#me looking at God like: okay but should i come with a warning label?

[mirainawen]

me, about a month ago watching my coworker having that 'you have fundamentally altered my way of thinking and thus myself as well, this conversation will follow me forever' moment: oh this is why i came here. i only come into these places to change one small thing or person, and then i'm pulled on.

me, most likely quitting and moving on from this job soon: oprah.gif

#the Lord likes to take me into places for a short short season to turn something (usually someone) on their head. #that person is fundamentally changed and He makes the environment become steadily more and more uncomfortable #so that i do not settle. #and move on just in time for another door and the next thing that needs changed. #it's also why i have always felt i will not live a very long life. #even if i do. i will have always lived as if the time is short... and so the time is now. #mir talks #also coworker if you didn't want to be fundamentally altered you shouldnt have told me in Denver about #drinking way too much bc you were sad and looking the man in the mirror and telling him 'man what are you doing get it together' #like you were talking to a disappointing toddler. #guaranteed to have to have conversations that could. that would. will. change your life. #me looking at God like: okay but should i come with a warning label?

[baddiewiththebook]

ONE OF THE BOYS

-> While you pine hopelessly over your best friend, Eddie Munson. You hear the sentiment 'one of the boys' one too many times and you've decided to change that. All in the name of the one boy who won't even look at you, or so you think.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive themes [no smut]

-> a/n originally a one-shot, but I couldn’t help myself and wrote some more!

Part 1 [Part 2]

-> <-

Your heart sinks into the deepest pits of your chest. The tiny inconspicuous hole where no one would ever look. Your spirit lies under the earth, while Eddie lies bricks instead of dirt across your corpse. A quite violent death you have taken on.

“Are you still with us?” Gareth waves a hand in front of your face. Grease slips between his fingers from his two day old burger that your school pretends was freshly slapped on a grill that morning.

You squirm. “Sorry, what was that?”

“Eddie says you could come to practice,” he throws his hand up. “You’re one of the boys!”

Right.

Like someone had thrown water across your face, you slide theatrically to the floor in a puddle of you. Theatrically speaking - of course.

The lunchroom chatter dies in the back of your head like you just did a moment ago. You excuse yourself from the group, while claiming that you have forgotten your exam in the next class period and you should really put in at least a few moments of study time.

Your few moments are actually spent stowing yourself away in the ladies room.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe he asked you out!” A girl squeals. “What are you going to wear? Tell me everything!”

You had stopped your self doubting and your eternally ill fading romantic imaginations you came up with while you stare at the dull gaze in your eye behind the dirty spotted bathroom mirror. You should focus on your studies anyway. Failing your senior year of high school, again, was not on your list of to-do's.

Then again, the two girls gossiping were very pretty. You took notes. Hair full and down to her chest in length. The kind of hair Texas wishes they had. Cheeks were plump, and dusted pink with some powder of sorts. Full lips covered in sweet strawberry gloss. You can smell their gloss from just a sink away. That, or perhaps that was their perfume. Sweet and feminine.

“I'm sorry,” one of them notices you staring, while she applies a thick coat of her lip-gloss. 'Strawberry Dream' is what the little label on the tube reads. “Are we being loud?”

“No, no,” you shake your head.

“Okay,” she sings awkwardly, before continuing the conversation her friend had started. “Anyway, Josie, I think we should go shopping for a new outfit. Oh! I - so - need a new gloss. Something sexy!”

“Sexy?” You accidentally slip the words, before you could stop yourself.

The girl cocks her head. “Do you usually eavesdrop?”

Not that they weren’t talking in front of her.

“My bad,” you tug at the ends of your t-shirt. “Erm- you’re trying to impress this boy?”

“Yes,” she says simply. “Do you have some sort of advice?”

Looking you up and down, she spots the stains from your lunch at your chest. Trying not to snort and jeer at your expense, she waits for you to respond. Her cocky tight lipped smile says enough.

“Actually,” you reply. “I- Why don’t you try being yourself? He clearly likes you to ask you out, so maybe you could tone it down?”

“Tone it down?” She frowns. “Like you? Tell me er- girl of some sort- how many dates have you gotten with that fresh out of bed look you wear every single day. You look like a shy boy. Yeah, I see you around. You’re small like a shrimp. You need to be shark in these waters or your going to get your head bitten off. Put on a bra. A low cut top. And, maybe some blush to hide that dead corpse face you wear-,”

“It’s my skin-,”

“When you get a date, then you get an opinion. Got it?”

“Got it,” you zip your lips. What a bitch.

-> <-

Practice, as the group of men slamming poorly synchronized chords together, is held at Gareth’s garage promptly after school. You did not participate in the noise, but rather you sit in a lawn chair onlooking. Fanning yourself with your hands, sweat glistens across your skin like armor.

Your friends finish their set. Eyes on you, you cheer for their noise that will surely draw eyes from the neighborhood. Someone will be by soon to tell the boys to quiet their racket, and to perhaps indulge themselves in a new activity like reading a book. The Book, perhaps.

“You’re getting better,” you propose promisingly.

Eddie nudges your shoulder with a fist on his way to the cooler to grab a cold soda. You pretend like your heart didn’t just stop inside of your chest.

“I told you, guys,” Eddie has been raving to his band mates (and occasional D&D players) that you, his B.F.F., wasn’t going to ruin practice. That just because you might have a new rack and hips hidden underneath this t-shirt wasn’t going to change any dynamic within the group.

They all agreed about this while staring at your ever growing chest and hips. You cover your chest again, before speaking out of turn.

“Are you ever going to preform these songs?” You ask the group.

Eddie’s plush lips touch the bottle his soda came in. Condensation from the glass dripped across his chin and down his neck to the exposed flesh of his chest.

And, they were so worried about you “developing.” Here you are, eyeballing your best friend like you haven’t ever seen him before. Suddenly, you woke up one morning and you were obsessed with him!

It isn’t like that at all. You didn’t know when you began having feelings for your best friend. Somewhere between living next to each other in the trailer park. Sneaking out after your curfew to splash in Lovers Lake (Eddie’s favorite way to wash off his worries). And, the times you tripped over your own clumsiness when Eddie was the first to rescue you. You might have just fallen into his eyes you stared at them so long. Maybe- maybe that’s when something changed.

No more boys and girls - there are men and women. High school changes us - all of us. There’s science behind it all, you suppose. You took health courses, but no scientific explanation could bring you to figure out how you were completely enamored by your best friend.

Your best friend, who is sweating underneath the heat of the garage. Finding himself without options, he strips his shirt.

“Hold this for me,” he says like there’s no issue. Because there was no issue for him, you’re alone in your feelings. Classic.

“Sure,” you fold his shirt up in your lap, while resisting the urge to inhale his scent like a trained dog trying to find a missing person. Or, like an addict getting their fix for the first time in days.

“And, yes,” Eddie announces, before slamming down a new chord. “Come watch us at the Hideout!”

“Really?!”

“Sure,” Gareth speaks for his friend. “If you want.”

“I’ll come,” you ask, “What time?”

“We’ll start setting up around six in the evening, but we’re not set to play until seven,” Eddie explains to you. “Friday.”

You nod. “I’ll be there!”

“Oh, Eddie!” Gareth grabs his attention. “You gonna bring Roxie?”

Roxie Martin? Now, she’s a hot pair of tits in a mini skirt. Full scarlet lips, Rockin’ Roxie, as some people called her, was a She Devil in human skin. Sinking her teeth into her pray, she poisons them with feminine venom. She doesn’t even have to sing them a tune, for men will follow her into the depths of the vast blue ocean without question.

Some just thought she was a slut in heels, though.

Whatever story floats.

Eddie strums a sour note.

“Dude, I’m just teasing,” his friend snickers.

Eddie scolds his friend, then the group of boys begin to slam on their instruments some more.

You sat there for hours watching Eddie slobber over his guitar. Sweat glistened down across his skin. His fingers striking each chord by heart as he did every night. Touching the strings expertly with the tips of his cherry red fingers. He begun feeling sore towards the end of the night, and the guys agree that it would probably be a good opportunity to turn in for the night.

Practice would resume tomorrow.

And you were forever and eternally frustrated.

-> <-

“Robin,” you slouched over the clear candy bowl labeled ‘Free.’ “I need to be a girl.”

Robin jabs away at the keypad of the store computer that is clearly frozen. While she might be renting out videos to people, Robin’s shit with technology.

That gave her more time to ignore her responsibilities, however, and acknowledges to your moping. With an arched brow, she sucks in her lips and she lets them go with a loud pop.

“You are a girl,” she states the obvious, while appearing to look down at your chest. “Or- so I think.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you stuff more candy into your mouth like a starved squirrel just coming out from hibernation. Squirrels hibernate, don’t they? Whatever.

“What ever could you possibly mean?” She props herself up onto her elbows.

There was a time when you were a child that a mean boy kicked dirt on you at the playground. Swooping in like your knight in shining armor, Eddie came to you to brush the dirt from your clothes and to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Feeling outcasted, Eddie surrounded himself in the weaker kids. The kids that enjoy recess sitting on the brick wall of their school, or close by the door to wait for your teachers to let you back inside.

You read books with him during quiet reading because he didn’t know how to keep the letters from mixing together. Eddie would apologize for his hair being frizzy, and all over the place. You thought he was funny looking like that.

Sometimes you wish you could go back to the good old days where your heart didn’t sing in your chest whenever your childhood best friend was near. You wish the aching in your bones would sooth itself instead of feeling fuzzy every time Eddie greeted you at a whisper from behind. That his strong hand touching you like a doll would become friendly again, and less like you want to shove him against the lockers to kiss his pretty face.

You knew better.

Yet, here you are.

Say it had something to do with what happened yesterday. Roxie’s sexy. You want her sexy. Not her. But, just the sexy. And, whoever was in the bathroom was right. You’re much more than a baggy t-shirt and a pair of denim on your legs. You grew up during the summer, and so what if you want to show off a bit. You earned your assets.

“I can’t tell you,” you put out there for Robin to read. “You’ll blab to Steve, and Steve will tell- doesn’t matter.”

You wait for her to speak, but Robin never does. She blinks at you.

“There’s this boy-,”

“A boy?!” Her voice echoes against the furthest most walls.

You wave your hands. “Robin!”

“Go on!”

“I just - I want to grow up a little.”

The jangle of the front door opening broke their conversation apart. There was nothing elegant about Eddie Munson. He slammed his jacket into the stand of desperately rentable tapes. The display wobbled. Swiveled. And, slammed into the floor. The video tapes splattered.

“Dude!” Robin huffs. “I just put those up!”

Eddie scrambles to rescue the mess. “My bad, Robs. You know? You might not want to put these right in front of the walkway. ‘Could get knocked over - see?”

Robin knew Eddie from class. Smart mouth guy with a lot to say about literature. He held a lot in his head, but once he got to a piece of paper, he could just go.

“The usual, Eddie?”

Oh, and he also rented out the same tape once a week for the past three weeks. It was a Rated R film that had a single one minute scene of a nude woman on top of a man she was suffocating. Not with her boobs- with his belt.

Robin snaps back into reality.

“Eh, looking for something new,” he fixed the display, before joining the girls at the register. “Suggestions?”

Robin slams her palm against the monitor. “Stupid thing is still frozen. Oh! Did you hear your little pal has a crush on a boy?”

“Robin!” You cringe. Turning into the wallpaper sounds really nice right about now. Hell, you’ll fix that computer if it gets Robin off the topic of you.

Anyone, she can blab to anyone, but Eddie. Where was Steve when you needed him? Oh, you are so screwed!

“What? It’s just Eddie!”

Just Eddie - yeah, Robin, that’s the problem.

“A crush? On who?” Eddie scoffs out loud.

Your jaw goes agape. “Are you saying I can’t have a crush on someone?”

“No, I just- you’re one of the guys!”

“She can’t be one of the guys forever,” Robin defends you. Perhaps she saw you twitch. “She’s a girl underneath those stains.”

You brush your dirty t-shirt.

“Robin-,”

“What? Whoever this boy is, he’s shit out of luck if he doesn’t see what we all see,” your friend continues.

Eddie teeters his balance back and forth on each foot.

“I’m going to go look for a movie,” he says.

Robin ignores him shuffling into the isles. “I’m just saying if he doesn’t like you back that is his loss. Right?”

You peak around for any sight of Eddie. His frizzy mane is locked onto a movie in the farthest isle.

“Oh my god,” Robin follows your gaze. “Oh my god! This is big- no, huge- I can’t believe before my eyes your friends to lovers trope-,”

“Robin! Hush!” You whisper at a much louder volume than you anticipate.

Yet, here comes Eddie back to the counter without a film in hand. Robin shoots you a glance that screams that she’s about to burst like a toddler who has to pee, but they can’t get their overalls off.

“Can’t find anything?” Robin intertwined her fingers in front of her.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Eddie sighs.

The sound that came from Robin’s lips could have been the earth splitting in two, and trying to suck her in or the angels above calling her back to heaven. She’s a bit eccentric.

Oh, God, you think she’s plotting.

“Actually,” she settles. “I have a film back here that we haven’t set out on shelves yet.”

“Is it a romance?” He guesses purely based on the actors gazing longingly on the front cover. “Robin, I don’t do romance.”

“Obviously,” she says as a matter-of-fact. “Anyway, this is a mystery. Hm? You know? Like clues and shit.”

“Clues and shit?”

“Maybe,” you signal ‘no’ to Robin, but she blatantly ignores you, “you two can watch it together. Hm? Solve the mystery, before the show ends? Let me know what you think!”

“Robin-,” Eddie begins, but Robin is already scanning the tape to rent out.

“It’ll be fun!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I’ll see you around six for a movie night like old times?”

You mask your embarrassment. Nodding in a set agreement, Eddie left with the film still eyeing the cover like it had just insulted him.

“How could you do that?” You shame her.

Robin shrugs her shoulders, while dancing behind the counter like a relationship fairy.

“Oh! You’ll need something to wear by then!” She shouts to her coworker. “Steve! I’m not feeling well! Will you be okay for the rest of the day?!”

“Ah ha,” Steve appears like he’s been waiting for permission to enter the conversation. “You’re not leaving me here by myself!”

“What was that? I can’t hear you,” she points to her ear, as she’s setting her jacket over her shoulders. “Ear ache.”

“Robin!”

“Huh? Oh, thank you!” She shuffles herself and you out the front door.

Warm air meets you outside. Although you wished to take off another layer, you felt practically naked as is. Cotton blend shirts were thick in these spring days. The same could be said for your denim jeans.

“Won’t he be mad?” You ask.

Robin snorts. “Steve? No.”

No explanation given - no explanation necessary. Robin and Steve were like a pair of siblings at most times. Although, knowing Steve had a thing for Robin at some point made the analogy much creepier than it should have been.

You drive yourself and Robin back to your home where your family was not. They’re out of town for the whole week doing an anniversary trip. Figuring your of the age to take care of yourself, they’ve left you by yourself with only the responsibility of keeping the home clean.

“What are we looking for?” You sit on your made bed hugging one of your pillows to your chest, while Robin riffles through your closet.

Robin shoves another dress across the hanger to the disapproved pile. Her grunts and sighs are discouraging as is, but rather her blatant disregard that you like some of those clothes is hurting even more. Or, maybe you like those clothes. You haven’t gone shopping in a while.

“Do you own anything that isn’t from Forever 40?” She jokes heartily.

You tilt your head to one side. “I like my clothes.”

“Well, we don’t have time for shopping,” she scans around your room for something. Jostling your clean laundry, your papers across your desk and the drawers under them - she finally lets out an, “Ah, ha!”

You groan. “Are you going to clean your mess?”

Clearly ignoring you, Robin holds up a sharpened pair of scissors like a magic wand. Holding one of your plain shirts in the air, she begins slicing away at every angle.

“Hey!” You protest.

She pauses. “Right, put it on.”

“Rob, that’s my favorite shirt!”

“I’ll buy you another one,” she shoves your head through the hole, and continues sniping at the edges. Fondling your chest, she measures where the top of your breast lies. “Hey! Your the first woman to let me touch their boobs. Congrats!”

You laugh at this. “Robin, as your friend, you can touch my boobs any time you need a fix.”

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” she jokes back. With one more snip, she steps away from you. “You have any skirts? No, of course you don’t. Jeans will have to do.”

You couldn’t hear Robin’s tangent. In the standing mirror hung on your wall, you saw someone new. Surely, she moves when you move. Her chest bounces while she breathes. That tan from the summer on the beach is touching her skin in a most devilish manor. You hold your chin a bit higher seeing what a few snips from craft scissors will do.

“Makeup!” Robin insists.

Pink rouge presses into your cheekbones. Those cheekbones you earned from your grandmother. That’s always the compliment your mother spoke. And, mascara coated thickly across your eyelashes. Your lashes are rather short, but with that black mascara you were seeing yourself glow with confidence.

Lip gloss that tasted like honey-

“In case you’re kissing any boys tonight,” she clicks the tube together with the wand. “My dear, you’re ready.”

You take a spin in the mirror.

“I hardly recognize myself,” you touch your hair.

Robin slaps your hand away. “Don’t mess that up, before Eddie gets here. Oh! And, look at the time, I should go.”

You’re left by yourself for another hour. Twiddling your thumbs, and checking your makeup by the minute. Eventually, you pop popcorn in the microwave and place the bowl in the center of the coffee table in the living room. You twist the bowl around, so you can’t see the chip on the side from when you dropped the bowl a few years ago.

Tapping your foot against the plush carpet beneath your feet, you travel between worlds where you feel ridiculous for dressing up like this, but you also feel hot.

Denim cuts at your waist, and you begin to doubt wearing jeans instead of pajamas. You never wore jeans after you got home. Eddie will surely know what’s up.

You have no time to change your mind because the doorbell rings through the quiet house. Stillness - as if moving would threaten your life somehow. Then, again, the doorbell sings.

You drag the sweat from your hands onto the back of your jeans. Jeans that you should have changed to shorts. He’ll see right through your ruse!

You settle your nerves with one more glance over in the mirror in your little entryway. When you open the front door, Eddie’s tickling the lavender your mom set out on the front porch last week.

“What? Your shirt go through a lawnmower?” Was the first thing he says.

You knew it.

“Erm-,”

“I brought the movie, and beer,” he held up the movie and a six pack he snaked off of his uncle. “Come on, I’m freezing out here.”

Eddie doesn’t ask where anything is. He’s been here so many times before, birthdays, holidays and any time your mother has just come back from the supermarket with “the good snacks.”

You knew each other for some time, which is probably why he’s never going to see you as someone other than his best friend. Why would you think about that? You had a shot, right?

“I popped popcorn,” you pointed in the living room.

“Sick,” he drops down into your couch. “We can go ahead and start the movie - the guys will be here soon.”

“The guys?” You blurt.

“Well, yeah,” Eddie says. “Like old times?”

“Right,” the light in your eye fades, and you just hope Eddie can’t sense the hesitance in your tone.

In the next hour, your quiet date night that had been set up by your overly optimistic friend, swirls in the direction that it is always meant to be. You squish into the couch arm rest, while Gareth battles Eddie over the movie choice. Although, this time the boys came to an agreement that this was not an action movie like Robin promised Eddie earlier.

“Where’s the gore?!” Gareth flings popcorn at the television screen. “Throw her off the ledge!”

“You want to see an innocent woman flung to her death?” You snap at him.

A piece of popcorn drops from Gareth’s mouth, and into his awaiting lap. You didn’t come to raising your tone with the boys unless something truly bothers you. Clearly, by the tightness in your chest, some of the anger spills over the edge. Quite like the woman dangling the man’s waist.

“Never mind,” you stand. “I’m going to make more popcorn.”

Taking the bowl from Eddie, you stow away in the comfort of your kitchen. Before your mother left for her trip, a folded note stacked on the island told you to not bring anyone over. But, if you are going to have boys over, she asks that you use protection. She has a wild imagination if she thinks her daughter has a sex life.

She must have passed this onto you. You toss yourself at someone, who obviously holds no similar feelings as you do. This whole night was a bust. Your eyes itch from the mascara. Your lips bled from when you chewed on them like they’re your last meal. At least the color matches with your lip gloss that you reapplied many times in the bathroom when you need a break from the crowd in your living room. And, you can’t feel your waist anymore. Tingling below the belt - and for all the wrong reasons.

“You okay?” Gareth’s voice startles you.

You spin around, and he’s there standing where the carpet meets the linoleum.

A yell from the living room suggests something mortifying must have happened in the film like the boy finally kissing the girl, or perhaps saying something romantic.

“Yeah,” you blink. “Just- making more popcorn.”

Gareth doesn’t say anything about the popcorn bags sitting on the counter next to him, but the room reads itself. You scamper over to the bag, before ripping the plastic and the bag apart by accident sending kernels across the floor. Gareth meets you at the floor below.

“Shit,” you sniff. “I’ll get the broom.”

“Hey,” he grabs your arm, before you can run off again. “What’s going on?”

You sit next to the mess on the floor letting out a gust of air from your lungs that you’ve been holding onto for dear life.

“It’s stupid,” you tell him.

Gareth moves a piece of your hair from in front of your face. “What?”

You look at him for the first time. Between you two, you didn’t have to say a word he didn’t already know. Because while you’re chasing Eddie, Gareth’s warm heart is following after you. You’re blind to him before.

“Eddie’s not going to like me back, is he?” You whisper at an almost inaudible volume. Dabbing at your eye, you wipe the single tear threatening to break the damn.

Gareth sits next to you with his arms wrapped around his knees.

“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “I think he just hasn’t woken up yet. He does talk about you a lot when your not around.”

“Really?”

“You scare him,” Gareth lets out a breathy laugh. “In a good way. He- he’s never had someone to rely on in his life besides his uncle. And, if what Eddie says is true, you’ll never truly change to please anyone. You’re loyal, and your funny. You’re beyond beautiful. The Goddesses shrivel in your light-.”

Your cheeks heat up.

“Okay, I might have added that last part,” he admits. “But, you never know if you don’t try.”

You reach out for his hand. “Thank you, Gareth.”

He squeezes your hand. “Anytime.”

You say. “And I- I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Erm- you know.”

“I guess I do,” he looks away. “I’ll be fine.”

You toss a popcorn kernel Gareth’s direction hoping to lighten the mood. Gareth snorts and tosses one back.

“We should clean up,” you tell him.

Gareth agrees. “Oh, and - when I said you don’t change, I meant it.”

You pull at your half shirt. “Yeah, I don’t think this is me. Everyone just kept telling me to stop dressing like a boy.”

“Trust me,” Gareth suggests. “You do not look like a boy.”

“Oh, shut up,” you gather yourself on your own two feet. “I don’t know - I kind of like the look, but maybe tone it down a bit?”

“I’ll get the broom,” Gareth says leaving your question unanswered. "Oh, and I promise to keep myself and the guys out of your way the next time Eddie suggests we all have a 'movie night'" at your house."

"You caught onto that?"

"It's a classic move," he sweeps. "I can't say I wasn't going to try it on you some day."

"Well, I'm sorry that it won’t work out between us," you assure him.

"I'll survive," he won’t really look at you now, only at the task at hand. "Besides, I know how great of a guy Eddie is. If you do go out with him, there’s no hard feelings."

Gareth sweeps every last kernel from the floor, then uses the dust pan to scoop them up and finally tosses them into the bin. By the time he's done scoping out every inch of your floor, you're done popping a new bag of popcorn.

The movie night continues without a hitch (aside from the merciless damning of the film coming from each of the boys in your home). Your eye on the one man, who could never look at you the way you do him. But, you don't know that for sure.

Because, as soon as you look away, Eddie's full attention is on you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson preference #angst

[byechristopher]

can u do a fic where chris and reader are dating but reader gets insecure because she sees all these old pics and vids of chris with this girl he used to be with but they talk about it and they say to each other they're in love for the first time this is bad sorry but i'm lowkey sad and need this

Trust Me.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO FLUFF.

Author's note: Hey there, thank you for the request! Now, I didn't know how to bring up the old photos, so y e s, I used snapchat memories (happened to me, so..). I hope you like it either way. 🤍 Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: None, sliiight angst. Did not proofread!

Usually, I'm not one to stare at people, but when it comes to Chris, I can never resist, even when he's doing the simplest tasks. We've only been dating for a couple of months, and while I wouldn't label myself as "obsessed," I find myself captivated by him.

My thoughts are interrupted by Chris (not that I mind) as I sit on the pavement, and he bends over to gently kiss the top of my head, his hands cupping my cheeks. I smile and grasp his hands, looking up at him to see his beautiful smile.

