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steveseddie · 3 months

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love is stored in a can of hairspray

rating: t | cw: none apply | word count: 3,189

tags: eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington, eddie munson is a sweetheart, steve has a bad hair week and eddie comes to the rescue, fluff, soft boys, first kiss, getting together

for the @steddielovemonth prompt “love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy” by @forgottenkanji

a/n: i'm a day late for this one but in my defense i had a wedding yesterday and it was a crazy day! enjoy!

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There’s a reason why Steve Harrington was dubbed “The Hair” of Hawkins.

In all the years Eddie has known Steve or known of Steve, he’s never seen him have a bad hair day.

It doesn’t matter if it’s rainy or sunny, if he’s wearing a Scoops Ahoy sailor hat or if he’s walking down the halls of Hawkins High or if he’s fighting Demobats in the Upside Down after taking a dive in Lover’s Lake, Steve Harrington’s hair always looked great. Eddie doesn’t know how he does it. Well. He kinda does ‘cause Henderson is a blabbermouth who let Steve’s secret about the Farrah Fawcett hairspray slip one time, but Eddie still doesn’t understand how Steve always makes his hair look like that. He thinks there’s got to be magic involved, a deal with the devil so that Steve’s hair never looks bad.

That is until today.

Eddie arrives at the Wheeler residence and announces himself by ringing the bell three times just to be annoying. He waits for someone to come open the door for him, and in the meantime, crouches down to tie his Converse. The door opens while Eddie is still on the floor and the first thing he sees is a pristine pair of white Nikes that he could recognize anywhere.

“Well, well, well,” he says, tightening the laces and springing to his feet. “If it isn’t my favorite guy in all of Hawkins, I didn’t know you’d be- Jesus H. Christ, dude! What happened to your hair?” He blurts out the last part when his eyes land on Steve’s head. Or the thick untidy mass where his perfect hair should be, with strands matted on his forehead above his furrowed brow.

“Fuck you, man,” Steve grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest.

Eddie feels a little bad, but his mouth-to-brain already leaves so much to be desired around Steve on a good day-

Not that Steve looks bad. Eddie is convinced that he couldn’t look bad if he tried, but right now he certainly doesn’t look like The Hair of Hawkins.

“Sorry, it’s just-” He waves vaguely at Steve’s head. “What’s up with that?”

Steve groans loudly. “A bunch of my products are sold out at every fucking store in Hawkins,” he explains for what seems to be not for the first time today. “Been meaning to drive to the next town over to get them, but I’ve been picking up so many extra shifts at Family Video that I haven’t had the time.”

Eddie nods. Steve told him he was trying to save up money to move out of his parents’ house, but it was slow going, so he started working more shifts recently to speed up the process. He’s been seeing less of Steve because of that, which Eddie hates, but he understands the urge to get out of that house.

“That sucks, man.”

Steve pouts, pink bottom lip jutting out. “Tell me about it, I look-” he gestures at his head and trails off with a huff.

“It’s not that bad,” Eddie says, but Steve raises an eyebrow at him.

“Wheeler asked if a hamster died on my head,” he deadpans.

Fucking Wheeler. He’s gonna make him regret it during tonight’s campaign.

“Please, those kids wouldn’t know a good haircut if it bit them in the ass,” Eddie says, and Steve smiles a little. “Sure, it’s- different. Not what we’re all used to, but you still look-” Handsome, hot, beautiful. “You still look good, Harrington.”

Steve’s cheeks pink up slightly. “Thanks, Munson, but I don’t feel good, I don’t know. It’s just hair and it’s stupid, but I feel off.” He groans in frustration. “Whatever, I’ll just have to wait two weeks and then-”

“Two weeks?”

“That’s when I finally get a day off.”

Eddie blows out a puff of air. “Jesus, Steve.”

“Apartments aren’t cheap, man,” Steve says with a shrug. “But I think Keith might make me manager by the end of the month. That would bump up my pay a bit, I just have to, you know, show him I can do it.”

“You got this, Stevie,” Eddie says, patting Steve’s cheek. “No one rewinds and restocks like you do.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch up into a smile.

“If you two are done, we have a campaign to start!” Dustin says, appearing behind Steve and giving them both an exasperated look.

They exchange one themselves at Dustin’s tone, which they agree that he still needs to get in check.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” Steve says and Eddie tries not to jump in excitement when he realizes Steve is staying instead of just dropping off the kiddos. He’s been hanging around more and more during Hellfire meetings recently, even if he still doesn’t want to play. Eddie can’t complain about the last part, he likes just having him there.

He steps inside and Steve closes the door.

Dustin stares at Steve’s head.

“Quit staring, Henderson!” Steve protests and Dustin holds his hands up in defense.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just bad, dude.”

These fucking kids.

Eddie whacks Dustin upside the head. “Just for that, I’m making you roll with disadvantage for every attack you make tonight .”

Dustin’s eyes bulge out. “What! That’s not fair!” He protests loudly as they walk towards the basement.

Eddie suspects that Steve doesn’t know necessarily what that means, but he still gives him a grateful smile.

***

Eddie stares at the bag of hair products in his passenger seat.

He’s always been a whatever shampoo Wayne picks up from the store kind of guy, he’s never really spent money on hair products. Until now. And they’re not even for him.

He just spent a stupid amount of money on them, mostly because, even if he remembers how some of the bottles and hairspray cans Steve uses look like from using his bathroom when he stays over, he wasn’t sure which are the ones that Steve needs. So he bought a bunch of them.

In that moment, he wasn’t thinking about the money or how it might look to Steve that he knew what hair products he uses or that he drove to another town to get them. He was only thinking about Steve’s defeated look every time someone stared at his hair or commented on it, how he self-consciously tried to fix it at work every time a customer came in, how when they hung out at his house he would hide his hair under the hood of a sweater.

But now, parked in front of Steve’s house an hour before their movie night, Eddie does think about what he did- and he seriously considers leaving the bag on Steve’s doorstep and fleeing. It’s too much. It’s too ‘I have a big crush on you and I want you to be happy so bad that I drove to another town and raided the Hair and Beauty section at a store just so you can stop walking around looking like a kicked puppy’.

But at the same time, he did this so he could see Steve smile and it would be a shame to miss it. He just hopes that Steve is too distracted by having his beloved hair products that he won’t think too hard about what Eddie did, or what it might mean.

With a short prayer to whoever’s listening so that Steve doesn’t figure out his crush today and rejects him, Eddie grabs the bag and walks up the driveway.

He knocks on the door before he can talk himself out of it, and bounces from foot to foot while he waits, hiding the bag behind him.

Steve opens the door and when he sees Eddie his eyebrows shoot up in his face, disappearing behind the few hairs that hang over his forehead. Over the last week, Steve experimented with other products, and while he managed to make his hair look a little less like something died up there, it’s still not the same. “Eddie?”

“Hey, Stevie.”

He checks his watch. “You’re early. Actually no, you’re always late so being on time is early for you, you’re like, really fucking early.”

Eddie snorts. “First of all, I’m never late, I arrive precisely when I have to.” Steve rolls his eyes. “But today I’m really fucking early, as you so eloquently put it, because I had to do some shopping first and then I drove straight here. In fact, I come bearing gifts,” he says, hands shaking a little with anticipation.

Steve eyes him curiously. “For the kids?”

“For you, my King,” Eddie says, finally allowing Steve to see the bag and presenting it to him in the most dramatic way. Hinging at the waist, holding the bag over his head, the works.

“Eddie, what are you- wait, is that- oh.” Steve goes silent when realization hits and Eddie starts spiraling. He tries to make light of it. “I humbly present to you the magic potions for your characteristic luscious hair, your Majesty.”

But when he glances up at Steve through his lashes, he looks like he’s close to crying. For a moment, he worries that he fucked up- bought all the wrong hairsprays and shampoos and now Steve is mad at him-

But then Steve is grabbing Eddie’s shoulders and yanking him up for a hug where the bag ends up squished between them.

“Christ, Eddie, thank you,” he says against his shoulder, and Eddie feels a sense of accomplishment wash over him, as well as butterflies flying in his stomach from Steve holding him like this.

One of Eddie’s arms wraps around Steve’s waist. “I don’t know if I got all the right ones ‘cause I have shit memory, but I recognized some of the bottles from your bathroom and the lady at the store helped me find your famous Farrah Fawcett spray-”

He trails off when Steve squeezes him tighter. “I can’t believe you’d do this,” he murmurs, almost to himself, but Eddie hears it anyway.

“I had some shopping to do,” Eddie says casually, but it’s like Steve is squeezing the words out of him with his arms because he keeps talking. “And you’ve been walking around with your head low and those sad puppy eyes all week, and I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Steve pulls back and Eddie braces himself for Steve calling him out for overstepping or something, but instead he looks shyly at Eddie.

“I know it’s stupid like, it’s just hair and it shouldn’t matter that much, but it’s just- it’s important to me. I might not like “the Hair” thing but I am like, proud of my hair and this week I just haven’t felt like myself and people keep making comments and-” He shakes his head, a few rebellious strands falling on his forehead. “Anyway just, this means a lot, Eds, thank you.”

“Of course, Steve,” Eddie says with a smile. They stare at each other for a little too long, and Eddie starts fidgeting. “Now aren’t you happy that I got here so early? Gives you just enough time to get through your hair routine before everyone else gets here.”

Steve chuckles. “You don’t mind waiting while I fix this?” He gestures at his head, and Eddie shakes his.

“I can entertain myself just fine,” Eddie says, stepping inside when Steve sweeps his arm over the entrance.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon.”

Eddie grins. “Yeah, go doll up for me, sweetheart,” he teases and hears the way Steve’s breath catches, his eyes widening slightly and his cheeks tinting pink.

Then Steve moves in and places a quick kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Thanks again, Eds,” he says and then he’s running upstairs.

Eddie stands there for at least ten minutes, red in the face, before he can make himself move.

***

Steve still hasn’t come downstairs by the time the doorbell rings so Eddie answers it.

Dustin is at the head of the arriving party and he raises an eyebrow at him when he sees him. “You’re on time,” he says, perplexed.

“And you’re a butthead,” Eddie replies and the other kids snigger behind Dustin. “Are you gonna come in or what?”

With an eye roll that is pure Steve, Dustin walks in followed by Wheeler, Sinclair and Max, and finally Robin and Nancy, who drove them all there.

Buckley narrows his eyes at him as she walks in. “Why are you on time?” She asks. “Unless you got here early so you and Steve could hang out alooone?” The way she says “alone” makes Eddie flush, which doesn’t help deny what she’s implying, even if it isn’t true.

Luckily, at that moment, Steve comes down the stairs and everyone’s attention turns to him.

“Dude, you got rid of the dead hamster finally!” Mike says and Max flicks him in the ear. Eddie smirks, that’s why she’s his favorite.

“He’s back!” Dustin cheers as soon as Steve’s hair is visible. Eddie smiles at the familiar look, but mostly at the way Steve smiles and holds himself, the slouch and the sad puppy eyes gone.

“There’s my handsome best friend,” Robin hoots and Nancy puts her thumb and index finger in her mouth and lets out an impressive whistle.

“Okay, okay,” Steve says, waving off their compliments and reactions as he reaches the ground floor. “Yes, the hair is back, we can move on now. There are movies to watch.”

He starts to usher them in the direction of the living room to get their movie night started now that they’re all here.

“Dude, I thought it would be two weeks before you could buy your hair things,” Lucas says, looking at Steve over his shoulder.

Steve freezes, his eyes darting to Eddie before he just shrugs at Sinclair, who probably doesn’t care that much about it because he just accepts that as a reasonable answer and follows the others to the couch.

The same can’t be said about Buckley.

“How did you get your hair products, Steve? ‘Cause I know you didn’t have them yesterday and you were working all day today.”

Their eyes meet again and Eddie gives a small shrug. They both know Buckley won’t drop it until she knows the truth.

“Eddie got them for me,” Steve says, mouth curling up in a smile that he directs at Eddie.

Buckley’s head snaps in his direction too, but she’s smirking, her eyes sparkling. “Oh did he?”

“Uh, yeah, I did.”

“You drove to another town, spent time and money on gas, and then spent more money just to get Steve his hair products?”

“Yup,” he says, popping the ‘p’, trying to be casual, but he can feel the heat on his cheeks.

“How generous of you,” she says but it sounds a lot like, ‘I see you and your big gay crush on my best friend’.

Eddie’s eyes dart to Steve. With their platonic bond it sometimes feels like they can read each other’s minds and Eddie wonders if Steve can see what she sees. He flushes brighter at the thought.

“Come on, Nance, let’s get started with the popcorn,” she says, hooking her arm with Nancy’s and dragging her away, leaving Steve and Eddie alone in the hallway.

“I’m sorry about her,” Steve says with a light chuckle. “And listen I can pay you- for the gas and for the products.”

Eddie shakes his head. “You don’t have to, I told you, they’re gifts.”

Steve ducks his head shyly and a strand of hair falls on his forehead with the movement. On impulse, Eddie reaches out to tuck it back into place. There, now Steve’s hair is perfectly styled again. He smiles. “Besides, it was worth it.”

“Oh.” Steve licks his lips a little nervously and Eddie can’t help but track the movement with his eyes. “You- you must really like my hair,” he whispers, eyes wide and expectant.

Eddie considers taking the out, making some joke about having always admired “the Hair” or something like that, but he finds that he doesn’t want to. Not with Steve looking at him like he would like hearing the truth.

So, Eddie takes a deep breath and hopes that he’s reading this right.

“I do, I really like it, but it’s not just that. You could walk around with a hamster on your head or get a buzz cut like El, and I’d still like it. I just. I like you.”

A slow grin appears on Steve’s face. “You really think I would look good with a buzz cut?”

A nervous laugh tumbles over Eddie’s lips. “Out of everything I said that’s what you-”

Steve shakes his head, cupping Eddie’s jaw with one hand and effectively shutting him up. “No, I- I like you too, Eddie.”

He sighs in relief. “Oh, thank God.”

And then, he grabs a handful of Steve’s shirt and pulls him towards him, crashing their lips together.

The moment they touch, Eddie lets out a low whine before he remembers that the kiddos are in the next room and Buckley and Wheeler could walk out of the kitchen any minute. So he tries to keep it down as he licks into Steve’s mouth, even if Steve kissing back just as passionately should be enough to drag more noises out of him.

