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Imagine...

Being Gibbs’ girl and going to visit him at NCIS during a break in your work day. You hurry out of the elevator, excited to see your man, your grin faltering at the sight of a brunette with legs for days perched on the edge of his desk. She’s skimming her fingers around the lip of her coffee cup over and over, and even from your vantage point at the edge of the bullpen you can read her like a book: the open body language, the attention-grabbing red lip, the clear fuck me eyes as they leer over your boyfriend’s form. She stands to brush an invisible piece of lint off one of his lapels, and you tamp down the urge to snarl. Instead, sweet as honey, you sing, “Jethro!”

He turns at the sound of your voice, a slow smile spreading across his face when he spots you, and warmth radiates throughout your body. With a few strides of his long legs, he’s standing before you, inquiring, “Who let you out of the psych ward?”

You toy with the hem of your scrubs and roll your eyes playfully. It’s his favorite joke when he sees you in uniform- and much to your chagrin, it’s become your favorite, too.

“Who’s your new friend?” you ask, inclining your head subtly in the unfamiliar woman’s direction. You can see over Jethro’s shoulder that she has a case file in hand, but she’s clearly assessing your interaction.

“Ms. Hart is a lawyer with a vested interest in this case.”

“Of course that’s her name,” you scoff, and he chuckles before supplying, “There’s no e, sweetheart. More importantly, mine belongs to you.” He presses his lips to your hairline and you hum, closing your eyes and muttering, “I don’t think that’s the part of you she has a vested interest in.”

He lets out a genuine laugh at that, chucking your chin affectionately. “Green’s a new look for you, babe.”

“Oh, shut up, Jet.” You tuck your fingers into the lapels of his suit jacket, intentionally brushing your thumb over the spot she previously touched, and growl, “Mine.”

“All yours,” he confirms with that sexy little smile in his arsenal that only you get to see. You curl your fingers tighter around the fabric, drawing Jethro down towards you and pressing your lips soundly against his. Your tongue sweeps past his lips and he gasps softly, surprised by the sudden show of dominance from his normally sweet, deferential girl. You let a respectable amount of time pass, ensuring that your little act hasn’t gone unseen, before pulling back and licking your lips with a gleam in your eye. You raise your thumb to the corner of Jethro’s mouth and swipe at the smudge of nude lipstick you’ve left behind.

He gives a gentle yet firm squeeze to your hips, his voice low when he says, “We’ll pick this up tonight, yeah?”

“If you’re good,” you grin. Using his broad shoulders to turn him back toward his team, you tap his ass and bark, “Back to work, Gunny!”

You meet Ms. Hart’s gaze with a sly smile, calling your goodbyes to the rest of the team. Passing Fornell on the way out, you shoot him a flirty wave, then turn to make purposeful eye contact with Jethro before the elevators doors close.

Tobias approaches Gibbs, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face, and mutters, “Me-ow. What was all that about?” 

Your boyfriend narrows his eyes, twinkling with mirth, and responds, “Down, boy. You can’t have that one.”

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Ooh I thought of one tony flirting with ny not knowing she's married to or dateing Gibbs.

SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! I hope you enjoy! :)

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Are You Done?

Jethro Gibbs x f!reader

Warnings: just some flirty, jealous-ish fluff

“Ziva, Tony, McGee,” The honey-smoked voice you’d grown to love boomed across the bullpen, “On your feet — Someone for you to meet.”

The team gathered near where you stood alongside Jethro. All three sent reluctant smiles your way until Gibbs began to speak again. He introduced you formally with your first and last name, and the uninspiring title of “The new HR rep.”

Great, you thought, they’re gonna hate me already.

“Ha-alright,” Tony stuck his hand out to shake yours energetically, “It’s good to have another pretty face to share all my work problems with. Hey, you know, that new guy in legal is really getting under my skin; he’s so—“

“DiNozzo,” Jethro cut in, “Let her settle in before you start bellyaching, huh?”

You all let out a chuckle and the team retreated back to their desks. Jethro shot you a quick grin and nodded towards a nearby hallway before escorting you to your new office.

The next few hours went along as well as they could for the first day at a new job. You met your new coworkers, started to learn your way around the office, and took note of where the handsome Special Agent Gibbs spent most of his time.

——

As the evening wound down, you made your way back to where your day began to check in with investigative team — they had been the most welcoming to you all day, so you decided to make it a point to get to know them all better.

You weren’t surprised to see the whole crew still hard at work. Ziva was on and off the phone consistently, speaking a different language each time she started a new conversation. McGee seemed too engrossed in his screen and keyboard to notice the outside world. Tony was leaned back in his chair, slouched in a leisurely pose, going through some files that were overflowing with papers spilling out onto his lap.

Then there was Jethro. He looked stoic as ever with a few papers spread out over his desk, his gaze shifting from the neatly stacked documents to his computer screen and back again. His hand drifted over to his ever-full cup of coffee without taking his eyes away from his work. It was only when he placed the cup back into its spot in the corner of his desk that he noticed you entering their shared workspace.

The way he announced your name in greeting caused a smile to creep involuntarily across your face.

A simple, “Hi,” is all you could muster as you tried to gain your composure back.

“Ready to quit yet?” He quipped with that shit-eating grin you love so much spreading across his face.

You simply scoffed in response as he pulled up an extra chair for you to sit next to his desk and decompress. The quiet hum of the air conditioning was nearly lulling you to sleep until Tony made his way over and stopped in front of you, one arm leaning on a shelf and looking your way.

“Hey HR, how was your first day?” He asked you honestly, but you could see the wheels of flirtation spinning in his mind.

“It’s been,” You took a deep breath in and motioned to the stack of files spilling out of your bag, “A lot to take in.”

Tony chuckled and took a step closer to you, leaning in to pat you gently on the shoulder affectionately.

“A smart, beautiful woman like you?” He exhaled quickly like there was something hot in his mouth, “You can handle that and more, I’m sure of it.”

You smiled and shot him an, “Oh, thanks.” Jethro had warned you about Tony, and you just couldn’t wait to see how far he would let it go on before his protectiveness kicked into high gear. You swore you could almost feel the heat Jethro was giving off as jealousy crept up into his chest.

Tony went on picking your brain, polite as ever, but with a hint of playfulness that you knew had to be driving your boyfriend crazy.

“So,” Tony began after laughing about your shared love of coffee creamer more so than coffee, “What does your boyfriend do for a living?”

You hadn’t disclosed that you were in a relationship, but it was his age-old way of prying to see how much further he could take his flirting.

“He’s actually a federal agent, too, kinda like you,” You let your lips curl in a smirk and raised your eyebrows at him, taunting him to keep asking more questions.

“Oohh, so you like ‘em a little rough around the edges, huh?” The two of you laughed before he kept poking for more information, “So what is he? FBI? CIA? Don’t tell me it’s Secret Service?”

“Mmhmm, something like that,” You teased, leaning forward to grab a sip of your coffee, “Can’t spill all my secrets just yet, Tony.”

You heard Jethro let out a scoff, his finger tapping rapidly on his pen as the impatience invaded his senses more and more. He fidgeted a bit with a file before abruptly standing up, sending his chair flying back into the divider wall behind him, and took off somewhere around the corner.

“Jeez,” Tony grumbled, “He’s always in a bad mood.”

You exhaled sharply and grinned, “I’m sure he isn’t always be in a bad mood.”

Tony flashed his charming, pearly smile and shook his head endearingly, “You don’t know Gibbs like I do, sweetheart.”

You returned a salacious smile while Tony adjusts his stance to lean his relaxed frame closer to you. Your eyes lifted to meet his, a spirited glint in your eye as you see a handsome figure appear in the very corner of your peripheral.

“So, HR, I know a great Thai food place just down the road, whatcha say I take you there, show you some of our NCIS hospitality?” He grins confidently awaiting your answer, which he just knows will be a resounding “yes.”

Tony straightens up quickly as a sharp whap hits him in the back of the head. Your eyes widen in surprise, but crinkle into a laugh as soon as the realization hits you.

“DiNozzo,” The booming voice you’d come to know growled from behind Tony’s terrified face, “Are you done?”

“Ow! Sorry boss! Just talking, ah. Done with what again, sir?” He rubbed the back of his head and tried to shake off the embarrassment of being scolded by the boss in front of a woman he was trying to impress. He slinked back a step, allowing Jethro’s strong frame to come all the way into your view. His body language oozing with possessiveness and nerve.

“Done flirting with my woman,” He growled, his intensity stirring a fire deep within your belly.

You wished you’d had a camera in your hand to capture the look of sheer terror on Tony’s face. A laugh spilled out of your lips as he stuttered out something akin to an apology, an explanation, anything to keep Jethro from kicking him right in the ass.

You stood up to grant Jethro a quick peck on his rough lips before tucking into his shoulder, his hand placed firmly on your lower back.

“I’m sorry I let you keep going, Tony,” You apologized with a hint of sarcasm in your voice, “I just couldn’t help myself.” A deep, grumbling scoff vibrated out of Jethro’s chest as he shook his head, fighting desperately to keep a smirk from creeping onto his lips.

It was only now you thought to look around, realizing with a blush that everyone in the room was staring at you, eyes glued to this unfortunate and hilarious confrontation. You felt embarrassed for only a moment before Tony cleared his throat, his face still beet red and wide-eyed.

“It won’t happen again, boss and, uh, ma’am — boss ma’am, Mrs. boss, uh—“ Tony was back to his stumbling apology. You couldn’t help but let another laugh dance from your lips.

“Tony, you can still call by my name,” You smiled placing a reassuring pat on his shoulder, “Right, Jethro?” You shot him a look with a raised eyebrow, signaling him to cut Tony a break.