"Beautiful day today, huh?" he says, sitting down beside me, his head tilted back, soaking in the sunshine.

I gaze at him, appreciating the way the sun highlights his curls, makes his skin glow, and brings out the pink in his lips and the icy blue of his eyes. God.

"Yes, very beautiful," I chuckle, joining him in looking up at the sky, letting the sun caress my face as well.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" he smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him so that he can press a kiss on my cheek.

"Yes, yes. Can I play that game on your phone?" I grin, knowing he is not able to resist that and he chuckles, giving me his phone.

"Here you go, babe."

He leaves and I immediately unlock his phone. I want to start the game but a notification from snapchat pops up and I accidentally press on it. I roll my eyes because it is one of these "memories" thingies, it said two years ago.

When it opens, my stomach drops. A few pictures and a video of Chris and his ex girlfriend are under this notification. I know I shouldn't feel anything but I do. Especially when I see how tightly he's holding her, the way he looks into her eyes. The video is my last straw – he's cupping her cheeks while pressing kisses all over her face, saying over and over again how much he loves her. He sounds very genuine. He's never told me he loves me. Ouch.

I quickly close the app and lock his phone, not in the mood to play any of the games on his phone anymore. I can't fathom my emotions – perhaps because I've already fallen for him, and the fact that he might not love me just yet triggers an unsettling feeling within me. Not a positive one.

I go back inside the apartment because I am not in the mood to enjoy any type of sunshine either, so when he's done and he doesn't see me there, he gets confused.

"Babe? Where are you?" his shouts reach me, and I take a deep breath, wondering whether I should tell him anything or just leave it be.

"Hey, I'm up here." I say, standing on top of the stairs as I look down at him.

His smile brightens and he starts walking up the stairs to meet me – he's got a fresh hoodie on now, his hair is damp and the fact that he looks like the cutest human being on earth doesn't help with the fact that I want to cry.

"Why'd you leave? I thought you wanted to stay outside for a while," he questions, pulling me close for a kiss.

"Yeah, just not in the mood," I shrug, failing to force a smile before heading to the bedroom.

"Babe." he follows, concerned, "is there something wrong?" he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"No.. just.. everything's fine." I realise how stupid I will sound if I say anything so now I am just stuck with my mood swings.

"You know you can tell me everything, yes?" he gets on his knees right in front of me as I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, placing his hands on my thighs and giving them a small reassuring squeeze.

I look down at him, then down to my fingers, really considering telling him now. With a small sigh, I cover my face with both hands, "I accidentally opened your snapchat memories." I say, really getting embarrassed now, "and it was you.. with.. yeah."

I can hear him sighing as well, knowing what I'm talking about, but he doesn't say anything for a while. Instead, he grabs my hands gently pulling them away from my face, bringing them both close to his lips so he can kiss them.

"Baby.. you know this means absolutely nothing now, right?" his voice is so sweet and gentle, like honey, it makes me want to cry.

"I know.. please, I just.. I don't know why I'm feeling this way." I know exactly why I'm feeling that way but I would never tell him that, he'd be so uncomfortable. Especially if he doesn't love me back just yet.

"It's normal, I think I would feel the same way if I saw you with your ex." he nods, still pressing kisses to the palms of my hands, "but you need to know that you're the only one I see. For a very long time now." his eyes look sincere as he makes sure to keep eye contact with me no matter how much I avoid it.

I don't say anything, I only nod – he gets up and quickly picks me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist as he sits at the edge of the bed with me in his lap this time. His hands touch me everywhere, my thighs, my waist, my back, my hair – his touch is feather-like, it feels dreamy.

"You know, baby.." he speaks with his gentle voice, "..I might not talk about my feelings as much as you do, but that doesn't mean I don't feel as much as you do." he buries his hand in my hair, his lips close to my ear, pressing kisses there and on my cheek.

I don't have the time to say anything because he continues, "I'm very, very bad when it comes to expressing my feelings, I think you know that by now." he chuckles a bit, making me smile a little bit, "but what I'm feeling for you, I don't think I've ever experienced before." he says and I don't want to get my hopes up but my heart definitely does something, "the moment I saw you, I knew. And that scared me. The fact that my heart felt something, by just looking at you."

I pull back just a bit to look at him, his hands now cupping my cheeks, caressing my skin, "and still to this day, even after all these months, I still feel the same way I felt when I first saw you." he presses his forehead against mine, kissing my lips every now and then, "I am.. madly in love with you, baby." he whispers and I almost widen my eyes.

"What–" only this word comes out of my mouth but I want to grab him and kiss him and tell him a million things. But nothing else comes out and my heart starts beating fast, like crazy.

"Yes. I am sorry if it's too soon for you. But I wanted to say it to you since like.. the first month. I just didn't want you to think of me as a weirdo.." he chuckles and I chuckle, too, "and anyway, you know I don't necessarily like expressing my feelings but sometimes it is necessary for the both of us."

"I am in love with you too.." I smile, my arms wrapping around his neck to bring him even closer to me, "and I have been for a while now." I whisper against his lips.

"Shit. You're doing it again.." he whispers, his smile so big, "the thing. My heart." he whispers again and I laugh softly.

"Stop. I love you." I say and my heart feels at peace.

He smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist again, hugging me close before kissing me again, "I love you too."

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff #fanfiction #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo imagines #imagines #christopher sturniolo imagine #sturniolo imagine #imagine #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher owen sturniolo #one shot #one-shot #oneshot #sturniolo one shots #fluff #chris sturniolo angst #angst #angst with a happy ending #x reader

[stardewstardropthoughts]

How about the farmer and bachelor hiding in a small place. Like they are hips and chest pressed against each other. The farmer doesn't noticed but the bachelor is going wild over the limit space between them. You can make it nsfw I don't mind! :)

This took me forever to get to I’m so sorry! Also these are mostly just lewd as opposed to like whole nsfw but Sebastian and Alex’s got full nsfw 😂

Content warnings: mostly gender neutral reader except Sebastian’s is afab reader, reader calls Sebastian daddy once, Theyer long as hell, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE

Small spaces but big opportunities with the bachelors

Shane:

He wanted to come to the mines with you, mostly out of curiosity but also because he wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything to dangerous

Thankfully the level that you had gone to didn’t have to many monsters on it and while he still thought that maybe it wasn’t the best place, he could see the appeal

At least until you both fell into a kinda deep very narrow pit

He landed flat on his ass and you landed unceremoniously on his lap, very much straddling him

After making sure neither of you were seriously injured you began to look around

“How on earth are we gonna get out of this? Does this happen to you often in the mines?”

Shane’s very concerned and trying very hard to ignore your chest being almost in his face

“Well no, I mean the tv said I’d have bad luck today but I didn’t think anything of it!”

Shane stares at you blankly for a moment “the tv said…okay we can unpack that later, for now we should figure this out”

He tried to shift around a bit but quickly stopped as the friction of your body rubbing against the crotch of his pants caught him off guard, thank god it’s a little dark and you can’t see the red now painting his face

He’s got his hands resting on your thighs, you try shifting around to see if you can maybe stand up but his grip tightens and you could almost swear he moaned a little bit

“You okay? You said you weren’t hurt! What hurts? Do you need a health elixir? I have extra in my bag”

“No, no sweetheart that’s not it, I’m not hurt just, fuck”

You just noticed the bulge straining against his shorts and pressing against your inner thigh

“Oh” you hadn’t noticed until now that he had gotten hard

“Fuck I’m so sorry I-“ he got cut off as you ground down against him

“Shit sweetheart, you sure you wanna start this right now?” He’s practically growling out his words with how gravely and husky his voice is currently

“Never been more sure, sir”

He has a sir kink, fight me on it

He tightens his grip on your hips to help you grind against him while he smashes his lips against yours in a very heated kiss

Harvey:

You were in the tiny medical closet at his clinic looking for some gauze he had asked you to grab for him so he could restock the drawer

It was taking a moment though so he came to check on you and ultimately the door accidentally shut behind him

It locks from the outside automatically

Harvey is now chest pressed to your back due to the confined space in the closet, hardly enough room for you to try and turn around

“Well hey there doc, whatcha need?”

“The doors locked and maru doesn’t get here for another hour, this wasn’t supposed to happen”

He’s trying not to focus on how warm you feel pressed against him, how perfectly your body fits against his, and how the sudden proximity has his dick stirring in his pants

You’re squinting to see in the dark closet and all but have to stand on your tippy toes to read if the label in front of you reads gauze

“Just as well because this feels like a lost cause, how do you find anything in here?”

Your ass brushes against the growing bulge in his pants and he has to stifle a groan at the contact

“We can find it later, just stay still please”

He’s sounds strained, and then you can feel it pressing into your back

“Harvey, are you hard right now?”

This mans spilling apologies from his lips so quickly

“I’m so sorry this was never meant to happen your just very pretty and being stuck in the little closet with you isn’t helping and-“

You cut him off by bringing a hand around your back and gently grabbing his bulge

“I don’t mind, gives us something to do in the meantime” you would wink at him but you arnt facing him and the rooms dark

“I- are you sure? I want this but I need to know you want this as well”

You’ve been pining after the doctor for like a year and a bit at this point so of-course you want this

“Yes I want this Harvey, touch me, please”

How could he say no when you ask so politely

Sam:

Not so much trapped in a closet together as it is playing seven minutes in heaven at a party Abigale was throwing

You picked his name out of a hat and then got promptly shoved into a very small closet with him

Chest to chest, Harley enough space to breath without feeling his heart beat against you

“We uh, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to”

He’s always considerate of your comfort

“Time starts now! Have fun~” you could hear Abigail’s voice fading away as she walked back down the hallway

“Sooooooooooo, think there’s a light in here orrrrr we just gonna make out in the dark?”

You meant to ease the tension with a little joke but god do you wanna kiss him

He’s taking the dive, hands on either side of your face as he presses his lips to yours

With only a little struggle in the confined space you managed to wrap your arms around his neck

Soon he’s trailing kisses down your neck, leaving little bites here and there just so he can hear the way you try not to whine

Your hands down the front of his jeans slowly stroking him

“Fuck sweetheart, wish we had more time. Wanna take this to your place?”

Yes you do in-fact want to take this to your place

Which is just as well because Abigale is knocking on the closet door to tell you your times up and that you both better have pants on

Elliott:

Had he meant to be stuck in a small crevice in the forest with the farmer directly underneath him? No

But his little outings don’t seem to want to go to plan these days

He does however, appreciate the view of you, underneath him red faced as he tries to find a way to get up that doesn’t involve accidentally standing on you

“Must be exhausting holding yourself up like that, you can lay down I don’t mind a human weighted blanket”

God your adorable

Only lets some of his weight rest on you

“Well, this isn’t the best circumstances but even so you still look absolutely ravishing”

Meant that to be an inside thought but alas, it became an outward thought. He wishes lightning would strike him if that didn’t mean you would also be in harms way

“Well your not half bad yourself handsome, lemme just”

You gently pull his hair back into a ponytail with a hair elastic you keep on your wrist for him

That’s all he needs to lose composure, soon enough y’all are making out in the crevice

Wondering hands and gentle nips across your neck are enough to get small gasps out of you

God you sound amazing he thinks

But he’s not about to bed you in a hole in the ground, he’s more romantic then that

But the moment y’all get out and head back to his beach shack?

Soft gasps turn to moans, hushed whispers turn to loving praises, wondering hands stray further beyond the elastic of your underwear as he shows you just how good he can be with his hands

Sebastian:

You and him went swimming, despite his dislike of the activity he was always willing to go with you

You had wanted to explore a little cave like opening in the stone of the mountains near the lake and he came with you to make sure your good

And that’s how you end up here, stuck pressed against each other in your swimsuits, stuck between two particularly close stone walls

Sebastian’s trying to look anywhere but at you to avoid popping the most awkward boner in existence

“Well this is less then ideal, sorry Sebastian I didn’t think we would get stuck”

You feel a bit bad since you know he’s probably pretty uncomfortable right now

“Th-that’s okay, not your fault”

He has one hand behind your head so you don’t accidentally smack it on the hard rocks, his other hand is on your waist because it felt right to place it there

“Well, atleast the suns setting so you won’t get burnt”

“And we’re basically skin to skin so we probably won’t freeze”

He tried to lighten the mood a bit, it worked since you let out an airy laugh

“Could be worse, atleast I get the hot emo boy to keep me company”

Now he’s blushing, from chest to forehead just red

“You think I’m hot?”

Definitely had a voice crack in that statement but you ignore it much to his prides pleasure

“Absolutely, hottest guy in town”

Your trying to kill him he’s convinced but atleast he’ll die happy

“Fuck baby you can’t just say shit like that while pressed against me”

You can feel his erection pressing into your stomach

“Hmmmmmm maybe I’m prepared for the consequences”

The hand that was on your waist gently wraps around your neck as he pulls you into a heated kiss, tongue exploring the inside of your mouth while you gasp against him

You manage to bring your legs up enough to sort of trap his hips against yours as you grind against him

He moans against your lips before pulling back to trail kisses down your neck, leaving a few hickeys on whatever spots seem particularly sensitive

Meanwhile you’ve pulled his cock out of his swim shorts and lined him up with your cunt, gently rubbing the head through your folds for a moment before grinding your hips down just enough to sheath him inside

“Fuck, so fucking tight around me baby”

You whine into his skin as you hide your face into his neck, he’s gently thrusting into you as much as the little space will allow him to do

One of his hands travels between your body’s to start rubbing little circles on your clit while you fist your hands into his hair

“Shit seb, feels so fucking good”

He whines quietly at your praise as he can feel the knot forming in his stomach, he’s close to cumming but thankfully so are you

“Not gonna last much longer baby, cum with me, yeah? Think you can be a good girl and cum with daddy?”

Your nodding frantically as you start to spasm around him, milking his cock for all its worth

He slams his hips into you once more as deep as he can before filling your warm walls with his cum

Somehow all the movement you guys have done has wedged you free, no longer stuck in a tight spot your heading back to his place for round two

Alex:

You and Alex were exploring the deep woods together because he wanted to know what types of things you do in your day to day

He was not expecting the woods to be full of slimes trying to kill you but ya know, it’s always an adventure with the farmer

That’s how you end up in a small cave pressed against each other while you patch up a small wound on his thigh

“You okay? Your being pretty quiet up there”

He’s trying not to focus on how close to his dick your hands are so he doesn’t get hard

It’s not working very well

“I’m fine, just a little scrape I’m sure it’s okay”

“Yeah but it’s better to take care of it now, don’t want it to get infected”

He knows your right but also your hands brushed by his cock and now he’s got a semi

And it’s hard not to notice especially when it twitches as your hands brush over it again

“Baby, sweetheart, love please, you gotta know what your doing to me”

Your feigning innocence because it’s a little entertaining watching him be so flustered

“Hmmmm i should make sure your not injured anywhere else”

Your hands are on the buttons to his jeans looking at him for permission to pull them down

He knows the game your playing, so he lets you

You’ve got his cock out and your gently stroking your hands up and down his shaft, adjusting the pressure to what gets the best reaction out of him

“Oh fuck sweetheart that’s so good”

He’s putty in your hands

You decide to go for double kill and gently lower your mouth on the tip, sucking lightly while you stroke his shaft

He’s moaning loudly now, one hand in your hair to start bobbing you up and down on his cock

“Shiittt baby gonna lemme cum down your throat yeah? Please”

How could you say no to such a nice request

You relax your throat as best you can and take his whole cock into your mouth at once, he’s cumming in seconds

You pull back and swallow as you smile up at him

He needs like ten minutes to recover but he’s returning the favour twice over

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew elliott #stardew shane #stardew harvey #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew alex #sdv smut

[cerisereids]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞- 𝐞.𝐦. (𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞’𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

i don’t rly go here at this current moment in time but i def want to start writing for eddie more so im partaking in @carolmunson’s writing challenge!! details found here!

pairing- eddie munson x fem!reader

summary- you’re teaching eddie some baking skills ahead of your family’s holiday party. eddie accidentally lets some insecurities slip. you reassure him how much you love him.

warnings- this lowkey got kind of angsty but only for a little, insecure!eddie but we love him

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

thump.

the collision of soft cushion against the back of your head mats your hair and stops you in your tracks. you pause for a moment, hands settling on the edge of the small trailer’s kitchen. you bite your lip, almost annoyed at yourself that you find his immature behavior so endearing.

“really, eds? are you five?” you chastise lovingly, promptly returning the throw pillow exactly the same way it came.

“oof!” eddie exhales as the pillow comes into contact with his soft tummy, “i'm sooorrryyyyy," he fake whines, sauntering over to your spot in the kitchen, "god forbid i want attention from my girlfriend! didn't realize that was asking so much!"

you roll your eyes at his dramatics but sink into his chest as he encircles his arms around your waist.

"what are we making, pretty girl?" he murmurs against your temple before placing a kiss there.

"my grandmother's famous sugar cookie recipe. you can be in charge of the frosting?" you lean your head back onto his shoulder as you ask the question, your sparkling eyes boring into his uncertain ones.

he sucks in air through his teeth, "i dunno babe, i'm no good at this. in case you forgot, i burn water."

you stiffen in his arms, "don't be like that," you quip, "that's not even true! and you know i hate when you talk about yourself like that. so in case you forgot, you can do anything you set that pretty little mind to." you punctuate your little speech with a kiss to his forehead, hoping it seeps through his brain and he finally understands how amazing he truly is.

"thanks, babe," he mutters sheepishly, his humorous reserve gone, "how do i make frosting? i didn't even know it doesn't always come in cans until just now."

you huff out a laugh, "i brought my recipe book for everything," you explain, pulling out a small notebook full of your grandmother's scribbles, "so as long as you have measuring cups and mixing bowls we should be all set."

he takes a second to rummage through his cupboards, pulling out white plastic cups with faded labels on them- 1 cup, 1/2 cup, 1/4 cup, and so on.

"we don't have any like, nice measuring cups, is this okay?" he asks, voice still meek, cheeks tinted the slightest shade of pink.

“as long as we have the right measurements, i don’t care what they look like,” you flash him your sweetest smile before planting a big kiss on his cheek. you beam when his cheeks flush even deeper.

“soooo…” eddie starts, handing you two mixing bowls and taking one for himself, “who’s all going to be there this weekend?”

you could tell by the unusual nonchalance in his tone that he was nervous, but trying to play it cool. after a lifetime of harassment for being who he was, you knew that the pressure of meeting your family was resting heavy on his shoulders.

“pretty much the whole crew,” you say as lightly as possible, but you still see him tense. “eds. they’re gonna love you. i promise,” you tell him with utmost sincerity.

“really?” he scoffs, putting more elbow grease than necessary into mixing the vanilla cookie frosting, “you positive your picture perfect family is gonna be okay with you bringing some freak to their annual party?” his words have bite to them, and they make you pause. “the fact that your family even has an annual christmas party is beyond me.” he mutters under his breath.

you know what he’s doing, you’ve been here before. eddie sometimes feels insecure about the disparities of his upbringing, and you know by now that he doesn’t mean what he’s saying. his bitter words are his armor, protecting him from the vulnerability he shied away from for years. that doesn’t mean they don’t sting, though.

“eddie, if you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem,” you rest your spoon on the lip of the mixing bowl and turn to him, “i love you. everything about you, and my family loves me. which means that they’re going to love you no matter what, because you’re important to me.”

he’s still not entirely convinced, so you opt to pull out the big guns, “eddie. do you love me?”

his eyes snap to yours, wild and incredulous, “of course i do. what kind of question is that?”

“as cheesy as it sounds, that’s all that matters sweetheart. they’re going to see how sweet you love me, and that’s all they’ll need to know you’re amazing,” you thwart his attempts to make himself smaller, “unfortunately for you, babe, you can’t hide from me at this point. i see all of you, i know all of you, and i love all of you,” you move to wrap your arms around his middle, eyes boring into his so he can feel your sincerity.

“you-you really like that?” he chews his bottom lip, “all of me?” the last part comes out quiet, and your heart cracks in your chest.

“i love it, eddie. i love you. i swear i want to go back in time and beat up all those little assholes who made you feel otherwise,” you seal your words with a kiss on his lips, a hint of vanilla frosting dances on your tongue.

“thank you, my love,” he says when you break, squeezing you to his chest in an infamous eddie bear hug, “i love you too.”

the two of you stood there for a minute, your nails scraping at the nape of his neck as he held you close.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson concept #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson story #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson writing #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader

[eds6ngel]

self care night ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

eddie munson x gn!reader

summary: you notice eddie's skin is a little neglected, so you give him a pamper!

warnings: gn!reader. pet names (sweets, sweetheart, angel). established relationship. swearing. no use of y/n. tooth-rotting fluff. mentions of eddie's tough school life. alcohol mentions. weed mentions. talks on legalising weed (bc i am passionate about it). love bombs bc eddie is a sweetheart. lots of kisses [2.4k].

“Eds, stay still!”

You currently had his head bent over the bathtub, massaging in the leave-in conditioner, giving your boyfriend the well-earned hair treatment he needed. But, the longer you pamper him, the more you come to realise why he’d never gotten this treatment in the past.

“My knees are uncomfy,” he whines, the only words leaving his mouth for the past fifteen minutes being constant complaints.

“I’m almost done honey, okay? It’s easier to get to your roots from this angle.”

After a few more minutes of massaging, you place a kiss on his cheek, “Okay, all done now.”

He groans, mumbling, “Thank God for that,” as he stands up, flicking his hair backwards so it lay correctly on his head. You turn your head to the side, hands behind your back as you give him a warm smile, looking like a lost puppy. Eddie furrows his eyebrows, smiling himself as he chuckles, “What?”

“Nothin’,” you cheerily reply, “You just look cute with your hair messy,” placing a quick kiss on his nose and grabbing his hand, dragging him back into the bedroom. You plop him down on his bed, him letting out an exaggerated “Oof!” as you grab the comb on his dresser.

Eddie notices how the handle appears much more shiny that the other times he had used it, the teeth rid of the clumps of curls. “Looks rather clean.”

You sit behind him on his bed, beginning to tackle the knots, them a lot more easier to comb through with the leave-in conditioner massaged into his scalp. “Mhm,” you hum in response, “Poor thing was covered in hair. Needed its own pamper.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong sweetheart. Just like me, the comb and I are extremely against pampering. We’d rather stay messy and gross.”

You scrunch up your nose, although he can’t see it, “Thought you were meant to be defying the stereotypes baby? Isn’t being messy adding to the ‘Trailer Trash’ label?”

You pat him on the shoulder, him knowing from routine that was a signal for him to turn around. He faces you, holding up a finger in detest, “Nope! I own my labels angel! So, if anything, I should conform to it.”

“Hmm,” you hum, “Pretty with your hair washed though…”

You purse your lips at him, to which he copies, squinting his eyes as you do the same. You had these little moments where you simply made faces at each other. It wasn’t mocking or insulting in any way, it was more endearing than anything. It was little moments like these that you loved oh so much.

Eddie lunges forward, grabbing your left cheek and littering kisses all up the right side of your face. You scream at the random gesture, although used to it. “Eddie!”

However, what he does next is the real annoyer. He leans back, shaking his head like a wet dog, your neat combing job now even messier than before. He knows what he did, giving you a toothy grin as you purse your lips, trying not to laugh at him. You sigh, shaking your head, “I hate you.”

He lets out the biggest gasp, putting a hand to his heart, “Hate me? I thought we had a love that would last forever.”

The giggle escapes your mouth as you reply, “You’re such a dork,” him leaning forward once again and mumbling, “I know,” lifting your chin up with his index finger, pressing a slow kiss to your lips.

“Are you gonna sit still for me now?” you ask, smiling brightly as he playfully rolls his eyes, “Yes, my liege.”

You quirk an eyebrow up, combing through the curls that frame his face, “I’m your liege now, huh?”

“Always have been. I’d do anything for you sweetheart,” he softly speaks, you mumbling out, “Sap,” in response. He wraps his arms around your waist, putting his head down in the crook of your shoulder so you can tackle the back of his head. He places a soft kiss there, whispering, “And proud.”

The rest of your combing job is spent in silence, the two of you basking in the simple domesticity. You loved it when Eddie went all out, taking you to the drive-in movie theatre, blasting out songs in his van at 3am, but something about this was special. It was mundane, but loving. That’s what a relationship is all about, right?”

“Okay,” you say, tackling the last knot situated at the bottom of his hair, “And we’re done.” However, Eddie doesn’t move, still laying against your shoulder. You move his damp hair, placing a few kisses behind his ear, whispering, “You okay there, baby?”