It’s not until Eddie’s hands start moving from his shoulder to his neck on the way to his hair that Steve stops him, his fingers grabbing a hold of Eddie’s wrist and pulling away just enough to speak against Eddie’s lips.

Eddie chases after Steve’s mouth with another whine.

“Jesus,” Steve gasps. “We probably should- If this week proved anything is that out friends are overly invested in my hair so they’ll notice if you mess it up with your hands.” Eddie makes a disgruntled sound. Steve’s fingers catch one of Eddie’s curls, twirling it around it. “But if you want, after everyone leaves you can stay and I can, you know, pay you back for this.” He gestures at his hair.

Eddie’s brain must be melting out of his ears from kissing Steve because he dumbly says, “I told you that you don’t have to-” before he understands the meaning behind the words when he sees Steve’s smirk. “Oh. Yeah. I can think of a few ways you can do that.”

The way he waggles his eyebrows makes Steve giggle adorably, but before Eddie can kiss him about it, Robin pops her head out of the kitchen, making them jump.

“If you two are done giggling like teenagers, come help with the popcorn before the actual teenagers start a riot.”

“Aye, Captain Buckley,” Eddie says with a two-fingered salute. This time Steve muffles his giggle behind his hand.

With the other, he grabs hold of Eddie’s and starts dragging him to the kitchen. The whole time, Eddie feels like he’s floating.

He’s happy he made the trip, he’s happy he got Steve his hair products, he’s happy his hair are back to normal.

And he’s even more happy that he gets to mess it up later when he kisses Steve again after everyone leaves.

#steddielovemonth #day 29 #i wasn't planning on writing more of these prompts but this idea came to me yesterday and i ended up loving it!#steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #monse writes

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bruisedboys · 6 months

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bradley bradshaw x fem!reader — you’re worried about what bradley will think of your new haircut.

mutual pining, pre-relationship, fluff (very self indulgent since I got my hair cut this week xoxo)

You were feeling good about your new haircut yesterday, when it was freshly cut and styled and so super soft. Today is different. You know you look different and you can help but think different is bad.

You rake a hand through your short hair. “Does my hair look bad?”

Natasha and Bob both give you twin looks of incredulity. It’s not the first time you’ve asked it tonight. They’ve brought you along to the Hard Deck for a night of drinks with their friends and you can’t stop fussing over your hair. You won’t admit to them it’s because you’re harbouring a massive crush on one of their squad members and you’re worried he’ll think you look awful.

“It looks fine,” Natasha tells you, again, not for the first time. “You look pretty. Right, Bob?”

Bob hums, tapping his fingers on the wooden tabletop. “You look great, Y/N.” He gives you a look from behind his glasses. Confusion, a bit of suspicion. “Why are you worrying so much, anyway?”

Your heart stutters. “I’m not—“

“Phoenix, Bob!” Jake Seresin appears seemingly out of nowhere, sidling up to your table with all the charm of a prince. His eyes land on you and your new hair and he grins. “And Y/N. Looking good, sugar.”

He winks at you. He’s a huge flirt and you’d definitely be into him if it weren’t for another certain aviator.

You smile at him. “Thanks, Jake.”

The others, Payback and Fanboy, file in behind him. They both notice and compliment your hair, which is a good sign. Still, you know who’s coming next and you can’t help but curl in on yourself, taking a sip of your drink so you don’t have to see him as he approaches.

“Hey, guys!” Bradley Bradshaw appears, stupid Hawaiian shirt, sunglasses, moustache, golden skin and all. He’s tucking his glasses into his shirt so he doesn’t see you at first. “Hey— woah, Y/N.”

He stops short when he sees you. You lower your drink slowly, heart in your throat. Your knee bounces underneath the table.

“Hi, Bradley,” you say.

Bradley blinks. Blinks again. “Hi. Hey. I— you cut your hair.”

He says it like he’s never heard of a haircut before. You smile unsurely.

“I did,” you say, pushing a lock behind your ear as if that will help your case. “Is it bad?”

“Bad? No, it’s— it really suits you,” he says. If you’re not mistaken, he’s stuttering. Not only that, but unless you’re imagining it, he’s blushing. He stares at you, completely unaware of anything or anyone else, golden cheeks tinged pink. “You look really pretty.”

Your turn to blush. Heat flares behind your cheeks, burning into your smile. Pretty, he called you. “Thanks, Brad.”

Bradley seems to come back into himself, a lopsided grin creeping onto his face. He shoves his hands into his jeans pockets and smiles at you. “Hey, you’re welcome. Just tell me next time so I don’t have a heart attack, okay?”

What’s that supposed to mean? You open your mouth to say something, you don’t know what, but Jake’s southern drawl interrupts you.

“Bradshaw!” Both you and Bradley turn to see Jake at the pool table with the rest of the boys. “Stop flirting with Y/N and get over here so I can beat you. Again.”

Bradley rolls his eyes. “He’s lying, I won last week. I’ll be back, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

You weren’t planning to. He flashes you a dazzling smile and then you watch him go, your heart thrumming with the sort of electricity you can’t ignore. You think you might burst. He’d called you pretty, said you’d given him a heart attack. You feel like your own heart’s about to give out, too.

Across the table, Bradley now well out of earshot, Natasha wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“Oh,” she says slyly. “Now I get why you were so worried about your hair.”

You groan and bury your burning face in your drink again. “Please shut up, Nat.”

You have a feeling she won’t.

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writtenapoiogy · 6 months

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touch; jaime reyes

pairing: jaime reyes x f!reader

summary: jaime comes home from getting a haircut THATS REALLY IT (i had a different idea when i started writing this but it took a diff direction)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, dry humping, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, porn with plot-ish, some good ole fuckin

a/n: i haven’t written in like 2 years so bear with me if this isn’t that good 😭

Jaime loved your touch.

He loved when you held hands. When you kissed, and his hands wrapped around your waist. Your hands held his cheeks and then ran into his hair. He loved the way your lips felt on his neck. He loved every single way you touched him. He simply could never get enough of feeling your touch.

And he loved nothing more than when you played in his hair. Raking your fingers through it. Putting random braids in it, just as long as your hands were on his head.

During a heated makeout session, all hot breath, hushed moans, and gasps. Raking your fingers through his hair. Pulling on his hair. He loved it all.

So as you were laying on his bed waiting for him to get home from the barber, you were shocked when he showed up with his hair cut down to almost a buzz.

You gasped as soon as he came into the room, “What happened??”

“He messed up.” Jaime frowned.

You giggled, “Oh, it’s okay baby, you still look handsome.”

“You’re laughing, mi amooor,” he drawled out as he plopped down in his bed, resting his head on your lap.

You hold back a laugh as you lightly run your fingers through his now-nonexistent curls. “Jaime, it is okay. It will grow back,” you couldn’t help but let a chuckle out. His hair was now probably about 3 inches long and sat just across the top of his forehead.

Jaime wrapped his arms around your waist and grumbled against your lower stomach, “Stop laughing!”

“I can’t help it! Your reaction is making me laugh!”

Jaime lifted his head and looked into your eyes with his beautiful deep brown ones. You saw for only a quick second a bit of mischievousness flash in his eyes before he removed his arms from behind your waist and started tickling you relentlessly.

“JAIME…STOP… PLEASE!” You barely got out through your laughs.

He didn’t let up, laughing at your struggle, “As long as you promise not to laugh at me.”

“...I pro..mise… I PROMISE.. I PROMISE,” You finally got out.”Please.”

“Anything for you, mi amor.”

You roll your eyes at him but the smile on your face never wavers. He crawls over you to meet you face-to-face. He stares deeply into your eyes as you sit there and catch your breath from laughing so hard.

God, he’s handsome.

You can’t stop yourself from taking a longing glance at his lips, taking in the cute little beauty mark right under the right side of his lip. You smile to yourself as you look back up at his eyes. You couldn’t help yourself from running your hands up his chest and cupping his face.

Oh, this boy was everything to you. He was your entire heart.

You pull him down to your lips and you both melt into each other. It’s a warm and soft kiss but at the same time a searing and passionate kiss. The perfect mixture that set your body aflame every time he placed his lips on yours. Jaime just had a way of making you feel like you were on fire. He knew where to touch you, where to kiss you, what to say.

He was perfect.

Jaime began to lightly press his tongue into the line of your puckered lips. You eagerly allowed him to let his tongue in to lick and prod into your mouth. All while he wrapped his arms around you bringing you tightly against him. His left hand moves down to grip your ass. He ground his hips against yours moaning, as he deepened your kiss.

He was hard. Very hard.

You moaned into his mouth, taking your hands to the back of his head to grip his luscious locks out of pure habit but frowned when you realized there was nothing.

Jaime pulled away at your frown. He swore in Spanish, “I'm gonna miss how good it felt to have you grasping and tugging on my hair.” He kissed your lips, then said, “I’m never going back to that barber shop again.”

You nodded in agreement before he bent back down to capture your mouth with his again.

You removed your lips from his to start to undress him. You desperately needed to feel his warm skin against yours. All over you. You wanted to- No, you needed to be against him completely bare. Nothing in between the two of you.

And you got what you wanted cause as soon as his pants and underwear fell to the floor he got to work on getting you as naked as him. Once nothing was acting as a barrier to the two of you. He ground against you completely raw and bare, rubbing his hard cock through your folds and against your clit.

You let out a whimper and he quickly swallowed it with a kiss before trailing kisses from your neck down to your abdomen. He spread your legs as far apart as they could go to have you wide open in front of him. He licked his lips before blowing his breath along your heat, teasing you.

You jutted your hips up at him silently asking him to touch you or put his mouth on you. You didn't know which one you needed, you just knew you needed him to give you something or you were going to explode.

He laughed at your clear need for him. Jaime had this need to taste you like he’d never had a drink and had grown quite thirsty. Just an overwhelming need. He brought his mouth down against your wet hot cunt, not wasting a second.

Jaime hummed against you as he dragged his tongue up and down your folds everytime he went down he stuck his tongue inside your opening making you whine as he continued to tease you. He moved his tongue to your clit licking it, aggressively.

“Jaime,” you moaned. You knew you wanted to scream and you couldn’t believe you were so close to coming and he had just put his mouth on you. He knew your body so well it made you want to burst.

“Fuck. Jaime…” You cried out when he slid two fingers into your pussy stretching you open so you were ready for him.

And not even 10 seconds later, you were coming and shaking as you gripped whatever hair you could on top of his head as you rode your high against his face.

He licked you clean and brought himself back up to your face. As he made his assent you felt him rub his dick through your folds and then pushed it down so that the head was at your entrance just barely pushing into you. You were so sensitive from your first orgasm that your senses were on one hundred, especially down there.

He laid a very wet sloppy kiss on your lips, he stuck his tongue into your mouth swiftly licking your tongue, just leaving you wanting more before saying, “You ready for me mami?”

You moaned at the pet name and then nodded, “Yes, handsome. I’m always ready for you.” You smiled at him in a way that made him almost come right then and there

He pushed his cock into you. As always, you gasped like it was the first time again. There was nothing better than the feeling of being filled by the love of your life. Jaime shuddered, feeling your warm wet walls gripping him in deeper.

“Fuck mi amor,” he groaned, “Your pussy feels so good.”

You could only moan in response. He started thrusting, going slow and deep so you could feel every single inch of him. His strokes were nothing but perfect. He hit all the right spots turning you into a pile of mush. He was hitting spots you didn’t even know existed.

“Jai..Jaime,” you stuttered through a moan.

Jaime smiled down at you as he fucked you deeply with passion. His eyes staring right into you watching you fall apart because of him. He couldn’t get enough.

His moans and grunts did nothing but bring you closer and closer to your release. He was not quiet and that was something you loved immensely. You were close. So close. And he knew that so he picked up his pace. You didn’t even have to ask, he knew your body that well.

You whimpered, wrapping your arms over his shoulders to pull him down on top of you. That didn’t stop his thrusts or throw off his tempo either. He kept going knowing you were almost there. This angle was perfect. It was deeper and he kept rubbing against your clit with each thrust.

You loved the feeling of him going in and out of you. You kept trying to look down at the two of you connecting. He smirked down at you, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. Jaime glanced down at what you were unfortunate not to see. He moaned and almost came right then.

“Dios mío,” Jaime whimpered. "You're so wet for me." Your cunt was getting wetter as you got closer to your release. That was enough to bring him to the brink of his own release. “Come for me. Please come for me Y/N. I know you wanna come baby let it go.”

You let it all go, feeling your body shake and tremble. You kissed him so that you didn’t scream. You wrapped your arms around him tightly pulling him as close to you as possible, needing something to stabilize you.

Feeling you coat his cock with your juices sent him over the edge. His thrusts stuttered and lost their rhythm as he spilled his warm seed into you, moaning into your mouth.

He had to remove his mouth from yours to catch his breath. He grunted as his last rope of come left his cock. You didn’t miss the whimper he let out feeling you clench around him.

“Fuck Jaime.” You smiled up at him and wiped the sweat off his forehead that was making his very short hair stick to it.

“That was good.” You both said at the same time.

The both of you let out a breathy laugh.

You took a good look at him. Puffy red lips and flushed cheeks. And his heavenly brown eyes. He was so beautiful.

“I love you, my pretty boy.” You said before placing a kiss on his soft lips.

After pulling away from the kiss, “I love you more, mi amor.” Jaime replied.

He pulled out of your warm heat and you whimpered at the loss of the fullness you once felt. The both of you cuddled till you drifted off to sleep.

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I've been scrolling through your blog, and I saw your post about discussing the racialized nature of gender. As someone who has several transmasc POC friends, and someone who's a nonbinary POC themself, I wanted to give my 2 cents.

It's important to understand that "woman" in the "man vs woman" gender binary is a colonialist, white supremacist construct, especially in Western countries where you are the numerical minority. My trans friends aren't on T, they haven't gotten top surgery, we are all quite young. But they all have numerous stories about being addressed as "sir" which brings them euphoria but as one person said, while we were making fun of the amount of white people in our club, "Due to my race and skin color, I get masculinized."

And again I'd like to emphasize, that since we're young, none of us really have medically transitioned due to financial and familial barriers. Their hair is long, our binders we definitely have notable chests, and even if they dress masculine, it's notable that no one in our communities would ever gender us properly. It's often white people calling them "sir." Again, I think this reflects how gender performances in mainstream queer communities are deeply White. Like, trans boys talk about having haircuts, but only one of my friends has that wavier, more manageable hair that will help them pass. When you've got curly/kinky hair, the standards are different. For a white person, what's the difference between a "girl" Afro and a boy "Afro"? White cis people have a harder time identifying us, and literally talk to any black girl, and they'll tell you about being mocked, dehumanized, and called "manly".