Jethro only hummed a soft “mmmhhmm” before clapping his hand softly to your back, pressing gently to guide you toward the elevator. You gratefully leaned into his touch and waved goodbye to the still-staring team.

“All of you, back to work, now,” Jethro demanded with force, and you had to stifle back the giggle threatening to escape. Everyone hurriedly opened their files and picked up their phones, not daring to piss Gibbs off any more.

The act dropped the second you stepped into the elevator. That deliciously snarky smile you love snaked onto Jethro’s face as he yanked you into a steamy kiss, laughing into your parted lips.

“Brat,” He growled into your ear, his hot breathe sending a shiver down your spine.

“You love it,” You tease back.

He tucks you into him for another quick embrace as the elevator comes to a stop just outside the parking garage. His lips brush quickly over your temple before sliding his hand down to intertwine while the elevator doors start to creak open.

“Yes, ma’am, I do”

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Gibbs x reader - a risk

Tapping the table in Abby’s lab, you frowned at the floor. Gibbs had sent you there after you accidentally made a mistake, he was furious and had a go at you in front of many people, local cops, your team mates, civilians… to say you were embarrassed and upset was an understatement.

“Hey (N/N), you should sleep..” Abby smiled.

“Can I have bert?” You sniffed. 

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Unwanted Visitor

WORD COUNT: 1110

REQUEST:  I am having some INTENSE period cramps, like to the point of tears. I was just wondering if you could write something with damien where he’s just a sweet and caring boyfriend to his gf on her period.

A/N: these are all on backlog now, and so is my brain. a big thank you to my betas though, here’s a short piece for all y’all

If you were going to be honest, you were having a shit day. Not only had you been late to work that morning, but you had also been late because you got an unexpected visitor two minutes before you planned to leave the house that morning. Aunt Flo had decided to wreck your day before it had even begun and you were not happy about that. 

Of course, her visit meant you weren’t pregnant but it also meant you had to spend the extra time to change after you were already bundled up in your winter gear. You didn’t mind the cold weather but gosh was it a pain to get everything on and then back off after your thirty-minute commute. 

To make matters worse, on your way back from work you had reached into your bag only to realize that you had left your Midol on your desk and didn’t have the will to take the train back during rush hour. 

You got home, greeted both your cats and promptly collapsed on the couch. You essentially wriggled out of your winter wear and left everything in a heap next to the couch. Two hours later and you hadn’t moved. Freyja had made herself a bed out of your winter coat while Zelda decided that she’d lay directly on your stomach. You weren’t gonna lie, the heat was a welcome feature. The weight, however, made things a little uncomfortable. 

You managed to fall into an uncomfortable half-asleep state, barely acknowledging when the front door opened and Zelda jumping off of you to greet her dad. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Damien greeted, kicking off his shoes and hanging his coat by the door. He came over and kissed you on the forehead, noticing how your clothes were haphazardly thrown on the floor. “What’s wrong?”

You said nothing, groaning in pain and curling into a ball on your side. You went limp and decided to complain to him. “I got my period like ten minutes before I left for work and I was late this morning and then I left my Midol at work but I was already on the train back when I realized and now I’m in pain.”

He frowned and disappeared into the small kitchen, opening the microwave and throwing something relatively heavy into the appliance. You watched as he grabbed his coat, “I’m gonna head to the drug store. I’ve put your heating pad in the microwave.”

He pecked your lips and put his shoes on, “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Do you want anything other than Midol?”

You smiled at him, “What did I do to deserve a fiance like you?”

You watched as his cheeks flushed, “I’ll be back.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit then.”

When you heard the door shut and the cats had returned to their posts, you rolled off the couch and stumbled up. You felt a little disoriented, feeling all the blood rush up to your head after laying for such a long time. After a quick trip to the bathroom and then to your bedroom to change into your pajamas, you grabbed the heating pad from the microwave and laid back down on the couch. 

Damien came back and beelined to the kitchen. You heard the rustling of paper bags and the freezer opening and then closing again. When he came to sit next to you, you sat up to accept the drugs and water. 

You put the water on a side table and settled into Damien’s open arms. He put on a show the both of you were watching together and you sat there in silence, enjoying each other’s company. 

“I love you,” you whispered as if it were a secret only the two of you could know. You giggled a little bit, feeling like a child in love. 

“I love you more,” he whispered back, giggling as well. 

You looked up at him, at everything he didn’t like about himself and everything you loved about him. For the ten years the two of you have been together for, he’s never strayed his affections and every day you found yourself falling more and more in love with him. 

“Let’s get married,” you said, looking into his eyes. 

“We’re already getting married in a month, Y/n,” Damien smiled fondly at you. 

“That’s just the ceremony,” you frowned. “Next week, let’s go to city hall and fill out the papers and be married.” 

“Why the sudden decision?”

“I just love you so much that every time I look at you, I feel like my heart could explode. Please, we can still have a ceremony and everything. It’ll be a fun party for our friends and family, but just the thought of being able to call you my husband,” he cut you off with a kiss. 

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer, the heating pad falling to the floor as you climbed onto his lap so that you were straddling him. “I love you so much, Damien. I’ve loved you since we were eighteen, long before we both thought the same thing.”

He laughed, his arms hooked behind your back to keep you on his lap. “Are you really quoting One Direction at me?”

“I couldn’t think of anything else to say!” you defended yourself. “Besides, it’s true! That song is actually us!”

“I still remember the day in the library when you came up to me to ask me to get a book on a shelf,” Damien reminisced, a goofy smile stuck on his face. 

“I’m glad I asked you and not the librarian,” you slid off his lap and sat next to him, feet tucked under you and facing him. “Besides, she was scary. She never liked me either.”

“Imagine what would have happened if you asked anyone else but me,” Damien poked your side, making fun of you. 

“Let’s not think about the what-ifs,” you frowned and poked him back. “Because we’re here now and you can forever get things off the top shelf for me.”

“I resent that,” he stuck his tongue out. He got up and you watched as he got a bowl from said top shelf and make a bowl of ice cream. He grabbed two spoons and brought it back to the couch. 

Zelda emerged from your bedroom with her sister following and decided to join you both on the couch. Freyja wormed her way in between the two of you while Zelda opted to sit atop your lap. The TV still played softly in the background as you fell in love with the moment your small family created.

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Smosh, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging

Shayne Topp x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): swearing, thongs, gets kinda spicy towards the end but nothing too smutty (making out, hickeys, butt-grabbing lmao)

Notes: This was a rabbit hole I didn’t expect to go down, but here we are.

Summary: you and Shayne have been keeping your relationship on the down low for a while, but as much as you keep sharing clothes, you're just begging to be caught.

“Sooooo," Courtney said, leaning up against your desk. "Who’s shirt are you wearing?”

You choked on your coffee, quickly turning away from your laptop so you could cough it out. “What?”

She grinned. “The shirt. It’s definitely not yours, so who’s is it?”

You wiped your mouth, blushing furiously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The shirt’s mine.”

“Oh yeah?” She said, a challenging look in her eyes that made you want to run to the nearest exit. “Why’d you buy a men’s shirt that’s too big in the shoulders and too long in the arms?”

“Uh…style?”

“Bullshit!” She exclaimed, laughing. “Come on, just tell me! Do I know him?”

“What’s going on over here?” Tommy asked, walking over to your desk with Amanda and Angela not far behind.

“Y/N’s wearing a guy’s shirt and she won’t tell me who’s it is,” Courtney explained.

You put your face in your hands. “Tell the whole team why don’t you…”

“Ooh, Y/N’s got a boyfriend,” Amanda teased with a waggle of her eyebrows.

You didn’t deny the accusation (which was true), so they egged on further.

“Where’d you guys meet?”

“When did you start having sex?”

“Do you borrow his clothes often?”

“Is he big?”

“Oh my god, you guys!” You shouted, burying your burning face into your knees. “Can we drop it?”

“Only because we have a shoot to do,” Courtney said. “When we get back I expect all the details.”

You frowned at her as the three of them retreated from your desk.

“They bothering you?”

You looked over and felt yourself relax. Shayne was standing there with a grin, hands tucked awkwardly into the front pockets of his jeans.

“Well, they seem to think I’m wearing a guy’s shirt,” you said with a small smile. “Can’t possibly know what they’re talking about.”

Shane chuckled, glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, and kissed you on the forehead.

It had been a bit of a running joke between you for a while, but you usually managed to sneakily wear something of the other’s around the office without anyone noticing.

While Shayne’s generally had to be smaller (he’d look pretty obvious wearing one of your shirts), you had more of a selection.

You wore his denim jacket, he wore your fuzzy socks. You wore one of his snapbacks, he wore one of your bracelets. You wore his crewneck, he wore one of your necklaces. You wore his beanie, he wore your belt. You wore his flannel, he wore your sweatpants.

It had been going on for a while, but Shayne’s button-up was the one getting the attention.

“Wait ‘til they find out I’m wearing your underwear,” Shayne whispered.

You blushed. “You are not.”

Shayne grinned, walking away from you towards set.

“Shayne, you are not!” You called after him.

He just laughed.

You dropped yourself back into your chair with a huff.

You and Shayne had been seeing each other on the down low for a while, not feeling comfortable to come forward about it just yet.

It was one thing if the relationship was going strong for a while and it was someone who didn’t work on the crew, but this was still new territory and keeping it to yourselves would make it less awkward if things happened to not work out.

Plus you were pretty sure Shayne liked the rush of sneaking around; stealing kisses when a space was empty (rare), going with you to pick up coffee or props (occasionally), staggering the way you entered the building when you rode to work together (nearly always).

