts talking about the con they'd need to run. Hardison reminding him that the con he chose needed five people.

"Come on, Dad, just say yes. You may act otherwise, but this is the happiest if seen you in months."

He looks at me, then the team then nods his head.

"Alright. One job. Then I'm done."

Then he just walks away, without a word. I watch as he walks upstairs.

"Does he always do that?" I ask.

"Yeah." Hardison replies with a smug grin.

"He did miss us." Sophie says as she leans into Eliot's side.

I shake my head and turn back to cooking.

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When the food is done, and the table is set, we all sit down and start eating. Hardison loads his plate with food, eating like he hasn't eaten in days.

" Alec, slow down. It's not gonna be taken away," I tell him.

He shakes his head.

" Woman, this is some of the best food I've ever had. It might be better then Eliot's."

"Oh, yeah!" Parker pipes in through a mouth full.

I chuckle at her, then look at Eliot, who's already looking at me with a small smile. We maintain eye contact until my dad asks me a question about work.

I fill him in on how the new guy did, and what we decided to change on the menu. When I mentioned a rather fancy dish, Eliot asked a question about what we use in it. When I told him, he had a look of understanding on his face, a welcome change to the blank looks I get when not talking to a coworker.

We talk about our favorite recipes throughout the rest of dinner, sharing which ones Dad liked, the ones Parker and Hardison's childish tastes actually liked, or the food that Sophie says is better that any of the fancy stuff her mark's thought was worth the price they paid for it. Which recipes we changed and how it turns out.

When we all had eaten, table cleared, dishes washed and any leftovers are put away, I stat to make my goodbyes. I hug my Dad, and bid the rest of the team goodnight.

I gather my stuff and head to the the door. I pull it open, then turn and look at Eliot, who's already looking at me.

"If you ever want to come over and cook, give me a call. I'd love to try some of you food."

"I'll have to take ya' up on that," he says with a smile.

I return his smile then head out the door, a giddy feeling erupting in my chest.

************************

The soft smile remains on Eliot's face as the front door closes. A throat clearing pulls his attention to Nate, who has an annoyed look on his face.

"What?" Eliot asks.

"Don't." Nate growls.

"Don't what?"

"Don't flirt with my daughter. She is off limits."

"I wasn't gonna-"

"Off limits."

#eliot spencer #leverage #christian kane #alec hardison #eliot spencer x reader #leverage fanfic #parker #eliot spencer x oc

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dumpster-fire-deluxe · 9 months

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Okay so about the handmaiden Y/N thing

Suggestive sexual themes ahead

"Good morning, sir," you say when Palpatine enters the kitchen.

"Morning."

You approach him and start fastening his robes; something usually done in the dressing room. "Will milady also need breakfast?"

"When she wakes up, yes."

"Are we postponing that moment?"

"Preferably."

You straighten out his shoulders. "Not a good night, then?" You heard him come home from the party, accompanied by a giggling woman.

"Oh, she was fine. Doesn't mean I want to deal with her in the morning."

You step back and pull out the kitchen chair for him. "I'm glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, sir."

Palpatine sits down. "Tell her I had to take an important meeting in my office."

"I'll tell her that you're very sorry and you're grateful for the wonderful night you spent together." You put the plate down for him. "The last thing we want is a woman's heartbroken tears staining your reputation."

"Feeling cheeky, are we?"

"Must be the lack of sleep. Some noise kept me up." You pour his tea. "Will that be all, sir?"

"Yes. And be gentle with her. She's a shy thing."

"Sounds like your type, sir."

###

About two hours later, the young lady in question appears after you provided her with clean clothes and showed her how to operate the shower. She walks around cautiously, meek and out of place.

"All freshened up, milady?" you ask, putting down her plate on the table.

The woman takes seat, no more at ease than when she woke up. "I did. Thank you so much. I swear I don't usually do this..."

"It's alright."

The woman eats, still taking in her surroundings.

"The Senator sends his dearest apologies for having to leave so early," you say. "He will pay for your taxi."

"I'll return the clothes as soon as possible."

"They're a gift."

Her eyes grow wide. "This?" She brushes the expensive fabric. "But this is..."

You keep an extra set of clothes on hand specifically for situations like these; it's not the first time, after all. But she doesn't have to know that. "The Senator insists. He wants to thank you for the wonderful night."

The woman blushes. "I wish I could thank him too..."

"It's alright. He's a humble man."

"He was so kind to me. My friends abandoned me one by one and he saw that I was lonely. He sat with me and we talked and he made me feel so special. He helped me believe that I can make a career for myself." Her eyes light up with joy.

"He can be very encouraging, yes."