I don't have much else to say. These are just my personal experiences. But if you want to be an ally to POC in the queer community, this is why it's so fucking important to bring in colonialism/imperialism/white supremacy into discussions of queer liberation. My biggest gripe with ignorant white queers is when they ignore their white privilege, and act like "cishets" (AKA the patriarchal system regulating sexuality and gender) is the only enemy. Because cishet POC deal with plenty of shit with being infantilized, masculinized, feminized, seen as brutish & dangerous, the list goes on. Doberbutts had a post saying, "Believe me, your family's going to care more about me being black than my queerness." towards his white partners. Acknowledging and creating a framework that centers these intersections of queerness and race into your beliefs is true allyship. This is why if you're not anti-imperialist, anti-capitalist, ACAB...I do not think you care for queer liberation. None of us are free until all of us are free.

Please don't view this post as an attack. But this is my perspective, and I thought you'd be receptive to me sharing my lived experiences.

Oh I absolutely don't view this ask as an attack, and I really appreciate you bringing these things up because you're right! Like, just very plainly: You are right and your and your friends lived experiences are extremely important to the conversation on the racialized aspects of gender.

It gets me thinking about where Misogynoir and the social White Fear of Black manhood intersect for Black trans men in particular. Because Black women and Women of Color in general are masculinized by White gender standards and the ways in which Black trans masculine people are gendered in alignment with their identity is absolutely not always done with gender affirming intent. In fact, it's often actually done with racist intent or is fueled by racist bias when it's coming from White people or even from non-Black POC.

That's kind of restating things you've said but differently, it's just such a topic worth highlighting explicitly since it's extremely relevant to the conversation that's been happening about Male Privilege here the last few days.

I do think I know exactly what @doberbutts post you're talking about and yeah. It's just truth. It's something Black queer people have been talking about for ages in both theory and in pop culture (my mind immediately goes to Kevin Abstract and "American Boyfriend") where Black queer/trans identity is both materially different from (neutral) and is treated differently from (negative) White queer/trans identity in multitudes of ways and those differences are worth sharing and exploring and talking about.

Genuinely, thank you for sharing! I try really hard not to lead these kinds of conversations outside of explicitly referencing back to non-White theorists because I don't particularly feel like it's my place to do so, but I will always provide a platform for them because they're extremely important conversations to be had.

#asks #anon #racialized gender #male privilege #transandrophobia

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topguncortez · 10 months

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Hold My Hand | Jake Seresin x Shy!Wifey

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synopsis: Y/N notices a change with her body, and Jake is there to give her the support she needs.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mentions of a c-section, postpartum, breastfeeding, unprotected sex, shower sex, fear of doctors, mentions of breast cancer

Y/N felt like she knew more about how a woman’s body changes during pregnancy than her own doctor. By the time she was having baby three, she was an old pro and could tell you exactly what stage of development the fetus was in, how the mother’s body was changing, and the size of the baby. Y/N knew that every pregnancy was different, and each one of hers was different than the last. She knew that being pregnant with twins was going to be vastly different than being pregnant with just one. However, she never accounted for how different it was going to be.

A C-section was never in the cards for Y/N, but she didn’t really have a choice when she was whisked away by doctors and nurses and taken to an operating room. She didn’t really remember much about it, she could remember being cold, feeling exposed, the scent of burning flesh. But she did remember the feeling of her baby boys being placed on her chest for the first time. She remembered the feeling of Jake running his fingers through her hair and telling her she did a good job. She remembered the bright faces of her other three children when they got to hold the last Seresin babies in their arms.

Ever since that day, Y/N vowed to do things how she did for the last three pregnancies. She chose to breastfeed the best she could. It was a challenge at first, her milk didn’t come in right away from having the twins early, and due to the c-section. But it got easier once she did start producing, in fact, she started over-producing and woke up most mornings with sore breasts. Jake was great help, waking up during the night to help her feed the twins, and getting her breast pump ready for her.

The first time she felt the lump was in the middle of the night. Jasper had woken up and was hangry. Y/N told Jake to stay in bed, and that it was just one of the twins that wanted attention. She had gotten him situated to feed when she felt the painful lump on her chest. Y/N had brushed it off, thinking it was just a clogged milk duct. She made sure to feed Jasper on that side, hoping that he could get the clog out. When Jasper was done feeding, Y/N burped him and wrapped him back up in his swaddle.

Y/N didn’t think anything of it, until about two weeks later.

She and Jake had finally gotten a private moment to themselves. The older three Seresins were at school, and the twins were down for a nap. Y/N placed the baby monitor on the shelf next to the shower and dragged her husband in there with her. Sexy time with Jake was something as few and far between as the passing of Halley’s Comet. They had gotten good at mastering the art of quickies; in the shower, in the garage, in the back of Y/N’s Cadillac SUV.

Jake’s hands were roaming Y/N’s wet skin, as his mouth was on hers. His cock was gently thrusting in and out of her, trying to make their private moment last as long as it could. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling on the blonde locks that had grown way past acceptable for the Navy. Jake was clearly enjoying his time off as much as Y/N was; not having to wake up early, shave every single day, and get constant weekly haircuts.

“Fuck, sweets,” Jake groaned, as he pressed kisses to her neck. His strong hands held her up against the shower wall, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Y/N moaned, tilting her head back. Jake’s tongue moved across her skin, down to her breast. The moment his tongue came in contact with her nipple she let out a hiss and pulled him back by his hair.

“You okay?” Jake asked, his eyes full of concern, “Is it mas-”

“Please,” Y/N groaned, “Do not talk about mastitis while your cock is inside me.”

Jake chuckled and kissed her. He didn’t waste any more time, knowing that at any moment the babies could start crying and want attention. He brought his hand down between their bodies, circling her clit in slow tantalizing circles, bringing her over the edge with his name falling from her lips like a prayer.

“I’ll go check on, ‘em,” Jake said, as he slipped on his sweatpants. His hair was still damp from the shower, and Y/N still stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in only her towel. She hummed in agreement, and Jake kissed the side of her head before going towards the twins’ nursery.

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror, waiting for Jake’s voice to come over the baby monitor. She let out a shaky breath as she dropped her towel, and ever so gently, ran her fingers along the side of her breast. The moment her fingers came in contact with what she hoped disappeared weeks ago, she let out a small sob.

— — —

One of Valeria Bates-Machado’s favorite things was being able to take care of her friends’ kids. It brought her joy seeing them year after year and seeing how much they have grown. She always made the check-ups less scary for parents and kids. Val had been the Seresin kids’ doctor since they were born and knew probably as much about them as their parents did. This was why Val found it a bit odd that Jasper and Maxwell Seresin were on her schedule for the day.

“Y/N,” Val said, as she entered the room, “What brings you in today?”

Y/N gave Val a small smile, “Nothing, just a check-up.”

Val nodded, “I just saw them three weeks ago.”

“Well, Jasper seemed to be a little congested.”

Val nodded again, still not believing the smile on Y/N’s face. It didn’t reach her eyes like it usually did, and she never just showed up like this when her kids had the flu. Y/N was a mom times five, she knew what to do when her babies showed signs of congestion.

But Val did the check-up either way, and confirmed what Y/N thought, that Jasper did have some congestion, but it was nothing that warranted a visit like this. Val ordered some medicine for the little boy, and held him while Y/N got Maxwell out to feed.

“So how are things?” Val asked, “When does Jake go back to work full-time?”

“Next week,” Y/N mumbled, looking down at Maxwell, “He’s excited-”

“And you’re not?” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to swallow down the tears that were welling up in her throat. Val’s eyes softened as she looked at her friend, “What’s going on?”

“I…. I need your help with something. I know you’re a pediatrician, but you’re one of the only doctors I trust and you know I don’t trust doctors, and I-”

“Shh,” Val said, reaching for her friend’s hand, “I got you. Whatever it is, I got you. We’ll get through this.”

— — —

It had been a week.

A slow, dreadful, anxiety-filled week.

Every call, every email, every text message had sent a tiny jolt of anxiety through Y/N’s body. Val said she would reach out to her the second that she got the results back. They had agreed to take it one step at a time, starting with taking some scans. Y/N tried her best to remember that they couldn’t do anything else without getting those scans back, but it didn’t stop her mind from jumping to the worst-case scenario.

Jake had noticed over the past week that something had been off with Y/N. He couldn’t quite explain it or put his finger on it. She was quieter than normal, shying away from his touches. She had decided to switch to bottles full time, instead of breastfeeding. And every time she held her babies, she would squeeze them just a bit tighter and hold them just a bit longer.

“What’s going on with you?” Jake asked, as he set down a bowl of ice cream with a caramel brownie in front of her, “You’re never this quiet.”

“Just tired,” Y/N answered, running a hand over her face, “Having Eli home this week has been a change.”

Jake nodded, still eyeing his wife. The kids had long since been put to bed, after bathtime and several bedtime stories. It was just the two of them, each having an extra slice of the desert, revealed in the quiet house and alone time. Jake let the silence stretch out a little longer, the only sound was the quiet hum from the baby monitor and the clinking of spoons against the bowl.

“Alright,” Jake sighed, taking the bowl away from his wife, “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Noth-”

Jake gave her a look and Y/N returned it with an irritated glare. But the facade only lasted for a minute, before her eyes turned glassy, and her cheeks heated up. Jake’s jaw dropped slightly, as the tears started to flow down her cheeks. Y/N buried her face in her hands and quiet sobs escaped her lips.

Y/N Seresin was not a woman who cried.

Y/N Seresin was a tough woman, who hid her tears and walked through hell with a smile.

Jake Seresin was at a total loss on what to do as his wife cried in front of him.

He waited for a moment, letting her get her tears out. He grew up with sisters to know that sometimes, you just need to cry it out. That asking questions and trying to figure out why at the moment could make it all worse. Jake waited until the tears had somewhat subsided, before grabbing one of her hands and pulling it away from her face. When her sobs turned into sniffles, Jake squeezed her hand, letting her know that she had the floor to talk.

“I found a lump,” Y/N whispered, her eyes closed. Jake’s eyebrows furrowed, “I found it a couple of weeks ago, I thought it was just a clogged duct. I went to see Val for some scans and I… They want to run some tests.” She opened her eyes and looked at her husband

Jake didn’t know what to say.

What do you even say in a situation like this?

Jake swallowed thickly as he leaned forward in his chair, squeezing her hand. He opened his mouth several times, racking his brain for things to say.

‘It’ll be alright.’

‘We’ll figure it out.’

‘How bad is it?’

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

Everything Jake was thinking of saying, just didn’t sound right to say out loud. So instead, he sat there, and held her hand.

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cherriemi · 3 months

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Trivia Night

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

in: reid has always noticed every tiny detail about you, the slight change in your hair or attitude. so when you throw a birthday party and include a trivia game for your unit to learn more about you, spencer gets every question right.

tw: improper capitalization, fluff, non-consensual kiss (let me know if there is anything else!)

a/n: this is my FIRST ff writing in years, so yes it’s bad and yes i’m rusty. please be nice to me :,(

wc: 2.3k

you walked into the office… and he could instantly tell something was off. it didn’t take long until he remembered that your hair was now shorter. you had gotten a haircut and he would be first to comment.

“did you get a haircut y/n?” he asked as you placed your bag on your desk. you nodded, “is it that short??” messing with your hair and seeing if the ends are shorter than you had remembered. “no, i like it.” a smile formed on his face. “thank you.” you looked away, flustered.

he always noticed changes first. they were compliments, questions of concern. it never weirded you out as he admitted to having an eidetic memory. it just frustrated you that he always knew what was different.

“i haven’t seen you in red… it compliments your undertones a lot.”

“your makeup looks different, did you put on eyeliner? i quite like it.”

“what happened to your finger? be careful next time okay?”

“let’s get started for our case review.” hotchner poked his head out from the conference room. you grabbed what you needed and head up the steps with reid just behind you.

it was your birthday! you had invited your co-workers as they were the only people you really knew. joining the team only half a year ago, you moved away from your dream location but moved into a better job.

you anxiously waited for someone to show up. your apartment was decorated, food cooked and the vinyl record playing smooth jazz. one of your favorite records, it was a compilation of a few popular artists and songs. you had found it selling for $2.99 at an estate sale back from your old job.

you heard a couple voices from outside the door and then a knock. you rushed to the door, checking the peephole. it was hotchner and prentiss.

the door door swung open, “happy birthday!!” emily prentiss cheerily pulled you in for a hug. hotchner smiled, repeating back what emily said with a back pat. “gifts can go over there.” your hand gestured towards the kitchen island.

soon enough derek morgan and penelope garcia showed up, then jennifer and rossi. the party already seemed to be starting but you knew someone was missing. spencer reid appeared, exactly 25 minutes later than you had told the group chat.

“come on reid!” derek and jennifer teased the boy. he was red on the face, a card in one hand and the other holding onto the strap of his messenger bag. he was dressed as he usually was: dress shoes, trousers, and a button up with a vest over. “sorry, i had to take the subway.” he responded.

you grabbed the card from his hands, “it’s okay reid, go ahead and help yourself.” you set the card on the island as he walked over towards the pots and pans. he helped himself to some chicken and pasta.

after the eating and cake cutting, it was gift giving time. you opened all the gifts in the kitchen while everyone watched. most of your co-workers gifted you a card with money but penelope had gifted wrapped a gift for you. you torn it open and found a bow ribbon set. you smiled and hugged her.

you called everyone to the living room. emily, jennifer, penelope and derek had crushed themselves on the loveseat while rossi claimed the single seater you had. you grabbed your two only other chairs and placed them next to where rossi was. hotchner and reid sat in the new present chairs.

you grabbed your phone which was connected to the tv and opened a slideshow, “y/n’s trivia night.” read rossi.

penelope sat up, “oh i am so good at these!”

you reached behind the tv and checked for the gift card. “i thought that since i was the newest addition to the team… i would have a trivia game so you could learn more about me!” you pulled out a $50 visa gift card, “i prepared a prize for the 1st place winner… a $50 visa gift card!” everyone cooed at the possibility for a prize. “free money? now i’m in!” rossi joked.

the first round was a multiple choice section, and each correct answer was worth 1 point. you explained the rules to your co-workers. the first question appeared on the slide. what is y/n’s favorite color?