He kisses your neck in response, humming and mumbling, “Yeah… Just love you.”

You can’t help but blush at his words, even though he had said it a thousand times before. It was just something about him. You were proud to call him yours.

“I love you too. Need to get on with the face mask though. S’getting late.”

He groans, lifting himself up, taking an overdramatic deep breath as he opens his eyes, beautiful brown orbs, the colour of a small square of chocolate, staring back at you. His hair is now neatly styled, laying more flat on his head than usual, the curls not as bouncy as they once were. Less Kirk Hammett, like he aspires to be, and more Eddie Van Halen.

You get up off the bed, grabbing the green face mask and brush from your bag, the little luggage you brought with you for your night over laying on the floor by one of his many guitar amps.

You cross your legs, getting comfy in front of him as you screw off the lid. You place it to the side, whispering, “Close your eyes,” as you push his hair back with your white headband, the fluffy accessory sitting neatly atop his head. You attend to the face mask, dipping in the brush, the white bristles being overcoated with a sage green colour.

You swipe the liquid across his face, covering all of his pores and zits. You repeat your action: dip, brush, dip, brush, dip, brush. Eddie hums in content, “Smells nice. What’s in it?”

“It’s tea tree bubba. Helps clear up your pores. S’good for acne.”

You swipe once more across his forehead, leaning back and examining your work. You smile at him, soft eyes gazing into his soul as he admires your pureness, “Okay, all done. Now we have to wait ten minutes for it to dry.”

You screw the lid back on, heading to the bathroom to clean the brush. Meanwhile, Eddie has already picked up his acoustic guitar, strumming down the strings to make sure it was in tune.

You lean down to place your skincare belongings back in your bag, asking him, “Been working on anything sweets?”

“Just a ‘lil somethin’…” he replies, clipping the capo onto the second fret, “Still working on it though.”

You lie down on your front, heading leaning against the soft sheets as you legs swing back and forth. “Sure it sounds great.”

He plays you his tune, a more softer sound to what he normally forms, reminding you of ‘Fade to Black,’ a song which Eddie introduced you to. You simply lay there, basking in the way that his fingers pluck at the strings, his left hand moving up and down the fret board in a smooth motion. You loved how dedicated he was to his music, to the band. He even talked to you about pursing it full-time after high school, something you were very supportive of. You loved how passionate he was about it all.

He breathes out, “That’s what I’ve got so far… What do you think?”

You smile at him, “You know I always love what you create Eds. The real question is: do you think it sounds good?”

He drums his fingers against the underside of the guitar, “That’s what I can’t figure out sweets, I like the key, but the fingerpicking sounds off.”

“So it’s not a chord problem?”

He shakes his head, mumbling, “No… I don’t think so anyway.”

“Hmm…” you wonder, trying to think of suggestions with your limited musical knowledge, “How about this?” You hum him a tune, taking different turns that the ones his fingers took, him beginning to copy your humming on his guitar.

Once you stop, he picks up, playing the tune you had created. He puts his fingers over the fret, stopping his movements. He huffs, a slight frustration laced in his tone, “How are you better than me? I should’ve been the one to figure that out…”

He wasn’t jealous of you by any means, not at all. No, he was just annoyed in himself. Your boyfriend was very self-critical, no matter how much he tried to hide it behind the facade of owning his labels. He may have been comfortable in his freak identity, but he never overcame the self-doubt of being less smart than other people.

You maneuver yourself so you are sitting up to face him. You lean forward, cupping his cheeks and saying, “Sometimes you just need a little push. It’s okay to ask for help, you know.”

He scratches the back of his neck, sighing out, “I know, it’s just… Apart from Wayne, you’re one of the first people to ever actually help me. You know how the teachers are… I’m not a third time super-senior for nothin’…”

“S’because I care about you and the teachers don’t. You’re smarter than they think. Don’t ever think otherwise, m’kay?”

He purses his lips, pausing a little before eventually nodding. You tap his nose, looking at your index finger to see it come off clean. “It’s dry now,” you say with a smile, pecking his lips. “Sit on the bed for me. Let me bring in a pot of water. No need for you to move.”

He has no time to answer, your request practically a soft demand as he lays his guitar back down gently, shifting himself from the chair over to the bed.

You return with water in a small, grey pot, a similar-coloured flannel to support as you delicately place it on Eddie’s bed, careful not to spill any on his sheets. Although, you’d seen his mattress, it was ruined anyway from various different things, some you don’t even want to think about.

You soak the flannel in the water, letting it absorb the warmth before wringing it out, telling Eddie, “Close your eyes please.”

He follows your request, eyelids fluttering closed as you press the damp flannel to his skin, caringly wiping away the dried, green face mask. You hum once it’s all off, running back to the bathroom to tip away the water, Eddie barely getting chance to recognise your departure as he sees you shifting through your bag again.

Eddie blinks rapidly as you brings over many different bottles and tubs of products. “I need all of this?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “I use all of these every night.”

“Seems like a lot of fuss.”

You shrug, “Suppose. But, it makes my skin smooth, so I’m not complaining.”

You take the cap off of the first product, “Okay, this is a toner. It gets rid of any last dirt you may have on your face.” You spritz it over, fanning it so it settles on his pale skin. “Also, it makes you stay younger for longer. But… you know me. I say embrace aging, you know?”

“I know you do,” he says, “Because you see beauty in everyone, and I love that about you.”

“Can’t help that humans are beautiful,” you giggle, Eddie’s heart melting at your words. You were just so pure.

“Okay, this is an eye cream. You apply it with your ring finger,” you demonstrate, scooping some of the cream up, “Prevents dryness. Makes your skin smooth.”

Eddie closes his eyes as you gently pat it under his eyes, rubbing it across as it absorbs into his skin.

You smile widely, “You look glowy already. Okay, night serum! This helps with your blemishes, calms them down a little.” You press the top of the pipette, letting the liquid flow down his cheeks, placing more on his forehead and chin. Using the ends of your fingers, you delicately massage it into his skin.

Eddie taps his own skin, grimacing, “Feels sticky.”

“Because you haven’t let it fully absorb yet!” you laugh, “Just one more thing. And I’m sure you’re gonna love it a lot.”

You reach behind you, dramatically holding the pot of cream in front of him. He takes it out of his hands, reading the label, “Weed cream?”

“Pretty much,” you giggle, “They label it ‘Hemp Cream,’ but we all know it comes from the same plant. So yes… weed cream.”

“Fuckin’ knew weed was good for you. The government sitting there telling everyone it’s bad for you, and they’re shoving it into skincare products.”

You scoop the cream up onto your fingers, rubbing it into Eddie’s skin as you explain, “They allow this because it’s non-psychoactive. Although, I have seen THC oil kicking around Hawkins stores for a long time. Stupid regulations.”

“Exactly sweetheart. Only allow it when it’s used by the conforming population…”

“Like alcohol,” you reply, Eddie nodding along with you. You’d had many conversations about how weed and alcohol had the same short-term and long-term effects, even arguing that weed had less of the two. The only difference you concluded was that everyone ‘normal’ consumed alcohol. Funny that the main group that smoked weed were Mexicans. You and Eddie knew they were hiding their racism.

“Okay, and… we are done!” you smile brightly, screwing the lid back on your pot of cream, “Go over to the mirror baby. Judge my craft.”

Eddie heads over to the mirror as you place your skincare items neatly back in your overnight bag. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “How did I do?”

“Amazing, thank you,” he replies sweetly, lifting your hand up and giving it a tender kiss.

“S’getting late,” you remind him with a yawn, “Have school tomorrow.”

“Indeed we do. You ready to head to bed?”

You hum, getting into Eddie’s bed, snuggling under the silken sheets as he flicks off his bedroom light. Although you don’t see him, you feel the bed dip under his weight, his arm draping over your waist as he presses a kiss to your shoulder, “G’night.”

“Night baby.”

And as the two of you fall asleep, you drift off knowing both of your skins were well-cleansed and softly pampered. The perfect way to end a night.

hope you enjoyed! ♡

eddie masterlist.

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[viaoverthemoon]

Pink Pills 2/2

Since so many of y'all liked the first part of Pink Pills, here's the second part! :) Enjoy!

Be sure to read part 1 first!

Leon x AFAB!Reader

Tw: PURE SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (Don't be silly, wrap your willy), intoxication, swearing, reader drugged themself, aftercare, Leon is so fucking hot

18+!! MDNI!! NSFW!!! Read at your own risk! <3

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You should take drugs like this more often.

Leon's hands dug harshly into your hips as he watched you bounce up and down on his cock, making the prettiest of noises he's ever heard.

He completely handed you the reigns, just watching you ride his raging dick was enough for him.

He simply ran his hands along your sides and listened to your desperate whines, sucking on your needy breasts every now and then.

You'd cum a total of 4 times, and yet the burning feeling never went away.

Your legs were starting to give out and you let out a frustrated breathy moan, sinking completely down onto Leon's cock.

"Leon... I can't..." You tried to catch your breath while also trying to ignore the feeling of him deep inside of you. So deep, you swear you can feel him touch your cervix.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little crescent marks, as he leans into you. He kisses your neck, hoping to calm you down as you unknowingly grind on him.

"You're doing such a good job, baby."

His praise only makes the feeling so much worse.

You groan and try to lift yourself back up to ride him again. But it looks like your legs have given up.

You huff a desperate sigh before nesting your face in Leon's neck, still grinding into him.

"I can't, Lee... You do it? Help me fuck you?" Your question comes out as a desperate whine, igniting something in him.

Suddenly, you're on your back on the couch, his lips skimming your throat.

"You're amazing, angel."

Was the last thing he said before pulling all the way out of you, then slamming back into your spent pussy.

You release a raspy scream, voice nearly gone and cumming for the 5th time.

But it's like he knew you weren't satisfied yet, because he began to thrust in and out of you at an unrelenting pace.

It's rough, painful, addicting, and feels oh so good. You drag your nails down his back, probably drawing blood, but he doesn't seem to care.

You're loud. Louder than you've ever been with him. Back arching, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

And his noises aren't helping.

Leon sounds like can't get enough of you.

He whimpers, moans, groans, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

"You're doing so good for me, angel."

"Oh God... you feel so... it feels so... oh sweetheart-"

"You don't even know what you're doing to me, baby-"

"Pussy feels so good... Oh fuc- I'm gonna-"

Just with his voice alone, you're cumming for a 6th time. And he follows right behind you, pulling out of your soaked entrance and finishing all over your tits.

He hunches over you as you both catch your breath.

The burn your body once felt begins to fade, leaving you extremely exhausted. Your eyes start to droop and your limbs go limp around you.

Leon, being the over-observant asshole he is, notices this and laughs quietly. He leans down to give you a quick, yet affectionate, peck.

"Poor thing... Feeling better, angel?"

You can only manage a small nod, every bone in your body too sore and tired to even move.

Leon hums, standing up and stretching before bending down to pick you up bridal style.

"How about a warm bath? Then we'll go to sleep."

It was your turn to hum this time, resting your head on his chest,

"Oh and, angel? How about next time we try something like this, we actually read the warning labels. Okay? Okay."

He laughs as you groan and throw your head backwards.

Yeah. Next time, we'll read the warning labels.

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Always read the warning labels y'all. <3

#leon x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #re4 #re4 leon #x reader #x y/n #viaoverthemoon #smut

[natsaffection]

Cure. | N. Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x Younger!Reader

MINORS DNI!!! (18+!)

Summary: You got infected with the sex pollen and a red haired ..acquaintance offers to help you.

warnings: Age gap (N=32 | r= 20), Masturbation, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), strap on (r receiving)

Word count: 2,1k

A/N: Here's part from my ongoing fic ( I hate you! ) that I'm continuing and wanted to share!! :v Please have in mind that English is not my first language <33

As usual, you were lost in thoughts and again didn't notice where your head was taking you. Until you stood in front of Bruce's lab. You were about to go on, when something grabbed you. So you look around and finally go inside.

It was large and very plain. Also, of course white..what does that color always have to do with it? "Hey, Y/N, can I help you with something?" Bruce's voice startled you "No..Just curious." Bruce smiled and continued to play with a device in his hand. As he went back to his work, you continue to look around. You have to admit Bruce is pretty darn organizational and everything has a label, its own container and so on. Except...this one certain piece. It had a sort of orange glow to it and yes that only attracted curious people like you, "Hey Bruce what's this?" You touch it and when you see Bruce face, "O-Oh, don't!" a pulling stench came from the jar, and you drop it and with your luck you stand right in the cloud of the smell. You cough a few times and step aside, "What the hell is that!" Bruce slowly walked up to you, "Oh god..Uhm..How are you..feeling?"

How should you be feeling? You stink to no end now, "Other than the smell, fine. Why?" Bruce holds his hand over his mouth, and you see him thinking. "Bruce, what's going on? What is that thing I inhaled!" Are you going to die? Is that how you're going to die?! He kept coming at you, "I'm so sorry. I-"

"Now tell me what's going on, Bruce, or I'll..."

"You've been infected with sex pollen!" he interrupted you, looking deep into your eyes. However, you only understood the word sex and infected, "W-WHAT?! What does that mean, infected? With what, a-and how long is this going to last now?" You should have stayed in bed...

And you were now. Just with a bit of a shocked face. Bruce explained to you exactly what it means to be infected with it and your head stopped. You asked how you could get rid of it, and Bruce had to stifle a laugh. And now here you are...sweaty, hot and...horny. You had been trying for several minutes, but you couldn't get it off. Is it hormones, or why could you start crying at any time? You're so damn needy, you couldn't think straight,

"My door is always open for that... to talk, I mean, for other things, too."

Your eyes widened. Hell no. No, no, no..She's the last person you would ask for something like that! Bruce must have made a mistake, this will go away on its own..So you lay down on your side and try to sleep. But after many hours, from turning over, to throwing the pillow away, you couldn't. You look at your air conditioner and whimper as you see it set to max. Eventually you give up on it and get up to go to the kitchen. You need ice cubes, liters of water, and Natasha.

Wait what?

When you get to the kitchen, you see how she also just made herself something to eat. You curse inside and go to the fridge anyway, "Hey..." Fuck, now your body is going into high gear again. "H-Hi..." What the fuck was that!!! Why do you sound so- "Are you okay?"

Just getting the water, just getting the water!

"You're really bad at lying, that needs to be mentioned." She calmly continues eating her food, "So what's the deal." Why does her voice have so much inpact on your body? You're thinking desperately, and you just couldn't take it anymore, "Bruce has some sex pollen in his fucking lab for fuck's sake and I inhaled that shit, okay?!" Don't be embarrassed. She's a woman, and you're a woman, so what could go wrong?

"I can help you with that if you want..." If you had drunk your water, it would be on the floor now, "What?" You misheard. Natasha set her bowl aside and leaned forward further, "Believe me when I tell you that it will only go away if a second person helps you with it. I speak from experience..." She tries to smile slightly, but knew how that must sound, "W-Who helped you?"

"It doesn't matter, so?"

You blink several times, "N-No..No! That- We can't do that! I'll do it-"

"I don't want to force you Y/n, but you're just getting started. You don't want to get to the end of the line, really." You keep looking at her. She really means it..No!

You grab your stuff and walk past her. Once in the room, you walked a bit, but the more you thought about it, the worse it got. Your tingling in your stomach is killing you and the heat even further down..Your fingers moved back down, started rubbing your clit. Your other hand reached for your breast, and you start stimulating your nipple as well. "F-Fuck..." You rub your knuckles more against your clit, circular motions sending you into spasms. Your legs start twitching, and you keep trying to concentrate until all the sensation disappeared. You start whimpering and trying to fight it, but it was no use. You were back to zero.

You had tried two more times, but instead of it getting better, it got so much worse that you couldn't take it anymore. So you get up and go over to the one who gave you the offer. You knock and a little later she opened up and grinned at you, "told you."

"Shut up and now help me, please..." She opens the door further and you go inside. You look around and then turn to her, "So..How do-"

Natasha was on you like a gazelle. She attacked your neck immediately, and you had to laugh. She can definitely save the foreplay, "Please fuck me now!" She continued a few more kisses on your neck until she looked at you, "Wow, where do you get words like that, huh, little girl? But before. I need you to answer one thing for me,“ The look she had and how she looked down at you gave your confirmation again that it wasn't a mistake to come here, fuck you could already feel it... "Is this your first time?" You were already expecting that, "No." She looks deeply at you to check for a lie, but when she found nothing, "Don't worry about your problem," She put a hand on your chest and pushes you backwards to her bed. As you lay on it, she climbs over you, "Besides..the best part are not finished in a hurry." She goes back to your neck and helps you take off your shirt. When that was finally on the floor, she wandered down,

Your shoulder, your chest, your belly, everything she touched with her mouth and the heat you already had got worse and worse, "P-Please, do something..." You had waited enough today..She kept looking at you until finally She squatted in front of where you needed Her the most. Between your legs.

She didn't hesitate long and directly started making circular movements with her tongue. The sensation made you spasm right away, and you comply with her movements, "You're doing great..." Fuck, who is doing the best here?! Sex with dirty talk? 10/10! That Natasha was strong, you already knew, but when she turned you completely around in one movement was new. Or your head was already so fucked that you could no longer think. Now that you were lying on your stomach, Natasha had a much better angle and didn't take long to fill you with her fingers.

You couldn't help but moan into the pillow beneath you. This must have triggered something in Natasha as she suddenly climbed onto the bed, reached under your belly and leaned into you, "Don't hide those beautiful noises from me... "A-Ah! F-fuck!" It was too much at once, and you try to hold on somewhere, but you found nothing but her arm. Natasha grunt as she felt your nails in her wrist and that propelled her forward. She went in deeper and managed to put her thumb on your clit as well.

The only thing that held you now was Natasha. That was also the only thing you could think about, "I feel it getting tighter..." The way she whispered that in your ear made you finish and let out everything you had. She helped you ride out the orgasm and then gently laid you down on the pillows. You were trying to catch your breath when you noticed Natasha getting up and leaving. You were already getting ready to leave, but a little later she came back with a strap in her hand, "Is that okay if I take you with this?" You look at her blurry, "Fuck..hell yes.."

She clicked her tongue and pulled out to put the strap on. When She was done, She came over you again. To your surprise, She took your face and turned it towards Her to give you a kiss. She probably took that as a distraction, since she was filling you with her cock at the same time. You moaned into her, and she swallowed most of your sounds, but when she hit a certain spot, you throw your head back. "Found it, hmm?" You were afraid she would stop, so you started nodding vigorously, "Yes, Yes! Right there, please!" Natasha leaned up and turned you around again, holding your hips to get a better grip. She then rammed into you like an animal and the bed started pounding against the wall,

"Th-This..Feels, Ahh!" All that could be heard in the room was your moans and the thud of your skin, and Natasha couldn't get enough. She turned you again and bent your whole body towards her, making you see stars, "So deep~“

"Yeah? Am I making you feel good, huh?" She grabbed one of your breasts and started massaging your nipples, making you twitch, "W-Wait, that's too-" you were cut off as Natasha gave you a certain thrust and ramming into you faster. She was about to finish and so were you, "I-I will!!!"

"Come on..Fuck, go ahead.." Natasha's thrusts became more uncontrolled, and she just rammed into you out of desperation until it clicked, and you moaned her name. This also brought Natasha into her orgasm and she collapsed all over you. She held herself up on her shoulders to look at you and shit, does she love that look you have on your face. "Wow, you really needed that..“Her tone was soft, and you close your eyes to keep that serene feeling, "You have..yeah..no idea..thanks..."

"Wait here." She rolled to the side to get up from the bed. You just thought to yourself 'I have nowhere to go right now anyway' but you let it stick. She was gone for a while until she came back with a fresh towel and a glass of water. She sat down at the edge and gave you the water. You thanked her and took it,

"So..." Natasha was the first to say anything again after a few minutes of silence, "Are you feeling better?" You knew she was asking it to get the mood back up. You couldn't hide the grin anymore, "Yeah..thanks again..I'll owe you."

"No you don't." Even Natasha noticed that this statement came way too fast. She continues to look at you and stands up again. You thought that was it and that it was the sign to go, but as you were about to get up as well, she came back with bedding, "Where are you going?" You were confused, "Um..I thought I was supposed to go?" Natasha rolled her eyes and put the bed stuff on her bed, "Ever heard of aftercare? And I hardly think you can walk two feet in this condition..." She's right...again.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha smut #natasha romanov x reader #nat x reader #natasha romanov smut #dom!natasha x reader #natasha romonova #the avengers #natasha

[venturelovebot]

A/N: Another request off the list! This one was pretty fun, and thanks again for requesting! It really does mean a lot to me! Link to request here!

Premise: Takes place a little while after Venture's Adventures trailer! Silly goober does not realize taking on a deadly organization is not good for their health!

Warnings: Blood, a small argument but other than that there's nothing to worry about!

You press down the gauze onto the fresh wound on their arm, soaking up as much as the blood as you could manage. Within minutes it soaks the tight knit fabric a dark crimson red and you discard it into the nearby bloody scrap pile. You take another piece of clean, dry gauze and apply pressure to the area before wrapping it up and taping it off. Sloan winces and grits their teeth from your rough care.

"So..." You continue to treat their wounds as they watch. "You really did all of that? By yourself?" You ask.

Tears formed in their eyes as you dug into another wound to clean it. They blink them away before you can notice–

"Sure did!" They grin.

"Didn't we have this talk before?" You chide. The grin on their face immediately fades.

"Yeah, but if things went bad I could've gotten out of there no problem." They attempt to mask the defensiveness in their voice. You sigh and continue your cleaning and dressing.

Your soft, warm hands continue gently wrapping layers of fresh gauze around Sloan's clean wounds. The silence between the two of you feels immense. Without pressing the matter further, you finish up your work and move on to the next noticeable injury. However, there are several other cuts and scrapes across their skin, so you definitely had your work cut out for you tonight. At least the worst of the worst were already taken care of.

A laugh escapes their throat and you raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

"You're turning me into a mummy!" They joke.

You shake your head and sigh once more. They pout in response.

"Jeez, tough crowd." They add.

You hold back your frustration as you roll up their jeans to reveal more injuries in need of treatment. Once again you begin to wipe their skin clean with medicine and discard all bloody cloth into the growing mountain of medical trash. Your anger is evident in your body language.

"Hmph. Angela wouldn't be this mad–" You cut them off and they're caught by surprise. You shoot straight up and scowl.

"Well I'm not Angela, okay?" You argue, angrily tightening the cloth around their leg. They audibly express pain from your harshness.

You turn around for a moment and look for more medicine. Everything you grab lightly stains the container and their labels red in the shape of gloved fingers.

"I... didn't mean it like that..." There's noticeable guilt in their voice.

"You really just don't get it, do you?" You bite your cheek to stop yourself from further outbursts.

"Get what? That artifact was important to me–"

"And you're important to me!" You turn on your heels and meet their gaze directly. "You really think you could take on Talon all by yourself and not get hurt? You could have died!" You cry.

They blush and look away. "Aww come on, it wasn't that bad..."

"Wasn't that bad?! Look at your arms! I'm not even done with you yet! What were you thinking?" Tears of frustration form in your eyes.

Sloan is quiet again as the realization hits. They look down at their disheveled clothes and half patched up body. Oh my God– you were right...

You open your mouth to start yelling again but you stop when you feel their arms wrap around your waist. They nuzzle against your warm skin and close their eyes.

"I'm sorry." They admit.

You let out another sigh and affectionately pat their head in defeat.

"You really should take better care of yourself. I can only fix so much. What you did was extremely brave and admirable, but it was also extremely stupid and reckless–" You stop yourself mid lecture so you wouldn't make them feel worse than they already did. "What I'm trying to say is... archeology is important to you, and you're important to me. There will always be more treasure to uncover but there's only one of you. You can't ever be replaced, you know?"

They sniffle and hug you closer. You continue comforting them to the best of your ability as their emotions pour out onto your soiled shirt. You remove your stained gloves and reach into your coat pocket for an emergency lemon lollipop.

"Here." You take off the wrapper and hand the sweet to them. Immediately their eyes light up with joy, and they quickly wipe away their tears on their jacket sleeve.

"Aww yeah! You're the best!" They immediately pop the sweet into their mouth. "Thanks!" They mumble with a full mouth.

"This is not an excuse to forget what I just told you."

You take your hand and tilt their head up. From a nearby glove box you grab a pair of clean gloves and get back to work.

"I won't forget! I promise!"