"And now I can't help but think I let him down..."

"My master gets called away at the most unfortunate moments. You can be sure that it has nothing to do with you."

"Really?"

"Really."

She lets out a relieved breath. "He truly is such a gentleman..."

###

Once the woman is gone, you serve Palpatine tea in his office.

"Is she gone?" he asks without looking up.

"She is, sir."

"Good."

You set the tray down and pour the tea. "You seem quite well-rested. Then again, I doubt it was much work pulling her in. You do have a preference for those easily impressed."

"Careful."

"That was a compliment, sir." You place the cup before him. "It takes skill to find the naive and vulnerable ones with such ease."

He grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer. "I could make you vulnerable, too."

"That does appear to be your type. Although you still moan the loudest when with me."

"Then perhaps it's you I should be dragging into my bed."

"Yes, sir."

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dyrewrites · 1 month

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Before Deluca - Flowers for my love

Too many years forced to court and woo socialites with custom bouquets had prepared me for what I planned. What I hoped would replace all the terror and dread Lucient’s dreams had been flooded with for too many months. His targets were a single voyage away and I would see to it he went into that final battle joyous.

The crew performed perfectly, somehow managing to find all the flowers on my list. And while I sped passed them, I knew Lucient would take his time—to make me wait—and so he’d see their color, their arrangement, delight in their scent and follow the path laid out for him. A path I’d sketched for the crew, but honestly hadn’t put much confidence in their ability to replicate—how wrong I was.

In spite of his distaste for how they were used on the ship, blue and white and gold were his favorite colors. So I was certain to stick to those. I offer you, dear reader, a list of each flower and its meaning, as I didn’t get the chance to share them all with him; white acacia’s for elegance, calla lilies for beauty, blue chrysanthemums for love and devotion, and marigolds for vulgar minds.

The crew found so many of each that I wondered how they managed to get them all aboard—I imagine they had help from the florist they found, what with the sheer number they purchased. Not only that, but their arrangement was superb, filling the Captain’s quarters with chrysanthemums, lilies and acacias. The marigolds were sparsely placed to lead the eye to the hidden room—propped open—and further down to the bedroom beneath. There all became marigolds, leading all the way to the bed, which was surrounded by them. I acted as the final piece of the floral puzzle, laying on the sheets, bare but for a single white rose in my teeth—a symbol of loyalty.

That was where I lay when I heard the scream, shorter and higher pitched than any sound I’d heard from Lucient before. He stood at the base of the hidden stairway not a second after, eyes wide, tracing the path of flowers.

But he said nothing, only staring, even as his eyes landed on me.

Removing the rose, I asked his stunned silence, “Is this not what you asked for, my love?” The sound he made was more a squeak than an answer—though he did manage a bit of a glare—so I tried a different approach, “how about you take all of those stuffy layers off and join me in this bed.”

That he responded to, stripping without taking his eyes off me and as he climbed onto the bed—over the sheets, as I was—he spoke with more than a squeak.

“How did you—all of this is, I—I love you,” he sputtered, showering me with kisses on my cheeks, my neck, “I love you so. All that you are is perfect, do you know how perfect you are?”

“I love you too,” I sighed, closing my eyes to his cool touch and, tossing the rose to hold him, I sought to postpone—if slightly—by refusing credit, “But the crew set everything up, all I did was provide a list.”

He shoved against my shoulders, eyes bright and narrowed at me, “A list, a list?” throwing an arm back he scoffed, “My favorite colors, flowers I didn't know I loved arranged so beautifully and you,” I couldn’t hide the smile as he leaned closer, lips so chill on my chest, “my perfect treasure, waiting here like a gift just for me. That is more than a list.”

Gasping with the touch of his hands, so softly rubbing along my sides, I reminded him why I was in that bed, “You told me to be here, my love.”

And he stopped, pushing away to glare, “Why do all of this for me if you won't take my praise?”

That glare smoldered with my smile, my chuckle, “I will take whatever you wish to give me when I'm done giving you your gift, amore mio,” Sweet the yelp, ever so sweet, as I flipped us so I might return his kisses. Might give him more, tracing down his neck, his chest, nibbling every tiny fold I could find in his stomach.

“My perfect treasure,” he said through gasping breaths, “you are the best decision I've made.”

Returning to his face, his lips, I whispered, “My love, if all those memories of yours have taught me anything,” I moved to straddle him, careful to remain further than his wriggling said he wanted, to hold that beautiful face in my hands, “I am the first decision you made.”

Sighing, eyes too wet, he slipped his hands through my arms to hold my face, “The third, but still the best.” Blinking away budding tears, he pulled me closer to kiss me so deep and wonderfully cool as he spoke through images threatening our bliss, I'll have the rest of my gift now.