C. B. A. A. D. E. B. “the correct answer is B, one point to penelope and reid!” penelope nudged derek as he groaned. you assumed they had argued about your favorite color.

another question, when is y/n’s birthday?

A. A. A. A. B. D. C. “the correct answer is… C! point to reid!” everyone groaned, especially those at the loveseat. they all answered your trick question, which had the incorrect year.

you finished out the round 1 questions until everyone noticed a pattern. reid had gotten every single question correct. penelope would be a close second if 6 and 4 were neighbors. then emily and jennifer were tied, hotchner at 5th, rossi at 6th and derek dead last. penelope teased derek after the rankings were called out.

you introduced round two, a free response round where each question was worth two. you admitted this round had more leeway as you could get 1 point for getting part of the answer but it had to be specific enough to warrant the 2 points.

this round went by slower. without the help of given answers they had to use their brain power to create an answer. the first question was rough for many. hotchner got the single point for guessing your favorite childhood tv show but reid ultimately got the 2 points for getting the entire title.

round two was so horrible, you ended up having to provide one hint per person to get points. you would have regretted making it a free response section if reid hadn’t gotten all the questions right again.

you read the rankings, reid, penelope, hotchner, jennifer, emily, rossi and derek.

you announced the third and final round. “it’s a single question.” everyone relaxed. “this question is worth double all your points.” everyone sat up. everyone but derek, rossi and emily had a chance to overcome reid, but it all came down to if reid missed the question.

you read the question. gave them a few minutes as you served more champagne. after the minutes were up you counted down from 3 and had everyone revealed their answers. to everyone’s surprise reid had gotten the answer correct. almost exact to how you worded it on the tv.

you read the final results. “last place is tied with derek and rossi at 5 points… emily with 8, hotchner with 10, jennifer with 11, penelope with 14 and reid with… 36.”

derek stood up, “cheaters don’t win!” reid was red at the attention. you pulled the visa gift card and handed it to reid with a smile. penelope clapped for reid and joined jennifer, hotchner and rossi. derek was pouting. “excuse derek, he’s being a jerk.” peneople elbowed derek.

the party went on for another hour until derek and peneople noted the time. “we have to go y/n, sorryyy.” peneople apologized. you bid them farewell. soon enough emily and jennifer wanted to leave as well. with emily and jennifer leaving, rossi and hotchner left after wishing you happy birthday for the third time.

you were wrapping the food when reid entered after his bathroom break. “did everyone leave?” he asked.

“yup, you can leave too… it won’t bug me.” you reassured reid in case he was waiting to leave.

he approached you in the kitchen. “do you need help?” you looked at him, “if you could wrap the left over pasta, i would appreciate that.”

he grabbed a sheet a tinfoil and sealed the ends. “could i actually take some of the pasta home?” he asked. you nodded, “of course! take however much you’d like.” you handed him a container.

he spooned the pasta into the container. “you’re a wonderful cook y/n.” another compliment.

“thank you,” escaped a smile while you felt your cheeks get warm. you pushed your lower back against the island. reid was taking more pasta. “are you a cheater?” you asked.

he shut the container before turning around. “i’ve never dated so-“

“no i mean the game.” you cut through. he turned red. “how would i cheat?” it was a question of interest. he didn’t know the answer which was out of the norm for him. “i’m just surprised you got a perfect 100 on my trivia game.”

reid’s mouth turned upwards, “eidetic memory y/n.” the eye contact was too much. “you say that, but can’t tell hotchner when his birthday is.” you rebutted. it was a question that hotchner blurted out during the game. emily prentiss, rossi and even derek knew his birthday but spencer had failed to come up with the correct answer.

reid was chewing the inside of his mouth. “hotchner is old and uninteresting.” he jabbed at his boss. “and i am?” he nodded. “new people are always more interesting.”

you had looked away. reid’s eye contact was too much for you. it was odd, he almost never could hold eye contact with anyone on the team but you? come to think of it, this was the first time since being transferred to the BAU that you and reid were alone. whenever the team split, reid was somehow in your group by chance but when it was one on one, you were paired with jennifer or hotchner.

in the beginning hotchner just wanted to get to see your working style and see how you handled people. after the first months, you had built a relationship with jennifer and she always pulled you away. she loved to hear what you thought about the other members, but you never told her the truth about reid. as a new member, it would leave a sour taste in their mouths if you immediately had issues with one member.

it wasn’t an issue though, it was more of an observation.

he knew when you were born, he knew where you had transferred from, he knew your favorite genre of music and books, and now he knew where you lived. “is everything okay y/n?” reid cut through the silence.

you realized it had been a couple minutes of silence. you avoided his eye contact and were zoning out. “yes…” you replied. reid stepped closer. “are you sure?” here he was asking you questions. he can sense the change in you. “yes, reid.” you replied.

reid paused. “i got you a gift,” he dug into his bag, “but i was worried you wouldn’t like it.” he pulled out a small box. one that looked like it would house a necklace. he moved closer to you and reached his arm out.

you took the box and opened it. inside was a necklace. gold, heart shaped with a beautiful gem in the middle that shined with the kitchen lights. “oh, it’s so pretty reid.” you lifted the necklace out of the box, unclasped it and slipped it on.

reid analyzed. you could hear his breathing. in and out. in and out. once the necklace was on, reid asked, “does it fit well?” you knew it took a lot of effort, “perfectly.” you mumbled in response.

reid hadn’t stepped back. you two were closer than ever. his hand brushed against clothing and reached for your chin. he lifted your face to look him in the eye. your cheeks were warming up faster than ever.

you both stayed silent. his hand wrapped around, sitting politely on your cheek. then before you could react, he leaned forward, his lips touching yours.

at first, you were surprised at the sudden gestures of reid. he was quite germaphobic, refusing to even shake hands. that was your first lesson in the fbi, reid didn’t like being touched. he took the largest step back when you went in for a hand shake and hotchner behind you, “he doesn’t like hand shakes, i should’ve told you that.”

you could not resist. his lips were soft, his hand warmed your cheek and his free arm found it’s way around your waist. your body spoke that he wasn’t being rejected, and he pulled you in closer.

it felt like the kiss had lasted minutes when he finally pulled back. “sorry,” he apologized, stepping back.

before he could go any further, you grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss. now he was surprised but that didn’t last longer than a split second. he cupped your face and kissed you. you opened your mouth slightly and he slipped his tongue inside, feeling around you. he pulled back taking the messenger bag he had donned all night off. returning, he held onto your waist while you reached for the back of his neck.

everything clicked for you. he remembered all the small and obscure details about you because he was interested in you. when you told reid your favorite color because he noticed the different tops you had of that one color, when you told reid that your birthday was the reason for your favorite season. everytime reid asked you if you had changed your hair or makeup, it was because he had remembered that you keep your hair down and your makeup minimal.

you pulled back, “you remembered everything about me because you were interested didn’t you.” reid was blushed, you weren’t sure if it was due to the kissing or the comment or maybe he was just hot. “i’m guilty…” he nodded, avoiding eye contact.

you begged reid to tell you the when and why. he was so embarrassed. admitting that he had never had a crush, and he asked hotchner what it meant to have an anxious feeling around a woman. “hotchner laughed at me and said that i was too smart to not know what attraction was.” reid told you. it was safe to say, that reid did not leave your apartment that night– in fact… he stayed the night at your apartment quite often.

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 3 months

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the crowleying of your mascot's hair.

Good morning maggots, as I write this it is 11:53 pm on the uh, asmi10kpocalypse/10khaos (both stunning names, whichever of you came up with them please walk on stage and take a goddamn bow) and I have awoken from deep slumber.

The Good News: My hair is dyed! The Bad News: It was torture that I nearly fainted from!

Okay well uh, we know what I'm best at, and it's summaries of chaos. So without further ado (much ado about nothing ahahah everything is a 10k reference now), here we go:

It starts, as it will end, in my room in front of the laptop screen.

Now, as you know, I said I would dye my hair after I scarfed down my lunch. I do that and I also take a nap because fuck yeah, sleep.

I check tumblr one last time, grab my phone without charging it, tell my mum I'm dyeing my hair, and begin the walk to the salon.

On my phone is Arthur, @howmanyholesinswisscheese, who as a cishet deadbeat dad of a lot of us, is the worst person to ask for hair advice, but I do it anyway. I need a reference photo for a haircut.

Arthur helpfully scours the internet and comes up with options that include: Gay, hot history teacher, Joe Locke but something's off about it, same as above but different slightly and I can't place it, top 20 haircuts for crazy people, top 100 teen boy haircuts for teens, mullet slash hot history teacher, Hozier, why does the teen boy have a beard, Aussie AFL player, and Chris Hemsworth.

His words, not mine. Does anyone want to check in on Arthur's history teacher because I am getting very concerned for that man.

So I pick a haircut and land up at the salon. Arthur also tells me my hair is wild and I have needed a haircut for too long. Thanks dad.

The hairdressers are not pleased when I point to the red shade and tell them to bleach and dye my entire hair.

They inform me it will look like shit.

They keep asking if I'm sure. I say, with increasing annoyance, that yes I am.

Arthur is in the phone enabling me, yelling that I need to do it for crowley and "THEY DON'T GET TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO"

The hairdressers then say they're out of red hair dye, I can either do a magenta or come back the next day.

Arthur tells me to leave and go to another salon.

So I do, and I wind up at the salon right next door (Arthur and I cheer for capitalism), an extremely seedy looking place with a poorly painted stairwell that could well be haunted.

I tell the hairdressers there what I want, and they also argue with me about how it will fade, look like shit, etc etc.

Arthur says "THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT, THEY'RE JUST HAIRDRESSERS"

He tells me that if Crowley can keep the Bentley together through hellfire through sheer will, I can do the same for my hair.

Finally, they huddle in front of a laptop, muttering, and agree to take me on.

I am then also hair-shamed by the stylist, who tells me in no uncertain terms that if I don't cut my hair as soon as it grows out even slightly, it looks "kharab", which is Hindi for... 'substandard, inferior, bad, shoddy, deficient'. Thanks, mate.

The haircut is done. What follows then is on of the top five most excruciatingly painful experiences of my life.

No, I'm serious. The bleaching and dyeing. It was. Fuck.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

JUST THE MEMORY HURTS

OKAY NEXT PART OF THE SAGA I WILL REBLOG THIS IT IS GETTING TOO LONG

IF YOU WANT THE HAIR REVEAL THEN YOU WILL HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THIS LIKE I DID, I'M AFRAID

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How would like and Ryan be when the baby kicked for the first time? Can you write a teeny blurb for it? I can imagine Eddie calling them over to feel! They’d be so happy

You say “tiny blurb,” and suddenly @munson-blurbs and I have no idea what those words mean and come up with almost 4k words hehe. We hope you all enjoy this adorable family as much as we do 🩷

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“Babe, can you sit still?” you ask with a laugh. Eddie seems to be fidgeting with everything in the examining room that’s not bolted down. He’s moved the jar of cotton balls around the desk, took a part the model of the female reproductive system, and played with the spiral cord attached to the blood pressure cuff. And you’ve only been in there for a little over five minutes. “My morning sickness finally stopped, and you pacing around the room is gonna start it up again.”

“Just nervous,” Eddie mumbles, twisting his wedding ring around his finger. “What if there’s something wrong with the baby, y’know?”

You pat the space next to you, paper crinkling below your hand. “C’mere, worrywart.” You offer a small smile as he sits down. “I’m nervous, too. But everything is gonna be okay. And Baby Munson will be perfect no matter what.”

“Yeah, I know.” But he doesn’t look fully convinced, continuing to pace until the ultrasound technician finally walks in.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Munson,” the tech greets you with a cheery smile. She’s a woman in her mid-to-late forties and has a dark brown bob haircut. “My name is Linda. Looks like we’re taking a peek at your baby today. How are you both feeling?”

“Pretty good,” you tell her. “Second trimester has been much better than the first so far.”

“That’s usually the case, so I’m glad to hear it,” Linda says. “And what about you, Dad?”

“Um, I’m good, yeah,” Eddie says, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“Nervous?” Linda asks with a knowing smile. “Your first?”

“No,” you say through a bout of laughter. “My first. This is his third go-around.”

Linda gives Eddie a kind smile as she sets up the ultrasound machine. “I understand. Worrying about wife and baby at the same time is a lot.”

“Thank you,” Eddie says, giving you a pointed look. You giggle and hold your hand out, which he gladly takes into his own.

“I’ll be doing a checkup on your baby today,” Linda tells you. “Seeing how organs are developing, things like that. Are you interested in knowing the sex?”

You and Eddie had discussed that at length. There were pros and cons both with finding out now or waiting until the birth. It didn’t matter one way or the other if the baby is a boy or a girl, so you figured you might as well learn today. That would also satisfy the two curious boys at home.

“Yes, we’d like to know, please,” you say, giving your husband’s hand a squeeze.

“No problem.” Linda tucks her hands into latex gloves and picks up the bottle of the cold goo she’s going to be spreading on your stomach. “We ready?”

“Ready,” you say. As much as you were anticipating the coldness of the gel, it still makes you jump when it touches your skin. Eddie chuckles and rubs his thumb along the back of your hand. Linda moves the ultrasound wand around your lower abdomen, trying to get the best view of the baby. How she could tell, you’d never understand. It all looks like a bunch of wavy lines and differing shades of black and white.

“Ah, there we go,” Linda says, pointing to the screen. “There’s your baby.”

Eddie leans in to look at the screen, the brightest grin on his face. Your gaze keeps moving from the image of your baby to your husband; his former nerves now forgotten as he looks at the child growing inside of you. The angle changes on the screen and you know even less of what you’re looking at now. A little thump thump thump sounds from the ultrasound, and your eyes suddenly fill with tears. That’s your baby’s heartbeat. This little being inside of you that you and Eddie created. It’s half him and half you. You’ve always known how life was a miracle, but having it happen inside of you makes it even more miraculous.

“That’s a nice strong heartbeat,” Linda says. “Very good. The heart looks good. Kidneys look good. Liver, yes. And that beautiful little brain. Proud to report that the baby has ten fingers and ten toes, as well.”

You squeeze your husband’s hand, and he bends down to kiss your forehead. “Look what we made,” he murmurs, voice catching before turning back to the technician. “Do—do you know…”

Linda moves the wand, keeping it pressed to the swell of your belly. “Seems to me like you’re having a little baby girl. Congratulations!” She beams at you both.