And you could admit that it was pretty fun sharing secret glances or dirty looks that read “I’ll get you back for that later.” But trying to lie to your friends about stuff when they asked was hard.

Still, you could deal with it for now if it meant you could keep your little secret for a bit longer.

“No way!”

You snapped out of your daze, turning from the script you’d been editing as the shouts from set grew louder.

It was a TNTL shoot so nothing unusual about the loudness but something this time drew you towards it.

Saving what you were working on, you got up and went to see what the fuss was about.

You nearly died on the spot when you recognized the hot pink thong that you usually kept tucked safely away in your drawer at your apartment sticking to Shayne’s ass.

Granted, it was mostly covered by his pants but there was still plenty showing, as it was pulled up by the sides probably as far as he could get it.

Keith was in the hot seat but everyone had come out from behind the divider to see this.

“Oh my god,” was thrown around a lot.

Shayne looked pretty proud of himself for this one, a smug look on his face.

“Where did you even get these,” Courtney asked, incredulous.

“Bought them just for this.”

Lie.

He made quick eye contact with you, and you could tell he was trying not to burst into laughter again and give you away.

They fell into the usual outro spiel so you walked back to your desk to start working again before the girls could come finish interrogating you.

Suddenly, however, you found it hard to focus on editing.

It was a Beopardy video so it should be easy for you (you’d edited a hundred of them) but you couldn’t help but notice Shayne’s outfit.

It was a normal one: white shirt, khakis, jacket. But what caught your eye was your necklace that was dangling around his neck.

It was a (first initial) necklace that you’d had for years and, as far as you knew, no one had commented on it the day he wore it.

You felt an odd mix of emotions about this subtle “claim” of him, an obvious but quiet declaration of your relationship that nobody had questioned.

At least, not yet. The video wasn’t posted yet and fans had a way of deducing things about the Smosh team’s private life that they weren’t super comfortable with (whether true or not).

“Y/N!”

You screeched as Damien slammed his hand down on your desk.

“Don’t do that!” You chided, taking off your headphones.

He and Shayne had both gathered at your desk and were smiling, which was suspicious enough.

“What’s this I hear about you wearing a guy’s shirt?” Damien asked.

Damn it, Courtney.

“It’s my shirt,” you defended, going with your original excuse.

Shayne’s grin widened slightly over Damien’s shoulder.

“Well, let’s just see then,” he said, walking over and grabbing the collar of the shirt. “Calvin Klein, nice. Your guy’s got good taste in shirts.”

You frowned and pushed him away.

“Shayne, don’t you have a shirt exactly like that?” Damien asked.

You sucked in a breath.

“Yeah, I do,” Shayne replied. “We must shop at the same stores, Y/N. Maybe I’ll run into him. Maybe I know him.”

You rolled your eyes. “Do you guys have nothing better to do than bug me?”

“As a matter of fact, we don’t.”

You groaned. “Go bug someone else, please. I’m trying to get this video done.”

“You sure?” Damien asked. “Because when I came over here it sure looked like you were enthralled with Shayne’s muscles.”

“Oh, grow up,” you said, watching as Damien scurried away before you could swat at him.

Shayne, on the other hand, not afraid of a swatting, shoved something into your palm below the desk before following Damien.

Confused, you looked down at your hand to find your pink thong in all its glory and a note from Shayne that said, ‘sorry for stealing them. Maybe you can punish me later ;)’

You blushed again and shoved them into your bag before trying to get back to work, which had become nearly impossible now.

You finally got the video done by the time everyone was wrapping up for the day, and good thing, too, because you were ready to get the hell out of there.

“Hey, you need a ride home?” Shayne asked, casually.

You usually “ubered” to work, so it wasn’t unusual for someone to offer you a ride.

It also wasn’t unusual that it was mostly Shayne.

“That’d be great,” you replied brightly.

“Ooh! See if you can pull any more information about this guy out of her,” Courtney said, hanging over Shayne’s shoulder. “We’ve already got that he’s blond, works out, and is a white man.”

“Well, damn, Courtney, that could be half the guys in California,” Shayne joked.

“I know, that’s why your mission” -she poked him in the cheek- “is to get something else out of her.”

“I’ll do my best,” Shayne said, waving Courtney off before turning back to you. “Ready?”

If anyone was paying attention, they just might’ve seen the way you looked at each other and figured you out.

But since no one was, you walked out of Smosh Headquarters after another day of fooling your friends.

“Who do you think will find out first?” You asked when Shayne started driving towards your apartment (which was a little closer than his).

He hummed thoughtfully. “Probably Courtney. She’s got this whole sleuthing thing going on about your guy.”

You hummed. “Damian’s like your best friend, though, surely he’s noticed something different.”

“He hasn’t asked but he does think I’ve been seeing somebody and I’m not ready to introduce her to my friends yet,” Shayne replied.

You nodded. “We’ll have to come clean soon, you know.”

He reached over and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it.

It was a simple gesture that he did often but it made your stomach flutter each time.

“I know.”

You rode in silence for a while, Shayne holding your hand. You guys hadn’t really discussed how you would tell everyone about your relationship but you knew the conversation was looming now that questions had been raised by your friends/coworkers.

Neither of you were ready for it just yet.

Shayne pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex and found a spot easily, which seemed to be a superpower of his.

“Shay,” you said hesitantly, squeezing his hand and stopping him before he could leave the driver’s seat. “How are we going to tell them?”

Shayne bit his lip before speaking. “How about we just… let them find out? Stop all the sneaking around and see who sees first? Then we can explain.”

“Okay,” you replied. “I think that’s a good idea.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your temple before you both got out of the car.

A memory surfaced and you brightened as you guys got into the elevator.

“You know,” you said. “There’s still a punishment in order for what you did to my poor pink thong.”

Shayne blushed but you also saw the way his eyes darkened in anticipation. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reached over and grabbed his ass before whispering in his ear. “You’ve been a naughty boy.”

Shayne suppressed a moan and watched anxiously for the elevator to hit your floor.

You sneakily leaned over and began kissing his neck, sucking small marks into his skin. An obvious claim this time.

One of his hands landed on your waist and a sound bubbled from his throat that spurred you on.

Sure, this was an elevator with a camera, but people had done much worse things in it.

Still, you weren’t keen on punishing your boyfriend in the elevator and eagerly pulled him along when the doors opened on your floor.

Shayne’s hands wandered as you fumbled with the keys to get your apartment door open.

You would hope nobody walked by, but that was a concern far from your mind at that moment as you pushed open the door and pulled Shayne inside, only to press him up against it as it closed.

Shayne relished in your control as you held his hands above his head and slid your tongue in his mouth.

He hummed into your kiss and chased your lips when you pulled away.

"Ah, ah, ah," you said with a silly waggle of your finger. "This is a punishment, remember?"

He groaned. "I'm gonna hate this, aren't I?"

You chuckled, pulling him towards your bedroom. "Next time, ask to wear my thong, and you might get a reward."

"How soon can I take you up on that offer?"

***

“Holy shit, dude!” Damien said. “How many hickeys did this girl give you?”

Shayne was cursing under his breath.

You knew this was going to happen, and he’d fallen for it like an idiot. A horned-up, desperate-for-his-girlfriend idiot.

You knew he was supposed to shoot today, but now they were going to push those videos back because it wasn’t going to work when his neck and collarbone were covered in bruises.

“Long story,” Shayne said.

Not a lie; it definitely would be.

“Oh, come on, you can’t say this is yours!”

The boys looked over to where Courtney was hovering around your desk again this morning.

You were wearing Shayne’s shirt from yesterday, and he nearly made you both late for work when he saw you in it.

You shrugged.

“Oh, come on!” Courtney almost whined. “It doesn’t even fit you! If you didn’t want me asking about it, then why’d you wear it!”

You shrugged again.

It was driving Courtney insane.

"Hey, Y/N, did you get that footage I sent over?" Anthony asked, appearing seemingly out of nowhere at your desk.

You nodded. "Yeah, I saw it in my email this morning. I can probably get that cranked out and sent back to you by the end of the day if you need it."

"That'd be great, but no rush. Just do your thing."

He paused, face contorting as he looked you up and down.

Courtney noticed that he noticed and hurried to get Anthony in on the gossip: “I know! She’s-“

“Why are you wearing Shayne’s shirt?”

Her sentence died on her tongue and Damien’s mouth dropped open.

“Shayne’s shirt?” she squeaked.

“Yeah, he wore it in the sketch yesterday. Ian sent me a picture of the thong thing- Y/N, why are you wearing his shirt?”

Your face was on fire, and Shayne, it seemed, had stopped functioning.

You could see the pieces clicking together in Damien’s mind as he connected the hickeys to the shirt.

“No,” he said, mouth still wide open. “You guys are-“

“Shayne’s shirt??” Courtney repeated, flabbergasted.

“Um…surprise?” You said, grinning sheepishly.

“How could I have missed that?!” Courtney shouted. “It’s so obvious now! You two are always staring at each other and shit! Gah!”

You laughed awkwardly, avoiding everyone's gaze.

"And you!" Courtney said, pointing a finger at Shayne. "How could you not tell me about this! I need details right now!"

"Courtney, quiet down, you're going to let the whole office know-"

"Oh, I'm gonna tell the whole office! She's been parading around in your shirts for everyone to see!"

You put your head in your hands, regretting every decision that's brought you to now.

Well, except for dating Shayne. Because while Courtney was raving and Damien was laughing, he was looking at you to see if you were okay.

You smiled softly, giving him a small nod.

He smiled back before jumping into normal Shayne mode and ripping right back on Courtney. "You had me try and find out, too! You asked her boyfriend to find out who her boyfriend was!"

You watched them amusedly as the commotion began bringing others around to see what was unfolding.