"Isn't that what you said last time?" You remind them.

They remove the lollipop from their mouth and look at you in full seriousness.

"I promise I'll be more careful! You're my treasure. No one else is allowed to discover you. Finders keepers!"

You couldn't help but smile from the cheesiness.

Satisfied with your expression, they continue eating away at their lollipop. You continue to hold their face carefully while wiping away the dirt, grime and blood. As an extra treat you reach into your pocket again and place a skeleton bandaid on their cheek across a minor scrape they obtained.

"Alright. I think you're good to go. Don't get into anymore trouble, okay?" You ask them, borderline begging for them to be safer in the future.

"Finders keepers." They repeat, hopping off the table.

You finally toss the huge mess you made into the garbage and wash your hands. They head for the door before they stop dead in their tracks. They flick their leftover lollipop stick into the trash.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" They walk over to you and place a kiss to your lips.

"Finders keepers..." They smile. "But you make it hard to want to stay safe because I love seeing you."

You blush and let out a tiny giggle.

"You're my favorite patient. Just don't get maimed, alright?" You swat at them lightly. "I'm serious. Doctors orders."

"Sure thing, Doc. Are you free this Saturday by any chance?" A cheeky grin lights up their face.

"Only if you can go the rest of the week without getting injured." You place your hands on your hips and put on your serious face.

"You betcha!" Their grin somehow widens further as they spin around and head for the door.

You wait for them to fully leave before leaning back on the table and crossing your arms.

"I give them eleven minutes." You whisper under your breath.

#had to add some snark to this one i apologize hehehehehhehe #venture x reader #venture x you #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #sloan cameron #sloane cameron #venture overwatch #venture ow2

[bethdutten]

Idiots

bucky x agent!reader

summary: Post-TFATWS. Sam and Bucky are assigned an FBI field agent to babysit them. Bucky thinks he might have just met his soulmate.

warnings: language, 18+ mentions but nothing explicit

a/n: ok i don’t know what compelled me to write this but if i was writing season 2... this is how it would go. give bucky a happy ending. let it involve me.

words: 5.6k

“This is bullshit.” Bucky grumbled, stalking off towards the training room of the FBI office in Quantico, following the agent who was showing them around. He really wanted to get out of Virginia.

The agent clearly heard him, giving him a look over his shoulder that shouted, Really? Wanna say that again, psycho killer?

Bucky glared, but his annoyance was quickly shifted to Sam when the other man elbowed him in the side.

“Dude, this is your fault. Maybe if you weren’t such a dick to your superiors, we would be allowed to play without a babysitter. Two dead terrorists away from a permanent timeout, I swear to--”

“My superiors?” Bucky hissed incredulously, rolling his eyes. “I am a war hero. Sergeant, asshole? The fucking government can kiss my ass--”

“Ha, Sergeant Asshole, I like that--”

The agent they were following behind abruptly stopped, causing both men to almost trip to avoid running into his back. They were at a set of double doors, labelled COMBAT TRAINING. He turned to Sam and Bucky with a smirk, gesturing forward. “She’s in there. Have fun.”

“She?” Bucky blurted, knowing he was being completely misogynistic and sexist, but, really... some chick was supposed to keep them in line when the majority of the US government couldn’t? Sam shrugged, pushing open the doors and entering without a comment. Bucky followed with a sigh, and the sight before him pulled the breath from his lungs.

You and Patrick were the only ones in the training room-- he was a talented rookie, albeit a bit cocky, so of course they sent him to you to humble him a bit. Okay, a lot.

So, you were going 100%, all out, ready to hand this kid his ass. He’d only had about 5 months of hand-to-hand combat training with weapons; you’d been an overachiever with this for years. Especially with knives.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed the doors open and two figures walk in, but you paid them no mind, easily dodging Patrick’s left hook and twisting to the right, your foot coming behind his to knock him off balance. 

He caught himself, rolling to the side before you could pounce and quickly getting to his feet. You grinning, and by the look in his eyes, you guessed it was a little manic. Good. He should be scared.

Twenty minutes later, and you flicked your knife up in the air, a series of complicated and smooth spins through your fingers as you looked down at the man laying panting on the floor.

“Let me know when you’re ready to start. That was just the warm-up,” you spoke sweetly, letting out a laugh when Patrick just groaned and shook his head.

You finally turned to the two people who had walked in earlier. “Hey. You must be James and Sam.”

Luckily Bucky managed to pick his goddamn jaw up off the floor before you turned, but it was a struggle to school his face into nonchalance when he was half hard from watching that absolutely beautiful and painfully sexy display with your knife. God. You might even be better than him.

“Bucky,” he managed to rasp out, clearing his throat and taking your hand when you reached out for a hand shake. Sam threw him a look, but gave you one of his charismatic smiles as you introduced yourself and shook his hand.

“That would make me Sam. You’re our babysitter, then?”

“Basically. Seems one of you doesn’t think the law applies to people who once didn’t exist.”

Well, that helped Bucky’s dick calm down a bit. “If I had to follow every single one of your stupid fucking laws, who knows how many people would have been killed in Seattle. And how am I supposed to know every single law--”

“That’s why I'll be accompanying both of you on any assignments,” you interrupted, walking over to your bag you’d left on a bench to the side. “If neither of you are the voice of reason, I’ll have to be.”

Sam let out a hurt huff, crossing his arms. “Hey! I am a very responsible person, okay? Captain America? I take that shit seriously, I can’t control this idiot.”

“No, you can’t, that’s my job now.” You gave Bucky a devilish smile, not missing for a second the way he was eyeing you after that training session. Men. Easy.

Bucky glared but didn’t protest, glancing away and mumbling, “Don’t need a babysitter.”

You laughed. “Prove it, and I’ll be out of your hair. Meet at the director’s office 0800 hours, we’ve got our first assignment together.” You twirled your knife between your fingers expertly before slipping it into its sheath on your backpack, giving Bucky one last smirk. “Have a good night, boys.”

---

“Oh my fucking god, oh my god, oh my god.”

Sam thought it was the best thing in the entire world, watching Bucky crumble in front of his eyes. Because for once, it was an entertaining and good kind of breakdown, one he was sort of glad to see his friend have. A long way from sleeping on the floor and having panic attacks in large crowds.

“Man, I thought you were going to drop to your knees back there. Why am I not surprised you have a knife kink.”

Bucky groaned, head falling into his hands. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. God damn it,” his voice muffled, glancing up to look at Sam. “Why does my soulmate have to be an agent. And a gorgeous one, at that.”

“Enemies-to-lovers, it’s a classic,” Sam grinned, wagging his eyebrows. He took a sip from his beer, sighing. “Congratulations, Buck. You’re in love.”

The response was a thud as Bucky’s forehead hit the table, which just made an uncontrollable laugh bubble up from Sam’s chest. 

---

At exactly 0800, Sam and Bucky were in the FBI Director’s office, suited up and ready to go. Sam had the shield resting at his feet, and Bucky was staring at his watch, ready for it to turn to 0801 so he could give a snarky remark to the Director currently looking judgementally at him that his agents weren’t very punctual, when you appeared in the doorway, a second before the minute changed.

Bucky had to swallow down a sudden lump in his throat.

You were wearing a uniform very similar to what Natasha used to wear on missions-- most likely a Tony Stark-patented fabric, black and skin tight, thigh holsters holding guns and a utility belt with knives and zipped down to--

“What the hell, why doesn’t he have to wear a stupid costume?” you interrupted Bucky’s haze by glaring at him, face angry in clear indignation. 

Sam frowned, glancing down at his chest. “Stupid costume? What’s wrong with my--”

“Both of us are in monkey suits and he gets to walk around looking--” you caught yourself mid-sentence, voice stuttering before you finished, “Normal?” Jesus, were you just about to call the Winter Soldier sexy in front of the Director of the fucking FBI?

Bucky was trying too hard to get his brain back online to notice to slip-up. He heard the Director clear his throat, all three turning to look at him. Bucky realized you must be one of the best agents he has if you weren’t getting berated for complaining about a uniform on an assignment. Although, he wondered what the hell you were doing in Quantico and not in the field taking down bad guys if that was true.

“Shall we begin?”

---

Over the next couple of weeks, you tried to keep Bucky in line (operative word being tried; when he really wanted, it was extremely difficult to stop that man), and you thought you were slowly becoming friends. You were surprised at the butterflies in your stomach whenever you made him laugh, or the way you felt warm all over when he smiled at you. 

Okay, fine. You were falling for the reckless fucking idiot.

Almost three months after you’d first joined Sam and Bucky, you were assigned a Level 9 mission--that sort of clearance meant very few people would know about it. You thrived on those sorts of assignments; flying under the radar, saving lives while the rest of the world went about their day not even knowing how close they might have been to some serious shit.

The mission was basic-- a few ex-Russian sleeper agents defected, then undefected, and threatened to release some pretty vital information. Bucky was extremely pleased it took place in New York, and you only had to stop Bucky from breaking two federal laws. Which was a lot less than you were expecting, but maybe he was just on his best behaviour because you were watching. Good.

Unfortunately, one Russian guy caused more problems. There was an arrival of a Russian Senator to happen in three days, who was looking to gain access to files that would probably start World War III. He would use the information in the files and distribute it through the Russian government until there wouldn’t be one source-- and no one way to stop it. It would have to be stopped before it began.

“Okay, so the files are where?” Sam asked, sitting calmly across from the Russian agent, who identified himself as Vasiliev.

The man leaned back in his seat, almost looking bored. He sighed. “Na zhestkom diske v ofise v Kvinse. Yezhednevno yego okhranyayut okolo dvadtsati chelovek.”

You and Sam looked to Bucky, who was leaning against the wall in the shadows, arms crossed, signature scowl on his face. 

“Hard drive in an office in Queens. Twenty guys on it 24/7.”

“So if we get you in there, you’ll know where it’s stored exactly?”

Vasiliev shrugged, but nodded. He looked over at Bucky, suddenly sneering. “Ты тот самый Зимний Солдат. Мы боготворили вас. Лучший миф, который оказался правдой.”

Bucky quickly pushed off from the wall, hissing, “No, I’m the monster in all your horror stories.”

You stood and inserted yourself between Bucky and the man as fast as you could, a hand on Bucky’s chest to stop him. “Hey, don’t... it’s okay. You’re okay.” This close to him, you realized he was breathing harshly, inhales sharp and shallow. Bucky swayed slightly, breath only coming out more quick and uneven.

You glanced at Sam then pulled Bucky out of the room, slamming the door and carefully lowering you both on to the floor. 

“Buck, you’re hyperventilating. You gotta calm down or you’ll make yourself panic more. Breathe with me, okay, follow me.” You met his eyes, fear in them you hadn’t seen before. Even with a gun to his head. You breathed in and held it for twelve seconds, then breathed out for five. Bucky matched you, eyes never leaving yours until he had calmed down enough to let out a low swear.

“Russian assholes, thought I’d dealt with enough of them in my pathetically long lifetime.”

You frowned, searching his face carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this thing tonight, Bucky? No one would blame you for sitting it out. If you don’t think you can handle this right no--”

“I’m fine,” he suddenly snapped, standing up and avoiding your gaze when you followed him. “Let’s get this done.”

You didn’t know if that was a good idea--of course Bucky had PTSD, maybe being around a bunch of Russian bad guys, hearing the language and having to fight against them again, wasn’t something he was ready for. But, it wasn’t your job to pull agents from assignments-- you just hoped he knew his own limits.

---

The next morning, Sam and Bucky stood in the foyer of the Manhattan penthouse, arguing over the best pizza in the city when you walked over, slinging your bag over your shoulder. 

“Okay, ready.”

Sam’s mouth dropped open. “Um, what’s this? Why am I the only one in a stupid costume now?”

You smirked. “So you admit it’s a stupid costume.”

“I--wha--not cool!”

Bucky had to stop himself from drooling a bit, and he was very thankful his tac pants had heavy enough fabric that it concealed his semi-hard cock that decided to show real quick when you walked up in that.

You were wearing combat boots, tight black cargo pants that made your ass look amazing, and a leather jacket that Bucky could bet hid at least twelve weapons, which was sexy as hell. Dressed similarly to Bucky, he couldn’t help but think how great you two looked together.

Sam had the same idea. “Okay so now you two look like a couple of badass Mission Impossible-level spies and I look like I'm going to a kid’s birthday party?”

You laughed. “Sam, you couldn’t look badass if you tried. Too cute for that.”

Sam gave you his best pout, and Bucky tried to ignore to jolt of jealousy at your comment. He distracted himself with your ass again, until the dick situation was becoming a bit too much for even the tactical pants to hide and he had to recite baseball score like he was sixteen again.

The mission should have been relatively straightforward, if your inside guy wasn’t a hostile addition to the team.

It went to shit pretty quickly.

Vasiliev had good intel, but he was an asshole about it so he really only gave basic information and you, Sam and Bucky pretty much went in blind.

Twenty guys turned out to be thirty. You and Bucky were supposed to handle them all while Sam flew down with the Russian dipshit and got him into the room where the hard drive was. The first twenty guys you were prepared for--it was the extra ten that you realized you didn’t have ammunition for, just a couple of knives and a fucking prayer.

“I’ll handle them,” Bucky grit out, ducking behind a doorframe and reloading his gun. “Just stay here.”

You leaned into the room with the remaining Russians and fired your three last shots, taking down one man. But it gave you an opportunity to survey the situation and calculate what exactly you needed to do. 

“No, save your bullet in case there are more we don’t know about. Vasili-fuck might be trying to kill us after all.”

Before Bucky could respond, you darted in and took out your favourite combat knife, quickly taking down the man closest to your path. The remaining men were stunned for precisely three seconds, which gave you enough time to rip the throat of another man and stab the next in the chest a few times. By the time the others started shooting at you, you had the dead chest-wound guy as a shield, his body taking the brunt of the bullets before you shoved him at another, leaning over and slicing his throat, too. 

By the time you were done, there were a pile of dead Russians, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little more brutal than you usually were, as a little gift for Bucky. When the men first caught sight of him when you burst into the office, a few of them called out “Soldat!” and “Sovet·skiy spasitelʹ?”. He tried to hide it, but you felt him flinch from where his trigger arm was held up against you.

“What the fuck was that?” Bucky’s voice echoed throughout the office, and you turned to him with a smirk.

“Jealous of my superior skills? Don’t worry, I can show you a few--”

“You should be dead right now,” he snarled, and the smile fell right off your face. “What the fuck is wrong with you? They had guns, I had a gun, I had it handled!”

You opened your mouth to retort, but the silence of the space was suddenly pierced through with a single gunshot. Bucky gasped, staggering forward as he clutched his side. Over his shoulder, you could see one lone Russian leaning up from where he’d been crumpled on the ground. His gun was raised, and he had a dirty grin on his face. 

It all happened in a split second. Bucky pitched forward, and you surged in to catch him in your arms, your right hand grabbing the gun strapped to his thigh and firing a shot straight through the Russian’s skull. 

You dropped the gun, Bucky’s weight crushing you as it hung boneless against your body. No, no, no, no, no. This was your fault. You didn’t fucking listen to him and you left a guy alive and now Bucky was going to die--

You eased both of you down to the floor, laying Bucky on his back, your vision blurred by the tears welling up in your eyes. “Bucky, please don’t do this, please, Bucky. Come on, come back to me.”

He was so still, eyes closed and no signs of movement in his chest to show he was breathing. You covered your mouth to hold back a sob. Jesus Christ, how could you be so fucking stupid. This idiotic, irresponsible, sarcastic, damaged man was everything you ever wanted, and you’d just found him, then promptly lost him by making the same mistake--

Bucky gasped for air, eyes shooting open. He gulped, clutching at his side as you stared dumbly down at him. He let out a moan. “Fuuuuck, that hurt.”

You blinked back your tears, reaching out hesitantly and touching the side of Bucky’s face. He turned and looked at you, a pained expression on his goddamn beautiful face. You let out a wet laugh. “I thought you were dead.”

He grimaced, tugging at his jacket to get it open, revealing the heavy Kevlar he was wearing underneath. The bullet was lodged just under his ribs. “Kind of a standard part of the uniform, yeah? Plus, even if I didn’t have it, one bullet would hardly take me down. Just hurts like hell.”

You had the sudden urge to kiss him. An uncontrollable, heavy need to put your mouth on him and show him exactly how happy you were to hear his complaining again, in that stupid sexy voice. You were actually already leaning in when Sam came swooping in, carrying Vasiliev, who you may throw off a building when this was all done. 

“Whoa, what happened?” Sam asked, taking in the bodies and you kneeling over Bucky’s body on the floor.

“She got me fucking shot, is what happened,” Bucky grumbled as he stood up, and as quickly as the need to kiss him came up, it disappeared.

“Not intentionally, you dick. Maybe you should have double checked that everyone was down before you just strutted in here.”

“So, what, I gotta review your homework now? This is pass or fail, sweetheart, and you just failed.”

You flinched, the reality of that statement hitting you hard. Because, yeah, you did fail. And if it was anyone else, they would be dead. You would be responsible for another...

Bucky realized the second he said it that he touched on something he shouldn’t have. He always had to cross the line, just to be right. Normally, that was fine with him. But with you... seeing you hurt was hurting him. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain. 

He opened his mouth to apologize, his metal hand half reaching out for you when Vasiliev came out of the corner office, holding up a hard drive. “Ponyatno!”

You looked away, and Bucky dropped his hand. Sam looked between the two of you, a contemplative look on his face, then just shook his head. “Well, if you’re fine, let’s get out of here. We have two days to make a plan for how to keep his from the Senator’s hands.”

You nodded, answering quietly, “Yeah, Cap. Let’s get out of here.”

---

Pouring over laptops, contact information, and flight patterns, you all stayed up going through many cups of coffee to figure out the plan. It was decided that you and Bucky would pose as a couple from an affluent American family in the Midwest who came into the hard drive in a bid to earn even more money overseas. Their connection would be Vasiliev, who would remove an ‘ex’ from his ex-ex-Sleeper agent title and pretend to be a Rusky again. You and Bucky would book a hotel in Brooklyn, acting as visitors to New York for the transaction.

You were scrolling through your phone when Bucky came into the living room, only wearing a pair of low-hung sweats and holding an ice pack to his side. You tried not to stare-- god, he was extremely good looking, and he knew it, too. Asshole.

He collapsed down on the other side of the couch, lifting the ice pack enough for you to see the huge black and blue bruise along his ribs. You winced, biting your lip.

“I thought you had superhuman healing of something,” you spoke quietly, suddenly feeling like shit for letting that happen to him. He was right. You shouldn’t have thought you could handle it on your own.

“Not as good as some,” he replied, a bite to his tone. “And just because I heal fast doesn’t mean I don’t hurt.”

Now you really felt bad. “Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I was so sure they were all taken out, I wouldn’t have--”

“You don’t think,” he growled, his glare now turned on you. He shifted the ice pack so he could face you, and the coldness in his eyes made you wonder if this is what people saw right before the Winter Soldier ended their life. Then you felt sick for even thinking that. “You just do whatever you want, because you’re an FBI agent on your goddamn high horse, and you are better than everyone at everything you do. Except when you’re not and people get killed, but sure, you’re the best person to babysit me.”

You felt a wave of pain, quickly followed by anger. “Really? ‘Cause that sounds like you, Bucky. You’re the fucking Winter Soldier and you are unkillable with your fucking enhanced body and a damn century of experience, and everyone should listen to you, right, Sergeant?”

Bucky just shook his head, standing up. “You don’t know me.”

“You don’t know me, either,” you responded, meeting his eyes. 

He stared at you for a minute, then turned and left.

---

A couple hours later, you couldn’t stop thinking about how badly you wanted to know Bucky. You didn’t know him. But you didn’t want this assignment to end and for you to just go your separate ways without knowing why he was so angry, how he felt about his best friend leaving him like that, what he was feeling after everything he went through, if he was coping well, or if he needed someone to remind him he wasn’t a ‘monster’ from a horror story like they made him to be. 

He was everything you wanted, the perfect man for you. And he didn’t know.

Fuck. You had it bad.

---

Bucky laid in bed that night, staring at the ceiling and wondering why he always had to push people away like that. You were... what he thought a soulmate would be. Someone made just for him. He thought as much after first seeing you handle a knife, but that just might have been his dick thinking. After a few weeks with you, he only found more things about you that fit with him perfectly, like a puzzle piece he thought was missing forever or thrown away and appeared just when he was about to crumple up the whole thing and claim it never complete. 

He didn’t think he had anyone like that out there for him. Or maybe if he did, they were long dead. How the hell did he find you now? You were right there, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He had no idea how to tell you.

Damn it. You were going to be the end of him.

---

In the morning, Sam planned to swoop in and meet you at the hotel later that evening, before the meet up. Fuck-iev would remain in Manhattan until a car would pick him up and bring him to the hotel, to fit the story that he was first meeting this couple in Brooklyn. You and Bucky would drive there, check in, make a few appearance to secure your cover for whichever of this Senator’s guys who were probably scoping out the hotel, then go back to the room to suit up and get the plan rolling.

The drive to Brooklyn was quiet-- despite his feelings for you, Bucky was still angry, and he didn’t want to say anything that he would end up regretting later. Except--how could he work with someone who didn’t understand what the hell he was dealing with? His motivations for why he was doing this even got mixed up in his own head; was he just feeling guilty about what he’d done under Hydra, and trying to make up for it? Was he actually a good person who wanted to make the world a better place? Did it matter? Did he care?

Those were questions he wasn’t sure he wanted the answers to. And you were fucking asking them.

“You know, you really have no right to tell me if I can handle something or not,” Bucky snapped, staring out his window. “You read minds or somethin’ now?”

Oh, so he wanted to go there. You kept your eyes on the road, jaw clenched as you held back the reflex to punch him in the goddamn throat. He was referring to the interrogation, after his panic attack. “I did not tell you that you couldn’t handle it. I said you should take a fucking second to check where your head is at, instead of just pretending everything is fine. It’s reckless and stupid.”

“Fuck you,” Bucky bit back, left hand clenched at his side. “Reckless, huh? Like running into a room full of guys with guns, with only a knife?”

Suddenly, you veered off the road and ripped into a no park zone, ignoring the honking and swinging around to look at Bucky. 

He was ready to really let you have it, but the anger drained out of him immediately when he saw your face. You were crying, silent tears running down your cheeks as you blinked through red-rimming eyes, but your mouth was set in a harsh line, pissed off. 

“I did that because I gave myself time to assess the situation, evaluate my skills against theirs, and the likelihood of me being able to get out alive. I do things like think things through, because if I don’t, people get killed. You did not do that. I thought you were dead, Bucky.” Your voice was quiet, steady despite the tears still sliding every few seconds. “I know you’ve been through a lot. And I know sometimes that can make you feel like nothing can kill you, if you can survive that--”

“They already killed me,” Bucky said flatly, even though his fingers itched to reach out and wipe away your tears. “I’ve been dead before. I think I’ve earned the right to decide if or when that happens again.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a deep breathe before you opened them and said, “I don’t want you to die, Bucky. We’ve all been through some shit. It’s not always a fucking contest. But if it was, you’d win. I promise you’d win.”

It was silent for a beat, just you and Bucky looking at each other before he let out a laugh, shaking his head as he looked over your shoulder.

“Wow. You sounded so much like Steve just then.”

You paused, using the sleeve of your jacket to scrub the remaining tears from your face. “Sorry.”

Bucky just chuckled. “No, don’t be. He always called me out on my shit. Haven’t had anyone to do that in awhile.”

You glanced over at him, and before you could overthink it, you reached out and touched the back of his left hand, holding it as he relaxed his clenched grip. “If you want, I can try my best to always call you out on your shit. You just can’t have a hissy fit every time I do.”

Bucky looked down at your hands, then back up at you. His heart clenched, those stupid butterflies making his voice get caught in his throat, making it come out less strong than he was hoping. “Yeah. I’d like that. But I most definitely will.”

You smiled at that, then released his hand and pulled the car back onto the road. Bucky tried not to miss the feeling of your hand on his.

---

There would be a meeting set up between the ex-ex-sleeper agent and the Russian senator at a restaurant in Williamsburg. While Sam waited in the hotel with the agent, you and Bucky left for a walk, solidifying your cover in case anyone had seen Captain America flying on the fucking roof, and naturally began to look around.

As Bucky watched you slip on the wedding ring and give him a smirk as he put his own on, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that one day he’d like to put a real ring on your finger. 