“Oh, my God,” Eddie manages. Concern floods your senses as you feel him tremble slightly. “Babe, it’s a girl. We’re…we’re gonna have a daughter!”

Linda cleans the gel from your stomach, excusing herself and leaving you and Eddie alone.

“Are you upset?” you ask, pushing yourself up. “I know you’re used to having boys, but—”

“Upset?” Eddie cuts you off with an incredulous chuckle. “Absolutely not. I always wanted a daughter, and now I’m having one with the love of my life. It’s just…a lot to take in.” He pulls his chair closer to yours and sits so he’s at your eye-level. “You’re the mother of my daughter. Do you know how goddamn happy that makes me?”

The last sentence makes the dam burst, and a tear trickles down his cheek. “All I ever wanted was someone who loves me, who loves my kids, and now I have her and she’s giving me a baby girl.” His lips press against yours, hand cupping your face gingerly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper, resting your forehead against his. “And speaking of loving your kids…how should we tell them about their new sister?”

Eddie taps his finger to his chin. “I feel like they’d appreciate something edible. Like a cupcake or something.”

“Are you just saying that because you want cupcakes for dessert?” you tease.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”

Eddie picks up Ryan from the junior high and Luke from the elementary school, trying to keep the newfound secret. Ryan’s at an age where he doesn’t say much, and Luke is buzzing with excitement about an upcoming field trip to the zoo, so neither boy says anything about their dad getting them from school.

“You guys wanna swing by Family Video and grab a movie for tonight?” Eddie asks, leg bouncing anxiously. “I think we’re gonna order pizza for dinner and have cupcakes for dessert.”

“Cool,” Ryan nods, going back to gaze out the window.

“Dad, if you were a pizza topping, which one would you be?” Luke doesn’t even stop to let his dad answer before saying, “I think you’d be a mushroom. ‘Cause you're a fun guy!”

Ryan shakes his head, but Eddie can’t help but let out a snort of laughter. “That’s what they’re teaching you in public school these days, huh?” he asks his son. “Anything in particular you think you want to get at the video store?”

“I dunno,” Luke says with a shrug. “Oh! Can we rent Attack of the Clones?”

“I don’t think that one’s available yet, bud,” Eddie says. “Anything else? Ryan?”

“Shrek?” Ryan offers, though it sounds more like a question.

“That’s a good one,” Luke says. “In the morning, I’m making waffles!” Luke’s Eddie Murphy impression leaves something to be desired, but it makes Eddie smile.

Corralling the kids inside Family Video, they instantly take off in different directions and Eddie has to decide which one needs more supervision. Luke. He follows after his youngest son, watching as he scans the VHS and DVD covers that he passes.

“Spiderman?” Luke asks, picking up the DVD case.

Eddie wrinkles up his nose and shakes his head. “Nah, not tonight.” Luke sets it back and continues down the aisle. Ryan comes over, holding a DVD in his hand. “Whatcha got, pal?”

“The Master of Disguise,” Ryan announces proudly, holding the cover up for his dad to see.

“Dana Carvey, huh? Well, isn't that special?” When Ryan looks at his father like he has three heads, Eddie sighs. “Shit, I’m getting old. Yeah, that one looks great. Luke? Find anything?”

“The Wild Thornberrys!” Luke gasps, snatching up the orange VHS tape. “This one!”

“That’s with the talking monkey and the babbling kid?” Eddie asks.

“Darwin. He’s the monkey, Dad. And the boy is Donny,” Luke informs him.

“Right, sorry,” Eddie says, though he knows he’s not going to remember it. “We ready to go?”

The Munson men arrive home just as the pizza delivery van pulls up. Eddie quickly hands him some crumpled bills from his wallet, determined to get his hands on the biggest slice before one of the kids does.

You and Eddie can barely contain your excitement, exchanging giggling glances as the boys obliviously eat dinner.

“So, Kyle bet me that I couldn’t climb to the top of the swingset and jump off,” Luke is saying, “and I was like, ‘duh, of course I can!’ But then our teacher caught me before I could get all the way up and I had to sit out for the rest of recess.”

Eddie rests his head in his hands. “Y’know, Wayne warned me that karma would come back to bite me for all the stress I put him through,” he mutters, but there’s a smile on his face. “When I asked, ‘what happened in school today?’, I was thinking more along the lines of tests and homework, not scaling the playground equipment like a spider monkey.”

“And just think; in about five months, there’ll be a new little Munson to test your patience,” you tease, clearing the empty plates from the table. “Are you guys ready for dessert?”

Ryan nods, wincing when Luke cheers directly into his ear. “You’re so loud,” he complains, shoving his brother away from him.

“It’s good practice for when the new baby comes,” Eddie jokes. “Seriously, though, Luke—take it down a notch.”

“At least the new baby will have an excuse,” Ryan points out. “Luke just can’t shut up.”

“Hey!”

“Fair point, but don’t tell your brother to shut up,” Eddie says, watching as you bring out a tray of pink-frosted cupcakes. His leg bounces with anticipation.

The boys dig in hungrily, with Luke not even bothering to peel off the wrapper until his dad reminds him. They’re too focused on the dessert to notice that you and Eddie are anxiously awaiting their reactions.

“So,” Eddie says slyly, “why do you think the cupcakes have pink frosting?”

Luke jumps out of his seat to answer. “You’re a vampire and you put blood in it!”

“Okay, seriously? What are they teaching you in school?” Eddie muses incredulously.

You break into the conversation in an attempt to steer it in the right direction. “Where did we say we were going today?” you try, watching as they wrack their brains.

“To the doctor to see…” Ryan starts, eyes widening as he makes the connection. “IT’S A GIRL?!”

“We’re getting a sister! We’re getting a sister!” Luke singsongs, dancing around the table. “Now I won’t have to share with her.”

“It’s a girl,” Eddie confirms. “But you’ve still got to share, bud.”

Ryan slips out of his chair and starts to jump up and down, the most infectious grin spread across his face. “A baby girl! A little sister! Gah!” His little body looks unable to contain all of his emotions as he hops around.

You chuckle, eyes misting over slightly. Eddie reaches for your hand and laces his fingers with yours. Luke grabs his cupcake and goes to continue his dancing with it, until Eddie stops him.

“Butt in the seat if the cupcake is gonna be in your hand,” he tells his son.

“Is there a picture?” Ryan asks as he takes his as well, wanting to partake in the dessert. “Of the baby?”

“There is,” you tell him. “But let’s wait until we’re done eating and our hands are clean before we get it out.”

“Do you have a name yet?” Luke asks, face somehow already smeared pink.

“Daddy and I have been talking over some names for a few weeks, but we haven’t decided yet,” you say.

“How about Matilda?” Luke asks, making you giggle.

“Luke, do you think she’s going to be a little witch?” you ask.

“Could be,” he answers with a shrug.

“I’m veto-ing Matilda,” Eddie says. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Is that so?” you challenge.

“The only reason you’d want it now is because I said no,” Eddie says, wrinkling up his nose and sticking his tongue out at you.

“I like Rachel,” Ryan says. “It’s a pretty name.”

“It is pretty,” you agree. “But how about we finish these cupcakes so we can go watch a movie?”

“Madeline?” Luke suggests.

“Eat your pink dessert, you rugrat,” Eddie tells him.

As Eddie stands up to begin collecting dirty plates, you go and grab the sonogram picture out of your purse. You sit back down at the table, and a boy stands on each side of you as you show them the image.

“What am I supposed to see?” Luke asks.

“See that little white spot right here?” you ask, pointing with your pinky finger.

“Uh huh,” Luke says.

“That’s the baby.”

“Looks like a peanut,” Ryan says, making you laugh.

“I guess it kind of does, doesn’t it?”

“Cutest peanut I ever saw!” Luke announces.

Eddie cleans off the table, throwing away any garbage, and wrapping up the remaining cupcakes to be eaten at a later time. He shooed you out of the kitchen, insisting you go sit on the couch and make the boys entertain you until he returns. Honestly, he’s just curious as to what you’d ask of them in terms of amusement. When he walks into the living room, Luke is sitting on the ground, shuffling between the few movies he’d rented at Family Video with them today. You’re sitting down, Ryan tucked up between you and the arm of the couch. Your bump has just started becoming noticeable through your clothes, and Eddie took every opportunity that he could to stare at it. Seeing the reminder that you’re carrying his baby made him so giddy.

Luke seems to have settled on a movie, so Eddie crosses the room and takes a seat next to you. He immediately lifts his arm and you snuggle up against his side. Your husband’s soft lips press against your temple, and you let your eyes slip closed with an easy smile on your mouth.

“What’re we watching?” Ryan asks.

“The Wild Thornberrys movie,” he replies. Once the movie is in, Luke grabs the remote and settles down on the other side of his dad. He presses play on the remote and tugs the blanket that’s resting on the top of the couch into his lap. You feel a weight pressed on your side, and look down to see Ryan leaning against you, cuddling in to get comfy.

“What about Ariel?” Luke asks as he fast forwards through the previews.

“What?” you ask.

“For the baby,” Luke says. “What about Ariel?”

“First a witch, now a mermaid,” Ryan mumbles from the other side of you.

“There’s plenty of time to talk about names, Luke,” Eddie tells him. “Let’s just watch the movie.” Secretly, he’s pleased that they’re both so happy to have a sister.

A warm, cozy feeling floods your body when he instinctively rests his ringed hand on your bump. You’re so relaxed and surrounded by so much love—and completely exhausted from being pregnant—that you start to fall asleep twenty minutes in.

Your eyes are fluttering shut when you feel it: a tiny kick in your lower abdomen. Both you and your husband sit up straight, suddenly wide awake.

“Was that—” he starts at the same time you say, “Did she—”

“What happened?” Ryan asks, drawing his attention from the Thornberry family’s chaos.

Eddie smiles, rubbing the spot where he felt the baby. “I think your little sister is trying to show off her karate moves.”

Luke wrinkles his nose. “How did she learn karate?”

“He means that she kicked me,” you explain with a giggle. Eddie just tucks his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into you.

“Does it hurt?” Concern is written all over Ryan’s face as he scoots over a little, now unsure of his proximity to you.

“Not really; kinda feels like a little flick from the inside,” you say. “But she still hasn’t fully developed her feet yet. I’m sure I’ll really feel it then.” You watch as he nervously plays with his fingers. “Do you wanna see if she’ll kick for you?”

Ryan hesitates at first, glancing at his dad.

“It’s okay, bud,” Eddie tells him. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Totally up to you.”

“No, I wanna see. As long as you promise it doesn’t hurt,” Ryan says, turning to you.

You hold up your pinky and he does the same so you can pinky-swear on it. He gingerly puts his palm near your belly button, frowning when nothing happens.

“Maybe she’s sleeping,” he muses.

“Try this,” Luke says, bounding over to you and leaning in close to your stomach. “Hi-yah!” He punctuates the sound with something resembling martial arts, making everyone laugh.

And then you feel another kick.

“Hey,” you say with a chuckle. “That worked, Luke.” The little boy gives you a triumphant smile.

“I didn’t feel it,” Ryan says, a frown pinching his features.

“It was a little more this way,” you say, sliding Ryan’s hand closer to the spot where movement is occurring. “Why don’t you try talking to her, too?”

“Can she hear me?” Ryan asks, looking up at you.

“Last time I saw the doctor she told me that the baby can hear my heartbeat. That must mean her little ears are growing. Go ahead, give it a try,” you encourage.

Ryan nods and lowers his head to be closer to your belly. “Um, hi. I hope you can hear me.”

“She doesn’t speak English yet,” Luke says. Eddie reaches out and tugs his younger son into his lap.

“She can tell by the sound of your voice,” Eddie says. “So hush.”

“I’m your big brother,” Ryan continues. “Well, the older one. I can’t believe you’re my baby sister in there.”

You turn your head to share a look with Eddie. Though you’re both feeling the same warm, loving feelings about this tender moment, Eddie’s reaction is a beaming smile, while your hormones are making you react with tears. Your husband reaches up and gently wipes your tears away. There’s another kick, and this one makes you giggle. Ryan’s face lights up in delight. He stares at your bump, then up at your face.

“I felt it! She likes me!”

“Sweetheart, she loves you,” you tell him, moving some hair off his forehead. “You’re her big brother.”

“Hi, baby,” Luke says, leaning down in Eddie’s lap to talk on a more even level with your belly button. “I’m Luke, your other brother.” He pauses and looks up at you. “Can I feel?”

“Of course,” you say, and guide one of his small hands right next to Ryan’s. “Go ahead, keep talking to her.”

“I know you’re a girl, but maybe you’ll like my Hot Wheels, too.”

“Thought you weren’t going to share with her?” Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow.

“This is between me and my sister,” Luke says, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. “If Dad’s too old, I can teach you lots of fun stuff. Like sports and bikes and different games.”

“How old does this kid think I am?” Eddie mumbles to you. You press a kiss to his cheek just as the little lady decides to make her presence known yet again.

“I felt it! I felt her kick!” Luke grins, his little hand rubbing over the spot on your tummy where he felt it. “That’s so cool! I think she’s gonna be a soccer player.”

“You ready to be a soccer mom?” Eddie teases, and you flick his nose. You’d be giving him a much different gesture with your finger if the boys weren’t around. “Gonna trade in your sedan for a minivan?”

After the excitement of the baby’s movements has calmed down, everyone settles back into their spots on the couch to watch the movie. Ryan shifts a bit before speaking up.

“How about Eliza?”

“Hm?” you ask, running your fingers through his hair.

“For the baby’s name. Like Eliza Thornberry,” he elaborates, a sweet smile on his face. “She’s good with animals and nice to people. And it’ll remind us of the first time we felt her kick.”

You and Eddie exchange amused glances. “I actually kinda like it,” he says with a shrug. “Let me try it out: Eliza Munson, did you finish your homework?” he bellows in a deep, dramatic voice before grinning widely. “Yup, that works.”

“I think it’s definitely a contender,” you tell Ryan.

“Or,” Luke pipes up, raising his eyebrows. “We could name her Donnie.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a no,” Eddie laughs, ruffling Luke’s curls when the boy starts to pout. “But you can help brainstorm a middle name.”

That seems to placate him long enough to finish the movie. Everyone is yawning by the time the credits roll; you can barely find the energy to stand up and brush your teeth.