It wasn't until he cleared his throat that you remembered Anthony was still standing there.

“So,” he said. “Was the thong yours?”

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In It For The Long Run

Smosh : Fic

Shayne x Reader

Word Count: 2029

Warnings: My goodness… just this strong desire to have this date with Shayne! I heckin’ love this wonderful man 

Request: This is just from my own head 😊

A/N: Shayne is well-known for his infamous love life, so when he reveals on the podcast that he might have a special someone everyone explodes with questions and speculations

“I don’t know what it is about going on a simple date to a little coffee shop, but I completely lose my mind,” Courtney stated adamantly into her microphone, “It should be simple, right? It’s just hanging out mostly…”

“Unless it leads to something else,” Ian snickered, scrolling through his laptop. And the face Courtney gave him made Shayne lean away with violent giggles.

She played with her headphones, “Exactly, thanks Ian.”

“No, no – it makes sense,” Shayne stated, a smile trained on his face, “Going on dates can be nerve wracking and sometimes that pressure makes you do weird things.”

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Been Engaged

Smosh : Fic

Damien x Reader

Word Count: 2054

Warnings: This just took a turn I was not expecting 😂 reader is a shy thing but their love is so pure… 

surprisingly with a shy reader this fic tilted more towards poor Shayne’s sanity ❤

Request: “Hey! I don’t know if you have already seen the new “who knows me best” video but can I request a Damien x reader where it’s work boyfriend vs real life girlfriend where Damien is testing Shayne and the reader? Thank you in advance if you write it!” @star-mum​

A/N: It’s Real Girlfriend vs Work Boyfriend as Damien sits in the hot seat with the biggest bombshell question to make any viewer instantly quake in their seats

“Hello ev-er-y-bo-dy!” Damien stated, enunciating every syllable with a different tone. “You better believe in how excited I am to be sitting in this chair. On last episode of Who Knows Me Best, we had Shayne on the throne with Courtney and I.”

“And you failed as a best friend,” Shayne plainly stated, immediately erupting into laughs at his own joke.

Damien smacked a hand onto his thigh, resting it there, “You really know how to set the mood for a game, Shayne.” He faced the other side of the table where (Y/N) sat beside Shayne, a nervous edge to her stance.

“And now it is my turn to perch the stool of royalty…” (Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle, making Damien flicker his eyes towards her, “… and set my Work Boyfriend and Real Girlfriend in the ultimate battle of who deserves my true love. It’s (Y/N).”

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JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON — STRANGER THINGS | S04E08

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“Your chemical WHAAAAAA?”

“Romance. It’s only the single greatest rock band to come out of the early 21st century.”

“More like the single GAYEST rock band to come out of the early 21st century’s CLOSET! BOOYAH!”

“It is NOT! They taught me about love. For another man. And lust. For another man. And committing mass murder. In the name of another man.”

“Fry, I hate to agree with Bender on anything, but that DOES sound pretty gay.”

“Guh! Just look at all of them! That corpse paint makeup is SO retro glamp!”

“Hey, SHUT UP! All of you! I don’t have to sit here and listen to this! If you need me, I’ll be rewatching Black Parade Is Dead in HD Max HiRes Pro™️ UltraSpec!”

“More like Black Parade is GAY in HD Max HiRes Pro™️ UltraSpec.”

“I thought I told you to SHUT UP!!!!”

“I wish I had someone to romance MY chemicals…”

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coffee break

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ amy’s birthday ficlet weekend ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

clint barton x reader

prompt: coffee shop

pick a prompt and a character from the list

(tags beneath the cut)

“Hey, Y/N. I know you’re supposed to be going on break in like two minutes, but there’s a guy bleeding in the bathroom.”

You looked up from the latte you were pouring with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. “Did you give him the first aid kit?”

Hallie blinked, surprised by your reaction. “…He kind of already… had it? Don’t we keep it in the office?”

“Yup.” you said blithely, popping the ‘p’. Setting down the milk jug, you placed the latte on a saucer and handed it off to the approaching waiter. “Did he say anything?”

“He…he ordered a coffee.” Hallie replied, confused. “And a bear claw.”

You wiped your hands on your apron before you pulled it off, tossing it on the shelf below the counter. “Can you make me an Americano? I’m taking my fifteen.”

*              *              *

“You know, if you’re gonna be bleeding out in my café, the least you could do is not scare the staff,” you said lightly as you set down the coffee and bear claw on the table and took a seat.

“I’m not bleeding out,” Clint assured you with a warm smile and a mouthful of pastry, lifting the hem of his shirt. There was a large square of gauze taped crookedly over his side. You could already see blood seeping through the bandage to stain it dark red. “See? Barely a scratch.”

“Very reassuring,” you replied, tearing off a piece of his bear claw and popping it into your mouth. Clint’s jaw dropped in faux offense, and you nodded at the first aid kit on the edge of the table. “Did you break into the office for that?”

“Not in the technical sense.”

“You could have just asked.”

“I didn’t want to scare the customers.”

“A visit from an Avenger? You might have actually helped business.” you nodded down at where his hand still covered his side. “You should really be seeing a doctor.”

“And miss our date? Never.”

“Is it a date?” you asked, amusement alighting your features despite your concern. “I thought you were just here for the free pasties.”

“'Course not. There’s also the coffee.”

You snickered, leaning back in your seat. “Good to know I’m appreciated.”

“You keep me caffeinated,” Clint said, holding up the cup in a mock toast. “There is nothing I appreciate more than that.”

“You’re a massive dork.”

“So, I’ve heard.” He replied, settling back against the booth. You were tucked away in a lesser used corner of the café, affording you some notion of privacy. Still, even with as often as the Avengers made the news, it was surprising how often he would go unnoticed beside you. His bow and quiver were tucked away beneath the table by his feet; apparently, he hadn’t even bothered to make the curtesy stop by the Tower to drop them off before coming by. “So, are you going to keep me waiting, or what?”

You smiled, standing and moving to slide onto the booth seat beside him. Clint broke into a wide grin of his own, lifting his arm to welcome into his uninjured side. He groaned happily as you settled against him, careful to avoid his wound as you wrapped an arm loosely around him and lay your head against his shoulder. His hand spread possessively over your bicep, his fingers curling loosely in the fabric of your sleeve. You felt him press a kiss to your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he settled back in the seat, pulling you gently back with him.

“Finally.”

You smiled softly; your cheek pressed against his chest. Moments between the two of you were few and far between; he’d be dragged away too often to plan an actual date, so these soft intervals were all you really had. Lifting his shirt to carefully probe around the edges of his bandage with your fingers, you drew them back as you heard him wince, hissing as he inhaled sharply. You tilted your head back to meet his eye apologetically. “Sorry.”

“’s okay,” he replied, shrugging his other shoulder. “I’ve had worse.”

“…That doesn’t make me feel any better, you know.”

“You worry too much.” Clint said, a kind of soft disbelief in his voice, like he couldn’t believe that your concern was for him. He brushed a thumb over your cheek, and you curled your fingers in the front of his shirt, heedless of the grime streaking the material. Tugging his face gently down to yours, you brought your lips up to meet his.

The kiss was soft, affectionate, and you could taste the sweetness of the pastry glaze on his lips. Clint’s hand tightened on your arm, holding you to him, his other hand cupping the side of your throat. You felt his thumb brush over your cheek, the kiss lingering until you finally reminded yourself that you were at work. Your nose bumped against his as you parted, and Clint pressed his forehead against yours.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve ten of me,” you replied. “But in the meantime, the best I can do is more coffee.”

“Goddess.”

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Having an ass kicking period this time around and needed this!!

☠︎ 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 ☠︎ — 𝙴. 𝙼.

Request: Could we maybe have an entire oneshot around the reader being on her period with Eddie being the sweetheart he is? He’s such a golden retriever! In the one shot maybe the reader could be more on the shy side (idk why but I love the Shy!readerXExtroverted!Character trope) and she’s on it but doesn’t want to say anything because (idk why you can pick the reason) but Eddie kinda has to dig it out of her. Thank youuuu!!!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Shy!Fem!Reader !Body, Ethnicity & Skin color Neutral!

A/N: Insert your favorite fix-it fic for S4 here. I have extreme period pains so I dedicate this to every person with a uterus that struggles with it as well. May this give you a little bit of comfort.

CW: Fluff, Comfort | No use of [y/n] | Mentions of Uninvolved/Neglectful father (Reader), Painkiller use, Extreme Period Pain (blood, acne, pain, insecurity, vomiting — the whole nine yards), Consumption of Food, Nicknames, Eddie being supportive, Jason has a tiny dick (I will not elaborate.)

Resting my head against my cold locker door, I take a couple of deep breaths. I feel dizzy, sick to my stomach, and am in pain.

My period decided on a surprise visit last night, and yes, it is actually worse when you don't expect the pain to hit you like a van and wake up pained and in a puddle of your own blood.

Rest in peace, my cute cream-colored sweats.

I just wanna crawl into bed and sleep, but like my father said: "You can stay at home once you actually have something."

He doesn't like talking or caring about "girl problems"; never has. Therefore, I'm in school, and my uterus feels like it's being punctured with needles. I could really use a hug right now, but I feel that if I'd receive one, I'd break down into tears.

Only a couple of hours. Math, Chemistry, English, History... I can do it. I feel sick to my stomach, but I can handle it.

"Hey, Sweetheart."

I quickly look to my side. Eddie stands there – no, leans there – his head resting against Robin's locker while he grins at me. I try not to look too flustered by the nickname he just doesn't stop using for me.

"Hi, Eddie," I answer, forcing myself to grin while grabbing my math books.