To get out of the room, you headed towards Prospect Park, Bucky sneaking glances over at you every once in awhile, going over a million different ways to approach this. Does he just ask you for coffee? Or would you assume that’s as friends? Does it need to be dinner to make it clearly a date? What if you say no and they replace you with some asshole FBI shithead who can’t even—

“Shit, I think there’s two guys tailing us.” You leaned in and tucked yourself against Bucky’s side, pulling his left arm over your shoulder and lacing your fingers together while your right arm slipped around his waist. “Try to look like you want to be close to me, at least?”

I always want to be close to you, Bucky thinks, something caught in his throat at the way you look so comfortable under his arm, holding his hand like it isn’t legally considered a weapon. Like... it’s easy to be with him.

He hasn’t had someone like that in over a century. 

Walking through the park at a leisurely pace, you subtly nuzzled into Bucky’s neck, giving him a small aneurysm as you peeking over his shoulder. “They’re gone,” you said quietly, but just turned back and kept your embrace for a few minutes, until you reached a bench at the end the border of the park. 

Bucky was all ready to mourning the loss of your body against his, but you just sat down and didn’t break off from your hold around him. He felt you relax against him, his heart beating out of his chest. Fucking hell, what were you doing to him.

“I got my partner killed.”

Oh. 

Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but you went on, just staring off into the distance. 

“Because I was too focused on guns and knives and fists and just... fighting. Always on the offensive. I forgot that other people can fight back, too. That’s why I’m at Quantico, training others at the only thing I’m good at. Leaving the other stuff to the people who can protect lives, not just hurt them.”

Bucky instinctively pulled you closer against himself, squeezing your hand gently. “Fighting is a defence. Trust me, I knew a guy once who fought all the goddamn time because that was how he defended himself. How he defended others.”

You chuckled, and a warmth bloomed in Bucky’s chest when you scooted closer and settled in, curling his arm closer. “And how many times would that have gotten him killed if it wasn’t for a certain experimental serum some mad scientist gave him?”

Bucky grinned, reveling in this feeling of complete and utter contentment. He could talk about Steve without this sharp pain in his chest; he could hold someone he cared about with his metal arm and not feel scared or hesitant; he was so far gone on you, it was embarrassing.

Suddenly, you pulled away, sitting up and dropping his hand. You pulled your phone out of your wallet, glancing at the screen. “We have to go. Sam’s waiting at the hotel.”

Bucky fought back the wave of disappointment, nodding. Right. For a second... he thought-- but, no. This was an assignment. This was a cover. You were his teammates... assigned babysitter, whatever. You were being paid to be here.

You looked over, and saw everything written clear as day on Bucky’s face. Your phone buzzed again in your hand, but you ignored it. 

You couldn’t let this idiot think he wasn’t wanted for one more second.

You closed the short distance and kissed him, only needing to wait a moment before Bucky took control and kissed back, hard, tongue sweeping past your lips and licking into your mouth. You moaned quietly, hands coming up to scratch at the short hair at the nape of his neck, swallowing down his soft noises of want. It was heated, deep and wet and way too hot for a public park, but if you were being honest with yourself, you’d been waiting to do this from the second you met him in that training room.

Both breaking apart with a gasp and a whine, Bucky stared at you, half awed and half bewildered. You had to smile, feeling your phone buzz one more time on the bench where you’d dropped it.

“We’ll talk after we finish this. Because I want more of that.”

Bucky just nodded slowly, his eyes still drifting back to your mouth like he was ready to say ‘Fuck the mission’, which you would totally be down for, except. 

World saving. Bad guys. Innocent lives spared. That stuff.

“Really, Buck. Later,” you promised, voice dropping slightly as you leaned in and gave the poor guy one last lingering kiss. Then you stood and took your phone, flicking over to Sam’s contact and beginning the call.

Bucky watched you on the phone, pacing as you went over the new intel with Sam, knowing you have at least six knives on your person and if that didn’t kill him, those fucking lips would. This was it. Somehow, in all the shit he’s been through, all the lives he’s lived, he finally found the one his soulmate was in. His equal in every way. The only one who’s ever made him feel like he was wanted even with all his baggage, as who he was now. Who made him laugh and could sass back and took care of him in ways he didn’t even know he needed.

Plus, you were sexy as hell. He’d never been so turned on during missions when his dick really, really needed to understand the circumstances.

You said something to Sam, looking towards Bucky and catching him watching you. You grinned, and Bucky knew. 

If he had to do it again, he would. Because it would lead him to you.

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YOOOOOO LUIGI 👀

Why’d they make him fine as fuck like goddamn!

N E WAYS

Could I have Luigi with a girlfriend (or partner) who tried a power up and ends up being allergic to it? Like she passes out for half an hour then wakes up and is rlly drowsy?

RIGHTTTTT LIKE HE HAD NO RIGHT TO BE THAT FIONEEEE

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Mushroom Season

Summary: Not everyone knows they're allergic to something, most of the time the don't know until they try it.

Relationship: Romantic

Warnings: Gn reader, fluff, passing out, allergic reaction

You had to attend your weekly training, and Luigi thought he'd tag along. You were finally going to start using power-ups today.

You expected today to be as every other day was. You were excited that your boyfriend was coming with you and that you finally got to train with power-ups.

You guide Luigi to the small arena Peach has since she's out today on business, and she has a good supply on power ups.

"Mmm, hand me that one." You say pointing at the red mushroom, Luigi grabs it and hands it to you while he's still searching for the best fit.

You never really liked mushrooms. They always smelled funny, so you just never ate them. That being said, you just take a grown-up step and put it into your mouth, and it was gross.

You sighed out, waiting for it to kick in when suddenly your face felt hot,

"Luigi?"

"Hmm?"

You became lightheaded and passed out before you could say anything else. This sent Luigi in the most worried panic of his life.

He threw your arm over his shoulder and dragged you to the castles infirmary. He set you down on a bed, scanning around for anything that could help.

Luigi really doesn't know what he's looking for. The guards are out with the princess, which he personally finds very unsafe for the kingdom.

He watches the clock tick by. There are no guides or labels about what he should be using. He goes Cabinet to the cabinet, trying to find a familiar dosage.

Once he finally locates it, he takes it out of the cabinet and then grabs a tiny medicine cup. He steadily tries to pour it into your mouth without spilling it all over you.

He looks up at the clock. It's been almost an hour. Luigi sighs, propping his head up on his hand. He's sitting at the edge of your bed, hoping that whatever he did was the right thing to do.

You slowly opened your eyes, you felt the room around spinning, and you really wanted to throw up.

"Oh my God, Y/n, you're okay."

You're still feeling dizzy, trying to figure out which Luigi you're looking at is talking to you, "What happened?"

"I think you may be a tad allergic to mushrooms..." He informs you.

This makes you exhale in a ling sigh, "You have got to be kidding me."

Whew, I have been putting off the drafts for a bit

#luigi super mario #super luigi #luigi x reader #luigi #luigi nintendo #luigi my beloved #super mario bros #super mario movie #the super mario bros movie

[readyplayerhobi]

Because, I Love You | 06

; Jungkook x Older!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, (very) slight smut

; Word Count: 3.4k

; Warnings: Pregnancy, discussions of abortion, giving up a baby, creampie, insinuated sex

; Synopsis: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

; A/N: If you’re reading this after it’s just come out - chapter 5 released only a few days ago! Otherwise, make sure to read the warnings on the masterlist and the first chapter...you’ll notice that things happening in this chapter do NOT line up with what happens in the first chapter, and the reasons for that are listed as warnings on the masterlist. The next chapter will be clearly labelled with warnings as it may be uncomfortable for some to read, or some people may not want to read it all! This is an advance warning for the next chapter!

; Masterlist

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Jungkook hasn’t stopped moving since you’d come out of the bathroom. Flexing his hands, wringing his fingers, walking from one side of the bedroom to the other, chewing on his lip - he’s currently being a walking billboard for nerves. You fully understand him, but the bubbling anxiety in your own stomach would rather he stop.

“For god's sake, will you sit down? You’re making me feel even more tense.” You snap at him, the words filled with a venom that you don’t actually feel and you immediately feel bad. Especially when he stops all movement, his shoulders hunching slightly and a cowed look on his face.

Sighing, you reach out to him. He takes a second to decide before walking over to you, letting you take his hand and sitting next to you on the bed. You give him a tug, causing him to fall into you with no resistance as you lean back against the pillows. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Are you okay?” 

“Are you?” Jungkook fires back, shuffling about until he’s laid next to you with his head on your shoulder. It’s a familiar position, but there’s a subtle tenseness between you both that neither of you brings up. There’s no need to, not when you both know the reason why.

“Good question-”

Before you can say anything, the alarm on your phone blares out from the bedside table. For a second, you both just stare at it as it vibrates across the surface, its song getting progressively louder the longer you ignore it. Finally, you reach out and turn it off.

Gently pushing at Jungkook, you sit up and take a deep breath. You go to reach out to the table again, but Jungkook suddenly reaches over you to take your hand. Looking at him, he gives you a tentative smile and squeezes gently.

“I love you.” He says, the words firm. It's a statement, not a question, and your chest gets a little fuzzy. Love for him wells up from deep within, making it feel a little harder to breathe and you give him a quick kiss in return, letting your body get across your reciprocal feelings before you grab the stick.

A quick glance at it makes your eyes widen, and it’s like your brain shuts down for a moment. Not a single thought passes through as you read the word on the white stick, nor as you read the second stick or the third.

Positive.

Positive.

Positive.

“Oh shit.” You state, breathing the words out and Jungkook almost deflates next to you. There’s something final about reading that word on a pregnancy test, on three pregnancy tests, even though you’d been pretty sure that you were pregnant before you took them. The symptoms had been too prominent for someone who was never ill, but there’s always the chance of ‘maybe it’s just a cold’ in the back of your head.

This solidifies it. You’re pregnant. You’ve got a tiny bunch of cells that are currently multiplying inside you, giving your body the signal that it no longer needs to menstruate and instead needs to start making a comfy home for the foetus that will grow and grow. There’s probably a subtle signal somewhere being sent to up the hormones that will make your body shift and change through the months, that will tell your pelvis to widen in the later stages and all that lovely stuff.

There’s a tiny bunch of cells growing inside you that is a perfect mix of Jungkook and you. Half of his DNA, half of your DNA. Half of your boyfriend of only nine months, half of you. A totally, unplanned and unwanted bunch of cells that had managed to be created despite birth control.

Yeah, okay, so you couldn’t take the Pill because it messed up with your mental health more than your antidepressants could handle and you didn’t have the implant because you hated needles and you didn’t have the IUD because you were a baby and didn’t want to be in pain. But you both used condoms, and you were now discovering why condoms have one of the highest failure rates. Sure, it would’ve helped if you’d done more than one, but it was a little late to think of that now.

Frowning down at the sticks, you don’t even notice the way you’re pouting at them. Your mind is too full of thought suddenly, the exact opposite of a few moments ago. You were pregnant, you were fucking pregnant. You were going to have a goddamn baby.

“So…erm, what do we do now? What do you do? I mean…what do you want to do?” There’s a quiver in Jungkook’s voice, and you look at him quietly. His normally bright eyes are even wider than normal, and his tan skin is paler than normal. The panic and fear you were feeling internally are clear to see on his face, and you note that he’s never looked younger.

Okay, so the two of you had tangentially discussed the possibility of a baby when you’d brought up that you thought you were pregnant. He’d been supportive and had been with you to buy the pregnancy tests and had waited quietly with you. But it had all been in a ‘haha, image if we had a baby!’ way, not as in an ‘okay, so what if you’re actually pregnant?’ way.

Staring into his eyes, you realise the differences between you both more clearly than ever. He was only twenty-five and had just started a new job, at your urging. He lived at home with his parents, and you’d only been together nine months. You were thirty-one with a stable job, a good income, and a house with a mortgage. 

For a moment, you consider your options in your head before you speak. You need to get your thoughts together. You could abort the pregnancy and everything could carry on like normal, or you could go through the pregnancy and give up the baby…or you could have the baby. A little boy or girl that was half Jungkook, half the man you loved.

“I…I don’t want to get rid of it.” You say out loud, the words out of your mouth before you even realise it. Once you’ve said them though, you know that you’ve made the right choice there. He might disagree with you, and that would probably be the end of your relationship. You wouldn’t make him stay and raise a kid if he didn’t want to. But you knew that you wanted this baby with a deep conviction.

Whether he stayed with you or not, you would be having Jeon Jungkook’s baby.

“I’m…I mean…I’m sorry. I don’t know what you…I mean I…I want this baby,” Looking at him, you take a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart. “I don’t know if you want this baby too, and I won’t force anything on you. But I don’t want to abort it, and I don’t want to give it away. I want to have this baby. If I think logically, then I feel I can cope with this. It’s not particularly ideal, and I wish we’d both discussed this all and planned it and been trying, but I’ll take it. I’ve got a good job, a house, a car, my family and friends so…I can do this. I’ve known I always wanted to be a mom, I wasn’t expecting it this soon but, yeah. I can’t explain why but…I just know that I want it.” The words are jumbled, and you know it was probably a terrible explanation, but you just can’t get into words the soul-deep feeling of rightness.

Jungkook’s silent, and you wonder if he’s angry or annoyed with you. Maybe he thinks you’re disregarding his feelings and thoughts, but you’re also the one who will be growing the foetus, who will be giving birth or who would be the one to have the abortion. Whatever happens, you’re going to have to take the brunt of the physical or mental toil no matter what choice is made.

Still, the ache you feel in your heart at the thought of losing him is so strong. If he doesn’t want this, then he can leave and never look back. He might choose to sign away his parental rights if he really doesn’t want to be involved, or he might just pay child support. Maybe in a few years, he’d want to get involved in the baby's life. Or maybe he’ll just become ‘the guy who fathered your child’.

It hurts to think he might do that, but you know it’s his choice. Just as it’s your choice to have the baby. You’ve only been together nine months, it’s a lot to ask for a relationship that was still new. Hell, you didn’t even live together yet.

Taking his hand, you squeeze it gently before pressing a kiss to it. He doesn’t respond except to watch you, his face no longer reminding you of a deer caught in headlights. If you look closely enough, you’d probably be able to see the gears working in his head as he thinks.

“Whatever you decide, make sure it’s what you want, okay? I don’t want you to choose to stay if you hate the thought of having a kid. I know we’ve both said we want to be parents, but we clearly thought that was going to be in the future. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” Your smile is tight but sincere.

“You really think I’d just abandon you like that? Knock you up and then just fuck off? I’m not an asshole.” Jungkook mutters, but there’s no venom behind it. He’s not angry or upset, more contemplative and you take it as a good sign. A small sign, but good nonetheless.

“No, you’re not. You’re quite possibly the best man I’ve ever met in my life and sometimes I think you’re this Disney prince come to life because you’re a little too perfect. But then I remember how bad your farts smell and I realise you’re definitely real. I don’t think you’re an asshole, and I don’t think you’d abandon me. But it’s not abandoning to think of yourself and what you can handle. I’d rather you tap out now, or at least before the baby is born, instead of a few years down the line. That whole bullshit about ‘staying together for the kids’? Like I said, it’s bullshit. I don’t want you to grow to resent me and the baby because you didn’t want to stay in the first place, but you wanted to do what you thought was right. I want you to stay if you genuinely want this.” Neither of you says anything, but you take it as a positive that he’s still holding your hand.

Who knew that you’d be having this kind of intense and personal conversation tonight? Part of you just wants to wind back the time, ignore your symptoms and pretend like nothing was happening. But that was a stupid thing to want because it wouldn’t change anything.

“You realise how unfair this whole thing is, right?” There’s a brief second where you think he’s going to start arguing or complaining to you, and you’re not entirely sure what you’d do if he did. It’s not like neither of you knew what the possible outcome of sex was. Thankfully, he continues before you can let your mind wander down the darker paths.

“It’s not fair if I decide like…in seven months that ‘actually, I don’t want to be a dad, bye!’ and then just fuck off. You can’t do that. After a certain point, that’s it. You’re stuck having the baby whether you want it or not.” He exclaims, those pretty eyes widening and his lips pursing into that pout he does when he’s overly emotional.

“I mean, I could still give the baby away.” You point out.

“Yeah, but that means you still went through months of your body changing and then either pushing a watermelon out of your vagina! Or like…got your fucking stomach cut open! I’ve read enough Reddit to know that you could have some serious health complications from a pregnancy, but I can still just waltz off and decide ‘nah bro, I don’t want this’.” He’s ranting now, and you recognise the outrage in his voice as his ‘I-am-morally-opposed-to-this’ tone. It’s usually reserved for something more mundane like Black Widow being the one to die or some game mechanics he finds bullshit.

“I mean…yeah, but we can’t really do anything about that-” You start to say but he interrupts you, linking your fingers together in a move you’re so used to, yet makes your heart flutter at this very moment.

“Yeah, and it’s shit. I don’t even know why I’m mad about this, we can’t change it. I just…” He pauses, his jaw working as he tries to formulate words his mind hasn’t thought of yet before carrying on. “I love you. I…I didn’t think this would happen, which is dumb because everyone knows what could happen if you have sex but you never think it’ll happen to you, right? And maybe I’m not thinking it through properly or something because I’m shocked, but I know that…I know you’re gonna be a great mom. And maybe this isn’t the best timing-wise, given we don’t even live together yet, but…I think I can be a great dad, too?”

Despite his words, he sounds unsure of himself and you smile brightly. Letting go of his hand, you cup his face in your hands and kiss his nose affectionately.

“You’d be a great dad, but don’t let me influence you.” 

“I’m not, I’m thinking about myself in nine months and whether I can see myself with a baby. It’s weird to think about but…I think I can. I’m fucking terrified and I’ll probably mess up so much shit but…as long as you’re terrified too and won’t make fun of me for messing up. I think we could do this.” Jungkook is hesitant, but his smile slowly starts to grow as he talks until finally, it’s a nervous grin.

Your stomach fizzles with a blend of feelings you can’t identify, but you lean in and kiss him on the lips this time. His own hands cover yours and he kisses back, holding on when you go to move back. There’s nothing sexual in it, instead, you just feel content and full of love for him.

“Are you sure? I mean, as sure you can be after just finding this out.” A snort of laughter leaves him at that.

“I have no urge to run away screaming if that’s what you mean. I just…need to get myself mentally ready, you know? We’ll need to do a lot…for starters, I think we should probably move in together before the baby is here. Oh my god, we’re having a baby. We’re going to have a baby together, me and you. I’m gonna be a dad.” Grinning, you nod and press a quick kiss to his lips once more.

“Yeah, you’ll be a real DILF. And you’ll finally find a willing victim for all your lame jokes.” That breaks him out of the mental path of panic he’s going down, and he narrows his eyes at you.

“Hey, my jokes are great. Our kid’s gonna laugh cos I’m hilarious.”

“Oh yeah, you’re a real comedian, babe,” Pausing, you look at him seriously and grab both of his hands once more, bringing them up to your face and pressing them to your lips. “Seriously, though, are you sure?”

“Yes. I love you, and I don’t want to leave you. We both knew the risks of sex, and I’m proud to say it was some pretty fantastic fucking sex. We’ve got nine months to learn everything about babies.” He nods firmly before pulling you into him and hugging tightly. In his hold, you feel so much of your stress and tension flood out of you and know that he’s being honest. How you’d managed to get Jeon Jungkook would forever be a mystery, but you were going to thank the universe every day for him.

Curling into him, you both fall back onto the bed as a heavy but peaceful silence falls over you. Both of you are thinking hard, but there’s no sign of nerves or panic anymore. What had happened, had happened. You were pregnant, and you were going to have his baby. And if things worked out, then he’d be by your side the whole way.

“I love you…and thank you.” You whisper, so soft yet filled with so much hidden meaning. Thank you for staying whilst you waited, thank you for not running away the moment you heard the word ‘pregnant’, thank you for being you. You doubted you’d ever loved him more than you did at that moment. A sudden thought hits you and you grin against his chest.

"I've just realised…do you know what this means?" You ask, playing with the soft fabric of his shirt and tracing meaningless shapes onto his stomach. It always amazed you how damn flat it was when he lay down, something you could never relate to.

"Err…a baby?" Jungkook states, confusion in his voice and you laugh. Well, he's not wrong but he clearly had a more innocent thought process than you. Which isn’t surprising, he’s probably still processing everything that’s just happened. Honestly, he’s taken it a lot better than you thought he would have and it makes you feel confident about the future.

"Well, yeah, but I was thinking more that we can go raw now. I can finally have you cum in me." There's no response from Jungkook for a moment and you glance up at him to see his eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"What do you mean, finally? Have you been thinking about this?" It certainly worked to distract him away from wherever his thoughts are meandering and you giggle at how scandalised his voice is. Like he’d never thought you could be that crude. He should know better than now.

"Look, your secret kink is to have me sit on your face…mine is to have you cum in me. If we're gonna have a baby then we may as well get this out in the open." 

Jungkook is flabbergasted and he splutters his brain short-circuiting as he tries to process the sudden shift in topics and the x-rated tone of your conversation now. Talking about your kinks was something you probably would’ve expected around now in your relationship, and you’d decided that if you were going to have a baby then you could certainly reveal your desire to have him orgasm inside you. Especially when you could do it now.

"How did…what do you sit on…what!?" He protests, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You've tried to get me to do it multiple times, you love going down on me and you actually do love my ass and thighs. As much as it baffles me, I accept it. You’re not sly, the only reason I never asked for mine is because…well baby. We’ve established we’re both clean, but given I’m not on birth control… now there’s no reason. We can finally do it." Lifting onto one elbow, you grin broadly at his stunned expression and from the dazed look in his eyes, you can tell he’s suddenly imagining being balls-deep in you with so no condom.

Not only the look in his eyes, but the way the material of his sweatpants shifts at his groin. Maybe it’s not his kink yet, but part of him certainly likes the idea of it.

“We’ve literally just had a life-changing event happen and you want me to cum in you?” Now he looks at you, one brow raised and you bite your lip at how damn attractive he is.

“Look, we can’t do anything about the baby right now…we’ve had the discussion and we can have more discussions in the upcoming days and weeks and months. I’ve just confessed my biggest kink to you, and now I would very much like to ride you until we can make my fantasy come to life. Can we?” 

He doesn’t respond for a moment, his entire body freezing before he suddenly sits up and tugs his shirt off.

“Can we record this?”

“Fuck yes we can.”