You’re getting into bed when Eddie walks in the room. He’s wearing a thin white undershirt and flannel pajama pants that sit low on his hips. If you weren’t about to pass out, you’d rip them off of him.

“So, the boys seemed happy to have a sister,” he says, twisting the rings from his fingers and placing them on his nightstand.

You nod. “I was worried that they’d be upset about having another girl in the house.”

“Nah,” Eddie shakes his head, sliding in next to you. “They already have a brother. Now, if the next Baby Munson is another girl, we might have a problem.”

“The next Baby Munson?” you echo incredulously. “Can I just get through labor with this one first before we talk about another?”

“Aye aye, captain.” Eddie kisses your forehead and pulls you in towards him, automatically assuming the big spoon position. “Good night, Mama Munson.” His hand travels to the swell of your belly as he adds, “and good night, Eliza.”

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munsonify · 8 months

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〔 bondage 〕

〔 summary. eddie practices his knots on your body - making y/n even more beautiful and fuckable 〕

〔 pronouns used. she/her 〕

〔 warning/s. smut 18+. dom!eddie x sub!reader, bondage, oral (female receiving) vaginal penetration, praising, orgasms (female and male receiving), unprotected sex. 〕

〔 word count. 1363 〕

〔 a/n: please practice safe bondage techniques with your partner!! get the proper ropes and learn the proper techniques before actually engaging in bondage!! your safety is key 〕

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Sometime in Eddie’s youth, after his uncle had gotten custody of him, Wayne had decided that Boy Scouts was something he should be a part of. He wasn’t the most sociable boy, and his uncle wanted to help in any way he could. If, by helping, that meant putting him into uncomfortable social situations, Wayne had decided it was for the best. And - despite Eddie’s complaints - he’d actually enjoyed his time in Boy Scouts. He’d continued until the sixth grade, his fresh buzz cut what drove him away from it. It wasn’t quite his style anymore.

Even though his social skills were still lacking, Eddie picked up a few different skills during his 5 years in Boy Scouts.

He worked well with string, which helped him anytime his guitar strings had snapped while playing. He would restring his guitar when he needed to, along with his fellow band members guitars. Eddie had considered that as a side hustle; a person who was able to restring a guitar, however, wasn’t something most people needed to utilize.

Eddie also knew how to start a proper controlled fire. He was unsure when this skill would ever come in handy, a fire not something he’d ever need to build. However, while at a few bonfires he’d decided to deal at, he couldn’t stand back and watch a bunch of drunken teenagers trying to start a fire.

What fascinates Eddie the most, though, was tying knots. Even from the beginning, he was one of the bests at it. He picked up on the different knots quickly, and would even find new ways to tie them while other boys struggled with the old ones.

That’s partly how he found himself the situation he was in now.

The conversation was brought up out of curiosity, Y/N catching a glimpse of Eddie’s hands fiddling with a rope he’d gotten off of a broken tree swing beside a trailer. He was tying different types of knots in the rope, each one loose enough for him to unravel afterwards and try another. Her eyes had scanned his rings, before moving up the length of his thin fingers, suddenly becoming warm in the face as she glances away.

“Where’d ya learn to do that?” Y/N’s words slipped out to Eddie in a half whisper, as if embarrassed to have even noticed what he’d been doing for the past 15 minutes. The trailer was small, sure, but they’d been doing their own thing - Eddie with his rope, and Y/N with her book.

“Boy Scouts,” Eddie responded, nonchalantly. He didn’t even look up from his rope. “Only did it for a few years, decided it wasn’t metal enough for me and quit.”

“That explains the god awful haircut you had,” Y/N teased, giving herself a satisfied smile. Her book was long forgotten about in the coffee table. She leaned back on the armrest of the couch so that she had a better look at Eddie, who was sitting on the other side.

“Boy Scouts was more of a cult than Hellfire will ever be. Those were dark days, sweetheart,” Eddie let out in amusement. He glanced over at her, watching the gaze of her eyes land on his hand, which were still lacing through the rope. His amusement only grew.

“Oh,” he breathed out, unraveling the rope all together. Y/N’s eyes gently brought up to his, knowing she’d been busted. Her face went from warm to hot quickly, reaching down to her neck.

Gently, Eddie got up, grabbing Y/N by the arm to drag her to her feet. She curiously followed him to his room, heart racing the closer they got. He tossed the rope to the bed while she shut the door, feeling her back press firmly against it by Eddie’s doing.

His slightly chapped lips were pressed against hers in an instant, a heated kiss quickly forming while curious hands roam. One of Y/N’s hands found it’s way to the base of Eddie’s neck, her fingers sweeping underneath his hair to lace into his curls, nails grazing his scalp gently. The other was left to rest on his shoulder, steadying herself from her already weakened knees.

Nothing was ever slow with Eddie - his hands were already underneath Y/N’s shirt, searching for the clasp of her bra that was quickly undone by him. His fingers were warm against her back, sending chills down her spine at each contact. Contrary to his rough kisses, his hands touched her gently, careful not to pinch her skin accidentally.

Eddie gently began to work on the rest of Y/N’s clothes. He started with her shirt, releasing the kiss to make sure he gets a good look at her tits spring free from her top. Her shorts and panties came off with one swift swoop.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” Eddie whispered, his hands on Y/N’s hips as he shamelessly stared. “So I know I’m not reading this all wrong.”

She could barely speak. The way Eddie was staring at her was intoxicating - the thought of what he was about to do to her even worse.

“Please,” Y/N choked out. “Want you to tie me up.”

With that, Eddie dragged Y/N to the bed, spreading her out perfectly for him. He started off with her arms, tying her hands to the metal bed frame that squeaks with every movement. He made sure the knots were firm but comfortable, before moving to her legs. He virtually did the same thing, her ankles tying to his squeaky metal bed frame.

Stepping back for a moment, Eddie took in way he’d done to her, sucking in a breath as his jeans pinch his boner uncomfortably. Collecting himself for a second, he grabbed an extra pillow he had and slid it under her ass, raising her up a little better for him.

Eddie eagerly stared at Y/N’s aching cunt. He slipped his shirt off quickly, barely getting his belt off before he became frustrated. The moment his jeans were off, he was slid between her legs in a heartbeat, eye level with her cunt. Hungrily, his tongue slid up her folds with ease, splitting them to reveal her hole. He watched as it clenched and pulsated in response to his tongue, letting out a moan of desperation, before delving into her heat.

Y/N’s fuzzy mind had trouble keeping up properly. With every inch of her warm cunt being explored, she became more aware of her surroundings, whining and gasping for air. Eddie knew exactly how to unravel her completely. Normally, her hands would be tangled into the mess of his hair. Now, she could only tug and claw at the ropes around her wrists.

Something inside of Y/N’s chest erupted in that moment - being at Eddie’s disposal was exactly what she’d been looking for. And, with the look in his eyes, she could tell he felt the same.

It wasn’t long until she came on his face. It was messy, and normally that’s worry Y/N. Today, however, that was the last thing on her mind. Eddie, who’d finally taken off his boxers, didn’t waste any unneeded time to line his cock up with her hole.

“Eddie-“ Y/N gasped out, wiggling around desperately in the ropes. “A condom!”

Eddie only shook his head. “Need to be inside of you. For real this time.”

His heavy cock slid its way into Y/N’s pussy, splitting her into two without a care in the world. He relished in the feeling of being inside of her without a condom, knowing it wouldn’t take long for him to release. It’s not like it was much of his fault, anyways - it was Y/N’s fault for looking so gorgeous all tied up and helpless!

Eddie slowly began to roll his hips at a steady pace, reaching down to rub small circles against her slightly swollen clit. The thick head of his cock prodded deep inside of Y/N’s pussy as he got a feel of a proper rhythm. With every few thrusts, she could feel his tip catch against the spongy spot of her pussy, causing a groan every time.

His thrusts became more sporadic and messy as he continued on, his pace become sloppy and fast. With nothing to brace, Y/N’s hands continued to grasp at the ropes in desperation.

“Gonna cum inside of your pussy baby,” Eddie whispered out, groans of pleasure ripping through his throat. “Gonna show you how much I like you tied up like this. Fuckin beautiful.”

It only took a few more short and fast thrusts before he came inside of her pussy for the first time. With the feeling of his cum painting her walls and his thumb still rubbing her clit, Y/N came again, her back arching uncomfortably.

“Perfect girl, so glad you let me do this.”

#munsonify #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader

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possibilistfanfiction · 4 months

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Surgeons au: "please take a break"

[idk where this started & idk where this went but boy is it soft lol]

beatrice is exhausted.

you get home — to her house, but you have a key and most of your things have migrated over steadily: a drawer for your underwear; your favorite coffee roast in the cabinet; your spare cane in the corner of the bedroom; the garden you’d planted and tended in the back yard in full bloom now — and see her slumped over, her head in her hands, sitting on a stool at the kitchen island. it’s been like this for days, since she lost a patient from a routine surgery that went badly and then went worse than badly. it wasn’t her fault, not at all, but beatrice, you’ve found, despite her reticence and calm, is a person who feels everything deeply. for all of your differences, you think this is maybe the similarity that makes the most sense to you, the one that lets you navigate what she needs when things are too big and too near and impossibly sad.

she lifts her head, a blush rising to her cheeks, when you come in from the garage. ‘oh,’ she says, like she lost track of time; she probably did.

‘hello to you too.’

she smiles apologetically. ‘hello, darling.’

you toss your tote on the couch; on a normal day, when things aren’t so heavy, this would make her sigh in fond exasperation, but now she just waits, still, for you to slip your shoes off and pad over to her.

‘i’m all sweaty,’ she says, holding up a hand before you can hug her. you glance down and see that she’s still in a pair of her climbing pants and an old hoodie, her hands still slightly dusty with chalk.

‘you went to the gym?’

she nods, and you spare her the lecture of why it’s a bad idea to go bouldering after a marathon shift, especially when she hasn’t been sleeping even on her days off.

‘i just needed something else to think about, to — to feel with my hands.’

you’re, like, the most mature person in the world now, basically, because you read the room and refrain from making one of many of the dirty jokes that immediately pop into your head. it’s too easy anyway. ‘are you feeling better?’

she sighs, slumps even further onto the stool. ‘i’m feeling tired.’

‘yeah, i bet you are.’ you don’t care about her being sweaty, don’t care about any of it, really, but how to possibly comfort her. you rub your hand along her back, her perfect, strong spine, her exacting, taut muscles, the grief wedged between them all.

‘i have to read dr. adebeyo’s new research article, and review for my septal myectomy on thursday, and —‘

‘you’re not at work right now, babe.’

‘i can’t think of anything else.’

you don’t often ask things of her, mostly because she offers so much so readily but also because asking is still hard for you, impossible some days. but you’re working on it and, besides, this is for her: ‘please, please take a break.’ what happened wasn’t your fault, you want to say, but it would be too much and you get the feeling that she still isn’t quite ready to hear it yet.

she leans into your side then, a little awkward but bone-weary and still, you can tell, in love. it’s scared you for so long, what it’s like to be adored by someone, to be valued and admired; it’s the most terrifying thing you’ve ever felt in your life, worse than your accident and the scars along your back and the hollow of your throat and all the surgeries to follow, worse than the horribly hopeful future spread out in front of you when you got accepted to work with jillian, worse than when you matched with your dream program. beatrice simply is — in love with you, loving you — and, finally, finally, you’re starting to trust it.

‘you need a haircut,’ you say after a while — beatrice usually buzzes her hair every week, neatly and like clockwork, because ‘it’s easy, and, so i’ve been told at least, that it looks good,’ she’d told you, to which you’d rolled your eyes but had no argument against — and she snorts a laugh from where she’s pressed her face into your arm. it’s amused and exhausted, all at once. ‘i can do it, if you’d like.’

she waits for a moment, considers it. there’s the intimacy you’re familiar with: how warm her center is with your fingers curling inside, the way her mouth feels when you’re about to come. the way your body was able to feel during sex was the wildest, most heartbreaking discovery for you at first, but you settled into it with joy after a while. after chanel had very seriously given you a lecture your second week of college on how to be safe, it was fun and light and never so serious. with beatrice, it’s easy intimacy: you know that kissing her pulse point makes her arch her back and beg, that you know how to be kind, even when rough, every single time.

the intimacies of life, though, are where you sometimes both get stuck, the smallest parts of you that had hurt the most, that had had to heal so slowly, that you hold so tight to your chest. you hate playing all your cards, and you’re certain she does too: to be cared for can feel suffocating, in the wrong circumstances. to be cared for, though, you’ve discovered a few weeks ago when she brought you a heating pad and picked up the new pain medication your neurologist wanted you to try, in the right hands, in beatrice’s hands, is a miracle.

beatrice looks up at you, the question clear: you would do that for me?

you smile softly, lean down to kiss her like things are easy, like things are good. in so many ways, in the ways that sit in the marrow of your bones, they are.

she smiles back, finally, eyes brightening, unfurling after days trying to hide in the dark. ‘you think you can manage it?’

you nod. ‘you can trust me.’ it comes out so sincere, despite the fact that you add in a wink to try to dissipate it.

she straightens up, then, and squeezes your hand. ‘thank you, ava.’

you tell her, ‘of course,’ because, of course.

‘you know,’ she says a few minutes later, sitting on a kitchen chair in the big primary bathroom, her shirt discarded in the hamper in your room, ‘i’ve never let anyone do this for me before.’

‘really?’

‘yes.’ she’s quiet for a moment, the buzz from her clippers, with the guard she’d precisely put on, the only noise as you run them along her scalp. ‘well, it’s fairly simple, for one.’

you hum. ‘and for two?’

she rolls her eyes, shrugs, blushes. you love her. ‘i didn’t…’ she pauses, tries again, ‘it’s close.’