#writeblr #snippet #writing #novel #before deluca #vampires #romance #it gets suggestive #and they're nekkid #but there's just kisses...so #maybe it's ok #i dunno #you guys tell me!

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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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i would love to know your very specific eddie thoughts!!

HEHEHEHEH >:D

partial inspiration credits goes to @ofstarsandvibranium for THIS lovely post talking about cute dates with Eddie, one of which being roller skating. But also ever since I started playing derby I've been looking to do roller derby aus for literally every character under the sun so!

Eddie dating a derby girl!

You play banked track roller derby for the local league: The Hawkin's Derby Dolls!

Now realistically: banked-track derby had died out in the late 70′s and wasn't truly revived until the early 2000's in Austin, Texas, but for now we will pretend that roller derby was still a bustling sport in the eighties for my own little heart

Eddie thinks it’s the coolest thing in the fucking world

You’re slamming into other girls on a floor with an incline while roller skating? It’s the most badass thing he’s ever seen.

You guys met because you were always skating in town. On the sidewalk, the road, even in the mall, cackling away while some fucking mall security chased after you but you would always leave them in the dust. He was fucking obsessed with you.

You’re walking home from practice, when his van drives by and slows down to match your pace. He stick his head out of the window and smiles.

“Hey speedracer, you need a ride?”

During the drive you talk to him about roller derby, and he talks to you about music, turns out you guys like a lot of the same artists!

mans is literally on cloud nine: as if you could be any more perfect.

Drops you off and calls out to you “Maybe I’ll come by some time, watch you do your thing, yeah?”

“I’ll be looking for you, Munson.”

and he was done for.

Supportive boyfriend supreme right there, nobody can top him.

Has cancelled postponed hellfire so he can go see you play.

Never gives them a set reason though. He likes to make them wonder because he’s a dramatic son of a bitch.

“Sorry boys, but the oh-so mysterious dungeon master has more important plans for the evening. You go find somebody else to squawk at tonight.”

Cheering your derby name (Spawn of Skatan) so loud you would think he was performing a song.

“That’s my fucking girl! You got this!”

Gets the team shirt and everything.

At half time he’s jogging up to the team bench and pressing a kiss to the top of your helmet and “you’re kicking ass, babe. Just one half left and you ladies take home the win, alright?”

Definitely moments of anxiety watching you up there because holy shit do you get bruised up and the risk of injury is for real.

If you ever get knocked down and don’t get back up? He’s sprinting and jumping onto the track before anybody can say a work and taking you into his arms. Let them fucking try and stop him and he’ll swing.

When the bout is over though? Oh he’s cheering loud as hell. Win or Lose.

“That’s fucking right! That’s my girl right there!! fuck yeah!!”

running over and cupping your sweaty face in his hands and kissing you while your teammates hoot and holler.

“you're fucking amazing, baby-” “Eddie! I’m all sweaty and gross-” “Never stopped me before >:)” “eddie NO”

After you both sit down in a boot at your favorite diner, eating greasy burgers and dipping your fries in a strawberry shake as you remark on what went well and what didn’t, with some feedback from Eddie of course.

“It was hot as fuck when you slammed that one chick down, babes.”

he tries his best.

Afterwards you take a hot shower at his trailer and slip into bed where he holds you with gentle hands as he presses kisses to the bruises and scrapes that lines your body, soft praise being whispered between each one.

You're sore as can be the next day, but waking up in his arms makes it feel a big sweeter.

#a wip is in progress for this so uh. no stealy please :)#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #i have many more thoughts. both wholesome and nasty about this so if you want to talk about this SEND ME THINGSSSSS #the freak and the spawn of skatan #tag ill be using for them hehe #there actually IS a league called spawns of skatan #put a read more cause it was starting to get a little long lol #but yes i will write this and also talk about it until somebody tells me to shut up so psppspsspsppPSPSPSPSP COME HITHER

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skylarstark4826 · 3 months

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Soot and smoke covered the landscape, as they had every day on Ash Clan Island for as long as Varang could remember. The atmosphere seemed like a perpetual reminder that things here were always the same, without much guarantee of change. Varang knew that if she wanted something different and better there, she would have to do it with her own hands.

She got up at once, ready to start the day. She adjusted her robes around her chest and waist. She put a bracelet on her left arm, made of stones and leather, on her right arm, a more delicate bracelet. On her head, she placed back her headpiece, imitating the wings of a powerful toruk, in red, her ultimate symbol of authority. Her legs were wrapped in bandages. She grabbed her bow and some arrows, filling the morning with some hunting.