Eddie was in the Upside Down with us, was shortly accused of being a cult leader, and kind of became a part of our friend group since Hawkins's "earthquake".

"You okay?" he asks.

I quickly nod. I will most definitely not tell him about my cramps. That would be too much information, and like my dad says: "Men don't care for your girly pains. It's grossing them out."

I already struggle enough with my stuttering and attempts to get comfortable around Eddie. I was never good at making friends; it just takes me ages to act like a real human being, not an alien.

I don't want him to think of me as gross... I really, really like him, which isn't coming from nothing! He's so pretty, and nice, and loud... He's way more extroverted than I'll ever be.

"You sure?" he asks again, raising his brows. "Noticed Harrington didn't drive you today. He always drives you and Robin."

'Yeah, I had to take the bus because I spent too much time crying and beginning my dad to let me stay at home,' I want to say. Instead, I say, "Yeah, overslept."

Scratching the back of his head, Eddie grins, "Oh, okay. It just had me worried you wouldn't come today...."

Feeling heat rising to my face and forgetting that I'm in excruciating pain for a solid minute, I smile back at him. "Well, I'm here," I announce awkwardly, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, you are." He looks at the books in my hand, quickly grabbing them from my grasp. "Let me carry them for you," he says cooly. "You have math with Brown, right?"

I quickly close my locker and walk after him. "Yeah. Thanks," I almost whisper.

He is definitely unaware of how boyfriend-y it is to carry a girl's books. I've never seen guys do it unless it's for their girlfriends. I never had a boy carry my books, especially not one that has me falling for him every time he looks at me, so I guess I'm not complaining.

In front of my class, he hands me my books back. "Well, here we are. I'll be seeing you at lunch?"

I nod. "Yeah. Thank you, Eddie."

He winks at me. "No problem, Sweetheart."

Then he walks away, and I feel like grinning like crazy and kicking my feet – of course, I don't do it, but I definitely feel like doing it.

I quickly walk inside and sit down beside Robin.

"Wow, you're all giggly," she notes, looking at me.

"Eddie carried my books for me," I tell her, flinching as my left breast touches the desk, and it feels like my nipple is about to fall off.

Happiness over; I'm in pain again.

Ironic how god decided that bleeding out of your vagina and having that hurt like shit just isn't enough. Breakouts, nipples hurt, I feel like throwing up, my back hurts, I constantly fear bleeding through my clothes without noticing, the emotional rollercoaster I didn't ask to be on, tension headaches... and when life really hates you, you also have diarrhea and flatulence. Being a woman can suck so badly.

But as Dad says: "This isn't a real pain. You're just being a crybaby. Millions of women go through that all the time, and none of them cries around as you do."

Robin cocks her head. "Are you okay? Steve said you called him, saying you wouldn't come today."

I nod, whispering, "Period."

She lets out a small "Oh."

Before we can talk more, Mr. Brown comes in and tortures us with mathematical equations.

*****

The hours pass, the classes change, and I start to feel worse and worse.

Shortly before my History test, I finally break. The pain is too much to walk, and it's making me so sick. I rush to the girls' bathroom and throw up – or better say, dry heave since I haven't eaten all day.

I quietly ugly cry, ruining my perfect mask of make-up, and just sit there, pulling my knees to my chest. I'll just stay here until my classes are over.

After thirty minutes, there's a knock on my stall's door.

"Occupied," I whimper.

On the other side, a very familiar chuckle chimes. "No shit, Sweetheart."

"Eddie?" I ask, shocked. "W-What are you doing here? This is the girls' room. You could get in trouble."

"I was looking for you," he says, and an already broken-in box of tampons and a candy bar get shoved through the small gap between the toilette stall's door and the floor. "Robin was worried, but you know she sucks at history, so she had to go take the test. I was checking all the girls' rooms for you."

A mortified squeak escapes me. "Why- Where..." I stammer, looking at the box of tampons.

"They're super useful when a jock's punching you in the face, and your nose doesn't stop bleeding."

A small giggle escapes me at the thought of Eddie with tampons shoved up his nose.

"Is it bad?" the metalhead asks as I hear him sit down on the floor and lean against my door.

"Very," I admit, wiping away my tears.

"Why didn't you stay at home, sweet girl?" Eddie asks, cackling. "Couldn't you go even one day without seeing me?"

I chuckle weakly. "My dad doesn't let me stay at home for something so small...."

He sighs. "I mean, I know school's important and shit... but it's not like you're learning much when trying not to pass out from the pain."

"I'm okay," I assure him, but he sees right through me.

"You're not one to play hooky, especially not when you have a test."

"I- I just needed a break," I lie, biting the inside of my cheeks as I note that I actually also desperately need to pee. "I'm better now. I'll be out and back in class in a few. You don't have to stay."

"I don't mind waiting till you're better."

Okay, he's so nice, but he'll kill me here. Intricate social interactions and talking about embarrassing things just both don't work for me.

"Eddie, I- I- I-" I stammer.

He chuckles, softly mocking me, "You. You. You. What is it, Sweetheart?"

"I need to pee," I tell him quickly, glad I can't see his face.

"Well, thankfully, we're in the bathroom," he jokes.

"I- I can't go when you're in here."

"What about the whole 'Girls always go to the bathroom together'?"

"You're not a girl, though. That- That's a completely different situation."

"Yeah, this is sexist," he complains, appalled, but silly giggles come through. "I am a feminist, and I demand to be treated equally. Now pee."

"Eddie," I exclaim. "I- It's just the two of us in here, and I'll die of embarrassment if you hear me pee."

"Wait," he says, confused. "Girls actually worry about shit like that?"

"Yes, it's embarrassing," I tell him. "Now, please, Eddie. If I'm gonna pee myself, I will flunk myself off the school's roof."

I hear him get up and turn on the faucets of every sink in the bathroom.

"Here you go. Middle ground," he announces.

"Why in the world are you so stubborn about this?" I ask, getting up and opening the button of my jeans.

"If I go outside, I risk getting caught skipping biology."

"Y-You're skipping class right now?" I ask over the loud sounds of water, sitting down on the toilet.

"Yeah. I was worried after Robin ran around like a headless chicken looking for you."

I laugh quietly, feeling my face heat up. He was worried about me.

Changing my tampon and looking at my pulled-down panties, I start cursing, although I rarely have the urge to do so. "Fuck. Shit. God-fucking-dammit."

"Oh, big girl words," Eddie chuckles. "You okay in there?"

"No. No, not at all," I hiss back at him, desperately trying to soak up some of the blood that drenches my panties and has already created a stain in my jeans.

Tears are already running down my cheeks again. This is a nightmare. I can't go out like that.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says sternly, knocking against the stall's door. "Talk to me. What's up?"

"Y-You have to promise not to laugh," I sob.

"Hey, baby, why are you crying?" he quickly asks.

"I- I bled through my panties and pants."

He is quiet for a second, letting embarrassment eat me alive. Then he asks, "Okay, uhm... Just cause, like, I'm completely out of my comfort zone here: What are we gonna do about that?"

"I don't know," I cry, sobbing louder than before.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Eddie coos from the other side. "Please don't cry. It's not that bad. I- Uhm, do you have your PE stuff in your locker?"

I shake my head, although I know he can't see it. "No. I took it home with me after class yesterday."

I see him walking up and down the bathroom through the gap between my stall's door and the floor.

"Okay. Okay, Sweetheart? I have an idea," he says suddenly. "Just- Just stay here, kay?"

"Where the fuck am I supposed to go looking like I sat in a crime scene, Eddie?" I ask, laughing through my sobs.

He chuckles. "Yeah, right. Sorry. I'll be right back."

I hear him leave, white sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floors of our school. He returns just as loudly, the chain on his belt and his quick steps announcing him before he's even in the girls' bathroom.

"Here," he announces, shoving a black duffle bag with patches and buttons on it through the toilette stall's gap.

I open it and am met with his PE clothes: a washed-out Black Sabbath shirt and oversized, black sweatpants. Next to them, there's a plastic bag with training shoes.

"They are- I don't go to PE a lot," he tells me quickly. "Not a big fan of getting beaten up because I can't help but laugh at Jason's ridiculously small dick."

After giving them a – just in case – sniff test, I clean myself as good as humanly possible and put on his sweatpants. Taking his shoes out of the plastic bag and just putting them into the duffle bag, I put my jeans and panties into the plastic one.

I come out of the stall, Eddie sitting on the sink counters.

"Hey, sweet girl. Looking good," he tells me gently, jumping off the counter, grabbing some paper towels, and wetting them in the sink.

I am still sobbing a little. Even more, now that I see my ruined make-up. I'm not looking good. I look like a panda. Taking my cheeks into his hands, Eddie begins cleaning up the dark mascara lines running down my face.

"Want me to take you home?" he asks while throwing away the paper towel.

I shake my head. "Dad would kill me."

Eddie sighs. "That man makes it very hard for me not to hate him," he says, clenching his jaw. I sob in an agreeing manner, and he wraps his arms around me, giving me a warm, firm hug... and like I've known all day, I start crying even more.

I wrap my arms around Eddie's waist and bury my now makeup-less face in his chest. We've never hugged before. I am usually not that touchy with people I don't know for that long. But hell, I will definitely not let go of Eddie now.

He started it, and I don't think he's aware of what he just did to himself.

As he presses a kiss on top of my head, my knees buckle.

He could at least try not to be so dreamy! It's not like my introverted self will ever have the guts to make a move on him.

"I'm gonna take you home, okay? Let you take a shower and have a nap."

I look up at Eddie. "I can't go home. My dad will lose it."

He cups my face in his ringed hands, bringing it close to his. "Daddy Dearest won't find out. I'll take you home to my place. That's okay with you, yeah, Sweetheart?"