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[munsonslilbunnie]

missin' out. | eddie munson x reader |

mini-series: pt. i (you're here)| pt. ii

summary: after a failed 'talking stage' with steve "the hair" harrington, you find yourself in a little slump - before a certain someone pulls you out of it and shows you how it's like to be truly desired.

pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!fem!reader | past!steve harrington x plus-size!fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings/cw/tw: body-image issues. insecurities. comparing yourself to other fem!characters. y/n is shorter than most. steve is a bit of a meanie, but that’s just for the sake of the plot lol.

a/n: aaaa you guys have no idea how grateful i am for the response i received from my first post here 🥺 most of what i post on here will prob be fics but i might post lil blurbs here and there! if you have a plot bunny or idea you want me to try and write, pls don't hesitate to request it! i'll try my best to fulfill it <3 anyways, i hope you enjoy this bbs! no beta so all mistakes are mine. p.s. – should i make this into a mini-series? would y'all be interested in it? c:

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“hey, uh, (y/n)..”

a soft hum came from your lips as you pressed your landline against your ear, listening to steve’s soothing voice over the receiver, “yeah, what’s up, steve? is everything okay?” you asked softly, twirling the cord around your finger as you pressed your back against the wall, waiting for the man to continue speaking. 

it was weird, to say the least – that you’re talking to the steve harrington. it has barely been two months since that day you stepped into the family video store, waving your hand towards robin, who was quick to shoot back a smile and a wave, motioning you to the new releases at the time. you weren’t expecting anything that day – you came in wearing a simple white tee that ended just below your belly button and a pair of old baggy jeans, with white, beat-up sneakers. you weren’t coming here to impress – you just needed a new movie or two to watch that weekend and you were out of there. your pajamas were waiting for you at home – along with your favorite popcorn and snacks. while you were roaming around the ‘new releases’ section, you had – quite literally – bumped into steve ‘the hair’ harrington, making him drop a couple of vhs tapes that he had in his hands. 

god, you can even remember the way your face had gone completely red as you bent down to gather the vhs tapes for him, muttering apology after apology to the man. you were honestly a bit terrified that he was going to be pissed at you when you didn’t hear any movement from above. you had looked up at the last second, cheeks flushed and brows drawn up as you were getting ready to spew another line of apologies to the man. yeah, you might have had a crush on him back when he was in school, but, uh, he never gave you the time of day, considering your social groups never mingled, and honestly, he was too preoccupied with nancy. but – the look on steve’s face was definitely – not one that you expected. he had looked so cute with those flushed cheeks and wide eyes as he ogled down at you. he didn’t seem like he knew just – where – to look at. he had gone from your eyes, down to your lips, probably down to your shirt, if you wanted to think that way. yeah, steve harrington truly did notice you that day – for the first time ever. 

from that moment forward, you were suddenly hanging out at the video store every other day after school, something that steve seemed to enjoy. before you knew it, he was asking you out on weekly dates – whether to a pretty little restaurant a town over from hawkins, on a stroll around the park, or even to his place to watch all of the new releases that you had been itching to watch. 

you guys weren’t necessarily dating – not yet, anyway. you were hoping that on this date tonight he would finally ask you – to finally put a label on whatever it was that you two were doing. you two already acted like a couple, so why not just go ahead and put a label on it? you held hands, you hugged, you cuddled, you kissed – heck, you knew yourself better than anyone else on this planet and you knew that you were even ready to give him your all. you were definitely ready to go all the way with steve, but you just – wanted to have a label before you exposed yourself in that way to him. 

of course, though, you had your own insecurities that might have been weighing you down these past couple of days. you weren’t like – his past girlfriends, more specifically, like nancy wheeler. you knew you were far different from the girls he normally dated. all of them had been thin, petite. small in a way he could easily wrap his arms around them and have space left over (something that you picked up on early into the ‘relationship’ between you and steve – maybe it was all in your mind, but sometimes it just felt like he could barely wrap his arms around you and have his hands actually touch). you knew you weren’t exactly the smallest girl steve had ever been with – your thighs touched and rubbed against each other when you walked, your arms had a bit of a jiggle to them, your breasts were a little on the small side and it just made your tummy stick out more and look bigger than it actually was. you’ve always had your own insecurities, something that some of the mean girls in school liked to remind you of in the hallways, but you typically didn’t let it bother you. you knew you weren’t like the other girls and that was okay to you. you didn’t want to be like them. you were (y/n). that was good enough for you. and you had clearly assumed that steve wasn’t the type of guy to care about that either – something that you relished in because it’s not like you had a line of people who wanted to date you. you were always the secret. the one people didn’t want others to find out they were dating. it was a nice change – to be involved with someone who took you out to public and made it known that there was something more happening between you two. it was nice. really nice. 

its been a few moments already and steve still hasn’t answered your question. 

“steve? you still there?” you ask softly into the phone, a confused tone in your voice. it wasn’t really like him to just – stay silent. especially considering he was the one who called you in the first place when you should be getting into the shower to get ready for your date tonight with him. “everything okay?”

“(y/n), look, i’m really sorry, but i don’t think this is gonna work out between us…” came a sigh from the other side of the phone. 

it was like you suddenly forgot how to breathe. 

“what? what do you mean ‘not gonna work out’?” you managed to choke out, your heart beating harshly against your chest as your brain tried to make sense of the situation at hand. everything was going so well. what changed? the dates went well. you hung out a lot – sure, it’s been less lately, but that was just because you needed to study for final exams and such, and he knew that – steve knew that and he was okay with it. you were so thrown out of the loop, you almost missed his next words.

“ – it’s not you, it’s me, ya know? you’re a great girl, i enjoyed my time with you, believe me! you’re awesome, (y/n), i just… uh, i just don’t think i’m ready for anything as of right now. ya know, busy with work and stuff,” he replied back to your question. you could practically feel the cringe from the other side of the call when you heard him curse softly under his breath, “i’m sorry, man. i truly am. it’s just… not gonna work out, right now. maybe later, just not… now.”

everything felt so wrong. it was wrong. it didn’t feel right. not anymore. maybe it never did. maybe it was stupid, getting your hopes up that such a gorgeous guy like steve would ever be interested in a girl like you. why should you be so surprised, when he had only ever gone out with girls like nancy wheeler? gosh, how pathetic. how pathetic to think this would have ended any differently than the others. 

“it’s… fine. it’s fine, steve. yeah, yeah. totally fine. i’ll see you around. bye.”

“wait, (y/n) –” 

click. 

you hung the phone back up, letting the cord fall from your fingers. you stared blankly into the space, slowly letting yourself slide down the wall until you were flat on your bottom, legs stretched out in front of you as your hands laid on your thighs. 

you let your head tip back, letting it hit the wall softly as wavering eyes stared up at the ceiling. 

another one bites the dust, i guess, you thought bitterly to yourself, trying so hard not to cry. but the familiar burning sensation started in your eyes first – soon finding itself in the back of your throat. a pitiful whimper left your trembling lips – it started off slow, soft. a whimper, which soon turned into a soft cry of sadness as tears started to flow down your round cheeks before it turned into body-shaking sobs that wrecked through you, the sounds of your sobs echoing throughout the empty house. thank god it was friday – meaning your parents were on their weekly friday date nights and wouldn’t be there to see you break down. you didn’t need them to see you like this. not over a guy. 

not over a guy you thought was different. 

after that last phone call you had with steve, you locked yourself in your room, coming out only to eat or to shower. you didn’t really have it in you to speak to anyone – and your parents definitely noticed. unlike most, they were mostly understanding, so they gave you your space – something that you were really grateful for. on that following monday morning, you finally had the energy to speak to your parents and to some of your friends, but you were definitely quieter than usual. your friends were the type to not overstep boundaries and let you come spill your feelings out to them once you were ready. 

it took you two weeks of keeping quiet and to yourself to finally go to your friends for comfort, who (in their own right) were ready to go after ‘the hair’ for hurting you that way. they knew how excited you were about steve and how happy being around him made you feel. it was definitely something that had surprised them, but hey – your happiness was important to your friends and they honestly just wanted the best for you. cheesy, you know. but considering you have been there for each other since elementary school, it’s no longer a surprise how protective you all were of each other. 

you definitely felt lighter after coming clean and letting others listen to your thoughts and how you truly felt about the situation. while it wasn’t a breakup, since you weren’t even officially dating, but shit – did it hurt like one. 

it even hurts to say now, but it took you a little over three weeks to even step foot back into the family video store after shit hit the fan. 

you had two vhs tapes that were long overdue, but you didn’t have it in you to go back just yet. 

until today. 

weeks after the phone call, you finally made your way to the family video store, hoping to whoever out there that steve wouldn’t be there. you haven’t seen him in three weeks and you would like to keep it that way, thank you very much. 

you parked your car outside, glancing around for the sight of steve’s car, and heaved out a sigh of relief when you didn’t see it anywhere. 

before you got out, you were startled when you saw a van swerve its way into the parking lot, conveniently parking right next to yours, although a little haphazardly. the van looked like it was vibrating from the way the music was blasting at full volume. a small smile quirked up on your lips. you recognized that van instantly. eddie ‘the freak’ munson. the ‘super senior’ of hawkins high. you’ve never spoken to him before – your social groups never mingled amongst each other. your group wasn’t popular – or even seen, most of the time. you were the quiet ones in school. you didn’t get in the way of the populars and jocks, and they – for the most part – didn’t mess with you either. 

you’ve heard all about the rumors surrounding eddie, though. but you never believed them. you’ve seen him in the hallways enough to know that those rumors about him being a satanist or whatever were all just a bunch of lies. yeah, he dressed a little… dark compared to others, but he seemed like a decent person. maybe even like a dork, based on that D&D game he plays. plus, he was the local drug dealer at school. some of your friends have bought from him before and deemed him to be completely innocent – no trouble at all. so yeah, eddie seemed like a decent dude. 

you shook your head. you needed to focus. you needed to make this quick and painless and you wouldn’t be able to achieve that if you didn’t get out of the damn car. 

with a heavy sigh, you grabbed your bag and put the two vhs tapes inside, before hauling yourself out the car. with a slam of your car door, you trudged up towards the double doors, unaware of the long-haired burnet that was making his way to the door as well, head gently swaying back and forth as he focused on the song that was stuck in his head. 

your hand shot out in time with his own, fingers gripping onto the handle at the same time. 

“oh!” you gasped softly when your hands touched, feeling your cheeks flush slightly as your eyes glanced up quickly towards the other hands’ owner, who looked just as startled as you did – even if for a split second. 

“so sorry, m’lady! didn’t see you there for a second,” the man gave you a small grin, the both of you letting your hands fall back to your sides. 

“uh, it’s okay…” you sent him a small grin as well, albeit a little awkward. 

eddie cleared his throat and moved, gripping the door handle and swinging it open. for a second you thought he was going to enter – but, to your surprise, he held it open for you, a wide smile on his (rather cute) face as he motioned for you to go through first, “after you, sweetheart.” 

was it normal for your face to get this red? you weren’t so sure. you just stared at him a little dumbfounded, not used to this behavior from anyone (except for steve). after a few moments of not responding and just… staring, you could see eddie’s smile start to falter, and you were shaken at how much you didn’t want to see him frowning – especially not towards you. 

“t… thank you!” you stumbled over your words as you flashed him a bright smile, making your way into the video store, unaware of the way his wide, doe-like eyes stared after you in astonishment. that was the first time you had ever smiled at him – he wanted it to happen even more now.

a shaky sigh came from your lips as you made a bee-line to the counter, relieved to see robin there. she had called you a few times to see how you were doing after steve ended things with you, calling him a ‘dingus’ and to ‘not worry about a butthead like him’. you were grateful for her, in more ways than she knew. 

“hey, ro,” you spoke softly as you stopped in front of her, hands already digging into your bag as you fished out the vhs tapes. 

“(y/n)!” she called out happily, giving you a bright grin as she leaned her elbows on the counter, “finally decided to grace me with your presence, your highness?” she asked you with a whiny tone, letting her head fall forward slightly, “i’ve missed you! it’s been boring without you here!” 

you couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s antics, your hand reaching over to gently pat her head, oblivious to the eyes that followed your every movement, watching you – observing you – in a curious manner. “i’ve missed you too, ro. you… you know i just needed to be away for a bit.” you gave her a sad smile before brightening up a bit, “but, hey! let me make it up to you, yeah? tell me what you want to watch and maybe you can come over and watch it with me? we need a girl’s night in!” you added in a whiney tone at the end, fluttering your lashes at her in a way to convince her. 

the dirty blonde couldn’t help the cackle that escaped her lips at the way you were begging, as if she could ever say no to you – not with the way you batted your lashes at her. she grinned at you, glancing behind you for a second when she noticed the audience you seemed to have gathered – a one-man audience, but an audience nonetheless. she quirked a brow at the long-haired metalhead, watching the way his eyes were practically glued to your face, doing a rather shitty job as he hid behind the horror section. ‘hmm, this is an interesting development,’ she thought to herself before giving you a wide smirk, nodding her head to your plan. 

“fine, fine! you’ve worn me down, (l/n)!” robin giggled at the way you clapped your hands. she leaned over and clasped her hands around yours, “how about you go to the horror section and find something that you think i might like, yeah? whatever you choose, i’m good with! i’ll return these for you while you do that.” she suggested innocently, mentally cackling when she heard the soft curse coming from the horror section, something that you didn’t notice. 

you nodded your head in an excited manner and made your way towards the horror section, a happy bounce in your walk. you were so into your own thoughts about what robin might like, that you didn’t have enough time to react when you bumped into a lanky form, a soft ‘oof!’ leaving your lips as you stumbled back. strong hands quickly grasped your shoulders, holding you steady against them.

“woah! you good there, princess?” eddie’s voice filled your ears in a way that made your heart flutter. has his voice always been this rich? this soothing? 

you gulped and looked up at the man, who seemed to tower over you. there was concern in his eyes as he looked down at you, his hands not yet leaving your arms, though his grip was soft, comforting even. “ah, yeah! i’m fine – sorry for bumping into you, i guess i wasn’t paying close enough to my surroundings, eddie.” you giggled nervously, glancing away from him for a moment. 

“shit, you know my name, sweetheart?”

his response startled you, glancing back at him in surprise. you tilted your head in confusion, maintaining eye contact to the best of your ability. “uh, yeah? of course! why wouldn’t i know your name? we’ve been going to school together for a while now, munson.” you laughed softly, shaking your head at his question.

a blotch of red appeared on his cheeks at your response, looking a little embarrassed at how silly his question was, but also seemed pleased with himself that you even knew who he was. “can’t help but be a little surprised, (l/n). a princess like yourself? knowing my name? oh, it does things to my heart!” he gasped out dramatically, pulling his hands away from you to clutch onto his heart, head tilting back as a lovesick expression appeared on his face. a large grin formed on his face as he heard you giggle, cracking open an eye to see the way your lips curved into a large smile, your giggles bright and cute – happy. he could definitely get used to hearing that. 

“oh, don’t be so dramatic, munson!” you playfully swatted his shoulder, not thinking too much about it, “you’re the infamous eddie munson! would be rather dumb if i didn’t know who you were at this point, huh? heard lots of things about you.” 

eddie leaned against one of the video racks, hand gripping onto it as he grinned down at you. “oh, yeah? ‘nd what did ya hear about me, babydoll? all good things, ‘m hoping.”

you playfully tapped your finger against your cheek as you pretended to think for a moment before letting out a quiet gasp, “well! i heaaaard… that you’re, like, this big dork who likes to play a fantasy game with this ‘hellfire club’. mm, oh! and you’re, like, a member of a band!” you looked up at him innocently, though you had a cheeky grin on your face, “did i nail it, munson?”

“a dork? oh, how you continue to wound me, my princess!” eddie pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, holding it there as he fell onto his knees in front of you in a dramatic fashion, which just continued to make you erupt into fits of giggles. he smirked slightly, looking up at you from his kneeling position, seeing that he wasn’t that much shorter than you in this position. it was cute, really. “as for the other part, you hit the nail, (l/n). got my own, big boy band called corroded coffin.” he sent you a grin before finally getting off his knees as your giggles faded into little hiccups, cheeks flushed. 

god, you couldn’t remember the last time you giggled this much in a long time. it felt nice – laughing like this with someone, anyone. you never expected that it would be eddie munson making you giggle like this, but you relished it. it felt nice. he was nice. really, really nice. 

“corroded coffin? interesting name, eddie. i’m sure you’re getting all the chicks with your band,” you teased him, having no real venom in your words as you finally started to take notice of all the titles, trying to find one that robin and you might like to watch. 

“all the chicks? nah, you got it all wrong, doll,” eddie stated as he fell into place next to you, walking by your side with his hands behind his head. he winked down at you when you looked over, “i play because i love to rock out. love the exhilarating feeling it gives me. but… if being in a band gets me a sweet doll like you, that’ll just make things even better.” he was laying it on thick, but he didn’t care. you were sweeter than he could have ever imagined and fuck it, he didn’t want to lose the opportunity. 

your cheeks flushed heavily at the notion of his words, eyes widening slightly as you stared up into his own. you glanced away as you let out an awkward laugh, shaking your head at him, “a doll like me would make it better? dunno if you’re thinking correctly, munson.” you stopped in front of a rack, eyes glancing around but not truly taking note of the titles. eddie’s words were rolling through your mind, trying not to think too much into it. he was just teasing you – he had to be. 

“‘m pretty sane right now, (l/n)!” eddie’s chuckle broke you from your thoughts. his smile was wide and genuine as he watched you. “ya know, i might sound a little crazy right now, but…” he paused for a dramatic effect, leaning close to your face, eyes clashing into one another. your breath hitched the closer he got to you, his eyes unwavering as he mumbled, “i’ve had the biggest crush on you since middle school. you’re the prettiest girl i have ever seen, ya know? like – so pretty, so nice, so sweet. been trying to get your attention for years now, but you never gave me the time of day, sweetheart.” his plump lips formed into a small pout, but there was a sincerity in his eyes and tone that made you believe him. you blinked owlishly at him, trying to get your heart to settle down inside your chest. “listen, no pressure but like… just one date. you, me, tomorrow night? we can go to, like, a diner or a movie or something? would you be down for that, sweetheart?” he stared into your eyes, teeth now gnawing at his lips as he tried not to let his nerves get to him. this was his only shot – ‘please, please, accept,’ he thought to himself. 

was this really happening? was eddie munson really asking you out on a date? god – this was real, wasn’t it? you couldn’t really believe your ears but you were soon nodding your head to his question, your lips forming around words that spilled from your lips, “y…yeah! a movie sounds nice! uh, here!” your hands fished out a notebook and a pencil from your bag, tearing a page from it before jotting down your phone number and address on it. with a gulp, you thrust the piece of paper into his hands, a stunned look on his face. the expression just made everything seem much, much more real. “there’s my number and address! you can pick me up at 6 and we… we can check out what they’re playing! uh, i gotta go now, eddie! can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” you all but squeaked out as your hand blindly grabbed some random vhs tape from the rack and raced backed to the counter, thrusting the tape into robin’s awaiting hand. 

a faint ‘yes!’ could be heard from the horror section of the store. 

robin looked at you with a wide grin on her lips, staring at you with a knowing glint in her eyes. “tonight, you’re telling me everything.”

oh, tonight will definitely be interesting. 

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[lyn-1225]

Military School

Paring: Carl Gallagher x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of violence, angst. Mostly fluff. A lot of fluff.

Word count: 1500

A/n: I just got to season 7 episode 6 where Carl gets on the bus to go to military school. I already miss him tbh. I almost cried when Fiona told him she was proud of him.

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Your POV:

Today was the day.

The day that Carl was supposed to go off for military school.

He had been talking about it ever since he met Dominique’s dad. Although Dominique was a bitch ass girlfriend, her dad was a kick ass dad.

When me and Carl got together a bit after him and Dominique ended things, he would talk about military school and how it would help him become a better man.

I was surprisingly very supportive in his ideas to go. I thought I would be more upset and try and convince him not to go, but after I saw his face light up while talking about kicking peoples asses and being able to hurt people without getting in trouble for it, I knew I had to support him.

It was gonna be tough. Really really tough, but I know that he would come back and be that man he said he would become.

Long distance was gonna be difficult but I knew we were gonna make it work. We made our friendship work while he was stuck in prison after Sammi fucking ratted him out.

God I hate that bitch.

Needless to say there was no doubt in my mind that me and Carl would end up okay in the end.

After Dominique decided to try and get back with Carl, he started to question everything he was doing. That’s when I had to intervene. She had no right to just swoop in and win him back like some sort of toy from a vending machine.

I was pissed.

Her dad knew that Carl and I were together which made him even more mad when she decided to try and make a move on him once again. He would never admit it but he most definitely was starting to like Carl.

When me and Carl were walking down the street together, he pulled up beside us and told us to jump in. I didn’t know where we were going but once we pulled up to a drive way with Dominique sitting on some man’s lap I knew exactly what Sergeant Winslow was doing.

My blood was boiling. Carl got out of the Car to handle the situation but i really couldn’t help my self. Before I could even think about what I was doing I got out of the car storming straight up to her.

Some not so nice words were exchanged and some punches by me were being thrown.

She had nothing to say after she went running to Sergeant Winslow to tell on me. Of course he was mad but he knew that she deserved it, as hard at it is to admit that about your own daughter.

She didn’t mess with me or Carl after that.

Even after we got to his house for the surprise going away party for him he was still questioning everything he was about to do.

I would question if I was doing the right thing too but In this case he was doing the right thing. He needed to do this for himself. Everyone knew it, including him.

Me, Fiona, Debbie and Lip gather in the kitchen trying to discuss where Ian was and why there were no decorations up.

“I was labeled as the distraction so I couldn’t have gotten any decorations even if I tried” I comment trying to clear my name from the argument on why no one got decorations.

“Ian said that he got it” Debbie says trying to get someone to help her bring Neal in the house.

Neal was an okay guy. He made me uncomfortable every once in awhile but it’s not really his fault. He just very honest with what he says.

Carl walks into the room with a slight frown on his face. He’s still questioning his choices.

Fiona immediately apologizes for the lack of decorations and how the party isn’t going as it was planned.

He started talking to us about wether or not he should actually go and if he was strong enough to do something like this.

I look at him with a blank stare before I speak up “that was the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard”. He looks at me as if I said the rudest thing in the world.

“I mean come on. Your Carl fucking Gallagher. The kid that got suspended for beating up two guys that were bullying me. The kid that got suspended for bullying other kids. The kid that said he was gonna make prison his bitch and did just that. The kid that landed himself in a gang and ended up getting out of it without getting killed. I don’t want you to ever say that your not strong enough for something like this. You are the strongest boy I know. Going to military school is gonna make you the strongest man I know” I practically yell at him all of my emotions spilling out. The frustration in my voice alone makes it clear that everything I’m saying is 100% my thoughts and opinions.

Debbie, Lip, Fiona, and Carl look at me with wide eyes. I calm myself down taking deep breaths into my body. “Listen” I start walking up to him before placing my hands in his.

“I believe in you” I pause moving his hands with mine in a sort of swinging motion between our bodies.

“You are gonna go to military school, become that man you want to be, then your gonna come back home and you’ll be able to show off that new man” I smile rubbing his hands with my thumbs.

He smiles brightly at my speech stretching his arms around my shoulders giving me a strong hug. “I’m gonna do it” he whispers before saying it a bit louder so that everyone else can here him “I’m gonna do it”.

The trip to where everyone was boarding the buses wasn’t too far away. The entire time I was relishing in the moments that I had left with Carl before he got on the bus and went off to find himself.

It was gonna take awhile to get used to but I knew we could do it.

Lip pulled the car into a parking spot making sure the car was in park before we all got out. We all headed to the buses where Sergeant Winslow was standing there waiting for him.

Everyone gave him their hugs and their goodbyes wishing him good luck with everything.

Then it came to me.

I didn’t think I’d do this but I was standing there like a baby about to have a mental breakdown.

Tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes as I watched everyone say goodbye to him as if he were leaving for good.

“Why are you crying” he asks coming over to me after exchanging a few words with Fiona.

“I don’t know” I laugh my body starting to shake with the silent sobs coming from my body.

A big frown etched across his face as he pulls me into a much needed hug. We sway back and forth as we mentally note this beautiful moment between us.

My face is buried into his neck as the tears from my eyes run down my cheeks and onto his shirt.

Once I feel him start to pull back from the hug I pull my arms from around him before placing my hands around his biceps.

Tears continue to fall as I weakly smile at him. He genuinely looks happy to be going to military school which makes my mood lighten a bit.

I laugh a little at my state before wiping the tears out from under my eyes. Maneuvering my hands back to his biceps I rock my hands back and forth before another wave of emotion hits me.

“Just” I start not being able to finish until I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Just don’t forget about me okay?” I cry my bottom lip quivering.

Me crying like this made me feel so pathetic but I couldn’t help it.

“I would never forget you” he says placing his hands on my biceps to rock me a bit as well. He wants me to get it into my mind which is what I did.

He wouldn’t forget me.

He takes his hands back from my arms, me doing the same.

“I’ll see you soon” I say before pulling him in to my body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders before placing my lips on his. We don’t kiss for very long knowing there was people around.

After about a second or two we pull away huge smiles on our faces. “I’ll see you soon y/n/n” he says back to me before walking up to the bus doors. He gets onto the stairs before turning around to face us.

“Im gonna come back a man” he grins as the doors close in front of him. He gives us one more nod before walking up the rest of the stairs and down the isle to one of the seats.

It’s when the bus drives away that my mind realizes to its full potential that it’s actually happening. I won’t see him for awhile.

He had to do this. He needed this to become a better him.

I’m so proud of who he’s becoming.

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A/n: Hi :) I wanted to write this imagine becuase I’m extremely sad that Carl just left for military school. I already miss him. I know it’s a short one compared to my other imagines but I actually quite like this one a lot so I hope you liked it as much as I do.

[sjhhemmings]

#14. being torn between wanting to get rid of their feelings for the other and wanting to nurture the feelings in a hopeless, masochistic way

FROM : FORBIDDEN LOVE ~ PROMPTS about showing love without confessing

FOR Brian Zvonecek x fem pls 💜💜💜

Forbidden Love #14

brian zvonecek x fem!reader

a/n: so it took me too long to try and figure out how i wanted to write this so i hope it turned out okay! i’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted anon, i tried haha. much love 🩷🩷

warnings: swearing, angst, aggressive fluff, anything i missed

Y/N’s POV:

Once again, you woke up in bedsheets that weren’t yours, massive hangover, and those same melancholy feelings creeping up on you that you get every time you leave.

You look over to the digital clock on what should be labeled as your side of the bed that read 4:32 A.M.