Before that, she had another place in mind to visit. She walked along the path that crossed the village, saw some people busy, taking care of the pa'li and ikran, returning with the morning's game in their hands, some women were weaving baskets and fabrics, men were building something with their instruments. It was a simple life, but it could be much better away from that isolated and hot place, yet it was what they knew as home.

Her followers greeted her, saying "I see you", Varang replied in a somber tone. After some more walking, she reached where she wanted. It had been a long time since she visited the bubbling springs. It was customary for her people to bathe there, usually at the end of the day, but as a leader, if she wanted time alone, it was very early in the morning that she had to go there.

She dove in carefully, letting the water warm her, even laying her head back and closing her eyes, enjoying the moment of relaxation. It felt good to be alone, but suddenly her mind led her to wonder what it would be like if she weren't alone there.

There was no suitor for Varang at the moment, not from her people, much less from another tribe. No one would make the free choice to become an outcast by allying themselves with the clan of those excluded and shunned by the rest of Pandora.

Tsahik Meylit warned her whenever she could about perpetuating her descendants, and since Varang's parents were no longer there to choose an intended for her, much less the Olo'eyktan herself, she had no one in mind to choose, even among her people, it was up to her to stay alone and postpone her eventual marriage a little longer.

Willing to leave such thoughts behind, she finished her shower and set about doing what she had come here to do. She walked some more until she found one of the volcanoes where she intended to hunt. She adjusted the equipment on her back and began climbing, carefully, but also with great agility and dexterity. A little safer, she bent down, preparing for the hunt, with the bow and arrow in position in her hands, she closed her eyes in concentration, her ears attentive to the sound twitching, waiting for the sound of a bird from the volcano.

Recognizing the cry of the nearest bird, Varang opened her eyes at once and aimed towards it, obtaining her kill. With the animal in hand, she returned to her hut, where she prepared it herself and enjoyed the meal. Already fed, she went to her main warrior, the leader responsible for training her warriors.

-I see you, Rayfu - she greeted him.

-I see you, Varang - he replied.

-Do you have the latest surveillance report? - she tried to find out.

-Yes, there is nothing out of the ordinary - he said - we had some windtraders, a Metkayina canoe on trip, but nothing more.

-Great work, keep watching and don't hesitate to call me if there's anything suspicious or an intruder - she instructed.

-I will do my duty, Olo'eyktan - Rayfu promised.

He had been a loyal soldier, understanding their cause and how hard he must fight to win the best for his people.

Varang watched the warriors training for a while and then returned to her hut. By the sun's position, it would soon be time to meet the tribe's elders. Kita, Weynan, Gatek and Noybi were the oldest members of the tribe and her advisors, although they did not always agree on everything.

-Olo'eyktan, I see you - Weynam, the oldest among the four greeted her - we bring you news and petitions from the people.

-Speak, Ma'Weynan - she requested.

-Young Embak is ready for his rite of passage, I would like it to happen on the next full moon - he requested.

-It will be done, Weynan - she promised.

-During the group's fishing, a new section of the river was found with more fish, we asked for your request to use it - The female elder Noybi asked.

-You can use it, as long as you don't cross the border - Varang recommended.

Before any other requests or questions were brought up by the other two elders, one of the warriors interrupted the meeting.

-Ma'olo'eyktan - said the warrior urgently - I'm sorry to interrupt you, but we have captured a foreign invader, I believe you would like to inspect him first hand.

-Sorry about that, elders, we will return when possible - Varang dismissed the four and followed the warrior in a hurry.

They walked together to the beach, the island's limit to the outside world. Soon Varang's sight saw the intruder being held by two more warriors. The first thing that caught her attention was that he wasn't struggling, on the contrary, he was weak and tired, almost as if he was letting himself be carried. Curiosity took over her, because this was no longer a common invasion situation, for that man to be so tired and haggard, he would certainly like shelter.

Furthermore, second elements that stood out were their non-tribal costumes, perhaps much more covered than any other Na'vi ever seen. His hair was too short to be a warrior, but his physical size said something else. Finally, she noticed his hands and feet, the extra finger and toe, like the sky people. Varang's mind made connections about the rumors they had heard, beings from another world invaded Pandora and could even replicate creatures just like the Na'vi. The man in front of her seemed to be one of those cases, being more than a rumor and becoming very real from now on.

-What do we have here? - Varang took a step forward to unravel that mystery, without hesitation, she touched his chin, making him look up, being able to see him much better.

She could tell, looking more closely at his face, that he was strong and even handsome, despite his small, yellow eyes.