‘yeah.’

she meets your eyes in the mirror, quiet. you know from what she’s told you about her past, when she was younger, when she knew who she was but was made to feel scared and so ashamed : the tears and the heartache and how much she thought her life wasn’t worth anything, the heaviness that sits around her like a soft cloak sometimes, even still. but, right now, you see her, and you care for her, exactly as she is. it’s different than anything you’ve ever had before, more than you could’ve convinced yourself to want: she’s going to stay. she wants to stay.

a smile grows on her face and it’s like the whole world lightens. ‘lilith thought i was having a breakdown, the first time.’

you laugh, go over the spiraling, small cowlick a few more times so it’s all even. ‘was she maybe a little bit right?’

she hums. ‘a little, perhaps. but i’d been curious for a long time, and i knew — it would feel right. i knew it.’

you resist the urge to kiss the top of her head, one of your favorite activities, only just avoiding it when you brush all the little hairs from her bare shoulders and some of them stick to your hand. ‘well, it suits you. i mean, i think anything would suit you, probably, but i get it.’

her smile softens, just for you. ‘plus, my mother almost fainted the first time i went home for the holidays. worth its weight in gold, honestly, for both me and lil.’

it’s rare beatrice mentions her parents, especially in a way that encourages a little laugh to bubble out of her chest. you grin. ‘i would’ve paid to see that.’

she fiddles with her watch band, one of her only nervous tells, and then sighs. ‘well, they’re visiting in a few weeks, after my boards.’

you take the guard off and tilt her head forward slightly so you can clean up her neckline. it gives her time to take a deep breath, and for you to calm your nerves. ‘oh. how do you feel about that?’

‘i mean, well, it’s fine. i suppose this is the sort of things parents would be proud of.’

‘any sane parent would be, like, bursting at the seams proud of you. i need you to know that.’

‘i —‘ she pauses, puzzles through it. ‘i do, for the most part. when they’re a continent away, it’s different. easier.’

‘for sure.’ you walk around in front of her and brush hair off of her forehead, the tip of her nose which she scrunches up. you’d told a patient the other day, scared and hurting, that dr. choi was the best, and, in all the ways that matter — her steady hands and kind hugs and the stretch of freckles across her cheeks — you had meant it.

‘do you — would you like to meet them?’

you’d like to fucking punch them, but — ‘do you want me to meet them?’

‘yes,’ she says, certain and stoic. ‘you’re my partner, and we live together, and i’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.’

there’s such tenderness, such assuredness, the rain calming and her strong shoulders and the smile you feel on your face. it’s quiet, now, the clippers turned off and sitting on the counter. ‘we live together?’

‘that’s what you got from that?’

you shrug.

she takes your hand, laces your fingers together. ‘your lease is up next month, right?’

‘yeah.’

‘i can’t remember the last time you didn’t spend the night here, and i certainly can’t remember the last time i didn’t want you to.’

‘you’re full of big declarations today.’ it’s ineffective, because your laugh comes out as mostly a snot-filled snuffle when tears press at your eyes. you’ve never, really, had a home before.

beatrice just squeezes your hand.

‘you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with me?’

‘ah, there we go.’

‘you do know that i’m, like, a whole lot.’

‘yes,’ she says. ‘and i love you.’

just like that. just like that, and it’s so easy. ‘i love you too.’ you wipe under your eyes, grimace for a moment when stray hairs get stuck on your cheeks, but you let out a big breath. ‘i can’t promise i won’t at least tell your parents off.’

‘if they say anything that warrants that, i’m fine with you causing a scene if you’d like. shannon loves to, so she’ll have fun.’

‘i think that might be too much of an opening for me, honestly. i’ve been waiting to yell at them since like, two hours after i met you.’

‘there’s no way you knew after two hours on my service.’

‘i could sense the, like, childhood trauma, gentle, brooding, gay vibes. i’m talented that way.’

she rolls her eyes but she’s clearly so fond of you, still holding your hand. ‘well, shall i shower, and then we can order in? catch up on the traitors, maybe?’

‘god, that is my love language. for real, bea.’

‘would you like to shower with me?’

‘okay, i take it back. that is my love language.’

she laughs, and stands, and you clean up and get in the shower and kiss her. you don’t do anything more, not tonight, not when things are still the raw end of a live nerve wire, hurt dissipating near the surface. you cuddle on the couch and steal bites of her biryani and she falls asleep, warm and soft, her head resting on your chest while you scratch her scalp. you live her, for real, you think, as you pause the episode before the roundtable because she hates missing it even if she pretends to not care — asking for a full recap the next day — and then rouse her as gently as you can and lead her by the hand to bed, to rest.

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #butch bea 🥺🫡#surgeons au #idk! the INTIMACY! mary oliver was right!#the girls who get it get it (gender expansive)

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wxnheart · 1 year

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I love your writing! And I especially love how you write the CoD boys 😫❤️ can I please request a scenario or headcanons (whatever you’re ok with!) for how Ghost, Soap, and König would react to their f!s/o one day cutting her long hair and getting like a short pixie cut?

I recently cut mine and even though I love it, I get a little self conscious haha so this may be a self indulgent request 😭 thank you and keep being wonderful!!

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? - 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

note: aw, I love this for you, anon! It was a gradual process for me, too, before I went natural. I went from shoulder-length hair to a pixie cut to a mohawk to a big chop. I'm 1,000% sure that you look amazing with your pixie cut!

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

Oh. Holy shit, you actually went through with it. Simon is speechless.

You'd always talked about it but he didn't think you were serious about it, really.

But in hindsight, he should've known. The signs were there. You sent him a series of pictures with different pixie cuts, asked for his opinion, and so he gave it.

But now? Seeing you in the flesh with your new hairstyle? Holy shit, baby. You look beautiful.

Simply put, Simon loves it. Makes you look more badass. Also really emphasizes that radiant smile of yours, too.

𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠

Schatz, is that... is that you?

König is surprised. Well, surprised is an understatement but we'll use it for the time being.

You really cut your hair. He so loved to run his fingers over it. It helped soothe him whenever he was feeling anxious.

Change is something that he's never adapted to readily and while he'll miss your beautiful tresses, he can't take his eyes off you. He's staring more than he usually does.

König notices features that he's never really paid attention to before and he likes them. He likes them a lot. Oh, Schatz... he's falling in love all over again.

𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩

Johnny's the quintessential kid in a candy store, he's so fucking excited.

Fuck yes, you did it! He knew you could rock a pixie cut! Always knew you could, you just needed to see for yourself!

Has the most overwhelming response to seeing your new 'do. Calls you beautiful right off the bat.

Of course, you've always been beautiful and he loves how your haircut brings attention to your eyes, undoubtedly one of the things about you he loves the most.

And hell yeah, you'll be a badass-looking couple! Soap's that proud partner who's beaming (when isn't he?) like fuck in your presence and will absolutely show Ghost a picture of your new haircut. ("She's fucking beautiful, yeah?" "Never said she wasn't, Johnny." "Yeah, but you never said she was, Lt." "...Oh, fucking hell.")

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #könig #konig #f!reader #simon riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #task force 141 #just 141 things.#just kingly things.#congrats on the new haircut anon! ❤️

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ornii · 1 year

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My Better Bitter Half

Wednesday Addams X Twin Brother Reader x Enid Sinclair

Summary: Wednesday has been transferred to Nevermore, luckily Someone there already knows much about her, her twin brother. While you two may be twins you couldn’t be any more alike, after hearing your Sister is coming to Nevermore, you get much more than you bargained for.

Note: hi, this is Ornii, so for my own Canon I decided to Name Wednesdays twin “Vlad”, based off of Vlad the imapiler, who then inspired Dracula. Who’s full name is Vlad Dracul. Anyway into the story,

“Yes Mother I understand..” (Y/n) says calmly as he dresses himself. Standing before a long mirror inside his dorm room. Nevermore was his Home for the past year due to his, oddly charming and dark abilities, as he stands and oozes at his own charm he hears the voice of his mother from a crystal ball.

“Good my little Hell hound, I understand that it will be a bit different with your sister there. Please try and help her adjust to it. You know how, ferocious, she can be. Be patient with her.”

“Unfortunately I was not blessed with the patience you have. But I will, try.” You say, you hear a pleased him from mother and she ends the communication. As you exited your room for the first time today you immediately head to the entrance of Nevermore. Walking past students who give you glares or winks your train of thought you as quickly halted by a voice calling your name. You halt and turn to Enid approaching and slipping over, like an obedient pet.

“Good Moorning!~” she says in a very sing-song voice, you give her a smile on response.

“Good morning to you as Well Miss Sinclair, I suppose you have some gossip to share?”

“Well I’m not all gossip.”

“I doubt that—“

“But, I did get something so cool! A roomie!” She says, (Y/n)’s already slightly pale skin lost a bit more color. If his estimation was correct, his Bubbly, loving best friend is going to room with his literal Nightmare of a sister.

“Poor child.” You say.

“What?” She asks, confused.

“Nothing!” You say smirking, “I hope you enjoy yourself.” You say before leaving, as you enter the main driveway to Nevermore a long black vehicle pulls up and he watches with a devious smirk. The vehicles front door opens up and Lurch steps out. If Frankenstein wasn’t some Myth, that’d be Lurch. Tall, dead looking with a flat head. He Leers over and walks to the back, he opens the door and two step out, Mother and Father. Their gaze goes from the beautiful Nevermore to their Devilish son.

“There is my Hell hound.” Morticia says to (Y/n) who gladly accepts the hug from his mother.

“How does Nevermore fare against our Devil?” Gomez asks and (Y/n) just grins.

“It Never had a Chance, i learn from the best.” He says to them both, he looks past them.

“Is She here?” He asks, Lurch drags her belongings along and she steps out, a almost perfect copy of you, just much more feminine. Long black pigtails compared to your short black Quiff haircut. Wednesday never smiles but your devilish Grin could never leave your face sometimes. You walk over to her, and you both stop close to each other, you notice that you’re a few inches taller, as she has to “Look up” to you.

“Brother.” She Said with that cold attitude, you smirk at this.

“Hello To you too, Dear Sister.” You say, planting your hand on her shoulder. You feel her cold stare of disapproval.

“You know how I feel about contact.”

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it, you despise it.” You say with a laugh, You relent and hug her. You feel her tense up.

“You have three seconds before you lose your arms.” She says and you again let go.

“That’s the sharp tongue I know so well.” You say and motion for her to follow him.

“So, seems Mother and Father have finally shipped you off. What did you do this time?”

“A group of Mouth breathers were bullying Pugsley. The only person who gets to torture my brothers—“

“Will always be you.” You reply, and ask. “So, what’s the damage.”

“A boy lost a testicle.” She says, you half in her footsteps and turn to her.

“I tossed Piranhas into a pool, the rest is up to your imagination.” She says, you stare at her for a second and grin.

“So. You failed to get the job done? I would have poured Red-Bellied, they’re the most dangerous.” You say. As much as Wednesday hated most people, you were the one she hates the least. A small smile creeps along her face hearing your praise of her work. The family enter the principals office and begin conversation.

“Wednesday is certainly a unique name. I'm guessing it was the day you were born?” The Principal of the School Weems asks. (Y/n) and Wednesday sat next to each other, with Gomez and Morticia on opposite sides.

“We were born on Friday the 13th.” (Y/n) says, “from what I was told, Sparks were flying, rain was pouring, a beautiful sight. Unfortunately Wednesday was too busy trying to strangle me in the Womb for it to be absolutely perfect.” You say, you can feel her Ice cold glare hit your neck.

“Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, "Wednesday's child is full of woe." Morticia explains, “and (Y/n)’s comes from a famous ruler in history.” Morticia explains.

“You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia. Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?” Weems says.

“And you graduated with your sanity intact impressive.” Wednesday responds coldly, weems was a bit taken aback by her Wit. She ignores this and keeps going.

“You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years.” Weems says.

“They haven't built one strong enough to hold me.” Wednesday said. “I bet this place won't be any different.”

“What our daughter is trying to say is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity.”

“She’s a Modern day Hannibal Lecter. You know without the eating people, isn’t she just lovely?” You say grinning.

“Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday's perfect grades and your family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception.”

“Isn’t that great?” You say smiling.

“Larissa, what about Wednesday's, um... therapy sessions?” Morticia said.

“The court ordered them. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week.”

“Did you hear that, my little storm cloud? You're in excellent hands.” Gomez says, and (Y/n) raises an eyebrow.

“She’s going to eat that therapist alive..” You said,

“I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm. Ophelia Hall.”

“Refresh my memory. Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?” Wednesday said, and Weems might be in over her head.

“Should we go meet your new roommate?” Weems says, and they all leave, a look of worry was actually on You, fearing just what Wednesday might do to Enid. She skips over as the door opens and Enid sees (Y/n) and Wednesday.

“Howdy, roomie!” She says with such a cutesy adorable attitude.,

“Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair.” You say.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.” Enid said worried.

“Wednesday always looks half-dead she was like this for our childhood.” You explain, and Enid looks confused.

“Our childhood?” She asks, you stand next to Wednesday.

“You don’t notice the resemblance?” You say, “Here let me.” You quickly stop smiling and perfectly mimic Wednesdays deadpanned face. They look perfectly identical and she sees the Addams Twins in full force.

“Oh. M. G! You’re his sister! You look so similar! It’s like looking in a mirror! Welcome to Ophelia Hall!” Enid reaches out for a hug and (Y/n) quickly shakes his head no.

“Not a hugger. Got it.” Enid says taking a step back.

“Please excuse My Sister, She's allergic to color.” You explain.

“Oh wow, What happens to you?” Enid asks, fearful of the answer.

“I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones.”

“I used to throw colorful fruit at her.” You say with a smile. Weems interrupts and gives a stern smileS

“(Y/n), Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way.”

Note: I’ve always found the idea of Wednesday’ having a twin more fascinating due to her very antisocial behavior and personality, and I think they play off of each other so well, the insecurities and inferiority complexes these two ooze out is just, awesome. I want to do some incorrect quotes with them if people would enjoy those. The fencing fight would be very interesting as well.

#netflix #male reader #reader insert #wedensday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x male reader #enid Sinclair #Enid Sinclair x Male Reader #brother #siblings

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andjsjfks · 1 year

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Butterfly Clips and Strawberry Hair Ties

David/Angel

Sometimes being alpha of the pack means sitting amongst the pack pups and letting them do horrendous things to your hair. David didn't mind.

AO3

“You having fun?” David glances upwards, his vision mostly distorted by the colourful array of butterfly clips and beads decorating his fringe, courtesy of the trio of pups surrounding him. The pups pay no mind to the newcomer, far too focused on the task at hand. Behind David, sits Paige and Eva, each braiding small sections of hair at the back of his head. Brightly coloured hair ties, decorated with different plastic fruits sitting comfortably on their wrists. In front is Liam, Paige’s younger brother and the artist behind the spectacle that is David’s fringe.

He’s been meaning to get a haircut for weeks now. Every morning spent in the bathroom mirror complaining that the back is looking far too much like a mullet for his liking. His mate, however, disagrees.

Without it how would they ever have walked in on such a lovely sight?