I nod, enchanted by his soft words. Nobody ever spoke to me this gently before. He smiles and presses a kiss on my forehead. Taking my hand and his duffle bag, he leads me out of the girls' bathroom and to his van.

*****

As we arrive at the Munson trailer, I feel like shit once more. Sure, I stopped crying, but now I am in excruciating pain again. I can't even decide what hurts more: Uterus, back, or nipples?

At the door, Eddie signs to me to be quiet, reminding me that his uncle sleeps in the living room. I nod, not wanting to get caught skipping school.

In his bedroom, Eddie grabs a big, soft sweatshirt and a new pair of sweats for me.

"All right, give me the bag," he tells me, and I instinctively clutch it to my chest, shaking my head.

"Sweetheart, I'm just gonna put it in the wash."

I shake my head again. "No thanks. Can't get the stains out anyway."

He shrugs. "Hey, worst case, we'll dye your little panties and jeans black."

"You know how to do that?"

"Sure. I have like seven shirts that used to be a different color. Everything that's not black is, for some reason, magically attracting stains. Some weird witchcraft shit."

I giggle and almost hand him the bag. But then logic hits me again. "They're full of blood."

Titling his head and squinting at me, Eddie says, "That's why I want to wash them?"

"It's gross," I say.

His face doesn't change. "I feel like we're talking past each other."

At this point, I can't even look at Eddie anymore. This is so humiliating. I try not to start crying again, but the embarrassment makes it very hard for me.

"Why don't you just tell me what got you all worried?"

I nod, biting the inside of my cheek. "My dad says that periods are gross and men don't like to have anything to do with them. I don't want you to think I'm gross and stop talking to me. That would suck really, really bad."

I finally dare to look at him again, watching his face slowly contort into a big, Cheshire-cat-like smile.

"Shit," Eddie chuckles. "You're so cute."

"What?"

"Listen, yes, it's gross – kinda – like, who likes blood? As metal as it is, it's gross. Right? Nosebleed? Blood on your shirt getting all cold and crusty? Fucking awful. Like, ew. But it's not like you chose to be in pain and bleeding. It's natural – Way more natural, by the way, than having a nosebleed because you laughed at Jason Carver's small dick, and he punched you in the face."

Looking at Eddie's cheeky grin, I say, "You're telling that story so often, I can't tell anymore if it's a bit or it actually happened."

"What I wanted to say is, it's gross – like most natural things. Our bodies are pretty gross when you think about it. You didn't choose to go through this, it's painful for you, and I like you, so helping you wherever I can is the least I can do. I'm also pretty tough, can handle seeing some blood. So fuck the drama and just let me wash it, kay? No need for embarrassment."

I hesitantly hand him the plastic bag, and he wraps an arm around me again. "Just so you know, I also think your dad is a fucking asshat. Who talks to their child like that? I bet he never played princess with you, either."

I shake my head. "Not even tea party."

He presses a kiss to my hairline, then removes himself, looking down at me. "It's okay when I do stuff like that, right? I- Just tell me when you don't want me to touch you. I should've asked in the first place. Sorry."

I take a step towards him again. "I'm okay with it."

"You sure?"

I nod, face so hot I feel like melting. "I like it... a lot, actually."

Eddie's cold rings burn on my warm cheek as he gently strokes over it with his knuckles. For a second, it feels like I can't breathe, but I don't fear my breathlessness.

He grins at me, this stupid, boyish grin that causes butterflies in my stomach. "Now go take a shower, and I'll see what I can do about those stains."

He brings me to the small bathroom, then goes the extra steps to the washing machine. I know he said not to be ashamed, but I still cringe as I hear him take out my clothes from the plastic bag.

A deep sigh of relief escapes me as I take off my bra. There simply is no better feeling. I take a quick shower, wash my body and face, and then dress in the clothes Eddie handed me.

I'm still in pain, but I feel pretty comfortable in these soft and baggy clothes. Forcing myself to pull myself together, wearing make-up like a false mask, dressed to impress... I hadn't realized how much it contributed to my discomfort.

I sneak back into Eddie's bedroom. Him following directly after me.

"Here," he whispers over my shoulder, handing me two pills and a glass of water. "Painkillers. Uncle Wayne swears by them when he gets his migraines."

I nod, taking them quickly, drinking half the glass. "Thank you."

He waves me off, pointing at the bed. "Get comfortable, Sweetheart. I'm gonna get you the heating pad."

I get into his bed, glad to see he seems to have recently changed his sheets. I know I am too emotional at this point, but I find myself close to tears as I cuddle myself into the bunch of eclectically mismatched pillows and cover myself with the soft blanket.

Eddie returns, smiling at me gently and sitting down beside me. As he lifts the blanket, he asks, "Back or stomach?"

"Back, please," I mumble.

He nods, placing the heating pad carefully against my body. "No more crying, please," he begs softly, brushing a hand over my head. "The pills' gonna work very soon, promise. It'll get better."

He gets up again, closing his bedroom door. I watch Eddie step out of his sneakers and take off his jacket and vest. With a black hair tie that was previously around his wrist, he makes himself a messy, low man-bun.

"That looks good," I mumble, feeling the painkillers starting to work and, combined with the warmth from the pad, lull me to sleep.

"You think?" he grins.

Nodding, I say before I can stop myself, "You always look good, though."

We look at each other, and I quickly add, "I'm sorry."

Eddie chuckles and grabs a book from one of his cluttered dressers. "You're so cute. Never thought I'd be into a quiet, shy girl... but here we are."

He lays down on the bed, back propped up against the headboard. His words sink in, and I ask, "You're into me?"

He snorts, "Oh no, you're also not good at picking up social clues."

I prop myself up on my elbow. "I- I- I just didn't think you'd-"

Eddie interrupts me laughing, "I was so obvious about my intentions."

"You weren't!" I insist.

This did not fly past my head. No, I would've noticed that Eddie likes me.

Sitting up, he starts to count down things I hadn't counted together at all. "I only call the two most precious things in my life Sweetheart, you and my guitar. Whenever we have classes together, I am so early it starts to seriously hurt my image. I hate when you're not in school because that means I don't get to see you...

"I run after you like a fucking puppy, bring you candy, gifted you that cool rock I found two weeks ago, taught you to play D&D so you have reason to spend more time with me, and I carry your books. I- I gave you a million signs."

The more he talks, the more nervous he gets. Insecure, thinking I didn't see him and his actions as somebody courting me because I didn't want to see.

"I thought I'm not enough- That I'm too... I- I'm so introverted, need a long time to get used to people... This is the first time we're completely alone together," I stammer.

"Because I wanted you to be comfortable around me. I didn't want to push too hard and risk driving you away."

I'd thought Eddie would've forced being alone with me more would he'd been interested... as he didn't, I just assumed he wasn't. And I was never going to have the guts and make a move on him.

Oh, now this makes a lot of sense.

"Oh," I breathe.

"Oh?" he echoes.

I start giggling.

"I have no idea what's going on now," Eddie admits.

"I-" I collect myself, clearing my throat. "I should've picked up on that. I- I just thought you were being nice."

He nods. "Well, yeah? If somebody wants to be your boyfriend, he'll better be fucking nice to you."

Overwhelmed, utterly flustered, I hide my stupid grin behind my hands. "I- Thank you."

"Thank you?" he asks. "For liking you?"

I nod, letting myself fall into the pillows and hiding my face some more.

Eddie follows me and pries my hands from my face, one arm above my head, the other wrapped around me. He just stared into my face, a gentle, happy expression on his face so close to mine.

"You're so perfect," he whispers. "I don't think you have any idea of how down bad I am for you."

"Ditto," I answer quickly before the bravery to do so leaves me.

"Ditto?" he laughs. "Really? That's what you give me after I laid my heart out for you?"

I nod, unable to hide my embarrassed face behind my hands because he grabs them every time I try.

"No hiding from me, Sweetheart," he tells me. "I want to see your everything. Don't care if you think it's good or bad. I'll love it anyway, promise."

I nod again. His words mean so much. I want to tell him something back that mirrors at least half of our shared feelings, but my words die on my tongue.

"Lost for words?" he teases softly.

I want to nod once more, but instead, I bite the bullet and close the distance between us, pressing my lips on his. I feel him tense up in surprise, but within the blink of an eye, he melts into the kiss.

As we pull apart, he chuckles, "Better said than I ever could."

"That was nice," I mumble.

He nods, "Uh-huh."

This time he kisses me, his hand smoothly moving under the blanket and checking if the heating pad is still warm enough.

Breaking the kiss, Eddie rests against the headboard again, pulling me closer so I can rest my head on his chest. "Now take your nap, sweet girl," he tells me, opening his book and starting to read The Hobbit to me.

It only takes moments, and I am out cold. I seem to have needed sleep badly. I only wake up twice, once when Eddie places the freshly heated-up pad against my back and the second time as he puts cozy, woolly socks onto my cold, naked feet.

I wake up when the sun is already down. The bedside table's lamp is turned on, so I won't find myself alone in the dark, and Eddie is gone.

I get out, hearing some slasher on the tv and the stove being used. Eddie's uncle seems to have already left for work. I first go to the bathroom, relieved I didn't create another crime scene between my legs, then I walk into the kitchen.

"Hi," I say to announce myself.

Eddie spins around and smiles at me. "Hey, Sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"

I nod, making him wrap an arm around my waist and pull me close. "I was about to wake you up soon. Just wanted to make dinner first."

I look at the stove with two pots on it. In one is a big portion of macaroni and cheese, on the other is a lid. Nosily, I open it, looking at a black, simmering soup with clothes in it.