-Who are you? What's your clan? Were you expelled? - she continued to ask, willing to prove if he was who she thought he was.

-I... lost myself from my people - said the man, sounding exhausted, surrendered - I am from the sky people, born among them.

-So you made the Omaticaya your enemies - Varang replied, confirming what she already imagined.

-They are, their leader is - the man specified.

Varang's mind, ambitious and wanting to take advantage of the advantage she had, decided to welcome the stranger. They had never come across one of the sky people so closely, but perhaps this man was the step of change she was looking for.

-Take care of his wounds, don't touch his mount, and after he's fed, bring him to me - she instructed, deciding once and for all, to welcome him among her own.

Back at her hut, Varang had a lot to think about. First, the man, being from the sky people, could teach them what he knew about them, putting the ash people at an advantage over the other clans. Having him with them could mean a bargain in the future, the sky people owould help the ash people, if they had one of their own among them. The man would be eternally indebted to Varang for sparing his life and offering him shelter.

However, she knew that to secure an alliance like this something very serious would have to be done. A pact of blood or fire might not have been enough for the sky man. Varang knew exactly what ensures such a thing and would give him security, marriage.

Marrying a stranger was a question she soon pondered, it could be dangerous for her, he could be aggressive, even cunning, even deceive her. However, she would do her utmost to constantly remind him that he owed her his life, no matter what method she would use. She would make it clear from the beginning that she was in charge there. Furthermore, looking at his state, she could teach him the ways of her people and mold him to what she wanted. Another advantage that Varang could not deny was that his different physical characteristics attracted her, his blue skin, nothing like her bluish gray, his yellow and small eyes, not large and orange, like hers and her people. His body was strong, showing that he was a warrior, the least suitable for an olo'eyktan's consort. So, she decided to make the stranger her husband.

Varang left his now made guest to rest and recover. Her healers warned her that he looked much better now, so she decided to put her plan into practice. She requested that the man be brought to her, waiting for him, sitting in her hut in an authoritative manner, purposefully.

-What is your name? - Varang started the conversation, this time, trying to get to know him.

-Miles Quaritch - he replied, looking scared through her eyes, but doing his best to still maintain the warrior pose, which she considered a good sign.

-Miles will be easier - she decided immediately - I am Varang, leader of the ash clan. From your size and injuries, and what little you said, you were a warrior of the sky people.

-Yes, my mission was to kill Toruk Makto - he continued succinctly in his words, very obedient, another good sign.

-A crazy mission, in order to get revenge for what he did to his people? - she speculated - well, you are the invaders here, they were defending themselves.

-We want... to guarantee the livelihood of my people, we need Pandora and that's why we are fighting for it - hesaid cautiously, but being true to her perception.

-I need Pandora too, my people need it - she explained - and I have been fighting for better lands just like you, but the other clans isolated us here and we had to adapt. From what I understand, you know of more effective ways of fighting than ours, so in light of that, I want to make you a proposal.

-Say it - he seemed very willing.

-I want you to be my ally, teach what you know to my people and you will have my warriors and me at your service - Varang offered.

-That sounds very good to me, but you want me to do something more than that, you want something from me - here, Miles demonstrated his acumen, something she was willing to work around.

-Precisely - she declared - it is the tradition of my people to honor important agreements with important ceremonies. An agreement like this must be sealed with a marriage.

-Marriage? Will you marry me? A complete stranger? - he reacted somewhat altered, his wide eyes showed her fear - wouldn't you find it more advantageous to marry someone from your people or from another clan?

-I already said that we don't get along well with other clans - she insisted - you showing up here is the best opportunity I'll have and believe me, in your case, you won't get out of here alive on your own, I'm the best you have to survive here.

Varang waited for the answer, she was willing to keep him alive, but under punishment, if his answer was negative. Still, she trusted her own power of persuasion to convince him of what she wanted, and in the end, achieve her goal.

-I accept your proposal, I'll marry you - he agreed, nodding slowly, submissively.

-You made a wise decision, Miles - she smiled, but made a point of showing that she expected obedience and loyalty from him - I promise once again, you won't regret it.

She stood up and closed the distance between the two, holding his arms, observing him in silence, letting his; face remain in her mind. Scared eyes looked back at her, so Varang released him.

-We will hold the ceremony today, at night - she explained in a more serious tone - get ready with our clothes and calm down, don't forget that you are now among allies.

-Yes ma'am - he said in a serious tone.

-Go now, I'll see you later - she dismissed him, recognizing some anxiety in her.

Miles left her in silence, his intended knew that a lot was going on in his mind.

After some time, Varang was sure of what she was doing. Marrying Miles would bring benefits not only to her people, but also to herself.

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