“Not a word, angel” David murmurs, being careful to not disturb Liam from his handiwork. There’s a fondness in his voice that’s been more apparent as of late, a lightness to him that was hard found a year ago.

It wasn’t just his voice that appeared softer. Over the past couple of months, his shoulders had fallen from their spot up against his ears. The proverbial tie around his neck finally loosened up. Everyone could see it. More often than not he could be found engaging in pack jokes, now laughing along with Asher’s outlandish comments rather than instantly shooting them down.

The pups felt it too, the gradual shift in their alphas attitude. It’s not as if he was ever rude to them not at all. The pups knew in their hearts that no matter what, they could go to David for protection or advice. However, his standoff persona did make it difficult for the pups to play around with him the same way they did Milo or Asher. Paired with his intimidating height and gruff voice, he was certainly a difficult person to face.

But that had changed too, evident by the scene playing out in front of Angel. David cross-legged on the games room floor amidst a certainly creative hair makeover.

“Room for another hairdresser?” Ignoring their mate, Angel directs their question to Liam as he clips another small pink butterfly into the alpha's fringe. The frantic nodding from the boy is answer enough, emphasised by his shuffle to the side of David to create room for the alpha mate.

“Don’t you dare” The warning itself is fruitless, with his mate already having moved from their spot against the doorframe to kneel next to Liam, the youngest of the Shaw Pack pups.

“Which colour should I use?” Angel asks, rummaging through the little plastic box of clips owned by Paige. Wordlessly, Liam hunches over the box, picking out a glittery blue clip and handing it over to them. Liam has always been more on the shy side of things, opting to mostly hide behind his sister and her outgoing personality.

“Wonderful pick bud” They smile. Moving their hands over to an unclipped section of David’s hair, they ran their fingers through it for a brief moment before pushing the clip near the top of the stands, pinning back some of the hair clouding his vision.

David turns to Liam, hand resting on the boy’s own head as he ruffles his hair slightly. “What do you think kiddo, they do a good enough job of it?” Liam puts his full attention on the clip in question, moving David’s head about as he pleases to study the placement. With a smile and a nod, the boy turns back to the box of clips, searching for his next decoration.

A huff can be heard from behind David, as the two girls move his head to once again face forward, continuing on with their braids. His eyes meet his mates, where they wait with a smile and a specific look in their eyes.

It’s a gleam that he’d slowly started becoming more accustomed to. One that only ever appeared when he was found interacting with the youngest of the pack. David knows what that look means, he’s experienced it himself, on those few occasions when Angel’s niece and nephew have stayed the night at their place. When he walked into their living room to find the three of them cuddled up, chatting at a pace few can keep up with about the Disney movie playing on the tv.

The first time he felt it, it scared him. David’s always wanted a family, wanted so desperately to give the love he received as a kid to his own. After the accident, his priorities changed, they had to. He was the alpha now. A pack of wolves looked to him, for support, guidance and safety. His duty to his pack overpowered any dream that he might have wanted for himself. After all, he’d already resigned himself to not finding a mate, never mind having children. So he locked away the dream. Burying it deep beneath his newfound responsibilities as the leader of this pack.

Angel came into his life with a shovel and determination.

Within months of being together, they unearthed every thought he’d ever had about being a dad. That’s what terrified him. David had become so resigned to the idea of never having kids, to instead put all the care and protection he would’ve shown a child towards the pack, that when the thoughts of starting a family with his mate appeared he was overwhelmed by them. How could he possibly divide his love between being a father and an alpha?

Gabe made it look so easy.

David thought it impossible.

Until one night. The door to their apartment not long closed on Angel’s sister after picking up her kids from a ‘weekend with the Shaws’. David and his mate worked in silence, refolding blankets, cleaning up plates, and picking up the array of legos scattered across their living room floor. Silence broken only by the remaining few minutes of The Lion King 2 coming from the tv. As Angel collected the last couple of bricks that had rolled slightly beneath the couch, they cleared their throat. Throwing the plastic into a nearby tub, before resting on their knees and turning towards David in the kitchen.

“Do you want kids?”

Time stopped for just a second. Hands stilled around a plate, wet and in danger of slipping from his hold, especially considering the shock the question sent through him. This is it, he thought. The moment to bare all to them. Share every secret and dream about one day becoming a father to his own, how he longs for it all, every aspect. Early morning cartoons, scrapped knees, stabilizers and bedtime stories. How for years of his life he’d been convinced he’d never be able to have any of these things.

He has so much that he wanted to say.

Instead, he just says, “Yes”.

Angel knows. They can see in his knuckles, how they turned white as he gripped the plate, before loosening his hold and letting the blood flow freely. They see it in the widening of his eyes as he stares out the kitchen window, before relaxing his gaze and turning towards them, a glimpse of something so new and unfamiliar swimming within them. A gaze they’d see again, the next time their niece and nephew visit, and fully understand the meaning of it. They see him. They know him.

“Me too”

That’s all David’s mind needed for everything to fall into place. Confirmation from his mate that they too, wanted a family. He’d already achieved something he once thought impossible by finding them, an unempowered human who loved him, wolf and all. How they not only cared for him but held a fierce love and devotion towards his pack too, their pack. It no longer felt like an outlandish idea to have children of their own, in fact, it felt right.

Why couldn’t he be both an alpha and a dad?

He often wonders if this is how his dad felt, after meeting his mom and creating a pack together. If the idea of family changed in his brain once he found the one person he wanted to share it all with.

The two of them never really spoke about it directly again, instead opting to make little comments that hinted towards their future family together. Angel walking past the baby section of a store and holding up little boots, cooing over how cute they would look on their kid. David finding a mini plastic gardening set and immediately putting it in the cart to store in the attic for whenever they might need it. It was nice, knowing that the two of them were on the same page. In no immediate rush to extend their family, but acknowledging that it would happen at some point in their shared future.

A brush to the side of his face brings him back from deep within his head. Fingertips gently tracing from under his ear to the tip of his chin and back again.

“You know, if you think any harder you’re gonna hurt yourself” They laugh.

Any response from David is cut off by the excited sounds of the girls behind him. Eva clambered up onto her feet to run to his front, jumping slightly on the balls of her feet.

“We’re done! Go look go look” Small hands grab onto one of his own, attempting to pull him up off the floor.

“Ok ok let’s see the masterpiece” David waits for Liam to slide off of the knee he’d ended up on, then gets to his feet and walks over to the mirror hanging on the back of the door.

His hair, for lack of a better word, was a mess. Several clips bunched his hair up in ways that he knows will leave a knot for him to brush out. Some of the clips even sliding from their original places and falling down certain strands. The two braids were uneven and lopsided with chunks of hair falling out the sides and the hair ties too loose to be holding them together for much longer. God knows what reaction this will illicit out of Asher and Tank, the two most known for giving him a hard time about almost anything. Not to mention Sam, who quickly found himself comfortable enough within the pack to start teasing anyone, given the chance. But right now, behind him stood three kids, with gleaming smiles on their faces awaiting their alpha’s highly regarded opinion. And so he smiles.

“I love it, you guys did a great job”

The praise sets the two girls off on a whirlwind, explaining their reasoning behind the hair ties they chose and why. Liam stands quietly at their side, a small smile on his face as he admires the clip still held in his hands.

David tries to focus on what they’re saying he really does, but his mate catches his eye once again. Eyes soft with a smile even softer.

Handsome they mouth, a laugh threatening to escape their lips, but holding it back out of respect for the pups’ feelings. He can’t help the roll of his eyes.

One day, this will be their everyday.

One day, they won’t have to wait for pack meetings or solstices. Or weekends spent babysitting.

David couldn’t be more excited.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted fic #go easy on me this is my first time ever writing a fic #i just couldnt get the idea out of my head #my baby fever has been in full swing recently #i had so much fun writing though #i wanna do more

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Illegal

Damian Wayne x Batmom

All she has ever asked for was that they stayed little forever

Warnings: reader is described to be significantly shorter than Bruce, growing up, vague mentions of puberty, implied smut

A/N: This was based on an incorrect quote I saw a while ago but can't find again, if you find it, please let me know so I can credit the author!

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something was different about her youngest. It wasn’t his hair, he had gotten a haircut only last week. It wasn’t his clothes or his expression. But there was something fundamentally wrong with her baby bird and it was annoying the hell out of her.

“Ummi?” He glanced at her with his head tilted as his mother’s eyebrows scrunched up even more, the frustration on her face becoming apparent. She was practically glaring at him at this point, her fingers tightening around the ‘World’s Okayest Dad’ mug that was still full of her morning coffee.

Damian squirmed under her gaze. Suddenly everything he had ever done wrong flashed through his mind. Including the most recent incident of him sneaking out on a school night so he could prank Jason. She hadn’t said a word to him all morning, only freezing in place as he entered the kitchen, her body going stiff as she observed him.

She placed her mug down on the counter in between them, leaning forward on her elbows to get a better look at the Robin. Her eyes went wide and quickly filled with tears, shocking her boy, who slipped from his seat and embraced her, making her sob even harder.

He awkwardly rubbed her back, looking pleading up at his father who entered the room from behind her. He darted forward and took his wife from their boy. She immediately curled into him, crying into his white button-up. “What happened?”

Damian shook his head. “I don’t know. I came into the kitchen to get breakfast. She didn’t even say hi, just stared at me and then started crying.” Bruce gave his son a once over before sighing, a grin coming over his face. “I know what’s going on. I’ll take care of it.”

Bruce lifted her plump body into his arms, laying a gentle his to her forehead. “Go get ready for school, she’ll be ok.” With several long strides, he brought Y/N into the living room, laying her on top of him as he settled on the couch, allowing her to cry into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

Damian followed close behind, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, watching his mother sob, Bruce’s comforting hands on her back, slowly calming her down. “Ummi? Are you ok?”

Y/N sniffed and reached out to her boy. Damian fell into her arms, squishing himself onto the small space left on the couch, which was much more difficult now that his limbs were getting longer. Bruce chuckled and sat up so they could all fit, winding his right arm around him as his left remained on her back.

“I’ll be alright my baby bird.” She gently kissed his forehead, letting Damian rest his face on her collarbone, soothed by her even breaths. “You know how you’ve been getting taller and your voice getting deeper.” He nodded against her skin.

“Well, my little love, that’s illegal and you need to stop it.” Bruce threw his head back and laughed, his chest rumbling below their heads. “My love-“ He started but was cut off. Y/N sat up and glared at him, immediately shutting him up. “It’s illegal! You promised to stay little forever! Remember!”

Damian had, indeed, promised his mother to never grow up. It had been a month after he first called her ‘ummi’ albeit, accidentally. She was sobbing hysterically as Tim walked the stage to receive his high school diploma, clutching onto Jason as he attempted to calm her down.

Suddenly, she whipped her head around to the youngest of her children, grabbing his shoulders tightly and looking into his eyes with so much intensity that he swore she was looking at his soul. “Never grow up, baby bird. Promise me.” He was thoroughly rattled and immediately agreed with the distraught woman, who, as soon as she got an answer to the affirmative, turned back around into Jason’s arms to continue crying.

Now they are here. Damian was 13 and growing like a weed. He was already as tall as his mother, which wasn’t saying much since she was so much shorter than the rest of their family. But, there was no doubt that he was quickly growing from a boy, into a young man.

He was getting older and his mother didn’t like that one bit. “They all betrayed my Dams. They all grew up, but you were my one hope.” Her eyes were wide and filled with tears. She held him even tighter, repeatedly kissing his head like she would so when he had nightmares.

Damian glanced at his father who was shaking with silent chuckles. “Y/N, he has to go to school now.” She shook her head, glaring at her husband. “No.” Robin tried to pull away but she held him in place, trapping him against the couch. Bruce laughed at her annoyed expression, she looked so similar to a toddler at this moment. Bottom lip jutting out, trembling with the threat of more tears, eyes red and puffy, breath hitching with her cries.

“My love, he has to go.” She huffed and turned away, Damian still firmly in her grip. “Ummi.” More tears fell as she shook her head. Bruce sighed. “Alright, but remember, you forced my hand.”

With the grace and strength only Batman could possess, Bruce stood from the couch, arms looped around his wife as she held Damian close, determined not to let him go. His hands fell to her armpits and lifted Y/N even higher, her feet very high off the floor, but still, she didn’t release the boy. “Let him go.” “No.”

“Fine, we’ll do it the hard way.” Bruce pushed out so Y/N was suspended in the air by her arms, her legs dangling as she went limp in an attempt to get her husband to drop her. She squealed as he shook her back and forth like he was shaking out a rag full of dust. Her head lolled back and forth with the movement, Damian slowly slipping from her grasp.

“Bruuhuuuhuuuce! Stoohoohooop!” “Let Damian go.” He chuckled, still jerking his wife around. “Never!!!!” She shouted back, but just then, Damian wiggled a bit too much, and dropped to the floor below, landing gracefully on his feet. “Nooooo!” She cried, attempting to reach for her son who quickly scrambled away.

Bruce stopped shaking her but still held her at arms distance just in case. “You understand why I did that right.” Y/N pouted. “Cause you’re mean.” He chuckled and shook his head. “You can’t stop them from growing up love.” “I can try.”

He sighed as he placed her back on the ground, pulling her into his chest so he could hug her. “They have to start being their own people.” He looked over his wife’s head to Damian who had grabbed his schoolbag and was waiting in the hall to be taken to school. “This is what parents do.” He cupped her cheek, planting a sweet kiss to her puckered lips.

“Ok.” She surrendered, slumping against his warm body. “I guess you’re right.” “I’m always right, I’m-“ “I swear to god, if you say ‘I’m Batman’, you’re sleeping in the cave for a month.” He just kissed the top of her head.

Y/N turned in his grip to look at their boy, his awkwardly long body taking up more space in the door frame than she would’ve liked. “I love you baby bird.” She said, giving him a weak smile. He beamed at her. “I love you too, but I’m not coming back over there, I have a test today.”

“Be good ok, I l-love.” Then she started crying again and he took that as his cue to leave nodding his thanks to his father as he did.

Settling back on the couch, Bruce soothed her once more. “You know, if you’re that sad about Damian growing up. Maybe we should have a baby of our own.” Her eyes narrowed at him. “Was this all just an elaborate plan to get me to have a baby with you?”

He smirked. “Fine, but you’re doing all the work.” “Anything for you.” Bruce smiled and flipped them over so she was below him, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss.

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