Pressing a kiss to my temple, Eddie laughs. He takes the lid from my hand and puts it back onto the mysterious pot. "I told you I'd try dying your clothes first before throwing them out."

"Oh," I reply, giggling. "Was getting worried about your cooking abilities."

"Hey, hey. I may not be able to cook anything fancy, but I am a master at turning canned food into something resembling homemade meals," he tells me. Then he leans closer and whispers, "The secret is using spices and shredded cheese."

"Thank you for letting me in on this secret," I whisper back. Quickly taking the painkiller Eddie hands me with a glass of water.

He nods. "Not keeping any secrets from my girl."

"So, I'm you girl now?" I ask, putting my glass away and watching Eddie take out two bowls and fill them with cheesy noodles.

"You're okay with that, right?" he asks back.

I nod. "More than okay. Like it a lot."

"Perfect," he says, handing me my bowl. "Careful, it's hot."

We sit down on the couch, and he rewinds the movie for me.

While shoving a big spoon of food into his mouth, he asks, "Do you wanna stay the night?"

"Would that be okay?"

He nods. "More than that. Makes it easier to take care of you."

"You don't have to," I tell him, but he shrugs.

"Boyfriend-duty. But so that you know, there'll come the day when I suffer from the flu, and I then expect you to care for me as well."

"For good and for bad, huh?" I ask, realizing I don't need to be embarrassed, secretive, and careful around Eddie. It provides me with a comfort I don't think I ever knew.

"Definitely," he assures me. "Although, I'm not going to marry you just yet. Not that I'm not down for that and being spontaneous, but Uncle Wayne would kill me if I'd get married before I graduate or have a job."

"That's okay," I say, smiling at all the faces he pulls when telling things. "I think I'll like being your girlfriend a lot."

"Hope so," Eddie says. "I like it already. Did you know that you're snoring?"

I look at him with wide eyes. "I do?" I ask, shocked.

He laughs. "Only very, very quiet. But it's so cute."

"That's so embarrassing," I exclaim.

"No, don't be. You were so adorable." He begins mocking my snores, and I hit his arm. "Ouch. Seriously, none of you people can handle even the tiniest bit of teasing without becoming violent!"

I apparently didn't hit him hard enough since he starts mocking my snoring once more.

As I lift my fist to hit him again, he stops me, "Uh-uh. Don't pull a Jason Carver just because you can't handle the jokes."

I lower my arm, surprised. "So, that story is true? He punched you for laughing at his little... you know?"

"His tiny dick? Yeah. Not lying to my girl."

I take another bite from my macaroni and cheese and say, "I wanna hear that story. Like, completely, not just snippets of it."

Eddie nods, a mischievous grin on his face. "Sure, but be warned, the story's very short," he jokes, lifting his pinky.

"No way," I giggle.

He nods. "Yeah. Had the same reaction. But let me set the scene first," Eddie puts his bowl down so he can gesture with his hands. "So, there I was. For some masochistic reason, I decided to go to my PE class. It – actually – wasn't all that bad, and I found out that basketball isn't all that bad either. It's the way society elevates it and its players that is the problem.

"After participating for two hours, I was done being part of society again and really needed a shower. Normally I would just wait till I'm home because... group showers. Don't need jocks staring at my tats or dick. BUT this time, I accidentally did the staring and caught a glimpse of this teeny tiny...."

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Private Bath | Ivar x You

• word count–2461

• Ivar the Boneless x You

• Mentions: Period talk, soft!Ivar, SFW. (It’s my lady time of the month and honestly, I’d like some chocolate and an Ivar sized heating pad, pretty please.)

• If you would like to be added to my Ivar taglist, feel free to let me know. Please do not repost my writing anywhere else – reblogs, comments, likes are all appreciated.

“Slave!”

Ivar snapped.

He was perched on his throne. The great hall was empty, mid-day and everyone who would have filled this space was about conducting business as usual. Preparation for a new raid was underway. Ivar seemed almost impossibly irritated by the slow progress. He was ready to be away from Kattegat.

“Yes, my King.”

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hi i have an eddie request but ill understand if you arent comfortable writing it, its a fluff piece where the reader gets their period in the middle of school at the hellfire lunch tabel and the whole time they seem uncomfortable and everyone is asking if they feel okay but they insist they are fine, then when its time to go to class everyone gets up and leaves besides eddie who notices the reader stays seated and then he tries to get her to tell him whats wrong

if you dont want to thats totally okay just respond so i dont spam you with the same request thinking you havent seen it <333

Haha, I get used to get pissed on for a living. A little fictitious period blood doesn't bother me. On that note, I made this a little gross cause why not soooo sorry? Thank you for the adorable ask! I had fun with this!

Also I apologize in advance I was fighting my trazadone writing this so its just a little unedited drabble that might not make sense to me in the morning. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

Warnings: Fluff, periods, period blood, Eddie is first and foremost a gentleman.

The cafeteria was too loud, laughter and chatter and bright lights making your head pound. You sink deeper into your sweatshirt, it already zipped up as high as it can go as the group of Hellfire nerds you'd long acquainted yourself with clamour around you. The room felt colder to you than normal - your body curling in to preserve as much of your body heat as you could.

Normally, your involved heavily in the rowdy antics of your geek squad. Normally, you'd have picked your way through most of your mediocre lunch tray. Especially, on pizza day. But the orange grease stains the half melted cheese and your napkin. You've barely taken more than two bites in the last fifteen minutes. The imagery making your stomach curdle just a bit isn't normal for you. You know that.

Your name being called by one of the freshman has you glancing up into Dustin's frowning face. "You feeling okay? You've barely touched your lunch."

You're heart flutters nervously when the table is silenced and all of them turn towards you. Your friends had the worst timing.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just not real hungry today. Do you guys want it?" You urge, pushing your tray further into the middle of the table.

"Are you sure?" Gareth offers up.

Your cheeks burn with hot embarrassment because you can see Eddie's intense gaze settled on you from the head of the table. The Hellfire King's eyes steeling you in place as you pretend it's not.

"Yeah, you should eat more than that, at least," Mike starts. "Unless your sick."

"Just kind of queezy," your admission comes quietly. "This is too greasy. I really don't want to make it worse." Your answer seems to appease most of them in the way you hope it does. The slice goes to Dustin. The milk to Gareth. And the rest is followed quickly by the rest of them. Hungry teenage boys never turned down offered food.

It's several minutes later when a gooey gush occurs that you realize exactly why you're feeling this way.

"What's with that face?" It's Eddie who commands your attention, obviously noticing the paling of your completion or the widening of your eyes.

"Nothing." You cover quickly. He lifts his brows in questioning. You pray he reads the expression you shoot back as "I'm fine, really!" And not constipated. He gives you a single nod as you cross your legs.

You cursed yourself for wearing a skirt today. The only barrier between you and the seat being your underwear. You'd just wait for everyone to leave before checking to see if you bled through the fabric and onto the rouch textured chair.

You plead the bell will ring faster, watching the clock nervously as it ticks closer to lunch being over.

When it finally does, you wave your friends off as they shuffle off. You're too busy watching people float past to notice someone pulling up the chair next to you. You jump when you turn and find Eddie's face inches from yours.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" You squeak at him.

"Seriously, what's wrong? Are you avoiding someone? Is Tommy bothering you again?"

"No," you promise as the last of the students exit the cafeteria. Your voice sounds nearly too loud in the echoing room.

"You can tell me, you know." You wanna melt against him.

"It's just embarrassing is all," you tell him, hoping to deter him from further questioning. Really you just wanted your crush to stop coincidentally inquiring about you leaking blood beneath you.

"Nothing is embarrassing to me. I promise. Are you sick? Do you need me to drive you home?" He insists. It makes you want to pull you hair out - you settle for running your hand through it in frustration.

"No," you repeat. "It's nothing. Just go to cl-" you stop talking when his hand lands on your knee.

"Don't lie. You're a bad liar."

You bite your lip, tears welling against your will as you break. In a tiny voice, you finally mutter out, "Eddie, I think I just blend through everything..."

To your surprise, his face summons sympathy rather than disgust. "Oh, okay," he takes a deep breath as he glances around the room at the lunch ladies clearing the tables. "Do you have the stuff you need? The offer still stands to drive you home.

"I'll get blood on your seat," you whimper. Eddie snorts at that.

"Wouldn't be the first time. Come on. Let's go." He stands, holding a hand out to you. Your eyes widen for a moment.

"Hold on," you promise and reluctantly shed your sweatshirt to tie around your waist until you stand. You want to cry when you stand and spot the red stain on your chair. "Dammit!" You breath and go reaching for your discarded napkins from earlier. When you turn back to wipe it up, however, your eyes widen with horror.

Eddie is leaned over your chair, casually using his hanky to wipe away the blood before you can. He straightens when he's finished, casually tucking it in his back pocket.

"Ready?" He hums, like he'd just plucked a hair away, instead of the shedding lining of your uterus.

You sputter at him. "That... you didn't have to -"

He grasps your arms, pulling you close with that sweet expression all over again. "It'll wash out." Then he frowns and rubs his hands over your arms. "You cold?" He hums, as he finds your goosebumps.

"A... a little?" You offer, still too stunned. In a little shimmy that brings him into your space even more than before, he's shrugging out of both his jacket and his 'Dio' vest together. He doesn't even stop there as he helps you into it instead. "Eddie," you murmur without further words.

His smile down at you is stunning, warm and proud. "Don't worry about it," he encourages. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to see you in it." You nearly faint at the words as he slings and arm over your shoulder and tugs you into his side. You can't imagine what the two of you look like. Not until he waltzes you through the hallways, slowly approaching the up coming crowds of other students. You flush when Mike and Dustin cheer at the sight.