Trying to slightly sit up without waking up the man next to you, you try to track down where your scattered clothes ended up landing throughout the room.

It’s the same routine every single time. You always wake up before him, and when you do wake up it’s still very early morning. So when you end up tracking your things down and leaving without a trace you were even there, you’re able to make your escape before the sun has even risen.

Once you’ve gotten dressed and prepared your walk of shame, the regret that usually hits you in a few hours comes immediately. You don’t want to leave. You don’t want to leave before the sun has risen. You don’t want to be lying in your own bed at 8 A.M. the morning after really good fucking sex.

Fuck it. You begin to contemplate completely ditching your routine and just laying back down, just spending the morning together like normal people. Enjoying your time together.

But you can’t. So you leave his room shutting his door as quiet as possible and walk out.

Once you’ve made it out of his apartment building at 5:04 A.M. you start crying as you walk down the street. You must look like a hooker right now. Smudged makeup, messy hair, large sweatshirt, and obviously no self respect since you might as well be the face of the definition for ‘The Walk of Shame’.

Once you’re laying in your own bed, you grab the pillow next to you and let out the most guttural sobs you have ever cried. You can’t do this anymore. You can’t continue loving him only in the night and completely ignoring each other in the day. You want him all the time. You want him for all 24 hours of the day, all seven days a week, and every single day in every month of every year. You want to call him yours and be that possessive girlfriend that’s able to leave hickeys on his neck so other girls will know he’s off limits.

But you can’t, and if you can’t then you’re done with the one night stands. You’re done with the praises, and the ‘good girl’s, and the ‘god I love you’s. You’re just done. You just have to be done.

The next week at work was a shit show. Working with the only person you could ever want to spend the rest of your life with and not being able to do anything about it sucks. The stolen glances, and avoiding, and only being able to sulk the whole time sucks. You don’t honestly know how much longer you can live like this. So you don’t. You talked to Chief Boden and you have some family in Utah so you’ll just take furlough and visit them for the next 2 months. That should be the perfect amount of time to get over this silly little crush.

Brian’s POV:

The part of the night I dread every single time has finally arrived. The routine. Where she thinks I’m asleep when she wakes up, sighs, then gathers her stuff and leaves without a word before the sun has even risen. It breaks my heart each and every time.

Without checking, I can assume it’s probably 4:30 since that’s about the time this whole thing starts.

I try to lay as still as possible. I try to go against every want- every need in bones to stop her from leaving. To stop her from not spending the morning together. But I can’t. I can’t stop her, this is the way it has to be and we both know that. We can create something magical in the night, then pretend it never even happened during the day. The thing about that magic though, is I crave it more and more every time. She’s becoming a drug I don’t think I can continue to live without. I don’t think I can continue giving her up the seconds the sun rises. I want her all the time. There’s never not a moment of the day where she’s not on my mind and working with her only amplifies that.

This morning though, at the time the door should be attempted to be shut as silent as possible, doesn’t happen. Shes still in the room, but she hasn’t left. I can sense her hesitation and the only thing I could ever ask for, for the rest of my life, is that she stays. That she comes back to bed I can hold her until the end of time. But before I know it she does leave. The door is shut, and the room gets cold. It feels empty. My shell of a body is left alone still feeling the warmth of where she once was on her side of the bed.

Her side of the bed. No one else has ever lied there since before our situation has started. Her side of the bed.

This next week at work i’ve been hopeful. I’ve made a plan. On our next night together which should be tomorrow, I’m going to ask her to stay. I’m going to ask her to break the rules and stay with me.

After work I get ready for my shift at Molly’s and I wait. I wait for her to walk in, and I wait for her shyly come to the bar and ask for a drink. I wait for our flirting to begin, and I wait for the night to end so I can take her home. I wait so I can reach the high I can only get with her, and I wait to ask her to stay. To stay until the sun rises, to stay and have breakfast and to let me hold her in my arms. Tonight is the night.

Or at least I thought it was. An hour later than the time she usually comes in has arrived and i’m anxious.

“Hey Brett, have you seen Y/N?” I ask trying to be as normal as possible to draw the least amount of attention to myself.

“Uh, no?” She says giggling obviously already tipsy.

“Oh well usually she’s here by now and I haven’t talked to her so I just wanted to know if she was running late or what.” I say drying off a glass trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

All she does is laugh in my face.

“What?” I ask confused.

“Did you not hear?” She asks getting semi-serious.

“Hear what?” I ask growing irritated.

“Let’s just say I don’t think she’s going to make it tonight.” She says laughing while finishing off her 3rd drink of the night.

“What do you mean?” I ask while making her a new drink, giving her an incentive to talk to me.

“Oh, you really didn’t hear. Um Y/N is going to Utah to visit some family for like the next two months.” She says taking this more seriously.

“What!?” I basically shout out drawing a lot of attention to myself.

“When did she leave?” I ask not having a clue about whatever this little adventure she was going on.

“Her flight was pretty late, like 11 P.M. she left for the airport like two or three hours ago to beat traffic.” Sylvie says with a little more sympathy.

I check the time that read 10:34 P.M. Calculating that the airport is a 15 minute drive from here, I can make it.

“What was her gate number?” I ask a little more rushed.

“Uhh,” Sylvie checks her phone for the exact number, “25”

“Tell Herrmann I have to leave, i’ll make it up to him another time. Um, Thank you.” I tell Sylvie as I gather my coat and keys walking out from behind the bar.

“Goodluck.” Is all she says as I get to the door. And I leave without saying anything back.

“Your light is green, just go!” I yell at the car in front of me. Let’s just say when I’m stressed traffic is not my most favorite thing in the world. Aka why this 15 minute drive turned into a 20 minute drive.

The second I park I run into the airport sprinting to find her. Gate 25, Gate 25, Gate 25, is all I repeat to myself as I’m running around like a maniac.

Y/N’s POV:

I fidget with my nails as I sit looking out the large airport windows. I’m supposed to board in like 10 minutes. I don’t know why I thought this would be like the movies where Otis would come to the airport and try and stop me from leaving, but I guess that just proves how much we don’t belong together.

“Flight 756 to Salt Lake City, Utah from Chicago, Illinois you are now boarding.”

I get up at the announcement and make sure I have everything I need. Taking a deep breath I get in line.

Brian’s POV:

“Flight 756 to Salt Lake City, Utah from Chicago, Illinois you are now boarding.”

I hear the announcement as I’m at gate 7, i’m not going to make it. I continue running through the airport just so I can get there in time. I don’t care if I have to yell that I love her in front of hundreds of strangers or off the top of a rooftop, she will know.

Only If I can make it in time.

Gate 21

Gate 22

Gate 23

Almost there. I continue running with everything I have in me, I need to see her. Oh shit I think I do see her. I see her hair, and her clothes, and how perfect she is even when she’s about to leave me. But before I’m able to fully reach her flight is when another flight has landed releasing at least 75 people in my way.

I look down to check my watch. 10:57, and the line is getting shorter. Fuck. Shoving my way through tens of people at a time I finally reach her gate.

And when I do, the flight attendant is closing the door. No one is here. I drop to my knees giving into the overwhelming feeling to cry. I sob actually. I’ve never felt so broken. 2 months without the love of my life. She’s probably going to come back engaged to a guy from Utah to invite us to her wedding then leave again.

She’s probably going to forget about me. I don’t even know why I bothered, there’s no way she would love someone like me.

After maybe 20 minutes I wipe my eyes not knowing what to do next. Do I buy my own ticket and follow her or do I wait for her to come back? Fuck.

“Brian?”

I hear my name coming from the most beautiful voice that has ever spoken. I immediately look up and there she is. Right in front of me.

Y/N’s POV:

Our flight ended up being delayed due to weather and we got let off the plane. Coming back to the spot I was at before we were basically tricked, I see Brian. Brian on his knees crying. Sobbing actually. The sight makes my knees weak and my lip wobble. I don’t want to make him cry. I didn’t even know he knew I was leaving. He really just didn’t get here in time.

I walk up to him and say his name but my voice cracks because I’m on the verge of tears now also. He looks up immediately. His face lights up as he sees me like it’s too good to be true.

Getting up he pulls me into one of the biggest hugs we’ve ever shared. It’s amazing. Feeling him wrapped around me is something I never want to end.

He pulls back and cups my face with both hands. He’s looking at me like it’s the first time he’s really seen me. Now this does make me cry.

“It’s really you?” He asks sniffling a little bit causing me to chuckle.

“Yes.” I say almost silently.

Taking a deep breath he kisses me on my forehead and lets go of my completely.

The wet kiss is something I still feel even with the empty space between us. The space that neither of us want between us.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to leave.” Is all he says. I give him a little time to add on and when he doesn’t I scoff.

“You came all this way to tell me you don’t want me to leave and that’s all you have to say?” I ask in disbelief.

He stands there in shock because we’ve never had a fight. We’ve never really argued for that matter. Our strong suit is really just in flirting if that makes sense.

I roll my eyes and turn around for a second before I walk back up to him.

“I love you, you know?” I’m so fucking in love you with you it hurts! Leaving you before the sun rises hurts! I can’t do this anymore Brian! I can’t just have you at night then act like I don’t know you exist during the day! We won’t work. This doesn’t work.” I say and his expression changes maybe 10 different times.

I take a deep breath before I say what pains me the most to admit. “I love you but I can’t do this, just go home.”

Fully expecting him to leave without saying a word I turn around and walk off. I’m done.

“Y/N wait!” He finally says running back up to me.

I wait for him to continue talking and when he doesn’t I turn back around. Finally him spinning me and keeping my in place by holding my shoulders he starts talking again.

“Listen to me please. 5 minutes.”

I wait a few seconds before agreeing.

“No. No I won’t go home. I came here knowing exactly what I was going to say, but seeing you leave once broke me. I sat on the floor and sobbed. I’m not going through that again, seeing you come back is truly just a second chance that I won’t pass up. I love you Y/N. I love the nights we have, and I hate the mornings we don’t. I crave you every single day feeling lost without you on my mind. Your smile is my saving grace and your humor is my kryptonite. I want to love you for the rest of my life, I know I will love you for the rest of my life. Please, I’m begging right now. Please stay Y/N. Stay for me. Stay for the future we could have together, stay for-“

I finally cut him off with a kiss. A deep and hopefully never ending kiss. Our lips move in sync, and our bodies feel like magnets that’s shouldn’t be without one another. He’s mine and I’m his. I break the kiss coming back up for air and I admire the way he looks at me. God I love him.

“You’re mine you know that right?” I ask and he nods chuckling.

“I’m in this for the long haul, so no stupid fights where we leave one another after not talking it out, and no not communicating how we feel ever. This is forever.” I say making dead eye contact with him and he nods rapidly.

“So will you stay?” He finally asks.

“I would never leave you.” I say resting my forehead on his.

After I did that, an eruption of applause fills up the room and we look at each other. We were too busy confessing our love for us to realize we just shouted all of that in front of a whole airport. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Crocoideae Eros

Garvez smut (Sex Pollen!) 7840 words on ao3 For you @bacchicly

She never would have thought she’d end up here with him. She could have dreamed it, sure, but she would have assumed she’d lost her mind upon waking up and immediately given herself a very stern talking to. He was her teammate after all, her…friend, sort of, on bad days.

And yet, today must have been a very bad day because here they were. 

She and Alvez in a broom closet in a secure government lab hooking up like a scene from some bad Skinemax movie. 

Fuck.

Yes

no-

Scifi, really, given the catalyst.

————

“I’ll go check in with Penelope, see how the backgrounds are going,” Luke volunteered, after everyone convened to bounce ideas off one another from initial investigations. He didn’t need to, they could call, but what was the benefit of having her with them if not getting to see her face to face real-time updates? 

The director of the facility had called Prentiss personally to have the team look into the multiple "accidental" poisonings on site that their own investigators hadn't been able to pinpoint. While normally, Garcia would have stayed back at Quantico and assisted virtually, the nature of the materials the lab possessed and the things they were working on required that all feet be on-site. 

After hearing glass break and a shriek following his knock, Luke swiftly pulled his weapon, stealthy twisted the knob, and peered around the door. Was the unsub after her? That would be completely out of character given the other four victims, but maybe their presence had escalated things. 

From his location what he found was Penelope, alone, enveloped in a cloud of sparkling yellow dust, sneezing.

“ahHH-CHOO! Oh Fudge.” He watched as she looked on miserably at the shattered jar surrounding her feet. Luke holstered the gun and walked in, closing the door behind him.

“We leave you alone for half an hour and you’re already back to your old ways, dismantling labs, Garcia?” 

“Ha. Ha.” she said dryly, “Very funny. If somebody hadn’t scared me half to death knocking without warning- This place gives me the heebie jeebies. It’s cold and sterile and there are a bunch of things in jars around me with labels— thank god not animals- and now I broke one! You know, this- this is why I don’t come! I’m much better in my own space, with my own things!”

Luke was holding back his laughter at her distress, mouth covered, shoulders shaking. Penelope, cute even when worked up. No, especially when worked up.

“Would you just- Stop that! Make yourself useful! Get me a broom or something. What’s protocol in this situation? Luke! Stop! Help me clean this up!” 

She thought about all the forms they’d signed, there must have been some mention of procedure in them.

“Okay, okay, calm down hotshot, just stay where you are, don’t move. I’ll get a broom, but we should let someone know… It could be some one-off sample…Tell me what it is and I’ll radio it in.”

Penelope, vigorously rubbing at her now tickling face, glasses removed, replied somewhat frustrated, “You’re going to have to read it yourself, apparently,I’m allergic.”

Cautiously covering his mouth and nose with his forearm, Luke walked over and crouched at her feet pulling a glove out of his pocket to pick up the labeled piece of broken jar, then looked up at her with wide eyes, “Crocoideae Eros, this? This is what broke?” 

Penelope looked down at him nervously and stepped back, instinctively putting space between her and the concerning pile of shimmering gold dust, “Evidently…Is it bad? Oh god, are you going to call hazmat? Because let me tell you, I am NOT going to strip naked in front of a bunch of strangers and get washed down in some horrid tent like Reid I- I…”

Luke dropped the piece back into the pile and stood, laughing internally at both Penelope being allergic to it, and the predicament he found himself in with her. It wasn’t life-threatening, but it also wasn’t ideal. Certainly not given his certain feelings. 

Penelope watched the red tip of his tongue swiping across his lower lip, leaving it full and shining now that his arm wasn’t hiding half his face, and his dimple pulling in hard on his cheek, and thought about what it would be to fill the divot with her own tongue… just… there…

Stop it- blinking rapidly, she pulled herself back to focus.

“You’re definitely going to feel like stripping down…but thankfully it’s not actually poisonous or deadly…I, um.” He faltered, frowning, suddenly becoming very warm at the subject and proximity, “I heard one of the researchers talking about it, it’s caused some very interesting reactions and interactions in the mice population.”

“Interesting?!” she shrieked in a panic, “What do you mean by interesting? Luke Alvez if I leave here with three legs-“

The loud laugh was startling, he certainly seemed to think this was more funny than concerning. 

And he was so sexy when he laughed, head tossed back… 

Try as she might, her focus seemed glued to that bit of exposed chest between his open collar, his long taut neck, Alvez talking about stripping…

She felt her breath getting heavier and a familiar vibrating warmth spark between her thighs.

“No, nothing like that, it’s…Cupid’s Crocus… it’s like nature’s super aphrodisiac.” 

He catches her eye as those words, what he’s saying, settle in her head through the forming fog.

”You’ll start to feel warm, feel like stri-“ he clears his throat, she watches the tight movements of muscle under rough, tan skin, “feel uncomfortable in your clothes, you’ll feel, ah, desire, and desired…” The way he says it is dark and smooth chasing a chill down her spine. 

A shiver he can’t help but notice. 

“You won’t be able to resist it, you’ll seek relief… multiple times…It’s been the only way they’ve found it clears from the system.” 

And then he sneezes.

“Oh” it isn’t clever, it isn’t enlightening, but it’s the thought she’s capable of voicing right then.   

Somehow they’d drifted closer, very close. She can feel the heat radiating from him, every bit of her pulling towards him, wanting to reach out, screaming to reach out. 

And then, “But what about you? You keep saying me, but you’re in here too, shouldn’t you be feeling it-”

No 

“No-” It was meant to be a firm answer, but it sounded more like a weak protest.

He isn’t. He couldn’t be. He hadn’t even considered it because…

Because he always feels like this in some way around her. Always fighting the feelings he had, knowing she wouldn’t reciprocate, the feelings she conjured in him despite his trying to let them go. 

But,

He feels it in his nose, just the slightest tickle. His heartbeat getting faster, internal temperature spiking as his pulse races.

Fuck.

“Maybe.” Luke swallows, pulling himself to the neighboring lab station, putting distance between them.  

“but I wasn’t…”

Penelope, regaining some faculty, interrupts his denial. “We need to leave. We need to go back to our respective hotel rooms. And handle this. Separately. So we can…And come back when…When..”  They’d be abandoning their team, their friends… someone was sure to notice and there was very possibly a murderer on the premises.

She watches Luke nod in agreement, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, staring at his own hands. His cheeks are tinted with a flush she’s never seen on him, the slight pinky-red shining through tan, and he swallows, but Penelope gets hung up tracking the bob of his Adam’s apple, the hum of his pulse…and loses her train of thought.   

The sound of indecision is like ice cracking, a tiny strip of air, trapped, escaping her throat. 

Luke grips the counter between them, but tears his eyes from his whiting fingertips, pulling them to the woman he’s willing himself not to look at like that. Like he’s the big bad wolf and she’s a particularly scrumptious and delectably plump pig. There are people who have died. People who are counting on them, but neither of them are any use like this and if they told anyone, if they told Emily, they’d be forced to-  and yet increasingly all he’s able to think about is…

Clearing his throat, Luke agrees, they definitely need to get out of here. 

Soon. 

He’s wanted her for so long he’s not sure he can walk out of here with her. Beside her. Like this, knowing what he knows, and hold it together. Not act on it. Not lean into it. “Penelope-”

The sound is rough and dark, fresh asphalt, a shot of espresso straight to her bloodstream. Straight to his. 

It jolts and wakes her, pupils dilating. She tries to focus, to ground herself, she’s gripping the pen in her hands so hard it might snap and her fingers ache. “…We should leave a note- A warn-“ she tries, a warning, to others, of the mess she’s made and left, but her voice is all breathy and velvety and feminine and fuck he looks good. She may only be using her very trusty personal items when she gets back to the hotel, but she won’t be able think about anyone but him.

And yes, if she were really able to feel anything besides absolute arousal right now, she’d feel awful about abandoning the case, but this would be like taking a lunch break, breaking for sleep, she reasoned. She knows neither of them will be of any use to the team, won’t be able to continue, if Luke’s lab rumors are true, until this is taken care of. The sooner the better.

Luke blinks, restraint. Patience. Restraint. “Whatever you need to do, do it quick.”

Penelope snags a turquoise Post-It and hurriedly scrawls “Sorry! -P” and bends down to leave it on the glittering mess before exiting the door Luke is impatiently holding open, head jerked to the ceiling after catching a fuller view of her very full chest with the provocative help of gravity and her maddening need to bend from the waist. Penelope bent over…he’d like to bend her over a lab table and…NO.

They start off at a brisk walk, his hand hovering on her lower back, each hurrying but trying not to draw attention to themselves, corner after corner they turn, feet moving quicker and quicker until giddy giggles burst forth from mouths straining for impassivity, the unexplainable excitement that’s been filling them with every foot fall. 

They rush down the sleek, white hall, echos chasing, stop and start, stop and start, walk, scurry, walk, and suddenly Penelope’s heeled feet can’t keep up with Luke’s long strides and it feels like a joyful bubbling teeter, on a ledge falling or being pulled, rushing towards freedom, rushing towards the exit when Luke hears footsteps and suddenly grasps Penelope’s hand pulling her down a dark corridor in a sharp right, opening a door, immediately tugging her quickly after himself and jerking it tightly shut. 

They’re each panting in the darkness, the room is small, a maintenance closet. 

His actions were instinct more than anything. He knows what will happen if they’re found out, that it’ll derail the whole investigation, that he and Penelope will be taken off the case, either short term, or indefinitely. And that they’d become unwilling human case-studies in a government lab. 

There was no way he was allowing that to happen to her. 

They stay quiet for a moment, listening, and then Penelope’s the first to talk. “Luke, this wasn’t the plan-“ the remindercoming out as a whine. They were leaving here and going their separate ways, but now he’s super close, crowding her, and she can feel her chest, swollen and tender, her clothes, tight, conforming, her whole being warm, warm, warm. There’s a strong pulsing throb between her thighs when her nipples rise and fall, scraping against his chest, and she shifts her legs trying to stave off the feeling, for some slight release, but finds it only intensifies things…and that Luke seems to notice.

Her plead tickles his neck. He can feel her chest brushing against his and his hand that had been holding hers quickly climbs to her waist, fingers spreading to curl around, thumb sweeping. He knows he has feelings for her…doesn't want to cross a line…but each pollen invader is working over time in the war inside himself leaving little option and little room for rational thought; they march and sweep, a dust storm of override snapping and breaking each ‘right’ behavior, each redirection his chivalry tries to take, pushing onward in their own mission. 

His tongue peaks out, licking his lip, his breath blowing heavy as he tries to speak through the fog that’s formed around him in the closet, but he’s looking at her through the darkness and he can’t really think of anything, anything beyond kissing swollen cherry lips. All he knows is they’re trapped and he can’t move and he’d do anything…anything but open the door and leave.

Neither says anything, speech seemingly shutdown, but there’s an exchange in looks, an understanding, an agreement. They can’t. They can’t. They need to get out. Penelope takes half a step back, all she can manage in the tight confines, but with the fall of her heel, snaps forward, and just as quickly Luke’s hands are catching her, down, gripping the soft flesh of her ass and lifting her leg, fingers digging in, kneading, spreading, holding her closer. Her lips are on his, and she can’t help the little cry that breaks from them as he spreads her legs around his thighs, the skirt of her dress slipping up, a large hand bracing firmly on her ass, grinding her soaked underwear against his bulging shaft, Penelope’s hips chasing sweet relief as shockwaves of pleasure pulse through her.

Her hands run up his forearms and her nails streak down, head rolling back as her body shudders with the feeling of his. Every point of contact an electrifying spark. 

It’s the pollen, it’s just the pollen, she tells herself. For him, for her, as she cums just like that, breath pitching, legs shaking in his hold, quivering. Embarrassingly fast.

“Fuck,” is whispered into her hair, his eyes slamming shut as he bites down the coming confession. He hasn’t let an inch slip between them. In fact he gets closer, letting his forehead slip to her shoulder and she feels him, still just as hard, harder if possible, between them. 

“How-“ he’s trying with all his strength to hold off, to hold back, to not roll them right now and pin her against the wall, to regain control, but the cloud of pollen rolls in, thickening at the sound and feel of her. 

Deep inside he knows they need to leave, need to separate before it goes further, but his body takes action, the private pleasure of nuzzling her neck, the feel of her soft skin, “-D-Did it help?” He asks, covering. As if what he’d just done wasn’t driven by selfish and weak desire, as if he hadn’t dreamed of what she sounded like when she came, of her calling his name…but she hadn’t done that. And no. No, this was just because one of them needed a clear head…and she’d been infected first. And this was how they fixed it. It was that. He was just helping her. Them. 

Her cheeks are flush and warm from the rush of climax and she’s sucking down air like a man drowning, but she feels the tingles that had taken over subsiding, the fog rolling away. She also feels his breath, warm and damp on her chillin, sweahsteened skin, fingertips drifting in circles and the faint tickle of eyelashes, the tip of his nose trailing, Penelope closes her eyes, biting her lip and nods, not trusting her own voice just yet. 

Luke was still clearly under the effects of the pollen, besides the obvious, his hands haven’t quit roaming, gliding over the bodice of her dress, down her back, over her ass, bunching her skirt as they move back up, his heart thundering, and his lips at her collar starting to join. 

He’s intoxicated, drunk- he wants to stop, to control himself, but he barely registers he’s doing anything at all, Luke trapped below the surface. 

The clarity would be for nothing if she didn’t use it to help get them out of there, but she knows there’s no getting out unseen with Luke in his current state. Luke in his current state is doing his level best to work her back up and- blame the pollen- it’s working incredibly well. His hips writhe against her as his hands swirl and rub, lips sucking and teeth nipping and “-Luke” Penelope pants, hands landing on his shoulders.  