"Eddie," you chirp, leaning closer to whisper this to him, "It's gonna start a rumor about us." It earns you a grin.

"I can think of worse rumors, can't you?"

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Period Pain (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Warnings: Very anatomical discussion about what a period is, cramps

Y/n groans and burrows deeper into Eddie's blanket, curling up into a little ball as she tries to conserve warmth. Her hand wanders to her abdomen, where she clutches her stomach, trying to prevent the cramps. 

Y/n's boyfriend, Eddie, watches from across the room, almost frightened at her state of paralyzation. They had began spending much more time together in the past month, more after school hang-outs, even weekend sleepovers. But suddenly, she stopped being her usual, energetic self and reverted to some little gremlin-hobbit...thing.

"A-Are you okay, Y/n?" Eddie finally asks, having had enough of being confused by what was going on. "Are you sick or something?"

"I'm on my period, Eddie," Y/n's voice sounds from under the pile of blankets she's hidden under.

Eddie blinks, scouring his minimal archives of female knowledge for any knowledge of "periods." It proves mostly unsuccessful. At his silence, Y/n rolls over and narrows her eyes. "You do know what a period is, right?" She asks tenatively.

He blinks at her once as a sheepish smile overcomes his face. Y/n sits up, adjusting the blankets around her and fixing Eddie's Hellfire Shirt, which is slung over her frame (which Eddie finds incredibly sexy, mind you). "Sit," she says, patting the space on the bed beside her.

He does, scooching close to her and leaning up against the wall his bed is pushed against. He looks at her with those big, puppy dog eyes, those eyes that say "I am listening to every word you say and am utterly, hopelessly devoted to you. Please continue with your thoughts."

"So once every month, the female body goes through a cycle called ovulation. It's when our ovaries, which are right here," Y/n begins, taking Eddie's hands and placing them right beneath the little bulge in her stomach. "Release eggs that travel through the fallopian tubes, which are here," she continues, guiding his hands along a little squiggle that leads to his hands resting right above her pubic bone. "While this is happening, the lining in the uterus, which is here, thickens to prepare for a fetus, or baby.

"If the eggs that were released don't get fertilized, then the thicker uterus lining detaches and sheds itself. Because it's part of the body, it's covered in blood, and that release is called a period, or menstration. It usually lasts for about a week. The uterus contracts to release the lining, making us have cramps. And our estrogen levels, which are the chemicals that make us female, are higher, which can make us a little more...irritable," Y/n finishes, Eddie's ringed hands still resting on her stomach. The cold rings seep through the thin fabric of the shirt, sending goosebumps up her arms.

Eddie's eyes are muddled with two different emotions. One of horror and one of pure fascination. "Uh, one, that's...awful. And horrible. And partially gross. Not you but just the...ritualistic blood bath. And you're so strong for dealing with that every month," he says, pressing a kiss on Y/n's face after every sentence, much to her giggling delight. "Two, all of that knowledge stored in that big, beautiful brain of yours is really hot," he says, gently shifting her underneath him.

Y/n laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck and allowing him to kiss her. "Having my period usually means I don't want to have sex. It's too much of a hassle to have to clean up," she whispers, making him frown and playfully collapse on her.

"Babeeee," he whines, looking up at her with big eyes. "Then why did you have to go all smart, Ms. L/n on me? You know how I get when you use your big girl voice."

"My 'big girl voice?' What is this, third grade?" Y/n laughs, pushing Eddie off her so he's on his back beside her.

"Well, what about cuddles? Can you do that?" He asks, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Those are the best," Y/n says, throwing a leg and arm over him and cuddling up, placing the blanket back over him as she closes her eyes. Eddie's arms wrap around her, holding his girlfriend close to him as his own eyes close in contentment. 

\\2 Months Later//

Eddie places his finger on his calender, dragging it to the current date and tapping his finger on the note. "Y/n's Blood Bath," it reads. He grabs the keys to his van and heads outside, starting up the car and driving to the local pharmacy. 

He wanders the aisles, looking for some direction. After another cycle, Eddie began to pick up on the pattern that Y/n went through, and observed what she had to make her feel better. Besides a ridiculous amount of quality time with Eddie. 

He finds himself in the feminine care aisle and begins browsing the shelves, completely confused, but wanting to help Y/n in any way he can. So, he buys a big bag of pads and tampons. Walking over to the drug aisle, he buys a large bottle of Ibuprophen. Finally, he buys a jumbo family size bag of her favorite chocolates. 

Once Eddie gets to check-out, the clerk eyes Eddie with uncertainty, slowly beginning to scan them. Eddie, the smug little shit he is, just flashes them a shit-eating grin, rocking on his heels and paying for it in whole. He gets in his car and places the bag on the passenger seat, kicking the van into gear and driving off to Y/n's house.

Darkness has settled over her neighborhood as he parks outside of her window. Getting out of the car, he can see the lights on in her room through the drawn curtains. Picking up a rock on the lawn, he tosses it at her window, repeating it 3 more times before Y/n throws open the curtains to see Eddie standing below her. 

He smiles up at her and waves, holding the bag above his head and shaking it. Y/n opens her window so that he can hoist himself into it, landing ungracefully on her floor. "Eddie?" She whisper-yells. "What are you doing here? What's this?" She asks, helping him up.

He looks down at her and pushes her hair behind her ear with a little smile. "Your Knight in Shining Armor has arrived, m'lady. I've got all the essentials, those weird products that almost got me kicked out of CVS, chocolate, pain medication, and the best part...me," he says, spreading his arms.

Of course, the hormones almot make Y/n start crying, her eyes filling with tears as she launche sherself into her boyfriend's arms. "Eddie, this is amazing! Thank you so much, babe!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm pretty great," Eddie sighs, hugging Y/n back and kissing her forehead with a small smile.

\\The Next Day//

Y/n winces at lunch, leaning her head on Eddie's shoulder as her body contracts with a cramp. Eddie looks down at her in concern. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Forgot the meds," she mumbles, burying her face in his neck, inhaling his comforting scent.

Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes and rummaging in the inside pocket of his jacket. "You're lucky you take up about 90% of my brain space," he says, subtly pressing 2 pills in her hand. "Who's the best boyfriend?"

"Oh my god, you are," Y/n says eagerly, planting a big kiss on his lips that leaves Eddie bright red and the boys at the table whistling.

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The bell trills 3:00 pm. Y/n eagerly pushes out of her chair, grabbing her backpack and making her way through the throngs of people in the hallway before she gets out the door, the mild warm weather of the afternoon seeping into her pores.

She walks through the parking lot to where she finds Eddie leaning against his van, waiting for her. Her chest deflates in relief at the sight of him, knowing that she'll be able to relax with him in his trailer, and that he'll take good care of her.

"Hey there, m'lady," he says, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a soft kiss on her lips, playing with Y/n's hair. "Ready to go home?"

"Please," is all Y/n says as she gets into his car.

Once they get into his trailer, Y/n immediately changes into one of his shirts and slips under the covers, getting comfortable and making herself at home. Eddie rummages through his drawers and pulls out two of Y/n's favorite movies with a smile. "Movie night?" He suggests with a smile.

At 6:00, Eddie heads into the kitchen to make some frozen dinner. He can't cook, come on now, but he tries his best, and that's enough for Y/n. So they sit on his bed together, watching movies, eating dinner, and talking about their day.

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I like to think of Steve relying on Eddie as his nerd interpreter when the conversation starts to get over his head. Instead of having to ask the kids what a lycanthrope is, he just kind of sidles over and gives a "???" look to Eddie who leans in and whispers a quick explanation without making him look dumb to everyone. This works great when the subjects under discussion are related to Eddie's hobbies and interests but sometimes they turn more academic, because these kids are science nerds as well as science fiction nerds, and when he "???"s at Eddie, Eddie whispers, "Super flattered you think I might know, but remember my grades are worse than yours." Then he takes the bullet for Steve by asking the dumb question out loud so he can hear the answer too.

On one occasion Lucas makes a sports analogy, Eddie looks baffled and doesn't even have time to look for Steve before he's whispering to him all excited because he can finally help him back.

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The Twins

Did I use two gifs? Yes. Because two pretty Vulcans. Also is there biology studying as a flirting technique? Yes.

Day 23: Spit-roasting

Kinktober prompt list here. Kinktober Fic Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here. 

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Taurik (ST:TNG) x Reader, Vorik (ST:VOY) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, human/Vulcan sex, spit-roasting, Vulcans attempt flirting but human is oblivious until they make it obvious, implied threesome, telepathic dirty talk, telepathic sex.

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When my Academy classmates Taurik and Vorik had approached me during a free period asking for assistance studying for their upcoming exam in biology, I’d been understandably skeptical. Vulcans in general - and these two in particular - were typically known as model students. I’d never known them to need help studying. I’d said ‘yes,’ of course. How could I refuse them? They were my friends, and it helped that they were both very handsome. Who was I to question why they needed help?

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Artifice Becomes Substance

So…this is a thing that my brain came up with… In my defense, Alexander Enberg plays two very sexy Vulcans.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Taurik (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: Or what happens when you put a Vulcan in a fake dating situation with someone they already have feelings for and have been trying (unsuccessfully) to flirt with for a while.]

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, questionable use of logic to justify a faux dating scenario (blame the Vulcan, not the writer), interspecies friendship becomes interspecies relationship, human/Vulcan relationship, cultural exchange (wink wink nudge nudge), mildly suggestive language, pre-relationship fluff.

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“Why do you remain largely silent when your parents are present, Ensign?” Taurik’s question caught me off guard as he took a seat beside me in Ten Forward. I looked at him over the rim of my Samarian Sunset, but the Vulcan proffered me no more than a curious look.

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