“Chica,” he barely lifts his head in response, mouth a breath above skin. 

“I’m gonna help you, alright? Then we can get out of here.” 

There’s something he feels like he should be remembering, something about…something…what she means…but then hot hands are slipping between them and he feels the tight pinch as the button on his waistband is brought together then freed, feels the stress of the zipper and release around his straining cock, hot, damp, soft flesh grasping, wrapping. His jaw opens and glides, mouth sinking wider around the crook of her neck with an appreciative moaning sigh, teeth sensuously dragging up with the firm pull of her fist, full lips suckling up the column of her throat, hands feeling every part of her, hands like dutiful explorers traversing every inch. Hips rock and sway with the acton, thrusting and moaning, the friction of twisting pumps, faster and faster, the clink of plastic bangles dampened between bodies, his kisses becoming more and more insistent against her neck, her jaw, until she gives in, mouth finding his, Luke’s hips jerking, Penelope’s grip tightening- base to tip, base to tip, base to ti- base to- base- base- bay- A grunting whimper releases with hot cum, and then again as abs constrict and he thrusts up, Penelope’s hand slowing but not stopping, her other pressed into his chest forcing him back against the door, watching as his face contorts helplessly in pleasure and his body slumps, free of the first wave of invaders.

Clarity was a world of difference, a world of guilt, now that he was able to think straight. What had transpired, in normal circumstances, would certainly be considered actionable offenses of sexual assault on a coworker. He’d just assaulted Penelope; isolating her, trapping her, not following through with their plan, groping her, forcing her on him- “Pen-“

But she cuts him off immediately,  “No. No talking. Talking later, now, we go. Before it hits again and we best case end up in another closet.” 

Luke looks at her, hard concern, and she would swear there was a trace of hurt, but he jerks a nod, tucking himself away before rolling to listen at the door, cautiously opening it, and grasps her hand, leading them back out of the broom closet and down the last series of corridors before the exit. 

“How convenient that this end of the lab’s been evacuated while we conduct our investigation” She whispers, thankful for the escape rout. 

Glancing down at the obvious cum drying on his shirt, he huffs his agreement, “We need to tell the team something, they know I was coming to check in with you” 

“You worry about getting us back to the hotel in time, I’ll handle the team.” The conversation ping ponged through the last remaining door, the pair making their way to the garage, serendipitously undetected.

Garcia: Famished-  Alvez and I are grabbing lunch. Systems are running. Be back in 40! 

She doesn’t send the text until Luke’s put the SUV in drive. 

Thankfully, they didn’t have that long to go; just three lights and a highway separated dangerous exposure from solitary safety. 

Penelope, flipping down the mirror, thumbs along her lip adjusting smudged- ok, nearly gone, lipstick. Rubbing her lips to spread it more evenly, Luke’s vision drifts, caught on the sight; fingers and lips, pucker and pout, the SUV drifting in kind, wheels riding heavy over the shoulder rumble strip. 

“Hay!” snaps out, surprised eyes turning on him at the inadvertent turn-on, a combination of the vibration of the seat hitting, and her current heightened sensitivity. He jerks the car back to the lane, but just as shortly, her cheeks flushing and mouth dropping open, panting lightly, a little devious thought- a tiny little devil- whispershe do it again…and so he does. This time heavy lidded eyes watching intentionally. 

Penelope jumps and gasps as they ride the strip longer, then pull off. 

Back again: Three. Short. Bursts 

His eyes flicker to the road and to her face, to her thighs falling open, wheels hitting the road studs, the vehicle thunking, her pelvis canting back, “Luke- stop- ple“ it’s a high and soft and beautiful kind of plead, she licks her lips and her shoulders roll back. He can feel his arousal spiking, erection growing, but doesn’t care, eyes darting to her chest, the redding pink exposed skin. Brushing back over the grooves, her hands grip either side of the seat, thighs squeezing tight together, eyes squeezing just as tightly, Luke so caught up in watching her, thinking what it would be to be in her, he almost misses their exit. 

Neither devil nor angle, but something in between, forces him back to attention, back to their goal. The hotel. Right. With no further instigation he drives them there, Penelope adjusting her clothing and posture for the remainder of the trip. 

She’s antsy, and bothered, and halfway there no thanks to him. She can feel herself dipping in and out, willing herself to remain, to not fall into to it, not lose grip and let those dastardly little antigens take over. 

As soon as he pulls into the parking lot she’s unbuckling her seatbelt, hand on the door handle, but images crowed her mind, of him, the looks he’d given her, how he looked when he came…what the rest of him might look like…feel like, her body shivering at the prospect.

The door tugs from her grasp, snapping her out of it, and there he stands, all six feet of his broad, muscled toughness and it doesn’t help things. Hand in his again, he pulls her, pushes her, guides her to the building, no time to loose…for either of them.    

The elevator to the third floor is fraught with stubborn and eroding self-control, every little spore riffling through his memory for every dirty, sexy, flirty, inappropriate thought and interaction they’ve had in spaces like this egging him on, building their case. He looks at her then, Penelope glancing over at the same time. 

shit

she gets caught in the heat 

Gaze locked on gaze for one beat, two- a second too long, she should have looked away…her mouth drops open, his eyebrows raising, and he pulls her into his arms, Penelope taking a seven story swan dive into the haze, the pulse and throb of his touch-

 but then-

 he stops.

Forehead on forehead, breath on breath, she can feel the pinch of his brow, and slowly, so slowly, they meet in the scant middle, her lips dancing on his, molasses, honey, sweet and languid, indulgent, a shared shuddering breath before it all comes crashing down, grip tightening, arms locking, Penelope on her toes, catching every deep and ravenous kiss befalling her, frantic, and lustful and desperate she clings to his hold, every atom in her shattering the reminding voice getting more and more distant, every atom in her needing to get closer and closer- no space between them until-

 a ding, an involuntary whimper when the shrill sound pierces through, she stops.

The rattle of doors, a short gruff grunt at her absence as his hands flinch to release her. 

The elevator opens, and Penelope, catching her breath, stares directly at the floor, knowing what will happen if she looks up again. 

Her room. Alone. That was the plan. Despite whatever she thinks she’s feeling, despite whatever he maybe thinks is a good idea, it’s the pollen, nothing more. 

She doesn’t say anything, no excuse, no apology, no goodbye, using all of her will, she quickly scurries from the pull of his gravity, but his legs propel him just as far, step for step Luke is trailing Penelope, heavy breath and fixed energy stretching between them, and their rooms, one right next to the other.

She stops short, fumbling with her bag to find the keycard, Luke bumping into her as he passes, jolting to a stop, his hand shooting out instinctually to keep her from falling, the brush of his fingertips, the pressure and warmth of his hand around her hip, she lets herself fall just a bit into him, Luke groaning, her ass cradling into his groin, his hand drifting lower, fingers lengthening, spreading, bracing her against him, signaling she come closer, her body following direction, soft and heavy into firm and hard. A breath escapes, her head rolls back, digits sliding over fabric finding the slope between her thighs, Penelope quietly moaning at the indescribable pleasure two thick fingers are capable of drawing on tense nerves.

He kisses and sucks her neck, feet shuffling forward, Penelope’s hands falling flat on the door, hips, cock, pressing into her ass, all he can hear is her helplessly breathy moans and pants as he strokes her wet clit over and over again through fabric, his free hand finding hers, feeling the key, slipping it from her grip and opening the door, each of them tumbling in. 

They barely detach before he’s bolted them back together, the force of their bodies colliding sending him backward, slamming the door shut. “Alvez- Lu-“ she’s panting and babbling, trying, but she doesn’t remember what to say, what she was going to say, just his name fills her, knocks her, sending her over. And his reaction to her calling him- hands and lips and legs and cock. He turns her, pinning her against the door, a muscled thigh and straining bulge pushing between legs, persuading passage, mouth drifting down her throat, she can hear him breathing heavy- or maybe it’s her, his thigh lifting and pressing and hips rolling, hands on her waist, hands framed around her as he steals another deep kiss. 

He’s entirely lost at the wheel, no longer Luke making decisions, but pollen. Penelope, hot and wanting, the way her body reacts to his, fuck, the sounds she’s making, all drive him further and further into the haze. Her blunt nails scratching down his back and dragging over his scalp, the sharp tug to his roots when he presses his thigh further into her and how she sinks onto it whimpering, legs trembling. “Yes- yes-“ drifts past his ear. His tongue and his mouth pause briefly over the delicate skin they’ve been worshiping, moving up, lips tracing ear as he suggests just as lightly, “more?” 

“Yes-“ 

It’s all he needs before his hands fly to his jeans, briefs and pants pulling down, and shirt flinging off in one rushed move, quick hands moving under her skirt as he jostles, toeing off his shoes and stepping out of each pant leg, his fingers curling and pulling her underwear down, bunching her skirt up, guiding her leg around his. Rapidly he swoops and bucks, Penelope shrieks, startled, fingers braced on his shoulders digging in as the ready begging tightness of her suddenly fills and protests- a shriek that turns into panting mewls as he gently kisses, sucks and nuzzles her full tits. He’s humming and murmuring, lips skipping across skin, stubble scratching as he sips away and she isn’t even aware of how her top has suddenly been removed but she’s glad he’s found a way. 

He’s taken by her plushness, how soft and smooth, creamy and warm her skin is, her perfume and oil, the musk he can smell, directing every lush lick and sensuous rub to her nipples. Her hands slide over his neck and down his back, move to his hips, his ass, fingers tightening, squeezing him closer, Luke growls at the prompt, bucking harshly, Penelope moaning, a throaty filthy thing, and his hands reach for hers, slamming them against the door, palms kissing palms, arms pinning arms, her leg wrapping tighter. He thrusts again, hips snapping, and she cries out, fingers curling, fresh wetness flooding his cock, he does it again and again, each door-rattling thrust garnering him a warbling moan or wailed sob. He kisses her, her lips, her cheek, her jaw, her throat, across her shoulder and over her bouncing tits, leaving little bites and nips, sucking skin between his lips and soothing with his tongue, all the while his cock pounding up into her, her leg climbing ever higher on his hips, calf and foot draped powerlessly around him in his single minded pursuit of claiming her, of streaking her with pleasure. His hips dip and rise, in and out, deep and far, thick and fast and rough, over and over, a brutal pace. The swollen muscle of his V pressing and rubbing relentlessly, the base of his cock, the sharp burst of air and slip of skin, fluids adding to the sting, pleasure, pain, frantic, urgent, he can feel her tightening around him, her velvet walls sucking his shaft, clenching, her thigh trying to hold him, and then the most beautiful thing, her moans and wails morph. 

“Yes, yes, oh- fudge, yeah, yeh- Lu-, please, ye-rig-LuUke!” Tight spasms grip his shaft, Penelope thrashing, head turning left and right, legs quaking, the door slamming around them, body and palms pressing into hers, her fingers curling around, nails digging into the backs of his hands as he brings himself to finish, ruthlessly pushing her through her constricting orgasm and right into another as cum and lube spread slick down his cock, Luke gasping a breathless moan. 

Spent, he slows, grip and full-body pin relaxing but still there for support, Penelope unsteady. They’re breathing hard, his forehead resting against the cool door as he slips out of her. She clears her throat, her leg dragging down his thigh, and just like that he’s snapped back again, blood rushing, fully erect, sunk beneath the ice. 

There is no clarity, no lust subsided this time, only the immediate need to be joined with her. Buried. Fully. Feeling the hot, wet, tremor of her massaging him, sucking him. Endlessly. His cock aches, throbs, feels like bursting- this time is worse than the first, this is awful, the demand, the pull, the burn of surging arousal, nerve endings on fire, Luke flinches curling forward in a cramping wave of pain that quickly washes into a roaring aphrodisia. 

He takes her hands, thumbs brushing palms, and brings each to his lips, pressing a tender, seductive kiss to the backs that had faced such force. “Please, I need to-“ it’s desperate, and wanting, he guides her hand to his firm, saluting cock, eyes connected with hers, pleading, hand over hand guiding hers in pumping up and down his veiny shaft, lids sinking, timber changing, deep and velvet, “Chica, I want you to straddle me, I want you above me, riding me, and milking me, and using me, I wanna see your face, your head tossed back and your chest thrust out as ecstasy rains through your body. I want to see you shake and quiver from my touch- I need to feel it, I need to see it. Penelope-” 

Her thoughts war, struggling between what she should do and what she’s already done; the lack of complication in solitude, the plan to separate which they’d already broken, the want to help, needing to get it out of their systems, all the while pollen invaders sending her body lighting from their shared movement. Dangerously, she looks to him, his eyes filled with sincere longing -and lust- It sweeps through her, a warm blossom low in her belly, the feeling erotic, all thought beyond reason, all urgency gone as the same fog washes over her, and all she can do is nod. 

Drifting, floating they’ve unknowingly been making their way from the door to the bed. Luke collapses as the backs of his legs hit the edge. Looking up at her through hooded lids, hands playing with the fabric of her dress still gathered around her waist, Penelope pushes his chest. Complying, Luke falls easily backward, a knee settling between his legs. His breath becomes heavy and he drags himself back further on the bed, Penelope crawling over him, the hem of her skirt tickling knees, thighs. She leans down, kissing him, Luke lifting to meet her, his hands searching for the zipper, for her bra clasp, finding them, tugging and unhooking. Feeling the items loosen Penelope breaks away, pleased at the whine she hears as she settles back on his quads. Not what he wanted. She grabs the skirt, arms crossed, and lifts, pulling it over her head, bra coming with it, Penelope free of her fabric confines, Luke now treated to the glorious sight of her bare, on top of him. 

His eyes roam from lustrous dark curls to heavy hanging, plump tits flecked red, raising them up further he scans her face, mouth slightly parted, cheeks flush, little blonde buns a fuzzy mess, and her eyes, those sweet brown candies, he sees are watching him, too.  

Her tongue peeks out, starting at his slack sharp jaw, glossy plump lips, drifting down to muscular, tan skin scattered with scars, his firm chest and cut abs…lower she follows the trail of hair that starts at his belly, down to the valley between his peaking hipbones, the meaty curves that frame them…lower still to his blushing cock, Penelope licking her lips. She clenches as devious thoughts fill her head. Bending forward, hands on the bed next to his thighs, she places a gentle kiss to the hot, shining tip, Luke hissing, his dick jumping, Penelope, grinning to herself and leaning further up his body. 

“Chica-“ Luke gasps, pleading for the only relief he knows.

Warm lips fall on his neck, tongue swirling, and then cascade further, tasting him. Down she sinks slowly over his chest, capturing nipples between wet lips, tongue lapping across the edges, the feel of it making him shiver, the feel of it on her tongue making her throb, she slips down further, lips skating between abs, tongue dipping into belly, he’s soapy, and salty, and tastes just a little like he smells- earthy and divine. Further, skin hot on her slick mouth, Penelope tongues around the curly base of his shaft, Luke’s hips jumping under her, hands gripping the blanket. She peeks up, hair falling in her eyes, catching him watching her with a gaze so hot, so intense, she feels like she’s being set ablaze, she blinks, her skin rushing with heat and straightens, shivering. Crawling back up his body, gaze unbroken, hips hovering above hips, she grasps his shaft, guiding the tip to her slick lips. Stoping momentarily, Penelope rubs him from clit through split vulva, over her entrance and back again, twitching and moaning at the light feel of his soft, spongy head on her stimulated nerves, then, realigning, presses him into her, gradually sinking down, down, head tilting back, eyes closing, mouth dropped open to release a shaky sigh, Luke, a perfectly delicious fit. 

Luke watches as his not-so-secret fantasy comes to life, how gratified she looks at just the fill of him, her chest glistening, heaving with light breath, blossoming pink and red. Flat palms reverently ghost up bare thighs and her eyes flutter open, his vision shifts from his own drifting hands to her watching him and back. His palms climb further, smoothing up thick, spread, hips and over her belly, he feels her body squeeze around his cock so snug inside her, fingertips trail up her sides as hands slip under heavy chest, cradling, thumbs brushing and swirling her nipples, she shudders, her hips canting forward and back, Penelope rocking herself to the movement, a sigh trapped behind her bitten lip. 

She hates how stupid it is, generic, cliché, and maybe it’s the pollen, it’s definitely the pollen, because everything about this is like a lazy romance novel; the way she moulds perfectly around his cock, how very Goldilocks or Arthurian it is, how his hands are forming around her breasts and his fingers are rolling her nipples just right and he’s strong and beautiful and looking at her full of love and wonder and she feels that bubbling warmth spreading as she slowly rides him back and forth, back and forth, grateful, pleasured, little mewls slipping out, the tickle of his velvety cock rubbing against her slick walls, her movements deepening, an exaggerated roll from pelvis to spine, her breath coming faster, going higher and higher with every undulating rock, the feel of his fingers sending signals shooting through her, Luke’s full mouth sucking on her tits, her hips swooping and swooping, thrusting and rolling, coming faster and faster, her hands on the balls of his shoulders as he disengages, laying back, watching as she takes selfishly from him. 

He’s mesmerized by the woman, the goddess atop him, the sight of her, Penelope in the throws, quickening, watching him, connected to him, until her eyes slip shut, mouth dropped, head tilting, tits thrusting out, her own hands twisting and pinching rosey nipples, shoulders rolling back, Penelope glowing, euphoric. His thumbs sweep the tender skin of her inner thighs, “beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,“ aches in his murmur.

She realizes it’s just like he said, she’s high above him chasing her pleasure, moaning and sighing, his large, calloused hands caressing her shaking thighs, his timber, her hips rolling, she can’t stop, spine straightening, head tossing back, her disheveled buns finally falling, long hair cascading, legs convulsing at his touch, her body milking him tightly, he feels so good, he feels so good, he feels- so good, he feels- so good, he feels- he feels- he fEELS- HE-  Her breath climbs and with it he’s pulled along, more, more, more, harder, stronger, firmer, Luke dizzying from what he’s sure has to be every blood cell in his body now in his cock, standing proud for her, being sucked and pulled and choked by her desperate cunt, encouraging through breathless pants, “that’s right- keep going- just like that- Gorgeous-” it’s a whispered chant that doesn’t let up, becomes more and more strained, more and more airy.

A catching stroke has her eyes fluttering open, immediately finding his own transfixed on her, the second they connect he tightens like a kick, cock jumping, swelling, hitting her just right, pushing her over, Penelope cumming and Luke  just as suddenly, eyes glossing and pupils dilating, a grunting moan mixing with her throaty pitching one, Penelope calling his name again, warbling, her thighs clenching him like a riding horse, his hips thrusting, hands holding fast to her as rough hot spurts of cum fill her again.

Catching her breath, coming down, she suddenly feels a skin-crawling urge to climb off him, to escape this embarrassing situation and hide it in a box on a shelf in a dark closet. 

She will not play the fool

which is how she knows

Shamefully her arms move to cross, covering some part of herself, “Right…I think…I’m…Are you…good?” Looking at him she isn’t sure she can tell, his eyes still shining and dark, a dreamy grin on his face, and he hasn’t stopped petting her legs, drawing circles. 

“You mean free of glittering gold Cupid’s arrows?” He briefly takes stock, “I can say with wavering confidence that I believe they’ve run their course.” 

“Well. Good. We should get back then,” she states matter of factly, and, grabbing her dress and underwear, she dismounts him, disappearing into the bathroom to dress and fix herself up. 

Luke lays on the bed for a moment longer watching her leave. 

Loving her is hard. Will be even harder now.

Penelope’s always been easy to read, that’s never been the problem, the problem is her words, her actions, don’t often match what he believes to be true. A hand rests over his heart as he thinks about what just happened and wonders where they go from here. He knows where he’d like to go, he’d like to not have to go back to the lab, he’d like for her to have stayed here next to him, lazy fingers playing on his skin, he’d like…for her to just open herself up to trying…be brave…He’d like that most of all. But he can guess where she’d have them go.

Each redressed, looking less ravaged, they make their way in silence out of the hotel and into the SUV, Luke opening her door, driving them, Penelope uncharacteristically giving no lip. The ride is quiet, so quiet he can’t stand it, so quiet he’s decided to hell with it. At least this might get some reaction. “So,“ he lets out a light, nervous, chuckle “Uh, Garcia-Pen… “ 

”Luke,” she huffs exasperated. Great he’s going to apologize, or- worse yet- remind her it was nothing. Just what she needs. “it’s fine, we can be adults about this. It was hitting you faster, and a lot stronger than it was me, maybe because you’re a guy and you know, testosterone, and virility, and sex drive and all that,- not that I don’t have a fantastic sex drive, I do- that’s not what I meant, that’s not the point… Ah- whatever, but it’s fine. Adults. We’re capable.” So what if they’d just had fantastic, mind-blowing sex? Multiple times. It doesn’t matter that no one has looked at her like he did. Does. He is Luke and she is Penelope, and they are just two members of the BAU who now share this weird secret they can never tell anyone…

Fluff She gets side tracked thinking about not telling, then starts bargaining with herself about who she really can tell. 

NO ONE. 

Because they are coworkers! That’s all. All the heightened emotions, the feelings, the feeling- it means nothing, because it was the pollen. Eros. Cupid. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time…they both did. 

“Yeah…” Luke nods distractedly, entertaining the thought of lying, brushing it off, and just agreeing with her, but realizes he can’t anymore. “Actually,” and then he shakes his head, “no. Whatever that means, no. I don’t want it. I don’t want to- I’m pretty sure it hit me as strong and fast as it did because…I have feelings for you. So, if that means forgetting this, that this was meaningless or forgettable, that you are forgettable- you want me to forget…No. It wouldn’t be possible for me. This is not forgettable to me. And, I don’t want it to be.”

“Well…” she sputters, completely thrown, “tough crackers, mister. We work together, you can’t- you have to forget-“ She isn’t sure why she says it, it’s not like the whole working together thing has ever really stopped anyone and she’s pretty sure she does like him a whole lot…a whole lot.

Luke laughs glancing over, “Why? Rossi and Strauss worked together, you and that tech guy-” and then he stops, a creeping horrible thought dawning on him. Suddenly he wants to pull over, wants to never have brought it up, wants to fold into himself. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him and he feels like such an ass. 

The words seep out, Luke helpless to stop the slow crawl from brain to tongue, “… If it worked fast on me because of my feelings…it didn’t work as fast on you because…you don’t.” 

She could lie…she could tell him that was right, she doesn’t have feelings for him, feelings that, despite her best efforts in resistance, he’s only managed to force into growing. She’s staring at her lap, at her fidgeting fingertips, but she sees his head turned toward her, vision bouncing from road to her. She looks up at him, pleading he not make her say it, pleading he let it go…and watches as his expression turns from hope, to disappointment, to resignation.

“Right. Right.” He turns back, defeated, crushed. A hand lets go of the wheel rubbing his face. He can see it in her eyes, but it’s not his place to force her. 

“You know what? No-“ quickly he pulls over to the side of the highway

“Luke! The lab!”

“No one’s texted either of us, just. Let me say this. I want to give this a chance. Penelope, I’ve liked you for…so long. I know you feel the same, I know you’re scared-“ 

“You don’t know anything-” 

He grips the steering wheel tightly out of frustration, growling, “Then tell me. Tell me honestly, and I’ll stop. Tell me honestly, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

Looking at him, she frowns, her voice growing small “I….I can’t-“ 

“Then let’s try. We’ve already got the hard part out of the way, we know how to be around each other… Let me take you to dinner, let me try to make you happy.”

“Ha! Being with you is the opposite of happy-” her face breaks, the jab is familiar footing, teasing.

“Penelope, I’m serious! You already know I’m here for you, you know… that I love you. If there’s some part of you…that thinks you love me too, let me try to make that part happy…”

The smile melts, her eyes turning sad and watery, and he knows what comes next, ”…Luke, we need to get back.” It’s not an answer, but it is. 

He can’t recall the last time he’s felt this way, but right now isn’t the time. He shuts his eyes stuffing it all back into a box and pulls the gear shift, glancing over his shoulder before pulling back onto the highway. Some gambles don’t pay off. 

They’re minutes from the lab, trees passing, neither saying a word, his eyes carefully trained on the road, on the cars around them, Luke set on simply getting them back when her voice breaks through the white noise of tires on asphalt.

His head jerks as he glances, not really hearing her, “What was that?”  

Penelope clears her throat, speaking louder, “I said, but I’d like to try…”

Slowly, a small smile spreads in reaction, a warm and happy kind of smile she’s never seen, free of cheek and mischief “Yeah?”

Penelope nods rapidly, sucking down a steadying breath, “yeah.” 

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